Operation story: 0-0

Before operation

Summary

In the heart of Chernobog, a young girl awakens the person within the coffin – the Doctor.
The girl, named Amiya, tries to explain the situation to the Doctor, but the Reunion Movement suddenly attacks them at this time.

「Ah, it's you. 」

「It's been a long time since we've last seen each other.
During this time... you've been teetering on the edge of a cliff.
You may have forgotten who you are, but just remembering your name is enough.
...It's time. Don't linger here for too long.
After all, you aren't my guest yet, nor should you even be here.
She still needs you.
December 23rd.
You may not remember what this date means to you.
And this will thrust you into peril. 」

<Background black>

「...
No...
You must try to remember. 」

[An EKG beeps in the background as the sound of heartbeat is heard. ]

Distant Voice : ...consciousness...
Circulation resumed... vitals stabilized... cardioplegia solution injected...

[The EKG beeps flatly... ]

Distant Voice : Body temperature low... administering Hexamethasone 20 c.c., now...

[...before beeping normally again. ]

Distant Voice : Get the hemostat!
...Conditions stable... beginning resection... be careful of VFib...
...Sorry...
For making you suffer again...

[The sound of an injection is heard as the vision blacks out. ]

<Background black>

??? : ...
Doctor...
...hand!
Take my...
Take my hand!!

??? : ...
Emergency...
...Help...
...It's done...!

<Background black>

??? : Doctor, Doctor!
Medic, how's Doctor doing?
But, just a moment ago... we were holding hands...
So why... why is Doctor still not waking up...?

Medic : Amiya! Don't panic, just calm down first!

Amiya : Ah... S-sorry.

Medic : You always get so flustered when it comes to the doctor.
But, Amiya, if the worst came to pass... what would you do then?

Amiya : ...I'm already mentally prepared for that. We would continue to follow the plan.

Medic : ...I understand. Anyway, I'll do what you requested.

Amiya : All right... I appreciate it.
About the Doctor...

Medic : Don't worry, Amiya. All the vital signs are stable now.
I'll do one more inspection, just for you.

Amiya : Thank you... Thank you very much!

Medic : Mhm. Breathing is slightly shallow, but blood pressure is normal. There should be no cause for concern.

<Background 1>

[The person, who were only known as the Doctor, wakes up. ]

Amiya : ...!

Medic : ...
Are you awake?
Amiya, it's a success! The Doctor has woken up!

Amiya : Doctor...?
I'm so happy... Doctor...

Medic : Ah, careful! You mustn't do that...
Don't try to move yet. Your body still hasn't fully adapted to this.

Amiya : Doctor...?

Doctor : Who... are you?

Amiya : Ah, Doctor... It's me...
...
It's me, Amiya.
We've come to rescue you.

Doctor : ...Who... am I...?

Amiya : You...
You're a member of , just like us...
...as well as my partner.
...Dr. {nickname}.
You're the most important person to me.
Doctor... you don't remember?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : ...Can I trust you?

Amiya : ...
I understand. I know this is a bit much to take in right now.
I don't expect you to remember everything right away, and I'm not asking you to trust me right now.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...

Amiya : Dr. {nickname}, do you really not remember me at all...?
...
Even if that's the case... I won't give up.
We've already sacrificed so much, just to find you...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I see... Pleased to meet you, Amiya.

Amiya : Ah, um, hello.
...
I, I don't know how to put this, but so many things have changed from before.
That includes me as well.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : However, you'll always be the most important person to me, Doctor. No matter what happens, this will never change.
So that's why, please... give me a little more time.
However little it might be...

Doctor : ...

Medic : Does the doctor... really have amnesia?

Amiya : ...
I'm sure everything will be fine if we give Doctor some space...

Doctor : Where is this...

Amiya : It's safe here—

[A banging sound is heard. ]

Amiya : Huh? What's happening—

Heavily-Armed Man : Amiya, we've got a problem!
Someone broke into the facility!

[Several people wearing black masks and armed with a sword breaks into the facility. ]

Heavily-Armed Man : The way they're dressed... they don't look like Ursus soldiers!

Reunion Member : ...

[Sounds of combat are heard... ]

Heavily-Armed Man : What's the meaning of this?!

[...as the armed people, revealed to be part of Reunion, attacks. ]

Heavily-Armed Man : They're attacking! Amiya, they're heavily equipped with weapons!

[A crossbow shot narrowly misses the medic. ]

Medic : Aaaahh!

Amiya : Be careful, everyone! Take cover, and protect Doctor!
These outfits... are they from the Reunion Movement? But how is that possible...
Guards, prepare for battle!

Guard : Roger!

[An explosion narrowly misses the Guard. ]

Guard : Curses... Are they after the Doctor?!

Amiya : No... Nobody else should know about the Doctor being here.
Are you able to reach Kal'tsit?

Guard : I'm not sure why, but the equipment isn't working!

Amiya : ...Someone has cut off our communications.
Have we been discovered by the Ursus government?

Guard : What do we do now?

Amiya : Kal'tsit won't be able to command the battle as we had originally planned.
...
...Dr. {nickname}.
I hope that... you'll be able to take command.

Medic : Isn't that a bit too risky? The Doctor only just came to...

Amiya : I'd like... to give it a try.
Even without memories, Doctor has...
...fought alongside us before.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

??? : Thank you for all of your guidance...

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Amiya : ...
We've been through so much together...
Doctor... I just know that you'll be able to do it.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

??? : I know that you'll lead us to victory.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Amiya : I understand that asking you to do this is very sudden and inconsiderate.
But... Please, lend us your aid.
We'll be supporting you!

Doctor : Let's push them back first! / ... / We have no choice but to fight back, right?

Amiya : Mm... I don't want to drag you into this.
But right now, we need your wisdom more than ever, Dr. {nickname}.
I hope that a part of you will reawaken during combat.
Even though you might have doubts about yourself...
But I believe in you.

Amiya : I know you can do this.
Please take command... of Rhodes Island!

During operation

Note: This story is played in between the first and second part of the mid-operation story.

Amiya : Watch out for the other direction!

After operation

Summary

Dobermann, leader of the rescue team, briefs everyone on the current situation.
During the briefing, PRTS, the logistics management system of , establishes contact with Amiya and reintegrates the Doctor into the system.

<Background 1>

Guard : This is the last one!

Reunion Member : Ugh!

[The last of the Reunion forces are dispatched. ]

Guard : Target eliminated. The enemy squad is retreating!
Dr. {nickname}'s commands were perfect, just like Amiya said. How reassuring!

Amiya : See, that wasn't too bad, right?
Doctor, compared to everything you've been through, this is a walk in the park.

Reunion Member : *cough*...Why are you here... You're not from Ursus...
We won't... let you get in the way of our duties!

[Someone lashes the dying Reunion soldier with a whip, finishing them off. ]

??? : Don't even think about it!

Guard : Instructor!

Dobermann : What are you spacing out for? You almost got yourself killed!

Guard : I'm... I'm sorry!

Dobermann : Quick! Get back into formation!

Guard : Yessir!

Amiya : Dobermann! You made it!

Dobermann : It's an emergency. My team was attacked by Reunion as well.
I rushed over to join you as soon as I could.

Amiya : Why would Reunion attack us...?

Dobermann : An organization made up of the Infected... I've always thought they were a bit extreme...
...and now they've resorted to violence, and in an Ursus city no less? That's a death wish.
The situation is only going to get more chaotic from here on out.
Amiya, we need to leave Chernobog right now.

Amiya : Okay. We've already rescued the Doctor, so we can retreat according to plan.

Dobermann : ...And this is Dr. {nickname}?

Amiya : Yes.

Dobermann : Dr. {nickname}, you probably don't know who I am, but you know Amiya. For your safety...

Amiya : No, no...
Um, Dobermann, Doctor isn't doing very well right now.
To put it simply, Doctor... has amnesia.

Dobermann : Amnesia?
...What are you going to do now? Weren't you planning to transfer leadership to—

Amiya : Doctor still has the capacity to command.
...At least, I've confirmed that from the previous battle.

Dobermann : ...
I can't bring myself to trust a stranger so easily.
But I trust you, Amiya.

Amiya : ...I understand.

Dobermann : Dr. {nickname}, I am Dobermann, captain of Op Team E1.
We are going to escort you from Chernobog, which is the Ursus city we're currently in, back to .

Dobermann : We're in an abandoned facility in Chernobog and should now head west.

Amiya : But... since we're cut off from Dr. Kal'tsit, Dobermann and I have lead our separate teams westward to a rendezvous point before confirming our signal to retreat.
That is, assuming everything goes according to plan.

Dobermann : It'd be nice if things went that smoothly.
Today is our last opportunity to get you out of here, Dr. {nickname}.
But... I have a bad feeling about this.

<Background 1>

Medic : A-Amiya!

Amiya : What's the matter?

Medic : It's... it's a call from Rhodes Island!

Amiya : Are our communications back on? Is it Dr. Kal'tsit...?

??? : Sorry, but not quite.

[Amiya answers the call. ]

Amiya : PRTS...?

PRTS : The Emergency Neural Connection Request System was activated.
Interference has also been detected from Rhodes Island's end, and only partial Neural Network connection is possible.
Currently unable to establish communication with Kal'tsit, who has yet to return to Rhodes Island.
Your safety is confirmed; therefore, my mission is now complete.

Dobermann : This piece of...
Do we really have time for this...?

PRTS : If you do not need to connect to Rhodes Island, communication will be severed momentarily.
I am sincerely sorry for having interrupted your party.

Amiya : Wait, wait! Don't hang up, I need your help still.
Dobermann, Doctor still needs some assistance.

Dobermann : I know, but make it quick.

Amiya : Doctor, PRTS is also one of our... partners. It will show you what to do next.
Time is of the essence, so I'm going to reconnect you to the Rhodes Island backup system.
This way, we'll have an edge in battle.
It's different from giving verbal commands and might be a bit hard to get used to, but once you learn how to use it, the entire operation will be much smoother.
...Please trust me. Just like how you used to.
PRTS... Let's start.

PRTS : Identity verification required. Select verification method.

Amiya : Ah, Doctor... Please say something.

Doctor : (Speak)

PRTS : I am not sure why you did not speak, but the action of touching the interface is sufficient—
—Fingerprint match found. Verification complete. Security clearance: 8

PRTS : Welcome home, Dr. {nickname}.

Operation story: 0-1

Before operation

Summary

Chernobog has fallen into disarray. Order has collapsed, and Reunion burns and loots the city with reckless abandon.
Despite knowing that they should retreat, Rhodes Island takes action to try to save innocents.

<Background 1>

Dobermann : How could this be...
What in the world... is going on here?

Reunion Member : Search all these houses! I want every single room turned inside out!

Female : Let go of me...! No! You can't...

Reunion Member : Trying to resist? Too late, you filthy Chernos!

Male : Just run! Don't worry about me... Save... our child...

Child : Mama... Mama...!

Ursus Guard : Forget about the civilians! Hold the line first! There are too many masked goons coming!

Reunion Member : Don't give the cops any time to rest! Keep attacking!

Ursus Guard : Where are our reinforcements?! We're going to get overrun...

Reunion Member : Attack, attack!!

<Background 1>

Amiya : What's going on...?! Why... Why is Reunion doing this...?

Dobermann : After all these years, the wolves in sheep's clothing finally bare their fangs.

Medic : The Infected... they, they're attacking the Ursus troops!

Guard : But why?! Challenging the Ursus government like this is basically suicide!

Dobermann : No, look at how fierce this attack is. This must have been a planned operation.
The place we rescued Doctor from was supposed to be top secret... but they somehow still managed to infiltrate it.
It's possible that Reunion's attack has already spread through Chernobog in its entirety.

Guard : No... How, how can that be...

Amiya : Shhhh!

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member A : Have you found any of those fleeing Chernos yet?

Reunion Member B : I'm still looking!

Reunion Member A : Good, don't let a single one get away!
Those cold-blooded beasts... I'll make them pay for what they did to my family!

<Background fades out and in>

Medic : (*cough*)

Reunion Member A : What was that?

Reunion Member B : Over there!

Medic : (Mmfh!)
(They... they found us...)

Dobermann : (Shush!)

Medic : (Mmf...!)

<Background fades out and in>

[A Reunion soldier looks around. ]

<Background fades out>

Female : ...Ugh...

<Background fades in>

Reunion Member A : Over here! I found 'em!

Female : ...Nooooo!!!!
Aaah! No, don't...

Reunion Member B : ...!
Hiding in an alley?
Get out.

Female : Aaaaahh...!

Reunion Member B : Did you really think we wouldn't find you there...?

Female : I'm... I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!! Please, at least spare my child!

Reunion Member B : ...

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : ...We need to stop this, now.

Dobermann : Amiya...

Amiya : I'm aware of the risk, Instructor Dobermann.
It's just that... we don't have the luxury of sitting around waiting for Reunion to disband.
Additionally, nobody knows how long this situation will last...
Therefore, the best course of action would be to take out the enemy and then get moving. Wouldn't you agree?

Dobermann : ...
Understood. I'll follow your command.
All squads, listen up.
We have the element of surprise – these Reunion members don't know that we're here yet.
Remember, be decisive! Take them out, cleanly and swiftly.
Dr {nickname}, gather your team. It's time for you to prove yourself.
We have no more time to second-guess ourselves.

Doctor : You should have told me sooner. / ... / A simple matter. I'll handle this.

Dobermann : Hah.
Amiya, I'm counting on you.

Amiya : Understood.

Amiya : "Silent we shall be, should conflict be avoidable––
––but fight tooth and nail, should it be necessary!"
Rhodes Island's creed... has always been the same!

After operation

Summary

After defeating the enemies, Amiya is feared by the civilians they just rescued – just because she is Infected.
In order to help the Doctor understand the situation, Amiya and Dobermann briefly explain the status of the Infected as well as the role of Rhodes Island.

<Background 1>

[The Reunion fighters caught unawares are taken down by Rhodes Island. ]

Reunion Member : Ugh...
You bunch... aren't from Ursus...

[The soldier who spoke collapses, defeated. ]

Guard : *gasp* *gasp*...

Dobermann : Looks like they didn't have time to notify the others.
...Well done, Dr {nickname}.
I really should review your capabilities more objectively.

Medic : Huh? Amiya... she's heading over to them...

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Are you okay?

Female : Huh? Oh, thank you...

Amiya : No problem. It's our...

Female : You... You're also an Infected?
What do you want?! Don't hurt my children... I'm begging you, please don't hurt us...

Amiya : ...
Find a safe place to hide.

Female : *Crying* ... Please have mercy... Let us go...

<Background fades out and in>

Medic : ...

Amiya : Has everyone gotten enough rest?

Medic : Ah, I'm fine...

Doctor : Why is she afraid of you?

Amiya : ...
Dr {nickname}...
You've also asked a similar question before.

Doctor : ...

Amiya : Because I... am an Infected.
Dobermann and I, and most of the members of Rhodes Island, are as well.
Even those Reunion members who we just fought...
We've contracted a terrible illness. Something that terrifies most people...
'Oripathy.'

Dobermann : Those who have contracted Oripathy are called the 'Infected.'

Amiya : Dobermann...

Dobermann : Ursus has always treated the Infected harshly.
I mean, who doesn't? Ursus just happens to be particularly cold-blooded about it.
Civilians are taught to fear the Infected through propaganda. Nobody even bats an eyelid when the Infected are hunted down, and some even cheer for it.
That's why Reunion chose this place...

Amiya : However... this time, it's not just a simple protest anymore.

Dobermann : They've begun to resort to large-scale violence.
When Ursus puts an end to the rioting, the Infected in Chernobog will only face more cruelty.
...In contrast, with you here, Dr {nickname}, perhaps Rhodes Island's situation will improve.

Doctor : ...Is this also related to me? / ... / I see, I must be pretty important.

Dobermann : Both Kal'tsit and Amiya have mentioned that you are a cutting-edge Oripathy researcher.
...But with your memory loss, I doubt whether you'll be of any use again.

Amiya : Ugh... Instructor, that's way too harsh!

Dobermann : ...Perhaps you'll be able to master the theories again after some reviewing, just like how you relearned your commanding skills?
After all, you are our field commander...
To be honest, I never thought a neurology doctor could also be a master tactician...
But after seeing you, I can somehow understand it.
I mean, Rhodes Island itself is very similar to your field of study.

<Background fades out and in>

Medic : Hey! Damn you! Stop running! It's time for your injection!

Guard : Huh? Huh? I told you, I'm fine! I, I don't need treatment yet!

Medic : You need to get your regular injection to slow your symptoms!
Didn't you say you were feeling dizzy?

Guard : That's not the same condition at all!

Medic : What if you start having other issues when you're in battle?
For the sake of everyone's safety, you have to take care of yourself too!

Guard : ...

Medic : Stop right there! I'm giving you the shot!

Guard : Aaah!!

<Background fades out and in>

Dobermann : ...
...This is what Rhodes Island does. We're looking for a cure to the infection, as well as mitigating the problems associated with the Infected.

Amiya : That's right. It is not enough to only conduct research, or only try to resolve conflicts.
We must address all of the problems surrounded the Infected.
This is the only way for Rhodes Island to give all the Infected a chance at survival...

Dobermann : We understand them better than most others because we, like them, are also Infected.
No matter who is involved or what is required, Rhodes Island seeks to put an end to the spread of hatred and disease.
Dr {nickname}, perhaps this will be your calling as well.
...At least, this is my wish.

Doctor : What are you talking about...? / ... / I need some more time to think about this.

Dobermann : We will give you plenty of time to let all of this sink in.
However, the time given to us is scarce.
Gather up, everyone. We're leaving!
Anything could happen on our way to the meeting point!

<Background fades out>

Dobermann : (Amiya...)
(The situation in Chernobog has become very complicated. We can't afford to create extra pressure for the rescue team. But...)

Amiya : (How much time... do we have left?)

Dobermann : (...Three hours.)
(After three hours, this entire city will be consumed by the Catastrophe.)
(After that, everything will be over then.)

<Background fades in>

??? : ...
We've found some unknown variables.
Notify the others, now.
We're going after them.

Operation story: 0-2

Before operation

Summary

The television stations broadcast sunny news of victory, but in reality, everything heralds the destruction of Chernobog.
But for the cautious Rhodes Island, there is still one ray of hope—

<Background 1>

Dobermann : ...This is way beyond my expectations...
Explosions, rioting, fires, fighting in the streets...
Has Chernobog completely fallen into chaos?

TV Host : Thanks to the swift response and teamwork of the Chernobog Military Police...
...the situation is largely under control. The incidents in most areas have already been contained.
Currently, the Military Police has already surrounded the thugs who had taken Vaschuk Prospect.
As you can see, this senseless violence is about to be put to an end.
Please do not panic. Stay indoors, and await another victory for Chernobog...
May the glory of Ursus bless the Emperor and his people!

<Background 1>

Reunion Member : ...

Ursus Guard : Curse them... where the hell did they get those kinds of equipment and weapons?!

Ursus Captain : Don't get scared! Cowards in armor are still just cowards! They're just a bunch of untrained thugs!

Ursus Guard : But... there are so many of them...!!

Ursus Captain : We've already taken out forces three times the size of ours! Just do it again, and the battle will be over!

Reunion Member : Enough with the nonsense, Chernobog scum!

Ursus Captain : You filth think you can stand against us?!
Exile and hard labor are too good for your kind. We should have executed the lot of you the moment you were captured!

Reunion Member : How dare you...!!

Ursus Guard : Ugh...! They're rushing us again. Our front lines won't hold out much longer!

Ursus Captain : For the Emperor! Stand your ground!!

Ursus Guard : I... I can't do it anymore...!

Ursus Captain : Anyone who turns tail will be executed on the spot!

Ursus Guard : *cough* *cough*...

<Background fades out and in>

Guard : We have to...

Dobermann : Stay put! We must not expose ourselves yet!

Amiya : The Ursus guards... are getting overwhelmed by Reunion?

Dobermann : Hmph... What they're broadcasting on television can't be farther from the truth.
Dobermann

Amiya : Terrible road conditions and enemy blockades... We won't be able to use our own vehicles anymore...

Dobermann : That's right. The rescue team must be large enough to clear out any Reunion members that block our way.
Splitting up any further would be suicide.

Guard : These Ursus guards...
They might look powerful because they're well-equipped, but Reunion...
Reunion clearly has an overwhelming advantage in numbers and morale!

Dobermann : This is nothing like when we first investigated Chernobog...
When we sneaked in, the quantity, distribution, and status of Chernobog's guards and military were in a very bizarre state.
Back then, we just couldn't figure out why.

Guard : Had Reunion already destroyed most of Chernobog's defenses at that point?

Dobermann : Though I don't have any proof, if Reunion has grown powerful enough to launch such a large-scale operation...
... All I can say is that I feel lucky those guards are being surrounded, instead of us.
Of course, we must be vigilant of our surroundings. By the time we end up in a crisis, it'll already be too late––

Amiya : ... Doctor, hurry and gather your teams.
Our scouts have discovered Reunion forces. They're about to come in contact with our rescue team!

Dobermann : For now, being cautious is the only advantage we can get.

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : Hmm?
Why is there an armed force here?!

Dobermann : All teams, prepare for combat! Don't give them any chance to retaliate!

After operation

Summary

The Doctor's group encounter a member of the Ursus Military Police, when suddenly, a Reunion squad with a leader launches an attack.
Confronted by Reunion, the police have no choice but to let Rhodes Island go.

<Background 1>

Guard : Ugh... Gahh...
Those Reunion goons... sure are energetic!

Ursus Captain : Who are you people?
Why are you in Chernobog at a time like this?!

Guard : Huh? Wh-what's going on––

Ursus Captain : Are you spies?!

Dobermann : (If our identities get revealed and the Ursus government starts to keep an eye on us, the consequences would be unfathomable!)
(If it comes down to it...!)

Amiya : Sir.

Ursus Captain : ... A little girl?
You're... an Infected?
Stop right there! Put down your weapon!

<Background fades out and in>

Dobermann : (Be ready to back her up. If they show any signs of hostility...)
(Smoke? Where did it come from...?)

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Sir, surely you understand that we have a common enemy!
Dobermann!

Dobermann : Defenders! They're attacking!

Ursus Captain : Wh-what?!

[An explosion rings out. ]

??? : ...

Amiya : Reunion... they're here.

Dobermann : Amiya, be careful...
She's on a completely different level compared to those ordinary thugs!

??? : Hmph. Trying to run...?
Where do you think you're going?
Go. Tear them apart.

Reunion Member : ...

<Background 1>

Dobermann : Even her minions seem like they're well-trained...
Could she be Reunion's ringleader?

Amiya : The haze is getting thicker and thicker... are they planning to utilize it to launch a surprise attack?
Sir, we have to evacuate immediately!
If they manage to cut off our escape route, we'll all...

Ursus Captain : ...
Get lost, Infected.

Amiya : ...

Ursus Captain : I was tasked with defending this street.
Rabbit, I don't care why you came here or what you plan to do.
If you plan to ruin our city, know that someone will come after you. The rage of Ursus is never-ending.
If not, then what happens here is none of your business.

Amiya : ... I understand.

Ursus Captain : Everybody in Ursus knows to never turn their back to the enemy.
Now scram! We don't have time to deal with you.

Amiya : ...
Thank you.
Dobermann!

Dobermann : Hurry! Let's get to the first rendezvous point!
All teams, move out! Quick!

<Background fades out and in>

??? : ...

Ursus Captain : Come at us, Infected filth!
Is that all you're capable of? Are you just going to stand there staring at us?

??? : All Chernobogians...
Must die.

Operation story: 0-4

Before operation

Summary

The evacuation continues. The Doctor's group finally regroups with Ace, who came to offer support.
Ace accepts the fact that the Doctor is suffering from memory loss, but says that he is still willing to accept the Doctor's orders.

<Background 1>

Dobermann : Ace!

Ace : Looks like you made it out alive.

Dobermann : This isn't the rendezvous point... Why are you here alone?

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : They're the ones who escaped from the central area! Don't let them get away!

<Background fades out and in>

Dobermann : Tsk, they just keep coming after us!
Team E2, prepare to intercept––

Ace : Dobermann, don't get overzealous. Retreating is our top priority!
Amiya, Dr. {nickname}! Quick!

<Background fades out and in>

Dobermann : It's not safe here either.

Ace : That's right. We still have to press on to the next rendezvous point.

Dobermann : Where's your team?

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : Where are you rats hiding? Smoke them out!

Dobermann : Here they come again!

Ace : Dr. {nickname}, please give us your orders.
Just like the good ol' days.

Doctor : ...?

Amiya : Um, Ace...
Actually, something unexpected happened.
Doctor... is suffering from amnesia.

Ace : ... I see.

Amiya : I'm sorry, Ace... But compared to before, a lot has changed.

Ace : Is that so? You don't need to apologize to me.
Have the Doctor's commanding capabilities suffered as a result of the amnesia?

Amiya : ...As sharp as before.
Doctor's decision-making skills is still absolutely reliable. I can promise you this.

Ace : Very well then. I'll follow the Doctor's orders then.
What has been lost can be found again.
Right now, there's a more imminent problem on our hands.

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : They're over here! Hurry, let's get them!!

Dobermann : Are you done chatting yet? I'm going to go crack some skulls!

Ace : Dr. {nickname}, please give us your orders.

Reunion Member : Go. Release your inner beast, and let them feel your fangs!

Dobermann : Doctor! Ace! The enemy is right in front of us!

Ace : ...

Doctor : Move out immediately! / ...Got it. / Seize the opportunity to disrupt the enemy's plans.

Ace : Understood.
Team E3! Back up Dobermann!

[A Rhodes Island fireteam ambushes the unsuspecting Reunion fighters. ]

Reunion Member : An ambush?!

Dobermann : Team E3 has been moving undercover this whole time... I see, they've been waiting for us to pincer the enemy.

Ace : When communications are jammed, our teams should operate near the rendezvous point. That way, even if something happens to me or the scout...
The broader operation can still be carried out. This is my decision-making.

Dobermann : In other words, Ace, you left your team back at the rendezvous point and came here alone...

Ace : After all, neutralizing threats around the rendezvous point is our top objective.
Of course, prioritizing checking on your status is a big risk. There's no way I could imperil the entire team.
The whole reason teams exist is to increase tactical efficiency, not the other way around.

Dobermann : Hah. Let's continue our discussion after we've taken care of Reunion!

Ace : Amiya, you're up.

Amiya : Understood, I'll back you up with my Arts!

Ace : Finally...
Dr. {nickname}, please command Rhodes Island.

Operation story: 0-6

After operation

Summary

The cruelty that Reunion displays chills the hearts of the operators.
However, no matter what Reunion seeks to accomplish by stirring chaos right before a Catastrophe, evacuation takes immediate priority.

<Background 1>

Dobermann : Ugh... Gahh...
Those sick bastards! I can't believe they, they...

Guard : Those beasts...
Were they Reunion's doing...?

Amiya : Reunion enslaved infected beasts to use as troops...

Dobermann : No, it's not that simple.
I can feel it, they...
Are no mere beasts. In fact, they're more like us...

Guard : Instructor Dobermann...

Dobermann : ...

Guard : Boss... What should we do?

Ace : Give them a merciful end.

Guard : Boss...

<Background fades out and in>

Ace : Dobermann, the battle is over.
We also had to face off against Reunion forces.
The Catastrophe is already looming over us. It's likely to break at any moment.
Even Chernobog will be reduced to rubble under its direct impact.

Amiya : Reunion is taking advantage of this to sow even more chaos.

Ace : Dobermann, we're out of time.
We might be able to outmaneuver Reunion or stay concealed from Ursus, but we're powerless in the face of a Catastrophe.

Dobermann : ...
That's enough. Let's go.
No matter how reckless Reunion's plans are, the most important thing for us...

Amiya : ...is everyone's safety.

Dobermann : That's right.

Amiya : Reunion's leaders may see this event as a sign, or even as a means...
But for me, it signifies that we will be in greater danger from now on.

Ace : Choosing a time like this to incite chaos...
Reunion is either insane, or just evil.

Dobermann : Perhaps, a bit of both.

Operation story: 0-7

Before operation

Summary

While they have time to catch their breath, everyone gathers to discuss Reunion's strange behavior.
During the discussion, Dobermann warns that everything that has occurred may just be the beginning of something far more sinister if Reunion's leader is the type of person she suspects.

<Background 1>

Amiya : ...It's getting darker and darker.
It's as if the clouds are pressing into the skyline...
The air still feels clear, but the dark clouds aren't moving. It feels like all the stress is being compressed into a single point.
Even the wind has stopped...

Dobermann : No doubt about it. A Catastrophe is about to befall this city.
By the looks of things, Chernobog has been completely paralyzed by Reunion's attacks.
But when it comes to disabling a nomadic city, the preparations must have been made several weeks in advance.
Could Reunion have taken some other action since then...?

Ace : That's a bit unrealistic.
Based upon what we've seen, Reunion currently doesn't show the kind of discipline required to stage a covert takeover.

Guard : Most Reunion members are still wandering the streets, taking revenge on Chernobogians.

Amiya : It's all just senseless fighting, killing, and arson.

Dobermann : When the Catastrophe falls, even the impregnable Chernobog will be shattered...
...and turn into Originium-filled ruins.
If fame or fortune is what they're after, Reunion is doomed to failure.

Amiya : Even with Ursus's chain of command in shambles, I still doubt that Reunion is able to face their military...
Why hasn't the Ursus military staged a counterattack yet?

Dobermann : From my experience, when a riot breaks out, the military usually manages to quash it immediately.
But we did just witness the Ursus guards getting overpowered...

Amiya : ...

Dobermann : That masked Reunion leader might have been a cut above the rest... but there's no way she could single-handedly destroy the entire city.
Unless...

Amiya : Unless what?

Dobermann : I've fought in many battles before...
I've seen many people who acted in the same way as that Reunion leader.
To them, soldiers are nothing more than pawns to be tossed away as soon as they've served their purpose.
Soldiers could be used efficiently when needed, and then left to their own devices when not needed.
Because the cost of training and maintenance is too high.

Ace : So, there's no standing army?

Dobermann : Right. Most of the time, they simply have to be fed with some hatred or fear...
All that's needed to whip them into a frenzy... is a little push.
If the way that Reunion leader acted was any indication for how the organization is run...

Guard : Ugh...
Any Infected could join Reunion simply by donning a uniform and putting on a badge?

Dobermann : Correct..
So... that explains their endless numbers.
There are too many oppressed Infected, desperately trying to cry out. No matter how tenuous the solutions that Reunion offers them might be...
As long as they see a light at the end of the tunnel, they will gladly lay their lives down to pursue it, even if it means jumping into a sea of hellfire.

Medic : Ugh...

Dobermann : Dr {nickname}.
They are not like us. Even if I don't fully trust you, I at least trust your abilities.

Doctor : ...

Dobermann : And completely unlike you...
That kind of leader is no commander.
Those who would trample enemies and comrades alive... or rather, "minions."
Perhaps not even minions. To Reunion, those thugs may have been nothing more than pawns.
This is not a leader, but a tyrant.

Ace : No matter who our enemies are, we will complete our mission.
Someone once taught me and my teammates––
"If facing a pawn, capture it; If facing a fortress, topple it; If facing the Crown, overthrow it."

Dobermann : Ace, wait a minute.

Ace : Dr {nickname}, enemy light-armored troops are stationed in front of us.

Amiya : Have we been found?

Ace : Not yet.

Dobermann : However...

Ace : We won't be able to avoid them. The route we're on is the shortest one; if we take a detour, we'll lose time we don't have.

Dobermann : No need for further discussion then. Thugs or pawns, all that matters is that we clear them out of our way!

After operation

Summary

The panic from losing communications is starting to spread among the squad members.
The person leading the Reunion forces appears before the Doctor once more, but this time, she isn't alone.

<Background 1>

Dobermann : Based on our planned route, we should be approaching the central town of South Chernobog.
We'll arrive at the rendezvous point after crossing this park. Assuming no contingencies, Nearl and Team E4 should be waiting for us there.

Guard : But...
If Nearl was attacked... What would we do then?
What if they wanted to alert us, but couldn't due to communications being jammed...
How should we deal with that?

Dobermann : ...

Amiya : We will go assess the situation.

Guard : ...Oh...

Ace : Don't start speculating before seeing things with your own eyes.
There's no point of letting paranoia get the better of you.

Guard : I, I see...

Dobermann : Losing our communications has caused anxiety to spread through the ranks much faster than I imagined...

Dobermann : Especially with this looming Catastrophe.
We have to pick up our pace.

[Suddenly, a thick mist rolls in, obscuring their vision. ]

Amiya : ...
Ugh... What's with this haze...?
Could it be––
Watch out!!

??? : Kill them.

[Rhodes Island comes under fire as a Reunion commander watches. ]

Dobermann : Incoming enemy fire!!

Amiya : It's a trap...!

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : ––!!

Guard : This is bad! Reunion forces have showed up behind us...!

Amiya : Where's our scout?!

Guard : They got separated from us!

<Background fades out and in>

??? : Rhodes Island...
I've caught you.

Reunion Member : ...!
Kill them all!!

??? : This time, I'll grind your bones to dust!

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Dobermann!

Dobermann : Snipers, stop their advance!
Defenders, hold the line. Get ready to push forward!
Ace, prepare to––

[A Reunion commander dressed in white appears. ]

??? : Time out, time out––

Amiya : ?!

??? : I only just finished purging the Southeast Fortress, but I rushed over here as soon as I heard the news.
These are my hunting grounds, Crownslayer.

Crownslayer : ...
What'd you come here for?

??? : Isn't it about time you handed them over to me?

Operation story: 0-8

Before operation

Summary

The woman known as Crownslayer sneers and takes her leave, and in her place is a boy named Mephisto.
Mephisto, in his unparalleled arrogance, invites Rhodes Island to a deadly game.

<Background 1>

Crownslayer : ...
Mephisto?

??? : You have no reason to object, right? Just a few insects that flew too close to the light... are they really worth your time?
My troops have already received your info. You've already done your part.
All that's left for you to do is to go home. After all, you're just responsible for the core energy sector and its surroundings...

Crownslayer : Don't do anything unnecessary...!

??? : You still have somewhere else to be, don't you?

Crownslayer : ...
Fine. Have it your way.
I can't wait to see you fail.

??? : Oh...?

Crownslayer : We're leaving.

[Crownslayer leaves... ]

Reunion Member : ...

[...And her men follow suit. ]

Amiya : One of the enemy leaders... just took a portion of the Reunion troops and left?

Dobermann : What are they up to?
Whatever it is, we can't let our guard down... The enemy is still many times our size!

[The Reunion commander in white approaches Rhodes Island. ]

??? : Well, well. Please allow me to apologize on Crownslayer's behalf for her rudeness.
You can call me Mephisto.

Dobermann : What is Reunion trying to accomplish?

Mephisto : Oh, nothing in particular. To be honest, I wouldn't even mind letting you bunch go. You weren't even our targets in the first place.

Amiya : If we weren't your targets, then why...

Mephisto : However, I had the honor of watching your battles.
Your combat tactics as well as your personnel configuration were quite intriguing.

Medic : ...Intriguing?
You think that the carnage of battle is... intriguing?

Mephisto : Rhodes Island... I've read up on your group before.
At first, I thought you were just another ordinary company.
But by the looks of things, don't you think your ambitions have stretched a bit too far from playing with test tubes?
It'd be terribly dull if I allowed you to just walk out of here, wouldn't it?
What I'd like is to have a little competition, a ritual of sorts.

Dobermann : ...We don't have time to waste on a preoperational kid.
(Amiya, get ready. We might have to break through with force.)
(I'll get his attention...!)

Amiya : (Mm, okay!)

[Dobermann fires a flare into the sky. ]

Mephisto : ...What was that just now? Who were you sending a signal to?

Dobermann : None of your business, kid.
(Amiya?)

Mephisto : Come on, we're all professionals here. Where's your basic courtesy?

Dobermann : If people like you didn't exist, I wouldn't have to constantly be honing my insults!
(Amiya, what's going on?)

Amiya : (Dobermann... All of our escape routes have been blocked by his troops!)

Dobermann : (How can that be?! How did he manage to do that in just a few minutes––)

Mephisto : This simply won't do.
Even though I gave you my sincere invitation...
But all you can think of...
...is running away?!

Dobermann : Tsk...!

Mephisto : Actually, I'll let you leave my hunting grounds safely as long as you win.
Until then, my friends here will keep trying to kill you.
It's your victory as long as you don't die! The rules are simple enough, right?

Dobermann : Ace!

Ace : We're already prepared to break through.
But we have to stave off their attacks first!

Amiya : ...
Why are you doing this? The Catastrophe is coming! If we don't leave Chernobog, then everyone will––

Mephisto : What are you talking about...
The Catastrophe... makes it the best time to celebrate.

Amiya : You're sick...

Mephisto : My esteemed guests, I am honored to invite you to this game.

Reunion Member : Argh... Argh...!

Reunion Member : Kill... Kill!! Kill... them all!!

Dobermann : Amiya! Watch out!

Mephisto : Right, right...
Actually, we know exactly what you did in the central area.

Amiya : ...!

Mephisto : That masked person you rescued... makes me very, very curious.

Amiya : —?!

Mephisto : Crownslayer is so fixated on what you're going to do next, where you're going to go.
But I'm different. What I care about is...
What exactly are you? Where are you from?
Yes, you. The one staring at me right now... You are somewhat different from us.
What was the device in that facility that was able to preserve your life?
I am so, very curious.
See, I'm not such a cold-blooded person...
So how about it, my esteemed Rhodes Island guests, how about giving this person to me as a gift?
It would be a shame to end the game early, but at least I'll let the rest of you go. How about it?

Amiya : Doctor...
Get behind me!!

Operation story: 0-9

After operation

Summary

Mephisto has the strength to back up his arrogance. Under his command, Rhodes Island's squad seems to be getting worn down.
Nearl, the Radiant Knight, arrives in just the nick of time when the situation is beginning to look bleak.

<Background 1>

[A Rhodes Island Medic is injured by a Reunion fighter. ]

Medic : Aaaagh––!

Guard : Watch out!!

Medic : I'm fine... It's just a scratch, don't worry...

Amiya : Not good enough... At this rate, they're going to close in on us.

Dobermann : I've already found the weak point in their line, but without reinforcements, it's taking all we have just to hold them back!

Amiya : ...Please hold out a bit longer! Focus your fire on the ranged enemies!
Our Casters will take care of their vanguard!

Mephisto : Good, good! This is how things should be! Next up, F3, E5!

Dobermann : This bloody brat...!

Mephisto : Excellent! Now, B4, B5!

Guard : The enemy is now trying to flank us!

Amiya : Take two Defenders and a Sniper! Just keep them busy!

Mephisto : And next! H2, H6!

Medic : They... they're rushing our defensive line!

Ace : Vanguards, flush them out!

Mephisto : That's right, let me see how you struggle!
Now, Casters. Move to C7. Capture their Rook!

Amiya : Enemy Casters have appeared! So far, they're hiding behind their Defenders!

Dobermann : It's too late! Take cover!

[Reunion Casters use their Arts to suppress Rhodes Island. ]

Medic : Aaargghh!

Guard : *cough* *cough*...

Mephisto : Now be snuffed out, like flames before a storm!

Amiya : Is he really commanding his troops like that? How can he give such precise orders just by barking out chess moves?
Those same disorderly thugs have been turned into an army under his command...!
At this rate, he's going to keep exploiting the advantage he gets through his leadership...

Dobermann : On the other hand, if we manage to suppress him, they'll fall into disarray!
Don't give them even the slightest opening!
Damn it, we're running out of time!

Amiya : We can't allow ourselves to be stalled any longer!

<Background black>

Amiya : Is there some way to turn the tables... anything?!
We're going to be... Doctor's going to...

<Background 1>

[Mephisto's men come under attack by an unseen foe. ]

Reunion Member : Gaaaaaaahh!!!

Mephisto : What?!
Huh... What's going on? Why are people getting knocked into the air?
What...
...the hell is that?

??? : You guys sure took your sweet time. I even had time to relocate the civilians.

Amiya : ––?!!

??? : Out of my way!

[The attacker, a Kuranta knightess, charges through the Reunion soldiers... ]

Reunion Member : Woah!!

??? : Let's hit 'em even harder! Don't give the enemies a chance to regroup!

[...clearing a path to the pinned R.I. forces. ]

Amiya : Miss Nearl!

Nearl : I'm here.
I'm glad you're still safe, Amiya. Let's move.

Dobermann : Thank goodness you were deployed in this operation.

Nearl : Using the signal flare was judicious. Seems like you've been having a rough time.
...
You must be Dr. {nickname}, right?

<Background black>

Nearl : Radiant Knight, Nearl, at your service. Your chariot has arrived.

Operation story: 0-10

Before operation

Summary

Nearl's sarcastic tone infuriates Mephisto, and a sniper named Faust demonstrates his outrageous prowess.
Faust's superb sniping abilities are terrifying, but now that the enemy has shown his hand, there is a way to fight back.

<Background 1>

Mephisto : What's with this woman...

Nearl : ...You there.
The Reunion forces worked like a well-oiled machine when they took over the Chernobog military strongholds.
But your men act like deranged thugs.
Mindless slaughter, burning down the city, hunting down innocents... This was all for your own sadistic pleasure, was it not?
Someone base enough to plot these senseless crimes at a time like this.. could not possibly have designed the plan to take down an entire city.
Your commander probably ordered you to cause chaos, but you succumbed to your perversion and tastelessness.

Mephisto : ...
...Faust.
I want her shot through the mouth.

Faust : ...

Nearl : !

[An unseen Phidian sniper by the name of Faust fires at Nearl from afar. The crossbow bolt is blocked by her shield, although the force of the strike staggers her. ]

Nearl : *cough* *cough*...

Amiya : Nearl!

Dobermann : Their sniper... is ridiculous!
If Nearl gets hit again, she won't be able to defend herself anymore!

Amiya : Nearl, you need to retreat!

Nearl : I can't... He's too powerful. I can't afford to let him hit our squads.
I have to intercept his attacks!

Mephisto : She managed to block Faust's ballista... with only a shield––?!
Unbelievable... Impossible!
Do it again!! Blow her to pieces!

Faust : ––!

Nearl : What... It's coming from my right? !

Dobermann : Oh no! Hurry, dodge––

Ace : As if I'd let you!

[Ace covers Nearl, blocking a shot with his own shield. ]

Amiya : Ace!

Ace : Snipers, take aim!
Target the raised platform to the south. Fire!

[Rhodes Island snipers obey Ace's order, forcing Faust to relocate. ]

Faust : ...!

Mephisto : What?! How dare you... How dare you!

Amiya : Did we get him?

Ace : I doubt it. The most we can hope for... is to put some pressure on him.
Unfortunately, we don't have the time to dissect our enemies' tactics.

Dobermann : He's very mobile and has high firepower. The longer this drags on, the less likely we'll be able to block his shots!

Nearl : We can't give him time to set up...! Amiya, make your move while Team E3's Snipers keep him occupied!

Amiya : Understood!
Team E1 Snipers, come with me and suppress Reunion's forces!
Team E2, use all the firepower you have to break through their defensive line!

<Background fades out and in>

Mephisto : You filthy vermin...
Why won't you just obediently roll over and die?
Why can't i just put an end to you all right here?
...I want to kill... every... single... one... of you...

Ace : Nearl, now's your chance! Hurry!

Nearl : All members of Team E4, we're going to break through their formation!
We're going to clear everything out of our way in one fell swoop!
Let's run wild!!

Reunion Member : Fire! Fire! Don't let her get any closer...
Huh...?
What?! She was twenty meters away just a moment ago...
Guhh... Aaarrghh!

[Nearl strikes down the Reunion soldier. ]

Nearl : If you wish to stand against a Kazimierz knight, come back after you've trained a few more decades.
Dobermann! Follow me!

Dobermann : Understood!

Operation story: 0-11

After operation

Summary

Though the breakthrough was successful, the enemy's terrible strength has left a deep impression upon everyone.
On the other hand, Mephisto and Faust take a brief break before resuming their work.

<Background 1>

[The Rhodes Island forces manage to lose their Reunion pursuers. ]

Dobermann : Scouting complete. I can confirm that the enemies pursuing us have been eliminated.
We've managed to break through their encirclement. We'll be at the outskirts of Chernobog soon.

Ace : Even though the enemies we defeated today were just a small portion of the whole force...
At least we're safe for now.

Nearl : Thank you for what you did back there. I am forever in your debt.

Ace : Don't say stuff like that. I don't have the right to ask the Radiant Knight for repayment anyway.
Anyway, let's talk about that sniper, Nearl.

Nearl : Sure.
Putting aside the destructive power of that ballista...
I think... he might have set up several turrets in advance, as well as other automatically-firing devices.
I was targeted from different directions... but I only saw one sniper.

Ace : I had the same feeling.
The first and second shots exploded at about the same time, but there was a noticeable delay between them.
Those shots weren't fired from the same repeating ballista. At least, when we returned fire, we weren't targeting the same sniper.

Nearl : Ace, did you realize something?

Ace : I can't say for sure. What if the enemy was moving so quickly... to the point of basically being in several places at once?

Nearl : There's no way anyone could move that quickly. I can't even imagine how it'd be possible.
We can't underestimate how dangerous Reunion is.

Dobermann : It was that malicious brat who ordered the sniper to go after you. He didn't even call upon the sniper when he was attacking us...

Nearl : Looks like that disgusting personality of his is backed up by some real power.

Ace : However, he never attacked us, even when he was angry.

Dobermann : So either his combat capabilities are lacking, or he simply chose to not display his true abilities yet.
Just seeing his commanding abilities in action... makes me highly suspicious.
He was commanding his troops like puppets...

Nearl : In any case, we're no longer in territory that he controls.

Amiya : Nearl... Thank you.
If not for your timely arrival, we would have been in grave danger.

Nearl : I was just following the plan we agreed on beforehand.
You were the one who asked me and Ace to make adjustments depending on the situation.
You solved your own problem.
On my way here, I saw the extent of Reunion's atrocities, and I had doubts about their power.
What if I stopped to engage their forces?
What if I helped Ursus defend against Reunion?
What if I stayed back at the rendezvous point, waiting for you to come to me?
...If I was the one who called the shots, there's no saying how much worse the outcome could have been.
I'm not good at thinking several steps ahead. The only way I know to get what I want is to keep fighting.
Amiya, I was only performing my duties, but you have the ability to end the crisis.
You earned this victory, so have some more confidence in yourself.

Amiya : Miss Nearl...

Nearl : Hehe.
This person standing next to you must be the Doctor, then.

Amiya : That's right. But...

Dobermann : Every time we meet someone, Amiya has to repeat the story about how the Doctor is suffering from amnesia. What a pain...

Nearl : Dr {nickname}...
One of my friends lost her memories as well. I'm sure you two will get along.
After all, you should understand how precious living in the present is.

Amiya : Mhm...!

Nearl : Let's get going, everyone.
We still have to escort the Doctor to Rhodes Island.

<Background 2>

Faust : Sorry... I failed.

Mephisto : No, don't apologize. It was my mistake. I lost my temper.
Can you help me track Rhodes Island? I'll report the situation to Talulah first.
She should have taken over Chernobog's core command tower by now.
...She will decide the fate of these insects.

Faust : ...Understood.

Mephisto : Be careful. Your safety is the most important thing, all right?

Faust : ...I will.

Mephisto : ...I suppose my mission is complete too.
Let's go, comrades.

Mephisto : Let us go forth and welcome our new era!!

Operation story: 1-1

Before operation

Summary

The pressure of the looming Catastrophe weighs upon the psyche of the Doctor's team, though a small back-and-forth with Nearl helps ease up the anxiety slightly.
The long journey home continues.

<Background 1>

Guard : Is it just me, or is the sky getting darker?

Dobermann : ...If only it was just you.
We never had much time anyway.

Dobermann : The shape of the Catastrophe cloud is more clearly defined than the black haze it was before.
Tsk. I don't like the feeling I get from watching it from over our heads. What a bad omen.

<Background 1>

Dobermann : To make things worse, Reunion goons might be lurking in every nook and cranny.
Actually, that's probably too conservative.

Nearl : What you should've said is that they're probably partying on the streets.

Medic : Almost every street is filled with destruction, violence and looting. Vehicles and buildings are being set on fire...
But these thugs decide that it's the perfect weather for a picnic!

Nearl : If they're going out on a picnic now, it's the Catastrophe that will feast upon their bones.
This proves that most Reunion members are just fools who've been whipped into a frenzy.

Amiya : ...
Pfft.

Medic : Look, they're no really having a picnic...
I, I just wanted something to moan about. You didn't have to take me so seriously...

Nearl : ...
Oh, you weren't being serious? Wait, were you trying to crack a joke?
Hmm...
Sorry, I'm not good with this stuff...

Medic : Umm... It's fine...
It's just that... trying not to laugh is hard...
Umm, sorry... for trying to make a joke at such a serious time...

Amiya : It's okay.
Rhodes Island wasn't founded for the sake of having everyone keep a serious face.
We've always wanted everyone to be able to smile.

Medic : A-Amiya...

Amiya : Don't worry about it!

Dobermann : In any case, let's help out with the scouting.
I'll quitely dispatch the enemy at our four o'clock.
Hopefully their diseased organs won't explode or be rigger to serve as some kind of alarm.

Ace : We'll wrap around and take care of the large group on the other side of the fortification.
With this much chaos around us, nobody will notice a little more noise.

Dobermann : All right, let's move out!

After operation

Summary

The Doctor's team passes by a clinic called Azazel.
Gazing upon this now empty complex, recollections of the past and the outlook of a desolate future leads many to reflect upon the conditions of the Infected.

「Time – Unknown \ Weather – Unknown \ Visibility – Poor
Chernobog – Operation Squad EO's Location
Dr {nickname} Rescue Operation, Phase 3 」

<Background 1>

Medic : Ah!
This clinic...
Amiya, haven't we been here before?

Amiya : You're right...
But why has it... become like this?

Medic : It's been totally abnadoned... it looks it was attacked by Reunion.

Amiya : ...

Guard : Wasn't this Azazel, the clinic for the infected?

Amiya : Yes...

Guard : Even though they had access to Chernobog's entire underground intelligence network, they still refused to work with us...
Back then, it wasn't clear what kind of dealing that had with Reunion...
If only they had given us some information, or even just a hint...
We could've been out of here by now.
They brought this outcome upon themselves!

Amiya : That's not the entire story...

Guard : Amiya, you were there for the negotitations, weren't you?
That cold and arrogant attitude of theirs really ticked me off...

Ace : We can't blame them.

Guard : Boss...

Ace : It's hard for the Infected to trust anyone.
After enduring so many hardships, who can blame them for becoming jaded and stubborn?

Amiya : I can understand why they did what they did... and I can forgive them. Those who don't protect themselves are easily hurt by others.
Moreover, the Infeceted often can't even trust each other. Not everyone is able to stomach the kinds of risks that we take either...

<Background 1>

Doctor : A clinic for the Infected?

Amiya : Azazel... They were black-market clinic that only provided services to the Infected.
Given the social status of the Infected, they couldn't openly reveal themselves in public.
Some of the Infected, not wanting to be thrown into quarantine, are hiding throughout the city, just trying to survive.
Azazel was aimed at providing services to these people.
...They must have rejected Reunion's proposals.
Doctor, I previously mentioned that we're all sick, right?
This disease will claim our lives, but it also grants us with the extraordinary powers.
For example, I can use Originium Arts without the aid of a staff.
However, this disease does not only destroy our bodies...
It also destroys any chance we have at living a normal life. Or rather, *civilized society* strips everything away from us.
Chernobog has been the shining beacon of this "civility".
Fearing, hating, exilling, and purging the Infected...

Nearl : ...
And, this is how it ends.

Amiya : The only thing is, how many Infected were even given the options to chose between us, Reunion, or some other organization?
Most of them simply lost everything.
Perhaps, this clinic was a warm place that some of them could call home...
There is no cure for Oripathy. At least right now, the Infected can only die in despair.
And their bodies...become new sources of infections.
With their abnormal powers and fatally infectious disease...
The Infeceted... are the most hated people on this planet.
...
Doctor, you probably won't be able to understand everything just based upon my brief explanation.
But when you see the consequences of these problems with your own eyes... you will understand.
You'll see the harsh reality surrounding the Infected.

Dobermann : Rhodes Island emphasizes equality for all, whereas Reunion is fanatically Infected-centric. However, organizaton like ours are a rare sight.
I can understand why you're angry, but it's hard not to sympathize with this little clinic.

Guard : ...I see.
Perhaps they really ended up facing a bigger crisis than they could handle...

Dobermann : In any case, we should leave our anger behind, along with this clinic.

Amiya : Rhodes Island is filled with good people. Though fear and hostility might create rifts between people...
I believe that all misunderstandings will be resolved, as long as we're a part of the same family.
Perhaps... Rhodes Island is but another Azazel?

Guard : Amiya...

Amiya : Let's go, Doctor.

Operation story: 1-3

Before operation

Summary

From the point of view of an instructor, Dobermann has greater expectations for Amiya. However, she has also acknowledged the Doctor's commanding abilities.
Time is running out, and the Doctor decides to push for a frontal breakthrough.

「Time – Unknown \ Weather – Unknown \ Visibility – Poor
Chernobog – Operation Squad E0's Location
Dr {nickname} Rescue Operation, Phase 3 」

<Background 1>

Dobermann : We have less than an hour left. We can't afford to make a detour...
The more time we waste, the more like we are to get caught in the Catastrophe.
We must directly cut across this area.
However, we won't be able to conceal our movements anymore given the size of our forces.
The possibility of getting ambushed when we're navigating through narrow streets is very high...

Nearl : What's the plan?

Dobermann : We don't have many options...
Dr {nickname}, what's your assessment?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : All we have to do is destroy them in a head-on attack!

Dobermann : Reunion's forces are no match for us individually.
But most of the time, they try to overwhelm us with sheer numbers.

Nearl : If we can utilize our speed to constantly press forward while avoiding large-scale fights...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...They can't stop us, probably...

Dobermann : They don't seem to have built any fortifications.

Nearl : If we're able to charge through their blockade...

Dobermann : Even though it looks like they have a numbers advantage, their loose formation won't be able to stop our advance.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : It takes time for the enemy to regroup.

Dobermann : From what I've observed through our past battles, Reunion's communication methods are absolutely primitive.

Nearl : If we do this quickly, by the time they're able to regroup and mount an effort to stop us...

Dobermann : We'll already be long gone by the time they get into formation.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Nearl : Sounds good.
We'll storm them, disrupt their formation, destroy their firebase, and then fall back quickly.
Dobermann, are you testing me, or...

Dobermann : It's far easier to deal with threats we can see than to be stuck between a rock and a hard place.
I take it that these are Dr {nickname}'s orders, Amiya?

Amiya : The situation is clear. I trust Doctor's decisions...

Dobermann : ...Trust isn't built so easily from just a single battle.
I do think highly of Dr {nickname}, Amiya...
But don't let your guard down. Of course, there is nothing wrong with learning from the Doctor's wisdom, but remember, you can't fully rely on anyone else in this world.

Amiya : ...I know.

Dobermann : Don't get me wrong, Doctor, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you.
But I hope you understand... Amiya still needs to learn and grow.
If you were in my position, you also wouldn't allow her to rely on someone else.
However, know that I've already acknowledged your abilities as a commander.

Doctor : Thank you...

Dobermann : Also, there's no reason to be so formal. We're comrades-in-arms now.
At least on the battlefield, I've already entrusted my life to you.
Enough with the chit-chatting though, let's hurry it up.

Nearl : That's right.
There's an old saying in Kazimierz: "Death catches up to you when you stop to take a break."

After operation

Summary

With no time for hesitation, everyone continues to sprint forward.

<Background 1>

[The Rhodes Island forces advance. ]

Nearl : Chaaaarge—!!

Reunion Member : Huh?
—Who’s there?!

Dobermann : Tsk, where are you looking? Take this!

[Dobermann whips the unsuspecting Reunion soldier. ]

Reunion Member : Gah!!

<Background fades out and in>

Guard : Phew...
Reunion's forces are regrouping behind us... they're getting ready to attack!

Nearl : They can't keep pace with us! Keep charging!

[Rhodes Island continues to advance. ]

Dobermann : We're almost out of Reunion-controlled territory! Don't stop moving!!

Nearl : These trifling thugs...
...Can’t hope to stop us!

Operation story: 1-4

Before operation

Summary

The rescue squad comes to a clearing, where they see Reunion brutalizing civilians. Amiya wants to rescue them, but is stopped by Ace.
There are more important things to do, and they must move on.

<Background 1>

Dobermann : Phew... We finally lost them.

Ace : If we keep up the pace, we'll be out of the central region shortly and arrive at the southern exit.

Dobermann : It's starting to get noisier and more chaotic...
It might be because the Chernobog civilians trying to evacuate the city are running into Reunion.

Amiya : ...

Ace : It seems like a few districts have already been vacated.
But those who didn't make it in time are now being held up by Reunion.

Nearl : ...

Ace : ...
This place used to be a magificent, sprawling plaza.Now... it's been reduced to ruins.
This city tormented the Infected. To meet their end this way is almost poetic.

Dobermann : Almost...
You seem quite sentimental.

Ace : Perhaps, at one point...

Amiya : The sky's getting even darker.
Even the air has the smell... of something burning.

<Background fades out and in>

Civilian : What are you doing?!

Reunion Member : ...

Civilian : ...Aaaargh!!!

Ace : ......!
Civilians?

Dobermann : I can't hear anything anymore.
We can't tell who they are from this distance.

Amiya : ...!
Reunion is attacking them...!

Ace : We can't leverage the terrain to our advantage here. We don't have the capacity to save everybody.
Life is very precious, Amiya. Each and every one.

Amiya : ...

Dobermann : ...
Regardless, we're already too late.
After all, we're in for some trouble ourselves.

Nearl : ...
We can't catch a break today.

Reunion Member : ...

Reunion Member : ...Kill them all.

Nearl : A large number of Reunion forces are coming through the exits!

Dobermann : Get ready to fight our way out!

Operation story: 1-6

Before operation

Summary

A woman stands atop a tall building and takes in the herculean efforts of the Doctor and the rescue squad.
Then, as if responding to her poetic words, the sky sank into a pool of blood.

<Background 1>

Mephisto : Indeed. They don't know that Faust is following them. I received some information from one of his scouts.
Rhodes Island is trapped around the perimeter of the city center.
Insects as they might be, they still might take advantage of the confusion caused by the Catastrophe to make their escape.
Given their understanding of the situation in Chernobog, they could potentially interfere with our plans.
... At least, getting rid of them won't do us any harm.

??? : ...

<Background 2>

Reunion Member : Chernobog bastards! It's because of you, it's all your fault... that us Infected became like this!

Dobermann : Get lost!

[Dobermann attacks the Reunion soldier. ]

Reunion Member : Ugh!

Dobermann : These people, it's like they're just waiting to die!!

Nearl : Why is Reunion going completely berserk?

Dobermann : Why are they sending so many members out here now?!
This makes no sense! There's no reason for them to be defending this place so staunchly!

Nearl : Rhodes Island Operators, stand your ground! Push Reunion back and open up an escape route!

<Background black>

??? : ...
So that's the "Rhodes Island" that I've been hearing so much about? Heh... How heroic.

Crownslayer : ...

<Background 2>

[Suddenly, meteorites begin to fall from the sky. ]

Medic : ...Huh?

Guard : ... Falling rocks? At a time like this?

Dobermann : Don't stop moving! Maintain our defensive line!

Guard : Something's not right... These rocks are coming from the buildings...

Dobermann : What are you talking about...

Reunion Member : It's here! It's here!

Reunion Member : Ahaha... salvation has come for us! Judgment day has come!

Reunion Member : Ahhh, arghhhh––*CRASH!*

[The falling meteorites crush the overjoyed Reunion soldiers. ]

Reunion Member : Ahhh, arghhhh––*CRASH!*

Dobermann : ...
They were... crushed by something?
Was it one of you... who attacked them?
Or were they...

Amiya : Dobermann! Look, the sky...!

[More meteorites continue to fall from the sky. ]

Nearl : ...

<Background black>

Nearl : The sky was dyed a bloody crimson...
"Boiling dark clouds, tumbling in flames..."

Ace : Don't panic!

Nearl : Keep your senses about you!

Dobermann : ... We still can make it out of this alive if we act decisively!

[The meteorites fall upon Chernobog... ]

??? : "...As terror strips away their voices, the land falls into silence."

[...wreaking mass destruction across the nomadic city. ]

??? : "The titanic Originium lowers its head..."
"...and falls upon the scorched shadow of death."

Crownslayer : Talulah.

Talulah : ...

Crownslayer : What do we do next?

Talulah : ... Perhaps they will be able to survive the Catastrophe.
Finish off the stragglers.

Crownslayer : Very well.

<Background 3>

Dobermann : Even though I figured that Reunion would be using the Catastrophe to take their revenge...
I didn't expect them to use it to completely destroy Chernobog...
Rather than vengeance, this seems more like a manifesto...
Something about the Era of the Infected... or something like that?

Medic : Aaaahh...
The entire sky... is crashing down...

Guard : Watch out!!

Medic : What's that...

Amiya : Be more alert!

Medic : –– Oh!

Amiya : Protect the Medic – hurry and take her someplace safe!

Guard : Roger!

Ace : All operators, find cover!

Amiya : All teams, prepare to... weather the Catastrophe!

Operation story: 1-7

Before operation

Summary

The Doctor makes a valiant effort to rescue a medic operator, and is put in harm's way in the process. Fortunately, Nearl comes to the rescue once more.
Even with an ominous storm about to fall, Reunion continues to attack.

<Background 1>

[Amidst the Catastrophe devouring Chernobog... ]

Dobermann : Prepare for impact!!
Spread out—!!!
There's too much coming... at this rate, every single building in this city is going to be destroyed!
This is looking bad...!

Ace : ...!
We have to relocate!

Medic : ...!

Ace : Hold on!!

Reunion Member : Aaaaagh!! It's falling... It's falling!
The sky is crashing down!
Aghhhh! It hurtsss...!
My hand... my hand! Where's my hand...
No, no way!! I don't want to die...!
Aaaaaaaghh!!!

Nearl : Defenders!
Protect our Casters!!
...!!
What's that sound?!

Ace : A massive cluster just toppled the building across the street from us! Get down!!

[A meteorite nearly strikes the injured Rhodes Island medic. ]

Medic : Eeek...!

Amiya : ... Don't stand there... Medic! Watch out!

Guard : Oh no... Medic, get out of there!

Doctor : ...!

Medic : Aaaahh!
...Huh, D-Doctor?

Guard : The Doctor pushed the medic out of the way? Wouldn't that mean... Doctor...?!
No, Doctor!!

Nearl : Dr.{nickname}!!

Guard : Huh?
N-Nearl's charging forward!

Nearl : Get down, Doctor!

[The meteorite lands... ]

<Background fades out and in>

[...but thanks to Nearl's intervention, the Doctor and the R.I. medic are safe. ]

Nearl : Aagh...
She made it in time!

Guard : She did it... She saved the Doctor!

Nearl : *cough*... Haah...

Amiya : Nearl! Doctor! Hurry back over here!

Nearl : It's fine now!
I can still hold my shield...!
Jump, Doctor!
Jump!

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Doctor, Doctor...
You're, you're not hurt?

Doctor : I'm fine... It’s no big deal. / ... / Thanks for saving me, Nearl.

Nearl : How could you... put yourself in danger like that!
At least take me with you, so I can protect you!
I can't allow you to be harmed...
Especially, right before my eyes!

Amiya : We should count ourselves lucky that everyone is still safe...!
But...
(How much longer is this going to last?)
(How long are we going to be able to stay alive?)
... Hm...
Are fewer rocks falling now?
So we managed to weather the first impact...

Dobermann : But we have to be careful still. Nobody knows how long this Catastrophe will continue for.
At least... we weren't caught dead in the middle of it.
We were lucky to slip through.

Amiya : Mmhm...
How's everyone doing?

Guard : Looks like all of the Operators made it through just fine...!
Some were lightly injured, but considering the circumstances, we were quite fortunate!
We... we made it!

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : Ugh...

Amiya : Some of the Reunion members have also...

Reunion Member : ...Huh?
Huh... Ahh! ! Rhodes Island!

Dobermann : ...What?

Reunion Member : Arghh...!!

Amiya : They're still trying to attack us?!

Reunion Member : ...
Rhodes Island!

Dobermann : What's wrong with you bunch!

Reunion Member : Come back here...!

Dobermann : They've gone insane.

Nearl : Do they not value their lives at all?!

Amiya : Dobermann...

Dobermann : We have no choice...
We'll suppress them first, and then immediately relocate!

After operation

Summary

Reunion members pour out from every nook and cranny, trapping the Doctor and the rescue squad in the city plaza.
It is at that time that Talulah, the tyrant of Reunion, approaches them.

<Background 2>

[The Catastrophe is weakening in intensity as Rhodes Island made their way through the devastated Chernobog. ]

Dobermann : *gasp* *gasp*...

Nearl : We made it...!
We've not only managed to shake off Reunion...
...but the Catastrophe is also visibly weakening!
But we're still in a terrible situation... Everyone, continue to exercise caution!

Amiya : The Catastrophe...
The streets are now buried underneath rubble, and collapsed buildings are blocking all the roads...

Dobermann : Is the Originium already beginning to metastasize...?
We're almost there, but everything is blocking our way!
If we can just...
... Just...

Ace : ...
They're here.

Guard : What's here?
Reunion? They caught up to us?!

[A large number of Reunion fighters surround Rhodes Island... ]

Medic : Ugh...
There's... so many of them...

[...outnumbering them ten to one... ]

Dobermann : They didn't just catch up to us...
They're...

Nearl : ––Everywhere.

[...and blocking off all possible exits. ]

Dobermann : From the plaza, the streets, the buildings... and even all the ruins.
Look at those numbers. Hah...
That explains why they weren't afraid of the Catastrophe at all, except for the ones who ended up being crushed.
Even if we assume...
That the Catastrophe wiped out half their men––
They still have enough people here to kill us a dozen times over.

Nearl : ...
Don't stop moving! We'll continue moving towards our retreat route!
We're done for if we stop in a wide-open area! At least make it to the plaza's exit before regrouping!

Amiya : Nearl...

Nearl : We have to fight. After we break through their line, we'll slip out in the ensuing chaos.

Amiya : Are you sure it'll work?

Nearl : The chance is slim, but we're out of options. But...
Even if they outnumber us ten-to-one, if they're just a bunch of thugs, we still have a chance!
Stay calm! Prepare for battle! Defensive formations!

Dobermann : ...Tsk.
With these numbers, if they wanted to take over Chernobog... they might actually be able to do it.

Nearl : There are too many...
Way too many of them..
Where did Reunion find all these Infected?

Dobermann : We're completely surrounded...
I never asked for this kind of respect from Reunion.

Guard : The entire plaza... is swarming with Reunion forces!
They've stopped moving!
...

Amiya : Ugh...

[Talulah appears, and the Reunion fighters make way for her. ]

<Background black>

Guard : Only a single enemy is approaching our defensive line!
Why is that person walking towards us alone...
Are they sending an envoy? I don't think so...

<Background 2>

Amiya : She...
According to our intel, she's...

Nearl : ...
There's something peculiar about her scent.

Dobermann : Nearl...

Nearl : I can't exactly put my finger on it, but...

<Background fades out and in>

Nearl : It's... the smell of steel and sulfur.
As if something was burning.
If it really is fire, then...

Amiya : All Operators... be on maximum alert.
...That person is...

Dobermann : Reunion's ruler...

Amiya : ...Talulah.

<Background black>

[The silence is broken by the Catastrophe. ]

Talulah : ...
... ...

Nearl : I reckon... her flames are powerful enough to swallow Terra entirely.

Operation story: 1-8

Before operation

Summary

Confronted with Talulah's oppressive power, Amiya chooses to ■ ■ ■ ■
But her power alone is not enough. Just when she is unable to hold on any longer, Ace steps out in front of her—

<Background 1>

Nearl : Amiya, take the Doctor with you.
...Go, now!

Amiya : No! I won't leave you...

Nearl : Surely, you can feel it as well! She... If you don't leave, the entire rescue team will die here!
That Talulah...
She is a living monster! Amiya!

Amiya : We'll be fine, as long as we stand together!

Nearl : What about the Doctor, then? Can you ensure the Doctor's safety?

Amiya : ... Hm...

Nearl : Team E4, we will stay behind and hold the line!
We must ensure that Amiya, Dr {nickname}, and the Medic teams escape safely!

Ace : No, my squad will handle this.

Nearl : Ace! Be rational, now's not the time to argue over this!

Ace : I am rational.

Nearl : Surely you can see it as well – everything around her is melting!

Amiya : I'm not going to leave you all here to fight alone.
Rhodes Island... won't abandon you!

Dobermann : Amiya, time is of the essence! You have to escape!

Ace : ...You should trust me.

Amiya : I can't bear to see Rhodes Island sacrifice anyone!

Dobermann : Think about our goal! Think about what we came here for!

Amiya : This isn't the time to talk about that still!

Talulah : ...

[Talulah prepares to use her Arts against R.I. forces. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Nearl : ––? The heat... is concentrating in her hands?

Guard : Is she... distorting the space around her?

Nearl : No, that's... the superheated air around her!

Amiya : Watch out! She's getting ready to use her Arts...
No... You can't! Nearl!! Come back, now!!
That's not her... You'll be killed if you––

<Background fades out and in>

Talulah : ... Silence.

Nearl : Uaaaaagh...!

[Nearl is struck by Talulah's Arts, breaking her armor in the process. ]

Nearl : Ugh... Gahh...

Dobermann : Nearl!

Nearl : *cough*... Stay back! Don't worry about me...
It's just... a little warm...

Dobermann : What are you saying... don't worry?
You don't have a single intact piece of armor on you, and you're telling me not to worry?!
You mustn't fight her anymore!

Nearl : I already said... Stay back!

Dobermann : Nearl! You stubborn son of a...!

Talulah : ... Hm?

Ace : Get down!

[Talulah attacked Nearl and Ace with her Arts again, but it narrowly misses them. ]

Nearl : *cough* *cough*... What is it this time!

Ace : ... Invisible flames just swept over our head.
Fall back. This entire block is melting...
Don't sacrifice yourself in vain!

Nearl : ...
Just what monstrosity am I fighting against?

Ace : We have to interrupt her casting somehow...
Snipers, take aim at the enemy!

<Background fades out and in>

Talulah : ...

<Background black>

Talulah : Resistance will usher hope into this land.
But resistance... will not change your fate.

Ace : Fire!!

[R.I. snipers fire at Talulah, but she vaporizes the projectiles with her Arts. ]

Talulah : Chernobog has already attained liberation.
Our work here is done, and your group has proven to be quite interesting.

Dobermann : What...

Talulah : However, that is all you are worth.
You have chosen poorly.
Rhodes Island, you should have stood firmly with the Infected.

[Talulah unleashed her Arts which incinerates everything around her. ]

<Background 2>

Medic : What's... going on?
Why is the entire plaza... getting scorched?
What... happened... just now...?
I... I can't breathe... it burns...

Guard : Rocks, bolts, arrows...
They're all gone.
In a heartbeat... every object around her has been reduced to nothingness...

Talulah : You have the resilience of liberators.

Guard : ... Not even ashes remain...

Nearl : Amiya. You know what must be done.

Amiya : ...

Nearl : Someone... has to stop her.

Talulah : ...But I grow tired of this.

Amiya : ...

Nearl : Amiya!!

Talulah : This is the price you must pay for slaughtering your fellow Infected.
I shall grant you an ending that I am quite fond of.
...Disappear.

Dobermann : Damn it!!
Run... hurry!!
That amount of heat, at such a scale... No, no!
Protect Amiya and the Doctor! Quick!!

Nearl : We won't make it...!
I'll block her!!!

Medic : AAAAAGH!!

[Just as Talulah unleashes her Arts... ]

<Background 3>

Medic : ...
...Huh???
A-Amiya?

Amiya : You will not hurt them.

Talulah : ...

Amiya : I will never... allow you to do that!

[Amiya unleashes her very own Arts... ]

<Background 3>

Talulah : –––––Oh?

[...which is strong enough to held back Talulah's Arts at bay... ]

Amiya : Ngh...
I must... protect everyone...!

[...at least for now. ]

Dobermann : Amiya is holding back the enemy's Arts... all by herself...?

Nearl : It's no good... That power is too tremendous!
Even Amiya won't be able to...
She won't be able to hold out for long!

Medic : Amiya!

Amiya : Don't worry... Don't worry about me...
I can handle this...!
I want to... I must... protect you all!

<Background fades out and in>

[Amiya struggles to suppress Talulah's Arts. ]

Medic : Dark matter... is sealing the enemy's Arts within the plaza...

Amiya : Ngh... Argh... Ughh!

Guard : H-her barrier is catching on fire!

Dobermann : Amiya, stop!! Your ring will––!

Amiya : I don't care... even if...
Doctor, I'm sorry...
Even if this brings disaster, even if I...!
I don't want to lose... the person dearest to me... ever again...

Talulah : Heh...
Very good.

Amiya : Aghh... Aaaaaahhh...!!

Nearl : Amiya!
Damn it... We're going to lose her...!

Dobermann : What are you doing?

Nearl : Destroying that she-dragon's Arts!

Dobermann : You...

Nearl : ... "O Light of Kazimierz, the Radiant Knight offers her body to thee..."

Dobermann : Doctor! Just go! We'll help Amiya, but you have to...

Talulah : ––!

[Amiya continues to suppress Talulah's Arts, but in the end, she is overwhelmed... ]

Amiya : Aaaaaaaaghhh!!

<Background black>

Amiya : What...?

Ace : That's enough, Amiya.

Amiya : ––?!

Ace : You've done well.
Let us share your burden.

Amiya : I...

Dobermann : Amiya!

Ace : Dobermann, take her with you. I'll see you soon.

Dobermann : ...Ace...

Amiya : Ace... No... Ace...!
Promise me... that you'll...

[Amiya and the others flee, leaving Ace behind. ]

Ace : ...
I'm sorry, Dr {nickname}. You might not remember me.
But I remember you, and I know what kind of person you are.
... There will come a day when you and Amiya will face this cruel land together.
That is why... you must cherish her, Doctor.
Let's go.
Godspeed.

Operation story: 1-10

After operation

Summary

While Dobermann and Nearl are choked with grief, Amiya remains silent in the Doctor's arms.
They all knew... that Ace would never return home.

Dobermann : We've broken through Reunion's encirclement!

Nearl : But... they...
... I... Aaaagh...

Dobermann : Shh...
...Don't let Amiya hear you.

Nearl : Amiya's kept a clear head through this! She's a lot more mature than we thought...!

Amiya : ...Ngh...
...Mmh...?

<Background black>

Dobermann : Even if that's the case, we can't let her hear this!
We mustn't burden her any further. She's already... carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
...We can't... let their efforts go to waste!
They made the ultimate choice to let us live, so we have to return the favor... by making sure Amiya and the Doctor return safely.

Nearl : ...
That's right.

Dobermann : Now isn't the time to be dejected.
As the Radiant Knight, shouldn't you always be our beacon of hope, no matter what happens?

Nearl : ...
... I'm not sure anymore. But, I will do my part.
Regroup! Don't let your guard down! We're almost there!

Dobermann : ...
*sigh*...
Those who told me not to worry... None of them ended up coming back.

<Background 1>

Amiya : ...
Doctor {nickname}...? What happened...?

[The Doctor puts Amiya down and she stands up. ]

Amiya : Mm, I'm fine. I can walk on my own...
I just... lost consciousness for a little... but I'm okay.
...We managed to make it out?
What about Ace and the others...?

Doctor : ...

Amiya : I see.
It's okay. I'm sure Ace will be fine.
Everyone in Rhodes Island is very strong.
We're almost at the south exit. Once we leave Chernobog, we'll be...
We'll... be...
...
Doctor... Can I... lean on you for a bit...
Just... a little...
...

<Background 2>

Talulah : ...
What a pain.

Mephisto : ...
How did that guy... manage to do this...
Half of the city was burnt to ashes, the entire plaza became a sea of flames... Steel was melting and reforming...
But how was he... able to keep fighting?

??? : He fought until the bitter end... Impressive.

Talulah : I'll remember this.

<Background black>

Talulah : ...Rhodes Island.

Operation story: 1-12

Before operation

Summary

W pays a visit to the Doctor and the rescue party, seeing that the evacuation is about to be completed.
Amiya stands resolute when mocked by W's questions and responds with her own answer.

「Time – Unknown \ Weather – Unknown \ Visibility – Poor
Chernobog – Operation Squad E0's Location
Dr {nickname} Rescue Operation – Final Retreat Phase 」

<Background 1>

Dobermann : Damn it!
Even though we've already made it to the exit...!

??? : Did you really think we'd let you just stroll out of Chernobog?
Don't you think it's about time for someone to wake you from your daydream?

Dobermann : Our commmunications have been restored, and I've contact O.P.D. They'll be joining up with us shortly!
But, this blasted...

Nearl : Watch out, she's holding onto explosives!

Dobermann : I still can't get in touch with the recon team!

Amiya : ... Who exactly are you?

[The mysterious attacker detonates an explosive charge. ]

??? : I don't expect you to know who I am...
But, I know that person next to you.

Amiya : Is Reunion... going to continue fighting us?

??? : Hey, hey, don't be like that.
I have no love for that she-dragon, Talulah. I'm not even cut out for this goaltending business. It's a pain to have to rush over here after a long day of work.
So for the sake of future cooperation, why don't we exchange some pleasantries first?
You may simply call me... W.

W : I've waited a long time to see that person next to you.

Amiya : ...Doctor?

W : Dr {nickname}...
I have a few little questions I'd like to ask {nickname}. Would you be so kind as to give us some... alone time?

Nearl : You're wasting your breath.

W : ––Don't be so hasty. I have some information you might be interested in.
Actually, we just met some rather slick fellows... Quite skilled, and dressed just like you guys.
Though their camouflage might have been enough to fool Ursus, I saw right through their little trick~

Amiya : Could they be from the recon team?
I'm glad... that they're safe...

W : Little bunny, are you their leader?

Amiya : ?!

W : I'm quite curious, what charm do you hold over them... so that they'd give their lives so enthusiastically and unremorsefully for you?

Amiya : What... are you saying...?

W : You heard me. None of them... will be returning to you.
Hey, you...
Are you really... worth sacrificing their lives over?

Amiya : ...

Doctor : Don't worry about her. The exit's right there! / Amiya... / What's the point of you doing this, W?

W : I'm not done talking yet.
Amiya...
... Did I make you mad?

Amiya : ... You've gone too far.

W : Good, good... Now that's more like it.
Come at me.

Amiya : W of the Reunion Movement, you've gone too far!
Every life is precious, each and every one...
This is something that you'll never tarnish!
Doctor!!

Doctor : Rhodes Island, prepare for combat!

W : Heheh...

After operation

Summary

After one battle, W suddenly lets the party go free, with Talulah actually ordering her to not give chase.
Overcome with doubt, sorrow, and exhaustion, everyone finally sets foot on the road back home.

<Background 1>

W : Ahh... What a nostalgic feeling!
Amiya, was it?
...
Ah, ahaha! I see... So that's what's going on.
I remember now, Amiya.

Amiya : ...What?

W : I've already gotten what I came for. You can all go now. Shoo.

Amiya : You...!

Reunion Member : W...?

W : ... What, do you lot want to stay here and die? That's perfectly fine by me. You're all free to do as you please.

Reunion Member : ...
We're falling back. Let them go. Talulah's orders.

Amiya : ...?

W : Forget it. Things get boring when they get dragged out too long. I hate being bored, that's all there is to it.
However, I do look forward to seeing you again, Amiya.
As well as... that person.

Amiya : What...?!

W : Next time, I will hear the truth from you, {nickname}.
Bye~

[W leaves alongside her Reunion forces. ]

Amiya : What... Why... is she doing this?

Dobermann : Reunion... they've left.
––We've long missed the rendezvous time.
Retreat back to Rhodes Island... immediately.

Amiya : ...
I'll escort... the Operators in the back.

Nearl : Amiya...

Amiya : I'm fine.

Nearl : ... All right..

Dobermann : Go, Amiya.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Guard : ...
... ...
... Boss...?
Where are the others...

Ace : Nearl and the others have already broken out with Amiya and Dr {nickname}.
Those who stayed behind...
... They're all gone.

<Background fades out and in>

Guard : ... What...

Ace : We're the only two left.

Guard : I remember now... That, that freak... Talulah... single-handedly...
She knocked away our Guards like they were toy bricks...
That monster cut through our Defenders as if they were butter...

Ace : Hush... Your wounds are deep.

Guard : The Catastrophe...! She is Catastrophe incarnate... How, how else could she have reduced our squads to ashes in an instant...
Even though I saw it with my own eyes, I can't... I can't believe it...
The screams... Aagh... Gaaaah...

Ace : Snap out of it!

Guard : I'm so sorry... I, I don't know how...

Ace : Calm down.
I gave you some emergency treatment.

Guard : ... Boss... what happened to your arm...?

Ace : At least I still have one I can use.

[... ]

Guard : Boss... You should go. I'm sure you'll be able to break your way out.

Ace : We only managed to stall her for a few minutes.
Until Dr {nickname} and Amiya are safe, I cannot go.

<Background fades out and in>

Ace : I have to stop that monster first.

Guard : Boss... I also...

Ace : The price of your life... was paid with my arm.
If you can live even a single minute longer, it will be worth it.

Guard : ...

Ace : I'll be right back. Take care of yourself.

<Background fades out and in>

Guard : Boss... I'm sorry... that I'm so unworthy.
Amiya...
I'm sure you'll be able to... make everyone's dreams...

Amiya : ...

??? : They're all... I...

Amiya : ... ...

??? : ... Amiya?
... ... Amiya?

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Amiya : Oh, huh?

Medic : What's the matter?

Amiya : N-nothing... I just suddenly felt...
Grief...

Medic : *sniff*... Urk...
Grief... huh...
Aauugh...

Amiya : ... Don't cry...
At least... for now.
Someone once said to me...
Tears... should be saved for when the war is over.
Now... is not the time.

Medic : Nnh... Ugh... Nn...

Amiya : Let's go...
...We're going home.

Operation story: 2-1

Before operation

Summary

However, there is no time to rest. More missions await after returning to Rhodes Island.
After the operation in Chernobog, Rhodes Island receives a cooperation agreement from Lungmen. The next destination is clear.

「5:57 AM \ Cloudy \ Visibility: 17 km
Desert; 4 km from the outskirts of Lungmen
4 days after the Chernobog rescue mission 」

PRTS : Good morning, Dr {nickname}. You have currently been sleeping for 99999––––
––––9999 hours.
Although your reluctance to leave bed is not beyond reason, your presence is urgently needed at the operations command room.
Furthermore, here is some medical advice from Dr Kal'tsit: Please keep the windows open to maintain a source of fresh air, and spend some time on the deck to maintain healthy levels of Vitamin D.

[The call ends and the Doctor heads off into the Rhodes Island landship's bridge. ]

<Background 1>

Amiya : Ah, Doctor! Good morning.

Dobermann : So you made it, Dr {nickname}.

Amiya : Doctor, are you feeling better now?
You looked like you were still in pain and and couldn't move around well yesterday.

Doctor : I've made a complete recovery. How about you?

Amiya : I'm perfectly fine and full of energy today!
After all, we still have other missions to take care of...
So the sooner we can start preparing, the better. Doctor, you should get used to having to shift gears quickly here.

Dobermann : Doctor,
Even though we sustained heavy losses in Chernobog, we gained a lot of information about Reunion and, more importantly, got you out alive.
Based on the negotiations we had yesterday, the closest nomadic city to us, Lungmen, has offered us a cooperation pact and agreed to exchange information with us.
We have some evidence that Reunion might be targeting Lungmen next.
We'll have to wait for Dr Kal'tsit's permission first before we can get the rest of the information. She's still stationed within Lungmen.

Amiya : Lungmen has granted us permission to temporary camp near the city. They've also agreed to compensate a portion of our losses and expenditures during the operation.
In exchanges, Rhodes Island is expected to help defend the city's outskirts.
But the reason why I called for you so early is...

Dobermann : Let me explain it, Amiya.
Last night, we discovered another wave of Chernobog survivors making their way towards Lungmen. They're expected to get there in the afternoon.
We'll be expected to safeguard the outskirts of District 5 just like the last few days. Only this time, there might be more Reunion members mixed into the group.
Because the situation is a bit different, we'll need to discuss some new tactics with you before beginning the operation.

Amiya : Anyway, Doctor, there's a lot to get through today, so...
Let's do our best!

Dobermann : In any case...

Dobermann : Both of you, please complete your combat preparations. Doctor, once you've decided on your squad assignments, please let the operators know so that they also have time to prepare.
We'll set out 15 minutes after you finish your drills.
Oh, and make sure you're not late this time.

After operation

Summary

At the quarantine gate of Lungmen District 5, the Doctor's group meets Ch'en of the L.G.D.
They follow Ch'en into the office of Wei Yenwu, the head of Lungmen, where negotiations have already begun.

「10:14 PM \ Clear \ Visibility: 19 km
Lungmen, District 5– Inspection and Quarantine Zone 」

<Background 2>

??? : Madam.
They're here.

??? : ...

[A broadcast can be heard in the checkpoint. ]

Broadcast : Attention, please...
Due to the Catastrophe's interference, all air traffic in Lungmen has been stopped. All entrances to District 5 will be closed in two hours.
We thank you for your cooperation during Oripathy inspections.
If you discover any unregistered Infected, please inform a nearby peace officer immediately.
The L.G.D. will detain them in accordance with the "Emergency Handling Act."
Attention, please...

[The broadcast is repeated as Amiya and the Doctor reaches the checkpoint. ]

Amiya : It's just like the rumors said...
Let's go, Doctor.
We're here.

??? : Rhodes Island was scheduled to meet with the L.G.D. at 10 o'clock.
It's 10:14 now.
You were late 14 minutes; therefore, you've wasted 14 minutes of my time.

Amiya : ...I'm sorry, Madam Ch'en, we just found out that Reunion is here...

Ch'en : It's fine, I already know. But that's not important right now.
...Who might this be?

Amiya : Dr {nickname} is Rhodes Island's consultant. Dr Kal'tsit should already have informed you.

Ch'en : Hmm...
Well, since everyone is here, I'll now need you to follow me to...

[An L.G.D. agent rushes into Ch'en's side. ]

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Ch'en! It's an emergency! Those Infected... they're not...

Ch'en : Don't panic!
First Squad, standby! Snipers, get into position!

Civilian : Wh-what's happening?!

Infected : Let go of me! !

Ch'en : Tch... What's going on? Report the situation.

Infected : Let me go! ! Why are you arresting me?!
We didn't do anything wrong!!!

L.G.D. Agent : Some Infected... are refusing to be taken in... We're...

Ch'en : I can see that...
Forget it.
Detain them all.
Disperse the crowd immediately. Open the gates in 30 minutes after you finish the review process.
Also, push the quarantine inspection line forward 40 meters.
Other than you and Dr {nickname}, the rest of Rhodes Island will stay here and assist with border security. The two of you, come with me.
If your group can't handle such a trivial task, I will not be able to assign you any missions.
PC94172, arrange some work for these people. I don't want to see any more trouble tonight.

L.G.D. Agent : Understood, Madam!
Everyone, I'd like you to...

[Amiya and the Doctor follows the L.G.D. agent's lead. ]

Amiya : ...
(Madam Ch'en is really tough... she's stricter than I imagined...)

Doctor : ... (Nod)

Ch'en : You two.

<Background black>

Ch'en : Follow me.

[Amiya and the Doctor follows Ch'en. ]

Ch'en : We're here.

<Background 3>

Amiya : Wh-what a tall building!

Ch'en : ...

Amiya : Ugh...
S-sorry...

Ch'en : ... Rhodes Island is undoubtedly capable.

Amiya : Oh...
Thank you for your praise, Madam.

Ch'en : However...
After the Chernobog incident, there's been a massive surge of refugees into Lungmen.
The Infected should already know what the consequences of entering Lungmen are.

[Ch'en takes Amiya and the Doctor to Lungmen's government center. ]

<Background 4>

??? : I'll remind you once more.
Lungmen is the next Chernobog.

Amiya : Dr Kal'tsit...!

Ch'en : Rhodes Island's representative has already met with Chief Wei.
Please wait here.
I'll notify you shortly.

Amiya : Phew... she's really hard to talk to.
Dr {nickname}, from here on, Dr Kal'tsit will be handling the negotiations.
Please have confidence in her.

Operation story: 2-2

Before operation

Summary

The purpose of the negotiations is to establish a cooperative relationship between Rhodes Island and Lungmen to deal with the Reunion threat.
In the process, Wei Yenwu proposes a test to determine the military prowess of Rhodes Island.

Ch'en : Come in.

[Amiya and the Doctor enters the office of Wei Yenwu, whom Kal'tsit is talking with. ]

<Background 1>

Amiya : ... Dr Kal'tsit!

Kal'tsit : Amiya...
... {nickname}.
So you've come.

[Ch'en closes the door. ]

Doctor : ...

Ch'en : Ahem.
Chief Wei, the other two representatives of Rhodes Island have also arrived.

Wei Yenwu : Ah, excellent.
Please take a seat. Miss Kal'tsit is currently explaining the situation to me.

Kal'tsit : Allow me to continue then. Mister Wei, I trust that you have a good grasp of the situation already.

Kal'tsit : Currently, the Lungmen information network captures a lot of information regarding the Reunion Movement. It is good that you recognize the importance of this.
But this alone is not enough. Lungmen still lacks key information.

<Background 1>

Ch'en : ...

Kal'tsit : I believe the L.G.D. knows very well that this simple quarantine is not enough to hold back Reunion.
Reunion will not obediently go through the inspections, nor will they wait for the authorities to take the initiative. That's why...
Without Rhodes Island's assistance, Lungmen will suffer heavy losses against Reunion should you decide to pursue the same strategies against the Infected.

Ch'en : Pardon the interruption.
The L.G.D. understands Lungmen's defenses better than Rhodes Island does. We've already made preparations to deal with possible infiltration from Reunion.
We, however, are not obliged to provide you with confidential information regarding our operations.

Wei Yenwu : ...
Miss Kal'tsit, please continue.

Kal'tsit : While it is true that Lungmen has been successful in dealing with unarmed Infected so far, you have not dealt with this scale of organized rioting before. This may result in unnecessary losses.
From our experience... Only the Infected are capable of countering the Infected.

Wei Yenwu : To my understand, Rhodes Island has some special expertise in countering Reunion?

Kal'tsit : We do have experience, but I wouldn't call it expertise.

Wei Yenwu : Oh...?
I've been told that Rhodes Island was involved with the Chernobog incident, and managed to obtain a lot of intel about Reunion.

Kal'tsit : No matter where you heard that from...
At this stage, that information is not up for exchange. It is but a part of our resume, a qualification that allows us to speak to you, Mister Wei.

Wei Yenwu : It is Lungmen that will decide whether or not we will exchange information. If Rhodes Island cannot even provide us with this level of information...
Hah.
In that case, we simply have no basis for trusting your capabilities.

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : Mister Wei, I apologise if my words were not clear enough.
What I must emphasize is... the only reason Rhodes Island has this information, is because we were strong enough to obtain it.

Ch'en : Whatever the case may be, Lungmen cannot simply trust another group of Infected.

Kal'tsit : Miss Ch'en, if you believe that doling out punishment to the Infected is more important than the actual security of Lungmen...
Then I will immediately surrender myself in accordance with your local laws. Then, I will sigh from my jail while watching Reunion burn down your city.
This time, Lungmen doesn't have a choice.

Ch'en : Your good intentions are not lost upon us despite your rudeness.
However, we also are not a charity for useless lobbyists.

Wei Yenwu : Madam Ch'en.

Ch'en : Chief Wei, I believe it is inappropriate for these outsiders to get involved with Lungmen's confidential matters.

Wei Yenwu : Calm down, Madam Ch'en. They are still our guests.
... My guests.

Ch'en : ...
Very well.
Unless they've violated our laws, I will tolerate them, Sir.

Wei Yenwu : Ah, excuse me. I just remembered...
That's right. Hmm...
There is one thing that I care about.
Your ability.
To my understanding, Rhodes Island is also assisting with suppressing the nearby Infected?
Madam Ch'en, based upon your best information, how would you assess Rhodes Island's combat abilities?

Ch'en : ... Allow me to describe what I've witnessed from Rhodes Island's operations.
Here are the details...

After operation

Summary

Ch'en describes Rhodes Island's feats, affirming its combat capabilities. However, Wei Yenwu believes that Rhodes Island's asking price is too high.
Amiya calmly offers her remarks to the head of Lungmen, who finally seems convinced.

<Background 1>

Ch'en : ... And that concludes my report of Rhodes Island's combat operations.

Wei Yenwu : And your assessment?

Ch'en : There is little reason to doubt their strength.
However, Chief Wei, given their identities, I believe that from a strategic standpoint...
... the L.G.D. is more than capable of handling the job.

Wei Yenwu : When it comes to fighting crime and prevent infiltration, the L.G.D. is more than sufficient.
Rhodes Island may be able to bring more to the table. However...
Of the things that Rhodes Island has requested, there is one "item" that we are unwilling to exchange based upon what has been offered.
The temporary defense cooperation that you're providing is far from equal value. As things stand, your "asking price" is a bit too high.
Miss Kal'tsit, Miss Amiya, I hope you two both understand.

Kal'tsit : Mister Wei, a temporary defense will not be enough. There are a lot of things about Reunion that you don't know about.
Based upon the data we gathered while fighting them, if no proactive measures are taken, Reunion will seize control of Lungmen within two weeks.

Ch'en : ... Nonsense. There's no evidence of that––

Kal'tsit : Madam Ch'en, would you like to know the real reason Chernobog fell within one night?

Ch'en : ...

Wei Yenwu : Please elaborate.

Kal'tsit : Amiya.

Amiya : Ah... Sure.
Rhodes Island wasn't just involved in the Chernobog incident... We also were caught inside the Catastrophe, and survived.

Wei Yenwu : Impressive, impressive.
It's not every day I meet someone crazy enough to have made it out of a Catastrophe alive. Miss Amiya, please continue, I'm listening.

Amiya : ... We fought against Reunion's leader.

Ch'en : ...

Wei Yenwu : Hmm? What's her name again?
I don't recall clearly...

Doctor : Talulah.

Wei Yenwu : Ah, right, Talulah.
Madam Ch'en, what do you think?

Ch'en : ...
I... I know.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : ... This is what happened to Rhodes Island at Chernobog. Even though Reunion managed to wrest control of Chernobog from Ursus...
But in order to expand, they'll have to deal with their resource shortages. Lungmen will be their next stepping stone.
Even though you might be able to fend them off for a while, their attacks will not cease unless you handle this situation proactively.
Furthermore... There's another unknown factor – we still don't know how Ursus will respond after losing Chernobog...

Wei Yenwu : Hahaha... Well spoken, young lady.
Due to the seriousness of this threat and the L.G.D.'s limited manpower, I'm not opposed to considering this temporary agreement based on the terms that were detailed earlier.
But what I said before still holds...

Kal'tsit : ...
... Rhodes Island's asking price is still too high?

Wei Yenwu : Correct.
In order to make sure Lungmen is properly compensated, I have two very simple conditions.
First, Rhodes Island will help the L.G.D. suppress the Reunion threat. This includes identifying threats within Lungmen as well as those related to fallout from Chernobog.
This also includes assessing the degree that the Infected have infiltrated Lungmen. I expect that you will share any potentially helpful information with us.

Kal'tsit : What's the second condition, then?

Wei Yenwu : I will tell you about the second condition after you've satisfied the first.
Naturally, I won't ask for anything outside of Rhodes Island's area of expertise.

Kal'tsit : I'm not sure I understand. Could you please elaborate, Mister Wei?

Wei Yenwu : How should I put this... If Reunion causes damage that surpasses Rhodes Island's estimates...
I hope that you will help the L.G.D. handle the situation, which may include post-disaster management. Of course, nothing beyond your capabilities. That's roughly the gist of it.

Kal'tsit : ...

Wei Yenwu : I cannot say much more at this point. However, don't forget, Rhodes Island doesn't have a choice.
If you can't accept our terms, then all the conditions we discussed, as well as your requests, will be...

Kal'tsit : Amiya?

Amiya : Dr Kal'tsit...
Mister Wei, I would like to add one more clause to the agreement...
"Any interpretation of the clauses must be agreed upon by both parties." Is this acceptable?

Wei Yenwu : Oh... Of course. I can see your respect to Lungmen, Miss Amiya.
Madam Ch'en, do you have any objections?

Ch'en : ... I accept this operation.

Wei Yenwu : Hah.
It seems like Madam Ch'en also has her own goal now.

Ch'en : ...

Wei Yenwu : In any case, congratulations. You've earned Lungmen's trust. Madam Ch'en will be responsible for your arrangements.
However, be aware that the Infected are not allowed to freely move around within the city, as that may cause panic.

<Background black>

Wei Yenwu : I hope that you will defer to the L.G.D.'s orders while carrying out your duties.
Especially, Madam Ch'en's orders.
Lungmen will be open to Rhodes Island, as long as your actions are in line with us.

<Background 2>

Amiya : Phew... Ugh...! That man was so difficult...
He was so methodical when he spoke, and it felt like he couldn't be swayed by anything...

Kal'tsit : Amiya, you'll eventually have to learn how to deal with these people yourself.
But in the end, you did a great job.

Amiya : Ehehe...

Kal'tsit : By the way...
...
You...

Doctor : Do I know you, Kal'tsit? / ...Hello, Dr Kal'tsit. / Please to meet you, Dr Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : ... ...

Amiya : Dr Kal'tsit, please don't give Dr {nickname} a hard time...

Kal'tsit : *inhales sharply*...

Amiya : ...

Kal'tsit : Haah...
I hope our sacrifices... weren't in vain.
Hello, Dr {nickname}.
Welcome back.

Operation story: 2-3

Before operation

Summary

In the slums of Lungmen, after meeting with Liskarm and Franka, the Doctor's group receives a message from Ch'en asking them to locate an Ursus girl by the name of Misha.
Rhodes Island decides to carry out the mission.

<Background 1>

??? : Hurry, hide!
I... I need to go.
Take this... this is for you.
This is a protective charm. My mother taught me how to these...
And this is one that I made.
When you make these dolls by hand, you can keep the ones you care about safe.

Children : Okay, sister Misha, we'll take good care of it!

Misha : Good, good.
Now, go hide! And don't make a sound.

Children : Okay!

<Background fades out and in>

[Lungmen rioters search the alley for the Infected children. ]

Rioter : Where'd they go? ! After them! Let's see how far those Infected can run!
Hmm? Now... what do we have here?

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : According to Exusiai's data, our mission target should have been staying somewhere around here...
Argh, the terrain around here is really complicated. If we were doing this alone, this assignment might have been quite troublesome...
Luckily, I got in touch with Penguin Logistics beforehand...
...Who's there?
Those people are...!

Child : Baddies! You bunch of baddies! Let go of me! Let... Go...!

Rioter : Tell me! Where'd she run off to?
Stop playing dumb!

Child : Sister! Sister! Where are you...! Help...
Sister Misha! Sister Misha, save me!!

Amiya : ...

Rioter : Who is it?
Get back here!

Amiya : ...
...You should leave right now if you know what's good for you.

Rioter : ...?!
Who the hell...?!
You don't like you're from around here!
You're not afraid of us...

[Amiya used her Arts to scare the rioters. ]

Amiya : Otherwise...

Rioter : Huh?
Gaaah!!
Wh-what was that?
Arts! Sh-she's using Arts?!
Aaaargh! Stay away from me!

Amiya : ...Don't bully the defenseless ever again.

Rioter : Aaaagh! Monster!

[The rioters flee. ]

Amiya : Heh... Monster, huh?
...
Everything will be okay. You can come out now.
It's dangerous here. You should hurry and find some place safe.

Children : Thank you, ma'am!

Amiya : Take care!

[Franka appears. ]

Franka : Amiya, what's going on?

Amiya : Hm, I saw an Infected just now, probably unregistered...

Franka : From Ursus?

Amiya : Yes. She was heading deeper into the slums.
Franka, gather the nearby operators.

Franka : Okay.

Amiya : The deeper we head into the slums, the more volatile things are going to be...
There are ordinary civilians, criminals, and refugees – all mixed together.
We'll have to make thorough preparations.

Liskarm : Amiya, we have incoming comms.
Please wait a second.
...
That's right.
Amiya, it's the L.G.D.

Amiya : Was that Madam Ch'en?

Liskarm : Indeed.
... That's right. We've already found a number of unregistered Infected.
... Yes.
... What?
... We're after an Ursus girl, short white hair, height of about 145 cm, called Misha?

Amiya : That's...?

Liskarm : ...Understood.
Amiya, Madam Ch'en wants us to immediately search for the Infected just described.
Once we find her, we are to turn her in to the L.G.D. immediately.

Amiya : Can I speak to her please?
Hello, hello...
Madam Ch'en, can you hear me?

Ch'en : I hear you.

Amiya : Can I confirm the validity of that order?

Ch'en : 100% valid, effective immediately.

Amiya : I see.

[Ch'en hangs up. ]

Amiya : ...
She suddenly hung up...

Franka : That Ch'en, she's got a bit of a temper.

Amiya : So this is going to be our mission for now...

Liskarm : Amiya, I've just received another message from several defenders.
They met some individuals who were openly hostile to Rhodes Island's operators.
Furthermore, those attackers weren't ordinary people, they were... Infected.

Amiya : ... Have the defenders fall back towards us.
Scout team! Our target is an Ursine girl with short white hair, height of 145 cm. Remember to stay hidden, and stay safe!
Other operators, follow your leaders and spread out.

Doctor : It'd be best to stall them out. / So we're... going to lure them in? / Franka, let's attack them head-on.

Franka : Hey... Not bad.
Liskarm, this kid's pretty smart.

Liskarm : ... Dr {nickname} is our tactical commander. You should take this more seriously.

Amiya : Let's begin.
So... Rhodes Island has to fight against the Infected again...

After operation

Summary

The members of Rhodes Island find Misha in an abandoned building.
After a conversation, Misha reluctantly decides to leave with Rhodes Island.

<Background 2>

Misha : Phew...
I probably won't be found if I hide here...
But, I won't be able to go back to those kids anymore.
I hope nothing happens to them...
*sigh*... Why...
...!
Who is it?

Amiya : ...
Are you Miss Misha?

Misha : ...What?

<Background fades out and in>

Misha : ...

Amiya : I'm sorry, Miss Misha. I hope I didn't scare you...
These are my coleagues, Franka and Liskarm.

Franka : Hey there.

Liskarm : Good day.

Amiya : We're from Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals. As an organization made to serve the Infected, at least...
We hope to be able to help you. That's why we'd like to talk for a bit.

Misha : Talk?

Amiya : Mhm.
This isn't the best place for that though...
As of right now, our top priority is keeping you safe.
For the time being, we'll protect you, so rest assured.

Misha : What... are you talking about...
...
You're just going to capture me and lock me up, aren't you?!
Get away from me! My claws are sharp...! If you don't want to get hurt...

Franka : ...Pfft.

Misha : What are you laughing about...

Franka : If we really were going to capture you, we wouldn't have given you a chance to resist.

Misha : ...

Amiya : Miss Misha, we really do want to help you, so...

Misha : I don't trust you...
Lungmen treats the Infected worse than they treat criminals!
Why would you... Why would you go out of your way to help the Infected?

Amiya : ...
––Miss Misha, look...

Misha : What... are you doing?
...Your...
Your hand...
You're also... an Infected?

Amiya : That's right, I'm just like you.
There are a lot of Infected in these slums. Those kids you left behind just now... they trusted you.
Misha, you've already put them in danger.

Misha : ...Are you going to use those kids to threaten me?

Amiya : No, I wouldn't. But someone has already started doing exactly that...
We just chased off a group of thugs that was trying to threaten those kids.

Misha : ...!

Amiya : Lungmen is also currently searching for the Infected. If Lungmen found you first, it might've already been too late.
We wanted to divert the rioters from those kids by drawing their attention to you...
Looking at it from another perspective, we'd also be able to keep you safe from harm.

Misha : ...Do you know why they're after me?
What reason do you have... to do all this for me?

Amiya : We actually don't know why there are Infected targeting you...
But we do care about the safety of innocents, including you. At least, this is the best course of action for the time being. I hope that you'll be able to trust us.
Would you allow us to take you from here first?

Misha : ...
...Fine... Let's go.
After all, I don't really have a choice, do I?

Amiya : I wouldn't say that...
But at least, thank you... Miss Misha!

Operation story: 2-4

Before operation

Summary

Liskarm has her suspicions about Misha's situation, but can only follow orders for the time being.
After meeting Exusiai from Penguin Logistics, the Sankta informs them that they are in fact surrounded by the enemies.

<Background 1>

Amiya : ––That concludes the report, Madam Ch'en.

Ch'en : Copy.
The L.G.D. will secure the meeting point and wait for you to escort the target.

Amiya : Understood.
Franka, bring me the map drawn by the recon squad...
Okay, this will do.
We will leave the slums using the shortest route.
(Any other orders, Madam Ch'en?)

Ch'en : Just hurry it up. We don't have much time. Over.
Formations! Don't drag your feet!!
...

[Ch'en hangs up. ]

Amiya : ...
...Phew, she hung up...

Franka : In other words, we have to run errands for her now?

Amiya : We're the ones who found the target after all...

Liskarm : (The L.G.D. never gave us any detailed information about the target.)
We were supposed to be collaborating, but they suddenly told us that the individual we found had an important use to them.
There's a ton of critical information that we haven't been given.

Amiya : (...I'm not surprised that the L.G.D. is keeping secrets from us though.)

Liskarm : Why's that?

Franka : Aren't you supposed to be smart? What good would come out of Rhodes Island knowing too much?

Liskarm : All I know is that knowing too little is bad for the mission.
In any case, we'll have to escort Misha to the meeting point first.

Amiya : Hmm, which route to take...
We'll have to ask another favor from them.

Liskarm : Who?

Amiya : Penguin Logistics.

<Background fades out and in>

Exusiai : Yo, Rhodes Island~
Are you almost done with your mission? What'd you think about our services?

Franka : I knew it...
*sigh*...

Exusiai : Hey, don't be like that~
Did something bad happen? Or, did you meet someone you don't like?

Franka : Yeah, you.

Liskarm : There's no need for that. Without Penguin Logistics' intel, we wouldn't have been able to narrow down our search...
Nor would we have been able to get information about Lungmen's Infected population so easily.

Exusiai : Why thank you for your praise, Miss! You clearly have a discerning taste.

Amiya : Exusiai, we'll need you to find a relatively safe route for us.

Exusiai : In that case, I'll get straight to the point.
Hmm... None of these routes are particularly good.
Ah, let's go with this one! Err, look at this map here. Starting from the center of the slums, head three blocks north, then follow this road back south until you reach the exit.
This should probably be the safest route.
Even then, there are probably enough enemies along the way to throw a few karaoke parties.

Amiya : The enemy?

Liskarm : It would appear that Reunion has already infiltrated Lungmen.
Miss Exusiai, can I assume that you've already gotten a hold of the enemies' distribution?

Exusiai : Mmhm!

Liskarm : Then, what are their movements like?

Exusiai : They're coming right towards you!

Liskarm : ...

Franka : ...

Liskarm : We've been surrounded.

Amiya : Our top priority is to get Misha out safely.
Franka, I'm counting on you to stop the enemy ambush.

Franka : Easy.

Amiya : Liskarm, split the defender squad and cover both sides. You'll be in charge of protecting Misha.

Liskarm : No problem.

Exusiai : Oh right, did you know there are also some enemy casters?

Amiya : ...Nghh...
Doctor, please stay close to me.
Please continue to command the squads. I will relay your orders.
... Let's try following this safest route then.

After operation

Summary

Exusiai leads the way, scouting ahead to make sure the route is safe enough.
While waiting, Misha learns that Rhodes Island's true objective is to hand her over to the L.G.D., and believes that Amiya had lied to her.

<Background 1>

Franka : All clear!
You were right... This bunch came prepared!
You guys should pick up the pace too!

Misha : *gasp*... Just who are you people... *pant*...

Amiya : Everyone, please move faster!

Liskarm : Amiya, we're being pursued from behind.
Do we have time to counterattack?

Amiya : Not at the moment...
It's better to try to shake them off and avoid unnecessary battles...

Liskarm : Forget about the safety issue...
I need a route that can get us out of the slums to Madam Ch'en as soon as possible.
Reunion is already on our trail...
The more ground we have to cover, the more danger we'll be in!

Exusiai : That's easy to do. I have a route here that the enemy will never think of.

Liskarm : Do you already have something in mind?

Exusiai : Of course~
But I'll have to take a look myself first to see if my info is reliable or not.

Liskarm : Try to be quick about it.

Exusiai : Got it~ Anyway, I'll be right back!
If you need anything, please contact another Penguin Logistics agent!

<Background fades out and in>

Misha : ...
Can I ask... where we're going?

Amiya : We're meeting with the L.G.D.
They will protect you.

Misha : ...Huh?
...the L.G.D.?

Amiya : Our current mission is to safely escort you to the L.G.D., and they will provide you with protection.

Misha : ...
I almost believed... that you were really here to save me.

Amiya : No, we really are...
Our original plan was to ask Lungmen to entrust some of their Infected with us...
But after hearing our report, the L.G.D. suddenly asked us to transfer you to them.
Besides... in Lungmen, you'll be safest under their protection.
If we don't act now, you'll be in grave peril.
Many of the Infected that were coming after you were already wearing Reunion's badge...

Misha : I don't know anything about this "Reunion" that you're talking about, but...
But I do know the L.G.D., and I've seen how they treat the Infected. If you wanted me to capture me from the beginning, you should've just said it.

Amiya : I'm sorry... But, that's really not our intention. I know there are still some misunderstandings that have to be worked out.
But no matter how bad you think we are... Please, just bear with us a bit longer.
Your safety takes priority over how you feel.
I'll explain everything if I get the chance.
After all, there are still things that I want to know...

Misha : ...

Operation story: 2-5

Before operation

Summary

Texas, another employee of Penguin Logistics, brings information about the retreat route.
However, Reunion's behavior once again makes everyone uneasy – their leader seems to know who Misha is.

<Background 1>

Texas : ...
Rhodes Island sure is taking their time.
Oh...?

[Reunion soldiers are sighted inside the abandoned building... ]

Reunion Member : We're almost at the interception point!

Texas : Tch, finally... I just finished unpacking.
What a waste.

[...who are seemingly preparing for an ambush. ]

Reunion Member : Hurry up! Those in the back, follow more closely!

Texas : Hey, masked person over there.

Reunion Member : Who is it?!
What do you want?

Texas : All of you, come at me. I'm short on time.

<Background fades out and in>

Franka : Amiya, Texas from Penguin Logistics has returned.

Amiya : Ahh... what a relief!

Texas : I have an update here.
I just took care of some guys who called themselves "Reunion."
... But there are a lot more of them coming.
Reunion has come out of hiding and are starting to move in groups.

Amiya : It's as I feared...
Reunion has already infiltrated Lungmen through the slums...
And their target... is the same as ours.
Otherwise, there would be no reason for them to come after Rhodes Island.

Liskarm : Miss Misha is carrying secrets that only Lungmen and Reunion know.
We're caught in a disadvantageous situation.

Franka : Things aren't looking good for us right now.
I'll really have to poke that officer's pretty little face later to find out what's actually going on.

Texas : ...Anything else to add?
If not, I'll lead the way. I know exactly where to go!
Exusiai has confirmed our escape route. I'll now take you through it.

Amiya : Franka, gather all the squads. We––

Franka : We... should find cover first.
Reunion is already here.

Reunion Member : Over here! Don't let them get away!

Franka : There's nothing more annoying than when trouble keeps nipping at your tail.

Amiya : ...Something's wrong.
No...!
They... have a leader!

Franka : Ugh...

Amiya : Watch out!

Reunion Member : Skullshatterer, they're right here. Yes, that's her!
Casters, go! Tear them to shreds!

Liskarm : They mean business...
Watch out! The enemy has deployed multiple casters! Prepare appropriate countermeasures!

Amiya : What they're after is...
...Misha!

Misha : Aah... Who... are you...

Skullshatterer : ...
Finally...
I...

[Skullshatterer approaches Misha. ]

Misha : ...

Skullshatterer : I've finally... found you.

Misha : Who are you...?!

After operation

Summary

The party retreats with Misha, and Skullshatterer, the Reunion leader, does not give chase.
Elsewhere, Exusiai leads everyone to the rooftop of a building. Her chosen route is...

<Background 1>

Franka : Amiya! Hurry!

Amiya : Miss Misha! Please follow us!

Misha : ...How... can this be...

Texas : This way, hurry!

Franka : This area is clear! Be careful, they're still after us!

Misha : ...
Are they also...?

Amiya : Yes...
Reunion...
They're also... Infected.

Misha : ...
Why?
Why are the Infected fighting each other...

<Background fades out and in>

Skullshatterer : ...

Reunion Member : Skullshatterer...
You... let them go?

Skullshatterer : Don't worry...
They can't run.
But I've finally found her–– No, no...
She's finally... come to me...

Reunion Member : ...

<Background fades out and in>

Texas : We've arrived.

Franka : ...Are you serious?

Texas : That's what the markings say.

Franka : But... this route is heading up, isn't it?
How's that going to help us?

Exusiai : Amiya, Amiya! Up here, that's right, come up here!

Amiya : ––Exusiai!
Are you certain...?

Exusiai : Trust me, I wouldn't mess up~
I know Lungmen's roads like the back of my hand!

Amiya : Aha...

Texas : Let's head up.

Franka : Wouldn't that be... waiting for the enemy to surround us?

Exusiai : If you don't hurry and Reunion finds us, maybe!

Franka : Tch... Wait, you guys go first...
I'll go weld the gate's entrance so Reunion can't get in.

Amiya : There's a penguin logo on the staircase here. Is this the place?

Exusiai : Sure is. Head forward and take a left, then take the stairs up.

Amiya : That will take us inside the building...
Weren't we going to go underground?

Exusiai : No, no, I just said we were heading upstairs.

Liskarm : ...Upstairs?
Are you sure... she's trustworthy?

Texas : "As long as we get to the destination, any route can be taken." That's one of our mottos here at Penguin Logistics.
Just try our service once. You'll love it.

Liskarm : ...

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : *gasp*... *gasp*...
Sorry, Misha... I didn't know...

Misha : ...

Texas : Phew...
Hey, you.

Doctor : ...

Texas : Are you Dr {nickname} of Rhodes Island?
You don't seem to like climbing stairs.

Operation story: 2-6

Before operation

Summary

It seems that it is possible to navigate the Lungmen slums by jumping from rooftop to rooftop.
However, no plan is ever flawless, and Reunion seems to have come up with the same idea. Fighting inevitably breaks out.

Texas : Here we are.

<Background 1>

Amiya : ––?!
We have to go up to the rooftop?
...This door is locked.

Liskarm : Stand back, I'll blast it open––

Texas : ...
There's no need for that.

[Texas kicks the door open. ]

Texas : Just kick it down.

Liskarm : ...

Franka : Liskarm, you should learn from her.

Liskarm : I have my own way of doing things. Got a problem with that?!

Amiya : There's another rooftop in front of us...
I think I'm beginning to understand...

Exusiai : Amiya, over there! You'll be able to cross over from there!

Amiya : Where is "there"... Are you telling us to––
Jump from rooftop to rooftop?

Exusiai : Bingo~!
Who would ever expect this? See, this is foolproof!
You know, Lungmen is a great place with many secrets––

[Reunion soldiers with jetpacks suddenly shows up. ]

Reunion Member : You're not getting away!

Exusiai : ...Huh? What's going on? !

Amiya : ...
Exusiai, the enemy showed up unexpectedly...

Franka : I already sealed off the entrance, so how...

Amiya : Could they have come from the nearby buildings...
They seem to be wearing some rudimentary jetpack, but it's enough to get the job done.
We'd be at a disadvantage if they managed to sneak through places we aren't able to defend...

Exusiai : Tch... Hold on, I'll be there to help you shortly.

Franka : Don't take too long, my little guardian angel.

Liskarm : Defenders, get into formation! Pronto!

Texas : ...I'm going in.

Amiya : Everyone, protect our vanguard!

After operation

Summary

After breaking through Reunion's forces, Rhodes Island successfully transfers Misha to the L.G.D.
However, the high intensity movement from before seems to take an immense toll on Misha's body, and her physical condition worsens.

<Background 1>

Exusiai : ...I thought we agreed that this was going to be my grand entrance.

Texas : You're too slow.

Amiya : The important thing is that we're all safe.
We should get moving.
Let's start heading back down from this building to the east. Reunion won't know where we are.

<Background fades out and in>

Misha : Are we... safe?

Amiya : Yes... For now.
Your complexion doesn't look too good...

Misha : I'm... a little dizzy...
It's... fine.

Amiya : Miss Misha, how long have you been in Lungmen?

Misha : About... a week.

Amiya : Just one week...?

Misha : Mm... A lot of strange people appeared in the city... and then...
I'm not sure what happened... Everyone started fleeing, so I also...

Amiya : It was Reunion... Reunion attacked Chernobog.

Misha : I don't know.

Amiya : Were you... Infected before?

Misha : I... I don't know...
But these last few days, these things... began growing on my leg.
I...
...

Amiya : ...Misha? Misha?!
Medic! Where's the medic squad?!

Operation story: 2-7

Before operation

Summary

The medical team believes that Misha is suffering from an acute flare-up of Oripathy that requires immediate treatment.
However, a conflict breaks out between Reunion and ordinary Infected people.

<Background 1>

Misha : Nngh...

Exusiai : What's wrong with her...?

Amiya : It's an acute symptom of Oripathy!
But it's only been a week...!

Liskarm : There's also an acute form of Oripathy?
Franka, which type is yours?

Franka : What, are you concerned about me?

Liskarm : Amiya, if Franka passes away, I hope that Rhodes Island will cremate her.

Franka : Hey!
That's mean, Liskarm!

Liskarm : You're the one who's always talking about passing the infection on to me!

Amiya : Aha... Ahaha...!
The difference between the acute and chronic types is a rather complicated topic.
However, Misha's condition is very dangerous.
If we don't do anything, this condition will become life threatening very quickly.
All we can do is give her some emergency treatment...
But we must control Misha's symptoms as quickly as possible.
We have to make this clear to Lungmen. After this ends, we have to bring Misha with us back to Rhodes Island.
This is part of our responsibility.

Exusiai : Um...
Is she... going to explode soon?
Oww! That hurt! Why'd you hit me...

Texas : Watch your mouth.

Exusiai : Ughh...

Franka : If I'm going to explode one day, I'll make sure to crawl up to you.

Exusiai : I'm sorry! Miss Franka, please forgive me for everything I've done!

Franka : Pfft...

Liskarm : Let's transfer her to a safe place first.
By the way, we seem to have a situation behind us.

<Background fades out and in>

Infected : What are you doing?! Get out!!

Reunion Member : We're all fellow Infected here, don't make us resort to violence! Get out of our way!

Infected : You've already destroyed our home, and now you're trying to get the L.G.D. here?! Forget it!!

Infected : You little...! You ignorant fool, get out of the way!!
Argh!!
Now you've done it!

Franka : (Are we going to step in?)
(We seem to have finally lost them. But if we intervene now, we're going to be exposed.)

Liskarm : (Is this going to get in the way of our mission? If so, how serious are the consequences going to be?)

Franka : (Of course this is going to interfere, but...)
(It won't be that serious, right?)

Amiya : Let's do it, then.
Rhodes Island's unequivocal mission to save the Infected, as long as the situation permits.

Franka : Mmhm, good.
I knew following you was the right decision.

Amiya : What do you mean by that, Miss Franka?

Franka : Don't worry, don't worry! I was just complimenting you!

Liskarm : She probably thinks that she can get along well with you.

Franka : How do you know me so well?

Liskarm : Probably because you're so annoying?

Amiya : Ugh...

Franka : It's time to teach these thugs a lesson.

Amiya : Yes.
Be careful of the enemies who can jump between buildings.
In addition, make sure to protect Lungmen's Infected civilians!

Texas : That's asking for a lot.
––But, I'll handle it.

Exusiai : All right, let's go!
Dr {player_name}, make sure to lead me and Texas well!

After operation

Summary

Although they did rescue some people, the homes they destroyed could not be restored, leaving everyone at a loss.
In order to complete the agreement with Lungmen, the group needs to move on.

<Background 1>

Infected : Thank you... Thank you so much...

Amiya : It's not safe here. You should hurry and leave.

Infected : Leave...?
Where... would we go?
This was a place we could call home... But it's all ruined now...

Amiya : I'm sorry...

Infected : It's not your fault...
It's not...

<Background fades out and in>

Exusiai : I didn't expect Reunion, the self-proclaimed savior of the Infected, to attack other Infected.
Now that... is what I call bad publicity.

Texas : This Reunion infiltration did not just occur spontaneously.
I'm sure there were many Infected here who chose to follow Reunion.

Exusiai : Ugh... They'd rather trust Reunion over Rhodes Island––

Franka : Rhodes Island does not give empty promises.
There are many Infected who are willing to accept whatever Reunion offers, even if it's nothing more than an illusion.
There are few who can see through the illusion.
And among those who can, most are willing to give up everything just for that vague glimmer of hope.
Who would choose to believe our little bunny, who is too kind to deceive others?

Amiya : ...

Misha : I believe her.

Amiya : Misha...?

Misha : Nnh...

Amiya : Be careful! You can't move around yet!

Misha : I'm just a bit dizzy... Don't worry.
Is Reunion... still chasing us?
I don't know what they want from me...
But...
Let's go...
Amiya.

Amiya : ...
I understand.
Let's leave right away.
Shortly, we'll be able to exit the slums and meet up with the L.G.D.
Thank you, Misha.

Misha : No...
I... should be thanking you.

Operation story: 2-8

Before operation

Summary

Rhodes Island hands Misha over to Lungmen's custody after meeting up with Ch'en. Amiya waves goodbye to Misha, promising to meet her again.
For the time being, things seems to draw to an end.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Franka, Liskarm, be aware of our surroundings.
I'll take Misha to Madam Ch'en.

Misha : ...

Ch'en : You're late again.
Lungmen doesn't want any more security risks.

Amiya : Madam Ch'en, our escort team was attacked multiple times by Reunion.
In fact, they're still around as we speak.
It's not safe here. Please take Misha and leave as soon as possible.

Ch'en : And you're Misha?

Misha : I am...

Ch'en : From now on, you will follow the L.G.D.'s arrangements.
PC94172, you're in charge of this girl.

L.G.D. Agent : Come with me.

Misha : Amiya...

Amiya : It's fine.
...
Madam Ch'en, I don't know what Lungmen needs her for...
But I hope that you can ensure her safety.

Ch'en : We already treat the Infected very well.

Amiya : I see...
But, Misha is not in good health.
We hope that Lungmen will allow her to live in Rhodes Island after this.

Ch'en : ...I'll send an application to Chief Wei.
Lungmen will transfer her to Rhodes Island if she passes our checks with no other issues.
...That is, if there aren't any problems.
It shouldn't take long.

Amiya : Understood.
...We'll part ways for the time being, Misha.
Rhodes Island welcomes you.

Misha : ...
Amiya, while I'm gone, please protect those kids in the slums.

Amiya : Huh?
...Oh, that's right.
No problem, you have my promise!
By the way, Misha...

Misha : Hmm?

Amiya : Next time, could you teach me... how to make dolls?

Misha : ...Hehe.
Mm, sure.

<Background fades out and in>

Franka : Is our mission over now?

Texas : Rhodes Island will have their hands tied the more they get dragged into all this.

Franka : But, Lungmen is still keeping a lot of secrets from us.

Liskarm : Lungmen doesn't seem to care about us too much...
But the opposite seems to be true for Reunion.

[The L.G.D. leaves with Misha in tow. ]

Liskarm : ...
Amiya.
The enemy wants to attack the district we're staying at.

Franka : Even though I've heard about it, Lungmen's architecture sure is complex!
This entire street is actually built on rooftops...
...and that's giving our enemies a huge advantage to exploit!

Amiya : Reunion is attacking again...!
They've even chased us all the way out here?!
Why do they... want Misha so badly?

After operation

Summary

Amiya had the premonition that things would not end so easily, however.
Elsewhere, a conversation between Crownslayer and Talulah suggests that something major is about to happen.

<Background 1>

Franka : Phew...
L.G.D.'s escort team has managed to leave safely.
But... it doesn't look like our enemies have any intention on letting us go.

Amiya : As long as they don't know that Misha has left with the L.G.D., they'll continue to focus their efforts on us.
Misha will be safer this way.

Liskarm : Now that I think about it, why are both Reunion and Lungmen after this kid?

Amiya : I can't say for sure. There are a lot of possibilities.
My best guess is that either she, or something she knows, is significant enough to determine Lungmen's continued safety.

Franka : Something?

Amiya : Yes, perhaps some intel or information...
So that's why both Lungmen and Reunion are after her.

Liskarm : What a dangerous contest...

Amiya : And none of us can stay out of it, not us, Misha, or the L.G.D.

Franka : Hopefully we don't end up caught in the crossfire.
We don't know anything, but we have to take care of everything...

Amiya : I, I'm not quite sure...
But as for Madam Ch'en...
I have a hunch... that things aren't going to end so smoothly.

<Background fades out and in>

Exusiai : Amiya, is there anything left for us to do?
Should we accompany you back to Rhodes Island?

Amiya : No thank you. Nothing is holding us back in combat anymore, so we should be fine.

Texas : If that's the case, we'll head back and wait for further orders.

Amiya : No problem.
Moving forward, I hope you'll continue to keep an eye out on Reunion's movements within Lungmen.
Even though we've handed Misha over to the L.G.D., the fact that Reunion is here... still makes me uneasy.

Exusiai : Easily done~ We'll be on our way now~

Amiya : Mhm. I'll leave you to it.
Everyone, we don't know how many more Reunion members there are in hiding.
Make sure to stay prepared and alert.
Next, we'll continue to relocate our operations within these high-rises.
If necessary, we can even use the rooftops.
This way, we'll have a terrain advantage versus having to fight Reunion out in the streets.
If necessary, we'll draw them towards areas that we control!

Operators : Roger!

<Background 2>

Crownslayer : Talulah.
The preparations are complete.

<Background black>

Talulah : ...
It's time to make our move.

Crownslayer : ...

Talulah : ––Speak.

Crownslayer : There actually is a strategic purpose for us to attack Lungmen.
If we can take control of Lungmen, Reunion will have a huge advantage.
Of course, this comes with a high risk.
...Why are you preoccupied with this idea?

Talulah : ...

Talulah : Do you see that structure over there?

Crownslayer : I see it.

<Background black>

Talulah : That's the symbol of Lungmen... It's also...
...
I didn't come back here just to return everything that has been taken from the Infected.
I will also... make him pay.
Above all... Don't you think that... things are getting very interesting?
Don't you agree... Talulah?

Operation story: 2-9

Before operation

Summary

The number of Reunion members who have infiltrated Lungmen is beyond imagination, and their actions are becoming increasingly brazen.
Under Skullshatterer's command, they took the initiative to launch an attack against Rhodes Island.

<Background 1>

Liskarm : ...
Why are there so many Reunion members here?!

Reunion Member : Aaargh!

Franka : ...
Am I the only one who thinks that there are more and more of them coming?

Reunion Member : Ugh!!

Liskarm : Nope. It's clear that they have more reinforcements coming.

Amiya : Curses... We still haven't had a chance to avenge them yet...!

Liskarm : They ended up finding us first.
Franka, look.
Over by the east exit, I think those are Reunion's casters hiding over there.

Franka : A lot of them approaching from the central passage as well as from the high-rises to our sides...
...They're trying to sneak over while pretending like they haven't noticed us yet.
But, we're on top of the roof...
No matter how many they send at us, they'll be doomed if they get knocked over...
I feel like they're insulting my intelligence by launching an attack as brazen as this...

Amiya : Is Reunion launching their offensive?
All operators, regroup!

Franka : Wait, I think I just saw...
Isn't that the Reunion commander we ran into earlier?

<Background fades out and in>

Skullshatterer : ...
... Rhodes Island.
Did you turn her over to Lungmen?

Amiya : ...
(Franka, we have to hold back the Reunion forces first!)
(We'll have to make our way down once they're too afraid to keep attacking us!)
(We'll have to spread out the battlefield for now!)

Franka : (Understood. We'll be doing a hit and run then!)

Amiya : What does it have to do with you?

Skullshatterer : ...How dare you!
...
My comrades, attaaack!

After operation

Summary

Amiya decides to retreat, but Skullshatterer already had a team in place waiting for them.
Elsewhere, Ch'en informs Misha about the reason why she is sought after by both sides. As everyone knows, a crisis is looming on the horizon.

<Background 2>

Amiya : This is the last wave of pursuers!

[A Reunion soldier is struck down. ]

Reunion Member : ...Aaargh!

Liskarm : All clear!
Confirming that it's safe over here!

Franka : Where's the enemy commander?

Liskarm : ...Not with their main force.

Franka : The enemy is lurking... we're being followed and watched.
Are they trying to wear us down until they have the perfect opportunity to strike?

Amiya : Reunion is no stranger to sneak attacks.
We learned this the hard way at Chernobog.
Let's fall back quickly...

Liskarm : I can't guarantee the safety of the escape route.
We'll be in danger if they start demolishing the nearby buildings to block the road.

Amiya : Hurry, let's see what other routes we can take. The stealthier, the better!

Liskarm : Amiya, how about taking that staircase to our 4 o'clock down?

Franka : That's a difficult route.

Reunion Member : Aaargh! Rhodes Island!

Amiya : It's an ambush! Watch out!

[The Reunion soldiers under Skullshatterer's command pursues the R.I.. ]

Skullshatterer : Continue the chase.
Don't give them any room to breathe.

<Background fades out and in>

Misha : Madam...
There are some Infected kids... still in the slums.
If possible...
I hope that you can take care of them...

Ch'en : Our duty is to protect Lungmen.
The Infected are not considered citizens of Lungmen.

Misha : ...

Ch'en : ...
However, citizens or not, the Infected still belong to Lungmen.
I have no obligation to promise you anything, but I will perform my duty.
After all...

Misha : They said they used to...

Ch'en : It's something we've always been doing.

Misha : ...
Thank you...

Ch'en : ...
Do you know why we've been searching for you?

Misha : ...I'm not sure.
I can't think of any reason why you'd want me.
But I have a feeling...
That this isn't about me...
...It's about my parents.

Ch'en : ...Yes.
Your father was the most famous scientist in Chernobog.
As well as one of the most important political figures there.
Perhaps, there's something you might know...
...
But even if that isn't the case...
We cannot allow you to fall into Reunion's hands.

<Background black>

W : Hehe. I've found you, L.G.D.
Don't take this personally...
But I have a very interesting plot in my hands.
To make things more entertaining, I'll need you all to participate.
Now, let us begin.

Operation story: 2-10

Before operation

Summary

As Skullshatterer closes in on them, Rhodes Island is gradually forced into a dead end.
In response to Skullshatterer's hateful accusations and questioning, Amiya gives a resounding response, signalling yet another imminent battle.

<Background 1>

Franka : Liskarm Are you able to hold the line?

Liskarm : I'm fine over here!
Franka, watch out for an enemy flank!

Franka : There's no end to them...!

Reunion Member : You don't have a chance of breaking through our defenses!
I'm going to smash you...

[Franka strikes the Reunion soldier with her thermite rapier. ]

Reunion Member : Guh?!
A-aaaagh!
Wh-what is that?!

Franka : It's a thermite blade.
Does slicing count as breaking as well?
What a pain...
Medic! There's someone injured here!
Be careful when transporting them!

Medic : I got it!

Franka : Amiya!
How's the situation over there?

Liskarm : I think we have a little issue here.

Amiya : Franka...
The enemy leader... just showed up in front of me and Liskarm!

Skullshatterer : ...

[Skullshatterer tries to break through. ]

Skullshatterer : Where else do you plan on hiding?
You can't escape us, Rhodes Island.
I'll grind you to dust...
...not even your bones will remain.
You traitors... have turned your backs on the Infected!

[Skullshatter fires a shot from his grenade launchers. ]

Franka : Oh~ This one's finally decided to show up.
Doesn't sound too impressive, though.

Liskarm : Amiya, seems like we––

Franka : Ack, it's a dead end!
Did I run too far ahead?!

Liskarm : Franka's also having some problems...
Reunion has us cornered.

Amiya : ...

Liskarm : We'll have to fight.
I feel that... we more than match up against them.
We just have to get a bit more serious...

Franka : Liskarm, you just don't understand.
Whatever level of power we choose to display, we can't let the L.G.D. feel threatened.

Liskarm : But we can't just sit here and let them run over us!
Defenders, hold your ground!

Skullshatterer : A leader of Rhodes Island, eh...
You're an Infected, but you still assist Lungmen in their slaughter of other Infected!
You have blood of so many of my comrades on your hands!

[Skullshatterer fires his grenade launchers. ]

Skullshatterer : Stand and face me!

Amiya : ...
Reunion...
You were the ones who started the hatred, the pain, and the violence...
You were the ones who started all this in Chernobog!!

After operation

Summary

Reunion retreats, but not for any reason pertaining to their combat ability.
On another front, Ch'en is informed that all reinforcements have been cut off by just a single enemy.

<Background 1>

Skullshatterer : Nngh...

Amiya : Ugh... Gahh...

Reunion Member : Aaah-!
Skullshatterer, are you okay?!

Skullshatterer : Tch... What a troublesome bunch!

Reunion Member : Skullshatterer, W just said that she's all finished on her end!
She's successfully retrieved the target.

Skullshatterer : W... she won?

Reunion Member : That's right, her assault went very smoothly!
Should we also retreat?

Skullshatterer : ...
Send a signal to Talulah.

Reunion Member : Roger!

[The Reunion solder launches a signal flare at the sky. ]

Skullshatterer : ...We're pulling back.
Hmph. Rhodes Island cowards...
The next time we meet... will be at your execution.

[Skullshatterer and his Reunion fighters withdraw. ]

Amiya : Reunion... is retreating?

Franka : They're retreating very rapidly. Something must have changed with their plans.
Despite all that talk, they sure know how to run away.

Amiya : ...
Something... doesn't feel right.

Liskarm : Are you saying...

Doctor : We weren't their objective in the first place...

Amiya : ...!
That they were only here to stall us...?
If that's the case...
Oh no, the L.G.D. is in trouble!
...We have to help Madam Ch'en right now!
Franka, call the recon squad back immediately!
Liskarm, try to get in touch with Madam Ch'en!

<Background fades out and in>

Ch'en : Where's the Special Operations Division? Their reinforcements are supposed to be here by now!

L.G.D. Agent : We were just notified that they've been stalled by Reunion...!

Ch'en : How's that possible? Reunion is nothing more than a gang of unruly thugs!

<Background black>

L.G.D. Agent : ...And they were only facing... a single enemy...

Ch'en : ...

Ch'en : Unless...

Operation story: 3-1

Before operation

Summary

After regrouping, Amiya learns that Misha has been kidnapped by W. Amiya presses Ch'en for the truth, and the latter finally reveals Misha's secret.
This time, the L.G.D. decides to join forces with Rhodes Island.

<Background 1>

Ch'en : Looks like you had a rough time as well.

Amiya : Madam Ch'en, what happened here?.

Ch'en : We were ambushed by Reunion.
We were caught in a withering assault with no reinforcements. They easily routed our forces.

Amiya : And Misha...?

Ch'en : She was taken away by a woman dressed in red.
I really should have...

Amiya : ...?

Ch'en : Nevermind.

Amiya : ...
Madam Ch'en, why is Misha so special?
If you keep hiding things from us, it's only going to be harder and harder for us to continue working together.

Ch'en : I have no obligation to tell you.

Amiya : But Rhodes Island has an obligation to understand the objectives and prepare our strategies accordingly.
Naturally, we'll continue to follow the L.G.D.'s instructions during our operations...
However, when it comes to using the Infected to fight other Infected, we need all the information we can get.
While you may have that information, you don't have the means of using it effectively to reduce your losses.
On the other hand, we have the ability to stop Reunion, but we don't know what they're after.

Ch'en : ...
You sounded a bit like that doctor just now.

Amiya : Is, is that so...
I think...
This is something that is equally important to both of us.

Ch'en : I see.

Amiya : If it's because you need to ask for permission from Chief Wei...

Ch'en : When we investigated Misha, the most prominent bit of information was that her father was one of Chernobog's most influential people.

Amiya : Misha's father?

Ch'en : Naturally, we don't know how much Misha knows about Chernobog.
She could know nothing, or she could know everything.
Nobody knows...
...except her.
We also have no idea what kind of information she might have.
Since you predicted that Lungmen would be Reunion's next target...
It's obvious that we have to prevent Reunion from using Chernobog.
That's why we can't allow them to have Misha.
We were aware of the fact that someone who fit her descriptions had taken refuge in Lungmen...
But until you actually found her, we weren't able to verify if that intel was accurate.

Amiya : If that's the case, we can't waste any more time.
We have to stop Reunion and rescue Misha before they're able to take her back to Chernobog!
Rhodes Island, prepare to move out!

Ch'en : It was L.G.D.'s responsibility to track her down.
...and letting Reunion capture her was a dereliction of our duties.
Rather than launching a joint operation, we'll need Rhodes Island to eliminate other threats from Reunion.
This is an order.

Amiya : ...Understood.

Ch'en : Don't let me down.

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : N-no! D-don't beat me...

Ch'en : You should've thought twice before entering Lungmen!

Reunion Member : Aaaagh!

Ch'en : Lock them all up!
They're not with this group of Infected. Curses...
Not with this group either... Damn it all...

L.G.D. Agent : They... retreated way too quickly...

Ch'en : It seems that Reunion also has its own hierarchy.
They just left the riffraff behind to buy them more time.
To think that a single person could delay our reinforcements...
Just who are they...

L.G.D. Agent : Madam! We found some Reunion stragglers over there!

Ch'en : Follow me!

L.G.D. Agent : ...!
Be careful, Madam Ch'en!
It's an ambush!

Reunion Member : G-go to hell!

Ch'en : Don't get in my way––!

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Ch'en, we're still on Lungmen soil!
The nearby facilities can still be used, so please try not to cause too much damage!

Ch'en : Shut up already!

L.G.D. Agent : At least, don't cut these buildings to pieces!

[Ch'en attacks the Reunion soldiers. ]

Reunion Member : Th-this woman...
She's so hard to deal with!

Ch'en : ...Hard to deal with?
Foolish Infected...
...
Did you think we'd allow you filth to treat Lungmen like your personal latrine?!
L.G.D., attack!

After operation

Summary

Reunion's infiltration into Lungmen is unpredictable and unpreventable, but everyone is clear that the primary objective is to bring Misha back.
Rhodes Island leads the charge, Penguin Logistics backs them up, and the L.G.D. make up the main force. The battle lines are drawn, and the operation officially begins.

<Background 1>

L.G.D. Agent : Madam...

Ch'en : Speak.

L.G.D. Agent : Most of Reunion's forces have retreated already.

Amiya : Madam Ch'en, we're also done here.

Ch'en : Tsk...
About those Reunion suspects that we rounded up a few days ago...
Have we been able to get any information out of them?

Reunion Suspect : ...

L.G.D. Agent : Does this crossbow look familiar to you?

Reunion Suspect : ...

L.G.D. Agent : You're able to draw it, aren't you?
What's the structure of the ammunition? How does it work?
What were you doing in the slums?
What were you doing in Lungmen?

Reunion Suspect : ...

<Background 1>

L.G.D. Agent : ...Nothing.
They won't say a word.
Or perhaps... they just don't know anything.
Like the other Reunion members we defeated, they're probably nothing more than obedient puppets.

Ch'en : ...Make them speak.
Use any methods necessary.
I want to know about their squads, their leadership, their strategies, where they're from, and what they plan to do...
Get everything out of them that you can.
I want everything I can get.
Report back to me right away, no matter how insignificant it might seem.

L.G.D. Agent : Roger!

Amiya : Has the L.G.D. ever arrested Reunion members before?

Ch'en : We can't say for sure.
In the end, it's just speculation.
Get me in touch with Hoshiguma!
How's the Special Operations Division faring?
Are they still being overwhelmed by a single Infected?

L.G.D. Agent : Reunion seems to have pulled back on their end as well.
Inspector Hoshiguma is worried about a possible trap and is trying to rule out all risks...

Ch'en : Hmph... Just a single person...
Who the hell do they think they are, coming and going like that?!
...
You should already know what your next mission is going to be, Amiya.

Amiya : We're going to get Misha back?

Ch'en : Correct.
This will be the joint operation.
The L.G.D. will take the lead, while Rhodes Island will be in charge of recon and the assault.
Your mission is complete as long as you can stall Reunion's retreat.

Amiya : Understood.

<Background fades out and in>

Franka : If we're looking for the enemy... won't we also risk being discovered?

Amiya : Right now, we also don't have enough support for our recon squad...

Franka : We can't do this on our own.

Amiya : We should leave this to the professionals.
Franka, help me get in touch with Penguin Logistics.
We're going to need another favor from Exusiai and Texas.

Operation story: 3-2

Before operation

Summary

Hoshiguma from the Special Ops Team of the L.G.D. joins up with the party.
The chivalrous Hoshiguma offered candid praise for Rhodes Island before charging into battle.

<Background 1>

Ch'en : It's about time you showed up, Hoshiguma.

Hoshiguma : Apologies. We were delayed for a long time.

Ch'en : Any injuries?

Hoshiguma : No.
However, we were shocked by how strong that Infected was.
The Special Ops Division had already committed a lot of members to reinforcing Lungmen's defense.
I had to take the rest of the available members with me.

Ch'en : ...Was your entire squad really held up by a single enemy?

Hoshiguma : I didn't believe it either until I saw her with my own eyes.
That person... truly was that strong.
On top of that, she seemed a bit... absent-minded?
Anyway, about these people standing next to you...
Are they Rhodes Island?

Amiya : Madam Ch'en, is she...

Ch'en : Hoshiguma, an elite from the Special Operations Division.

Hoshiguma : So you're the Rhodes Island I've been hearing so much about?
Hmm, such a young kid. Are you also with Rhodes Island?

Ch'en : She's their leader.

Amiya : Um, Madam Ch'en...

Hoshiguma : Woah...
Anyway, let's cut the small talk.
Any ideas about what we do now?

Amiya : Two of our special agents have located the kidnappers' location.
They're tracking Reunion as we speak, and can provide us with directions.

Hoshiguma : Not bad.
Ch'en, I can see why they've earned your praise.
These people take their work seriously.

Amiya : Madam Ch'en... praised us?

Ch'en : Hmph.
Hoshiguma, gather all our squads. It's time to move out.
Lead the way, Rhodes Island.

Amiya : Understood. As expected, Reunion left behind some scattered forces.
They'll be lying in ambush on our route...

Hoshiguma : Not a problem.

Amiya : Yes, as long as we move cautiously, we'll be able to take the initiative against them.

Hoshiguma : All right!
Let me see how well you fight, Rhodes Island!

After operation

Summary

Misha and Skullshatterer finally meet again, but nothing is as it used to be.
Skullshatterer's hateful accusations leave Misha feeling a sense of unfamiliarity towards the person she once knew, but she can't help but to feel a thread of empathy.

<Background 2>

Reunion Member : So, you must be Misha?

Misha : ...

Reunion Member : Hello.

Misha : ...?

Reunion Member : I've heard a lot about you from Skullshatterer. Now, I finally get to meet you.

Misha : Are you also... Infected...?

Reunion Member : Yes, I am.

Misha : Why did you... join Reunion?

Reunion Member : Why?
...
My wife, my child... they were all killed by the Chernobogians. Under Ursus, the Infected were treated worse than livestock.
The destruction of Chernobog...? No, no. That is far too light of a punishment...
Do you know how much blood is on their hands?!
Misha... We've been feared, exploited, humiliated, and persecuted...
Just because of the fact that we're Infected.
Not for any other reason.

Misha : ...

Reunion Member : S-sorry, I got a bit heated. Forget what I said.

Misha : ...

Skullshatterer : Ivan, come help tend to the injured.

Reunion Member : Coming.

Skullshatterer : We're only using this abandoned mine as a temporary base until we can reorganize and regroup.
Once the time is right, we'll make our way back to Chernobog.

Misha : ...
...Al––

Skullshatterer : No...
I threw away that name long ago.

Misha : Why...?

Skullshatterer : That person already died.
Just call me Skullshatterer.
Are you... afraid?

Misha : Skull...shatterer? ...Why?

Skullshatterer : Ah... You'll soon understand.
After we learned that you ended up as a refugee in Lungmen, everyone volunteered to go rescue you.
We've also accepted many new members there.

Misha : But... you're hurting people.
I don't want to... do that...
Why are the Infected fighting each other...

Skullshatterer : An eye for an eye, as things should be.
There is a saying in Ursus. "Welcome your kin as you would welcome the warm spring..."
"But welcome your enemies..."
... ... ...

Misha : What's wrong?

Skullshatterer : ...Do you know?
No... No, you don't.

<Background black>

Skullshatterer : When they came for me, they dragged me out of my house...

Misha : What's wrong?

Skullshatterer : I saw my mother. She grabbed my hand...
You saw it too.

Misha : ...No...

Skullshatterer : You must have––
They beat her mercilessly, but she wouldn't let go of me...
She left a trail of blood in the snow as they dragged her away.
If Reunion had... If the Infected could have... If only––!
If they came sooner, none of this would have happened!
We would not have had to suffer so much!

<Background 2>

Misha : I... I wasn't brave enough to...
I... Aaaahh...

Skullshatterer : Misha...
It'll be fine... It'll all be fine in the end.
I don't blame you.
Back then... who would've been brave enough?
But now, Reunion has given me that bravery.

Misha : Al––
Skullshatterer...

Skullshatterer : Whether or not you trust us is up to you.
Even if you trust us, whether or not you join us is also up to you.
But you are an Infected.
Reunion... will definitely fight to the bitter end so that the Infected can be free.

Misha : But... you destroyed Chernobog.
Along with countless innocents––

Skullshatterer : ...Innocents?
Hah. Who's innocent?
When Chernobog implemented the quarantine, did any of them speak out against it?
When Ursus sent us to die in the mines and the frozen wastelands, did any of them do anything about it?
Did any of them ever stand up for us?!

Misha : I don't know...

Skullshatterer : ...Reunion has two leaders who fought for Ursus for a long time.
They said that there were some in Ursus who stood against the government for the sake of the Infected.
But they weren't in Chernobog.
Chernobog coldly turned a blind eye toward us as we died...
No, they laughed as they watched us die!!

Misha : ...

Skullshatterer : Chernobog... deserved to be destroyed!!

Misha : I met other people who were helping the Infected... They...

Skullshatterer : Rhodes Island?
Despite being Infected, they helped Lungmen and harmed us, didn't they?

Misha : ...

Skullshatterer : They slew our comrades and decimated our brethren, didn't they?

Misha : No...

Skullshatterer : You couldn't see the truth. But it should be clear to you now...
...
...Sorry, I let my anger take over.

Misha : It's fine... I...
I understand how you feel...
You must have been suffering so much... all this time...

Skullshatterer : Everyone has been through a lot.
But right now, at least we have hope.
Talulah... She is the one who took charge of the Infected and led the fight against the cruelty of this world.
Reunion is the only hope we have.

Misha : I see... You've all suffered so much...
If Reunion can really protect them all...

Skullshatterer : Of course.
Just like how Reunion will protect everyone... I will protect you.
I won't let anyone hurt you anymore.

Misha : ...

<Background fades out and in>

Exusiai : Ooh, I found 'em––!
Looks like they sustained some pretty serious losses.
Luckily, I didn't head back to the company headquarters... Otherwise, I would've needed to make a long detour for this mission...

Texas : Try to predict their escape routes.
Send all likely routes along with their bearings to Amiya.

Exusiai : I'll be done in a sec!

Texas : Hmph.
We can't give Reunion time to regroup.

Exusiai : Hmmm, let's see... over here... like this... and that should do it!

Texas : Are you done, Exusiai?

Exusiai : What do you need? How are we going to do this?

Texas : Let's have a little warm-up first.
Start with their sentries.

Operation story: 3-3

Before operation

Summary

The duo of Exusiai and Texas create chaos within the enemy ranks, drawing most of the enemy's attention to themselves.
Elsewhere, Rhodes Island's team finally arrives and prepares to head into battle—

<Background 1>

[Texas attacks the Reunion soldiers. ]

Reunion Member : Curses...!
There are only two enemies! Get in there already!
What are you so scared of?!

[A soldier is struck down. ]

Reunion Member : We've already lost over twenty soldiers!
Those two devils are no ordinary people...!

Exusiai : Watch your right!

Texas : Give me a hand.

Reunion Member : Keep pressuring her! I'll finish her off!

Texas : I don't have time to deal with that guy rushing at me.

Exusiai : You owe me a drink next time, all right?

Texas : Sure, now hurry it up.

Exusiai : All right!
Hey, Mister Reunion guy?

Reunion Member : Huh?

Exusiai : This bullet is my gift to you. Make sure to accept it with gratitude~

Reunion Member : Bullet? What the...

[Exusiai opens fire at the soldier. ]

Reunion Member : Guh... Ughh...

Exusiai : Heh, took care of him for you~

Texas : Thank you very much.

<Background black>

Reunion Member : Y-you monster!
Her... her sword...
Aaaaahh! I'm sorry!!

Texas : ––Usually, I prefer to use two.

[Texas slashes the Reunion soldier with her swords. ]

Reunion Member : Gaah! Aaagh!!

<Background 1>

Exusiai : That's the rest of them.
We were totally in sync back there!

Texas : ...Guess so.

Reunion Member : Get back here!

Texas : Here comes their main force.
Looks like we made a bit too much noise and drew their attention.

Reunion Member : Aaaaaah!!! You...!!
How can this be... What have you done?!

Exusiai : Ah, don't take this personally.
But, we're on a contract, you know?
When you're in a logistics business, there's nothing more important than fulfilling your contracts!

Texas : On your left.

[Texas struck down a Reunion soldier who attacks Exusiai from her blind spot. ]

Exusiai : Huh?
Wha– huh?
Th-thanks.

<Background fades out>

Texas : Please cover my right then.
Start running. We need to move.

[Exusiai provides covering fire for Texas as they withdraw. ]

<Background fades in>

Amiya : Exusiai, we're currently approaching your position!

Exusiai : We've drawn the full attention of the enemy. The rest is up to you!

Amiya : Stay safe, you two!

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Franka, have you arrived at the destination yet?

Franka : All good here.

Liskarm : Liskarm and the other defenders are already in position.

Amiya : Everyone, please be on your guard. The enemy snipers may be using the landscape to conceal themselves.
Make sure to mind your own positioning, and prioritize targeting the enemy snipers.
Next... we'll prepare our assault.
...But don't overdo it, we can't put our target in danger.

After operation

Summary

Rhodes Island's attack forces Skullshatterer into action. Faced with Misha's apprehension, he gives his denial without hesitation.
Even W offers a plan of her own.

<Background 1>

Skullshatterer : Look.

Misha : Hmm...

Skullshatterer : This is the trigger.
Just load the ammo like this...
Aim at the enemy, and pull the trigger.
This will launch the bullet...
Then concentrate, and grip the handle.
Concentrate... and channel your Arts.
This will cause the bullet to detonate.

Misha : I don't know if I can...

Skullshatterer : I know you can do this.
We have a lot in common. I can feel it within you.
Just picture it in your mind...
Here, hold on to this Originium shard.

Misha : Nnh...

Skullshatterer : Concentrate.

Misha : ...
My palm feels... hot.

Skullshatterer : That's right!
I knew it, I knew it...
Yes, Misha, you really are... Haha, ahaha...
You really are my...

Reunion Member : ...We have to go! Skullshatterer, hurry!
We can't hold this base anymore!

Skullshatterer : What happened?!

Reunion Member : Rhodes Island is attacking! We're being rushed!

Skullshatterer : ...
Those bastards...
Don't panic. Regroup and prepare our counterattack!

Misha : Skullshatterer...
I'm sure... Rhodes Island will...

Skullshatterer : Will what? You want me to have a chat with Rhodes Island?

Misha : They, they're surely trying to help the Infected.

Skullshatterer : They killed so many of my comrades...
You're really asking me to talk to them?
All my comrades... they were Infected too!
Rhodes Island, those self-proclaimed saviors of the Infected... what did they do to help my comrades?
What did they say to you to blind you?!

Misha : I don't know...

Skullshatterer : Sorry...
I'm getting too emotional.
But one thing is certain...
Reunion has finally provided a sliver of hope to the Infected after all this time...
But Rhodes Island, despite being Infected, chose to hurt us, to slaughter us!
What are they but traitors?!
What is there to discuss with traitors?!

Misha : Are the Infected doomed to always kill each other then?

Skullshatterer : Then, what am I supposed to do...
Should I just stand by and watch my comrades die?

Misha : ...

Skullshatterer : Don't worry.
We'll protect you.
You'll also have to protect yourself though...
Don't get pulled into the fighting.
Please be careful...

Misha : Promise... you'll come back...
Just when I finally found you again...

<Background fades out>

Skullshatterer : Yeah. I'll come back for you.
Then, we'll go home together...

Misha : ...Mhm.

<Background fades in>

W : Hey there.
So, you need my help after all?

Skullshatterer : That's right.
Actually... the situation is a bit different from what Talulah told us.
The enemy is more powerful than we expected.
That's why... you have to protect Misha.

W : I don't think I'm obligated to do that.

Skullshatterer : You are.

W : Fine, fine.
However, it's not enough to just protect Misha, is it?
If you fail, they'll still catch up to us.

Skullshatterer : ...
What do you have in mind?

W : Skullshatterer, don't you remember what I told you before?

Skullshatterer : ...I do.
We can turn the tables if we take out that target.
Dr. {player_name}...

W : See, you were paying attention. All we have to do is take out their commander. Easy, right?
The hooded person who's always next to that bunny girl.
The person who leads Rhodes Island's combat operations.
If you can kill that one... Bang!
Just like that, their brain will be gone.
Everything will be so easy after that~
We don't have many troops left, and we're running out of options.
There's a location near the front of the mines that will be great for setting up our ambush.
My casters will provide cover for you... You know what to do, don't you?
I'll use my troops to draw them here.
Don't miss this opportunity~

Skullshatterer : I understand.
...Take care of Misha for me.

W : Sure thing~
Hmph... Anyways, good luck.

Operation story: 3-4

Before operation

Summary

Franka easily sees through the ambush that Reunion is planning, and Rhodes Island decides to press forward and seize victory.

<Background 1>

Exusiai : So, what do you think about Penguin Logistics, Amiya? We're pretty good, aren't we?

Amiya : Yeah, you're great!

Exusiai : W-woaaah!
It feels pretty embarrassing getting complimented by a little girl!

Texas : Watch your mouth. She's our client.

Exusiai : Oops, sorry about that!

Amiya : Don't worry about it. It's you who we should be thanking!

Texas : So, we've met up with Rhodes Island.
What's next?

Amiya : I might need the L.G.D. to come to a decision before I give my input.

Texas : Is that so...
I'll ask them to come take a look over here then.

<Background black>

Hoshiguma : This terrain...
Reunion must have lured us here on purpose.

<Background 1>

Franka : Nothing but sand and rocks in this wasteland. It's got all the makings of one of those movie showdowns.
The only thing that's missing is the enemy, huh?

Ch'en : Hoshiguma, stay here and back up Rhodes Island.

Hoshiguma : Hm? Very well.

Ch'en : I'll take the L.G.D. and change positions.
If this stalemate continues, we won't be able to control Reunion's escape routes.

Hoshiguma : Understood.
You take care as well.

Exusiai : ––Wooah, that was a really strong wind.
Ugh... The visibility's getting really poor too, I can barely see ahead of me...

Franka : Don't go any farther.

Liskarm : Reunion might wait for us to fall into their trap before they attack again.
We can't let that happen.

Franka : How about this, Amiya.
Liskarm and I will fight for control over the high ground around here and scout out the enemy.
Until we notify you, stay in this position.
Just don't rush out to us even if it looks like the fighting is getting intense, Amiya.

Amiya : I know. I'll make my own judgment call.

Franka : Doctor, you keep an eye on her too!

Liskarm : We'll be in touch.

<Background fades out and in>

Franka : The ruins are empty. The high ground is currently undefended.
That's curious, does Reunion not have any commanders?

Amiya : Franka, is something wrong?

Franka : This place was supposed to be easy to defend but hard to attack.
There's no way that Reunion hasn't set up an ambush...

Reunion Member : Die, traitors!

Franka : Tch... No sense of honor.

Amiya : ...Franka!! Behind you!!
I see Reunion forces coming up from the nearby ruins!

[Franka slashes at the Reunion ambushers with her sword. ]

Reunion Member : *cough*... I couldn't see...her sword?!
How... is that possible...

Franka : Haha!
Did you really think you could ambush us from there?
Don't you think you're underestimating me?

Reunion Member : ...Blacksteel...!
Fall back! Hurry!

[The Reunion ambushers flee. ]

Franka : I really thought there'd be more Reunion goons up here. I was even walking on tiptoes.
Turns out it's just a bunch of cowards. How disappointing.

Liskarm : You're going to get disappointed over that?!
More importantly, we have to go after them! Don't let them get away so easily!
Amiya, what do you think?

Amiya : I think... it's best not to risk it!
Let's let Penguin Logistics stabilize the situation before we decide on the next thing to do.
Exusiai, can you prioritize securing the high ground?

Exusiai : Sure thing! I'm on my way!

Amiya : Good, continue pressuring the enemy. Don't let Reunion stage a counterattack!

Texas : ...
Reunion is trying to regroup after retreating a bit.
They're... bringing something out!

Amiya : ...
Watch out.
That thing...
is no ordinary thug!
I never expected Reunion to be working with...

Franka : Could that be...

Liskarm : Working with who?
...
You're right, this Reunion soldier does look different...

Amiya : Could it be...
(Liskarm, we're currently working with the L.G.D.... It's probably not the best time to be talking about sensitive topics!)

Liskarm : (Ah, understood.)

Amiya : (I'll tell you my theory next time!)

Texas : *yawns*...

Amiya : Everyone, please get ready!
This... might be a very difficult battle!

After operation

Summary

However, the ambush was intended to be a distraction, and everything was to set the stage for a single lethal blow against the Doctor.
Even though the first hit is blocked, the second flies towards the Doctor, about to find its mark—

<Background 1>

Liskarm : ...
What the hell...
All that, for only a single Reunion squad...

Franka : And a really big guy.
Now that was the highlight. I'm totally exhausted just from dealing with him!

Hoshiguma : Impossible.
How could so many Infected vanish so quickly?
Was that giant guy just a diversion?

Amiya : ...
Did Reunion manage to completely evacuate this area in such a short period of time?
No... Madam Ch'en should have blocked off their escape route...

Franka : I'm not seeing their designated waypoint.
Something... isn't right about this.
Weeds, ruins, sand dunes...
All of which are potential spots for an ambush...
But, I'm not seeing anything.
No footsteps, no sounds of clothing brushing against plants, no spell of explosives...
I can't tell what's going on!
Penguin Logistics, wake up and do your job!
This isn't right at all!

<Background black>

Hoshiguma : Hush!
What's that sound...?

[Footsteps can be heard. ]

Exusiai : ... ... ... Huh?
It's from... underground?!!
Amiya! The noise is coming from underground!

[Someone opens fire from the underground... ]

Amiya : !!!!

[...which causes an explosion as the attacker follows up with another shot. ]

Hoshiguma : Doctor!! Get down, now!!!
These guys... will really stop at nothing!

[The attacker is revealed to be Skullshatterer, who strikes at the Doctor with his blades, only to be blocked by Hoshiguma with her shield Hannya. ]

Skullshatterer : ...?!
How... did you block that?

Hoshiguma : My "Hannya" is not something you can penetrate.

Skullshatterer : We'll see... about that...

[Skullshatterer fires a shot from his grenade launcher, causing an explosion which disorients the R.I.-L.G.D. operatives. ]

Franka : ...!
The temperature is rising sharply!!
Is he trying to detonate his staff?
Doctor! Run away! At that distance, you'll––

Hoshiguma : You'll–––

Skullshatterer : It's over!

[A tense heartbeat sound is heard... ]

Amiya : No... Noooo–––!
You can't–––––
I won't let you hurt Doctor––––––!!

[...and a strong killing intent can be felt. ]

Amiya : ...!

[Amiya unleashes her Arts at Skullshatterer... ]

[...impaling him with a black blade that fatally wounds him. ]

Skullshatterer : *cough* *cough*...

Amiya : ...!

Skullshatterer : You are powerful...
But... look at you...
You're so strong.
*cough*... It hurts...
Even though you have this kind of power...
You still... in cold blood... watch your fellow Infected...
I can't... forgive...
I can't forgive those like you...
Ugh...

<Background 2>

Misha : ... ...
No... Don't...!

Operation story: 3-5

Before operation

Summary

Amiya lashes out violently, and in a flash of sparks and flame, Skullshatterer falls to the ground.
Reunion rushes back, disregarding everything to bring back Skullshatterer's body.

<Background black>

Amiya : Dr {nickname}...
I... I didn't mean to... I...

<Background 1>

Hoshiguma : The fog has dispersed.
We've received communications from the L.G.D. They found more Reunion movements.
They're currently tracking down one enemy, described as female with white hair––

Amiya : ...

Hoshiguma : Amiya, Ch'en told me that she wanted you to...
...
...You don't look so good.

Doctor : Let me handle it.

Hoshiguma : Well...
I'll leave her to you, Dr {nickname}.
It'd be ideal to leave within 5 minutes.

[Hoshiguma leaves. ]

Amiya : ...
Dr {nickname}...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Are you scared?

Amiya : Huh...? I...
Doctor... it's not like I'm afraid or anything...
Of course, I'm afraid... of losing you again... That's why...
I just... didn't mean to...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...Do you not like this power you have?

Amiya : I... I just don't know...
I don't know if I should be saying this, but...
It shouldn't... only be hurting other people.
I don't want you to see me like this, up close...
...I took someone's life.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Amiya, it's not your fault.

Amiya : I feel no regret.
No, what I mean is...
I will always use my power for your sake. No matter what kind of burden he was carrying, I don't regret killing him.
But... there should have been a better way.
He died because... I wasn't able to find it.
And that... is eating me up inside.
I don't want...
I don't want you to see this side of me, {nickname}.
Even though I've always talked about freeing the Infected from pain and suffering...
But when matters the most, I have to persuade myself, again and again, that it's justified to take the life of another Infected.
I am truly pathetic.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : Amiya, at least you protected me.

Amiya : ...
...This was my duty.
I understand.
I never believed that anything was already determined by fate.
But, no matter what happens... no matter what I become...
I'll always protect you, Doctor.
I promise.

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : No!
You all go first!
I need to... I need to bring Skullshatterer back!

Reunion Member : Are you insane?
That's suicide... If you're going, we're all going together!

Reunion Member : All right!
I can't leave him alone out there...

Reunion Member : Let's go then!

<Background fades out and in>

Hoshiguma : Why...
Why is Reunion... turning back around?
What are they doing...?!

Amiya : Madam Hoshiguma! Fall back!

Hoshiguma : L.G.D., don't panic!
Prepare for enemy attack!

[Hoshiguma withstand the attacks from Reunion soldiers with her shield Hannya. ]

Reunion Member : Cover! Cover me!
That woman...
It's impossible... We can't get past her shield!
Quick! Wrap around, before they have a chance to react...
We have to get to Skullshatterer... and bring him...
And bring him home!!

Hoshiguma : Rhodes Island! They're changing their target, watch out!

Amiya : Oh no!
Madam Hoshiguma! Watch your right!

Hoshiguma : Huh...?

[A grenade explodes close to Hoshiguma, but she managed to guard herself with Hannya. ]

W : Hehe, you managed to block that? That's a bit interesting...

Hoshiguma : An explosion? Another Reunion ambush?!

W : Not just that, of course~
I'd like you to behave yourself and stay put right here. Don't think about turning back, all right?

[W throws another grenade at Hoshiguma. ]

Hoshiguma : Tsk... Where the hell did you come from?!
Again with those explosives...!
Amiya! I'm getting bombarded by Reunion!
Their forces are currently headed your way!

W : Hmm, that shield of yours is pretty sturdy.
Seems like I've gotten myself into a bit of trouble...
Whatever, I'll just treat it like I'm doing Reunion a little favor.
Show me something entertaining. Make sure you don't let me down~

Amiya : That's the "W" person who we saw at Chernobog!
Could she... have managed to shake off Madam Ch'en?!
Be careful of the enemy assault! We've got to help Madam Hoshiguma right away!
There are many more enemies hiding nearby!
We won't be able to get the upper hand unless we reveal them!
Doctor! Please lead our squads and hold off the enemy assault!

After operation

Summary

W is surrounded by Rhodes Island, but her role is simply to hand a mobile phone to Amiya.
The voice on the other side of the line belongs to Misha, but this time, her voice is clear and decisive.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Fall back! Everyone, regroup!
Let them go!
The enemy is going to cut off our squads at this rate!
We can't afford to let that happen, in case more reinforcements show up...
These Reunion forces... are not targeting us!
Our top priority is to keep our operators safe!
Snipers, stop attacking the fleeing Reunion forces!
Focus on helping Madam Hoshiguma first!

Hoshiguma : So annoying!

W : Not bad, not bad. You actually managed to soak up all my attacks~
But, how much more can you take?

Hoshiguma : That depends on how long you can survive!
–––Ch'en! Hurry up!

Ch'en : Surround that woman!

W : Ohhh, did L.G.D. come to play?

Ch'en : Lower your weapons!

W : We meet again, Madam~

Ch'en : You won't talk your way out of this.
All that you've done to Lungmen... I'll do to you twice over.

W : Oh my, how scary~
But I'm not here to play with you today.
Amiya, catch~

Amiya : Me? This is... some kind of phone?

W : That's right. Someone wants to talk to you~

Amiya : ...?!

W : Anyway, that concludes my mission.
Before I forget, I have something for you as well, Madam.
See you later~

Ch'en : Watch out!

[W throws a flashbang at Amiya, using the distraction to flee. ]

Amiya : ...A short-range bomb...?!
No, it's a flashbang!
Don't let her trick you...

Ch'en : ...It's too late.
She already got away.
She sure got out of there fast. All she needed was a momentary distraction to slip through our defenses.
Also, you should be careful of that thing you're holding. If it's another bomb...

Amiya : This... seems like a regular cellphone...
Except... could it be...
...
Hello?

<Background black>

[The cellphone rings. ]

「———— 」

Misha : Is that...
Amiya...?

Amiya : Misha! Tell me, where are you?! I'm...

Misha : Amiya...
...

<Background black>

Girl's Voice : ...Prioritize... treating the heavily injured!! We need a blood transfusion here!! Hurry!!

Young Man's Voice : ...Damn it... Why... Even though we're all Infected...
Rhodes Island... why would they do this to us...?!

Girl's Voice : ... We were always abandoned from the very beginning!! We have no escape... nothing at all...!

Boy's Voice : Don't die! Don't leave me!! We promised... We promised to go home together...!

Girl's Voice : *sobbing*... Brother... please don't...

Misha : Do you hear their voices...?

Amiya : ...
Reunion's... Infected?

Misha : I remember now.
No, I never forgot. I just... didn't want to remember...
That's right. It was Reunion that destroyed my home. My father also...
But... we brought it upon ourselves.
That year, I watched my younger brother, dragged away before my own eyes... He called out for me, crying my name, but I turned away...
...and hid inside my room.
When he found me again... He had sacrificed so many things.
Even though he still loved me, I was afraid, and I ran away...
But I now understand.
Everything that he has done... was just to give the oppressors a taste of the suffering that the Infected go through every day.
And now, I am one of them.
...It is time for me to atone for my sins.

Amiya : Misha, don't be rash!
No matter how you treated the Infected in the past, you can always change––

Misha : It's no use.
What can I change?
Because I... was one of those who turned a blind eye...
After becoming an Infected, I finally... can see it clearly.
The way normal people treated the Infected... is how the Infected would treat normal people.
Because they deserve it.

Amiya : No...

Misha : All of this... Is nothing more than the weeds of evil that have sprouted from the seeds of cruelty I planted...
This torment is my karmic justice.
But, why... Why?
Why did that happen to him, even though he had done nothing wrong?!
All he was guilty of was suddenly coming down with the infection...
He was so young... He had only started asking for me to help with his homework!
If only I... If only I had protected him back then...

Amiya : Misha! Please calm down!
You didn't hurt any innocents! None of this was your fault!

Misha : From the very beginning, who's innocent?!

Amiya : ...

Misha : The only thing that's wrong... is this label that the Infected have been given...
If this is a cycle of revenge against each other... Then tell me, who was the one who set this tragedy in motion...?!
If Ursus had never treated the Infected like monsters...
...then what reason would anyone have to hate Ursus so much?!
Who ordained that the Infected must suffer like this?!

Amiya : Misha...
Skullshatterer is dead. You can come back to us now. I promise, we'll...

Misha : ...
Amiya... I've already found my answer...
I am an Infected.
I stand on the side of the Infected.

Amiya : Don't...

Misha : That's right, Amiya. You're also an Infected...
So you should be able to understand.

Amiya : That's right. I'm just like you... just like everyone in Rhodes Island. We all understand how you feel...
But, Misha, even if you accept your identity, that won't change who you are!
Please wait for me! I'm coming to find you!

Misha : Don't come.

Amiya : ...Misha! Where are you––

Misha : You're right, Amiya. You're absolutely right... I was just feeling guilty. Guilty... because I was too weak.
But I've made up my mind.
Even if it's only a single step... it is a step that I must take.
I'm sorry, Amiya. I'm so sorry...
To be an Infected... is to be a part of Reunion.
That is all we are, after all...
Goodbye...

Amiya : Misha? Misha?! Misha!!
...

Operation story: 3-6

Before operation

Summary

Time waits for no man; the only thing that can be done now is to continue to act.
After detecting Reunion's location, Rhodes Island and the L.G.D. split up to launch separate operations.

<Background 1>

Amiya : ...

Ch'en : It's dangerous to lose focus on the battlefield.

Amiya : I'm sorry...
I just... am having trouble understanding...

Ch'en : Reunion has bunkered down inside an abandoned mine.
That woman, W, also fled inside.
...
I can give you some space if you need time alone.
However, the L.G.D. has no time to waste.
Hoshiguma, gather the others.

Amiya : (Misha...)
Madam Ch'en––
I have one concern.

Ch'en : Concern?

Amiya : W is a master of explosives.
It's highly likely that she has deployed traps on the battlefield.
I'm worried that... we'd sustain heavy casualties from a direct confrontation.
My suggestion is for Rhodes Island to sneak into the mine while your forces set up an encirclement.
We'll flush out the Reunion forces, and you can arrest them immediately...
And those who refuse to surrender, we'll handle our way.

Ch'en : How confident do you feel about facing that woman?

Amiya : I'm not sure...
...But we can bear that risk.
We've fought her more than once before. At least we have some understanding of her fighting style.
There are some risks... that the L.G.D. can't afford to shoulder.

Ch'en : We can't afford to lose sight of the mission objective either.

Amiya : ...

Ch'en : PC94172, take our forces and surround the mines!
Hoshiguma, pick out a few troops to take with you.
We'll each take a squad and move in with Rhodes Island.
Hoshiguma, you and Rhodes Island will split off and pincer them. Destroy their base of operations, and rout their defenses.
I'll take care of the firebases.
For Lungmen's sake, we have to...
...
...bring Misha back.

Amiya : ...Understood.
I'll gather our operators.

Hoshiguma : Ch'en, there's a small group of Reunion forces heading out along the edge of the mines.
They're moving pretty quickly, too.
I'll head out first, otherwise we might lose them.

Ch'en : Hurry. Don't let them get away.

Amiya : Ah, Madam Hoshiguma, please wait a moment.
When they ambushed us earlier, they were hiding some casters among their forces.
I'd recommend taking two of our operators, Franka and Liskarm, with your squad.
They have a lot of experience fighting casters.

Hoshiguma : No problem.

Franka : All right, let's do this, shall we?

Liskarm : What about you, Amiya?
Dr Kal'tsit told us to...

Amiya : Penguin Logistics is backing me up, so I'll be fine.

Hoshiguma : Sounds like a plan.

Ch'en : I can't stress this enough, but don't be too stubborn. Back off if the situation gets too rough.
Amiya?

Amiya : I know.
We don't have much time left.
This isn't like Chernobog... This time, it's our turn to stop Reunion!

After operation

Summary

Skullshatterer lies there dying and Mephisto, the one capable of healing him, is nowhere to be seen.
W quips that the troops have lost all will to fight and asks Misha to follow her to safety. However, Misha disagrees.

<Background 1>

Reunion Member : No...
Impossible! Impossible...!
H-how could this be?! Skullshatterer, Skullshatterer!
W-we can't let Misha see this...
Who here knows first aid? Get them over here now!
Damn it, why did Mephisto refuse to come? What is he doing?!
He kept talking about some "other plan"... What the hell is with that?!
If he was here, we would've been able to save so many people!

W : We can't count on that guy anyway. He doesn't care about his comrades anyway.

Reunion Member : ...

W : Don't blame yourself for things you can't control.

Reunion Member : Thanks for covering us, W...
At least, we were able to bring him back.

W : If you want to thank me, do it through your actions.

Reunion Member : Of course. We'll cover your escape... However, I have one request––
Please promise to take care of Misha.

W : Of course. After all...

Misha : I am still of use to you, right?

Reunion Member : We...

Misha : Please let me spend some time with Skullshatterer alone.
I will... take care of him.

Reunion Member : But...
... ...
...Fine.
W, it's a promise. One that you must keep.

W : I know, I know~

Misha : I just said––
Let me spend some time with him alone.

W : But you should get going.

Misha : ...

W : Lungmen and Rhodes Island will come barging in here any moment now.
I guess the people here are going to die too.
My, oh my, what a dilemma we have.
Misha, so many more people are going to die because of you...
What a pity.

Misha : You're really getting on my nerves, W.
You won't get anything from me.

W : Wooahh, scary~
You know, that bunny girl seems to really care about you~
But, that Ch'en lady seems different.
She won't show mercy to anyone.
Maybe she'll decide to spare your life, because she needs you...
But you've seen enough in Ursus to know what will happen after that, right?

Misha : ...

W : If you come with me now, it's still not too late.
Although... you'd still have to watch all our Reunion friends sacrifice themselves...
I suppose that's just their fate though.
Such pitiful things.

Misha : ...

W : Ah, that's right.
Even though you saw everything that happened...
Y'know, ahh, how do I put this... I really don't have the spare energy to drag Skullshatterer back to Chernobog...

Misha : Shut up!

W : I'm just telling the truth.
I mean, the situation here is hopeless after all~
Hurry and let me know once you've cleared your head, okay?

<Background black>

Misha : No...
I swear I'll...
Bring Skullshatterer back to life.
Skullshatterer isn't dead... Skullshatterer cannot die.
If he was here, he'd protect us... all of us.
I just know... this is what he would've done.
...
Everyone is just like me. We're all Infected.
I am also... one of them.
We have nowhere to go...
Everyone... needs to be protected.

[... ]

Misha : This...
...
...is Skullshatterer's legacy.

Operation story: 3-7

Before operation

Summary

Franka, Liskarm, and Hoshiguma all display their talents on the battlefield.
After joining forces with Amiya's team that had successfully broken through the front entrance, the only obstacle that remains in front is—

<Background 1>

Franka : We've broken through the first defensive line!

[The joint Rhodes Island-L.G.D. forces pins down the Reunion forces. ]

Reunion Member : What are the casters doing?!
Even though there's only one enemy in the vanguard...
Why are they just watching her tear us apart?!
Hurry, hurry! Take her out!

[The Reunion forces returned fire. ]

Liskarm : Franka! You're getting out of range!
I can't... give you cover from here!

Franka : Do I look that reckless to you?

Liskarm : Watch your four o'clock!

Franka : Liskarm, it's time for your debut!
Be a sweetie and block the enemy's ranged attacks, won't you?

Liskarm : Tsk...

Reunion Member : Quick! Faster!
Focus down the one with the sword first!

[A Reunion soldier strikes Franka, but was intercepted by Hoshiguma. ]

Reunion Member : Did we get her––?
...Huh?

Hoshiguma : Don't even think about it.
You call those attacks, or are you just throwing sticks and stones?

Reunion Member : Woah!!
Wh-where'd this one come from?!

Franka : I owe you one, Cap'n!

Hoshiguma : My pleasure.
However, Franka, your task was to launch a feint attack.
Instead, you fought your way all the way here. You have a huge target over your head now. Is that fine with you?

Franka : Sure is, after all, I have a trusty partner after all!

[The joint R.I.-L.G.D. forces advance. ]

Liskarm : Ugh... Gahh...
Franka! You charged way too far ahead!

Franka : See? She caught up to us.

Liskarm : I'm not used to this kind of stuff...! Why are you making me charge headlong into the enemy? I don't get it!

Hoshiguma : ...Huh?

Reunion Member : Curses...
L.G.D. and Rhodes Island are working together!
There's no way we can defend this place...
We can't afford to hesitate. It's do or die. Everyone, chaaarge!

Liskarm : The enemies are rushing straight at us!

[The desperate Reunion forces charge towards the joint R.I.-L.G.D. forces. ]

Reunion Member : Dieeeee!

Hoshiguma : If you plan to resist, you leave me with no choice. Don't take it personally.

Reunion Member : You...!

Hoshiguma : ...!

[Hoshiguma struck down a Reunion soldier with her shield Hannya. ]

Reunion Member : Aaaaaaaaghhh!!

Liskarm : Madam, you're... quite strong.
That Reunion fellow... Not his lucky day.

Hoshiguma : They've got some nerve to attack us like that...
I feel bad for him.
They should apologize to everyone who fell by their hands.

[After the battle... ]

Amiya : Inspector!

Hoshiguma : I'm glad to see that you're all fine.

Amiya : We've collapsed their flank! The next step is to launch our all-out assault.

Hoshiguma : Fine by me.

Texas : Everything seems to be going smoothly.

Hoshiguma : That probably won't last for much longer. The enemies have set up many obstacles, and are doing a good job of staying hidden.
Amiya, be prepared for a hard fight.

Hoshiguma : Dr {player_name}, make sure you scout things out thoroughly and protect your squads!

Amiya : Of course!
Everyone, let's go rescue Misha together!

After operation

Summary

Franka searches the camp, but finds no trace of Misha.
Nearby, the Skullshatterer that should have been slain stands once more.

<Background 1>

[The battle between the joint Rhodes Island-L.G.D. and Reunion continues. ]

Reunion Member : Don't let them get through!!
W should have escaped with Misha...!
We can't let!

[Hoshiguma runs through Reunion soldiers in her path. ]

Hoshiguma : Out of my way! Do you have a death wish?!

Reunion Member : Uaaagh!!

Franka : O-ohhh... That savage fighting style reminds me of someone from Rhodes Island.
They do have a lot in common, don't they?

Liskarm : Franka, don't just stand there!
Hurry up and do something!

Franka : Sure, sure.

Exusiai : Hah, looks like all those legends about Lungmen's Inspector are true...

Texas : Stay focused.

Exusiai : Hey, I'm not just...
...Staring at other people! *Bang!*

[Exusiai guns down a Reunion Caster on the roof of a building nearby. ]

Reunion Caster : Argh!

Exusiai : See those enemy squads on the second floor? I found 'em first!

Texas : Good job.

Exusiai : Hehe.

Texas : ...Let's go.
We can't let our client handle this alone.

Amiya : Franka, have you found Misha?

Franka : I can't find her anywhere.
W probably... already took her away...

Amiya : ...

Franka : Tsk... Don't you think that was a bit too fast...

[An explosion is heard. ]

Amiya : ...?
What was that... an explosion?
Franka, gather your squad. We have to back up the L.G.D.!

[Another explosion is heard. ]

L.G.D. Agent : Rhodes Island, watch out!
Th-this enemy...
They...

Amiya : What happened...? Talk to me!
The enemy...
...What?!
That's...?
H-how is that possible...?!

Ch'en : ...What?
Tsk... Is this some kind of trick?

Reunion Member : ...
It's a miracle! It's a miracle!

Amiya : ...
Why...?

Ch'en : Don't just stand there! Take cover!

[A grenade launcher round explodes close to Amiya, but she managed to take cover in time. ]

Amiya : ...

Reunion Member : We've been sent a miracle!!
Is that you...? It's really you!!
...He's fine!!
H-he's fine again!
Skullshatterer is still alive!!
Skullshatterer! It's really you!!
Hooray!!

<Background 1>

Amiya : ...Could it be...
...No...

Ch'en : Reunion's morale has been boosted since the reappearance of their leader.
It'll be more difficult to suppress them now.

Reunion Member : ...Skullshatterer, things are looking dire.
But at least... you've come back to us.
I'm so relieved... I'm so, so glad...
Misha should have made it out of here as well.

Skullshatterer : ...

Reunion Member : Now, we can fight without any regrets!

Skullshatterer : ...I will stay here and hold them back.
You should all go.
I'll protect you all...

Reunion Member : What are you talking about, Skullshatterer...
Didn't you promise that'd we go back to Ursus together? We still have to teach them a lesson!

Skullshatterer : ...
Take care of yourselves. Don't die.

Amiya : ...
No... Impossible...

Ch'en : Hurry up and move it!
Hoshiguma, contact the L.G.D. forces stationed outside immediately!
We've neutralized most of the traps and ambushes. The enemy leader, W, and the target are still missing.
Right now, we're changing the mission objectives!
All squads, move in and take out Reunion!

Amiya : Why...
...Why is this happening...
No...

Operation story: 3-8

Before operation

Summary

The thoughts of the two sides are like parallel lines. Though they both run straight, they will never intersect.
Even if Amiya recognizes "Skullshatterer," there is no path forward from here.

<Background 1>

Reunion Member : Ugh! They're still fighting back!

["Skullshatterer" fires a shot from her grenade launcher... ]

Reunion Member : Skullshatterer!
As long as we can push them back, victory will be ours!

[...followed up by another shot. ]

Skullshatterer : Yes...
Right now... we have no choice but to fight.

["Skullshatterer" fires at Hoshiguma, who deflected it with her shield Hannya. ]

Hoshiguma : These guys... are pretty tough!

Reunion Member : Gaah-! Damn, that shield of yours...
Sh-she's the one from the L.G.D...!

Hoshiguma : It's not too late to put down your weapons and surrender...
Unless you want to die in vain right here.

Reunion Member : You'd expect us to believe you?
Liar! Ursus... they've said the same thing before. But they executed those Infected, one by one...
I hid beneath the bodies of the slain, holding my breath, in order to survive.

Hoshiguma : ...

Reunion Member : There are no depths to which your kind won't stoop... in order to exterminate us.
Aren't you just trying to round us up so you can kill us faster?
Very well. You've made your choice then.

Hoshiguma : ...

Franka : You're not getting through to them, big fella. They won't listen to reason.
They can't even distinguish between good and even, Lungmen and Ursus.
In that place... No, in many places...
Only hatred exists between those who are infected and those who are not.

Hoshiguma : It seems that because of that... all communication has broken down. Even though there's another path in front of our eyes.

Skullshatterer : Another path?
What... could we possibly do?
And what could you accomplish?

Reunion Member : Don't waste any more time listening to their lies! Skullshatterer, let's get rid of them together!

[Explosions are heard. ]

Hoshiguma : Explosions?

L.G.D. Agent : He's planning to surround us from multiple directions!

Ch'en : Our flank will collapse if we can't seize the initiative... Prepare to counterattack!

Reunion Member : Skullshatterer! I'll cover you! Just kill them, and the battle will be over!
Skullshatterer...!

Skullshatterer : I have to go back... with all of you...
I have to...!!
––––––––––

["Skullshatterer" fires a barrage of shots from her grenade launcher. ]

Ch'en : We don't have much time left!
Hoshiguma.

Hoshiguma : I'm ready.

[Ch'en slashes a Reunion soldier. ]

Ch'en : Act carefully. Don't show the enemy any signs of weakness.

Hoshiguma : I won't give them an opening!

L.G.D. Agent : Watch out, the enemy is charging forward!

[The Reunion soldiers mount one last push against the joint Rhodes Island-L.G.D. forces. ]

Franka : Amiya! Stay away from the enemy...!

Amiya : Th-that's...
I...
Doctor... Doctor, what should I do...

Doctor : You know what you have to do, Amiya.

Amiya : But I don't want to...
I'm sorry, Doctor... I...

Skullshatterer : ...
A-...
Amiya...?

["Skullshatterer" fires her grenade launcher. ]

Amiya : Why...
You...
Why did you become like this...

Skullshatterer : Amiya... I guess this was our fate all along.

Ch'en : Amiya! What are you doing? Hurry...

Amiya : I...

Ch'en : ...
Tsk...

Amiya : Madam Ch'en? I...

<Background black>

Ch'en : That's enough.
It's time...
...to put an end to this.

Amiya : Madam Ch'en...

Ch'en : There is one thing I must tell you.
From now on, you'd better treat all Infected the same way... ...as your enemies.

Amiya : ...

Ch'en : Life is unfair.
If you want to hate someone, then hate me.
L.G.D.! Attack!

After operation

Summary

"Skullshatterer" collapses once more, but not a single person is smiling. Ch'en has no words of comfort for Amiya, but shares some of her seldom-spoken sentiments.
With conflicted emotions, everyone begins their journey back home.

<Background black>

Ch'en : Amiya.
...
It's over now.

Amiya : ...

Ch'en : People always have a way of surpassing your expectations.
Even moreso when it comes to the Infected.
Power begets madness, and desire begets depravity.
They are cancers, eroding away at all that is good in the world.

Amiya : ...

Ch'en : I don't think this mask will have any particular significance for you.

Amiya : I think...

<Background 1>

Ch'en : If you want to keep it, I won't stop you.
Just know that one day, your room will be filled with masks like this.
All people must bear the consequences for the choices they make... Infected, or otherwise.

Amiya : ...
I'm sorry...
Madam Ch'en, I...

Ch'en : Listen, Amiya.
These people... Reunion, if they're willing to listen to you, then you can do everything in your power to help them.
But if they've decided to abandon the voices of reason and dedicate their lives to the pursuit of madness... You should not hesitate any longer.
...
She did no evil. Nor did we put an end to any evil here today.
This happened just because of a choice she made.
Nobody has the right to stop her, and nobody has the right to blame her.

Amiya : But, I...
I don't know... I always felt that we had a duty to help those in need.
But, why... did it have to end like this...? Why did she have to bear this consequence alone...
Is what Rhodes Island is doing truly right?

Ch'en : ...
When one is infected with Oripathy, her life is no longer her own.
Perhaps through the eyes of Rhodes Island, those who are on the wrong path can still be redeemed...
But for me, and the L.G.D., that is not the case. If necessary, we might have to...

Amiya : ...
I just want to break this never-ending cycle...
Even if it's only bit by bit...
But... if everything will just end up like this, then I can only...

Ch'en : Amiya.
...
Are you doubting yourself?

Amiya : I...
I don't now...
The Infected seem to be doomed to death, either by the hands of hostiles, or through their own making.
This tragedy will only continue to repeat, again and again.
In this vicious cycle of hatred, there is only one way for the Infected to regain hope, other than eliminating Oripathy itself.
...And that is to cast aside these chains of thorns and put an end to hatred itself.

Ch'en : Amiya...
Mercy comes at a cost that not all can afford.
Rhodes Island cannot become the L.G.D., nor can it do what the L.G.D. does.
Choosing the number of Infected that you're willing to accept, or choosing how many people to save through your benevolent methods... These are things that only Rhodes Island can do. Or rather...
These are things that only Rhodes Island is willing to do.
But, I cannot do these things...
And especially... not the L.G.D.

Amiya : ...

Ch'en : At least... you will also honor his memory, not just his comrades.
...If your room will be filled with masks, then so be it.
Remember, this is your business, and no one else's.

Amiya : ...

Ch'en : My little "leader" of Rhodes Island...
If you've already steeled yourself to bear this burden...
Then make your decision, and accept the consequences.

Amiya : ...
Thank you...
Madam Ch'en...

Ch'en : ...
L.G.D. will clear the scene before finishing up. Afterwards, I'll get in touch with that other doctor.

Amiya : Doctor, let's go.

<Background fades out>

W : Tsk... Peoples' fates always have a strange way of intertwining.

<Background fades in>

W : They cross with each other, and they clash with each other. Even a grandmaster can be put in check by unexpected developments.
But in the end, all is still well.

W : For at least... I can look forward to what the future has in store for us. Heh.

Operation story: 4-1

Before operation

Summary

Amiya seems tired and confused after returning to Rhodes Island. Kal'tsit gives the Doctor a clue about the secret etched upon Amiya's body.
After a brief respite, they are faced with a new challenge.

<Background black>

「8:36 PM \ Rainy \ Visibility: 12 km
Rhodes Island 」

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : Welcome back.

Amiya : ...Mm.

Kal'tsit : ...
I already heard what happened from the recon squad.
Amiya, let me check your hands.

Amiya : There's no need for that, Dr Kal'tsit...

Kal'tsit : Amiya.

Amiya : I, I...
...All right.

[Kal'tsit checks the rings worn by Amiya. ]

Kal'tsit : ...
It looks fine. The rings haven't cracked or discolored.
But it might be different next time.
Listen closely, Amiya...
Be a little more careful.

Amiya : Dr Kal'tsit, I...
...I need some rest.

Kal'tsit : Go ahead.

Amiya : Mm...

Kal'tsit : ...
Never put Amiya in this much risk again.
You are also responsible for what happened.
When you first came back to Rhodes Island, she looked a bit like this.
These emotions never really left Amiya.
This has to change.
...Dr {nickname}, you should stay with her.
Don't mess up.

[The Doctor walks into the entrance of a room. ]

Doctor : *knock* *knock*

Amiya : It's open.

<Background 2>

Amiya : ...
Doctor {nickname}...?
Worried? I am?
...You saw right through me, hehe...
I thought I did a good job hiding it.
Yes, I'm a bit worried... just a little, though.
I'm already used to doing this.
After all, I can't drag down everyone else any more.
Right, Doctor?
...
...I don't understand.
Doctor... I don't understand.

Doctor : (Stay silent)

Amiya : No, I... I know what we're trying to do. I also know... that some sacrifices are inevitable.
But I... what I don't know is...
Why must I watch people disappear before my eyes one by one... even though they can be saved?
We were so close... Maybe just a little bit more...
I know that I have a duty... and I will continue to move forward...
But right now... I just feel so tired.
...

Doctor : ... / Amiya...

<Background black>

Amiya : Please let me have some time alone, Dr {nickname}.
Thank you.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Good morning, Dr {nickname}.
Oh, Dr Kal'tsit, you're here as well?

Kal'tsit : Amiya.
I have a rather urgent mission here, and need some people to help out.
An abandoned city was discovered not far from Lungmen.
I surmise that it's one of the cities that formed in the aftermath of the Chernobog incident.
We'll have to explore that city, uncover more information, and search for any survivors.
If the situation is particularly serious, for example, if Reunion is hiding there, then there may be serious ramifications on our future operations.
Here's the specific proposal that I have in mind. Look over it when you have time.

Amiya : Understood.

Kal'tsit : Oh, one more thing.
Franka submitted a report to me mentioning that they had to return to Blacksteel.
As for the situation in the Lungmen slums, Penguin Logistics requested for you to meet them there to discuss some information.
There are some more sensitive details, so it'd be best for you to go in person.

Amiya : I know. I'll head over right now.
Doctor, let's go––

Kal'tsit : I still have some things to discuss with Dr {nickname}.

Amiya : ...
May I listen in?

Kal'tsit : You may not.

Amiya : I can cover my ears...

Kal'tsit : You cannot. You should get going.

Amiya : Aww...
Dr Kal'tsit, you're not allowed to bully Dr {nickname}.

Kal'tsit : I won't.

<Background fades out and in>

Kal'tsit : ...You...
You couldn't even do something so basic.
Forget it, I had a feeling this would happen.
Amiya is an incredibly resilient kid.
But, if she has to force herself to be strong, there will come a day when the pressure breaks her.
Do not let this happen.
If there is a next time, you'd better be a little more useful.
––?
What's with that face?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Excuse me, but what do you mean by Amiya's rings...?

Kal'tsit : It's related to the state of her health.
If Amiya is involved in an intense battle...
...You must check her rings immediately afterwards.
No matter what changes you see, you must report them to me.

<Background black>

Kal'tsit : For the time being, that's all you're allowed to know.
Oh, right. You have to go down to the medical center in two days to have a physical done. Don't forget it.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...

<Background black>

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : ...You can go. Liskarm is waiting outside to escort you.

After operation

Summary

In the ruins of a satellite city of Chernobog, a team consisting of Meteorite, Frostleaf, and Jessica are carrying out an exploration mission.
Back at the bridge of Rhodes Island, Amiya bids a temporary farewell to her friends from Blacksteel and Penguin Logistics.

<Background black>

「6:03 PM \ Overcast \ Visibility: 19 km
Desert by Lungmen \ Facility #14 」

<Background 3>

Meteorite : ...I've reached the destination.
No other abnormalities found.
Report complete.
Frostleaf, why were you frowning the whole way here?

Frostleaf : I'm just a little concerned about Amiya's group.

Meteorite : They've already safely returned to Rhodes Island.
Nearl and Dobermann already left Lungmen a week ago for their next assignment.
It must be a pretty tough mission if it required sending those two together.
Blacksteel and Penguin Logistics both have their own matters to attend to.

Jessica : Oh, Liskarm and Franka...
I'm... I'm glad that they're safe...

Meteorite : You've got to work hard as well, just like them.
When Franka sent you over to me, she spoke very highly of you.

Jessica : R-really...?

Meteorite : If only you weren't so timid, she said.

Jessica : Uuu....

Meteorite : ...Hey, don't act like you're about to start crying!
Aren't you also a member of Blacksteel...?

Jessica : I, I'm not... crying...

Meteorite : ...
...In any case, let's continue our mission.
Our next task is to work with the other recon teams to scout out this entire city.
Other than searching for survivors, we also need to assess the situation.
If we encounter hostile Infected, we'll have to deal with the threat quickly.
Even though our mission isn't particularly dangerous, it's still best to proceed with caution.
In the event that Reunion is involved in this, we'll retreat immediately and report back to Dr Kal'tsit.

Jessica : Mmhm, mmhm!

Frostleaf : Understood.

Meteorite : All that's left for us to do... is to focus on our job.

<Background black>

「6:12 PM \ Overcast \ Visibility: 19 km
Rhodes Island
Deserted Nomadic City – 2 days after the discovery of "Facility #14" 」

<Background 4>

Amiya : Ah... You made it, Doctor.

Texas : Good timing, Dr {nickname}.

Exusiai : Our job here is about done. You probably won't see us for a while~

Doctor : Are you leaving already? / ...Got it. / I'll miss you.

Liskarm : We'll see you soon enough.

Franka : It won't be long before we're back on standby in Rhodes Island.
Don't miss me too much.

Exusiai : Well, unfortunately, we don't have such an official-sounding reason. Right, Texas?

Texas : Hold on a second...

Exusiai : Penguin Logistics... is about to go on vacation!
It's only going to one precious day... But still––

Texas : ...Apologies. This isn't the best time to talk about it.

Amiya : Don't worry... Everyone needs to get some rest.

Texas : ...I should be the one saying that to you.

Amiya : Huh...?

Exusiai : That's right, that's right. Amiya, girl, you really need a bit of R&R!

Amiya : There are many things in Rhodes Island that must be taken care of...

Liskarm : I can understand that, but make sure not to give yourself too much pressure, Amiya.

Franka : No matter how strong your will is, your body won't be able to keep up if you get exhausted.
You'd better not get sick. Everyone's counting on you!

Amiya : I... Everyone has always been looking after me.

Texas : We were also inspired by the way you fight.
Just that much is enough.

Exusiai : Since I'm already here, I'll take this opportunity to get a free check-up before heading back.

Franka : Our work here is about done anyway. Next up is...
Amiya, Dr {nickname}.

Doctor : Huh...? / ...

Amiya : I'm listening.

Franka & Exusiai : ...
Keep up the good work~! Cheer up!

Amiya : Wha... huh?

Liskarm : After we finish our report, we'll be right back.

Texas : No matter what, life must move forward.
Amiya, take care.

Amiya : Everyone... I...
...I will. You all take care as well.
See you next time.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : ...
Doctor,
I have to visit the slums in outer Lungmen again. I should be of assistance.

Doctor : Will you be fine by yourself? / Isn't that a bit dangerous...? / Amiya, should I go with you?

Amiya : Don't worry, Doctor.
Another member of Rhodes Island, Projekt Red, will be joining me in Lungmen.
She's really good!
With her there, you don't have to worry about me.

Operation story: 4-2

Before operation

Summary

In the ruins, Meteorite's team encounters Reunion forces remaining behind in the city.
After reporting in with Kal'tsit, the team continues their mission. Frostleaf notices that there is something abnormal about the temperature.

<Background 1>

Jessica : Th-there are two enemies left!
They're running toward the building to our east––

Meteorite : I've already locked on to them.
...!

[Meteorite fires a grenade at a nearby Reunion soldier. ]

Reunion Member : Argh...!

Meteorite : Bullseye.

Frostleaf : Aren't we making too much noise?

Meteorite : There are a ton of explosions all over the city. I don't think they'll notice.
Have you notified Dr Kal'tsit yet?

Frostleaf : I called her before the battle started.
There's evidence that Reunion is conducting their operations in this city.
I haven't hung up yet.
Shouldn't we be a bit stealthier with our movements?

Meteorite : That Reunion member just now seemed to be using Detection-type Arts.
We'll have to strike first so that we don't give away our location.
At least, we can't give these Reunion squads time to communicate with each other.

Jessica : Phew... It's finally over...

Meteorite : Frostleaf, assess the situation.

Frostleaf : Understood.
Here, hold on to the comms device.

Meteorite : Sure.
Jessica, don't let your guard down yet.

Jessica : Of course... I'm aware of that!

Meteorite : All right, all right. I won't mention it again.
Dr Kal'tsit, can you hear me?

[Kal'tsit answers the call. ]

Kal'tsit : Always could. Indeed, you can't afford to let your guard down yet.
Jessica, there might be an enemy behind you.

Jessica : Uwaaah!

[Before a Reunion soldier could "get the drop" on Jessica, Frostleaf strikes them from behind... ]

Reunion Member : H-how did they... get behind me...

Jessica : ...Eeehh??

Frostleaf : If I can attack you from behind, that means you were too slow.

[...and dispatches them. ]

Frostleaf : We're fine for now, Dr Kal'tsit. I've taken out the enemy.

Meteorite : You really are fast...
I couldn't even see how you managed to get over there and come back so quickly.

Frostleaf : ––Actually, I never even left.

Meteorite : ...

Kal'tsit : Projekt Red contacted me.
There are no signs of activity from the Reunion forces hiding in Lungmen.
At this stage, it'd be best not to poke the hornet's nest.
By the way, according to the intel I've received from the other recon teams, there may a fairly substantial Reunion presence in the desert.

Meteorite : In other words, we're the ones who hit the jackpot?
That does put a bit of pressure on us. We're also only a recon team after all.

Jessica : If that's the case, we've already eliminated two Reunion squads so far...

Meteorite : Are you absolutely sure about the affiliation of the enemies we first exchanged fire with, Jessica?

Jessica : Yeah, there shouldn't be any mistake. I double checked before asking you to shoot.

Meteorite : ...My bad. I was busy calculating the ballistic trajectory.

Kal'tsit : What about the enemy's numbers?

Meteorite : We don't know the exact number.
Frostleaf, how's it going over there?

Frostleaf : ...

Meteorite : What's the matter...?

Kal'tsit : Go take care of it. Let me know right away if there's an issue.

[Kal'tsit ends the call. ]

Jessica : Will do.
Let's... head over to her to see what's going on.

Meteorite : ...

<Background 2>

Meteorite : What happened?

Frostleaf : ...You two didn't feel it?

Jessica : Huh? What...

Frostleaf : The temperature.

Jessica : Now that you mentioned it... it does seem colder...

Frostleaf : The temperature.

Meteorite : ...Indeed. There's at least a five-degree difference compared to the temperature outside.

Jessica : How could such fair weather... change so suddenly...

Frostleaf : Look above you. The weather hasn't changed.

Jessica : ...Huh?

Frostleaf : It's not the weather.
It's coming from here. Come, feel this.

Meteorite : ...The walls of the ruins?

Frostleaf : That's right. These walls are heat-absorbing.

Jessica : ...No way?!

Frostleaf : Before we came, the heat absorption had probably already worn off.
It's returning to the previous temperature.
But, why?
Who would leave behind something like this?

Meteorite : ...Reunion are the only ones who've been active in these parts.

Jessica : Reunion? Could they... do something like this?

Frostleaf : The Infected...
I once heard of a certain legend.
...about a creature called the "yeti."

Meteorite : ...I have a feeling... that this is going to get real troublesome...

After operation

Summary

In the slums, Amiya meets an Infected child, whose liveliness once against gives her pangs of indecision.
She also runs into Ch'en, but this Ch'en has a look in her eyes that is nothing like that of the person she knows.

<Background 3>

Amiya : ...

Child : Ahh...! Look out!

Amiya : Ouch!

Child : S-sorry, I didn't mean to run into you...

Amiya : Don't worry about it. You're very polite.

Child : Ehehe...
Um, ma'am, what are you doing here?
It's still raining. You're not going to go inside?

Amiya : Ah, um... I'm just... taking a walk.
Are you looking for help?

Child : Oh! How'd you know?!

Amiya : I can't tell you~ It's a secret.

Child : Aw... it's fine though!
Ma'am, do you think...
Hmm... that probably won't work. You're a bit too short...

Amiya : Hey, you shouldn't say stuff like that! You're shorter than me!

Child : Whoa!
W-well, we could try... Um, could you help me move that board? Let's do it together!
There's a record player under that metal rack. I want to take it back home.

Amiya : Sure.

Child : 1... 2... 3! Together!

Amiya : We did it!
...

Child : Woah, you're really strong, ma'am! Thank you!

Amiya : But... this record player is broken.

Child : It's okay! It's always been broken.
But one day, I'll be able to fix it. I collected a lot of records, but I've never listened to them before...
...But one day, I'll play them for everyone!

Amiya : ...
...Such a difficult thing, said so casually...
...What am I doing this for... What can I even do...

Child : Ma'am, you're not scared of me?

Amiya : ...Scared of what?

Child : I'm an Infected!

Amiya : Haha... I am too.

Child : What?! That's such a pity. You're so pretty, too...!

Amiya : ...
There's nothing wrong with being an Infected. Whether you are healthy or infected...
If you're a good person, that will never change.

Child : Huh...? I don't get it...
(Grrrrrr...)

Amiya : ...Are you hungry?

Child : ...Mmhm...

Amiya : ...Here, take this. It's all I have.

Child : Wow! Thank you, ma'am!
But... why did you come here?

Amiya : I...

<Background fades out>

Amiya : It's because...
It's because I made a promise to someone.

<Background fades in>

Child : Bye bye, ma'am!!

Amiya : Sure, bye bye!
...
...

<Background black>

Amiya : Even a child like that... In the end, will just...

「Those who were robbed of their identity. The Infected. You've long lost the right to call yourselves people. 」

Amiya : What can I accomplish? What more... can I do...?
Why... can I not protect those around me...

「You cannot. 」

Amiya : No... I...

「Famine... Persecution... Death...
These are the only things awaiting the Infected. 」

Amiya : No, that's not true...
As long as Rhodes Island is fighting for the Infected...

「You are but one of the few lucky ones. 」

Amiya : No... We've all come together to fight towards a common goal.

「This world has already become cold and callous. 」

Amiya : No, not yet...
The Infected can't succumb to despair just yet...

「You.
Allow the rage to consume you.
Only then... 」

Amiya : I...
No... I won't...
I made a promise...
I made a promise to her...!

[After Amiya clears her mind... ]

Amiya : ...Huh?
Who's that...?

[...she heard a voice in the distance. ]

Little Girl : A big sister once told me that these dolls won't work unless you make them yourself.
So that's why I'm giving this to you!

Another Girl's Voice : ...

Amiya : That voice just now...?
!
That silhouette...

Amiya : Is that Madam Ch'en?

Little Girl : ...
––––––
––––––––––––
––––––!

Another Girl's Voice : ...

<Background black>

Ch'en : ...!

Amiya : ...

<Background 3>

Ch'en : ...

Amiya : Madam Ch'en...

Ch'en : ... ...

Amiya : ...
Madam Ch'en, what are you doing here?
I thought you were...

Ch'en : None of your concern.

<Background black>

Ch'en : This is Lungmen's business, and I will take care of it.

Amiya : ...

<Background 3>

Amiya : ...
Madam Ch'en...

Amiya : This is the first time...
I've seen that look in her eyes...

Operation story: 4-3

Before operation

Summary

After reuniting with the Doctor, Amiya seems to have changed. Though still confused, she seems to have a clearer direction.
Shortly afterwards, they receive a message from Kal'tsit, notifying them that something has just happened.

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : I understand.
All right, keep in touch. Let me know if catch wind of anything.
Just press the third button. Mhm.
...Hmm? Dr {nickname}?
Where's Amiya?

Doctor : She went to the slums.

Kal'tsit : ...You actually let her go alone.
...Whatever, at least someone is protecting her.
I suppose you wouldn't be able to do anything even if you went with her. I'll let you off the hook this time.
Did you also come back by yourself?
Oh, Penguin Logistics.
You also need to take better precautions to stay safe. We won't always have the luxury of reliable local guides.
Dr {nickname}...
Amiya will not be in Lungmen for a long time, since she has other missions to do.
You'll have to face her again.
...If I were you, I'd make sure to tell her the things that I couldn't say before.

<Background 2>

Amiya : Ah, Doctor?
Were you waiting for me this whole time...
Sorry to have kept you waiting.
Hmm? My complexion looks different from when I left?
...
Some things happened.
I feel like...
Perhaps Madam Ch'en has her own way of looking at things.
Even though her words are harsh, and she has done things that I can't accept...
Maybe... the difference between us isn't that big.
She has her responsibilities.
Oh... I understand now...
She also has her share of burdens to bear.
Perhaps I also...

Doctor : Amiya, you also have plenty of responsibilities yourself. / ...

Amiya : Is that so...
I... just didn't have other choices.

Doctor : At least you saw your choices through. / ...

Amiya : ...I suppose all these consequences were the results of my persistence.
Doctor, there's no need... to try to comfort me.
Actually, I'm well aware of this.
But what I don't know...
What I don't know, is how long we have to keep going before this world begins to change.
But, what I do know for sure...
Is that I won't give up.
I'll always bear the consequences of my actions, because... I chose this path.
Doctor...
Will you... stay by my side?
Even though... this guilt will always stay with me...
The regret of not being able to bring everyone with me. The regret of not being able to save my friends...
But I must face reality.
With everyone in Rhodes Island...

[The conversation between Amiya and the Doctor is interrupted when the former's cellphone rings, which she promptly picks up. ]

Amiya : Hmm? A message from Dr Kal'tsit...
Dr Kal'tsit? Did you need something?

Kal'tsit : Amiya, I've received communications from a few recon teams.
The situation has changed for the worse.

Amiya : Okay, I'll be right there.

After operation

Summary

In the ruins of the abandoned city, Meteorite's team encounters a unique Reunion squad.
This team is likely responsible for the sudden drop in temperature, reminding Frostleaf of a legend she heard about the mythical "Yetis."

<Background 3>

Reunion Member : Get moving! ...

Jessica : What's going on...?

Frostleaf : (Don't make a sound!)

Jessica : (Nnnh–––)

Frostleaf : (Are they still around?)

Meteorite : (They're still here...!)
(They seem to searching for something...)
(A Reunion member is headed our way! We need to hide!)

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : ...
Must be my imagination.

<Background fades out and in>

Frostleaf : (Can you get a clear shot on him?)

Meteorite : (We're too far away...)
(The explosions stopped as soon as they appeared...)
(They're too spread out. There's no way I'd be able to take out all three at once.)
(Also, their movements are nothing like those ordinary street thugs.)

Jessica : (The other Reunion troops don't seem to be dressed as heavily.)

Meteorite : (That's right. As you can see, we must be extremely careful. If any of them survive and call for reinforcements, we'll be in serious danger.)
(On top of that, I see one person over there in Caster attire, and they seem to be testing something.)
(If they're also able to use Detection Arts...)
(They might be able to detect us just based upon a bullet we fire.)

Frostleaf : (So basically, our hands are tied. Even though it's a three versus three, it feels like we've been surrounded.)

Meteorite : (Things aren't looking good. I really dislike this kind of feeling.)
(Though we're supposed to be the hunters, it feels like all we've been cornered into hiding by bigger prey.)
(Wait, they seem to be communicating with someone...)

Frostleaf : (I can't hear what they're saying from here. I'm going to get closer.)

Meteorite : (Don't. It's too risky right now.)
(It's too quiet. We don't know what kinds of Infected we're facing yet...)
(If any of them have enhanced hearing, we'll be in trouble.)
(...What are they waiting for?)
(Something feels... off about this.)
(Could it be...)
(Jessica, are you feeling it too...?)

Jessica : (Y-yeah... I'm also...)
(The temperature is dropping again...)
(So... cold...)

Meteorite : (Could they be behind this...?!)
(...! Jessica, why are you biting your fingers––)

Frostleaf : (So that her teeth don't chatter and make noise.)
(I don't think that's necessary yet, but what a diligent kid.)

Meteorite : (To me, you're just a kid too.)

Frostleaf : (...Hah.)
(As if.)

<Background fades out and in>

Meteorite : (...It's warming back up again. Those three Reunion members left as well.)
Are they testing the functionality of something...?
...They appeared without making a sound, only leaving a trail of shivering cold in their wake.
They really are like those "yetis" from legend.

Frostleaf : Maybe my guess was right.
They might just be yetis.

<Background fades out and in>

Frostleaf : ...Found it.
Here's another wall that's been affected by the ice. But, look at this...

Meteorite : There's a chunk of black Originium lodged in the corner?
No wonder. The cold wave must have emanated from here.

Frostleaf : There are distinct patterns on the wall.
This chunk of Originium is the epicenter of all this.
...When I was a mercenary, there was a rumor circulating around.
In the northwest, the Infected were carrying out guerilla warfare against Ursus.
Among them was a towering monster.
As the rumor went, nothing could hold off its advance.
Shields would be crumpled, weapons would be snapped.
Everywhere the monster went, only a barren tundra, devoid of life, would remain.
And within that guerilla force, there was this one squad...
They were like the chill of winter itself.
The land was said to freeze underneath their feet.
Buildings would collapse, turned into nothing more than grains of snow drifting across an empty battlefield.
The trenches where the Ursus soldiers were stationed became their icy grave.

Meteorite : Are you saying that...

Frostleaf : Yes. I think this is that very legend...
...the "Yeti Squadron."
Let's keep going. I have a feeling that we're going to find the Reunion base soon.

Jessica : Ugh...

Meteorite : What's wrong?

Jessica : Do you smell that as well...
...the smell of something burning?

Operation story: 4-4

Before operation

Summary

After exchanging information with Ch'en, Amiya proposes a joint operation with the L.G.D., Ch'en quickly shoots down her proposal.
At this time, Jessica sends a message, stating that they've found two Reunion leaders – Mephisto and Faust[sic].

<Background 1>

Ch'en : Hope I didn't keep you waiting. The L.G.D. meeting took a little longer than expected.

Amiya : Don't worry about it, Madam Ch'en.
(She looks like nothing ever happened...)

Ch'en : How's the situation?

Amiya : Our scout team has already sent back some information.
I went through it and picked out a few things that might interest you.
Ah, Inspector Hoshiguma...

Hoshiguma : Don't worry about me. I'm just going to listen in.

Ch'en : Continue, Amiya. It's fine.

Amiya : Very well. We managed to get a lead from some Infected...
The scout team has already confirmed that there are several Reunion hideouts in Lungmen's residential district.

Ch'en : And?

Amiya : A number of Reunion squads are already planning to launch an attack against Lungmen's defenses.
We even found an infiltration channel that Reunion had been using.

Ch'en : Hah. Such arrogance.
They seem to be underestimating the L.G.D.
What about the ruins of Chernobog?

Amiya : Rhodes Island dispatched multiple recon squads there.
While most of the residents were gone, we did find many Reunion members still active there.
One team even had more than three encounters with Reunion forces.
However, based upon the intel we have, we are unable to conclusively link the movements in the city to any broader Reunion operations...
But I would recommend choosing this city as one of our important operation targets in the future.

Ch'en : ...I see.
Hoshiguma, help bring me my forms. Third drawer on the left side of my desk.

Hoshiguma : Right now? Sure thing.

Ch'en : Continue.

Amiya : Mm, to summarize...
Rhodes Island suggests a joint operation to completely eliminate the remaining Reunion forces in Lungmen.

Ch'en : No good.
The L.G.D. will not permit it.

Amiya : ...What? Madam Ch'en...?

Ch'en : I said, no.
You... are an Infected.
If you carry out any more missions in the slums, you'll only cause greater disorder.

Amiya : ...

Ch'en : This is our decision.

Amiya : But––

[Amiya's cellphone rings. ]

Amiya : Ah, excuse me, I need to take this call...
This is Amiya.

??? : Is, is this Amiya?

Amiya : ...! Jessica?

Jessica : Yes, Jessica here...

Amiya : Are you on a stealth mission? I can barely hear you...

Jessica : We found them in the city ruins...
Reunion's leaders...
There are... two of them.

Amiya : What?!

<Background 2>

Mephisto : So, you fled back here with your tail between your legs?

W : I am no mongrel like you and your lowly kind.

Mephisto : ...If not for the fact that you completed your mission, I would have added two more scars to your filthy face.

W : Didn't you lose all your limbs in that explosion? I'd feel sorry making a kid like you put makeup on my face with your mouth.

Mephisto : Pah.

W : But let's set this aside for now... It's not doing either of us any good.

Mephisto : I'll admit to that much.
Then, have they taken the bait?

W : Surely. Let's just see if that old flag-waver can bring back the real goods.
Speaking of which, you're pretty scared of that old timer, aren't you?

Mephisto : I'm already in a bad mood.

W : Oh my, sorry 'bout that.
But that's just before we land the catch, right?
How about we put aside our differences for the time being?

Mephisto : Tch. Fine.
I'll deal with the small fry first.
Rhodes Island, I know you're there.
...It's impossible to hide from me.

<Background fades out and in>

Meteorite : Jessica, don't!
It could be a trap...!

Jessica : He found us! We have to...
If we defeat the enemy leader... We have to...!

[Mephisto is alerted to Jessica's presence by an explosion that narrowly misses him. ]

Mephisto : Huh. They really were here.
Where'd you come from, little kitty~?
You can't just treat this place like your playground.
Hey, you bunch.

Reunion Member : Yessir!!

Mephisto : Before we get to feast upon the most sumptuous prey...
Help yourself to the appetizers.

Reunion Member : Ohhh... Ohhhhh! !

Frostleaf : Tsk...!

After operation

Summary

After being discovered, Meteorite's team tries to fight back but are ruthlessly suppressed by Mephisto while the Yeti Squad closes in.
With the situation looking hopeless, Frostleaf issues a dire warning to Amiya — stay away.

<Background 2>

Frostleaf : *gasp*... Damn it...

Jessica : We finally... got them...

Meteorite : ...
...No, not yet.

Jessica : What's that powder drifting down...?

[Some sort of dust falls down from the sky, which had a healing effect on the Reunion soldiers. ]

Reunion Member : Nngh... Guhh...
Uaaagh!
It hurts... It huuurrtsssss...
Aaagh... Aaaargh! It itches! It itches!!
Graaah?!!
Rhodes... Rhodes Island!
Enemy... Enemy!!

Jessica : What...! Wh-what's going on...
The enemies we just defeated are standing back up...?

Mephisto : What? Are you done already?

Frostleaf : There's a glow... coming from that guy's staff...?

Mephisto : I haven't even done anything yet.

Jessica : And... they've got a lot more reinforcements coming...

Meteorite : Curse you...!
Right now, I can only pray that this round can kill the enemy leader...!

Frostleaf : Don't.

Mephisto : Haha... Do you really have time for a strategy meeting in your position?
So much self-confidence.

Meteorite : Hmph. I'll teach you a lesson with this shot...

Frostleaf : No, Meteorite. Don't.

Meteorite : Tsk...! Why?!

Frostleaf : We need to retreat.
I can feel it...
It's them. They're here.

Mephisto : Ohh? You're not going to shoot?
What a pity.
You know, you won't get another chance.

Meteorite : Is he leaving? But––

Frostleaf : Meteorite! Aim at that collapsing building to the west, now! At least we can distract the enemy to buy us some time!

Meteorite : ...This is our only option! I'll do it!

[Meteorite fires a grenade at a nearby collapsing building, bringing it down and cutting off the route where the R.I. squad came from. ]

Frostleaf : Jessica, start running.

Jessica : Huh?

Frostleaf : ...The Yetis are here.

Jessica : Wait...
S-so cold...

Frostleaf : ... ...Let's go.
Now.

Meteorite : ...Jessica.
She's right.
We need to get out of here...!

Frostleaf : Amiya, can you hear me?
Hello? Hello?

Meteorite : Just go! I'll cover you!

Frostleaf : Listen, Amiya.
...Do not come.
These ruins are...

Operation story: 4-5

Before operation

Summary

Meteorite's team was not the only one that was attacked. The other recon squads had all been attacked.
Even Ch'en was forced to admit that the situation could afford no delay.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Frostleaf? Frostleaf?!
What's going on...

Guard : Amiya! This is the 2nd Recon Squad....
We're currently retreating! But, the enemy...
Reunion...
...

Amiya : It cut out again?
3rd Recon Squad! Do you copy? 3rd Recon Squad!
...

Ch'en : ...

Kal'tsit : Amiya.

Amiya : Dr Kal'tsit! It's me! Did you get––

Kal'tsit : I've been continuously monitoring them from the bridge.
I need you to ask something to that officer next to you.
Ask her...
"How long does Lungmen intend to keep playing dumb?"

Ch'en : I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
But, we certainly don't have time to waste.

Hoshiguma : What happened? I just went to grab some forms, and you two look all serious now.
...A new mission?

Ch'en : Correct.

Amiya : Everyone... Gear up. It's about time for us to head out.
Madam Ch'en, I'm am formally requesting that the L.G.D. provide assistance to Rhodes Island on this rescue mission.
We may even be dealing with Reunion's new temporary headquarters...

Ch'en : ...

Amiya : Furthermore, I believe that our recon squads are still out there fighting, even if we can't see them...

After operation

Summary

Ch'en finally stops being stubborn and agrees to cooperate with Rhodes Island.
After communicating with Kal'tsit, Amiya decides to rescue Meteorite's team.

<Background 1>

Amiya : At this point... we're out of other options. Madam Ch'en, if you deny my request...
Rhodes Island will act alone.
These actions don't violate any of the terms of our cooperation.

Ch'en : Of course we'll be there.

Amiya : ...Is that so...
...
In that case, thank you on behalf of Rhodes Island...
I know that Lungmen still sees us as Infected...

Ch'en : It's not a big deal.
However, I'm not sure if our squads will be able to make it into the ruins.
We'll have to play it by ear.
If the situation allows, we will definitely help.
However, our top priority is still to eliminate Reunion.

Amiya : That... that's enough for us.
...Thank you, Madam Ch'en.

Ch'en : Sorry, I have my own duties.
Did you hear me, Doc?
We will join up with Rhodes Island.

Kal'tsit : Amiya, be careful.
This won't be a simple task.

Amiya : I will.

Kal'tsit : Right, I've managed to put together some pieces of intel.
Rhodes Island has already deployed rescue squads to assist the other recon squads.
But Meteorite's squad is too far and we cannot reach them.
This is where you come in.

Amiya : Only Meteorite's squad...
I understand. I'll go look for them.

Kal'tsit : I'll send you the coordinates later.
Remember, safety is your top priority.

Amiya : Understood.

<Background fades out and in>

Hoshiguma : So, when are we heading out?

Ch'en : Right now.

Hoshiguma : I'll go get ready. Notify the other L.G.D. members.

Ch'en : All right.
Amiya, we'll leave from here in ten minutes.

Amiya : Okay.

<Background black>

Amiya : Please be safe...

Operation story: 4-6

Before operation

Summary

Amiya's team arrives at the satellite city ruins, and discovers the alarming situation in the city.
During the conversation, someone catches Ch'en's attention, prompting her to give chase alone. Amiya's team tries to follow her, but are blocked by Reunion combatants.

<Background 1>

Amiya : We've arrived.
...What a depressing place.

Ch'en : Any mention of this on the news?

Hoshiguma : None.
By the looks of things, Ursus decided to abandon this place.

Ch'en : A deserted city, huh...
It[sic] this city has already become a Reunion stronghold, it's only going to cause more and more problems for Lungmen.

Hoshiguma : It's too close to Lungmen.
But if Skullshatterer was taking commands from this place, we can't afford to ignore it.
But... what exactly happened to this part of Chernobog?
It's impossible for it to have moved this far after being hit by the Catastrophe.
And why would it appear here?

Amiya : From the observation data we've gathered... this happened in the aftermath of the Catastrophe.
Which means that this subsection was destroyed only after it reached here.

Hoshiguma : Hah. Seems like Rhodes Island has some skilled Catastrophe Messengers.
It's good to be cautious.
We've been ambushed by poorly-organized thugs our entire way here...
Like vultures circling overhead, looking for carcasses among the ruins.
It makes my skin crawl.

Amiya : I've confirmed the coordinates. We'll have to continue moving deeper––
But judging from the terrain, we won't be able to move all our forces together.

Hoshiguma : Are we approaching the Originium-dense parts?

<Background fades out>

Talulah : ...
(I didn't expect you to be here.)

<Background fades in>

Hoshiguma : Ch'en, what do you think...

Ch'en : ...

Hoshiguma : Ch'en?

<Background fades out>

Ch'en : How...

<Background fades in>

Hoshiguma : ...!
Ch'en, where are you going?!
Damn it, she just took off running! Who could that have been...

Amiya : ...I didn't manage to get a good look either!
But that silhouette seemed like...
We have to follow her...

Reunion Member : ...
Stop!

Hoshiguma : What bad timing...!
That guy is no ordinary henchman...
And... where did all of those Originium slugs crawl out from?

Amiya : Those creatures... look like they might explode!

Hoshiguma : Dr.{nickname}!
Make sure our operators exercise utmost caution!!

After operation

Summary

After the battle, Ch'en is already nowhere to be seen.
Given the risks posed by operating in an Originium-rich environment, Amiya leads Rhodes Island deeper into the city after communicating with Hoshiguma, having the L.G.D. stay on the periphery to serve as support.

<Background 1>

Amiya : We've defeated Reunion's forces!

Hoshiguma : Bah. For a bunch of roadblocks, these guys were a bit tough.
...
There's no sign of Ch'en.

Amiya : We're in a real mess now...

Hoshiguma : She's not responding to my calls either! Tsk... This part of her hasn't ever changed.
L.G.D.! All members, prepare to follow me––

Amiya : No, Inspector Hoshiguma.
You should let us handle it.
We're approaching the Originium-dense zones left by the Catastrophe...
If you go any further, the healthy risk being infected by Oripathy.
These consequences are too dire.
Furthermore, as Infected...

Hoshiguma : Hah. Given your small stature, it's cute when you try to give serious speeches.

Amiya : ...
Eh? Huh?!

Hoshiguma : Hahaha, I was just giving you a hard time.
But you don't have to persuade me. I understand your concern.
L.G.D.! We will be Rhodes Island's shield!
Block the entrance, and don't let a single Reunion member enter or exit!
We'll let the experts handle this problem!

Amiya : Inspector...

Hoshiguma : Oh, just call me Hoshiguma.
Go. Please take care of Ch'en.
Make sure you bring her back with you in one piece.

Amiya : I will, Hoshiguma...! I swear I'll bring Madam Ch'en back safely...!

Hoshiguma : Make sure to stay safe yourselves.

Amiya : Okay!
Doctor, please follow me.
Rhodes Island, let's go!

<Background black>

Amiya : (Wait for me, Madam Ch'en...)
(Frostleaf, Meteorite, Jessica...)
(You have to stay strong!)

<Background 2>

Medic : We've retrieved the recon team that we were last in contact with.
It's... looking really bad...

Kal'tsit : ...
Rubor, hypothermia, and necrosis...
What's going on here?

Wounded Operator : Ngh...

Kal'tsit : Completely frostbitten...?

Operation story: 4-7

Before operation

Summary

Being able to find traces of battle left behind by Meteorite's team is slightly reassuring, but the information that Kal'tsit brings is a mix of good and bad news.
The group continues to advance, and Kal'tsit seems to have a plan of her own.

<Background 1>

Amiya : This place... is filled with fallen Reunion.
...The blood from his wounds had been frozen, but his other body parts remained intact.
This is Frostleaf's technique.
...Those ruins over there look like they were caused by explosives.
It's probably Meteorite's work.
(Frostleaf... Jessica... Meteorite... I'm sure they're still alive...)

Kal'tsit : Amiya, all the rescue squads have reached Rhodes Island.
We've extracted all the recon squads except for Meteorite's.
No Operators were lost on this mission, but...
Everyone suffered frostbite with varying degrees of severity.
You must take note of this.

Amiya : ...Frostbite?

Kal'tsit : All our recon squads observed a special group of Reunion troops wandering around the city.
Unlike the reckless Reunion soldiers we're used to fighting, these members had a special way of fighting.
Be cautious.

Amiya : I.... I understand.

Kal'tsit : Dr {nickname}, am I clear?

Doctor : I understand.

Kal'tsit : Very well then.
I also have some things to do.
Amiya, even if Dr {nickname} is very helpful, you can't rely too much on a single person.

Amiya : ...

Kal'tsit : Also, mind the rings.

Amiya : I know.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Dr Kal'tsit actually worries about you a lot.
Before we realized it...
Dangerous beasts have bared their fangs.

Doctor : Reunion is bearing down upon us. / Our retreat has been cut off... / These thugs really have it out for us.

Amiya : Mm... They will do everything they can to keep us from getting away.
But, we didn't come here to run away.
Rhodes Island will break through their ranks.
We're going to rescue Meteorite's squad!

<Background black>

Kal'tsit : Projekt Red, do you copy?
Ahh, yes.
That's right. I'll meet you at the slums' east entrance.
Mhm. It'll just be the two of us.
We'll be fine.
Just the two of us are more than enough to fight against Reunion.

After operation

Summary

The team finally locates Ch'en and persuades her to return to the L.G.D.
But Rhodes Island still needs to rescue Meteorite's team, meaning that they will have to fight alone.

<Background 1>

Amiya : We've had to fight through so many Reunion just to reach this observation point...
Huh...?
Is that... Madam Ch'en?
Madam Ch'en!
...
(Why are there so many bodies...)
(So many fallen Reunion troops... did Madam Ch'en do all this by herself?!)

Ch'en : ...!
It's you...
I lost control of myself. Sorry...
I might have fallen into the enemy's trap...

Amiya : No... It's fine, we're still on track with the original plan. It's just that...
The one who appeared earlier... was that Talulah?

Ch'en : ...
...No. It doesn't matter now. My gut feeling was wrong. This place doesn't look like some place that person would be anyway.
Our mission still remains top priority.
...Without me, the L.G.D. would struggle to carry out this search mission.
Especially given this current situation...
It's a lot more complicated than I expected.
With things as they are, it's far too risky to push further alone.

Amiya : Madam Ch'en, we also hope that you can return to the L.G.D. right away.
The large amounts of Originium residue left here by the Catastrophe is very harmful to the uninfected.
Even if you brought medication beforehand, it won't last long...

Ch'en : What about you?

Amiya : Our mission is to protect Lungmen and eliminate threats––
But the most important reason for us coming here is to rescue our operators.
Rhodes Island does not turn its back on anyone.
Therefore, we will continue to carry out our combat operations.

Ch'en : ...
I'll bring my squad to merge with yours... if the situation allows for it.

Amiya : That's great.
Madam Ch'en! Rhodes Island can dispatch a squad to escort you...

Ch'en : No need.

Amiya : ...
...Madam Ch'en has a lot of pride, huh?
Hmm? Doctor?
Don't worry...
I know... Rhodes Island will be fighting alone again.
But, it's too early to be feeling down.
Come on, Jessica and the others are still waiting for us.

Operation story: 4-8

Before operation

Summary

The team meets Frostleaf first at the designated coordinates.
Frostleaf explains that the situation is complicated and cannot be explained immediately. The most pressing matter is to rescue Meteorite and Jessica.

<Background black>

Amiya : Hmm...?
Where is this...
We're getting close to the coordinates that Frostleaf sent us, but...
What a disgusting smell.
It's the stench of something burning...?
Where did Reunion lead us to?
Tsk! Watch out for the sneak attack!

[An explosion is heard. ]

Amiya : Darn it...!

<Background 1>

Reunion Caster : I... I missed?!

Reunion Member : Don't worry. We're safe here!

Reunion Caster : Guh...

Reunion Member : Wh-what's wrong?

Reunion Caster : Guh... urgh... aah...

??? : He won't be able to answer you.

Reunion Member : Wh-what?!

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : From that building!
Wait, is that...
Frostleaf! Frostleaf, is that you

[Frostleaf emerges from a nearby building. ]

Frostleaf : It is. I've taken care of the enemy.
Sorry for making you worry, Amiya.
Ugh...

Amiya : Are you injured?
Medic, hurry!
No way... Why is your body all frostbitten? What happened to you...

Frostleaf : Don't worry, it's minor.
Meteorite and Jessica are still in the main square.
They should be safe for the time being, but it's hard to say how long that's going to last for.
I managed to lure the enemy out, so Reunion hasn't found them yet.

Amiya : The enemy?

Frostleaf : Our cover hasn't been blown yet, so there's no need for concern yet.
But, he's going to come soon...

[Mephisto shows up. ]

Mephisto : Where are you hiding, little fox?
Hurry and come out. Our game of hide and seek is about to come to an end.
For every minute you stay hidden, I'll break another one of your friends' fingers––
Do you still plan to keep running?

Amiya : (Mephisto...!)

Frostleaf : (He's bluffing. Don't take the bait.)

Amiya : (What is he doing...)

<Background fades out and in>

Frostleaf : Reunion is moving.

Amiya : That little...!
We have to get in touch with Meteorite...
...Huh?
Why can't I get through? We've clearly already crossed the contaminated area...

Frostleaf : *sigh*...
Take a look at this.

Amiya : Your communicator?
...!
It's... frozen over? Did it get... ruined by the frost?

Frostleaf : Mephisto is a nobody.
There's something wandering in this city...
...that is far more terrifying.

Amiya : Something more terrifying?

Frostleaf : The Yetis. If we run into them, we'll be in serious trouble.

Amiya : Yetis? Are you talking about the Yeti Squadron? What are they exactly...?

Frostleaf : I don't have time to explain right now.
But they are the ones... behind the sudden temperature drop, as well as our squads' injuries.
It seems like this squad has already established their territory within this city.

Amiya : The sky is getting darker. This is a good opportunity for us...
We'll be able to cross this open area more easily.
Let's go rescue Meteorite and Jessica first.

Frostleaf : I'll lead the way.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : ...
What are those things in the main square? I can't really see...
Are they... statues of some sort? Their shapes are really strange...
And this smell makes me want to vomit...

Frostleaf : ...
Over here. Don't get separated.
Don't go look at those things...
––We have company.
Let's take them out before they notice us.

After operation

Summary

Frostleaf leads the way, helping the team find Meteorite and Jessica. However, Jessica seems to be traumatized by something she saw.
Under Amiya's guidance, she is able to gradually leave the terror behind her.

<Background 1>

Meteorite : ...!

<Background fades out and in>

Frostleaf : I know it's you behind there. Hold your fire.
Look who I brought.

Amiya : Meteorite, it's us!

Meteorite : Who? Is that.. Amiya?!
Amiya! Amiya, you really came!
It's so good to see you...

<Background fades out and in>

Meteorite : ...
...but you shouldn't have come. This whole thing is one big trap.
It wasn't worth it for you to come to our rescue.
This was the wrong decision...!

Frostleaf : There's no point in blaming her now.
Besides, even if everyone else doesn't think you can be rescued, Amiya would still not give up on you.

Meteorite : I wasn't blaming her! It's just that...
Tsk. Sorry, Amiya.

Amiya : It's okay. I'm just glad to see that you're all still safe.

Meteorite : Amiya...

Amiya : But... what happened to Jessica?

Jessica : Ugh...

Meteorite : She's... still in shock.
Originally, I wanted to wait for her to get better, but...
It seems like she's been... traumatized.

Jessica : ...

Amiya : Jessica, are you okay?

Jessica : ...

Amiya : This is all I can do...
Frostleaf, do me a favor. Place her hands on my arm, and hold her fingers tight.

Frostleaf : ...Sure thing.

Amiya : Good.
...

[Amiya uses her powers on Jessica... ]

Amiya : ...!!

[...as the background rapidly shifts between different sceneries... ]

Amiya : Ngh...

Frostleaf : Amiya!

[...and colors. ]

Amiya : I'm fine! It's just... Nnh...
Such deep sorrow...

<Background 2>

Amiya : It's a bit vague, but...

Jessica : ...

??? : Jessica!!
It's fine now...
You have to be strong, Jessica...!

Jessica : ...?
...Amiya...?

Amiya : ...
I'm here.

Jessica : Amiya... Amiya...

Amiya : There, there... Everything will be okay.

<Background 1>

Meteorite : Jessica... Are you alright...?

Jessica : Amiya... What was I...
...I'm so sorry... I didn't think... I didn't think that...

Amiya : It's fine now...

Jessica : Those, those... Auugh...

Amiya : I know what it's like.
Yes, I've also experienced it...
...Wanting to run, but your legs not moving...
...Wanting to scream, but your voice not coming out...
I understand what you've been through, Jessica... I've been there too.

Jessica : ...

Amiya : Try standing up.
You don't need to be afraid anymore...
Because we're all together now. You're not alone. We'll always be there for you.
Let's go back to Rhodes Island together.
Franka and Liskarm are waiting for you.

Jessica : ...
...Mhm!

Frostleaf : ...
Amiya... You... what did you do just now...

Amiya : Shh... Keep it a secret from Dr Kal'tsit.

Operation story: 4-9

Before operation

Summary

Mephisto suddenly reappears before anyone has the time to take a sigh of relief. Under his words, Reunion once again declared its existence to the world.
This time, Amiya decides that she won't run away any longer.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Meteorite...
What exactly did Jessica see...? Were you with her?

Meteorite : ...It's better if you don't find out.
It has nothing to do with our combat operations... so don't worry about it right now.

Amiya : ...?

<Background fades out>

??? : How long are you going to keep hiding, Rhodes Island insects?!

<Background fades in>

Amiya : (...! Mephisto! Did he find us?)

Frostleaf : (Don't make any noises. Not yet. It's just another one of his tricks.)

<Background fades out and in>

Mephisto : Aww, still don't feel like coming out?
Don't think I didn't see your reinforcements coming.
Well, whatever. I have something to show you. I'm sure you'll like it.
Looking back now... We were originally planning to take over Chernobog from the very beginning...
We waited for so, so long... and finally our time has come...
The moment when we take our revenge against Ursus! Against those who persecuted us Infected!
But, what about the fellows in this sub-city?

Mephisto : They ran away.
They had pretty quick reactions. Ran away before we had a chance to take action.
Disconnected themselves, and took off as quickly as they could––
But where did they hope to escape to?

<Background 1>

Mephisto : Our comrades had long permeated every district, waiting for our opportunity.
In the end, we caught up to them, and gave them the punishment they deserved.
These cowards, these perpetrators; what were we to do with them?
It's simple – we would make an example of them!
A proclamation that all injustices against the Infected would be purged...
...Yes, that is the symbol of the Reunion Movement...
Let them all turn into effigies of terror, one by one!
You, set that nearby effigy on fire! Let there be light!

Reunion Member : Yessir!

Mephisto : Come, light up this entire city! Let Rhodes Island see what happens to all of these cowardly oppressors!

Meteorite : (––Don't!)

<Background black>

Doctor : (Quickly cover Amiya's eyes)

Amiya : Doctor...? !

Doctor : Don't look! / ...

Frostleaf : ...
It's... a burning hellscape of malevolence and madness...

Amiya : ...
Doctor, let go of me.
I'm fine.
...No, you must let me see it.
One day, I must hold him accountable for his actions. Besides, I used to...

Doctor : (Let go of her)

Jessica : Why... Why...

Meteorite : Jessica, calm down.
––That bastard!

Frostleaf : ...This is too atrocious...

<Background 1>

Amiya : The smell of burning flesh...
... ...

<Background fades out and in>

Mephisto : How long to you intend to keep hiding, my dear rabbit of Chernobog?
I saw your little rabble sneaking around earlier, so I thought you might've been up to something.
But turns out, you're just here to enjoy the show... How boring.
Looks like you brought an entire party with you?

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Did you do all this?

Mephisto : Of course~
Without using some terror tactics, how else were we supposed to minimize the losses?
Make an example out of these ten percent...
...and the other ninety percent fall into line.
This, you see, can be considered the best way of saving lives.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : ...
...
...Doctor.
I am not the same person I was back then..
Even though you might not remember...
Yes... Back then, I was timid, fragile, and easily scared... I couldn't move forward without you...
I might even look the same way right now.
But the difference is, I've now seen more than enough tragedies.
I don't want to see something like this happen ever again.
...But nothing will change unless I face reality!

<Background black>

Amiya : ...
After all, I have to remind myself.
I can't afford to retreat...
I have to continue to fight on!

After operation

Summary

Despite the momentum of Amiya's team, Mephisto seems to face no pressure at all.
Right when Mephisto is about to be struck, the entire world freezes over in the blink of an eye. FrostNova has arrived.

<Background 1>

Meteorite : Frostleaf, watch out! Don't rush so far forward!

Frostleaf : I know what I'm doing!

Reunion Member : Aaah! Aaaagghhh!
She sliced through the shield using a blade of frigid air?
Wh-what?!

Frostleaf : Get lost!

Meteorite : Amiya! Frostleaf has broken the enemy's formation, and is now charging towards their commander!

Amiya : Snipers, casters, I need you to cover Frostleaf!

<Background fades out and in>

Mephisto : Ohh...?
And just what do you want, little fox?

Frostleaf : I want you to scream and beg. I want you to pay...
...with your life.

Amiya : Out of my way!

[Amiya used her Arts against the Reunion soldier engaging her. ]

Reunion Member : Woah!
B-Black Arts...
H-hurry, run for it!
I don't want to end up like Mephisto's minions...!

Amiya : Mephisto, we're not letting you get away!

<Background fades out and in>

Mephisto : Heh. I should have guessed that these goons weren't enough to stop you.

Amiya : You're going to pay for what you've done, you sick bastard!

Frostleaf : You can't escape.

Mephisto : Little fox, you're getting a bit too close for comfort.

Frostleaf : Because I am the one who will take your life.
Those who do not respect the sanctity of life...
Do not deserve on of their own.

Mephisto : Hehhh...

<Background 2>

Mephisto : Is that so.

[Suddenly the temperature drops rapidly and the area is frozen solid. ]

Frostleaf : ?!
What... My feet...?

Meteorite : Amiya! Reunion forces are appearing from all directions! Even though there aren't a lot of them...
...
Oh no, it's the Yeti Squadron...
They've all... come together!

<Background black>

Mephisto : All right, I need to introduce you to a new friend.
Ahem~ Next up, put your hands together for the real star of the show...
The nightmare of the northwest tundra, the master of the Yetis...
Miss... Frost... Novaaaaaaa!
She will freeze every bit of your flesh, every drop of your blood...
Bit. By. Bit!

Amiya : ...We need to get out of here...!

[The temperature drops further as a Cautus emerges from the burning remains of the Chernobogians. ]

FrostNova : ...

<Background 3>

FrostNova : Mephisto...
I should have left you to slowly freeze to death in the tundra like the psychopath you are.

<Background 2>

Mephisto : Oh my, scary, scary~
But Rhodes Island is right in front of us.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Frostleaf...
Back up.

Frostleaf : ...
Amiya, take them with you.

Amiya : I refuse!
That person... that person is...!

Frostleaf : She's... coming towards me.
We can't win.
Hah... Even though I would've liked to live a bit longer...
I'm glad that I had the chance to meet all of you.

Frostleaf : Hurry.

Amiya : Frostleaf?!

Frostleaf : Hurry!

[As FrostNova approaches the R.I. squad, a dreadful chill can be felt all around her. ]

FrostNova : ...
Don't worry, Rhodes Island.
I'll give you a painless death.

Operation story: 4-10

Before operation

Summary

FrostNova's overwhelming power forces the group into a fight for their survival.
But now more than ever, it's do or die.

[FrostNova's mere presence causes everything around her to be frozen... ]

Jessica : The temperature... is dropping sharply?
There's ice forming on the ground...
It's so cold...
Unbelievable... even the burning effigy was frozen over....!
The flames were put out... Dark clouds have covered the sky...

[...as shards of ice forms on the ground. ]

Jessica : Aaahh...!

Amiya : Don't panic!
Jessica, Blacksteel operator!

Jessica : ...
Yes!

Amiya : Stay in position!

Jessica : Roger!

Meteorite : What are you doing, Frostleaf?!

<Background 1>

[The temperature drops even further. ]

Amiya : She's... draining all the heat from her surroundings!
I never knew she was able to affect such a wide area!

Frostleaf : Heh... Master of the Yetis...
I've never met... anyone with a lower body temperature than mine.

Meteorite : Frostleaf!

Frostleaf : Meteorite... To be honest, I wanted to...
Distract her... and buy some time for you...

Meteorite : You...

Frostleaf : But... my body... is completely frozen.
I can't... move my feet anymore.

Meteorite : Frostleaf! !

Frostleaf : Amiya, take them with you, and fight your way out of here.
In less than a minute, the enemy commander... will have frozen this entire square.
Don't make me die for nothing.

Meteorite : Amiya... We can't... I won't leave her!

Amiya : I understand.
I won't leave Frostleaf behind.
I will not... leave anyone behind!
I'll hold off the enemy squads' movements.
Meteorite... I'm counting on you to bring Frostleaf back!!

Meteorite : Roger!

Amiya : Doctor! Please lead our squads!

Doctor : Way ahead of you! / (Nod) / Affirmative!

Frostleaf : ...
Now that I think about it...
I've only used these Arts once before.
"Wherever there is blood..."

FrostNova : Hah.
So you want to use your ice... to counter mine?

Frostleaf : Nnh...!

FrostNova : How will you do that if you can't even use your tongue anymore?

Frostleaf : You...

FrostNova : ...
Yeti Squadron, spread out.

Reunion Member : Roger.

FrostNova : My brethren...
Flush them out, and freeze their blood.

Reunion Member : Understood.

Amiya : "...Your mind can hide nothing from me."

Reunion Member : An incantation?
The rabbit of Rhodes Island...
Black... lines? ...What the hell is that?
Wh-what kind of Arts is that––
W-wait, why is that thing... worming past our barriers? !
Don'tndash;–
...Aaaaaghh!!!!
M-my body! It's on fire...! It's burning!

Amiya : Meteorite!

Meteorite : I know!
Please, keep distracting them!

Reunion Member : N-n-no... so cold...!
Nnngh... it hurts so much!
...Gaah... No, no more...

FrostNova : ...!
Hurry! Don't let them hurt our comrades any further!

Reunion Member : Understood!

FrostNova : Your Originium Arts... are very formidable.
...

Frostleaf : Nnh... aagh...
Damn you... Get away... from me...
Nnnh...
...

FrostNova : I won't give you a chance to use your Arts, girl.
Now, close your eyes and sleep.
I'll put you out of your misery soon.

Meteorite : Th-this witch...!

FrostNova : ...
I take it that you're Amiya.

Amiya : ...!

FrostNova : ...
I like the look in your eyes.
That is how a warrior should look.

Amiya : ...

FrostNova : I'm sorry...

Amiya : Why are you...

FrostNova : ......♬
——♪——♬——

Amiya : ...!
What's going on here?

FrostNova : ——♬——♬——

Amiya : ...It's snowing?

FrostNova : ......♪
"Sleep, my children. Sleep.
Hedgehog dolls and teddy bears..." ......

Meteorite : This strange melody...
...She's casting her Arts!

FrostNova : "Sink quietly into black...♪
...My broken puppets and dolls♬"

Amiya : ...
Even more shards of black ice are appearing out of thin air?!

Jessica : The ice shards are slowly falling onto the ground!

Meteorite : Shoot, the ground is freezing wherever the shards fall...?
The black ice...
It's spreading...?!

Amiya : The ice crystals are eroding everything around us!
Don't let her finish her song! !

Doctor : Rhodes Island, we're going all out!

After operation

Summary

Frostleaf's valiant efforts finally give a chance for Amiya a chance to break through, and everyone is able to retreat at last.
However, when they return, they quickly find out that Lungmen itself ...

<Background 1>

Frostleaf : *cough* *cough*...

Amiya : Meteorite! We've managed to push the Yeti Squadron back!
But...

FrostNova : I seem to have underestimated you, Rhodes Island.
Perhaps I held back a bit too much.

Amiya : (I can't feel my fingers anymore... Damn it...)
...What's going on...?
The cold current... is still gathering around her?

FrostNova : This time...
You won't be so lucky.

Amiya : ...? !
Oh no...!
Is she trying to absorb all the ice surrounding us and release it at once? !

FrostNova : ——♩——♬——

Amiya : ...She's going to drain all the heat from our bodies!
These Arts are on a complete different scale from what we saw before...!

FrostNova : Let it all come to an end.
May your anger be buried by purest frost.

Amiya : ...Nnngh...!

FrostNova : ...♩...

[Just before FrostNova finishes chanting her Arts, Frostleaf interrupts her with a strike from her axe. ]

FrostNova : ...?!
Something... is stopping the cold from gathering...

Frostleaf : ...Gah...

FrostNova : Is this your doing?

Frostleaf : Didn't I already tell you...
I won't let you... come any closer...!

FrostNova : ...Did you disrupt my cold current using your own Arts?
...What a good kid.

Amiya : Frostleaf used her blade to sever the cold current...!
But, but... she can't hold out long in that condition!
Her blade... it's about to break!

Meteorite : ...That's more than enough.
This is our last chance!
Amiya... now is the time!
Cover me!

Amiya : Be careful!

Meteorite : Roger!

Amiya : Starting firing – suppress Reunion's movements!
Meteorite, go!

Meteorite : On my way...!

[Meteorite attacks the Reunion soldiers with her explosive munitions. ]

Reunion Member : What?! The enemy is... rushing towards us?
No, she's... she's going straight towards FrostNova?!
As if we'd let you!
Fire!

[The Reunion soldiers return fire at Meteorite... ]

Meteorite : Agh...!

Amiya : Meteorite!!

Meteorite : Don't worry, it wasn't a direct hit!

[...who retaliates... ]

Reunion Member : She, she's still able to run?!
Damn it!
I told you! You'll never reach the Yetis!
Keep firing! Don't give her an opening!

[...until she is hit by the Reunion attacks. ]

Meteorite : ...Oh no!
Gaah...!

Jessica : Nooo!! She... she was hit... It can't be...

Meteorite : ...It's just a scratch! You'll have to do better than that if you want to stop me!!

Amiya : More... I need to do more...

[The temperature begins to drop again. ]

FrostNova : *cough* *cough*...

Amiya : ...!
(The flow of the cold air... fluctuated for a moment?)
Wait... Where is that flow coming from...
––!
I know this feeling...!
Could it be...?!
I'll just have to give this a try!
I have to hit it...!
Everyone, believe in me!

[Amiya used her Arts to destroy an Originium crystal nearby, releasing a cold haze to the surroundings. ]

Reunion Member : ...?
Rhodes Island's leader...
She shattered the Originium we planted with her Arts?
It's getting hazy...

Amiya : I knew it! FrostNova created that cold current by planting Originium!
Meteorite!! Now's your chance!

Meteorite : Frostleaf...
I... I promise to save you!!
So, wait for me...
Please wait for me!

<Background fades out and in>

??? : Wake up!

Frostleaf : Nnh...?

??? : I've got you!

Frostleaf : Who...

??? : Up here! Quick! Hold on to me!

Frostleaf : Meteo...rite?

Meteorite : Who said you could play the hero?!
Do you think I could just sit there and watch you die?

[Meteorite fires her munitions. ]

Frostleaf : Put me down... I'm not... some pet...

Meteorite : I won't let go of you!
Amiya! Jessica!!

Jessica : ...All right!
Everyone, let's get out of here!

Amiya : Meteorite, go ahead with Frostleaf. I'll cover your retreat!

Meteorite : Understood!

Frostleaf : ...Gah...

Meteorite : Haah... Haah...
Frostleaf... hang in there...!
Don't die... don't you dare die on me!!

Frostleaf : Don't worry... you can't get rid of me that easily...

Meteorite : Jeez, both you and Amiya too! Why do both of you have to be like this?!
No matter how strong you might be... you're both just kids after all!

Frostleaf : You're still treating me like a kid...?
...If I could save all of you by giving up my life, I think that's a pretty good deal.

Meteorite : You... Mark my words! If you ever try to do something like this again...
If you ever... I'd...

Frostleaf : *sigh*... Sorry.
Start running, Meteorite.
Don't... look back...!

Amiya : Hurry! Just go!!
Evacuate this area immediately! Protect the medics and the injured!
Snipers...! Aim at those effigies. Keep firing!!
Disrupt their formation! Demolish the entire building to cover our escape!

[The R.I. destroys a nearby building, covering the surroundings in hazy cloud. ]

Amiya : *cough* *cough*...
The explosions are making the haze thicker...!
Here's our opening! Get moving!!
Everyone, we're retreating from this square!!

[The R.I. escapes, using the diversion from the building's destruction. ]

FrostNova : So... they got away.

<Background black>

FrostNova : *cough*...
*cough*...
...
How long have you been watching?

??? : Just a few minutes.
These warriors are worthy of praise.

FrostNova : Tch.

??? : Be careful.
Your body isn't in very good condition.

FrostNova : ...I don't need you to remind me.
Just do what you need to do, old timer.

<Background black>

FrostNova : I'm going to go after Rhodes Island.
We have to get rid of them first. Only then, will we be able...
...to go to Lungmen.

??? : ...

<Background 2>

[The R.I. catches a break after escaping from FrostNova and the Yeti Squadron. ]

Amiya : Phew...
Haah......
We're almost at the escape point.
Doctor, we...

Meteorite : ...Amiya!! We've finally gotten through to the L.G.D.!!
It's an emergency communication!!

Amiya : Madam Ch'en!!

Ch'en : Listen... up...

Amiya : Madam Ch'en? Can you hear me clearly?

<Background black>

Ch'en : ...Lungmen...

Amiya : ...What's going on?!

Ch'en : ...I'm safe now.
But...

<Background black>

Ch'en : ...
...Reunion took over one of our important facilities and is now forcefully opening a passage between the slums and the outer city.

Ch'en : Amiya...
Lungmen... is in danger.

<Background black>

「... ... 」

Mephisto : W managed to lure Lungmen and Rhodes Island right into our trap.
That's right. They won't be able to escape. Faust and Crownslayer have already broken their defenses at one location.
As you said, this will be our opening to flood into Lungmen.
We will set up ambushes around every corner. The road to Lungmen will run red with fresh blood.
Right, that old flag-waver should be coming back to Chernobog soon.
Our victory is assured.
Do you have any other orders for me, Talulah?

Talulah : ...
The time is upon us...
...to turn this rotten city into ashes.

Operation story: 5-1

Before operation

Summary

Ch'en, who just woke up from a nightmare, find herself inside the Rhodes Island landship with her colleage, Swire, standing next to her.
Judging from Swire's account, Ch'en had been attacked by enemies earlier.

<Background black>

??? : We'll be friends from now on. Those adults won't be able to bully us anymore!
Don't be afraid. From now on, I'll help you no matter what happens.
If something bad happens to me, you'd better help me too! That's what friends are for!
Hehe, we'll always be together, right?

??? : Do you still remember what you did when that old duke snatched her away?
Can you really do whatever it takes for the sake of Lungmen?
Now, Wei Yenwu, what – or who – are you going to sacrifice this time?

Ch'en : Nngh... Ugh...

??? : Hey, wake up!

Ch'en : Save her...

??? : Officer Ch'en, wake up!

Ch'en : ...Let me through! Let me...

??? : Puk gaai,[note 1] I don't have time to deal with this right now!

「*splash*— 」

Ch'en : Hnnf!
*cough* *cough*...

??? : Finally awake?

Ch'en : Ack...
What...
Hoshiguma, hurry! Reunion—
...

<Background 1>

??? : Are you done daydreaming? Good grief, you're a mess.

Ch'en : Why are you here? Where's my squad?

??? : What if I told you that they were all killed in action?

Ch'en : If you're itching for a beating, then you'd better queue up behind Reunion.

??? : I see your tongue is as sharp as ever. How come your performance in battle doesn't follow suit?

[Hoshiguma approaches Ch'en and Swire. ]

Hoshiguma : What's going on over here? I leave for a moment, and you two are already at each others' throats?
Miss Swire, would it kill you to be a little less sarcastic towards her?

Swire : Hmph.

Hoshiguma : You too, Ch'en, you only just woke up...
Wait, why do you look like you just got into a fight with a watering cart?

Ch'en : Ask her.

Hoshiguma : Young lady, what's this empty glass doing here? I remember pouring a glass of water for each of you.

Swire : She was spouting nonsense in her sleep.

Hoshiguma : Good grief...

Ch'en : Where are we?

Hoshiguma : In a cabin in Rhodes Island.

Swire : Officer Ch'en, you and your team retreated to Lungmen about 45 minutes ago.
You might've thought that you hid your tracks well, but Reunion did not think that was the case.

After operation

Summary

While quarreling with Swire, Ch'en gradually begins to comprehend the crisis in Lungmen.
As they say in Lungmen, "everything has gone to shit."

<Background black>

「7:55 AM \ Overcast
Rhodes Island Cabin #7, Lok Tai Chau, Lungmen Harbor 」

<Background 1>

Swire : I teamed up with Rhodes Island to clear out the Reunion forces that were blocking your way. Your squad is pretty much fine as well. Heheh~ You can finally go back to Lungmen.
Just when you thought that everything had settled down, you took a blast head-on and got knocked out.

Ch'en : ...Really?

Swire : Are you asking if you really let someone sneak up on you like that, or if you really managed to get hit with explosives but only end up unconscious?

Ch'en : Forget it, stop pulling my leg. What's the situation in Lungmen now?

Swire : It's a terrible mess. Read the report yourself if you'd like.
Regardless of what happened before, the fact is that our counterattack has been significantly set back because of you.
Right now, the Special Ops Division should be assembling the remainder of your squad, then joining up with the rest of the along with Rhodes Island.

Hoshiguma : So we'll be fighting our way straight to the heart of the city. Maneuver warfare, huh? That does seem promising.
What's the purpose of that kind of strategy though?

Swire : Destroying all of Reunion's rally points. We'll fully utilize the advantage you've created for us.

Hoshiguma : In other words, a siege.

Swire : That's right, we have to seize this opportunity when Reunion is still trying to establish a foothold.

Ch'en : However, in doing so, we'll be forcing their remnants to converge faster.
You can't guarantee that you'll be able to hold them off until the L.G.D. is reassembled, much less ensure that the Reunion remnants are all dealt with.
We don't need any of your "advantages," nor do I need to hear you lecture me about strategies.

Swire : You don't have a say in the matter, Ch'en. Even if you are the head of the Special Ops Divison and enjoy a certain degree of autonomy during times of war, you cannot absolve yourself of all accountability.

Ch'en : Judging by your tone, you're trying to challenge me. I'll take you on, but not right now.
We each have our own orders. The only thing that matters is that we do our job.

Swire : Ch'en, the L.G.D. has fallen, and Reunion has taken control of the L.G.D. Headquarters. This is your fault.
Why were you not here when Lungmen needed you?

Ch'en : ...

Swire : Was that also an order?
If you weren't neglecting your duties, Lungmen wouldn't have fallen.
I'm ashamed of you, Ch'en. You should resign immediately, and let me take over the Special Ops Division.

Notes

Hanzi: 仆街, Jyutping: puk¹ gaai¹; "Jerk/bitch" in Cantonese

Operation story: 5-2

Before operation

Summary

Swire may not be as bad as she seems, but the situation in Lungmen is exactly as bad as it seems.
After a confidential communication, Ch'en decides to ask Rhodes Island for help.

<Background 1>

Ch'en : Swire, you're not authorized to make such a demand.

Hoshiguma : Hey.

Ch'en : Even setting aside our bad blood, I don't think you're capable of taking on this responsibility.
You very well could have declared—
"Chief Wei Yenwu has issued an order for the incumbent operations leader of the L.G.D. to step down and transfer all responsibilities to Superintendent Swire."
Can you do that? Does an order like that exist?

Swire : Tch... Don't call me that.

Ch'en : If you can't, then just worry about your own job. Nothing good will come of you catching this hot potato, "Miss S."

Swire : How many times do I have to tell you, that's not my last name? Listen here, Swire is just my code name. Otherwise, call me Beatrix Schwire, got it?

Ch'en : I don't give a damn what you call yourself. Nobody can tell the difference anyway.

Hoshiguma : Hey...

Ch'en : I'm not in the mood to play with you. Run along and find something else to do, kid.

Swire : Ch'en... you really are a piece of shit.

Ch'en : And you can shove it up yours.

Swire : I'm leaving, Hoshiguma. I'd recommend you keep that crazy reptile on a leash. Don't come running to me if she ends up dead in a ditch somewhere.

Hoshiguma : Uhh, sorry, li'l Miss. Both of you sure are ill-tempered. Despite everything she said, we're still grateful for your assistance.

Swire : Never again. I want to see her bleed.

[Swire leaves the room in anger. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Ch'en : What happened to her back? It looks like a fresh wound.

Hoshiguma : When she was carrying you to cover, a Reunion caster blasted the wall just a few meters behind her.
You should try being a little nicer to her. I'm sure it won't kill either of you to stop acting like archenemies once in a while.

Ch'en : ...I know.

「(*knock* *knock*) 」

Rhodes Island Operator : May I come in, Madam Ch'en of Lungmen?

Hoshiguma : Come on in. She doesn't mind. Sorry to keep you waiting.

[A Rhodes Island operator enters the room. ]

Rhodes Island Operator : Not at all, it's fine.
Pleased to meet you, Madam Ch'en. Um... Are you available to talk with Rhodes Island right now about our mission?
We already have a few squads assembled on the deck. We're ready to start the mission with you at any time.

Ch'en : Got it. I'll be right there.

Rhodes Island Operator : I'm sorry that I overheard your earlier conversation with that blonde inspector... We understand that the L.G.D. has sustained heavy losses. However, you can trust us to do everything in our power to help.

Ch'en : ...This isn't something we should be talking about right now.

<Background fades out and in>

Ch'en : Don't worry, Hoshiguma. You should also know that Swire is trying to stabilize the situation.

Hoshiguma : Both of you are too hot-headed.

Ch'en : I just gave it to her straight. Lungmen's casualties are heavy, and this is the "truth" that they're supposed to "know."

Hoshiguma : Don't say that. It's not like you.

Ch'en : It's for Lungmen's sake.

Hoshiguma : That's even less like you. You're a senior inspector, a high-ranking officer, not some politician. You've never been cut out for playing these little games.

Ch'en : Indeed, this is not something that a proper inspector should do, but I have no choice.

Hoshiguma : ...
You're just too overworked and need a good vacation.

Ch'en : Perhaps.
Heh... I've thought about it before.
Hoshiguma, I could use a really, really long vacation.

Hoshiguma : Sure, after we see this through. Don't die out there.
Ochre, or Spring City? How about Floria County instead? We could fit in another vacation in the time it takes to get to Ochre.
Maybe we can head back to Victoria and visit some old colleagues...

Ch'en : I want to take a look around your hometown.

Hoshiguma : Don't bother. It's nowhere near as interesting as Lungmen.

Ch'en : Haha.

[Ch'en's radio picks up a call. ]

Hoshiguma : Hmm?

Ch'en : It's a transmission.
...It's on a secret channel.

Hoshiguma : I'll see myself out then.

Ch'en : Appreciate it.

Ch'en : Speak, I'm listening.

??? : Madam Ch'en... those Infected, Reunion... they're everywhere...

Ch'en : XR02? Where are you?

??? : Muk Wo Warehouse. I was hit by several arrows and probably won't last much longer. This is a trap...
Don't come until after they've left. I'll keep the intel on me. They won't be able to find it.

Ch'en : Code name XR02, hang in there. The L.G.D. will be there immediately. The intel you have with you is time-sensitive, and we must have it now.

??? : I'm not sure, Madam Ch'en, I don't want to get in the way of your duties.

Ch'en : XR02, you are not allowed to die. You must survive.

??? : ...I can't argue with you, Madam Ch'en. Please be careful.
Wait, there's something moving.
BZZZZZZZZT!!

Ch'en : XR02? XR02!
...

Ch'en : Hoshiguma?

Hoshiguma : Hm? I'm here.

Ch'en : Gather your squad. It's time for us to go.

<Background 2>

Rhodes Island Operator : Madam Ch'en, are you leaving now?

Ch'en : How's the remaining operational force of Rhodes Island?

Rhodes Island Operator : This is not information that we can disclose, Madam Ch'en. Our mission to assist the L.G.D. in operations, but we are not directly under your command.

Ch'en : I don't remember asking for that.

Rhodes Island Operator : S-sorry, I said too much.

Ch'en : It's fine. I was just curious as to Rhodes Island's situation, and if there were any security concerns that you might need the L.G.D.'s help with.

Rhodes Island Operator : After being defeated by us many times, Reunion has largely given up on invading Rhodes Island. From various angles, the situation in Lungmen is far worse than what we have to deal with.

Ch'en : ...

Rhodes Island Operator : Sorry, I hope this didn't come across as rude...

Ch'en : In other words, you don't need our help.

Rhodes Island Operator : Correct.

Ch'en : Well, for the time being, the L.G.D. does need a small favor from you.

Rhodes Island Operator : Hmm?

Ch'en : Reunion has blocked off the main road leading to the docks. We need your help to make an opening. Time is running short for the L.G.D., so we need to do this quickly.

Rhodes Island Operator : We'll oblige, as part of our contract, Madam.

Ch'en : Excellent. Follow me!

After operation

Summary

Ch'en responds to the blame and doubt, but Hoshiguma sees through her hesitation.
But at least, she now knows what she has to do.

<Background 2>

Rhodes Island Operator : Before fighting them head on, I never expected Reunion to be so weak.
Considering what they did at Chernobog and all the trouble they caused our squads, I thought they must have been incredibly powerful.
But from what I've seen, the information from the mission briefing was right. That really is all the firepower Reunion can muster. The only thing that makes this mission complicated is the fact that we don't know what they're scheming.

Ch'en : Don't let your guard down. Reunion's greatest strength is their ability to do what you wouldn't expect.
Infiltration, surprise attacks, and leveraging their members' unknown abilities... these are the tactics they're best at. We still don't know what cards they might have up their sleeves.

Rhodes Island Operator : I'm aware, considering how they managed to take down cities as big and powerful as Chernobog and Lungmen. Their true numbers may well be beyond our imagination.
Having that said, Madam Ch'en, didn't the L.G.D. accompany Amiya on a mission to investigate that Chernobog sub-city? How come they're still not back yet?

Ch'en : I'm sorry...

Hoshiguma : (Ch'en...)

Ch'en : We were separated from Amiya's squad. We weren't able to rendezvous with them, and due to the emergency, we had to turn around.

Rhodes Island Operator : Are you saying that you and the L.G.D. abandoned Amiya and Dr. {player_name} there?

Ch'en : Yes...

Rhodes Island Operator : In other words, they're missing in action?
Why... Madam Ch'en...
No... You shouldn't have done that… Even if you are the L.G.D., you shouldn't have abandoned your partners.

Ch'en : This is my fault. My mission was to prioritize the safety of Lungmen. I made the decision to adhere to it.

Rhodes Island Operator : What difference does it make whose fault it was…? Forget about it, Officer, there's no point talking about this any further.
I should have known better. That's right, I know very well how you view us Infected.

Ch'en : That's not what I meant...

Rhodes Island Operator : How many operators do you need? There may be some who are willing to help you, but I'm not one of them.
We also have our missions as well. Helping Lungmen defeat Reunion may be one of them....
But we will be handling this job by ourselves. Make sure to remember our identification codes, Madam. Try not to hit your allies on accident, even if we are Infected.

Ch'en : ...I understand.
If anyone is willing to join the L.G.D. in this mission, you can let me know.
...You don't have to force yourselves.

<Background fades out and in>

Hoshiguma : That drama with Swire earlier... didn't you do that just to drum up support from Rhodes Island?
Then why'd you turn around and treat their personnel like that?

Ch'en : You're mistaken, Hoshiguma. I had no such intentions.

Hoshiguma : Perhaps. I would've liked to see you be more forthcoming. You look a lot more relieved now.
To be honest, if I was in his position, I would've been angry as well. Be thankful that the warriors of Rhodes Island are fairly easygoing.
How should I say this, but... though it was an emergency, even I can't understand... Why did you decide to abandon Amiya's squad so decisively?

Ch'en : There were too many unknown variables.
The terrain made it difficult for the L.G.D. to fight, and we had no way to gauge Reunion's operational capacity. I can't allow my squads to take on these unacceptable risks.

Hoshiguma : I'm not convinced.

Ch'en : Hoshiguma... our plans have already been laid out.

Hoshiguma : Orders are orders, and I will obey them. However, I should be hearing them directly from you, not waiting for Swire to tell me.

Ch'en : Until the conditions are met, the specifics are confidential.

Hoshiguma : So, the orders are from Mister Wei.

Ch'en : You're free to speculate.

Hoshiguma : Even now, I don't know what your objective is. There are few in Lungmen who have the power to make the L.G.D. go this far.
It's the only possibility.
I appreciate what Mister Wei has done. But I will never respect him, and what happened today is just one of those reasons.

Ch'en : This is all necessary.

Hoshiguma : That's just your excuse.
*sigh*... Chen, you're either overthinking this, or you’re not even able to convince yourself.

Ch'en : Maybe.
Call Swire for me.

L.G.D. Agent : Understood.

[Ch'en contacts Swire. ]

Swire : Hello?

Ch'en : We've left Rhodes Island, Swire. You can begin.

Swire : I bet it felt pretty good yelling at me earlier, huh?

Ch'en : We may not get along, but it's not to that extent. I was exaggerating.

Swire : I wasn't though. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Ch'en : You piece of...

Swire : Fine, fine. You know, it's strange that we know nothing about each others' missions.
Also, I just heard about this, but why don't you want Rhodes Island to intervene? Is this some kind of atonement?

Ch'en : I have faith in Rhodes Island's abilities, as well as in Amiya and Dr. {player_name}.
But that's why I don't want them involved – they'll only add another unknown factor.
Especially that Kal'tsit person. I guarantee you, she will not adhere to our plans.

Swire : I've never met that person before.

Ch'en : You won't need to. She’s a bit like your grandfather, just without a ventilator.

Swire : Huh.

Ch'en : Let's focus on our jobs. Before that, I still have to find someone.

Swire : Whatever. As long as you're not late.

[Ch'en ends the call. ]

Ch'en : Hoshiguma, we're going.

Hoshiguma : Where to?

Ch'en : Muk Wo Warehouse.

Operation story: 5-3

Before operation

Summary

Ch'en and Hoshiguma set out to rescue the informant, Phal.

<Background 1>

「11:11 A.M Weather/Drizzle
Outside of Muk Wo Warehouse, Sam Cheong Chai, Central Lungmen 」

Hoshiguma : The scouting is more or less complete. Our observation spot is stealthy enough, and there's nobody around the warehouse.

Ch'en : Looks like it's an abandoned construction site with piles of construction materials left behind. There are traces of things being dragged around.
Reunion must have set up an ambush here.

Hoshiguma : Ch'en, is Phal your informant?

Ch'en : ...Yes. Did you overhear our conversation?

Hoshiguma : I tried my best not to.
I'e[sic] known him for a long time, more than 10 years. There's no way I wouldn't recognize his voice.
When did you make him a informant?
He was infected more than a year ago. At that time, he disappeared from his bar, leaving the glasses he cleaned every day unattended and covered in dust.

Ch'en : Maybe even before that.

Hoshiguma : You at least should have told me about it.

Ch'en : Looks like it's about to rain. Let's get started and chase the enemies out of their ambush spots.

Hoshiguma : Sigh...
We're too late. He's going to bleed out.
I'll draw Reunion's fire. The rest of you should seize the opportunity to surround them and end this battle quickly.

Ch'en : Too dangerous.

Hoshiguma : But it's the fastest way to win. You can trust me on this one.

Ch'en : I always trust you.
Follow Hoshiguma's instructions. Make it quick.

L.G.D. Agent : Yessir!

[The L.G.D. officers move out. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Ch'en : I'm ready, Hoshiguma.

Hoshiguma : That's more like it. I'm going to flush them out of their ambush spots. Give me three minutes.

Ch'en : Doing all that by yourself in three minutes? That's way too reckless!
If you show any signs of needing help, we're going to attack.

Hoshiguma : No, just give me my three minutes.

Ch'en : ...It's all I'm going to need.

Hoshiguma : Here we go.

After operation

Summary

Though Ch'en and Hoshiguma move quickly, they are still one step too late.
Saying his last words, Phal slowly closed his eyes.

<Background black>

Reunion Member : Why is everyone running away?!
Attack her with Arts! Stop running!!
S-stop! She, she's coming this way! Stop her!
Where are all the others?! Why...

[Hoshiguma approaches the lone Reunion soldier. ]

Hoshiguma : You're the last one.

Reunion Member : Aaaaah...!
Demon... S-someone save me...

Hoshiguma : ...You planned to stop me like this?

Reunion Member : No, I... No...

Hoshiguma : You planned to stop me... like this?

Reunion Member : Spare me! Please!

Hoshiguma : You're not even worthy of being food for my Hannya.

Reunion Member : Noooooo!!

<Background 1>

L.G.D. Agent : Holy... We haven't even launched our attack yet.
She destroyed Reunion alone, in just two and a half minutes.
She truly is a demon.

Ch'en : Just be glad that you didn't meet her five years ago. It's been a long time since I last saw her fight like this.
What about the stragglers?

L.G.D. Agent : They've already been captured by our various squads.
...Madam Ch'en, Inspector Hoshiguma seems to be waving at you.

<Background fades out and in>

[Ch'en and the L.G.D. officers regrouped with Hoshiguma. ]

Ch'en : Medic, come with me!
Hoshiguma, what else did you ask those Reunion members?

Hoshiguma : I asked them if the warehouse was rigged.

Ch'en : If the entire warehouse is hooked up with explosives...

Hoshiguma : We'll throw them in, one by one.

Ch'en : So?

Hoshiguma : Nothing. Phal made his way here after he was ambushed. Reunion originally was set up around here.

Hoshiguma : Ch'en, pull on the door's right side. I'll get the left.

[Ch'en and Hoshiguma tries to open the door, but it won't budge. ]

Ch'en : ...It seems to be jammed and won't budge. Let me try cutting a hole first.

Hoshiguma : No need, I'll just tear it apart.
(BOOOOM!)

[Hoshiguma rams the door. ]

Ch'en : It's open!

<Background 2>

Ch'en : XR02, tell me your location! XR02!
!
XR02!

Informant : Madam Ch'en... I hear fighting outside. The warehouse door... was busted open. It might be Reunion. I'll take care of it myself...

Ch'en : Stop, that's me! Don't hang up!

Informant : Is that you, Madam Ch'en? That's a relief... I'm... all the way in the back.

Ch'en : That wound... what happened to your eyes?

Informant : I wasn't careful enough, got hit by Arts. Don't worry about it, it doesn't matter now. This... *cough*... is for you.

Ch'en : Medic, staunch his bleeding!

Informant : No... Madam Ch'en, there's no need. I've already accepted...

Ch'en : Stop talking!

Informant : It's true. Do you see how many times I've been shot? I'm blind, and don't want to move anymore. I've had enough of the pain. I'm so tired.

<Background 2>

Informant : Take it, Madam Ch'en... S249TA, F106.

Ch'en : 49. I've memorized the location.

Informant : Details are on the paper. The intel about Reunion's infiltration was not sent to the other leaders, but just to one party... There must be a reason behind it. You must look into it, the sooner the better.

Ch'en : I will.

Informant : *cough*... It was no easy task for me to get this... Anyway, Madam Ch'en, I didn't expect things to end up like this.
Even though I was finally able to make a contribution, I didn't think this would be how I did it...

Ch'en : None of us did. Thanks to your bravery, we now have a chance to stop the enemy.

Informant : Haha... *cough*... I never liked Lungmen, and Lungmen never liked me.
But now, I've finally managed to do something for Lungmen. Not bad for a bum like me, right...

Ch'en : You're calling one of the Chung Shui Big Three a bum?

Informant : Compared to you, Madam Oni, I'm nothing more than a bum.
...
...Madam Ch'en, how's Madam Oni doing? Is she still working as Inspector?

Ch'en : She is. She's been my partner for a long time.

Informant : Madam Ch'en, Madam Oni... is too honest and frank. No one in the gang... *cough*... dared to challenge her.
But she is no match for those Lungmen moguls. Please keep an eye on her.
Don't let anyone demean her. I won't let those stuck-up plutocrats insult her because of her background!
This is the only favor I ask of you. Just one... *cough* *cough*...

Ch'en : Don't worry about that. Hoshiguma is very strong. No one can hurt her.

Informant : No matter how powerful, everyone has their limits.

Ch'en : The entire L.G.D. stands with her.

Informant : Good, that's a relief. Madam Oni, Madam Ch'en, I have no regrets now.
Madam Ch'en, are you still here?

Ch'en : I am.

Informant : Am I a good person?

Ch'en : A few years ago, a bit hard to say. But now you are, without a doubt. Lungmen is proud of having citizens like you.

Informant : Hahaha... *cough*... Haha... a pathetic Infected can be a good citizen?

Ch'en : Some people in Lungmen are indeed obsessed with Oripathy, but you'd be better off asking Lungmen directly.

Informant : How do I do that? Will a city answer me?

Ch'en : Heh. I will, on its behalf.
And it says, "I don't mind."
Phal, you have always been – and always will be – one of Lungmen's best.

Informant : Thank you, Madam Ch'en. Thank you so much.
Madam Chen, there are two things I'd like you to relay to Madam Oni.

Ch'en : You should tell her yourself.

Informant : What do you mean? Are you saying...
...Boss?

Hoshiguma : It's me. I'm right here.

Informant : Madam Ch'en, you should've told me sooner.

Ch'en : She chose to not say anything.

Informant : Boss, did I do a good job?

Hoshiguma : Not good enough. You can't call it a good job until you survive to see things through.

Informant : Well damn, haha... I've already used up my luck to have you carry me on your back, Boss.

Hoshiguma : Anywhere you want to go? You always refused to tell me where you came from.

Informant : Here, Lungmen. As a matter of fact, I've never been to other cities. If possible, just bury me in that old place.

Hoshiguma : The hideout? But... that place is a complete wreck now, long deserted. To be honest, I'm not sure how I'd clean it up.

Informant : It's okay. As long as I'm... with the others.

Hoshiguma : I will.

Informant : Boss... Even though we've always been scared of you, we've also always... cheered you on.
We've always... cheered...

Hoshiguma : Same here.

Operation story: 5-4

Before operation

Summary

Ch'en and Hoshiguma arrive at the location indicated by the intelligence and plan out their next action.
The two spring to action after discovering Reunion activity.

<Background 1>

Ch'en : Hoshiguma?

Hoshiguma : Huh?

Ch'en : You don't look so good.

Hoshiguma : I'm fine, I was just thinking.

Ch'en : ...I didn't think he'd get dragged into this.

Hoshiguma : Don't worry, you know how I am. It's all in the past now, or as we say in Lungmen, such is fate.

Ch'en : Do people in the Far East believe in fate?

Hoshiguma : Having been through so many things, even if I didn't believe it before, I have to accept it now.
Is the intel accurate?

Ch'en : Without a doubt. Here's the location indicated by the intel.

<Background fades out and in>

Hoshiguma : Those Reunion members skulking around... are they our targets?
By the looks of things, they don't know that we've completely surrounded them yet.
They seem to be building something around the entire block.

Ch'en : If I'm not mistaken, this is one of the central hubs that connects Reunion's various bases.
If we destroy the communication facility here, we can deliver a crippling blow to their forces in this area.
That would put us one step closer to recapturing the L.G.D. Headquarters.

Hoshiguma : Your call.

Ch'en : Also, I can't stop thinking about the details of the intel report.

Hoshiguma : You mean, that part about Reunion's objective not just being the construction of a forward base?

Ch'en : That's right.
"Enemies are secretly looking for an extremely high-value target. It is necessary to determine their actions first."

Hoshiguma : What are they doing in the wealthy districts? What kind of high-value target are they trying to find there?

Ch'en : It seems a bit fishy to me as well. According to our previous plans, all the buildings here should already have been evacuated.
If Reunion is planning to kidnap one of the moguls, they probably won't find them here.

Hoshiguma : When are we going to make our move? Scouting doesn't seem to be Reunion's strong suit, so we can carry out our raid at any time.

Ch'en : They're probably used to always being the hunters, not the prey.

Hoshiguma : Now that it's their turn to be the prey, they'll be hunted down in no time.
Let's continue observing them carefully for now. Our priority is to find out what their objectives are, not to engage them.

Ch'en : It's easy enough to go in and destroy them, but it'll take patience to find out what they're after.

Hoshiguma : Understood.

[The L.G.D. quietly takes out Reunion soldiers nearby. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Hoshiguma : Wait! Ch'en, are they about to break the door of that house down?

Ch'en : Has the target already been confirmed? Assemble, quickly!

Hoshiguma : To minimize the loss of civilians, huh?

Ch'en : Of course! Snipers, take aim!

L.G.D. Agent : Understood.

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : ...!
It's Lungmen's army! Fall back!
We need to contact...

Ch'en : Snipers! Shoot down that person with the radio equipment! Stop that transmission!

Hoshiguma : They're supposed to be defending the base, so how come they're running away from us? They're up to something!

Ch'en : Let's see how far you can run!

After operation

Summary

After defeating the Reunion members there, Ch'en realizes that she has come to her old home.
Ch'en reflects upon past events, but her mood soon improves as she gains some more clues.

<Background 1>

Hoshiguma : All the Reunion members have been captured. None of them knew anything about the specific instructions...
...
Ch'en? What are you looking at that has you so absorbed?

Ch'en : Didn't this used to be University Road?

Hoshiguma : Hmm? Seems so. Its name was changed later.

Ch'en : I think this is where my home used to be...

Hoshiguma : Wasn't your apartment in Tai Bo?

Ch'en : This was the estate that belonged to my biological father's clan. Looks like it's been renovated. So much time has passed that I barely recognize it anymore.

Hoshiguma : Did you live here before studying abroad in Victoria?
Even though I've heard that both you and Mister Wei were born to Yan aristocrats, it's really quite astonishing to see a mansion this big.

Ch'en : Aristocrats? They were, but I'm not.

Hoshiguma : But, your mansion here... How should I call it?

Ch'en : Hmm, the Ch'en Estate will do...

<Background 1>

Ch'en : Come in.

Hoshiguma : Huh?

[Ch'en cuts open the door into her old home. ]

Hoshiguma : Woah woah, isn't this your own house? Why'd you slice the door open?

Ch'en : I forgot to bring the key. Besides, Reunion also just opened a hole along the side wall. They might have caused some unexpected damage.

Hoshiguma : That doesn't mean you should— Ah, forget it. If you say so.

<Background 2>

Ch'en : No need to take off your shoes.

Hoshiguma : Are you serious? Ch'en, answer me honestly, do you hate your old man?

Ch'en : He doesn't deserve to be my father.

Hoshiguma : Okay.
If I remember correctly, you joined the L.G.D. right after you graduated from Victoria and returned to Lungmen.

Ch'en : I was living in the dorms at the time.

Hoshiguma : So, you never returned here after that.

Ch'en : I have no lingering attachments to this place.

Hoshiguma : People who say stuff like that usually have a lot more going on in their mind.
Anyways, do you have any ideas about what this high-value target might be?
Ch'en?

[Ch'en stood still in silence, seemingly thinking of something. ]

Hoshiguma : ...
She's deep in her own little world again, huh.
Ch'en, I'll be waiting by the door. Call me when you're ready to go.

<Background fades out>

「Keep all the toys orderly.
Do not go outside.
Do not talk to anyone without permission.
Do not make eye contact with adults without permission. 」

<Background fades in>

Ch'en : ...
You really kept this room clean all this time.
Hmph. How generous of you to keep a tidy bed for me. Or is this some kind of malediction because you think I'm bad luck?
Wait, the photo... Right, the photo...

<Background black>

「You shall receive no love from me, not in the slightest.
Sorry. I'm sorry, but I can't stand you. Just seeing you makes me want to peel my skin off my arms.
I cannot tolerate any of you. I am too selfish, but I can't live like this anymore.
One day, all of you will understand. If you hate me, so be it. Because I hate you too. And that's how it should be. 」

Ch'en : Here it is.
A photo from such a long time ago... I thought it had been lost.
Wait, no... could this be what they're searching for?
What's going on? Why would they be after this? Have you lost your marbles as well?
I'll certainly help you, but what are you thinking? Why here, why now?
Ah... What'd I expect. Of course you won't answer me.

<Background 1>

Hoshiguma : Ah, are you finally ready to go?

Ch'en : We're going.

Hoshiguma : Did you get any leads? Or did you want to play with the balls of yarn a bit longer?

Ch'en : Hard to believe you're still in the mood to crack jokes.

Hoshiguma : I think your mood is just a tiny bit better than it was before though.

Ch'en : It's as you said. Maybe I did have a bit too much on my mind.

Hoshiguma : That's right, according to the reports, Reunion is scattered throughout this entire area, and the forces we deployed earlier are driving them out.

Ch'en : That's good. That makes our job easier, and we're getting closer to our goal.
L.G.D., get into formation and move out! We're going to take back Lungmen!

Operation story: 5-6

Before operation

Summary

Reunion forces occupying a mall in Lungmen are wary that things are perhaps going a bit too well.
But before their doubts have a chance to sink in, the L.G.D. is already mounting a counterattack.

<Background 1>

[A Reunion caster and soldier walks around a mall in Lungmen. ]

Reunion Caster : Something's not right.

Reunion Member : What is it this time? Is your illness acting up?

Reunion Caster : This is totally different from Chernobog.
Even though our losses were significant, when we seized victory in Chernobog, we could see our enemies struggling and their accomplices fleeing for their lives.

Reunion Member : But doesn't Lungmen feel like it's empty?

Reunion Caster : It can't be, right?
Come to think of it, this is supposed to be Paci Plaza, right? How come such a large mall with so many shops is completely empty?
Plus, I took a look around, and there's nothing of value lying around! Everything's already been taken!

Reunion Member : Didn't Patriot prohibit that...

Reunion Caster : That's not what I was saying. You know, Mephisto doesn't care what we do, but that's not the point.
What I was going to say is that, it's like someone hid everything from us.

Reunion Member : That's just your imagination. Lungmen can't do a thing against us!
We suddenly appear from every nook and cranny all of a sudden, and hot damn, it'll be just like that time at Chernobog.
This time, we're not going to wreak havoc across the city, but take it over. It'll become our city!

Reunion Caster : Did you know?

Reunion Member : Know what?

Reunion Caster : Paci Plaza is the closest base to the L.G.D. Headquarters. It'll be quick and convenient to supply it from here.

Reunion Member : I heard it when it was mentioned in the last briefing. Anything else?

Reunion Caster : All the Reunion forces around the city are to gather at the L.G.D. Headquarters, and then spread out to take over the entire city.
We know how the squads in this district have been deployed...
But what about the other districts? I know many squads are supposed to be making their way over here, but quite a few of them have gone missing without a trace.

Reunion Member : Missing... what do you mean by that?

Reunion Caster : It's really strange. Their comms were still connected, but there was no response from them. We don't have any way of contacting them.

??? : And soon, no one will be able to contact you either.

Reunion Caster : What! Who's there?!

Reunion Member : From the window! They're outside the window!

[Hoshiguma and a squad of L.G.D. officers break through the mall's windows to ambush the Reunion fighters. ]

Reunion Member : Enemies! We're under attack by enemies! The L.G.D.... It's the L.G.D.!

Hoshiguma : Hah! You'd better believe it!

[Hoshiguma deflected attacks directed at her. ]

Reunion Caster : Damn it! Did she swing down from the roof and smash the windows?
Fight! Get moving! We have them outnumbered – all we have to do is slaughter them!

Ch'en : Pass me the radio.

L.G.D. Agent : Yes ma'am!

Ch'en : Listen up, L.G.D.! Pulverize Reunion along with their bunkers!

[Swire contacts Ch'en through radio. ]

Swire : What the hell? ! Paci Plaza is my family's property! How dare you—

Ch'en : Sorry, li'l Miss, Reunion is still fighting back. We'll have to prioritize neutralizing them before we can think about...

Swire : What did you say?! You good for nothing—!!

[Swire abruptly ends the call. ]

Ch'en : L.G.D.! Attack!

Hoshiguma : Good grief... *sigh*...
Try to be careful though. These are our peoples' assets after all.
They didn't move that piano away, probably because it's too heavy. That alone is worth 1.8 million LMD. The li'l Miss was boasting to me about it, so try to be careful.

Reunion Caster : You won't get away!

L.G.D. Agent : Take cover! Quick! Hide behind that piano!

Hoshiguma : Oops.

[The Reunion caster destroyed the expensive piano where the L.G.D. officers are taking cover with their Arts. ]

L.G.D. Agent : They smashed through our cover! Relocate!

Hoshiguma : 1.8 million gone... just like that.

Reunion Member : Comrades, comrades! Listen closely!
We've taken the Paci Plaza as our new base, and have set up our defenses. However, the L.G.D. suddenly attacked us from the roof! They're currently thinning out our ranks!
Alert!! L.G.D.'s main force is in Paci Plaza! I repeat, Paci Plaza!

Ch'en : Are you done yet?

Reunion Member : When did you—

Ch'en : If you've finished reporting, your mission is done.

[Ch'en strikes down the Reunion soldier. ]

Ch'en : The mission is to let all the Reunion forces in Lungmen know that we are here.
We'll be waiting for them, for them to chase after us and meet the L.G.D. in mortal combat.
L.G.D.! Continue firing! Don't stop!

After operation

Summary

The L.G.D. makes quick work of the enemies in front of them, but an enemy caster suddenly blows up the ground beneath Ch'en's feet.
Ch'en plummets down the tall building.

<Background 1>

Hoshiguma : That was easier than I expected. Really makes me more and more curious as to what happened in Chernobog.

Ch'en : Perhaps it's the same thing as what happened here, except the roots sank in deeper and the flames burned with more intensity. Don't let your guard down.

Hoshiguma : You should know that I rarely close my eyes when I'm sleeping.
Ugh. I was trying to end the fighting as soon as possible, but we still ended up damaging so many shops.
I'm afraid Mister Wei is going to end up footing the bill again, especially because he's not fond of the li'l Miss's family in the first place.
Hey, it's Swarovski Crystal. Ch'en, isn't this your favorite brand?

Ch'en : Not really. The pendants are nice, but the earrings aren't that good.
Squad B1, Ch'en here. Block the west entrance and lower all the security gates.

Hoshiguma : I rarely see you wear earrings.

Ch'en : Well, I'm usually in uniform because of work. The few outfits I do have are gathering cobwebs in my wardrobe.

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Hoshiguma! This is the L3 floor plan of East Paci Plaza after Reunion modified it. Please look over it!

Hoshiguma : Good job. Continue with the investigation, and try to utilize the terrain to our advantage.
Afterwards, we'll find the best route to cross Reunion's blockade from here. We can't make do without your information.

L.G.D. Agent : Roger!

Hoshiguma : Clothes, huh... It's hard picturing you as someone who spends money on that kind of stuff.

Ch'en : Aren't you the same way with your countless motorbikes? What's wrong with wanting to look nice for yourself every now and then?
Work takes up most of my time, but it's not my whole life after all.

Hoshiguma : I'd be more likely to believe you if you didn't show up early every morning like clockwork, as well as taking on overtime hours that would scare anyone else to death.
I guess all you can say is that life is tolerable for cops like us.
Sometimes I ask myself, for those Infected like Amiya... Will they have a chance to go out shopping? Maybe to buy some accessories they like, or eat some of their favorite food?

Ch'en : Perhaps one day. But that day is not here yet.
C3, Ch'en here. Clear the first floor and push forward slowly. Safety first.

Hoshiguma : I guess so. This patch of dirt truly is unfair. Phal died, but I get to live on.
They all died, and only I got to live.
Ch'en. Is that intel really worthwhile?

Ch'en : It has to be.

[A Reunion caster turns out to have survived the ambush. ]

Reunion Caster : (B-bastards...)
(At least I'll bury you with me...!)

<Background fades out and in>

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Ch'en! Run!! We've found a large number of explosives on the third floor!
Right under where you're standing!!

Reunion Caster : L.G.D., prepare to meet your makers!

Ch'en : ...!

Hoshiguma : Ch'en! Over here! Get behind my shield!!

[Explosions are heard. ]

Ch'en : Huh?
Under me?

Hoshiguma : Ch'en!!

Operation story: 5-7

Before operation

Summary

Ch'en regains consciousness to see Hoshiguma protecting her from broken walls and rubbles. Though she is saved, both of them have sustained heavy injuries.
Facing the enemy onslaught, the two draw their weapons once more.

<Background 1>

Ch'en : Ugh...

Hoshiguma : That's the third time today, Sleeping Beauty.

Ch'en : How long was I out for?

Hoshiguma : A dozen seconds or so.

Ch'en : ...Hoshiguma, step aside. I'll slash apart the debris.

Hoshiguma : Sorry, but I can't do that. If I move, we're both done for. Let me handle this.

Ch'en : Your shoulder.

Hoshiguma : It doesn't matter.

Ch'en : ...You won't be able hold out much longer! You're holding up two floors' worth of rubble on top of your shield!

Hoshiguma : I don't need to for much longer. Just until you woke up... Squat down, and get ready to dash out.

Ch'en : ...

Hoshiguma : No matter how heavy it is...
...as long as I can turn it over...
...it's not heavy at all!! AAAAAGH!!

[Hoshiguma pushed the rubble out of Ch'en's way. ]

Ch'en : You...

Hoshiguma : Gaaah, aagh... Ngh... It feels like I lost my shoulder just to give it that little push.

Ch'en : You saved me again.

Hoshiguma : What's weird about that? How many times does that make now? And don't say that to me so earnestly... makes me feel gross just hearing it.
Let me rest a little. I feel like I just broke every bone in my body... Maybe it's your turn to let me take a nap.

Reunion Member : ...Blast, how did they even survive all that?!

Ch'en : Sure, but the enemy's not going to let you.

Hoshiguma : No rest for the wicked, I suppose. Looks like I can still stand if I muster my strength.
You should go reorganize the squads, quickly. Don't waste any more time on them – it's what they're after.

[Ch'en struck down a Reunion soldier. ]

Ch'en : I don't think it's too late to just take them all out first.

Hoshiguma : Why can't you go check to see who got injured first?

Ch'en : And leave you here to face Reunion alone despite all your injuries?

Hoshiguma : Ch'en. What do you think you're doing?
Two years ago in Hua Shui, you were chasing after a bandit leader. My leg was injured, but you believed in me and left me to fight alone. Do you still remember that?

Ch'en : How long did it take me to catch him?

Hoshiguma : Three hours. You trusted me back then.

Ch'en : And I still do.
You, Reunion! I'll take you all on!

Reunion Member : Damn it... She's looking down at us!

Hoshiguma : I can still fight. Why are you staying behind? Why aren't you taking the squads to recapture the L.G.D. Headquarters? Did you forget your main mission?
It's the same as it was three years ago, and it's a responsibility that only you can fulfill!
You did this back at the Muk Wo Warehouse earlier. When did you become so indecisive? Ch'en!

Ch'en : I don't see any problem with protecting my colleague from these rioters.

Hoshiguma : You've changed. You used to be much tougher.

Ch'en : Leaving you here? Of course I could. I used to only look at the risks versus the benefits, but now, it's as you said...
After what I did to Amiya, I've also been... conflicted.

Reunion Member : You'll taste the rage of the Infected! Attack!

Ch'en : Maybe I have changed. As time passed, I've had fewer grievances about Lungmen, and I've been able to place my trust in more people.
You are no longer just Inspector Hoshiguma. You are my friend, and my partner.
Your shield has protected me all this time; so once in a while, you should let me be your shield..

Hoshiguma : Whew. You're not even going to blush after saying all that?

Ch'en : Shut the **** up.

Hoshiguma : Hahaha.
All right, all right. In that case, Ch'en, I'm leaving it to you.

After operation

Summary

Aftering[sic] relaying Hoshiguma's position to the medic team, Ch'en continues to move forward.
She communicates with her subordinates and Swire before taking her forces towards the L.G.D. Headquarters.

<Background 1>

Ch'en : Medics, former South Paci Plaza, exit 12. One injured, a senior L.G.D. inspector. Get here quickly.
Has the bleeding stopped?

Hoshiguma : You should know me by now. The wound has closed, but I won't be able to lift my shield for a while.
How are our colleages doing?

Ch'en : We were the only ones who fell. I consider that a small win.

Hoshiguma : You're really not bringing me with you? Reunion's commander may well be hiding inside the L.G.D. Headquarters. It's going to be a brutal fight.

Ch'en : I'm aware. But considering your condition, it's for the best. Wouldn't you agree?

Hoshiguma : Hearing you say that stings a bit, but it's fine. I know better.
Remember, be careful out there.

Ch'en : I know.

Hoshiguma : No matter how you look at it, Reunion is weaker than we expected. Despite that, they still managed to take Chernobog.
Also, you have a weak point. I can't stress this enough, but never let your thoughts consume you. Ever.
Don't be so obsessed with something that you neglect the other possibilities. There is nothing out there worth going off to battle for, except for your continued existence.

Ch'en : I'll treat this as your advice to me. I'll take it to heart.
Hurry up and get better. I'll be waiting for your return after this mission is finished.

Hoshiguma : I'll protect the medic team. You should get going.

Ch'en : Sure.

<Background fades out and in>

[An L.G.D. radio operator contacts Ch'en. ]

Radio Operator : ...
Reunion has already passed the Causeway Bell.
Report from AU7: Reunion is also assembling in Ha Wan. I repeat, Reunion is currently assembling. This is AU7's mission briefing.
Squad AO3 has eliminated the Reunion forces in Front Bay as planned. They are now pushing the remnants back towards the L.G.D. Headquarters.
All enemies in front of Scorpio Palace have been annihilated. Now retreating towards Charles Avenue to head to the rally point. This is Squad AL1's report, over.
...
These are the updates on Reunion's movements and each squad's progress.
Over.

Ch'en : Understood.
Continue the operation. Our objective is to drive all Reunion forces into the designated area.
If small groups of stragglers are seen in other districts, you are authorized to eliminate them.
Try to draw them out if possible. Focus on avoiding casualties. We'll need to preserve our strength.

Radio Operator : Yes ma'am.

[Ch'en ends the call... ]

Ch'en : Phew...
Hmm? Another call?

[...only to receive another call from Swire. ]

Swire : Hello, hello? Is this Ah Ch'en? Are you still there?

Ch'en : What did you call me?!

Swire : Ah Ch'en. You're done for! You're so dead for what happened at Paci Plaza. I heard it myself – you were the one who gave those orders!

Ch'en : Is that all you wanted to say?

Swire : Look, why did you reject Rhodes Island's help? Was it because you felt guilty?

Ch'en : I don't recall you being a psychologist.

Swire : Don't worry, I'll help you make reparations.

Ch'en : Reparations?

Swire : Hehe, I can't tell you yet.
But, you're so done for because of what you did!

Ch'en : By the way, do you still remember that one restaurant in Sheung Wan?

Swire : Huh? Which one? Well, whichever one it is, they're all closed now!
Wait... are you trying to change the subject?!

Ch'en : The one with that absolutely divine steak sandwich.

Swire : Huh? Oh... OHH! I just remembered! The restaurant with a steak burger as big as your palms put side by side!

Ch'en : That's the one.

Swire : I used to go there quite often while on my patrols... Get down! Who said you could stand up?!

??? : Aaah!!

Swire : What was that place called again? Goodie Foodie?

Ch'en : Sounds about right.

Swire : Aha, now I get it. You're going to treat me to a meal, aren't you? But why don't we go to some place a bit more high-class?

Ch'en : Your idea of "high-class" is very different from mine.

Swire : Come on, I can foot the bill.

Ch'en : Miss S, do you really think I'm that kind of person?

Swire : Do you want to try calling me that again?

Ch'en : Sorry, I bit my tongue.

Swire : You clearly did that on purpose!

Ch'en : Swire, I was just thinking... If we don't do a better job this time, we won't be able to face the locals.
Our businesses depend on Lungmen, and Lungmen also depends on them.

Swire : If you feel that way, you should stop running your mouth. The sooner we take down Reunion, the sooner you can treat me to brunch.

Ch'en : Seems like the fighting is pretty intense on your end as well?

Swire : Ah, it's fine. I can handle it.

??? : Quick! They're about to get away!

Swire : How annoying! Hey, hurry it up! We don't have all day!
Ah Ch'en! I want a steak, tomato, and egg burger!

Ch'en : No problem.
Sorry for accidentally locking you up in the vault that other time.

Swire : You call that an accident? ! I know you did that on purpose! Whatever, it felt cathartic splashing water all over you this morning, so I guess we're even.
Hey, Ah Ch'en.

Ch'en : Hmm?

Swire : Safety first. Don't throw your life away for the sake of what's immediately in front of you. Remember that there are lots of people who are counting on you.

Ch'en : Hmph, is that so. Thanks for your advice.

Swire : Now that you're in front of the restaurant, that means you're almost at the L.G.D. Headquarters, right?

Ch'en : That's right.

Swire : Good luck.

<Background 2>

「7:40 PM \ Overcast
670m east of L.G.D. Headquarters, Upper Factor St., Upper Lungmen 」

[A squad of L.G.D. officers approach Ch'en. ]

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Ch'en, Fourth Mobile Squad reporting in.

Ch'en : Good work.
All of you assembled here are the cream of the crop. As we speak, many of our colleagues are still out there fighting. But we have our own mission.
The building in front of us used to be the symbol of Lungmen's safety — the embodiment of law and order, the heart of the L.G.D.
But now, it has fallen into Reunion's hands, and has been tainted by conspiracy and warfare.
Some of you might see this as just another job. Some of you might be saddened, while others might be enraged.

Ch'en : No matter how you feel, we are the L.G.D. We aren't rioters, nor are we criminals.
We will take back our headquarters, not necessarily for the sake of pride or justice.
We will do it because we are the L.G.D., and we will take back what belongs to us. That's the only reason we need.
Do not make Lungmen worry about us. Do I make myself clear?! Obedience, diligence, and perseverance!
It's time. Let us rid the L.G.D. Headquarters of every last Reunion member!

<Background 2>

L.G.D. Agent : Yes ma'am!

Ch'en : Let's go.

Operation story: 5-9

Before operation

Summary

The state of Reunion's presence in the L.G.D. Headquarters seems strange, but that is not enough to stop the L.G.D.'s advance.
Mephisto has been waiting for them on the roof.

<Background 1>

「11:20 PM \ Overcast
Outside Immigration Department, L.G.D. Headquarters 2nd Floor, Upper Lungmen. 」

[The L.G.D. forces move through the L.G.D. HQ's corridors, which is surprisingly quiet. ]

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Ch'en, something's wrong. Don't you think it's strange that we were able to enter the headquarters so easily?
There were so many Reunion forces outside so we braced ourselves for a hard fight, but it was as if they were sleepwalking.
According to our scouts' intel, their equipment is practically damaged to the point of unusability. It's unlikely that they've seen much combat, and their degree of preparedness seems...
It creeps me out.

Ch'en : I've noticed as well. They don't even know we're here. At least they're not a threat right now.
We'll follow the plan. Next, our non-combat squads will scout out the distribution of Reunion forces on each floor, and attempt to restart the security system that was disabled earlier.
Additionally, we'll need to be ready to hold off a possible Reunion encirclement. We must hold out until our plan is implemented smoothly.

L.G.D. Agent : Understood.

Ch'en : Focus your attention on controlling the situation inside.

<Background fades out and in>

[The L.G.D. forces keep moving. ]

L.G.D. Agent : According to our sources, Reunion's temporary command center is on the rooftop.

Ch'en : The rooftop? What kind of leader would put their command center on the roof?
Hmm... there's a significant possibility of this being a trap.

L.G.D. Agent : But we don't have a choice, do we, Madam?

Ch'en : That's right. Taking back the rooftop would be like lighting Lungmen's signal beacon. We will let Reunion witness the moment when the L.G.D. Headquarters returns to our hands.
We ought to lead them all here.
Get ready, there are still a few hours to go. Let the recon and engineer squads go first. The combat squads still have some time to rest up before the main operation begins.
Don't waste even the smallest opportunity to create an advantage. Expect our enemies to fight to the death.

<Background fades out and in>

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Ch'en, something doesn't feel right about this building.

Ch'en : What do you mean?

L.G.D. Agent : Let me make a conjecture first. As we get closer to the top floor, we may encounter some resistance. Perhaps there are some enemies stationed on the roof.
However, the lower floors were completely empty. Only on the sixth floor did enemies start to appear, and while their numbers have increased, they haven't posed any threat.
Just now, one of my squad members reported that he thought he saw some Reunion members walk down a corridor, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Another member told me that he heard some whispering, but when he went to investigate, he didn't find anything.
That's all we found from our investigation. But something feels wrong to me still.

Ch'en : ...
Let's go first. I don't have time for your nonsensical ghost stories.
Even if there was something anomalous going on, I'll handle it after this is all over.

L.G.D. Agent : Yes ma'am!

Ch'en : Let's take the fire escape route here. Though we don't it[sic] often, it's going to come in handy now.
This staircase will take us straight to the rooftop.
You'll all control the top floor and use your vision advantage to cover me. I'll head directly to the rooftop, and rejoin you after the situation is stabilized.

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Ch'en, are you really going alone? Whatever the situation is, I'm sure we'll be able to help.

Ch'en : I have full confidence in your abilities. However, I might have to go all out in this coming battle.
The most you can do to help me is to clear Reunion out of this entire building, and make sure I have nothing else to worry about.

L.G.D. Agent : In that case, we won't get in your way, Madam Ch'en. Lungmen is counting on you.

Ch'en : Wrong. Lungmen is counting on us.

L.G.D. Agent : Yessir!

Ch'en : Hurry!

<Background 2>

??? : Good evening, Madam.
You charged straight into my trap alone. Should I call you brave, or just stupid?

Ch'en : You have no where to run, Reunion commander.

[The Reunion commander reveals himself to be none other than Mephisto. ]

Mephisto : Is that so? From my perspective, Madam, you are the one who has nowhere to run. My comrades shall devour you.

Ch'en : Talk is cheap. Show me what you've got.
You should never have set foot here, Reunion!

After operation

Summary

At first glance, Mephisto appears to be cornered. But with just a few words, the entire situation is turned on its head.
Despite the sudden shift in fortunes, Ch'en still has a back-up plan–

<Background 2>

Mephisto : *cough* *cough*...

Ch'en : You're no match for me!

Mephisto : You defeated all my comrades single-handedly? Perhaps I must re-evaluate your abilities, Madam.

Ch'en : That's enough.

Mephisto : No, far from it. Faust, give her a shake-down.

Faust : Understood.

Ch'en : ...!
Those on the roof, get down!

L.G.D. Agent : Ahh!

[Faust and Reunion snipers suppressed the L.G.D. forces. ]

<Background 1>

Ch'en : Reunion's sniper...
(I even made sure to prepare for ranged attacks, but how does he pack this much firepower…?)
That's not enough to save your life. You'll die before your sniper can land a shot on me.
...Wait. Were you arrested by the L.G.D. before?

Faust : ...

Mephisto : Your bunch caused him a great deal of grief. But it's nothing compared to what Ursus did to us.
He missed that shot on purpose, dear Madam. We'll spare your life this once, so take this as a gesture of kindness.
Right now, the seeds of unrest have been sown within the L.G.D.
It was your organization's corruption and negligence that gave him the chance to cooperate with us.

Ch'en : ...Reunion scum, you know nothing about this world.

Mephisto : Were you trying to say something profound?

Ch'en : Did you think that Faust was rescued by Reunion?

Mephisto : There were many Infected in the L.G.D. at the time.

Ch'en : Twenty-one.

Mephisto : ...

Ch'en : Did you think that at least four of them would side with Reunion?
But even those four were set up by me. After they got in contact with you, did you lock one of them up?

Mephisto : Very clever, Madam. She ran away.

Ch'en : Have you still not realized the situation you're now in?

Mephisto : Of course I've figured it out. My squad has been crushed, and I'm the only one left.
Our forces wandering around outside are hopelessly weak, and my comrades have basically lost their will to fight.
Is this what you wanted to hear me say?

Ch'en : I suppose you're not that arrogant after all.

Mephisto : Well then... Come, my guards.
Rise.

<Background fades out and in>

[The fallen Reunion soldiers suddenly rises up... ]

Reunion Member : Ugh... argh... Ooaarrrggh!!!

Ch'en : What did you do?!
The bits of Originium on their bodies... are growing?

Mephisto : The Originium will pierce through their bodies and become their new form.
Behold, Officer. These are my guards, my immortal guards.

[...and Mephisto's elite guards followed suit. ]

Mephisto's Guard : GRAAAAAAGHHH!!

Mephisto : Take it all, my herd, my comrades...
Fwoo...

Ch'en : Powder...?

Mephisto : My comrades need healing. They need me.

Ch'en : Arts? All squads, be on alert! The enemy commander is casting wide-range Arts using some kind of powder!

Mephisto : Don't worry, Madam. This does not concern you, as you are not my comrade.

<Background 1>

[The dust released by Mephisto caused the "resurrected" Reunion soldiers to enter a frenzy. ]

Reunion Member : Ugh... Aagghh—

ReUni N MemBr : ...Unghh... Nnngh!

ReUMmbr? N;E? OE : Nghhhaaahghh...

??? : Grrraaaaaaaaaaaghh!

Mephisto's hERd : ...Blood!! Blood!! Aaaargh!!! Aaaaaggh!!!

Mephisto : Quiet now.

Mephisto's HeRd : ...

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Ch'en, it's looking bad...
All the defeated Reunion members started to transform into hulking monstrosities after coming in contact with that powder!
They've started attacking us again, and they're slowly moving towards our defense line!

Ch'en : Just how many of them have transformed?

L.G.D. Agent : All of them!

Ch'en : ...!

Mephisto : They are my herd, as well as my brethren.
G7, G6.

Mephisto's Herd : ...Urgh.

Ch'en : You...

Mephisto : They shall never fall, because I will take away all their pain.

Ch'en : You're just manipulating them like puppets. How can you call them your brethren?

Mephisto : I see no difference between the two. For the greater good, we are willing to become anything.

Ch'en : If this is what you call the greater good... Looks like you're the only one I need to get rid of.

Mephisto : You have a sense of purpose, and the will to get it done. I'm quite drawn to you, Madam.

L.G.D. Agent : Focus your fire! Hurry! Aim at the enemy commander!

<Background fades out and in>

[The L.G.D. fires at Mephisto, but one of his elite guards blocked the shots for him. ]

Mephisto's Guard : ...
Urrrrgghhhh...

Mephisto : But you'll find that my guards are not so easily defeated.

L.G.D. Agent : They just blocked the explosion with their flesh... and they're completely unscathed?!
That amount of firepower... should've been enough to blast through a layer of the city's fortified walls!

Mephisto : Don't waste your effort.
Wounds will heal. Flesh will harden. Life will return.
Their weapons cannot hurt my guards. After all, I prepared them especially for you.
Rise, my comrades. Don't let anyone interfere with our conversation.

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Ch'en, Reunion is attacking us wave after wave! We can't defeat them using conventional methods!
Damn it, do they not feel any pain?!
The other squads are also in the same situation! The Reunion members outside have also started moving. They keep charging towards the headquarters, trying to attack our security facilities!

Ch'en : Prioritize taking care of the enemies in your immediate vicinity!

L.G.D. Agent : Out of my way!
Madam Ch'en, these things have no sense of feeling at all! They've completely surrounded the L.G.D. Headquarters!
We're being forced into melee combat! We won't be able to support you!

Ch'en : Take care of yourselves.

L.G.D. Agent : Roger!

Mephisto : Majestic, isn't it? After so many battles, their minds seem to have fallen apart, but their bodies are still healthy and strong.
Sheer strength seems to be able to slightly make up for mistakes in decision-making.
At least we'll have ample time to slowly talk through our issues.
I'd like to have a fruitful discussion with you, Madam, about things that aren't related to this battle.

Ch'en : There's no need for that.
I'll just kill you right now.

[Ch'en swiftly charges at Mephisto, but was stopped by one of his elite guards... ]

Mephisto : You're fast!

Faust : ...

Mephisto : But not fast enough.

[...as Faust fires at her, but she deflected the shot with a swing from her sword. ]

Ch'en : !

Faust : She deflected my shot with her blade?

Mephisto's Guard : ...

Ch'en : That black-haired kid has a good read on my movements.
Tsk... Looks like their plan is to harass me with sniper shots, and then predict my movements while blocking me off.

Mephisto : Sorry, Madam. I can pretty much predict all your possible moves. All I need to do is block you off a bit.
This way, you'll never be able to close the gap. So, which do you prefer? Sharp arrows, explosive bolts, or heavy spikes?

Ch'en : ...
Looks like you really came here prepared.
But when a chessmaster finishes his preparations, he's assuming that his opponent will be playing the other color.

Mephisto : (Wait, why is my powder still sticking to her body...?)
(So that's what's going on, I see...)

Ch'en : I'm not good with the theoretical stuff like you, but I simply come prepared for everything.
Your chessboard cannot contain me, brat. I am no chess piece. I am Lungmen's blade.

Mephisto : Hmm...
The line between bravery and stupidity is fine indeed.
Or were you planning to pull out some kind of trump card? If I remember correctly, I've never seen you use that other sword of yours in combat.
Surely it's not just there for decoration, right?

Ch'en : Hah.
This sword was not meant to be drawn against the likes of you.
You aren’t worth of it, no matter what.
However, you must pay for your sins, for all you've done to the innocent people of Lungmen and Chernobog.

Faust : ...

Ch'en : Right here, right now.

<Background black>

Wei Yenwu : This belongs to you now.

Ch'en : I don't need it.

Wei Yenwu : Well, just treat it as a loan.

Ch'en : Are you not afraid?

Wei Yenwu : Afraid of what? You turning against me?

Ch'en : Yes.

Wei Yenwu : No, I am not.

Ch'en : Why's that?

Wei Yenwu : Because I am not scared of death.

Ch'en : ...

Wei Yenwu : This is no ordinary weapon. You'll gradually come to understand it.
Do not waste its power on trivial things. A dragonslaying sword shall only be unsheathed against a worthy enemy.
Who you choose to draw this sword upon is entirely up to you.

Ch'en : (...This sword is still hibernating.)
(You still refuse to be unsheathed even in this situation...)
(But right now, Chi Xiao, you must drink their blood!)

Operation story: 5-10

Before operation

Summary

Chi Xiao finally is unsheathed, and the scales tip in the L.G.D.'s favor once more.
However, a momentary slip in focus causes Chi Xiao to rampage out of control. Just then, Rhodes Island arrives at the critical moment.

<Background 1>

Mephisto : It's your turn to move.
If you can kill me here, all of my forces will collapse.
It would be such a pity if you refused to even have a chat with me. Please, come kill me – if you can, that is.

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Ch'en!
The enemy's attacks are too overwhelming! We can't afford to drag this out any longer!

Mephisto : The situation is quite straightforward – only one of us will survive.
I promise to keep my last words short, Madam, as long as you can make me say them.

Ch'en : Do you think yourself a martyr?
Nobody will remember you after you die. Being dead and being respected are two completely different matters. What matters is what you've done in life, not how you die.

Mephisto : I obviously wish for nothing more than to play with worthwhile foes, and then to die a worthwhile death.
But I don't think you'll be able to help me fulfill my desires after all. You will suffer a terrible defeat, Madam. Now it's my turn to point out the situation that you're in.

Ch'en : Your confidence was built upon the fall of Chernobog.
But this isn't Chernobog, nor is this the ruthless land of Ursus.
The mighty Lungmen will not fall into the hands of scum like you.

Mephisto : Well said.
Faust.

Faust : I know.

[Faust fires at Ch'en just as Mephisto's elite guard attacks, but she repelled both with an Arts attack. ]

Mephisto's Guard : GROOAAAAAR!!

Mephisto : Was that a slash? N-no, impossible! Could this be... Arts?!

Faust : Back off.

Mephisto : What... How can this be?

Mephisto's Guard : (Groans in anguish)

Mephisto : Don't be afraid!
It won't hurt you. There's no need to be afraid.

Mephisto's Guard : UNNGGHHH...
...

Ch'en : Phew...
(He's too far. It's only going to get harder for me to close the gap. I'm at a disadvantage if this drags out.)

Mephisto : Your skills are formidable.
You used your Arts to detonate Faust's attack in advance, and broke through my formation. Your blade even cut through my guard's neck and almost reached me.
If I had let you come a few steps closer, you would have cut me in half. Not even Faust would've been able to stop you.

Ch'en : You won't be so lucky next time.

Mephisto : Unfortunately, there won't be a next time. Your secret has been exposed, Madam.
You've heard the saying – never try the same trick twice. You can't fool your audience again after the secret comes out.
The distance between us is greater than your Arts' range, isn't it?

Ch'en : The rooftop is only so big. You don't have much room to move back.

Mephisto : How much closer can you get?
Faust, show her what real Arts are.

Ch'en : I know your position all too well. An exposed sniper poses no...

[Ch'en narrowly intercepts two simultaneous sniper fire with her Arts, one of which is not from Faust's position. ]

Ch'en : You...

Mephisto : You are remarkable, Madam Ch'en. Are you able to cut through any shot fired at you? Just like before, I could barely even see your movements.

Ch'en : ...
Sniper, I was attacked by you and someone from 3 o'clock simultaneously. But there's nobody in that direction.
I doubt you're that kind of caster.

[Faust refuses to answer Ch'en's question. ]

Mephisto : There's no need for you to try to guess, Officer. You won't figure it out.

Ch'en : Tsk.

Mephisto : Now, how many shots will you be able to deflect? Ten? Forty? A hundred?
But, how about the shrapnel? The blast? What about the Arts inside?
Are you able to stop all of it?

Ch'en : Nonsense.

Mephisto : Then, let's keep going!

[Ch'en repelled multiple sniper fire... ]

[...with her Arts. ]

Mephisto : Officer, I know what you are. My Originium Arts only work on the Infected.

Ch'en : I don't care.

Mephisto : Don't you know that you're only going to become his pawn, to be discarded when you've served your purpose?

Ch'en : You can have those words back.

<Background 1>

Mephisto : We will give you a chance. Lungmen will not.

L.G.D. Agent : Madam Ch'en, I'm afraid we'll have to make our way down! We can't deal with the enemy's fierce attacks!

Ch'en : (Tsk... As soon as I want to move, the sniper will attack me from all directions. Just how is he doing that...?)
(I can neutralize his ranged attacks, but if I let him keep wearing me down, I won't last long.)
(I'll have to seize victory in a single decisive moment...!)
I don't care what you have to say. I don't have time to listen to your blathering.

Faust : (I can see a red aura congealing around her. She's about to use her Arts.)
(Mephisto, according to the plan, if I shoot her now, she'll have to stop her casting or she'll die in the explosion.)

Mephisto : But wouldn't this be the best opportunity to break her spirit? Hold your fire, and just watch her first.

Faust : We will miss our opportunity.

Mephisto : Broader strategic goals are more important than the specific tactics used to get there, Faust.

Faust : ...

<Background black>

??? : Come with me! Don't stay here anymore!
Do you not want to leave here? Let's get far, far away from these people, and this place!
Do you really not know? He's the reason why all the adults treat us like this! It's all his fault!

??? : ...

??? : I hate this accursed city. I hate him. Don't make me hate you too.

Ch'en : Chi Xiao—
—Unsheathe!

[Ch'en releases another Arts attack from her Chi Xiao sword... ]

Mephisto : Guards, form a line! Stop her!

<Background 1>

Mephisto's Guard : EEEEAAAAAARRRGHH!!

[...but suddenly... ]

Ch'en : Ugh...!
(N-no! I lost control of Chi Xiao? Why now of all times?!)

[...she fails to maintain the Arts attack, much to Faust and Mephisto's surprise. ]

Faust : Her Arts paused. Her casting failed.

Mephisto : Faust, now.

Faust : Command, fire.

[Ch'en is caught in an explosion from the snipers' explosive-tipped bolts... ]

Ch'en : Damn it... Scatter!

[...but she managed to deflect them with her Chi Xiao in time, killing some of Mephisto's elite guards in the process. ]

Mephisto : What a terrifying weapon.
Just the dispersion of your Arts was powerful enough to block all the bolts, as well disable three of my guards.
But you were still hit by the blast, weren't you?

Ch'en : Ugh... Gahh...
(One rib, no, two are broken? I can endure it. But this firepower... There's no way I can take another...)

Mephisto : It's just like our leader said.
Madam, it's not that you don't want to kill me. You cannot unsheathe that sword.

Ch'en : What did you say? Who told you that?

Mephisto : You should know this name, Madam Ch'en. As you said, this sword was not to be meant to be used against someone like me. Your recklessness disrupted its intended mechanism.
If we seized the opportunity to attack you while you were defenseless, you would have already been turned into dust. She already knows all your weaknesses.

Ch'en : You waste your breath.

Mephisto : We will destroy this world as it currently is.
If we allow the rampant corruption to grow, the entire world will rot away.
Only by cutting it all away can these rusted cities break free from their chains and be born anew.

Mephisto's Herd : GRAAAAAAGHHH!!

Ch'en : Out of my way.

[Ch'en killed few of Mephisto's herd with her Chi Xiao. ]

Mephisto : Come, Madam Ch'en. Aren't you also very disappointed in Lungmen?

Ch'en : ...

Mephisto : Our leader is waiting for you. There's no reason why you need to bow your head to Lungmen, is there?

Ch'en : I have my duties.

Mephisto : That has nothing to do with which side you take. While you keep talking about these mundane "duties," you know just how our fellow peoples are being treated.
Just give me a sign, then I'll call off the attack immediately. Come, join us. Let us work towards the greater good together.

Ch'en : *Spits*. This mouthful of blood is the only sign I have for you.
What kind of noble goals could Reunion possibly have if they hire a lowlife like you? Spare me your nonsense!

Mephisto : So, that's how it's going to be. If you don't believe me, then that's your loss.
You can spend your last moments squirming all you want. My guardian and his bolts will show you the true power of the Infected.
You are all alone, while we are united and strong. Your death will be fitting.

<Background 1>

Ch'en : Save those rotten words until after you're dead.

Mephisto : Or, you could forcefully activate the Originium Arts imbued in that sword. Something terrible will happen, right? I'll let you decide your own fate.

Ch'en : Do you think you'll get a hero's death?
Listen, brat. When one dies, nothing is left behind.
If I have to sacrifice myself to kill you...
I'll do it, even though it's not worth it.

Mephisto : Hmph.
We have nothing more to talk about then. Goodbye, Madam Ch'en. Faust.

Faust : Command, f—

Ch'en : Tch...

<Background black>

??? : You don't need to go that far, Madam Ch'en!

Ch'en : ...?

Mephisto : What's that?

Ch'en : A helicopter? No, that doesn't look like one. It's...

<Background 2>

??? : Blaze, jump!

Blaze : Mind your landing posture! Don't leave my heat flow!

<Background 1>

L.G.D. Agent : What's that? Someone's jumping down?!

??? : "As terror rises, her eyes become blind…"

Mephisto : Damn, Rhodes Island? From above?!
These black lines... Wait, is that you...

??? : "...As the tears dry, she weeps silently."

Mephisto's Guard : ...Nghh...
...Nngh, uuughhh...
Ughh.... Aaaargh! Ugh!

Mephisto : What's going on here? Why are my guards screaming as if they're grieving?
My Arts should have wiped all their emotions, so why? What's going on?!
Is that you?!! Damn you!!
The Rabbit of Rhodes Island!!

<Background fades out>

??? : I temporarily restricted their movement, but it'll only last for about ten seconds!

Blaze : That's more than enough time for me to make a safe zone!

??? : Let's do it, Blaze!

Blaze : Are we ready to go all out?

??? : Yes, now!

Blaze : We're about to land – your bottom might get a little sore!

??? : Don't drop me!

Blaze : Of course!

<Background fades in>

Faust : Command, fire!

??? : Don't underestimate us!

[The unknown R.I. member uses her Arts to deflect the snipers' shots. ]

Faust : ...My bolts were diverted by the wind? How could this...

??? : Cut the roof apart from underneath those Reunion troops!

Blaze : Sure thing, but make sure to hold on tight! I can only do this once every few months!

<Background fades out and in>

Mephisto's Herd : Uh... Urgh?

[Blaze cuts open the roof with her tactical chainsaw, causing it to collapse and taking some of Mephisto's herd with it. ]

Mephisto's Herd : Aaaaaaaghh!!

L.G.D. Agent : She cut a huge crack through the roof of the building!

Ch'en : I know. Watch out for falling debris!

<Background 1>

L.G.D. Agent : What's going on here? How'd she do that? What happened?!
Woah, a lot of Reunion's forces fell onto this level!
Forget them, hold on tight!

[The L.G.D. officers below withstand the debris from the collapsing roof as Swire contacts Ch'en. ]

Swire : Hello, hello?
You don't need to be in such a hurry to get yourself killed.

Ch'en : ...
We're in the middle of a crisis. What are you doing on this channel?

Swire : Oh, I just wanted to tell you that I'm done with my mission.
Rhodes Island has something really powerful, and they'll be here with it soon.

Ch'en : They're already here. What was this mission of yours anyway?

Swire : Coordinating with Rhodes Island.

<Background 1>

Blaze : Safe landing!

??? : Blaze, you can put me down.

Ch'en : You... you guys...

??? : Madam Ch'en!

Ch'en : Amiya...!

Amiya : Sorry it took us so long to get here, Madam Ch'en.
In accordance to our agreement, Rhodes Island will now be supporting you.

<Background 2>

「A few minutes ago...
4:21 AM \ Overcast
Call Sign: "Bad Guy", 40m above L.G.D. Headquarters, Upper Lungmen 」

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : All right, it's time for your debut!

Blaze : Why are you so enthusiastic about this? She left you to die in that ruined city, so isn't it only right to let her wallow in her helplessness?

Amiya : Blaze, don't be like that. Dr. {nickname} is right. We have to resolve Lungmen's problem first.
Otherwise, everything we've done will have been for naught.

Blaze : Fine, if that's an order, I'll do it.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...Go forth.

Blaze : I know.
But to be honest, I don't really want to help that woman.

Amiya : Blaze, we can't let all our efforts over the last three months go to waste.

Blaze : Hitting me with the cost versus benefit, huh? Whatever, I just have to do it.

Amiya : Some things can wait until after Lungmen is safe.

Blaze : When that time comes, we're gonna make a fortune!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Look at that sorry shape she's in. She needs your help, Amiya.

Blaze : I mean, we look like we've been beaten up even worse than her, right?
What a pain. I didn't expect that woman in the ruined city to be so arrogant. Kal'tsit never even gave me a heads up...

Amiya : I'll treat you to curry after we get back to Rhodes Island.
We can take some time to rest up afterwards. But right now, we need to put an end to this battle once and for all.

Blaze : All right, we have a deal. Let's go!

<Dialogue branch ends here>

<Background 1>

Mephisto : Why are you bunch here?

Amiya : We have to be here, Mephisto.

Mephisto : What the hell is FrostNova doing? What's going on with her anyway? Did she pass out again?!
You accursed rabbit... You and your entire rabble were supposed to freeze to death in Chernobog!

Amiya : I cannot die yet.
As long as Oripathy continues to plague these lands, our battle will never end.
We will rid the world of psychopaths like you, as well as the persecution that the Infected face!

Mephisto : Aha... Ahaha...!
Come, little rabbit, if I am your enemy, then come kill me! Kill me! Kill me right now!

Amiya : No... You are not my enemy.

Mephisto : Then I will slaughter you!

Amiya : If you seek a glorious death, you will not find it here. I only wish to destroy your hatred and malice.
What happens to you is of no concern to me. But look at the Infected around you. Your death will bring nothing to them.

Mephisto : You...!

Amiya : I have no empathy to spare for the likes of you, at least for the time being.

Mephisto : Are you trying to make an enemy out of Reunion, out of all of us? Do you want to taste how deep the wrath of the Infected runs?

Amiya : Not all Infected are the same. You and Miss FrostNova have nothing in common. Not everyone in Reunion is a psychopath like you.

Mephisto : What did she tell you? That woman...!
Aren't you misunderstanding something?
I am the one who can control these cities and bend all these pawns to my will! Not her!

Amiya : That's why... If someone has to bring you to justice, then I will be the one to do it!

Blaze : That's right. Plus, weren't we enemies long ago?

Amiya : Right!
We became enemies the moment you began to spread terror and tragedy!

Ch'en : ...
Amiya.

Amiya : Madam Ch'en, please hold on a bit longer. Our support squad will be there shortly.

Ch'en : Sorry.

Amiya : Huh?
...There's too much noise. I didn't hear your battle plan, Madam Ch'en.

Ch'en : Hah. I know.

Amiya : Give us your orders, Madam Ch'en.

Ch'en : Yan has an old saying, "to catch bandits, you must first catch the ringleader."
In other words, if we want to destroy our enemies, we have to capture their commander first.
Be careful. His mindless minions will rise up again and again.
Free them from their suffering if you can.

Amiya : ...I understand.
Doctor.

Doctor : Underestood.[sic] I'll issue commands from the rear.

Amiya : Okay!
Blaze, I'll break their formation with my Arts. I'm counting on you to push back their attacks!
We have to take some of the pressure off from Madam Ch'en!

Blaze : She's certainly strong, but do you think she's that strong? Do you think she can take down those two by herself? I highly doubt it.

Amiya : I trust that the Doctor's leadership will help her get the job done.

Ch'en : ...
Dr. {nickname} of Rhodes Island.
I'll be engaging the enemy commander next.

Doctor : You'll need help to clear the way, right? No problem! / ... / I'll give you an opportunity to get to the enemy commander.

Ch'en : Hmph.
Regardless of what I said before, you have my trust this time.

Doctor : I'll trust you too.

Mephisto : ...
Rhodes Island, are you in cahoots with Lungmen now?
Now that I'm seeing this for myself, I'm starting to realize how shameful this is for us Infected.

Blaze : It only took four of us to drive you into the corner. The only shameful thing here is you!

Amiya : Mephisto, your atrocities end here!

Mephisto : Faust! Wipe them out, every single one! Get them out of my sight!

Faust : Yes...

Ch'en : It's time to end this battle.
Only then... can we prepare for the next one.
Your orders, Dr. {nickname}.

Doctor : Rhodes Island, follow my orders.
Assist Madam Ch'en, and reclaim the L.G.D. Headquarters!

After operation

Summary

The grand entrance of Rhodes Island's elite operator, Blaze, quickly turns the battle one-sided. Seeing that nothing else can be done, Faust pulls Mephisto from the battlefield.
And thus, another situation draws to an end.

<Background 1>

[After a tough fight, the Rhodes Island-Lungmen Guard Department forces managed to corner Mephisto and his Reunion troops. ]

Ch'en : You have nowhere left to run.

Mephisto : ...Damn... you!

<Background fades out and in>

Blaze : Where do you think you're going?

Faust : Ngh...

Blaze : Put your hands where I can see them!
I've seen through all your tricks, kid with the scales!

[Faust fires several shots at Blaze, but the Feline blocks them. ]

Blaze : I told you, that's not going to work!

Amiya : Blaze!

Blaze : Hmph, don't worry. These attacks hurt about as much as firecrackers!

Faust : You blocked my shots in advance.
You know where they're coming from?

Blaze : Of course I do, I've already figured you out.
Amiya, back off. I'm going to use "that"!

Amiya : Got it! I'll disrupt Mephisto's guards again, so make it quick!

Blaze : Take this bit of my blood as a farewell gift, Reunion's "Phantom Crossbowmen!"
Seethe, and blast apart their disguise!

[Blaze cuts her arms as the dripping blood somehow catches fire. ]

Faust : ...!
You're using your own blood as an incendiary?

Blaze : Hah, do I look like some sort of caster to you? Only some egotistical newbie would go around committing arson like that.
Sorry, but this is just one of my fighting techniques. Show yourselves – you have nowhere to hide!

<Background 1>

Phantom Crossbowman : ...
Faust, my camouflage is gone.

Faust : Command, retreat.

L.G.D. Agent : What are those...?! When did Reunion hide snipers over there?

Phantom Crossbowman : Now?

Faust : Right now.

L.G.D. Agent : Multiple Reunion snipers have appeared, primarily in the 2nd floor of the east building and the 3rd floor of the south building!

Amiya : Proceed with caution. They might have set up ambushes for us on the lower levels!

L.G.D. Agent : Was the strange phenomenon in the building also caused by them?

Blaze : Clever, you used refraction to make themselves seem invisible.
However, you can't completely conceal your tracks, or make sudden movements without compromising the effect of your Arts.
Am I correct?

Faust : ...You're quite smart.

Blaze : It's all because of our great intel. Now that you know the gig's up, you should surrender.
If you want to continue fighting, I'll make you pay for the deaths of Ace and Scout. Hmph, I don't even care if you weren't involved, kid.

Phantom Crossbowman : Faust, we still have ammunition.

Faust : Retreat. We've already lost our intel advantage. I will keep them occupied. The rest of you, move immediately.

Phantom Crossbowman : Understood.

Mephisto : Why aren't you shooting her? Faust!
Attack, my guards! Hurry! There are four of them, just four... and only three of them pose any threat!
Fight! Tear apart those sinners now!

Amiya : With Dr. {nickname}'s leadership, the three of us are more than enough to defeat all of you!
Not to mention, those Infected who you harmed, who you robbed of their free will to the point of not even being people anymore...
Even that scaled boy next to you might not side with you anymore. His thoughts are filled with sorrow and turmoil...
Mephisto, you are alone on this battlefield!

Mephisto : ...

Faust : You can read my mind?

Amiya : No, I just felt it.

Faust : So, you'd have no idea what I'm thinking.

Amiya : ...!

[Suddenly Faust fires several shots at Amiya... ]

Blaze : Amiya!

[...who barely managed to block them. ]

Amiya : I'm fine, I can barely block his shots...! However, I won't be able to keep suppressing...

<Background fades out and in>

Mephisto's Guard : GRAAAAAAGHHH!! AAAARRRRGGHH!!

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : My control is slipping!

Faust : Mephisto, let's go.
Their reinforcements are wiping out our forces.
We've never even seen some of them before. There's been a change in the plan. Our moves have been read.

Mephisto : ...Why haven't our forces come? We have over twenty squads and two major brigades, so why are none of them here still?
Where is Crownslayer? Or FrostNova?

Faust : This isn't like Chernobog. We couldn't shut down the enemy's communications, so they were able to call lots of reinforcements and put up a vigorous resistance.
Mephisto...

Mephisto : Where are they still not here yet?!

Faust : We won't know the reason unless we see it for ourselves. Let's get out of here first.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Blaze, I'm about to reach my limit. Can you finish this?

Blaze : Sure thing. Just me and that Ch'en lady should suffice!

<Background fades out and in>

Faust : Quick!

[Ch'en stands in Faust and Mephisto's way. ]

Ch'en : Did I give you permission to leave?

Mephisto : You... Guards! Kill her! Kill her!!

Mephisto's Guard : Grrr... Grooooar!!!

Blaze : Tsk... Over a dozen of them started moving at once. That's going to be a pain.

Mephisto's Guard : GROOAAAAAR!!!

Blaze : They're coming at us, Ch'en!

Ch'en : Thank you, Rhodes Island operator. Now, nobody can get in my way.

Blaze : Huh?

Ch'en : (Haah... it's still no good? I don't have a way to completely counteract their cloaking... Forget it, this should be good enough.)
(Chi Xiao, this time...)
"Crimson overflowing—"

[Ch'en used her Chi Xiao to strike down Mephisto's elite guards... ]

Mephisto's Guard : ...Gah!

Blaze : ...Can it be...?

Mephisto's Guard : Uaaagh... Argh...
Thank... you...

[...putting them out of their misery once and for all. ]

Mephisto : ...

Blaze : Did you unsheath your sword just then? Just one slash? And you managed to cut down a dozen of those things?

Amiya : That sword...

Blaze : Amiya, I think I should start choosing my words a lot more carefully around her.

<Background fades out and in>

Ch'en : Hmph.

Mephisto : You... What did you do...

[Ch'en used Chi Xiao on Mephisto, but Faust pushes him out of the way... ]

Faust : Run!

Ch'en : You can't escape either.

[...only to be struck in Mephisto's stead. ]

Faust : Gah...!

Mephisto : Faust... Faust! You're injured! You're... no, no... Nooo!

Faust : ...

Ch'en : It's over.

Faust : Not yet.

Ch'en : What?!

[An explosion suddenly occurs. ]

Ch'en : *cough* *cough*... He lured me in to shoot from point blank?

Blaze : Didn't you manage to block it though?

Ch'en : They used the cover of the explosion to make their escape!

[More explosions are heard. ]

Blaze : Woah, a chain of explosions?
Argh, the entire top level is collapsing! We're not going to be able to chase after them?

Ch'en : Half of that was your doing.

Blaze : Can't do a thing about that.

<Background 3>

[Faust, Mephisto, and what's left of the Reunion troops flees through the streets of Lungmen. ]

Faust : Hurry, we need to go.

Mephisto : No, I need to stay here, until they come...

Faust : We've failed this step. You must leave.

Mephisto : I failed? I failed? Impossible!
Wasn't everything going according to plan...? Did I not call for our reinforcements a long time ago?
Were we betrayed? Was our information leaked? Who was it? Why does the L.G.D. know about our deployment and our strategies?

Faust : Just go!

Mephisto : If we weren't betrayed, then who could have done it?!
Talulah would never make a mistake... So she must have planned for this...
No, that's impossible... Why would she set us up like this?
...Faust, there's no way I can accept this... I refuse to believe it.

Faust : Jump! I'll hold on to you!

Mephisto : Fine...

Blaze : Well… shoot, Madam. Looks like this building's going to need some serious renovating.
It's a shame that those two kids got away though.
Those mindless followers are still coming at us like cornered animals. Dealing with all of them is still going to be a serious thorn in the side.

Amiya : At least we managed to take back the headquarters.
This is our victory, even if it's a short-lived one.

<Background 1>

Ch'en : Amiya...
...
How did Rhodes Island manage to make it out of Chernobog?

Amiya : Miss Blaze came to our aid in the knick of time.
There was also a loud-mouthed L.G.D. officer just outside the ruined city...

Blaze : It would've been easier if you had just helped us in the first place instead of watching from the sidelines.

[Ch'en refuses to comment on Blaze. ]

Blaze : I was expecting you to say something like "I didn't need Rhodes Island's help anyway," or "I'd rather die than work with them."
But at least you don't seem to be that stubborn. Is there anything else you'd like to say? If not, I'd like to head back to Rhodes Island.

Ch'en : I never knew Rhodes Island had an aircraft like that.

Blaze : Heh, we have a lot of things that might surprise you.

Ch'en : Just like you, we don't want to play our entire hand.

Blaze : You're not counting us as one of your cards, are you?

Ch'en : ...

<Background fades out and in>

L.G.D. Agent : Um, Madam Ch'en... there's an incoming transmission on a private line.
It's for you.

Ch'en : Hello?

[Wei Yenwu answers Ch'en. ]

Wei Yenwu : Well done, Madam Ch'en.
Is Madam Swire also on this channel?

[Swire joins in the call. ]

Swire : I am.

Wei Yenwu : Please report your progress.

Swire : I bailed Rhodes Island out, and also finished arrangements for the various brigades. Coordinating and managing everything took me three full nights.
How about you, Madam Ch'en?

Ch'en : I've already taken back—
...
—with Rhodes Island's assistance, we've taken back the L.G.D. Headquarters. Their commander will spread word of their defeat through the ranks.
The Reunion forces left in Lungmen have been coralled into our ambush points using the routes we arranged for them.
Next, we just need to wait for their counterattack.
My mission is now complete.

Wei Yenwu : I've also received reports from a few of your other colleagues. All missions in the last phase have been completed flawlessly. Well done, all of you.
We will now move onto the next phase.

[Wei ends the call. ]

5-11: Decisive Counterattack

Summary

Wei Yenwu's calculations and ruthlessness are terrifying, but evident are his qualifications as the Chief of Lungmen.
Rhodes Island chooses to continue to cooperate for its own goals.

<Background 1>

「4:45 AM \ Clear
L.G.D. Headquarters Rooftop Ruins, Upper Lungmen 」

Wei Yenwu : Madam Ch'en, I believe Amiya is right next to you. Can you hear me?

Ch'en : Yes, Chief Wei.

Wei Yenwu : Very well then.
I must apologize, leader of Rhodes Island. Though I can risk sending the L.G.D. deep into enemy territory, I can't risk bringing any more players into this game.

Doctor : Bringing more players in? / ...What do you mean by that? / The situation out there is already chaotic.

Wei Yenwu : Dr. {nickname}...
Beneath this entire land lies an invisible, yet intricate net.
No single city can break free from this net of conspiracy and intrigue – and especially not Lungmen, as it is situated in the midsts of giants.
Perhaps you already know this, perhaps you don't. Nevertheless, I have to take all these factors into consideration.

Amiya : Chief Wei, you should have shared this information with us if you wanted our mission to progress more smoothly.
At least, you should have told me.

Wei Yenwu : I must apologize yet again, Miss Amiya. From my position, I simply cannot disclose all our intel.
If you were standing in my shoes, you would have made the same decision.
What happened in the Chernobog ruins was a pity, but at least you achieved something.

Blaze : You used us to draw Reunion's attention.

Wei Yenwu : No, the L.G.D. was right there with you.

Doctor : You used all of us as bait.

Wei Yenwu : Huh?

<Background fades out>

Kal'tsit : He planned for all this a long time ago.
Reunion's infiltration only deepens as time passes, so he had to quickly make a decision.

<Background fades in>

Doctor : At the most crucial moment, when Reunion was most vulnerable...
Rhodes Island was made to draw their attention.

<Background fades out>

Kal'tsit : He led Reunion to believe that the L.G.D. had been separated–

<Background fades in>

Doctor : ...and fooled them into thinking that Lungmen was undefended.

Blaze : Hah, well said, Dr. {nickname}! Chief, of course you'd need us to hold Reunion back. The more the better, right?
When the lurking Reunion saw Lungmen in such a state, there's no way they wouldn't spring at the opportunity.
And as soon as they began to emerge from their lairs, then BAM! Lungmen's elite forces would be waiting for them, seemingly out of nowhere.
How long have you been concealing Lungmen's power? Did you already start preparing for this after the Chernobog incident?

Wei Yenwu : Lungmen kept you safe, and helped you return to a position that could maximize your value.

Blaze : You left Amiya to die back there in the middle of so many enemies. What kind of "position" are you talking about?

Wei Yenwu : I just hope that Rhodes Island can understand that we all have to face this difficult situation together.

Amiya : Miss Blaze, Dr. {nickname}, it's fine.
Miss Swire helped us to defeat Reunion's forces, together. Lungmen did not abandon us.
(We don't have any proof.)

Blaze : Tch...

Wei Yenwu : Our agreement is still valid. No matter what happened during the process, only the end result can satisfy me.
No matter what happened.
Dr. {nickname} of Rhodes Island, I believe I made myself clear the last time we met.
You do not have a choice in this matter. But at least you can choose how you eliminate your enemies.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I don't believe you or the snake oil you peddle.

Wei Yenwu : Isn't that for the best?
We should all stay alert. Nobody should let their guard down when we are facing a common enemy.
Your vigilance can keep you from falling into a trap.
Listen, Dr. {nickname}–
...We may not be friends yet, but at least we are not enemies.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...

Wei Yenwu : So, silence is your answer.
A fine display of judgment. You would hide your weaknesses while pressing your advantages.
Rhodes Island indeed is a powerful partner. You have earned my recognition from this incident.
But, this comes on the condition that our relationship is still a partnership, not a statement of the status between illegal Infected and local authorities.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Nobody will happily smile and go on their way after being deceived.

Wei Yenwu : I do not intend to fool anyone.
Though, objectively speaking, I may well have fooled Reunion.
But none of that can be proven. Reunion may also have access to our secrets.
We can only hope to destroy them before they come to grasp our strategies.
So, does this goal motivate you at all?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Wei Yenwu : Miss Amiya, Dr. {nickname}, the cooperation between us has not ended yet.
A counterattack is imminent. We will demonstrate Lungmen's stature, wisdom, and unity to them.
If possible, I would also like to witness Rhodes Island's professionalism, resolve, and bravery.
In fifteen minutes, Madam Ch'en will return to fight at your side.

Amiya : Mister Wei, I hope you don't forget what you just said.
Because Rhodes Island will not.

Wei Yenwu : Naturally.

[Wei Yenwu ends the call. ]

Amiya : Blaze, Dr. {nickname}, let's go.
Ah, by the way, Madam Ch'en, where's Inspector Hoshiguma? I don't see her around. Is she... all right?

Ch'en : She had some minor injuries, nothing serious.

Amiya : Oh, I see...
Madam Ch'en, Rhodes Island can also give you a checkup and provide some quick treatment if needed.

Ch'en : No thanks.

Amiya : You don't have to worry about anything, our medical procedures are completely confidential.

Ch'en : A little bit of elbow grease is good enough.

Amiya : Mm... If you insist, then I won't force you.
In that case, I'll see you later then, Madam Ch'en.

<Background 2>

「5:00 AM \ Clear
Chief's Office, Upper Lungmen 」

[Swire contacts Wei Yenwu. ]

Swire : Chief Wei, how was everything on your end?

Wei Yenwu : Good, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't have time to chat with you here.

Swire : Did they agree to slow down the operation?

Wei Yenwu : Of course, but there is a time limit.
Today, and tomorrow. If Reunion is still not contained after two days, you know what will happen.

Swire : Only two days?! That's not enough time! I can't–

Wei Yenwu : Two days and nights are already too generous. In comparison, I will only give you one day.

Swire : One day?

Wei Yenwu : I want you to take care of everything within a day.

Swire : Chief Wei, if they can help us, we can get rid of Reunion within hours. Wouldn't that minimize our losses?

Wei Yenwu : That's not important. Lungmen should be able to handle its own problems, once and for all. That is our first principle.
That is what we need to demonstrate to them. So, everyone, get moving.
Go, Madam Ch'en. It is time to show Reunion some Lungmen hospitality.

Ch'en : Understood.
Chief Wei, I do have one question. Even if you can't answer right now, I hope you can give me a reasonable guess after everything is over.

Wei Yenwu : You may ask.

Ch'en : This is supposed to be Reunion's all-out attack. In that case, why has their leader, Talulah, not appeared in Lungmen?

<Background fades out and in>

Wei Yenwu : Hmm...

[Fumizuki comes to Wei's side. ]

Fumizuki : I thought things were progressing smoothly. Why are you frowning, then?

Wei Yenwu : Have we received any response from Ursus?

Fumizuki : Still nothing.

Wei Yenwu : And we still can't get in contact with Speaker Witte?

Fumizuki : Unfortunately, our messenger hasn't even been able to meet him.

Wei Yenwu : By the looks of things, the Ursus Empire is completely opaque.
Fumizuki, I have a premonition. That this whole thing is just the start of something much bigger.

Fumizuki : The last time I heard you say that was many years ago.

Wei Yenwu : When did I say that? I've completely forgotten why I would say something like that.

Fumizuki : That was right after we first met. Are you saying that you've forgotten about everything that's ever happened between us?

Wei Yenwu : N-no way! How could I! I just can't remember most things apart from our time together.

Fumizuki : Nice try, you sweet-talker. Unfortunately, this isn't something you'll be able to forget.
You said this to my face twenty years ago... that if we lost, this city would be under a different name, and become just another stepping stone on the path to Ursus hegemony.
If we had lost, you wouldn't be the one sitting here. He would.

Wei Yenwu : ...
Duke of Kashchey.

Fumizuki : Alas, poor Tal. Don't you think she reminds us of him?

Wei Yenwu : But he's already dead.
Killed by Talulah herself.

Operation story: 6-1

Before operation

Summary

Rhodes Island and the L.G.D. officially begin their campaign against Reunion.
Elsewhere in Lungmen, Blaze stands against a squad of Reunion members.

<Background black>

「The Year 937
Duke Erik and Professor Lierland D. of Piesberg Parliamentary University published this co-authored paper in The Journal of Urban History ("Where Did We Come From?" Issue 44).
The paper discussed the results of a detailed analysis of a collection of weathered remains.
The investigation into Sargon Excavation Site 4 revealed a common origin for Infected quarantines and executions with the law itself.
......
That is to say, the suffering of the Infected predates even the emergence of the law. 」

<Background 1>

「Lungmen, Support Structure Level, Exit 」

Doctor : FrostNova!

FrostNova : Now, we must fight.
If you defeat me, it means some will be able to survive––

<Background black>

FrostNova : I am willing to join Rhodes Island. I am willing to fight together with you against the enemies of the Infected, your way.
This is my burden to bear.

「8:50 AM – Four hours after the recapture of L.G.D. Headquarters – Near the Commandery Exit 」

「L.G.D. and Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals
Lungmen Search-and-Destroy Campaign – Final Phase
1. Control Reunion's movements within Lungmen. Complete under the direction of the L.G.D.
2. Mop up Reunion's forces still in Lungmen. Complete under the direction of L.G.D.
3. Eliminate Reunion's operational commander, or their command influence. Complete under the direction of L.G.D.
4. Eliminate the Reunion Movement before they can withdraw to the slums. Complete under a joint L.G.D. and Rhodes Island operation. 」

<Background 2>

「"...Attention all citizens... are performing an evacuation exercise..."
"...Those citizens who have failed to evacuate, please lock your doors, draw your curtains, and do not leave your homes..." 」

??? : Does it have to be so loud?

??? : Shoot that drone down already!

[The broadcast drone was shot down. ]

Mephisto : Now we're just caught up in an exercise? How dare they use such cheap tricks to cover up the exquisite terror I've worked so hard to formulate!
And to repeat it over and over again in both Lungmen and Ursine tongues!
I've had enough of these drones. Get! Hurry! Keep to the side streets!

Phantom Crossbowman : Nothing from Scout Team 3 either!

Reunion Member : Assault's signal suddenly c- cut out...
We're losing contact with all overwatch teams one by one!

Mephisto : Why! How!
Such an insult... such humiliation foisted on our movement!
But how, and why? Damn you, Lungmen! Damn the Lungmenites! Damn the uninfected!

Phantom Crossbowman : (I've never seen him so unstable like this.)
(Faust, do we still have a chance to retreat?)

Faust : ......
(I'll make some space for you.)
(If it's just your run-of-the-mill cops with the L.G.D. plus Rhodes Island, we should be able to get away.)

Phantom Crossbowman : (What do you mean? Who else could be out there?)

Mephisto : Agh...! I can't believe this! I can't get through!!
If I can't even issue orders to my teams, how am I supposed to win?

Faust : (Someone is watching us. There is still more to this city.)
(Get ready. To survive.)

Phantom Crossbowman : (Got it.)
(...Faust.)

Faust : (Hm?)

Phantom Crossbowman : (We trust you.)

Faust : (......)

<Background 3>

「9:20 AM - Rhodes Island patrol route near the L. G. D. 」

Blaze : They're really leaving this to the Infected? Rhodes Island got a raw deal this time.
And in Lungmen! Hmph. How could a city as big as Lungmen not have what it takes to fight off an invasion on its own?
Now they've got Infected fighting Infected on behalf of the normies...
Whatever. It's certainly not the first time.

<Background 4>

Reunion Member : Hurry up and clear a path! Don't look back, just break through their defenses!
If we can just get across this street, we have a shot at grouping up with the second brigade!
Don't give them a chance to return fire. There aren't many of us left––

??? : And in a moment, there won't be any of you left.

Reunion Member : What?!

[Blaze lands close to the Reunion soldiers and approaches them. ]

Reunion Member : Wh... who are you? Did you just drop out of the sky?!
Get back, get out of here! She... she might be able to fly!

Blaze : ...I really can't!

Guard : Identify yourself!

Blaze : Use your scanner!
(Sorry, I have to deal with this first!)

Reunion Member : Huh?

Blaze : Lungmen law enforcement, listen up! I am from Rhodes Island.
Hold your fire. I really don't want to have to deal with crossfire while I'm fighting.
I can handle this on my own. You head on to the next roadblock.
Okay then. Back to you guys.

Reunion Member : What's up with this chick?

Blaze : I'll explain it to you. I'm sure you can figure it out. Probably.
(Deep breath)
I am Blaze, one of Rhodes Island's elite operators. My current objective is to cripple your combat capabilities.
The intentions with which you undertook this invasion of a foreign city-state notwithstanding, we aim chiefly to disarm you.
Setting aside the injuries and damages you have inflicted upon others, and attendant penalties, any attempt to resist at this point is pointless. Put down your weapons. You still have a chance.

Reunion Member : Huh? What? You...

Blaze : My fellow Infected, I give you a choice:
Surrender at once, and I will escort you to Rhodes Island, and subsequently deposit you somewhere welcoming to Infected.

[The Reunion soldiers attacked Blaze, but she blocks them. ]

Reunion Member : She blocked it with her bare hands?!

Blaze : Seeing as how you continue to resist, there's nothing more I can say.

Reunion Member : As if we'd just let you lock us up? How crazy are you?

Blaze : I'm not crazy! There's a time and a place for fight, and a time and a place for flight.
It's just that when you choose to fight, all I can do is fight back.
Either way, I don't need my chainsaw.
Sorry, I really don't want to fight my fellow Infected.
...it's so humid in Lungmen.

<Background black>

Reunion Member : This stupid cat... is using Arts! Her body's steaming up!

Blaze : My body? Guess again. Is it the air around me that's getting hot, or the air around you?
Let's take a Sami bath together. My treat.

After operation

Summary

Blaze dispatches of the enemy and groups up with Amiya. With her is GreyThroat, an operator who Blaze seems to have some bad blood with.
Elsewhere, Ch'en and Swire fight side-by-side again.

<Background 4>

Blaze : Hah...
Luckily I did some warm up back in Chernobog. But really, I didn't even break a sweat handling you guys.

Reunion Member : You! You Rhodes Islander, you're a disgrace to all Infected. How could you turn on your own like this just to help Lungmen?!
So you'll hand us over to them, as if that keeps your hands clean? Bullshit! How do you live with yourself?!

Blaze : Huh?
You ate two punches, cracked your skull on the pavement and you've still got the energy to talk trash? Not bad.
But you've got it all wrong.

Reunion Member : Mmf!

Blaze : Having trouble breathing? Feel like your lungs are on fire?

Reunion Member : Ack... Guh...

Blaze : It starts in your sinuses, then crawls down your windpipe, until it finally finds a home there in your diaphragm. All I have to do is wiggle my little finger and...
A stream of superheated air will shoot into your body, expand, ignite your organs, and erupt out of your pores.
The funny thing is, Lungmen might let you live. But me and my little finger...?

Reunion Member : Aah! Gaaah...!

Blaze : Won't leave any of you breathing.

Reunion Member : Nooooo! L-let me go! Please!!!

Blaze : Fine. I'll be merciful.
Officer! Over here. You take care of them.
And one more thing, my new Ursus buddy. You think next time you could actually make me break a sweat?
Hey, they made it.
Dr. {nickname}, over here!

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : You were amazing!

Blaze : Hah. That was nothing.
How about next time I show you how to snap an arm 90 degrees without breaking the bone?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Blaze : Hey, what's with that face...?
How long have you been at Rhodes Island? You're acting like you've never seen a fight before.
Compared to them, I'm a regular softie.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You're certainly making a lot of noise.

Blaze : But of course. You think I'm the type to play it low-key?
If I can put the fear of Blaze into them, who knows how many others might just give up.
I have to play it up to make all my hard work worth something.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : Let's not steer the Doctor astray...

Blaze : Bunny!

Amiya : Don't just scoop me up like a toy!

Blaze : But you're just so soft...! Hey! Stop struggling! Just let it happen. I promise I won't bite!

Amiya : Blaze... Stop... Can't... Breathe!

Blaze : Phew.

Amiya : We've only been apart for an hour! What's with you! Get serious!

Blaze : I take it back. You're not cute.

Amiya : ......
That's enough...!

Blaze : Woah, hey, I was just playing! Get out of my head! I can't take you screwing around with my emotions again!
Wait.
She's here with you?

GreyThroat : Hello, I'm...

Blaze : I know who you are.
Talk to my fellow Infected like that again and I'll tear out your throat myself.

Amiya : Blaze!

Blaze : Sorry, Amiya.
But that's the way it is. And she deserves a warning.

GreyThroat : ......

Blaze : I'm out. Rendezvous at the next waypoint.

[Blaze leaves. ]

Amiya : GreyThroat, Blaze may have misunderstood you.

GreyThroat : It's fine. I really did say those things.

Amiya : She shouldn't be dredging up your past to attack the person you are today.

GreyThroat : Who knows? Have I really changed? Even I don't know.

Doctor : You'll need to do something to find it out then. / ...... / Can we really have you running ops right now?

GreyThroat : I'm here because I wanted to do something. No matter what that Blaze says.

Amiya : Sigh...

Doctor : (Amiya...)

Amiya : (Right... She's not Infected, so GreyThroat might not grasp the reality of Rhodes Island's current situation.)
(This operation could force her to decide once and for all... if she's going to stay or leave.)
(But she's gotten used to taking orders, and doesn't speak up much. Sometimes she does surprise, though...)
(There's no malice in her heart. She just needs a chance to find herself.)
(Still, she's strong and reliable. You can trust her, Doctor. And even if we can't help her, I know she can help you.)
Oh... where did Gavial go?

Doctor : Got too excited and went to crack some skulls? / ...... / Probably went to do frivolous collateral damage.

Amiya : She can't do that!
Wait a minute, who taught you to think of her like that, Doctor? I mean, it's kind of true, but still...
We can't afford to make mistakes here. Hurry to the next waypoint and try to signal her.
Even if she's operating according to plan, there'll be trouble if no one's watching her...

Doctor : What about the other teams?

Amiya : We've got elite operators acting as squad leaders. They'll report in. Don't worry.
We stand at a crucial point in this joint operation. This is the decisive battle for Lungmen.

Doctor : What about Superintendent Ch'en?

Amiya : She has her own mission to command.
Superintendent Ch'en, as Chief of the Special Inspection Unit, will be deploying the best the L. G. D. has to offer against Reunion in service of our joint plan.
At the same time, she has to herd Reunion's main force to the target location, all while keeping any of their smaller teams from slipping into the slums.

Amiya : And we, Rhodes Island, will keep moving through the waypoints on our patrol route, mopping up Reunion's squads along the way, pushing them to give up the fight.
Finally, we'll reach the target location at the slums and, together with the L. G. D., we'll deliver the decisive blow to Reunion's main force.
Considering the scale, there's relatively little Rhodes Island can do. But we'll execute the plan to the best of our abilities.
As for the issues that have come up in the course of our cooperation with the L. G. D.... Dr. {nickname}, I promise to answer all our people.
But, Doctor, there is something only you can do.

<Background 4>

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Leave it to me!

Amiya : Heh, good.
But it's not the kind of thing you'll have to put so much effort into.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Now's not the time to clam up!
Are you waiting for me to say more?
You could at least tell me what you're thinking, Doctor...!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Should I be taking this more seriously?

Amiya : No, that's okay!
This isn't the kind of thing you need to be so solemn about.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : I'm going to call up Blaze and have her look after you. And for the little while until we meet up again, I need you to look after her too.

Doctor : Me look after her? Have you seen me? / ...... / I can protect an elite operator? News to me.

Amiya : Ugh... I'm not talking about like in battle! I mean look after her psychology.
You know Rhodes Island has to fight the Infected sometimes.
Especially right now. Our cooperation with Lungmen has led to some friction.
Blaze is one of the elite operators we rely on for survival, yes, but her psychological state has an impact on her performance.
It is because she is so resolutely committed to our mission that her encounters with the Infected have the potential to influence her emotions.
Go on, Doctor. Treat it as an opportunity to learn what makes her tick.
Show your appreciation for her. Thank her for saving you back there. She'll eat it up!

Doctor : Good idea! / ...... / Is that really necessary?.

Amiya : I believe in you, Doctor! Go get 'em!

<Background 5>

[Ch'en and Swire establishes a radio contact with L.G.D. officers. ]

Swire : Their main force is engaging our other teams!
We will reach the target location ahead of Reunion and join the formation!

Ch'en : Tell them we need to eliminate all Reunion elements that have not joined up with their main force first.

Swire : Right. Got it!
Do what Superintendent Ch'en just said! Over and out!

[Swire ends the radio contact. ]

Swire : How long has it been since we fought together like this?

Ch'en : I wouldn't say we're "fighting together" now. It's more like we're "co-belligerents." How did you get back here anyway?

Swire : 've got my own motor pool, of course. How else do you think I saved Rhodes Island? Now what's got your panties in a twist? I can tell you're upset.

Ch'en : Hm. Let me think.

Swire : You need to think about it! Look at you looking for reasons to be mad...

Ch'en : Oh, right. You went behind my back to save Rhodes Island. You could have told me in private.

Swire : Was that embarrassing for you? Or you just don't like being kept in the dark?

Ch'en : Both.

Swire : Wowee... since when are you so direct? My old Officer Ch'en would talk herself in circles for hours...

Ch'en : Eyes forward!

[Reunion soldiers show up. ]

Swire : L. G. D. defender squad, shields up! Play it just like we have a million times before. And never forget, your brothers and sisters are right behind you! Stand firm!

Ch'en : Hold!

Swire : Crossbows, nock!

Reunion Member : They blocked this road too? Uh oh... there's nowhere to go! We're trapped!

Reunion Member : Relax, we can break them! With me!

Ch'en : Hold!

Swire : Guards, ready!

Reunion Member : Overrun them!

Ch'en : ––Now!

Swire : Crossbows, first volley, fire!

Ch'en : Pikes up!
Don't let a single one of them out of our city!

<Background 5>

[Wei Yenwu contacts someone through radio. ]

Wei Yenwu : Are you on site?
Yes, that's right.
I know. But the L. G. D. has their job to do and you have yours. Don't forget your role in all this.
Indeed. Lin Kojui is quite opposed.
But this matter is beyond him!
......
I've heard all the opinions from all the stakeholders. But there is no wiggle room here. I do what must be done.
Kojui's daughter will reach out to you. In the next three weeks, you are not to contact me. Everything goes to her.
I leave it to you. Don't worry. I am watching you.
...There's no need for that. The past is the past. And it stays in the past.
Right. To the peaceful and stable future of Lungmen.

<Background black>

??? : Wei, old boy, we're brothers, of a sort, aren't we...?
So I'm asking you, for the sake of my daughter and her mother...
Honestly, should I even have to ask? Would you really refuse to help your own sister?
I've already decided on a name for my daughter. We'll call her...
...Talulah.
Don't take it to heart. I understand.
It's all very clear to me.

Operation story: 6-2

Before operation

Summary

The old memories that GreyThroat stirred up cause Blaze to have second thoughts.
However, the top priority is to deal with Reunion.

<Background 1>

「Oh... Rosmontis, what are you doing? 」

Rosmontis : I... I wanna fix this terminal.
Six years of memories up to last year... I saved them all in here...
This morning, I went to read the log from June 12, but the screen wouldn't turn on.
What if... what if I can't ever read them again...?
The March 14th log, when I went to the botanical gardens with daddy, or hiking in July, or the time when mommy...
...Mommy...

「D– don't cry! Listen, you're not great with screens, right?
Why not wait until Scout can help you fix it? Or Closure?
I'll take it to Closure for you. She'll fix it up lickety-split! 」

Rosmontis : Scout...
Is Scout that one operator who moves around all quiet?

「That's him! You know him? 」

Rosmontis : Yeah.
With that perfectly polished look... like a porcelain doll.
There he is.

「Huh...? 」

Scout : I had yet to hear your estimation of me. I now understand how weak it is.

「When did you get here?! 」

Scout : You could say I have always been here. I am used to concealing myself.

Rosmontis : So Mr. Scout was here all along.
Why didn't Blaze sense it?

「I... I wasn't paying attention. I just didn't notice!
Hey, if you were standing here all this time, why didn't you help her fix it? 」

Scout : Forgive me. We are mere moments from undertaking a mission. I must focus my energy on calibrating my weaponry.
You might ask Closure, or the good Mechanist to assist you.

「Are you about to go save Dr. {nickname}? 」

[Ace appears. ]

Ace : Yes.

「Oh. You're going too. 」

Ace : It's me we're talking about. If I didn't go, what kind of joke would Rhodes Island's elite operators be?

Scout : And what did Ascalon say?

Ace : The usual. She's not going. Always there with Kal'tsit, that one.

Scout : Did it ever occur to you... That now is perhaps not the optimal time?

Ace : But it might be our last chance.
Chernobog is probably going to turn back deep into Ursus to avoid that Catastrophe. And a rescue operation in the Ursus interior is going to be damn near impossible.

「I keep hearing you talk about it, but is this Dr. {nickname} really worth all this? 」

Ace : Worth as much as Amiya and Kal'tsit.

Rosmontis : Have I met the Doctor?

Ace : Not yet. But you will soon.

Rosmontis : Good. I want to know what the Doctor is like too.
I really, really want to.

Scout : You will, kitten.

「By the way, Ace, there's an uninfected girl named GreyThroat on your team. 」

Ace : I'm aware. She's been training in isolation.
Listen, Blaze. I've been working with her for a few months now. She has trouble expressing herself, but she's not a bad person.

「She looked my teammate in the eye and asked, "How hard could it be to be Infected?" 」

Ace : I know. But it might have been a legitimate question to her. She might really be curious.
It's not my place to demand an operator turn her opinion on a dime. And GreyThroat has never once questioned orders.

「I don't care. I'm not going to stand by and let her insult my teammates, and I sure as hell won't let her disgrace the struggle of the Infected. 」

Ace : Now's not the time. I can see the rage you're holding back. But really, not now.

「She said it right in front of me! 」

Scout : Take a breath, Big Cat.
You have a task at hand yourself.

「...I do.
Fine. We'll deal with it when you get back.
Since when is Ace more senior than me? 」

Ace : When you take that tone, I start to think maybe you're screwing around.

Scout : She may very well be mocking you.

「When he goes two days without shaving, he'll definitely look way more senior. 」

Rosmontis : Ace's beard is very manly.

Ace : ...Hm.

「Hahaha! I have to go move some stuff around. Got my own job to do, you know. Later.
Let's get a drink when I'm done! 」

Scout : Try not to puke this time.
Misery spent two hours scrubbing the floor. I wager he would vomit himself when faced with that task again.

「Who knew you could hold your liquor so well!
Rosmontis, Mechanist will give you back your terminal in a bit.
Be a good girl and wait patiently. But don't forget either! 」

Rosmontis : I'll definitely remember! Bye bye!

Scout : Don't burn yourself!

「Relax. I can control my own Arts. 」

<Background 2>

Blaze : ...How is it you went before me?
Ace, was some uninfected girl like GreyThroat really worth training?
How much trust did we earn? And how much trust did we give?
If the Doctor...

[Blaze runs off, but... ]

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : What are you saying over there?!

Blaze : I'm saying bad things about you. To your face.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Blaze : If there's a Doctor hanging around here, hurry up and come out already. You'll need some fancy Arts to hide behind that wall if you don't want me to find you.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : If I don't believe in Rhodes Island...?

Blaze : Then I'll string you up on a lamppost as bait for Reunion. Don't worry! You won't die. A few bolts and a knife or two never hurt anyone.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Blaze : ....sigh.
Sigh!
Did Amiya send you?
Whatever. That's what she's best at. And what she's worst at...
I keep trying to remind her, to get her thinking about how she's still just a kid... it always seems to have the opposite effect.
I guess she'll never be able to put down that grown up persona of hers as long as she's the leader of Rhodes Island.
Of course, if it wasn't Amiya who sent you, if you decided to come keep me company all by yourself, I'm not against the idea.
...Hold me back? Haha! I could carry three of you on my back and I wouldn't even notice. One little Dr. {nickname} can't hold me back.
Hey, look over there.

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : Go on! Get out of here! We don't want to fight!

L. G. D. Officer : Hmph... we won't yield to the Infected!

Reunion Member : You're outnumbered! What's the point?

L. G. D. Officer : Duty!

Reunion Member : Don't blame us for what happens! You see those monsters behind us? Just run already!

L. G. D. Officer : What monsters?!

<Background fades out and in>

Blaze : See that Reunion group cutting through the alleys? They're picking at Lungmen's vanguard units. They won't hold for long...
Give me a path.

Doctor : The usual, or...?

Blaze : The fastest, of course!
Don't give me that look. It's not like I've never carried you before.
Here we go! Smash Reunion and save the Lungmenites!

After operation

Summary

After resolving the issue with Reunion, Blaze presses forward with the Doctor.
Elsewhere, Ch'en and Swire talk about a certain informant who seems to be a mutual acquaintance.

<Background 2>

Reunion Member : Nnnng...

Blaze : I'm sorry.
Now, me beating on you doesn't mean we aren't on the same side.
Haha! Yeah, no, seriously. It does. We're not on the same side.
This is Blaze. Come in, Team Blaze-4. Captured a dozen or so Reunion.
Come recover them when you can. Otherwise just hand them over to Lungmen.
Hey, Lungmenite, do me a favor and lower your crossbows. We're all friends here.

L. G. D. Officer : ......

Blaze : You still don't trust me? I saved your life.

L. G. D. Officer : Get back...! I mean, y– you're... you're Infected...!

Blaze : Yeah. Yeah I am.
Ugh.
Come on, Doctor.

Doctor : ......

Blaze : Move!
Sigh. All right, Dr. {nickname}. Hop on. It's faster this way.

Doctor : Are you sure?

Blaze : Hah. You've gotten used to my piggyback rides?
Don't look at me like that. How many times have we been treated like this? It's no big deal.
Let's head to Waang Saan Plaza in District 16. If Reunion wants to break through the line, that's where they'll have to do it.
If we're going to wipe out Reunion's main force, we can't let any of them slip through our zone of control.
The way Amiya and the cranky old cop lady worked it out, we'll just be whittling them away little by little until we can finally wipe them all out in one swift stroke.
So we go chase the bad guys out of Waang Saan Tower, herd them into a pincer attack, then meet up with Amiya and crush Reunion once and for all. Piece of cake, right?
...You and your faces. I told you I'm fine.
Fine. If you keep staring at me like that, I'm pulling this cat over.
Hold on tight.
Huh... Look over there.

[Several Possessed Junkmen appears. ]

Blaze : Isn't that Mephisto's herd? But how. They need Mephisto around, don't they?
Wait a minute. They're... they're killing their own?

<Background 3>

Ch'en : ...What's going on?
I'm getting vitals, but no reports? And no sign of any distress signals either.
Something's not right...

Swire : Shouldn't you be, like, commanding? What are you standing here staring at?

Ch'en : None of your business, "Little Miss."

Swire : Hey, shouldn't we be sharing intel?

Ch'en : Not this time.

Swire : I'm thinking you lost contact with a spy.

Ch'en : Could you not waste your intuition on stuff like this?

Swire : At least you own up to it when I guess right. Infected?

Ch'en : Yep.

Swire : You think he turned?

Ch'en : Impossible.

Swire : You think the impossible happened?

Ch'en : If she turned... Well, I don't even want to think about it.
If she betrayed us, then there's absolutely no one left in Lungmen we can trust.

Swire : I think I know who it is.
Wait... Would she really be willing to do this?
Her? Really?!

Operation story: 6-3

Before operation

Summary

Mephisto displays his Arts, causing his Herd to become even more frenzied, and even launches indiscriminate attacks.
Faust cannot bear the sight any longer and takes matters into his own hands.

<Background 1>

Faust : Mephisto?
What was that you just unleashed? Your... team is more riled up than before.
They're... they're in pain.

Mephisto : Oh, you can tell? The seeds I planted have finally bloomed.
Nothing to worry about, Faust. They won't hurt us.

Faust : You're still catalyzing their infection?
Mephisto... just stop. We have a chance to survive.

Mephisto : I am the only one who can perform such Arts! And it is only through my Arts that we can escape!
You saw with your own eyes. If we push through like this, the L. G. D. will kill us all long before we can reach the escape tunnel in the slums!
Have you ever seen those weapons before? Nobody in Chernobog had weapons like that!
This is their city, they know it far better than us! Where did they come from? Where do they disappear to?! There's no way we can take them on with this few of us!
The Chernobog Ursus are too weak... Lungmen treats us like an army, but we're no army. We're just a group of like-minded individuals trying to survive!

Faust : Quiet down. Morale is low enough.

Mephisto : But my herd will never waver in the face of such challenges!

Faust : ...not to mention all the Reunion members who just joined us.
FrostNova will definitely help us.

Mephisto : FrostNova? That FrostNova?
Hah! Hahah! As if she didn't take her Yetis and betray us?

Faust : Mephisto!

Mephisto : If not, we can definitely crush our enemies with such strength!
But even if they did turn against us, I can't blame them for doing what it takes to survive.

Faust : FrostNova is no traitor. I told you. Look at the facts.

Mephisto : Indeed... we all do what it takes to survive.

Faust : Just calm down, and don't go stumbling into the L. G. D.'s traps!

Mephisto : I have it under control, Faust. I will ensure the comfortable survival of all my people.

Faust : What...? What are you going to do?

Mephisto : I'm going to show the L. G. D. something much more terrifying than an army. Just wait until they see the flowers that bloom from my people.

Faust : Mephisto?!

Mephisto : The L. G. D. must pay for their atrocities... And that Ch'en... She will pay for what she did to you!
My comrades, my people, heed my words!

Mephisto's Herd : ......!

Mephisto : A magnificent vitality flourishes within you... Go forth and give in to your impulses, spread your seed, and seize your future!

Faust : No, Mephisto!
They're living beings!

Mephisto's Herd : (Chaotic howling and shrieking).

Mephisto : All of Lungmen is your garden! Go, now, spread the life within you to all the people! Go, go, go!

[Suddenly Mephisto's herd went berserk and attacks anyone and anything in sight. ]

Reunion Member : Huh? What?! What's happening?
Wh- what are you doing? You're not in our squad!
...What did I ever do to you?! Or Mephisto...?
Captain? Captain?! Captaaaaaain!!
Agh! A- are you... trying to... BITE ME?! Why a- aaaaaaaaagh!
Help! Somebody help me!!
Aaaaaaaaagh!

<Background 1>

Mephisto : Heh heh...
They are far stronger than they were.
They can't hear my voice anymore, but they won't attack us again... They will grow stronger, more durable, and more numerous.
And they will completely consume Lungmen. Hah. If my people can't have this city, I certainly won't leave it to the Lungmenites!
Faust, come, it's time...
Faust?

Faust : ......
What have you done?

Herd : ......
(Pained wailing).

[Unable to stand such gruesome sight, Faust runs off. ]

Mephisto : Faust? Where are you going?!
Faust!

<Background 2>

Reunion Member : Why are Mephisto's people attacking us?!
I saw it... It.. It was awful... Those things took Ivan... And... And then Ivan became like them!
Suka![note 1] What are you... some kind of monster?! They feel no pain. I stab them and they don't die!
They're getting stronger! We can't stop them!

[Faust rushed into the Reunion soldier before the berserk Mephisto's herd can reach him. ]

Faust : Come with me!

Reunion Member : Faust?!

Reunion Member : No! It might be one of Mephisto's traps!

Reunion Member : ...He saved my life.
Mephisto's a piece of shit. He might be okay.

Faust : ......
Get out of here. Hurry. The phantom crossbowmen will cover you.

Reunion Member : Right.
Thanks... H- hey!
Look out!!

Faust : ——Originium...?
Run! The herd's after you!

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : GreyThroat, the enemies movements are erratic.
The defenders will hold the line, while the casters cut down the enemy numbers. You and the snipers will take care of any Infected with Arts ability.

GreyThroat : I'm allowed to shoot the Infected dead?

Amiya : GreyThroat...
In principle, I can't allow anyone to harm the Infected.
Because, if I were to allow that, then wouldn't someone else allow the Infected to harm others? It's a vicious cycle.
But it's pointless. There's no room for the philosophy of ethics on the battlefield.
The ideal situation is that nobody hurts anybody. Regardless of their infection status.

GreyThroat : ......
Understood.

Amiya : Gavial is providing medical support so... Watch yourself out there. Don't get hurt.

[A number of berserk Mephisto's herd shows up. ]

Amiya : What's that...? It looks like... Mephisto's herd...?
But... I can't sense any emotion from them?
No!
GreyThroat, get down! Something's wrong!

GreyThroat : They're... pulling Originium out of their bodies?

Amiya : GreyThroat!

<Background fades out and in>

Blaze : Doctor! Are you okay?

Doctor : I'm fine! Be careful!

Blaze : What's with this herd? They're acting completely different!
Doesn't matter. You're safe here. Kinda. Don't move!
I'll take care of them and be back in a sec!

After operation

Summary

Faust and GreyThroat draw their crossbows on one another. GreyThroat's naivete gives him some pause.
In the end, he can't find it in him to pull the trigger, and lets GreyThroat leave.

<Background black>

「How many men have fallen before you? 」

<Background 2>

Faust : ......

Reunion Member : (Speaking Ursine).

Faust : Of course. I will bring it back for you.

Reunion Member : ...... (Speaking Ursine)......?

Faust : No. I'm not going to Chernobog.
Rest.

Reunion Member : ......

Faust : You'll be safe here.
Get some rest.

<Background fades out>

「How many men have fallen before me? 」

<Background fades in>

[Someone sneaks behind Faust. ]

??? : Drop your weapon!

GreyThroat : Just you...?

Faust : ......

GreyThroat : Move and I shoot!

<Background 2>

Faust : Shoot first. Then ask questions.

[Suddenly Faust disappears. ]

GreyThroat : What? He... disappeared?
No... I saw your file. You're Faust, one of their leaders. Your Arts won't fool me!
I know this is just an optical trick. If I shoot, you'll still have a bolt in your head.

Faust : Wrong.

GreyThroat : ——!

[The invisible Faust fires several shots at GreyThroat. ]

Faust : Can you predict my movements?

GreyThroat : ......

Faust : The two of us, lone crossbowmen. If we both pull the trigger at the same time, we both die.
What's your name?

GreyThroat : Codename GreyThroat. When did you get behind me?

[Faust reappears behind GreyThroat. ]

Faust : The third time you blinked.
You're pretty direct...

GreyThroat : You've been separated from your squad. I'm not here to kill people who don't want a fight.

Faust : We're enemies.

GreyThroat : Rhodes Island is here to save the Infected. I saw you helping them.

Faust : Those were my comrades. You're my enemy.
When did Rhodes Island hire someone so naive?

GreyThroat : Yes, I'm naive. All I can do is follow orders. I freeze up whenever I have to make a decision for myself.

Faust : You need to be careful.

GreyThroat : Watch your finger!
That's a single shot crossbow. If I dodge your bolt, you're dead. Don't pull that trigger.

Faust : If you only follow orders, if you rely on everyone else to tell you what to do, that can only end poorly.

GreyThroat : Why?

Faust : Most of the sheep who blindly take orders aren't actually dependent on anyone. They just haven't started thinking for themselves...
And those who have no direction in life, they're just empty machines looking for a sense of accomplishment, and meaning.
You activate, and perform your function, you input a goal, you achieve your goal, until you consume everything around you, and you consume those you serve.

GreyThroat : I won't.

Faust : You're inexperienced.

GreyThroat : I saw your interaction with the Infected back there. You're doing the right thing.

Faust : Your opinion means nothing to me.

GreyThroat : Faust, you've been avoiding the L. G. D. Even the ones who are out here on their own, you haven't shot at them. I've been watching you.

Faust : Don't take my patience for weakness. If I ambushed you, you'd be dead.

GreyThroat : But you didn't.
You're exhausted. Take it from a crossbowman, your string is drawn too tight. It's definitely going to snap.

Faust : Take it from a crossbowman, you're too much.

GreyThroat : You've also seen those... special Infected. We can figure this one out together.

Faust : Maybe you're right.

GreyThroat : Wait!

[Faust disappears again. ]

Faust : But there's nothing I can do.

GreyThroat : (He disappeared the instant he moved...? I can't figure his position!)
......
......hm?
Why haven't you killed me?

Faust : You didn't shoot. Neither will I.
But next time? If you don't kill me, I will kill you.

GreyThroat : I don't want to hurt you!

Faust : That's too bad.
I guess you need someone to answer you. Without an answer, you can't understand.
Don't worry about it. Killing, dying, these are everyday facts of life. Even for Rhodes Island.

GreyThroat : Why can't we work together to save them?

Faust : I really wish I could. But I know I can't.
Don't follow me.
You still don't know them. You don't yet have the whole picture.
...and me? There's nothing I can do anymore.

<Background black>

「How many men have fallen because of things I did? How many men have fallen because of things I didn't do? 」

Notes

Literally "dog" in Russian, but means "Damn it!" in this context

Operation story: 6-4

Before operation

Summary

The L.G.D. receives some help from a mysterious official and are granted a moment's respite.
Elsewhere, a mysterious figure clad in black is also making its move, leaving no survivors.

<Background 1>

L. G. D. Officer : Hurry! Get back! The Infected have turned into monsters!
Agh! I've been bit! I've been bit!

Herd : Ung.
Aaaahh!
(Terrifying screaming).

Blaze : ......
How could this happen...?
What has that nasty little boy done?!
Doctor, we need to move! We have to meet up with Amiya!
A small fire team can't handle a herd of this size. We have to tread carefully!
There's nothing we can do for the L. G. D. now. We're in a much worse position than them.
Set them aside. My top priority is to guarantee your safety.

<Background 2>

L. G. D. Officer : We're being overrun!
We're dead if we don't retreat!

??? : Don't panic.

L. G. D. Officer : Huh?! Who's...?
That uniform... You're...

[A man wearing formal, ornate Yan attire appears before the L.G.D. officers. ]

??? : The cavalry is here. Stand firm.
Form two teams and move on their flanks.

L. G. D. Officer : But, Master...

??? : Trust me. While I cannot take action myself, this method will succeed.
Execute a pincer attack, hold the enemy in place, and leave the stragglers to your reinforcements.

<Background 3>

Herd : Nnng... Ngaaaa!

L. G. D. Officer : ...Thank you, sir!
If you hadn't come to help...

[A Forte wearing formal, ornate Yan attire stands before the L.G.D. officer. ]

??? : ......
Behind you.

L. G. D. Officer : C- counterattack!

??? : It is no use.
Form up. And fall back.

L. G. D. Officer : Yes, sir!
No, if we do that...
We can't hold here. We have to find a way out...
Of course! The high ground! We move up the stairs and attack down into the corridor!
...No. All we can do is hold. But at least we won't get cornered by this crowd of lunatics!
Right. Come about, gather up at each doorway, pull back the teams, and take a defensive formation! Hurry! Move!

??? : Well done. I approve.

L. G. D. Officer : Sir, come with us!

??? : No need.

L. G. D. Officer : What?

??? : Go.
I will move on the ground.

<Background 2>

??? : ......

L. G. D. Officer : We can't hold them!
All we have is piercing weapons, and they're useless against these things!

L. G. D. Captain : Hold your ground!
We're the last line of defense for the civilians behind us!

L. G. D. Officer : Then what do we do?!

L. G. D. Captain : We fight to the last man!
Watch the Originium they're throwing. It corrodes your equipment, and some of them explode!

L. G. D. Officer : Ah...! They hit Ah Chung!
Ah Chung, get back! You, move up! Don't let them through!

Herd : Guuhhh.

L. G. D. Officer : Aaaaaagh! Th- they got me! They're eating me! Noo! Aaaaieeeee!!!
Ah Yee!!!

??? : How embarrassing!
Zongguan Bailei Zhengfa,[note 1] loose!

[The woman wearing formal, ornate Yan attire uses her Arts to dispatch the herd. ]

Herd : Nnng...!!

L. G. D. Captain : Lightning Arts?!
H- how... you wiped them all out in one bright flash?

??? : *Pant...* *pant...*
I just said I would not act. Little did I know how incapable you are of protecting the masses.
That I would be forced to take such action, it's humiliating!

L. G. D. Captain : Madam Censor...

Censor : Madam nothing! Were you not told to ignore my presence?

L. G. D. Captain : ...We never thought...

Censor : I found your spirit laudable. How disappointing it was to see you hopping about aimlessly, leaving me to do your work. Honestly, what were you doing?

Censor : Now! To your place!

L. G. D. Captain : But you just said...

Censor : Chop chop! How have you not learned to move with haste even after witnessing me?
Oh, but of course. You did not witness me. I did nothing. Is that clear?

L. G. D. Captain : Crystal!

Censor : But if a single hair on the head of a single commoner comes to harm, you are all terminated. Even I must resign. We are all unemployed.

L. G. D. Captain : Y- yes, of course... We'll fight with all our strength.

Censor : Very good. Now why are you just standing there? Move!
By the way...? Do you know those Black Cloaks?

L. G. D. Captain : Black Cloak? What's that?

Censor : Get your eyes checked! Those people on the rooftops, wearing the billowing black cloaks.

L. G. D. Captain : Apologies, Madam. What are you talking about?

<Background fades out and in>

[The L.G.D. moves through the slums of Lungmen. ]

Swire : Defenders, fan out!

Ch'en : Recon team, fall back! Hold firing position!
Are these Infected mutants messing with the radio waves? Our scouts could be in trouble.

Swire : We can't hold them...! There's so many! Didn't you cut through a whole wave of these things back there? Why haven't you done that already?!

Ch'en : This is different!

Swire : Hah. Leave it to this puk gaai[note 2] Lung to be so useless right when we need her most!

Ch'en : Then why don't you show us what you can do!

Swire : Drone!

Ch'en : Huh.

[The L.G.D. opens fire at a Reunion drone above Ch'en, shooting it down. ]

Swire : SUPERINTENDENT CH'EN SAYS: RECON TEAM! FALL BACK! HOLD FIRING POSITION!
How was that?

Ch'en : Huh?

Swire : I said how was that?! Fire team, loose explosive bolts!

[The L.G.D. fires explosive-tipped crossbow bolts at the herd. ]

Ch'en : What did you say?!

Swire : ......

Ch'en : Am I deaf now thanks to you?!
Go. Use your talents to get the word out to the communications team at Originium Transciever Beta. Have them tell everyone: the herd is tough, hold your positions, minimize casualties, don't conserve firepower.

Swire : You really are a *Lungmen profanity*!

Ch'en : I can read your lips!

Swire : (Mouthing the word "diu"[note 3]).

L. G. D. Officer : Sir!

Ch'en : I can't hear you!

L. G. D. Officer : SIR!

Herd : (Din of roaring).

Ch'en : Speak up!

L. G. D. Officer : SIR!!!

L. G. D. Defender : Use the bunker-busters! Hurry!

[The L.G.D. uses a bunker-buster bolt to destroy a tenement building, causing it to collapse at the herd. ]

L. G. D. Officer : ......

Ch'en : ......
It's quiet.

L. G. D. Officer : Sir.

Ch'en : Okay. I can hear you.

L. G. D. Officer : ......

Ch'en : Go ahead. Speak.

L. G. D. Officer : We have... guests.

Ch'en : Already? They took the chance to infiltrate our unit, huh.
I guess it's to be expected. They were never going to give us free rein.
Anyway, it doesn't change our plans. Let them see how strong Lungmen is.

L. G. D. Officer : One more thing. I... I'm not sure how accurate the reports are.

Ch'en : Out with it.

L. G. D. Officer : Some units have reported sightings of individuals wearing black raincoats.

Ch'en : Reunion?

L. G. D. Officer : Thankfully no. We've seen evidence of them clashing with Reunion. And...

Ch'en : And what?

L. G. D. Officer : And... the Reunion they clashed with all seem to have died in, how can I describe it...?

Ch'en : Sounds like an urban legend. You've got shadowy figures running around Lungmen in black raincoats on a bright, sunny day? Somebody needs help...

<Background fades out>

Ch'en : ......
Black raincoats?

<Background fades in>

GreyThroat : ......
What is... that?

[GreyThroat spots a mysterious man donning black raincoats. ]

??? : ......
Sector 12 cleansed. Purged of Infected.
Teams 3 and 4 operating.
Moving to next sector.

Herd : Guh... Ugh...
(Strange crying).

Reunion Member : W- why! Why are you hurting your people? Snap out of it!
N- no! Run! Hurry!
Get out of here! Don't let them get you! Run!

??? : Additional target acquired.
Infected fugitive group on the border of Sectors 13 and 6. 44 individuals.
Completion estimate: within five minutes.
Operation commencing.

[Some Reunion soldiers surrender themselves to the men in black raincoats. ]

Reunion Member : Agh! H- help!
We surrender! We——

GreyThroat : ......
............
Um... N- no...

After operation

Summary

In a run-down room, a Reunion member is currently talking to a woman.
They talk about the past and the present, and finally, the Reunion member offers the woman an invitation to leave Lungmen together.

<Background 2>

Reunion Member : Everything's gone to hell out there.
Word is Mephisto's used his Arts to whip up some monsters that even attack us. They'll eat Infected same as anyone.
Hah. It's over. We lost.
Somebody found one of Mephisto's teams in some basement room in the slums.
They said the corpses were covered in plants, still growing, to the point they were unrecognizable. Any ideas?

??? : I'm not sure.

Reunion Member : It's so weird. Why is everything so weird?
We took down Chernobog, but we haven't been able to break Lungmen. It must be because Talulah hasn't shown.
We made the right choice by not going with Crownslayer's crew. No one's been able to find them on the comms.
We're the only ones left here. Sigh.
What about you, Lungmen's infected?
Sigh. You know, Lungmenite, you might end up better off than us just for not joining Reunion.

??? : We won't be better off for not joining.

Reunion Member : Was it Talulah's speech that inspired you to join?

??? : No. Fancy talking doesn't do much for me.
To ask me something like that... I guess you don't care much for Infected identity politics.

Reunion Member : Oh. Sounds like you don't really believe in that stuff.

??? : So why do you stay with Reunion?

Reunion Member : Because I have nowhere else to go. But if we never came here, would you still be able to live normal lives?

??? : The Infected purge was always coming. Reunion just sped up the timeline.

Reunion Member : You're pretty clear on that.
And you're right. My hometown was a little place, far from any of the big cities. They weren't too bad to the Infected either.
The noble family who ran the show had an Infected daughter. They let us live pretty normal lives in the ghetto. Mine work wasn't too hard.
And the uninfected treated us okay. At least they'd trade with us a bit, sometimes even squat by the wall and share a drink.
Then, a few years later, the duke lost a battle or something and got taken away. They sent us a new mayor.

??? : "The Great Rebellion"?
Nobles were getting stripped of their titles left and right.

Reunion Member : Maybe. I never understood politics. We'd only get whispers every once in a while.
Supposedly there are Infected Messengers out there somewhere, but Ursus never had them. We didn't know anything.
At first, everyone lived pretty much like they did before. But there was a sense of something heavier in the air. And every day the food stores ran a little lower.
Slowly but surely, things turned bad. When supplies really started to run low, the uninfected began throwing rocks at us. Then we started disappearing.
And after a few dozen speeches in the town square, nobody brought up the mayor's embezzlement, or the way he was renovating the town center for himself.
I mean, we Infected could see it. The ordinary townsfolk had to know.
From the other side of the ghetto wall, we could hear them chanting things like "purify the town" and "exterminate the Infected."

??? : You were his scapegoat.

Reunion Member : When life gives you lemons, right? But weren't we always scapegoats? I know I said the town treated us pretty well, but that's just for the last few decades.
The rest of the story is pretty simple. They came in and killed most of the Infected. The rest of us fled into the wilderness, where about half of us starved to death.
Now here in Lungmen, more of us died. Everyone from my hometown is already dead.
So yeah, you're right. This is the way it goes. There's no place in this world for the Infected. The only cause for hope is that we didn't see it go down ourselves.

??? : Why are you telling me this?

Reunion Member : I got the feeling I don't have much time left. You don't happen to have a nice, painless way to kill somebody, do you?

??? : What are you saying...?

Reunion Member : Huh?
Oh...
Sorry? I may have misread this.

??? : Lungmenites still hate you. You attacked our city.

Reunion Member : Sure. But where's the Infected city?

??? : ......

Reunion Member : Huh? Fire?
Hey, let's not fly off the handle here... All you had to say was you wanted the window seat. There's no need for violence.

??? : The fire spreads so quickly. Strange. This is no natural flame.

Reunion Member : Why?

??? : It doesn't spread like a "true flame."

Reunion Member : Then let's get out of here. Who knew this place would go to hell too.

??? : And where do we go?

Reunion Member : We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Come with us. You Lungmenites don't like leaving home, right? Might as well leave it with us.

??? : Go with you?

Reunion Member : Sure, why not? You don't have to if you don't want it.

??? : ...I'll think about it.
But, home...
Where is home?

Notes

Hanzi: 纵贯白雷正法, Pinyin: zòngguàn báiléi zhèngfǎ. In Mandarin, lit. "Spell of the Chains of White Lightning"

Hanzi: 仆街, Jypting: puk¹ gaai¹; "Jerk/bitch" in Cantonese

Hanzi: 屌; Jypting: diu²; "D**k" in Cantonese

Operation story: 6-5

Before operation

Summary

Under the withering assault of Mephisto's Herd, Amiya makes the decision to set them free.
Elsewhere, Ch'en catches up with a mysterious figure clad in a black raincoat and recognizes who it is. After a confrontation, the other party temporarily makes a compromise.

<Background 1>

Amiya : They've lost all humanity...

Rhodes Island Operator : Amiya...

Amiya : Yeah. I'm fine.
Can we still reach Blaze, Doctor, and GreyThroat?

Rhodes Island Operator : No problem.

Amiya : Good. Keep in touch with them. Help them find their way.

Herd : ......
(Thirsty howling).

Amiya : I can't feel... anything from you anymore. That faint outline of a thread of hatred, it all came from Mephisto...
I have to cleanse it... the poison of Mephisto's hate.
I promise. I will.

<Background 2>

[Ch'en contacts other L.G.D. officers. ]

Ch'en : I've finished mopping up the Reunion stragglers and reached the waypoint. But we've found the situation in the slums is not what we expected.
The L. G. D. unit guarding the area found no traces of Reunion. I'm going to have to investigate myself.
There's been a reduction in the Infected mutants? Is that your doing?
No?
Stay frosty... You never know what danger might be hiding in the shadows.
Don't let your guard down. These Infected are a lot more to handle than your run-of-the-mill Reunion.
Once I finish my work here, I'll send a team to assist you. Keep the channel open. Over and out.

[Ch'en ends the call. ]

Ch'en : Who's there?!

L. G. D. Officer : It's me! Reporting in!

Ch'en : Not you...

L. G. D. Officer : Huh...?

Ch'en : Nothing. Report in.

L. G. D. Officer : Yes, Sir! As ordered, we swept the area!

Ch'en : What did you find?

L. G. D. Officer : Nothing! Not a single Reunion footprint to be found!

Ch'en : I told you to be on the lookout for anything unusual!

L. G. D. Officer : Oh... Oops. We really don't know this area at all.
I mean, according to procedure, we don't come in here until there's a problem so serious we have to tear down a block or something.

Ch'en : I know... The slums don't exist to you, as long as they're quiet.

L. G. D. Officer : ......

Ch'en : When we cut off Reunion, there was a deafening sound coming from this place, and half the residents here vanished.
Look at the toys scattered around our feet... Look at this and tell me there's nothing out of the ordinary.
Was there anything in the plan about evacuating all the residents of the slums?

L. G. D. Officer : ...There are a few things out of the ordinary. Most of the buildings in the district have been abandoned or otherwise ruined.
The streets that are still here are completely empty. Presumably a result of crossfire between Reunion and the locals.
And there have been a few fires. We have extinguished them. They seem to have been caused by household functions such as heating and cooking.
All buildings show signs of forced entry, but there is no trace of any resistance from the residents.
As for Reunion, there's really no sign of them at all. Just... some cleaning residue.

Ch'en : Do you care nothing for the civilians here?

L. G. D. Officer : ...Sorry, Sir!

Ch'en : What are you apologizing for?

L. G. D. Officer : I don't know, Sir!

Ch'en : Whatever... Why should you care about anyone in a place like this?
Hurry up and send out some teams to lock down the area!
No one gets in or out. No vehicles either. Reunion or otherwise!
As for you... You come with me. We're going north.

L. G. D. Officer : Yes, Sir!

Ch'en : (Shh. Don't make a sound!)
(This way. Quickly.)

L. G. D. Officer : ......

<Background fades out and in>

??? : Very perceptive.

Ch'en : What are you doing?!

L. G. D. Officer : Preparing to fire!

??? : You should not follow.
Control your subordinates, Ch'en.

Ch'en : ......
Go find Swire.

L. G. D. Officer : But, Sir...

Ch'en : Go!
......
Who sent you?

??? : I do not answer to you.

Ch'en : You think you can run? Try and I'll arrest you on the spot.
You're an unidentified armed element of unknown origin. How do you think the L. G. D. is going to treat you? We might just shoot you dead.

??? : Training a new L. G. D. unit would be a waste of Lungmen's time, treasure, and talent.
And eradicating the entire L. G. D. would be a crushing blow to the heart of the Lungmen community. You should not take the risk.

Ch'en : Hah! Is that threat supposed to scare me? Or should I be thanking you for your concern over Lungmen's future?

??? : Ch'en, the L. G. D. is the face of Lungmen, as well as a pillar of her community, and an exemplary show of her strength.
And the L. G. D. should stay in its lane.
Don't let it stick its nose where it doesn't belong.

Ch'en : Your threats are really not impressing me. Hurry up and answer the question: where did all the locals go?

??? : ——

Ch'en : You're one tap of this "alert all units" button away from making an enemy out of the entire L. G. D.
Or I guess you could take a split second to knock away my sword, slice off my arm, and snatch away this transceiver.
Where did all the slum dwellers go?

??? : We will withdraw from this place. Ch'en, you and I both withdraw. For now, let us not interfere with one another.

Ch'en : And where is it you think you're going?

??? : These new-type Infected Reunion is controlling may well interfere with our carefully laid plans.
We will swiftly remove them for the L. G. D., please do your part to exterminate Reunion's main force.
If the L. G. D. seeks to actualize its strategic goals, it should focus on its own duties. You must do that which you must do.

Ch'en : Wait! You think you can just leave?
Come and go as you please?!

??? : Superintendent Ch'en, let me give you a suggestion.
Do not seek to investigate what has happened here. I look to Lord Wei, and will banter with you no longer.

Ch'en : ——!

??? : By the way, cutting off your arm is quite simple. When you stand resolute, you are a hundred times stronger than now.

Swire : Hey——!

Ch'en : Stay back, Swire!

??? : ......

Ch'en : Get back here!

??? : I will see myself out.

[The man in black raincoat runs off. ]

Ch'en : Damn it!

Swire : What was that all about? Who was that?

Ch'en : Lungmen's special forces are on the move. And I don't know if the people of this district are piled in a mass grave somewhere.

Swire : Huh? What are you talking about...?

Ch'en : Don't play dumb. You know. Or at least you've heard.

Swire : Know what...?
Wait, do you know?

Ch'en : I don't know. But your grandfather definitely knows.

Swire : Huh? Seriously, what are we even talking about? Diu ah![note 1] Just come out with it already!
My grandpa's totally bedridden. I can't get two words out of him!

Ch'en : Being sick in bed means he can't run Lungmen anymore? You know better than I what kind of man your grandfather is!

Swire : No way!
...But...

Ch'en : Who are you thinking?

Swire : "Lin Gray."

Ch'en : Hmph. Now I'm the one who gets to say "no way!" Lin runs the slums as his personal fief. There's no way he'd let something like this happen.

Swire : Make a few phone calls and ask around. Maybe you'll find out.
Are you calling? Or should I?

After operation

Summary

Crownslayer is suddenly attacked. Swire tries to interrogate Lin Yuxia about the "Black Raincoat" troops, but the other party hangs up on her. Mephisto is taken away by Faust's crossbowmen.
Events are spiralling out of control everywhere.

<Background 3>

「Meanwhile, on the other side of the slums... 」

Crownslayer : Calm down! Say it again slowly.

Reunion Member : B- but... all of them... they're all dead!
What's happening? What happened? I can't see! I can't see anything!
Gah!

Crownslayer : Say again!

「...... 」

Crownslayer : ......
Report!

「...phew. 」

Crownslayer : Who's there?!
...that smell. Don't panic! Everyone's still here!
Listen up!

Reunion Member : Aaah! It's red! I saw it! I saw the red!

Crownslayer : Calm him down!

「... (Inhuman laughing). 」

Reunion Member : I... I want to go home... I want to go back to Ursus...
There's ghosts here! And monsters! I saw the shadows... of two women!
Aaaaaagh! I want to go home!
We shouldn't have come, Crownslayer!

Crownslayer : Do you copy? Answer me!
The layout of these slums is confusing, but don't let the enemy confuse you. We are perfectly safe!
(How is our position still exposed with all the fog?)

<Background black>

Talulah : There remains the traitor's position. I am aware.
She is in Lungmen. Kill her. Make a name for yourself that your enemies should fear.

Crownslayer : ......!

FrostNova : After you've killed your rival, then what? Don't forget your true enemy.

[Someone wearing red attire approaches Crownslayer... ]

Crownslayer : ——Who?!

<Background 2>

Swire : Bring her to me!

Guard : Sorry, Swire, bring you who?

Swire : Bring her to me!!!

Guard : Erm?
(Who is she talking about?)

L. G. D. Officer : (I don't know, maybe...)

Swire : That pink-haired sewer scum! Dial 100800-00200-rct211-93001! That's her number!

Guard : (How did she memorize a number that long?)

L. G. D. Officer : (That number is familiar... Is it that one lady...?)

Swire : What are you two whispering about?!

<Background fades out and in>

??? : Hello.

Swire : What are you up to, you filthy rat?! What have you done?!

??? : And why do you suspect me?

Swire : I'm glad it wasn't you. Phew. You had me worried there...

??? : ......

Swire : ......
Suspect you of what?

??? : If you're talking about the special forces, that was me.

Swire : ......
Lin Yühsia, I think I misheard something. I misheard you, didn't I?

Lin Yühsia : The L. G. D. has its business, and we have ours.
Wei Yenwu has you to keep order in Lungmen, and we are here to remove that which Lungmen does not need.

Swire : You know what this team did in the slums?

Lin Yühsia : They helped you deal with Reunion quite efficiently.

Swire : That buffer zone was your father's blood, sweat, and tears!
It's all thanks to him and his work in the slums that Lungmen is what it is today!

Lin Yühsia : Do you know their objective?

Swire : You've made it very clear. The slums are full of places for Reunion to hide, not to mention their invasion route. You'd level them!
Isn't that right?
We're working with Rhodes Island now. Reunion is no match for us! You don't have to do this!

Lin Yühsia : Jumping to conclusions before I even have a chance to explain...
While Reunion is certainly no match for us, they're still not a problem for civilian forces to solve.
We must use the true power of our city to eradicate this threat. This is how I face the invaders.

Swire : Why can't you put your faith in Rhodes Island and our own L. G. D.?

Lin Yühsia : Why should we trust Rhodes Island? And why dirty the hands of the L. G. D.?

Swire : What do you mean dirty...?
Don't tell me you had no other choice. That's your father's land.
It takes so much more to build than to destroy!
Breaking a pane of glass takes one person one second... Do you know how long it takes to make one? How many people are involved?

Lin Yühsia : Swire.

Swire : Hm?

Lin Yühsia : Do you know what it is the people fear? Do you know what it is that scares the chambers of commerce?

Swire : What's wrong with you? Aren't we facing off against Reunion?

Lin Yühsia : You really don't understand at all.

Swire : Fine. Filthy rat... I don't understand. Might I humble myself and request that you grace me with an explanation?

Lin Yühsia : The Infected... are growing in number. The people fear the Infected, and they don't care if they're Reunion or not.
In short, don't go looking in the sewers.

Swire : Huh?
Hello? Are you there?! Stinking, shit-eating rat!!
You dare hang up on me! Sei puk gaai syu ah![note 2] How dare you hang up on me?!!

<Background black>

Lin Yühsia : ......
Ch'en chased off the Black Cloaks?
What to do about that...
They'll move past her, and accelerate the pace. Hm, that will do.
Dad, if you were me, if the younger you were me, this is what you'd do too, isn't it?
...What am I doing...?

<Background 1>

Mephisto : What do you mean? That's impossible.

Phantom Crossbowman : Your herd is shrinking.
The initial attack was ferocious and terrifying, but... We're not really sure why, but our scouts report their numbers aren't growing.
Unfortunately, the group that suffered the most from this tactic was the Reunion squad that sustained the initial attack.

Mephisto : Who? Who did this? The L. G. D.? The L. G. D. could never suppress my herd!

Phantom Crossbowman : But our people...

Mephisto : I took the L. G. D.'s tactics and equipment into consideration. Facing my herd should have delayed them at least two days. So who is it that's done this?!

Faust : People in black raincoats.

Phantom Crossbowman : Captain!

Mephisto : Faust!

Faust : Crossbowmen, reform the squad! Mine and a few other teams have scooped up a lot of Mephisto's people.

Phantom Crossbowman : ...Why?

Faust : Together, we can hold back the L. G. D.

Mephisto : Faust, Faust... are you hurt?
(Why did you leave back there?)

Faust : ...Because I had to.

Mephisto : And I'm glad to see how many of our people you've brought back with you. You'll put them to good use against the L. G. D. I'm sure?
They won't attack us, but I can't control them. I've been wracking my brain over it.
There aren't many left though.
We will need more of our people to protect us. We must defeat those L. G. D.s if we're going to escape.
Hm...

Faust : Mephisto, don't use those Arts again.

Mephisto : But didn't you say we have to survive, Faust? Isn't that what's most important?

Faust : ...Then why did you...?
......
Why did you say you would die for that monster, back at the L. G. D. Headquarters?
Crossbowmen.

Phantom Crossbowman : Ready.

Faust : Take him.

Notes

Hanzi: 屌啊! or 𨳒啊!, Cantonese profanity that roughly means "F**k it!"

Hanzi: 死仆街鼠啊!, Cantonese for "F**king piece of shit rat!"

6-6: Leave it Behind

Summary

An account of the childhood of Mephisto and Faust, and their encounter with Talulah.

<Background 1>

??? : Eno, what's this book about?

Eno : Ah, I read it. So I brought it for you.
I think you'll like it, Sasha! It's a book about ideals.

Sasha : Ideals?

Eno : Yes.

Sasha : What are your ideals, Eno?

Eno : ...Ideals, huh.
I don't know. Can I have ideals?

Sasha : Of course you can! Why couldn't you?

Eno : Ah, crap, it's time to go home...

Sasha : You don't want to go?

Eno : I don't want to go home.

Sasha : But Eno, you said that if you didn't go home, your father would beat you...
But I'll see you tomorrow, right? I can still see you tomorrow.

Eno : I know. I'll put the book and some bread in here.
...Sasha, I don't want to go. It's terrible. I'll get beaten even if I get back now.

Sasha : ......
So come out tomorrow. If you get hit, you can hit me.

Eno : Huh...? Hahaha, Sasha, did you get in another fight? Did they knock your head around?
You have bruises, so many wounds.

Sasha : This way, people know you're hurting. At least someone will know.

Eno : Well, I know what you're thinking. But I won't.

Sasha : If those kids are still picking on you, let me know! I'll take them all down!

Eno : I know!
See you tomorrow! I'll come and sing to you again!

<Background black>

「I don't even know what happened to him.
All I know is that he gave me food.
I only know that he could read, and I wanted to read, and he taught me.
I only know that the other kids liked to bully him because he gave me bread and I was stronger, and I hit them and they hit me.
But I don't know what happened to him. 」

<Background 2>

Eno : I'm scared, Sasha. I'm really scared.
I think... I don't belong in that home. I overheard that my mom... My mom isn't even in the house.
The way they look at me, they're all terrifying, and I don't want to go back. I don't want to go back...

Sasha : But there's no food, or anywhere to stay here, It's just... Just sewers.

Eno : I don't care.

Sasha : But...

Eno : ......
Do you hate me too?

Sasha : What...? Why?

Eno : Because I like to laugh?

Sasha : No... No. Why would I?

Eno : Because I shouldn't laugh.

Sasha : Nonsense! Eno, you should keep laughing.

Eno : Really?

Sasha : Really.

<Background black>

「Would things be different if he didn't go back that day?
Just because I thought my place was too cold and dirty, I sent him home?
If he hadn't gone back, would it have changed everything? 」

<Background 2>

Sasha : You're hurt! The wound on your stomach... What happened, what happened?!

Eno : Sasha... I've been laughing.
You see, you told me I could laugh, so I kept laughing.
I never stopped laughing...
Sasha, do you still want to hear me sing?

<Background black>

「After that, he visited me from time to time.
And each time he had more and more scars...
So many more.
I realized how much the things I said influenced him. So I started talking less.
Would that make things better? 」

<Background 1>

Sasha : Your back!
Your back...

Eno : ......

Sasha : ...Does it hurt?

Eno : ......

Sasha : This can't keep happening.
Who the hell did this?! Why are they doing this to you?!
Whoever it is... they need to be punished! Whatever it is, it needs to be destroyed!
Eno, take me with you!

Eno : ...All right.

Sasha : Huh?

Eno : I will.

<Background black>

「I didn't know what I'd said.
I didn't know if I could say anything anymore.
What did I do? What the hell did I do?
I've read a lot of books too, but no book ever told me.
Nothing ever told me. 」

<Background 1>

Eno : Look. Look at it, Sasha...
You told me that you wanted to destroy everything that hurt me, didn't you?

Sasha : ......
Come on.
Your wounds...

Eno : They're not important. It doesn't matter.
You see, with one little breath... It's all better. It's all fine.

Sasha : Come on, I'll bandage you up! There must be some cloth around here!

Eno : That man cut my leg... Then with one breath, it's better.
An old man slashes my back. One light touch, and it was fine.
And it's all thanks to that Originium rock that fat woman shoved down my throat!

Sasha : That's enough, Eno. Really...

Eno : I can't sing anymore, but you see, it's all from the Originium!
There's nothing I can't do!

Sasha : Eno!

Eno : ...You're unhappy. Why? I only did what you told me.
Why are you unhappy?
Obviously they're all happy. Just do what they say and they'll all be happy...

Sasha : ...Because all of your family are assholes. All of them.

Eno : Yes!
So the kids killed them.

Sasha : ...What?

Eno : The Infected kids who hadn't been driven out of town...

Sasha : What did you do to them?

Eno : They hit me, too. They hurt you too.
Now, they are like pieces on a chess board. My literal pawns.
As soon as I healed their wounds, they obeyed my every command.
I'll take that bunch of ugly, disgusting people, all of them... All of them!
You see, Sasha? You see what I've done?
We'll burn it down in one magnificent blaze! All of it!

Sasha : ......

Eno : Sasha, what's wrong with you?

Sasha : Don't do anything like that ever again.

Eno : But I thought you said...

Sasha : I didn't think it would turn out this way.
Eno, do what you really want to do. Not this.
I can help you. You don't have to do this.

Eno : But I...

Sasha : That's enough! Just do what you truly want, Eno!
Not what you're forced to do. Not the bloodshed, not the heartbreak, not the revenge!
You don't even like this kind of thing!

Eno : ...Sasha...
I...
I want to... Sing...
Ugh...

Sasha : ......

<Background black>

「I couldn't do anything.
I was useless. 」

<Background 2>

Sasha : Eno...

Eno : I can't sing anymore.

Sasha : We'll go together. We'll survive.

Eno : Survive?
What's so great about that?

Sasha : ......
Nothing.
But we can do it together.

Eno : What are you going to do?

Sasha : This is the Originium I stole from the mine, I was going to sell it for some food.

Eno : Sasha!

[Sasha swallows the Originium. ]

Sasha : Mmm!
This way, we're both infected.
Let's survive together.

<Background black>

??? : Such things? I'm not interested.
There is no reason for anything you do. There is no meaning to your life on this planet.
No, you don't need anyone to save you.
Pick a name you like.

??? : This one? Good.
Mephisto...

??? : Mephisto. From now on, you are Mephisto. You are no longer what you were.
I don't trust you. I have no right to trust you.
The only person you can trust is yourself.
What you did cannot be written off. You will always carry your past, even if you forget, even if you cannot understand what you did.
Everything you do, everything you go through, will become your kindling. They compel you, to keep the fire burning within you...
Until the whole earth is free, until you throw away all the others have given you, until you finally understand yourself.
At that point, you can even discard the name. It's your choice to stay or go, live or die.
Mephisto, I can't change your ideals. If you don't have it, go find it. We'll help ourselves.
Who am I? That's not important.
What should you call me?
...Talulah.

[The one speaking to Mephisto (Eno) is revealed to be Talulah. ]

Talulah : I'm a rebel, an ordinary woman. I'm nobody. But for now, you can call me Talulah.

「And Talulah didn't say much to me.
She held me tightly and rapped three times on my back.
Talulah trusted me. Yelena, Buldrokkas'tee, Lyudmila. They all believed in me.
I thought I could put the childhood I spent in that city behind me.
Only, things changed quickly. It started with what happened in that village.
It was a tragedy. But why did that tragedy make her this way?
Why did things turn out like this? 」

<Background 3>

Mephisto : I'll do whatever you want me to do...

Talulah : No need. Do as you please.
I allow it. You are Mephisto, after all.

Mephisto : But, you said before...

Talulah : That was years ago.
It's only natural that some things change over the course of a career.
If we don't keep up with the times, we're doomed.
So we, and our fellow Infected, must fight for our collective future.
Anyone can be sacrificed for that ideal.

Mephisto : I can trust you, can't I?

Talulah : Yes. Because I am Talulah.

Mephisto : Then I will!

Talulah : You will, I'm sure you will.
We can't do it without you. You can do anything, and you can accomplish anything.

<Background fade out and in>

Talulah : Come in.

[Faust (Sasha) enters. ]

Faust : ......

Talulah : You should have seen it all.

Faust : Who are you?

Talulah : I am Talulah, of course.

Faust : The Talulah I knew... is not you.

Talulah : Talulah is just a name. Talulah is just Talulah.
Help him. Mephisto needs your help. Mephisto needs you to give him value. He trusts only you and me.

Faust : Talulah would never do that. You're taking advantage of his trust in you!

Talulah : None of us have the power to choose.

Faust : ......

Talulah : You'll do it for him. Everything.

<Background black>

Talulah : Or would you rather watch him die?

[Faust talks with Mephisto. ]

Faust : Don't you realize what happened? After passing through that village, Talulah changed completely! She's not the same person!

Mephisto : I know.

Faust : Then why are you doing this?

Mephisto : I don't trust anyone but you and her.
And I don't want to choose.

Faust : ......

Mephisto : Faust, where are we going?

Faust : ...I...

Mephisto : Faust, tell me. What should we do?

Faust : ...We survive.

Mephisto : Isn't it painful to be alive?

Faust : It's painful.
But we can do it together.

「This book, it's a book about ideals.
My ideals are... 」

Operation story: 6-7

Before operation

Summary

The operation proceeds smoothly, and Blaze discovers Faust's location. In addition to satisfying the terms of the agreement, Ch'en decides to do something about the special forces in black raincoats.
Faust chooses to sacrifice himself for Mephisto.

<Background 1>

Amiya : GreyThroat! What's your position?

GreyThroat : Amiya, I am providing support to an L. G. D. team.

Amiya : We're about to engage!
Attention all elite operators: this may be our first, last, and only large-scale battle in Lungmen.
Everyone take objective one as your primary mission.
My team and I will be focusing on engaging the enemy commander.
I want you all to remember: top priority is completing the terms of our contract, that is to work with the L. G. D. to ensure the security of Lungmen.
But Rhodes Island's mission in this battle is to reduce the friction between the Infected and uninfected people, to prevent clashes!
We are Rhodes Island! No matter what else we carry into battle!
No matter when, no matter where!
And of course, if at any point our operations fall outside our standards, we will put a stop to them at once!
As such, we go into battle with a heavy burden of responsibility on our shoulders.

<Background fades out and in>

Blaze : That was for my sake, huh?
She's such a worrywart...

Doctor : We'd better speed up, or we won't make it.

Blaze : You saw what tough customers those Infected were back there. That's a lot for one operator, or even one team to handle.
I really should've put that kid to bed once and for all back on the rooftop.
Oh, copy.

[Amiya contacts Blaze through radio. ]

Amiya : If you don't get your butt to the ambush point, I'll take all of last year's disciplinary reports and hand them over to Dr. Kal'tsit!

Blaze : ......
Settle down! I'll be there right on time!

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Amiya! She's scratching my coat!

Amiya : Blaze!

Blaze : What am I supposed to do? We have to hurry...
(You'll pay for that one!)

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Why so quiet, Doctor?
......Blaze!

Blaze : I didn't do anything! It's the Doctor who clammed up!
Tell her already!
Come on, say something...!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Could you put me down when you take a call?

Amiya : Huh...?
Sorry, Doctor. I forgot you and Blaze would definitely go at it like this...

Blaze : I do what I gotta do.

Amiya : Why are you so pleased with yourself?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : Anyway, all I need is your location and current operation.
You two seem to be getting along.

Blaze : Sure are!

Amiya : ...Really?

Blaze : ......
(Wait, what's happening here? What should I tell her?)

Doctor : (I don't know.) / (Say nothing.) / (I'm not sure.)

Blaze : (This is bad! Red alert! I'm taking psychic damage! I need guidance!)

Amiya : Keep at it.

[Amiya ends the call. ]

Blaze : She hung up!
Oh no. We're in trouble.
But at least we're here. Let's take a load off.

<Background fades out and in>

Doctor : But this is the highest point in the district?

Blaze : Well... shit.
You know what they say, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Let's hop down.

Doctor : Hop? From this high?

Blaze : Yep. Yawn.
Hold on... If I'm not mistaken... That's Mephisto's team over there to the east, moving to the ambush zone.
And over there... the scaly kid?
He's taking his team to fight something. What is all that black there?
Is that the herd...? With those numbers?!
Looks like we can't rest here, Doctor. Let's go. Time for the final battle!
Hey, Amiya. Hey!
I'm taking the Doctor into the fight!

<Background 2>

Swire : What are you thinking?

Ch'en : ......
We let a small Reunion group go, then we track them into the slums.

Swire : Weren't you leaving that to the special forces?

Ch'en : No reason we can't take the opportunity.
I've already looked into the situation once and one thing is clear: as long as we're there, the special forces can't act openly.
Once the fighting stops, they won't be able to do much.

Swire : You're not worried about orders from the top?

Ch'en : Who's going to stand up and take responsibility for the team?

Swire : All right, so you've got it all figured out. What's going on in the slums?

Ch'en : My informants have been busy. There's a few sectors I haven't been able to contact, but we have a lot more intelligence than anyone else.

Swire : This is a big gamble. But I guess we have no choice.

Ch'en : The L. G. D. is the only group that can face down the special forces.
Amiya, do you copy?

Amiya : Officer Ch'en, we're in position!

Ch'en : ...Mmhm.
I need to apologize for the whole ordeal with Reunion scooping up the Infected. That wouldn't have happened if we'd been more thoughtful.

Amiya : ...It's thanks to the L. G. D.'s quick action in the slums that Lungmen is able to plan against Reunion.
On a strategic level, I think you're fine, Officer Ch'en. But personally...
Officer Ch'en, Misha is dead.

Ch'en : ......

Amiya : And I can't condone your opinions of the Infected. Even you know...
The Lungmenites who love their city will fight for her, no matter who they are.

Swire : Wow, what an awesome little bunny.

Amiya : Did I just hear Miss Swire?

Ch'en : Don't mind her.

Swire : Hey!

Ch'en : I agree with you, Amiya. Fighting for Lungmen can unite the people... except those tied up with Reunion.
But actually living in Lungmen is another matter. Time can't solve everything.

Amiya : Of course. We have to solve everything ourselves.

Ch'en : Wishful thinking. The Infected and uninfected live in different worlds.

Amiya : It's not wishful thinking, Officer Ch'en. It's thinking about Misha, and the countless other Infected who died just like her.
It was the gap between those two worlds that killed them. Are we going to let that divide define us? Are we not going to fight to bridge it?

Ch'en : ......

Amiya : I hope you can understand, Officer Ch'en, why it is that the Infected and uninfected of Rhodes Island come together to fight for Lungmen.
They're here, Officer Ch'en.

Ch'en : Prepare for battle.

<Background fades out and in>

Phantom Crossbowman : It's an ambush! The L. G. D. is pushing us in!

Faust : Push through to the slums. Even though we haven't heard from Crownslayer... the slums are our only way out.
Take him.

Phantom Crossbowman : What are you going to do?

Faust : Me and a few teams have encouraged the "herd" to gather up here.
They won't attack me, so I can fight alongside them.

L. G. D. Officer : Fire in the hole!

Reunion Member : We can't hold for long!

Herd : Ugh... Guhhh!!

L. G. D. Officer : It's those special Infected! Look out!

<Background fades out and in>

Phantom Crossbowman : You'll bring up the rear?
You're not coming back.

Faust : ......

Mephisto : Mmm! Mmhhh!!

Phantom Crossbowman : ......

Faust : Let him speak. He can't do his Arts like this.

Mephisto : What are you doing?!

Faust : Mephisto...

Mephisto : What are you doing?! You can't do this! Come back! Please! Come back here!

Faust : You once told me you would do anything I asked you.

Mephisto : Sasha!

Faust : You said you don't want to make decisions for yourself.
It's just, if you have your own ideas and your own goals now... I can't blame you for your choices.
If that's the way it is, Mephisto... Well, that's great.
But...
I'm out of options.
So let me tell you my last wish.

Mephisto : Sasha...? What are you talking about? I don't understand!

L. G. D. Officer : Don't let them escape! Take out their commanders!

GreyThroat : Ah...!

Faust : ...The Rhodes Island swallow?
(Mouthing "pull the trigger.")

L. G. D. Officer : Hit the deck! Watch the crossfire! We've got them surrounded!

GreyThroat : ——!

L. G. D. Officer : Fall back, Rhodes Island crossbowman! This corridor is ours!

Phantom Crossbowman : Faust! Run!

Faust : No.
Crossbowmen, I know FrostNova is on her way. And even though Crownslayer is missing, her people are out there in the slums somewhere.
When FrostNova gets here, you're under her command.
I trust her. Once she arrives, you'll be okay.
And with my Originium Arts, you'll be invisible.

Phantom Crossbowman : You can't, Faust! That will rupture your organs!

Faust : Doesn't matter. There's no reason not to do it anymore.
Retreat. That's an order.
And take him with you. But not to Chernobog.

Phantom Crossbowman : ...Faust...

Mephisto : You can't do this!

Faust : ......
I hope you survive. Even on your own.
Don't die.
——That's my last wish.

Mephisto : Sasha! Sashaaaaa!!!

Faust : I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to get anyone hurt.
I wish we had just run away, back then.
We could have... just run away.

Mephisto : Sasha, you promised! We promised each other!

Faust : It's too late... for me...
...I'm too tired.

Mephisto : Sashaaaaaa!!!

Faust : Goodbye, Eno.

<Background black>

「He nocks a bolt into his crossbow, and winds it.
He takes aim, for the last time. 」

After operation

Summary

Faust is dead.
GreyThroat retrieves his crossbow.

<Background 2>

Phantom Crossbowman : ......
He stopped crying.

Reunion Member : His eyes... it's like he's braindead.
I don't care about him. I miss Faust. He saved my life. He was a good commander.

Phantom Crossbowman : Faust gave Mephisto to us... It was his last order. We're going to carry it out.

Reunion Member : None of my business.

Phantom Crossbowman : Get out of the city with us and you have a better shot at survival.

Reunion Member : ...Okay. Let's go.
Where are you taking him?

Phantom Crossbowman : Faust said he doesn't want us to take him back to Chernobog.
...So where can he go?

Reunion Member : How long were you with Faust?

Phantom Crossbowman : Um... At first, I'd say he was with us.
Four or five years ago, Faust couldn't use any tactics and he really couldn't shoot a crossbow. We taught him all that.
He studied hard, trained harder, compared notes with the Yetis, sparred with Patriot's boys, and got stronger and stronger...
Patriot and FrostNova both taught him. He became our leader, even though we never much called him that, it's what he was.

Reunion Member : You lucked out.

Phantom Crossbowman : No matter how Mephisto got, Faust never made us do anything.
Archers, don't save your high-explosive bolts.

Reunion Member : Won't those bolts be useful against the L. G. D.?

Phantom Crossbowman : Faust insisted we honor the dead like this.
"It's not a waste to show respect."

<Background 1>

Amiya : GreyThroat?

GreyThroat : He...

Amiya : If I recall correctly, he was the crossbowman with Mephisto, and one of Reunion's commanders.

Amiya : ...You knew him?

GreyThroat : I don't know. I'm not sure if you'd say we... knew each other.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : It seems like there's not much Rhodes Island can do.

Amiya : Yeah.
This is how it is for Rhodes Island... most of the time.
But even if there's only the tiniest bit we can do, we will do it.
We have to.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Amiya : What are you thinking, Doctor?
Are you thinking about... all the death we've seen?
I can't guess. And I don't want to take it from your mind.
Because... I think one day you'll tell me yourself.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Have we ever actually saved any Infected?

Amiya : The operators have put in the work.
But death makes a heavy impression, heavier than saving someone. Every time we witness such death, it hits hard.
Just remember that without the efforts of our operators, we'd be seeing a lot more death.
So much more death...

<Dialogue branch ends here>

GreyThroat : I used to think Rhodes Island fought for the Infected.
But now I see all the dead at our feet, they're all Infected.
Amiya...
Why does Rhodes Island fight?

[Blaze appears. ]

Blaze : Now you ask?

Amiya : Blaze.

Blaze : ...Answer her.

Amiya : Honestly, I ask myself the same question all the time.
We see people, Infected and uninfected, die every day.
We don't, and we shouldn't fight to stop every death. That would be meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
Like now... like in this battle in front of us.
It wasn't one crossbow, one Art, one explosion, or one wound that causes all the death.
What we fight to defeat is the source of all of this... the hatred the uninfected have for the Infected, and vice versa, is the reason they kill each other.
We must tear up the soil that nurtures the hate. Using our pharmaceuticals, and our operations.

[From a distance, explosive bolts are shot into the air and detonates in the sky, as if it was a three-volley salute. ]

Blaze : Ah——
Did Reunion fire that?

Amiya : That was an Originium-boosted crossbow bolt.

Blaze : Pretty lousy fireworks.
Nearl said, back in Chernobog, the scaly kid was pretty strong.
She told me her arms nearly broke. And I'll tell you from experience, I wouldn't be able to break them.
But back there, I knew his bowstring was as good as snapped, and he didn't have much Arts left in his weapon.
What happened to you, you little shit?

Amiya : I think... maybe... he had no reason to fight anymore.

Blaze : Hey, Amiya, would it be possible that he used some sort of Arts and survived from the attack?

Amiya : ...I'm sorry.

Blaze : What are you sorry for? I just pity the kid. Looking at him, I can tell he wasn't a bad guy.

GreyThroat : It's too late for any of that now.

Amiya : No it's not.
The tragedies of the past carry on into the present... And we still have a chance to stop the tragedies of the future.

GreyThroat : ......
I'll get his crossbow.

[GreyThroat picks up Faust's broken crossbow and leaves without saying a word. ]

Blaze : Did she have an epiphany?

Amiya : You don't know what she's been through?

Blaze : She never shared. We're not close.

Amiya : Her parents were Oripathy researchers, doing work for the Infected. They died in a clash between the Infected and police.
She just thinks her suffering and ours are the same.
GreyThroat is more sensitive than you give her credit for. She just doesn't express herself.

Blaze : How am I supposed to know if she doesn't speak up?

<Background fades out and in>

GreyThroat : ......

??? : Was he your friend?

GreyThroat : ...I don't know.
Who are you?

??? : Should I introduce myself?

GreyThroat : No thank you.

??? : It's dangerous to make friends with the Infected.

GreyThroat : I don't care if my friends are sick or not.

??? : Oh...?
You have my condolences.

GreyThroat : Why did you ask me that?

??? : Because I worried you were making friends with Infected.

<Background fades out and in>

Blaze : Call for you, Amiya.

Amiya : This is Amiya.
Gavial? Where are you?
Under the slums? There's a passage? How?
...Black raincoats, and...
Yeti Squad? Are they forming up with Reunion in the slums?

Blaze : ...The worst is yet to come.

Operation story: 6-8

Before operation

Summary

Earlier, Rhodes Island confronted FrostNova's squad.
While Reunion pursues Rhodes Island, Blaze arrives and holds off FrostNova and the Yetis alone.

「9:00 AM / Overcast
14 hours before the attack on L. G. D. Headquarters
"Bad Guy" – 300 Meters above "District 14" of Chernobog
Mission objective: Join forces with Rhodes Island to rescue the reconnaissance team
Assigned assets:
"Bad Guy" and its pilot; Rhodes Island elite operator Blaze and her team.
14 individuals. 」

<Background 1>

Pilot : This is your stop. Amiya and her people are nearby!
Was it really okay to drop the team outside the city? You're gonna go down there by yourself?!

??? : Come on, it's a lot better for them to be out there clearing a path and pushing back Reunion's pursuit forces than to fight here.

Pilot : Okay. The terrain down there is pretty rough. This is as far as I can take you.

??? : It's fine.

Pilot : ...At least let me put down a rope for you?

??? : When have you ever seen me use a rope?

Pilot : You're just gonna go for it again, huh?

??? : Go for what? What are you talking about?

Pilot : Every time we have a mission together, you go off and do crazy stuff while I sit in the cockpit on pins and needles and watch.
I'm kind of used to it, but that doesn't change the fact that you're way too reckless out there.

??? : That just goes to show you what a good rapport you, me, and my team have!

Pilot : Rapport my ass! Last time you demolished a town, bombed out a reservoir, and collapsed a mine!
Keep the chaos on the ground please, don't bring it onto my baby!

??? : Fine, fine. I got it. But, "Bad Guy," really? Maybe think a little harder next time you pick a name.

Pilot : Just jump already.

<Background fades out and in>

Pilot : I think the welcoming committee's spotted us. This is where we say goodbye, Blaze.

Blaze : No problem.

Pilot : I'll wait for you by the entrance to the ruins. Be quick!
Huh? The comms.

??? : HELLO?!

Pilot : I can hear you! You don't have to yell!

??? : Oh. Hi, Rhodes Islanders. I'm with the L. G. D. I've met up with your team by the ruins!

Blaze : Didn't the L. G. D. withdraw already? What are you trying to pull?

??? : I'm not like that Ch'en lady! Trust me, I can help you.

Pilot : And how should we call you?

??? : Use my codename. Call me Officer Swire!

Pilot : ......
Isn't Swire just your name?
Blaze, can you take care of this? I'm not good with bureaucrats...
......Blaze?

Blaze : Don't look at me.

Pilot : Get back here! Don't jump!

Blaze : Didn't you tell me to jump a second ago? You can handle this. I believe in you! *Mwah*

Pilot : Mwah my ass!

<Background 2>

Frostleaf : *Pant* *pant*...

Meteorite : ...Is she okay?

Amiya : Yes, it's nothing serious. Just her body temperature's a little low.

Frostleaf : It's always... low. I'm fine. I just...

Amiya : Frostleaf, slow down. Your temperature is even lower than usual.
Doctor, pass me a bandage.

Doctor : Here.

Frostleaf : I told you, I'm fine. Meteorite got hit a lot harder.

Meteorite : It's okay. I'm a Sarkaz. I'm more worried about you.

Amiya : Jessica, what is Yeti Squad doing?

Jessica : Th- they're approaching our position! About 500 meters out!

Amiya : And the debris clearing?

Rhodes Island Operator : We need about fifteen more minutes. The collapsed building has a pretty complicated superstructure and we can't risk blasting here.

Amiya : Meteorite, get ready to fight. We have to hold this line.

Meteorite : Roger. Do we have a stock of bolts?

Amiya : Yes. Logistics can get them for you...

??? : Amiya, are you there?

Amiya : ......

Jessica : ......

Rhodes Island Operator : ...guh.

Amiya : Did somebody leave their comms open?

??? : This is the elite operators' channel, I can open it from my end.

Jessica : That voice...?

Frostleaf : Oh no. They sent her.

Jessica : Um... who is it?

Doctor : Yes, who is this? And what's got her so excited? / ...... / Can she really make a difference here?

Frostleaf : They call her Blaze. She can certainly level the whole area and leave everyone pissing themselves.

Blaze : Damn right it's me! But that last part is a little off.

Amiya : Please... let's be serious here.
Where are you, Blaze? We need your support.

Blaze : I'm right above you.

Amiya : What?

Blaze : Just about 200 meters to go and I'll be there!

<Background fades out and in>

Yeti Squad Member : I can't hit the machine, it's out of range!
Flying machines... they have such equipment?

FrostNova : Make sure they do not come down.
Wipe out the Rhodes Island squad before their reinforcements arrive. They cannot be allowed to join forces.
Wait.
———Stand back!

<Background fades out and in>

Meteorite : She jumped again?

Frostleaf : She jumped again.

Amiya : ......

Blaze : We can jump together sometime, Amiya! If you want.

Amiya : I think I'll take a rain check. Where's your team?

Blaze : I left them outside the city. They'll be here in a bit.

Amiya : I can't hear anything over the wind. Turn off your comms!
Everyone... move to support Blaze.
Dr. {nickname}, no matter what she says...
...just nod.

Doctor : ......?

[Suddenly a loud impact is heard. ]

Yeti Squad Member : It dropped something...
...a person?

FrostNova : There's only one. But keep your guard up.
I sense a heat. She's using some kind of temperature Arts.

Blaze : Hello, Reunion friends.
I don't like fighting other Infected. But I heard you hurt some of my Rhodes Island co-workers...

<Background 2>

Blaze : And you're still after my buddies. So I'm going to have to put a stop to that.

FrostNova : Aren't you mouthy...

Blaze : Hi. How you doing, Miss Frosty?
I wanna see what happens when my hot meets your cold.

After operation

Summary

Blaze and FrostNova are evenly matched, but the building collapses in the aftermath of the battle. The Doctor and Frostnova both tumble into the void.
Rhodes Island strikes a temporary truce with the Yeti Squadron.

<Background 2>

Blaze : *Pant* *pant*...

Amiya : Blaze!

Blaze : I'm fine! They... have some moves.
You're not freezing, are you?

Amiya : Thanks to you, we're okay. You're keeping the air warm enough to stop her chills.

Blaze : Don't mention it.
Hey Frosty, why aren't you using lethal Arts?

FrostNova : *Hack* *cough*...

Blaze : ......
So that's why.

Amiya : ...FrostNova, she...

Blaze : FrostNova's the name?

FrostNova : *Hack*... Help me... cover...

Yeti Squad Member : Sister...

Blaze : Get out of here, Amiya. There could be more Reunion on the way. Do we have any injured? I can help.

FrostNova : So you're retreating?

Blaze : I'm going to politely suggest that you don't fight anymore, snow bunny.
If you keep using your Arts like that, you're going to die. You're just burning your life into power.
Or, you could always come to Rhodes Island. We've got ways to extend your life.

FrostNova : ......
Don't look at me like that... I don't need your pity.

Blaze : Do I look like I pity you? You're strong. I respect you.

FrostNova : ......
Why are you running away?
*Cough*... *Hack* *hack*...

<Background fades out and in>

Blaze : Dr. {nickname}, run. Don't look at her!

Meteorite : Reunion forces closing on our position!

<Background fades out and in>

FrostNova : You're not leaving.

Yeti Squad Member : Sister, don't use that now, not where you're standing!

FrostNova : We can't let them escape!
Who knows what Rhodes Island might do to our people in Lungmen!
The temperature difference... it's causing the structure... to weaken!
*Cough* *cough*... freeze!
......♪......
*Hack*...!

[A rumble can be felt beneath the streets. ]

Yeti Squad Member : It's working...
The Originium we buried has changed the structure of the lower levels, the plates are tilting!
Sister, it's too dangerous! Hold onto me!

FrostNova : ......

Yeti Squad Member : Sister?!

<Background fades out and in>

Meteorite : ...Blaze. Do you hear that?

Blaze : Hm?

Meteorite : Is that the sound of the structure shattering?

Blaze : Oh...

Amiya : Buried Originium... heat absorption... temperature difference...
It's collapsing... FrostNova's Arts can actually do that...?

Blaze : No!

Blaze : The plate is warping!

Meteorite : Reunion is capable of something like this?

Blaze : All I know is... the whole district is sinking!

Amiya : Run! Get to a stable area! The ground here is caving in!

<Background 1>

Jessica : ...Doctor?
Doctor, the ground under you... it's... splitting?

Blaze : Uh oh.
Dr. {nickname}, move!

Doctor : Move what...?

Amiya : Doctor!

Blaze : Amiya, stay where you are! Dr. {nickname}, grab onto that lamppost!

Amiya : Save the Doctor!

Blaze : The ground is splitting too fast! I can't reach!

Amiya : Then I'll do it!

Blaze : No!

Amiya : What did——

Doctor : ...I'm okay.

Amiya : Doctor!!

Meteorite : The buildings can't support their own weight anymore, they're all collapsing!

Blaze : Meteorite, take her!

Meteorite : Okay, I've got Amiya!

Amiya : Put me down!

Blaze : Amiya, go. I'll get the Doctor! I'm an elite operator, I can do it!

Amiya : ......

Blaze : Welp, looks like we're not quite done.
Doctor, I'm going to use airflow and pressure to slow your fall and push away the building beside you. Don't worry, it won't crush you!
Just don't panic! I've got you!
...See you soon!

Doctor : See you.

[The street collapses. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Blaze : ......

Yeti Squad Member : ......

Blaze : Sup? Where's FrostNova?
Your commander fell down there too, huh?

Yeti Squad Member : ...Yes.
Could we not fight?
Rabbit of Rhodes Island, could we forge a temporary armistice? Honestly, we never much wanted to fight you.

Amiya : But...

Yeti Squad Member : Mephisto told our sister you'd killed Alex, and she was very concerned about what you would do next.

Amiya : ...Who's Alex?

Yeti Squad Member : Skullshatterer.

Amiya : I'm sorry. I did kill Skullshatterer.

Yeti Squad Member : ...Oh.

Amiya : Infected really should not fight one another. I'm sorry.

Yeti Squad Member : What's to apologize for? It was a battle, wasn't it?

Amiya : It was.

Yeti Squad Member : So let's have a ceasefire. Nesti, what do you say?

Yeti Squad Member : Huh? *Ursine profanity*!

Yeti Squad Member : Nesti says he's fine with it.

Frostleaf : I don't think that's what he said.

Yeti Squad Member : As long as we're not in battle, there's no reason to kill anyone, right?

Amiya : Why is it... you want a ceasefire?

Yeti Squad Member : Did you ever notice that both our sides are led by rabbits?

Blaze : ...Huh?

Frostleaf : I think something in my brain just broke.

Jessica : Hm?

Frostleaf : These are the yetis of the ice field?

Jessica : Wh- what do you mean?

Frostleaf : Shouldn't they be cold, merciless killers?
This isn't right.

Yeti Squad Member : That's prejudiced.
Listen here, bunny.
Who wins the battle, or where you go, none of that matters to us. All we care about is our sister's life.
And you're worried about your friend too, right?

Amiya : ...Right. We didn't come here to hurt anyone.

Yeti Squad Member : You're definitely not here to hunt Reunion for sport, are you?

Amiya : Of course not!

Yeti Squad Member : You know... it's funny...
If it weren't for Patriot insisting on unity in the Reunion Movement, we'd have dealt with Mephisto and his people a long time ago.
And that'd be kinda like hunting Reunion for sport, huh?

Amiya : Huh...

Yeti Squad Member : Let's get digging, shall we?

Operation story: 6-9

Before operation

Summary

Returning to the present, Reunion seems to have re-organized and is moving again. A woman named "Nine" has decided to leave Lungmen, and Ch'en leads the black raincoat squad to the Yeti Squadron.

<Background 1>

Ch'en : Move out.

L. G. D. Operator : But we're really not familiar with the layout here. I'm worried... what if the Infected resist our operations?

Ch'en : Relax. I know the area. Just follow my orders.

L. G. D. Operator : Yes, Sir!
Sir, bad news: intelligence reports Reunion is moving with some degree of organization again. It seems they've found another commander.
And... and they've reencrypted their communication channels. We can't intercept them anymore!

Ch'en : Could they have joined up with the units in the slums?
Impossible. Rhodes Island should already have dealt with the situation there. There's no risk of us getting boxed in.
Strange...

Swire : Ah Ch'en, I'm ready to——

[Ch'en's radio picked up an incoming call. ]

Ch'en : A transmission?
"Little Miss," would you mind giving me the room?

Swire : How do you work it out so you're busy every time I have something for you?
Is that spy of yours back on the grid?

Ch'en : I said give me the room. And get me some finballs while you're out.

Swire : I'm not a kid, you know.

<Background fades out and in>

Ch'en : ...This is Ch'en.

??? : We have another Reunion element up from the lower levels of the slums.
Infected called Yeti Squad. It seems they have the ability to collapse buildings and destroy infrastructure.
Tread carefully.

Ch'en : ...Understood.
Only-1, Lungmen's special forces are operating in the slums. We are at the moment incapable of stopping them. Exercise caution.

??? : Roger.

Ch'en : ...Only-1, why did you drop out of contact?

??? : I had some things on my mind.
It's clear to me now. I'm leaving Lungmen to you.

Ch'en : What? I don't understand.

??? : Me, now? I don't belong here.

Ch'en : Only-1!

??? : I'm going to take some of Lungmen's Infected. The L. G. D. can't protect them. The city doesn't care about them.
In other words, this city isn't at all what you think it is.

Ch'en : Nine! You're under orders!

Nine : I haven't been with the L. G. D. for over three years.
And actually it was me giving orders to you.

Ch'en : Nine...!

Nine : Those special forces you're talking about? I think I've seen them around.
I thought too much of this city. Goodbye, Ch'en.

Nine : Oh, right. Don't go snooping around the sewers.

[The call abruptly ends. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Ch'en : ......
Was I too loud?

Swire : You're pretty loud. I think the whole block heard you.

Ch'en : And yet I'm still not as loud as you.

Swire : Hey, Ah Ch'en, get over here.

Ch'en : ......

Swire : Have a seat.

Ch'en : Wow, Miss Swire squatting on a dirty street corner. You're not afraid to soil your clothes?

Swire : Certainly not! What makes you think I'd worry about a thing like that?
I was just about to give that stinky sewer rat another call.
I may not come here often, but I'm pretty sure those special forces are up to no good.

Ch'en : Have you met Lin? From the slums?

Swire : I have. He's a nice old man. Nicer than my grandpa anyway.

Ch'en : They call him the "Rat King."

Swire : The men behind the curtain aren't all like such. But he's really a good person.
I never thought Yühsia would turn out like this. She was such a shy and timid girl, the kind who would always hide behind you.

Ch'en : I don't think she's changed. She just... took on responsibility. Maybe the kind she couldn't handle.

Swire : It wouldn't do any good to tell her that. We're between a rock and hard place here.

Ch'en : I can't say I understand what's going on between her and her father, but I know she's not so cold-blooded.

Swire : So I'm gonna call her.

Ch'en : ......
That report I just got may be of use to us.

Swire : What do you mean?

Ch'en : A Reunion group with special powers has entered the slums, and they're able to command other Reunion elements.
And I'm the only one who knows. Well, now it's the two of us, I guess.

Swire : What are you thinking?

Ch'en : We steer the raincoats into them.
Aside from the group left to help the L. G. D. clean up the new-type Infected, there's also quite a few of those special forces with us in the slums.
And the situation is: we don't know their distribution, we have no way to guard against them, and have no idea what they might do.
But with Lin Yühsia's help, we can guide them into that Reunion team.

Swire : Force them out? Show them to the whole L. G. D.?

Ch'en : The L. G. D., sure, but also Rhodes Island.

Swire : You trust them so much?

Ch'en : They chase their objectives harder than any group I've ever seen. They're even more dedicated than the L. G. D.
And who else are we going to trust?

Swire : You've got stones, I'll give you that.

Ch'en : Ordinary Lungmenites don't know Lin, they don't know your grandfather, they don't even really know Wei Yenwu, let alone any chambers of commerce or whatever behind the scenes.
They just trust the L. G. D. None of those players would dare disband the L. G. D., and leave us with the regular old police.
Then you add in the outsiders... And there's no way they'll want to take over.

Swire : They'll fire you though.

Ch'en : Whoop-de-doo.

Swire : Then let's wrap up this one last job! Next time, their patrol route goes right into the slums.

Ch'en : You can get Lin on board?

Swire : As long as we look after this place, Lin will work with us.

Ch'en : One more thing...

Swire : What's that?

Ch'en : Did you know we have three guests?

<Background black>

Lin Yühsia : ......
What is it?

Swire : Listen up, stinky rat, I've got news for you. There's a Reunion unit we can't hold. We need your team's help.

Lin Yühsia : Impossible. What are you trying to pull?

Swire : Have I ever lied to you?

Lin Yühsia : You said we'd go to the same secondary school, only for you to run off to Victoria.

Swire : ......
I'm sorry. Really, truly sorry.

Lin Yühsia : Forget it. I don't care.

Swire : Yühsia, your dad has done so much for Lungmen. We don't want to lose this place, and the people here can't lose us either.

Lin Yühsia : Liar. You're coming here?
You'll come to the slums?

Swire : ......Ch'en will.

Lin Yühsia : You really are a terrible liar. What business have I with her?

Swire : For whatever reason, your dad wasn't able to resolve the conflict between the Infected and the normal people, but Ch'en can.
Ch'en and your father will rebuild the slums together.
They're working to turn it into a place where all kinds of people can live, to the point that we won't even be able to call it the slums anymore.
Think about it... Even though most Lungmenites don't live here, they've been coming here a lot in the past few years, haven't they?
Soon, we won't need any slums.

Lin Yühsia : What?

Swire : We haven't been able to solve the Infected crisis, but I know... We can make this a better place.
They'll be Lungmen's downtown Districts 22 to 29. No longer "slums."
This city was built on the many, many different kinds of people all coming together to make it what it is today.
Lungmen can't afford to lose anyone.

Lin Yühsia : Yawn. How boring. You've become as boring as Ch'en.

Swire : Yühsia...
Look, I'm not trying to make a soap opera here.

Lin Yühsia : Where is that Reunion unit?

Swire : Oh?

Lin Yühsia : I won't ask again.

[... ]

Ch'en : Amiya, have you entered the slums?
We have a bit of a situation here. Let me fill you in.

Operation story: 6-10

Before operation

Summary

Facing the combined offensive of the L.G.D. and the black raincoats, the Yeti Squadron defends their only way out.
FrostNova taps deep into her Arts to stave off the enemies, but her body has reached its limit.

<Background 1>

Yeti Squad Member A : *Pant* *pant*... Impressive!

Yeti Squad Member B : The black raincoats are retreating! Run while you can!

Reunion Member : Thanks!

Yeti Squad Member B : Don't thank us. If you have the strength, you should fight alongside us!

Yeti Squad Member A : Did you see him swing down from the fourth floor and graze my head like that? If I didn't freeze his weapon with the Originium FrostNova left in my backpack, I wouldn't be standing here!
Very impressive. They're just like the swordsmen in the gas masks back in Ursus. Even stronger, really!

Yeti Squad Member B : You almost died, what are you so excited about? The masked swordsmen you're talking about were the Ursus Royal Guard! We only met five of them that time!
Did you count how many raincoats there are?

Yeti Squad Member A : Does that mean we're even more awesome than before?

Yeti Squad Member B : This is not a time for jokes. Their techniques and their equipment mean they must have a city... Even the craftsmen of multiple cities supplying them.
There's no way we can beat them back on our own. Don't even think about trying to kill them!

Yeti Squad Member A : I just... I just think I did pretty well.

Yeti Squad Member B : The point is this situation is way beyond what we can handle... We can't hold out for long!

Yeti Squad Member C : Quiet!

Phantom Crossbowman : Reporting in.

Yeti Squad Member C : Sister, these are... Faust's people.

FrostNova : *Cough* *cough*... I recognize them.

Phantom Crossbowman : FrostNova, we received your message, and...

FrostNova : Why is Mephisto with you? What happened to him?

Phantom Crossbowman : Mephisto has taken some... hits to his psyche.

FrostNova : Him? Traumatized?
Wait, where is Faust?

Phantom Crossbowman : Faust stayed behind to give us, and others, a chance to escape. We left him outside the slums.

FrostNova : ......
It's hard to come back from that.
Faust was a brave warrior.

<Background 1>

Phantom Crossbowman : FrostNova, if we could, we would like to fight alongside the Yetis.

FrostNova : You could. We must get our remaining people out safely.
Find a sniping position and await orders. We will need your support in the coming battle. We don't know when the enemy may attack again.

Phantom Crossbowman : Understood!

FrostNova : Pass our location to all teams: We will guarantee a safe route for their retreat from here!
Keep evacuating.

Yeti Squad Member C : Understood!

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : Are they like the Ursus soldiers with a total disregard for collateral damage?

Yeti Squad Member : I don't think so. The Ursus were willing to use direct artillery fire on the upper city!

Reunion Member : I knew they were brutal. But that brutal?

Yeti Squad Member : We saw it with our own eyes.
The raincoat people are very different.
They see civilians as targets, since they can't tell the difference between Infected and uninfected. They don't know if maybe we're dressing up as civilians.
The Ursus just didn't care, but these people don't let a single one slip through.

Reunion Member : There are so many fleeing, it's damn near impossible to keep order! FrostNova is in a tough spot!

Yeti Squad Member : Sister won't let anyone die. Reunion or no.
We came to Lungmen to fight. How did we end up saving people? It's funny.

Reunion Member : The fighting is pretty much done. If you guys didn't show up, we'd all be dead!

Yeti Squad Member : Man that's crazy. You're really counting on us?

Reunion Member : Can you not talk like that...? I used to think you guys were so imposing, but now you just seem like a bunch of clowns.

Yeti Squad Member : You got us all wrong. We just don't talk much. Shouldn't be imposing.

Reunion Member : Anyway, aren't we supposed to be holding this place with you?

Yeti Squad Member : You're totally right! Bro, let's defend this place together!

<Background fades out and in>

FrostNova : What's going on?

Yeti Squad Member : We... we found some locals locked up in here.
A mother and daughter. We were going to use the place as a firing position, but we don't know how to communicate with them... They seem pretty scared of us.

FrostNova : ......

Lungmenite : (Local language)!
(Local language) ...... (local language) ......!

FrostNova : She is your child, yes?

Child : Waaahhh!

FrostNova : Such a healthy one.
Don't be afraid. Don't cry. Your mama is right here.
Mama is here.

Child : Waaahhh...
Mm... Um... Mm.
Hehe.

Yeti Squad Member : Oh, the child is smiling...

FrostNova : Get her out of here.

Lungmenite : ...... (Local language)?

FrostNova : You *cough* escort her. See her to safety.

Yeti Squad Member : They're uninfected. There are so many of our people who need evacuating. We don't have time.

FrostNova : Oh?

Yeti Squad Member : ...Right. Who cares whether it's the Infected or the uninfected now? Understood.
Erm, uh, ma'am, um... Komm zis way?

Lungmenite : Neidei, neidei... hou.[note 1]

Yeti Squad Member : FrostNova, Sister, wait for us to come back. Don't try to hold on your own.

FrostNova : Have some faith in your big sister.
Hurry! They're coming!
They are deploying some units wearing other uniforms... They might be Lungmen's L. G. D.!
*Cough* *cough* ... *hack*.
Go!

<Background black>

Yeti Squad Member A : The temperature is as low as it will go!

Yeti Squad Member B : The uniformed ones are no match for us, but watch out for the raincoats!

Yeti Squad Member C : Where's Nesti? We need more firepower. We need suppressing fire!

Yeti Squad Member A : He says okay!
I don't think Sister's body can take much more. She can't keep the temperature down!

Yeti Squad Member B : We can't break the pavement?

Yeti Squad Member C : No way! If we do that, how will our people and the locals get to the exit?

Yeti Squad Member B : We're sure this is the only way out?

Yeti Squad Member C : Yes. The other ones have all been destroyed. All that's left is the one we dug.

Yeti Squad Member A : How much time do we have? Or how much time does Sister have?
Why must it come down to tormenting her so?
They're almost done!

Yeti Squad Member C : I'll go get Sister!

[... ]

Yeti Squad Member C : Sister, we've just about got this group evacuated!

FrostNova : And the fighting... how goes?

Yeti Squad Member C : We've got the L. G. D. completely suppressed. The terrain favors us, and they can't make use of their superior numbers.
But...

FrostNova : You have nothing to hide.

Yeti Squad Member C : Lungmen's raincoat brigade doesn't care about the terrain, or the people. They... they're going to level everything.
They're purging the slums

FrostNova : And those uninfected Lungmenites we saw...?

Yeti Squad Member C : I'm afraid that was their doing.

FrostNova : ......

Yeti Squad Member C : Sister, stop your Arts! We can handle these ones ourselves. Just rest for a bit!

FrostNova : *Cough* *cough*...

Yeti Squad Member C : Sister!

<Background 2>

Yeti Squad Member A : The temperature just cracked the lower limit!
She's doing it...! The superstructure is weakening!
Smash their footing and push them back! Fire!

[The Yeti Squadron opens fire at a nearby structure's supports, causing it to collapse before the men in black raincoats. ]

??? : ......

Yeti Squad Member B : They're falling back! Keep it up!

Yeti Squad Member A : Faster! More! Faster!

Reunion Member : R- right!

Yeti Squad Member A : That's our big sister! She really did it!

Yeti Squad Member C : ......

Yeti Squad Member A : Petrova, what's wrong? Why do you look so gloomy?
...Sister?

Petrova : Young, come here.

Young : No.

Petrova : Come!

Young : I can't!

Petrova : You have to. Sister doesn't have much time left.

Notes

"Hello, hello... everyone." in Cantonese

Operation story: 6-11

Before operation

Summary

GreyThroat puts herself in harm's way to protect a group of children. Fortunately, Blaze comes to the rescue.
After a conversation, they manage to ease some of the tension between them.

<Background 1>

「Waaahhh...
I'm hungry!
Where's daddy? Where did he go?
I want my daddy...! Daddy! Daddyyy!
Daddy will come get me! 」

GreyThroat : ......!
A child?
Blaze-4, Amiya-1, come in. I'm in the slums. 4th Street, building number 10. There's a child survivor, Infected.

<Background fades out and in>

Child : Waaahhh...

GreyThroat : ...Hello.

Child : Wh- who are you?
Are you a Lungmenite?

GreyThroat : I will not hurt you. I don't speak Ursine well. I am not an enemy.

Child : What did you say?

GreyThroat : Come with me. It is dangerous here.

Child : I can't... Uncle said to stay here.

GreyThroat : But I will take you to find your dad.

Child : You can do that?

GreyThroat : I can do that.
You, hiding behind me, come out.

Reunion Member : You're...
You're not with them.
You're... from Rhodes Island?

GreyThroat : Child, stay back. Don't come closer.
Drop your weapon and come out with your hands up.

Reunion Member : What?
You're not here to save us?
Don't you Rhodes Islanders know what's hidden here?
We worked hard to set up this ambush... If we can't lure them in, if we can't take them out, they'll kill all of us!

GreyThroat : You're using children as bait. You deserve to be killed.

Reunion Member : You think this will end when we're dead?
Even if they kill us, they won't let the children go. They won't let anyone go!
If that's all it took, we'd gladly die to save the kids!
We didn't even attack you!

GreyThroat : Who's killing children...? The people in the black raincoats?

Reunion Member : You've seen them, you understand! They're slaughtering everyone!

GreyThroat : That's no excuse. After I take you in, I will apply to have you protected.

Reunion Member : And we're supposed to just trust you? That crossbow of yours is a killing tool, what are you protecting?

GreyThroat : For now, I'm protecting your lives.

Reunion Member : Save it. We'll deal with you, then reset our trap!
We've already got the order to form up and retreat. If we die here, it would dishonor those comrades who died to save their children!

GreyThroat : ...Child, take cover!

<Background fades out>

[The Reunion soldier ambushing GreyThroat attacks her, but she managed to dispatch them without letting the child see the bloodshed. ]

<Background fades in>

GreyThroat : Hm...
I'm still alive?

??? : You think you'd be better off dead?

GreyThroat : Operator Blaze?

Blaze : It's not like you dying would solve anything. Better keep on ticking.

GreyThroat : What about... the Reunion men? And the children?

Blaze : ......
Operator GreyThroat, I got you all wrong. And I'm sorry.

GreyThroat : The children!

Blaze : I took care of the Reunion guys! I hid the kids! Just listen to me already!

GreyThroat : No need... as long as the children are safe.

Blaze : Can you not be obnoxious for like five minutes?

GreyThroat : What did you get wrong about me?

Blaze : I watched you stand up to fight for Infected kids. It was hella leng noi.[note 1]

GreyThroat : Your Lungmen dialect sucks.

Blaze : Hey, that's off the top of my head! But really, I thought you were just some heartless uninfected girl, joining Rhodes Island to spy on us or whatever. I got you all wrong.

GreyThroat : If I were a spy, this is how I'd get you to trust me. As long as you weren't stupid enough to let me bleed out...
You bandaged me?

Blaze : I'm still an elite operator. It's my job.
Anyway, you're right.
But even if you were a spy, you still did the right thing. So I'll save this spy's life and then pack her off to Legal.

GreyThroat : I could just run.

Blaze : Let's not be stupid here. How are you gonna outrun me?
Trust doesn't mean letting your guard down. Trust means knowing what you'll do and what you won't.
If you do the right thing, I'll back you up. If you do the wrong thing, I'll correct it, or stop it, if I have to. That's trust.
Thanks, GreyThroat. You trusted me, and you corrected my wrong thoughts with your right actions.
And I'm sorry.

GreyThroat : ......

Blaze : But you really need to work on your people skills. They didn't want to be difficult, that was a show for survival.
If you screw up, you still need to go to Legal.

GreyThroat : Whatever.

<Background fades out and in>

Doctor : Well done! / ...... / Seems they're getting along better?

Amiya : I think so... at least Blaze is trying. Leave it to her to drop her prejudices so quickly.
Rhodes Island's elite operators have more than just their incredible combat skills. Blaze is also gifted with a gregarious personality and savoir faire. As well as her own opinions.
If you want to lead her, if you want her support, you'll have to gain her trust. And first, you have to learn how.
I've fought alongside Blaze for a long time. And I think... I think you can too, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I'm doing okay.

Amiya : But okay... isn't good enough, is it?
She puts up a carefree front, but Blaze has a complicated personality.
Give it time, keep your eyes open, and I know you can do it, Dr. {nickname}.
But you need to put in more work!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Learning to trust each other isn't easy, but it needs to be done.
We need your power, Doctor, and you need to win over the operators to turn those tactics of yours into reality.
That's a lengthy process, but it's one you need to experience.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : She has to cooperate.

Amiya : Blaze is an elite operator who excels in assault operations. She doesn't have much to offer in the way of strategic thinking.
She really needs your support. Or you could think of it like she'll turn your strategies into reality on the battlefield. She's a professional.
I'd say she's already cooperating.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : Like, look where we are now...
Our operators follow our orders out of a sense of duty, not trust.
Real trust is built on understanding. The kind Blaze is working on with GreyThroat.
Oh...
Looks like we've got company. More Reunion.
Let's give Blaze a little more room to apologize. She still needs to stick her foot in her mouth a few more times.

Doctor : Then let's buy them some time! / ...... / She's the foot-in-mouth type, huh?

Amiya : Yep.
She's a good conversationalist, but not so great at expressing her feelings.
What's really going on here is her confronting her deep-seated prejudices more than just an apology to GreyThroat.
Normal folks' prejudices against the Infected aren't a one way street... we have our own issues with the uninfected.
The enemy within is just as much an enemy as the enemy without.

Doctor : We'll defeat them both.

Amiya : ...We will.
Listen up.
Those Reunion guys were scared out of their wits.
Neither we nor the L. G. D. can put that kind of fear into someone. They were ready to go against everything they stood for.
They met something else... But what was it out there that could do that to them?
And... will we have to fight them too?

After operation

Summary

Projekt Red's ferocity suppresses Crownslayer, and Kal'tsit's overwhelming power makes resistance seem futile.
However, after a conversation, Kal'tsit still offers her a second chance.

<Background 2>

[A Lupo in red attacks Crownslayer, who narrowly dodged it. ]

Crownslayer : (*Pant, pant*...! *Pant, pant*...)
(...A trap?! Was that attack back there just a feint?)
(If she keeps cutting up my team, the whole unit will be worthless...)
(I have to contact them right away!
(Grrr, why can't I move my fingers? Why am I shivering?!)
(I... I can't let her get me!)

[The Lupo caught Crownslayer by surprise... ]

Crownslayer : !

Crownslayer : Nggah!

??? : (Low growling).

??? : Projekt Red, don't kill her.

??? : ......

Crownslayer : *Hack* *hack*...! Gah!

??? : Is it her?

Projekt Red : Yes, definitely. It's her scent.
*Sniff sniff*
Ick. Fake. She is no wolf.
But the scent is real.
The scent of a true wolf. The first true wolf.

??? : True wolf?

Crownslayer : You... filthy cub!

Projekt Red : Don't move.

<Background 2>

Crownslayer : Mmf, how can I...? My muscles won't even respond.
Can... can you control me?

Projekt Red : She tried to use a wolf technique, a bite she learned from wolves.
She wants to fight back. I can sever her spine, and paralyze her.

Kal'tsit : No need for that.

Projekt Red : Ok.

Crownslayer : Wait, you...
I know you... I finally found you...!
Traitor... you traitor! I found the traitor!

Kal'tsit : And you are...?
Ilia's daughter, Lyudmila?

Crownslayer : Shut up! You have no right to speak my father's name!
Ursus destroyed all the lab, and all the scientists.

Kal'tsit : Is that what you think?

Crownslayer : How dare you?!
It was you! You're the disgusting traitor who sold out my father with Sergei, who sold out all the scientists!

Kal'tsit : ......
Your hair is the same color as his.

Crownslayer : ...What are you talking about? Why would you...?

Projekt Red : Don't move.

Crownslayer : Agh!

Kal'tsit : You're wondering why I have no reaction to your accusations?

Crownslayer : Because you're scum!

Kal'tsit : Scum. And what type of scum should I be?
Should I be a coward, out for wealth and luxury...? Or should I be cruel and calculating, doing whatever it takes to achieve my goals?
The me, standing here before you, does it fit your image?

Crownslayer : I never thought... I never thought you were a heartless, cold-blooded woman!

Kal'tsit : Did Sergei give you a heartfelt confession before you killed him?

Crownslayer : ...What are you...?

Kal'tsit : Did you know he was Alex and Misha's father?

Crownslayer : Hah... Hahaha...! Alex helped me find him!

Kal'tsit : ...Reunion took in Alex, killed his father, and hunted down his sister.
Hah...
Projekt Red, let her move.

Projekt Red : Ok.

Crownslayer : ...What do you want?

Kal'tsit : To give you a chance to kill me.

Crownslayer : A chance? Do you know what you're saying?
You're giving up on life? You want to repent, like Sergei, who sat on top of Chernobog after selling out his colleagues?
...Oh you'll regret it. You'll regret everything you ever did!

Kal'tsit : "No regrets," I always say...
But actually, there is one massive regret I will share with you today.
——But I'm afraid it has nothing to do with your father.

Crownslayer : I'll kill you. I'm going to kill you!
*Hiss* Haah...
"Swallow the bitterness of the dead"...

[Suddenly a thick mist covers the alley. ]

Kal'tsit : Fog?

Projekt Red : It's Arts.

Kal'tsit : No, not fog... This is smoke.
The nervous system stimulates a smoke-emitting organ in the oral cavity. It is indeed an Originium Art that relies on this Infected organ.

Crownslayer : You stand there talking your mouth off... You're beyond saving. Are you so scared you can't even show it?
Why did you betray my father? Why did you betray the scientists?
Why?! Tell me why——
"Director Kal'tsit"?!

Kal'tsit : Lyudmila, I only barely made it out alive myself.

Crownslayer : You expect me to believe your bullshit?

Kal'tsit : Hah. Your father read you "Truth and Justice," didn't he?

Crownslayer : ——!

Kal'tsit : To give a five-year-old a book like that... Ilia really had no sense.
But he loved that book. One summer day, he carried you, and the book, past the window, the bushes orange against the sun. He made you wave to me. You pouted and turned your head.

Crownslayer : Enough!

Kal'tsit : That night, he asked me: what if we just sealed up the sarcophagus and never told the Ursus about the machines inside? Would we be able to save more people?
Would we be able to prevent the Ursus from using these machines in battle?

Crownslayer : Are you saying all of this to... to confuse me?!

Kal'tsit : Ilia was one of the scientists who came up with the plan to seal the sarcophagus. And his convictions influenced his entire life.
You have his fighting spirit. But there was more to him than that...
Lyudmila, you call me a traitor, you want to kill me. You could do that, but——
When you choose violence, you are doomed to one day meet something stronger than you.

Crownslayer : Hah hah...
Could you be more arrogant? No one, no caster can penetrate my fog. You have no idea where I am.
You're going to die screaming. I need you to die screaming.

Projekt Red : ...... (Sticking out her tongue).

Crownslayer : For the scientists, for the infected, I have to kill you. You Ursus puppet! You piece of trash!

Kal'tsit : Do I look like a caster to you? I am Infected though, you got that right...
Come, Mon3tr.

Crownslayer : ......?
...Huh? What... what's that?
H- how? Your spine?!

Kal'tsit : I guess you can see through the fog, huh?

Crownslayer : How...?
Ack...! Wh- what are you...?!
What is that?!!!

Kal'tsit : I am not a caster. I've never relied on Originium Arts.
Go, Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : (Happy hissing).

Crownslayer : Nnng... Gaaaagh!
What is it?! What is that thing?!
Aaaaaah! Don't touch me! Let me go! Let go of meeee!
Why can't I pierce its shell? Aiee! Don't touch me! Get away!

Kal'tsit : Annihilate...

Crownslayer : Aaaaaahh!!

Kal'tsit : ...the falling object above her.

Mon3tr : (Dissatisfied hissing).

Kal'tsit : You're too excited. The building is going to collapse. Don't let her get crushed.

Crownslayer : ......
Mmmg......
......No......

Mon3tr : (Low humming).

Crownslayer : Just kill me.

Kal'tsit : What?

Crownslayer : ...You can obviously kill me easily! Don't tell me you're the type who plays with your prey!
If I can't kill you, what do I have to live for?
Just remember, even if I'm dead, I've still cursed you forever!

Kal'tsit : ...Are you truly prepared to die?

Crownslayer : ......

Kal'tsit : Do you want to die?

Crownslayer : ......*gasp*......

Kal'tsit : If I am your traitor, will you feel better after killing me?

Crownslayer : ...No more... talking! I'll kill you! I will!

Kal'tsit : Ilia was my student, and my friend.
Your father was one of my finest researchers. His dedication and selflessness could have pushed Ursus at least five years into the future.

Crownslayer : I don't want to hear anymore! Why do you insist on telling me this stuff?!

Kal'tsit : You do want to hear it. Because you've always doubted yourself.
You never let Sergei explain himself. So I'll do it for him.
——I don't betray people. Not even Sergei.
He was indecisive, but not greedy.
The Ursus authorities had his newborn son and daughter. He gave up your father's location to save their lives.
And now, Alex and Misha are dead. He wasn't able to save anyone, in the end.

Crownslayer : If... If I had gone to save Misha, maybe she and Skullshatterer... would still be alive.
N- no! No way! Look how powerful you are! Why didn't you save my father?!

Mon3tr : (Threatening growling).

Kal'tsit : ......
Because I couldn't.
I couldn't have convinced your father to leave the institute.
Lyudmila, I sent you to Siracusa before I left Chernobog. And yet you went back.
Oh, you're so like your father. Sometimes, willpower trumps time itself.
You would always return to Chernobog, just like you would meet me here.

Crownslayer : ......
So this is all meaningless? Everything my father did, everything I did... was for nothing?

Kal'tsit : No. The researchers died to protect our secret.
Ursus to this day has no way to analyze the contents of the sarcophagus. They've given up, and sealed off the installation.
Now, there's just a little energy left to harness, powering the core of Chernobog.
If I betrayed anyone, it's the Empire of Ursus.
Your father's efforts meant something. Even if Ursus has long since covered it all up, you can remember.
I will remember.

Projekt Red : (Yawn).

Kal'tsit : ...But all that you did? What was that for?
Ursus purged the entire institute and slaughtered every scrap of compassion in any of their scientists. The real traitor was the Empire itself.
Look at you. You've killed Sergei, you've killed a man who couldn't protect his own children.
Now you're in Lungmen. If you and your Infected friends really manage to take over the city, what will you do to the uninfected?
Massacre them all? Enslave them? Exile them to the wilderness and let them die of exposure?

Crownslayer : ......I......

Kal'tsit : Or cut them all with Originium, turn them into Infected, spread your pain to them?
...Or will you peacefully coexist with them?
Could you do that, Lyudmila? Could Reunion, as it is now, do that? Is that how you want to build your Infected nation? Or is that how you want to fight Ursus?
If the latter, why come to Lungmen? If you seek to terrify your enemies, what can you do to be more terrifying than Ursus?

Projekt Red : (Kal'tsit, she is confused. She is scared. She wants to run.)

Kal'tsit : ......
Mon3tr, return.

Projekt Red : Is that okay?

Kal'tsit : She can hear me.
"Crownslayer," your hate as well as that of your movement has been used and abused, toyed with.
Think of your father. Remember what Ilia taught you.
Think, on whom do you want revenge?
The one leading you down this path of terror and assassination... Your leader is not a sane person. Your leader has no heart.
A leader true to her ideals would not let someone else die for them, much less let someone commit murder on their behalf.
Run. Leave this place. Take a different path.
Take a path that can truly change this world... If that's what you want.

<Background fades out and in>

[As the mist subsides, Crownslayer is nowhere to be seen. ]

Projekt Red : Her scent is gone.
Did you always want to see her? Why not kill her?

Kal'tsit : Should we kill a homeless hyena, even if the home isn't real?

Projekt Red : A hard question. I don't know.

Kal'tsit : Projekt Red, do you think killing me would make her happy?

Projekt Red : No. She is in pain.

Kal'tsit : We are not the law. We cannot judge people. We have the power to kill others, but no power to claim it is right to do so.
If she took pleasure in the act of murder, I would have killed her on the spot. Without question.

Projekt Red : I know. She is not happy. Her breathing is erratic.

Kal'tsit : She has now become a virus. A unique strain spreading "unease" among the Infected fanatics of Chernobog.
...How many years does a person live? And how many paths can they take? We spend more time blind than we do seeing the truth.
But then, seeing the truth and making a choice are two different things.
When she awakens from this dream of collective revenge, she will leave Reunion. But even so, Sergei's blood, and that of the people of Chernobog, will always be on her hands.
Projekt Red... When you make a choice, there is no going back.

Projekt Red : I understand. I will do my best. I will only kill wolves.

Kal'tsit : Good girl.
Do you remember that scent?

Projekt Red : I remember.

Kal'tsit : What is it like?

Projekt Red : ...Not bad.
It's a bloody smell, but not like you were just saying, with the heart and stuff.

Kal'tsit : How silly. Talulah is a Draco, how could she be a wolf?

Projekt Red : Hmm.
Time to go?

Kal'tsit : Yes, let's go.
...The temperature's dropping. We're running out of time. Let's step up our efficiency.

Note

Hanzi: 靚女, Jyupting: leng³ neoi⁵⁻²; Cantonese for "pretty woman"

Operation story: 6-12

Before operation

Summary

While Rhodes Island and the L.G.D. systematically eliminate the remnants of Reunion, the Yeti Squad members give up their lives to protect FrostNova from the powerful black raincoats.

<Background 1>

Yeti Squad Member A : All of the Reunion teams I could reach have pulled out.

Yeti Squad Member B : That's a lot of people.

Yeti Squad Member A : It's incredible... like a river.

Nesti : It'll be a river out there in the wilderness... a river of refugees.
There's Ursus and Lugmenites[sic] out there. Infected and ordinary folk alike. No matter what they came with, they're leaving empty-handed.
They thought there was a place that would take them. Now they know there's never anywhere they could've gone.
This river won't flow forever.

Yeti Squad Member B : ......
(He sounds so sad.)

Yeti Squad Member A : (He picked that up from Big Daddy.)

Yeti Squad Member B : (No wonder. Anyone would get sentimental at a time like this.)

Yeti Squad Member A : If Big Daddy was here, we would've won the fight and it wouldn't have come to this, huh?

Yeti Squad Member B : It's the luck of the draw. No use thinking about how things could've been.
......Get ready. I'll go talk it over with the Phantom Crossbowmen.

Yeti Squad Member A : Don't rush me. It's not like I don't know.

Yeti Squad Member B : Hurry up already. Quit screwing around.

Yeti Squad Member A : I'm pretty choked up too!

<Background 2>

Blaze : Are you sure?

Rhodes Island Operator : It's Yeti Squad.

Blaze : What about Amiya and her people?

Rhodes Island Operator : They're already on their way. Amiya said to tell you to "take it easy".

Blaze : ......
She knows better than to tell me that. It's me, Blaze. When do I ever take it easy?

Rhodes Island Operator : Blaze! Where are you going?!

Blaze : To save lives!

<Background 3>

Yeti Squad Member B : Crossbowmen! Wait up!

Phantom Crossbowman : Yetis... what are you doing?

Yeti Squad Member B : It's Sister FrostNova... She's growing weak. She can't keep this up for long.
She exhausted her energy pushing back Lungmen's forces. She may not wake up for a while.

Phantom Crossbowman : You mean you want us to take her with us?
But we aren't going back to Chernobog. Faust didn't want Mephisto to go back...

Yeti Squad Member B : We're begging you!
We want Sister to be together with Patriot, in the end!
We know, they're not exactly getting along right now, but... their bond is stronger than blood.
So please... we beg of you.

Phantom Crossbowman : ......
And what will you do?

Yeti Squad Member B : We'll cover you. If we don't hold them back, the Lungmenites will catch you in no time.
Once you're all far enough away from Lungmen that you're no longer a threat to them, they'll give up the chase.

Phantom Crossbowman : But that means, you guys will...

Yeti Squad Member B : Live by the sword, die by the sword. We're okay with dying in battle.
The future that Sister FrostNova spoke of is still a ways away. But we don't need to see it for ourselves.

Phantom Crossbowman : We owe you our lives.

Yeti Squad Member B : That's nothing. You're saving our Sister.

Phantom Crossbowman : ...We will do what you ask of us. I swear it.

Yeti Squad Member B : Take these armguards. And put on this protective suit.

Phantom Crossbowman : What for?

Yeti Squad Member B : Our Sister is far too cold for you.

Phantom Crossbowman : ...She...
...She's so light...

Yeti Squad Member B : The Arts have emptied her body. Easy now, easy...
Don't wake her.
Look at her... look how softly she sleeps.
Goodbye, Sister...
We'll be waiting for you.

Phantom Crossbowman : ...All right then.
Let's... move on.

Yeti Squad Member : It's us that's moving on.

Phantom Crossbowman : We'll meet again, Yetis.

Yeti Squad Member : Not too soon, I hope.

<Background 1>

Yeti Squad Member D : ......
Are we going to die?

Yeti Squad Member A : ......
*Ursine profanity*, what are you crying for?
Are you a Yeti or not?!

Yeti Squad Member D : Are you not crying?!

Yeti Squad Member A : What am I crying about...?! Did you forget what Sister said?!

Petrova : She said not to cry.

Yeti Squad Member A : Right! She said not to cry... More than a decade ago, she said not to cry! So I don't want to see any tears! We don't get to cry... because we haven't won yet!

Yeti Squad Member D : Once we win, once we're free...

Yeti Squad Member A : Once we're free, we'll cry our eyes out, in the wilderness, in the snow, in the stacks of wheat piled high, we'll be bawling!

Petrova : Sister was crying as she said it, you know.

Yeti Squad Member A : She was only nine at the time. We were all a little older than her...

Petrova : Without her, we would have died in that mine.
Did you bring the sauce?

Yeti Squad Member A : Bring the what...? Wait, I thought we weren't allowed to bring it?

Petrova : You're not allowed to drink on the march, but you had it with you, I know.

Yeti Squad Member D : I want a drink too...

Yeti Squad Member A : You're not old enough yet, are you?

Yeti Squad Member D : B- but I've never tried before. I don't want to die without ever tasting it...

Petrova : Give him a little.

Yeti Squad Member A : Petrova...
Fine, take a swig. But not too much, we all need a share.
Na zdorovye,[note 1] brothers! Warm up!

Petrova : To Sister! And Big Daddy!

Yeti Squad All Together : To FrostNova! And Patriot!

<Background fades out and in>

Ch'en : Do you know these Infected?

Amiya : I do, Officer Ch'en.

Ch'en : But this final battle must be fought.

Amiya : Do we have a choice?

Ch'en : We may not.
Look behind you. They're not even trying to hide themselves anymore.

Amiya : ...The black raincoats.

[Several of the so-called black raincoats are watching Amiya and the Doctor. ]

Ch'en : So, we have to fight them.
This is what we must do. If we don't, we'll fall short. And the business of pushing the special forces into the Yetis becomes pretty unconvincing.
Unless you could convince them to surrender?

Amiya : As long as there's Infected behind them... they won't give up.

Ch'en : ...Amiya.
I won't force you to fight.

Amiya : I'm sorry, Officer Ch'en. But... but we will witness it.
The L. G. D. fought bravely, no one can deny that. You fought for Lungmen, against the invaders.
This is how we will help you against those special forces.
And for our sake... We must record every battle for the Infected.
Every single one.

Ch'en : Amiya.

Amiya : Officer Ch'en?

Ch'en : When this battle is over, let's grab a bite together.

Amiya : B- but I'm Infected...

Ch'en : I don't care. The loudmouth and the tall lady? They won't mind either.
This battle... it's going to cost a lot.

Amiya : For us, it's a battle.
For Lungmen, it's a war.
And that's what war is.

Ch'en : But whoever it was who planned all this, they're not here.

Amiya : ......

Ch'en : Say, there's something I have to tell you——
——But not right now.

Amiya : Yeah. Not right now, Officer Ch'en.

[Ch'en cuts off. ]

Amiya : ......
Doctor......

Doctor : Don't want to watch?

Amiya : ...Mhm.
I...

Doctor : But just like in the ruins of Chernobog...

Amiya : ......
You're right. I decided.
I need to see it... with my own eyes.

Doctor : Together.

Amiya : Together.

<Background fades out and in>

Yeti Squad Member D : So we don't call her Big Sister because she's older than us...? Why am I just learning this now?

Yeti Squad Member A : Well, it works for you. You were three years old back then.

Yeti Squad Member D : Pfft!

Yeti Squad Member A : Hey, what's with the attitude? Did you get drunk off two sips? When you cried out for food, did I feed you or not?

Yeti Squad Member D : That was then, this is... now!

Petrova : You know, it's funny. I'm suddenly thinking about those Rhodes Islanders.

Yeti Squad Member A : Why?

Petrova : That one cat, with the hot body, the one who said she wanted to drink with us.
It's too bad. She looked like she'd be able to hold her liquor. She looked like a real good time.

Yeti Squad Member A : But the little rabbit, she can't be old enough yet?
What is she? 16? 17?

Petrova : More like 14. She just seems older because she talks fancy.

Yeti Squad Member A : As old as Sister was... back then.
Let's toast them one more time.
So it is said, so shall it be done!

Nesti : So shall it be done!

Yeti Squad Member D : Um, uh... so shall it be done!

<Background 2>

Nine : ......
Lungmenites should be more coordinated.

Reunion Member : Get out of here. The Yetis can only hold them for a while.

Nine : You don't think what they're doing is incredible?

Reunion Member : If we die, then they did it all for nothing.
The Phantom Crossbowmen say we can't go back to Chernobog. So we're going to a new place.

Nine : ......

Reunion Member : You don't care where our new base is?

Nine : Wherever it is, I'm going with you.

Reunion Member : Heh. You Lungmenites are no different from us.
I was hoping they'd treat you better here. Turns out it's the same as it was in Ursus.

Nine : Infected suffer the same everywhere.

Reunion Member : That's not what you said when you first got here.

Nine : People change.

<Background 2>

Blaze : Yetis? Are those the Yetis?
It's the Yetis! R- right...? Definitely!
Yetiiiis... Yetiiii! Why are you Yetis like this?!
Damn it! Don't die! I won't let you die!
Just hold on, I can save you! I'll get you to safety...!
Why do you Infected want to die here?!

<Background 1>

L. G. D. Officer : The special forces stopped attacking? No, looks like they're pulling back...?

L. G. D. Officer : Seems... they're giving us the initiative.

L. G. D. Officer : Are we showing the power of Lungmen's law enforcement? *Lungmen profanity* They underestimated us!

L. G. D. Officer : ...Never mind.
Listen up, this is the last wave! Don't disappoint the people, or Ch'en Sir.
We'll show Reunion how powerful Lungmen is! The Infected won't dare attack our city again!

<Background 2>

Petrova : Hah...
Phantom Crossbowmen, don't let us down. You have to get our Sister back to the old man.
...She's running out of time. She should spend it with him.

Yeti Squad Member B : We don't have much time left ourselves, eh?

Petrova : Ready?

Yeti Squad Member B : Ready. Let's give back our lives.
Let's show them what the squad trained by Buldrokkas'tee, Ursus's greatest soldier, and led by it's coldest nightmare, can do!

Petrova : The last of Sister's Originium Arts...
Frost Originium, ready to loose!
Nesti! We're coming!

Blaze : Yetiiiiiiiiiis!!!

Notes

"Cheers," in Russian

6-13: No Light Without Fire

Summary

Trapped beneath the ruins, the Doctor talks with FrostNova about her past, her family, and her beliefs.
Then, she makes a small bet with the Doctor.

<Background black>

Doctor : Wake up!

??? : Wake up!!!

??? : ......?

??? : Wake up.... Wake up!

??? : Come, Adam! Bring warm water!

??? : Dad...
Ah...?

??? : She's alive! Great, she's alive! Thank the ancestors!
Adam! Move it!

??? : Dad...? Dad...?
Dad?

??? : ........I........ Yes! I'm Dad!
Yes, yes! I'm Dad, certainly!
Don't sleep. Don't sleep! Hold Daddy's hand and don't let go!

??? : Dad.... I'm so........ Cold...?

??? : Don't sleep, my daughter! Stay with us!
Her body temperature keeps dropping! Mishka, do something!
No way to tilt the flow?

??? : It's cold...! Daddy! I'm cold!

??? : ...Daughter... My daughter! Hold on!

??? : Daddy, don't.... Don't ever leave me again....

<Background 1>

「10:48 A.M.
Ruins of Chernobog "District 14"
Upper superstructure levels 」

FrostNova : ........

Doctor : Wake up! / ........ / Hate to be a bother......

FrostNova : I'm awake.
You didn't kill me while I was unconscious. Is that confidence or something else?

Doctor : This sort of thing has happened before....
I didn't have a choice. / ........ / Can I do that?

FrostNova : In any case, you didn't.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Probably because you've been talking in your sleep.

FrostNova : ........
I'll take that as a sign that you've shown mercy. Now if I don't kill you, I'd call that returning the favor.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ........

FrostNova : Why the consternation on your face?
Is it because...? You heard everything I saw in my dream?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Can I ask you about your life?

FrostNova : It seems I really did reveal something very unpleasant in my stupor.
Memories are something you can't lose even if you want to.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

FrostNova : Have you explored our surroundings?
Couldn't find a way out, could you?
Looks like we won't be able to leave this place for a while.
........
My father, as I call him, is named Buldrokkas'tee and was once an officer in the Ursus military.
But my real father died a long time ago.
As a child I vaguely remember a man taking a crossbow bolt to protect a woman; and the woman took me in her arms and stopped the second volley of bolts with her spine.

Doctor : You witnessed it with your own eyes....

FrostNova : I couldn't even comprehend what was happening at the time, and this memory just happened to never fade.
As for what really happened, it was my grandmother who told me all about it later.
When I pressed my grandmother for the meaning of that vision, and she had no more excuses, she told me.
"They were your real parents.... and they died protecting you."
The funny thing is, I don't know them at all. I don't have any memories of them in my mind other than that vision.
My own parents were just forgotten. It's hard for me to even say I have any feelings for them.
........

Doctor : So your grandmother raised you.

FrostNova : Half and half. The other half was the blood of the Ursus Infected.

Doctor : ...What?

FrostNova : Ugh....

FrostNova : I was born in a mine in the northwest tundra.
The mine was small and remote, not part of any city, and there are with no settlements around. There was nothing to see but snow all year round.
This mine was hell, built only to spread death and slavery. There are countless such mines in the snowy plains.
My birth parents were miners in that hellish pit.
My grandmother stayed with me through my early years of learning to speak, but she never told me what crimes my parents committed to be sentenced to mine labor.
Later, when I was a little older, I asked around in the mines and learned that both of my parents had opposed the Emperor's wartime plans.
Their arrest was also an accident. The bottom two lines of the arrest warrant were blank, so the sergeant in charge of the search haphazardly copied the name on the door plate.
Without trial, my parents lost their names and moved from their warm little town to the cold Northlands to serve a centuries-long sentence.
Of course, no one would even live to see that, let alone ever leave alive.
My grandmother was sentenced to the mines together as a "harborer" of criminals, and moved with them.
In fact, all the miners there had very similar experiences.
Naturally, both of my parents contracted Oripathy down there. All the miners did.
Now, even if you escaped this mine, no one would believe a word you said. You're just an Infected person, the most horrible, vicious and extreme of the Oripathy patients.
However, the overseer of the mine, a certain Ursus military garrison, believed that the natural death rate of the Infected was still too slow.
They drew straws to decide the fates of the Oripathy sufferers, killing them for fun and sport.
Maybe it was the miners that drove them crazy, rather than the snow. And maybe the Infected didn't count as human in their eyes.
When I was five, my parents drew the black lot.
When I was ten, my grandmother drew the black lot.
When I was eleven, I drew the black lot myself, but it didn't matter, they didn't care about the lottery anymore. They just want to abandon the whole mine.
By that time, all the adult Infected in the mines had died out, and the Emperor's new policies had left the mines starved of people.
Under orders, the Ursus overseers prepared to go ahead and execute the last of the Infected.... A few sick children.
Afterwards they would collapse the mines to serve as mass graves for the infected, to cover up their sins.
I learned later, in my travels, that they do this all the time.
I was sad. I was in pain.
I had broken a lot of ore. I lived with other kids in the mines, we loved each other, and we were all going to die for nothing.
Strong feelings hatched in my chest, the deaths of both my parents and my grandmother played vividly in my mind.
When the execution started, my Arts erupted from within me, killing the four soldiers carrying out the execution..
Of course, I didn't have the power to turn things around.
The children were mere cattle to the overseers, who, as soldiers, carried sharp blades and wore solid armor, and we were like bugs who just managed to sting them.
The cries of my siblings reached my ears just as they knocked me to the ground and the final wave of slaughter was about to begin...
A guerrilla band arrived.

FrostNova : That was Buldrokkas'tee's team.
All the Ursus soldiers guarding the Infected on the northern tundra have dreams, and this squad is their worst nightmare.

Doctor : You seem.... Proud of them.

FrostNova : If I could be, I would be.
They killed every last executioner right before us, and the Infected children in the mine escaped.
It's just...
The blood of my less fortunate companions and that of the dead soldiers flowed together and crystallized into ice on the inhumanly white ground.
And I realized something, in that moment...
These Ursus soldiers were just following orders, at first. They shed the same blood as us.
Words and stories and fabricated animosity planted the root of cruelty and indifference in their bodies.
It was Ursus that turned them into this.

<Background 1>

FrostNova : Hiss, hmm....
Please.... Do me a favor.
In the left pocket of my jacket, there's are some candies. Take one.
...You can also take one for yourself if you want to try it.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Take a candy.

FrostNova : Afraid it's poisoned?
Maybe you don't like candy, but you can try it. You can't get this kind of candy in Lungmen.
It's an Ursus specialty. Eat one, and there's one less in the world.
Consider it payback for helping me with the candy. Try it.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Take two candies.

FrostNova : Oh? Looks like you've got a taste for snacks after all.
Just a warning, the sugar may be completely different from anything you've ever had before.
But life is short. You should try something new, right?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : Then what?

FrostNova : Please put the candy in my mouth. Careful, not to touch my skin.

Doctor : It's not right, is it? / ........ / Like this?

FrostNova : From my fingertips to my neck, I'm paralyzed. I can only move from the neck up.
But I can still freeze you instantly with even the slightest movement of my tongue.
So don't worry. If you offend me, you'll be dead soon enough.

Doctor : (Give FrostNova the candy)

FrostNova : Thank you.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : (Eat the candy)
It tastes very spicy.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : (Eat the candy)
It tastes extremely spicy.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : (Eat the candy)
It tastes horrifically spicy.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

FrostNova : ........

Doctor : ........

FrostNova : The look on your face....
Hehehe....
Sorry, couldn't resist teasing you a bit.
I've made that joke so many times that no one falls for it anymore.
And now at last..... I saw a chance. Sorry, I just.... couldn't help myself.

Doctor : Why do you eat this stuff?

FrostNova : ........
Because I'm cold.
I told you to be careful, because even if you touch just the tiniest bit of my skin, you'll get severe frostbite.
If you had touched me before, I would have been able to tell by your reaction. You didn't. You didn't try to kill me.

Doctor : This phenomenon is beyond the accounts of extant academic sources.

FrostNova : My cold goes even beyond winter itself.
The heat from the outside world cannot penetrate the bitter cold that surrounds my body. I love hot drinks because I can feel the warmth of the drink as the hot stream slides down my esophagus and into my stomach....
Sadly, my insides get burned by hot drinks.
The only pleasure I have left is this mix of alcohol and stimulating spices, with a little candy, if you can call it that.
This warm feeling, even if it's only a brief illusion, brings me a bit of comfort.
Sorry for teasing you earlier.

Doctor : So, you just said it was cold because....

FrostNova : Oripathy created this horrible body of mine.
At that moment, however, Buldrokkas'tee held my ice cold body that had never known warmth close to his chest.
He didn't care at all that I'd frozen his unarmored arms to the point of partial necrosis.
I'm not sure if it was the emotions he was feeling at the time that infected me or not.... But I stayed awake and survived in the end.

Doctor : So Buldrokkas'tee became your father....

FrostNova : He's my whole family. As a young child, he was all I had.
Like I said, I don't remember much about my birth father.... Subconsciously, I did indeed thought of the huge beast as my real family. Hard to say.
It's just that, despite his appearance, he's sentimental and stubborn in places, and isn't it funny that such a man used to be a killing machine for Ursus?
It's not funny, is it? I can't laugh either.
He was once a war hero of Ursus, who retired to a certain city-state in his old age.

Doctor : As a soldier of Ursus, but fighting for the Infected?

FrostNova : If you don't take Ursus at their word, you'll see that he's in good company. Although, there is only one that the Infected call "Patriot".
His wife died young and he is survived by his son.
By the way, he's a Sarkaz. From the most vicious Sarkaz clan at that. Still, his son became a scholar, a Wendigo scholar.... Perhaps the first in the history of Ursus.
Buldrokkas'tee contracted Oripathy during his last battle.
His men helped him hide his illness, and he had even hidden everything from his own son. He didn't want to drag his son down with him, only to die in some dark corner of the world with the disease.
However, during the "Great Rebellion", his son was campaigning for the rights of the Infected. Long out of touch with his father, the son still sees him as an Ursus puppet.
And he was. They commanded him to keep order in his own ranks at all costs. He allowed the soldiers to use their weapons, conflict erupted, and corpses piled in the snow drifts.
That's who he was.
Then he saw his son on the street, his body by then completely cold.
I wonder if he thought of his son when he hugged me?
His son fought for the Infected in his own way, and Buldrokkas'tee believed he had killed his own son.
His team left with him. Since then, the Northwest Tundra has had a guerrilla force that strikes fear into the hearts of Ursus who dare to abuse the Infected.
........
The old beast never said a word of any of this to me.
He probably does think of me as his daughter. But I also want him to tell me this stuff, in his own words, to me.
I learned it all from his men. But Buldrokkas'tee himself won't speak to anyone.
That monster of a stubborn old man with a fragile and porous heart.
His team had passed through four mines before saving us children.
The kids in those four camps weren't as lucky as us. They found their bodies buried in the collapsed mines, and the company of soldiers that carried out the executions were nowhere to be found.
What did he find in me? Affection? Redemption? Or a little psychological comfort? I'm not sure.
........*Cough*.

Doctor : Is coughing and internal bleeding also a symptom of your.... infection?

FrostNova : Probably, maybe. Probably just the result of me overusing my Arts.
It got pretty intense today. This sort of thing has only happened once before.
Unconsciousness, general paralysis, and the inability to move around even when conscious, have all happened. I know my own body.

Doctor : You can't use your Arts again.

FrostNova : Oh are you going to fight for me now?
Rhodes Islander.... What do I call you?

Doctor : You can call me what the Rhodes Island operators do.

FrostNova : Dr. {nickname}?
Dr. {nickname}.
...I admit that you Rhodes Islanders can fight. But I still don't trust you. Not to mention the fact that you're supposed to be a pharmaceutical company.

Doctor : Rhodes Island does a lot of things.

FrostNova : What happens outside of combat is none of my business.
I watched you fight in Chernobog. You have a strong stance, something I confirmed with my own eyes, but I couldn't judge your character.
...I heard that Alex died at your hands. It makes me doubt your path.
Now, I can't let you leave Chernobog and cause more harm to Reunion's Infected.
But you're willing to listen to so much of my crap....
I'm going to assume you're not exactly as the other Infected describe.

Doctor : They're just scared.

FrostNova : Who wouldn't be afraid of the one who brings death?
Dr. {nickname}, are you scared, right now??

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Yes.

FrostNova : It's normal to feel fear.
It means you still have attachment to the world, and you still have much to do.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm not sure.

FrostNova : Do you really feel fear?
I doubt it.
If you look so peaceful in the face of death, then I think maybe you really have no attachments at all.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : No.

FrostNova : Interesting. You are not scared?
I guess those who do not fear death have little love left for the world.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

FrostNova : A question I think about all the time....
"Am I afraid of death?"
I've heard that the Ursus garrisons call me the Yeti Princess, the Wintry Death....
The truth is, we were just a few ragtag squads wandering the tundra, barely scraping by.
My Arts were powerful, I proved as much to my enemies and teammates alike.
Of course, my body, as you can see, is only that of an Oripathy sufferer.
I felt special, not because of my illness, but because of the feelings my frost instilled in me.
I saw my ability as a blessing, but Buldrokkas'tee, that grumpy old fart, treated it like a curse.
I couldn't feel the cold as we waded through the deep mud in the swamp, icy water soaking my legs.
The old man wouldn't let go into battle, even as his soldiers took heavy casualties.
He lit his oil lamp and sat quietly at the table by himself. I think he was crying, but I couldn't be sure, and I didn't know if I should comfort him.
In my fifth year, I summoned a cold stream for the first time in the face of the enemy.
One soldier was frozen into a block of ice, another accidentally fell on the block and they both shattered into pieces.
I joined the fight, the soldiers looked at me in awe, my brothers and sisters were proud of me, and other infected said––
"That's our big sister. She saved all our lives."
Did my Arts actually save anyone?
The children from the mine carried the Originium crystals I had made, and we became the "Yeti Squad".
Those crystals radiate my cold, and we bring frost and vengeance to the enemies of the Infected.
But that's really... just cold. The cold of winter that won't birth new life.
Even so, I feel very lucky. For my brothers and sisters could survive.
We could live in this world.

Doctor : Have you ever wanted to coexist with ordinary people?

FrostNova : Ordinary people....
What do you mean by ordinary people?
The unarmed but cold-eyed citizens of Chernobog who watch the infected being put to death? Or the Ursus conscripts in the mines who take pleasure in shooting us?
Every time I think of the faces of those overseers, I grit my teeth and fantasize about slitting their throats and drinking their blood....
........
But I don't hate the Ursus.
As our guerrillas trudged through the snow, retreated from the valley, and were even chased by the Ursus army....
It was the Ursus who would put a few cups of breadbrew in their windows.
The Ursus have never been cold-blooded creatures. The only enemy I have is the Empire of Ursus that has tormented the Infected so.
I don't think of ordinary people as the enemy. Ursus who are taught to hate the Infected are just ordinary people until they are blinded by that hate.
It's only because "enemies kill each other" that we've fought as we have. That's all.
I'm an Infected person, yes.... But before that, I was a normal person.

Doctor : What about what Reunion is doing now?

FrostNova : ...My main conflict with Buldrokkas'tee is in his work to protect the Infected community.
"Reunion, first name. That. Infected, can rely on."
"No matter where, Reunion goes. No matter what, it does. We cannot, abandon it. To lose Reunion, is to lose, Infected conviction. Fight for: conviction."
That's what the old man says. That's what the old man believes.

Doctor : Why do you keep pausing like that?

FrostNova : Because that's how he talks now. I was just, *ahem*, preserving his cadence..
Dr. {nickname}, do you know why Rhodes Island is a nameless pharmaceutical company?
Because you can't take a stand on the world stage. As soon as you take that step, you'll become what Reunion is now.
You will go down this road.

Doctor : Maybe. / ........ / Will we really?

FrostNova : Hmm.
After a dozen years of rolling around on the tundra, an Infected woman reached out to us. She said, "Come with me, and let us break all chains."
Imagine it: we met in the ruins of an old city that had become a battlefield. She was alone, carrying nothing but her roster and a book of ledgers.
Even the things she said I found impractical to the point of ridiculousness.
But she said to us, "Come with me."
She fought with us, and with her strength and ideals, she became our friend. Together we left the snowy plains and headed for the cities of Ursus.
Whether was the words she spat out after pausing to think, or the swing of her great sword as she slashed alongside me, her power was real, and plenty impressive.
When the wounded needed treatment, she was there. When discussing strategy and philosophy with the Infected, she was there. And when fighting against the Ursus death squads, she was also there.
...We even get to dine with some regular people. She didn't care. There was nothing in her eyes but the purest authenticity.
Our team grew and so did our friendships. The people brought in were good at fighting, and they were good people.
At the time, I considered her my friend. She quietly helped me make these candies, even though she was terrible at it and they tasted worse.
She made a funny face as she ate them. Then she'd force a smile at me.
It was really something. She worked so hard to put on a brave face. It made me laugh.
Everything's different now.
Chernobog was destroyed by a Catastrophe, as you can well see. All the normal people here died or became newly Infected.
Their eyes were dead. No desire to live anymore whatsoever.
If this is what she wanted, then we never should have followed her.
And in case you didn't know, here's a secret....
She's planning to take over Lungmen. She says it won't be like Chernobog, and that the Infected will get their own city instead of a giant ruin like this place.
Would you trust someone like that?
If she's acting, then she's the greatest actress the world has ever seen.
But there's a thought stuck in my head.
"What are my chances of winning if I went up against her?"
Once we part ways, once I find out she's been lying to the Infected, or that she's been plotting against them...
I will fight her. She must know the price of betrayal.
My countless deadly battles with Ursus have cleansed my mind and honed my skills.
I say with the utmost conviction: even if I cannot defeat her, I can let death take her from the world along with me.
The stubborn old man wouldn't agree with me. He's fought too long, and his old age is driving him down a path that leads only to sacrifice.

Doctor : You don't agree with your father's ways.

FrostNova : He is strong against his enemies and he is loyal to his friends. But when he needs to stand up for them, he will face the reality that his friends make him weak.
The old man who has believed in people all his life.... The old curmudgeon never thinks about what to do after being betrayed.
Maybe he's already taken that bitter pill. He bore the pain of betrayal over and over again his whole life, and he said nothing.
Whether it's an Infected who heard about Reunion and decided to join up, or an Infected who feels they can get away with anything.
Reunion is factionalizing and our leaders are doing nothing to stop it.
I will definitely go back to Chernobog after the Lungmen business is over. This time, I must face her.
Because... I am not long for this world.
...I promised my brothers I'd find a home for everyone. Before I fall, I have to make good on my promise...

Doctor : Why are you telling me all this?

FrostNova : Because the look in your eyes tells me that you're not just another executioner.

Doctor : Maybe. So what? / ........ / I'm not sure if I am.

FrostNova : It's best to doubt yourself. It's the only way you won't go through life fanatically convinced of something.
...Do you hear voices outside?
It sounds like they're digging above us.
And my body is....
Well.... I can move my fingers already.
Thank you.

Doctor : For what? / ....... / Did I do something?

FrostNova : Thanks for helping me pass the time.
Dr. {nickname}, I'd like to make a bet with you.
........
If your people dig us out first...
I will kill all of you in the blink of an eye.
If my brothers and sisters break through first, your life ends here.
Wanna bet?

Operation story: 6-14

After operation

Summary

The Yeti Squad has been buried within Lungmen, and the city is safe once again.
But the conversation that Kal'tsit had with the Doctor, and the words that FrostNova uttered upon waking up, suggest that the matter is not over yet.

<Background 1>

Reunion Member : The... the Yetis...
...I feel so bad for them to all die in Lungmen like that. One less hope, one less legend for the Infected.
Move it. The L. G. D. are on the way.

Nine : I know.

Reunion Member : ...There's something not quite right about your eyes.
To be honest, I always thought you were a spy for Lungmen.

Nine : How about now?

Reunion Member : No one would believe it anyway.

Nine : A real spy would kill you to keep you quiet.

Reunion Member : I'm not worried about you killing me. Look at the state of Lungmen. Even if you were a Lungmenite, you can't go back.
You'd have an even worse time than we did.

Nine : ...So I'm not. I'm not really anything anymore.

Reunion Member : What are you doing? Wow, is that a flower?
Oooh, is this your Arts? It's pretty.

Nine : Someone has to leave them a token of respect.

<Background 2>

Censor : Such dilly-dallying... such a waste of time.

??? : I think it was well done. I can give top marks for wiping out the entire Reunion Movement in the city of Lungmen in a single day.

??? : Wei Yenwu is impressive.

??? : Taihe, have you heard that rumor?

Censor : You speak of Wei Yenwu's history?

Taihe : Delve not into such things.

??? : Forgive me. But how do the skills of the Black Cloaks compare to those of the Imperial Guard?

Censor : Hmph. You overestimate them. But they do indeed have some exceptional skill...

Taihe : Look out!

??? : You bastards!!!

Censor : ——Infected?

[The unknown Yan emissary was attacked by someone who is revealed to be Blaze, but he managed to block it with some sort of wires. ]

??? : Hiss!

Blaze : ——Wire?!

??? : You don't really want to kill me, do you? You can use Arts.

Blaze : I've always heard that men who use wires as weapons are all, literally all, psychopaths.

??? : Indeed, they do say that...

Censor : Infected, do not interfere with official business. Take care that I lump you in with the others.

Blaze : Not much to be done about unidentified armed units getting killed on the battlefield, is there?

??? : We can likewise testify that you are acting in coordination with Reunion.

[Ch'en appears. ]

Ch'en : You don't have the authority to investigate my partner.

??? : We are well aware that a vessel belonging to an "Infected Countermeasures Specialist" is docked in a Lungmen berth, Superintendent Ch'en. This is the only reason Miss Blaze has not yet come to harm.

Ch'en : Then how much more do you need to see? How much more must you test the people of this city with their very lives?

Censor : Speak with respect. We are assessing Lungmen's risk control capabilities due to the importance with which we regard you.

Ch'en : Then forgive me. I'll rephrase.
Are you enjoying this farce?

Censor : Pfft.

Ch'en : Stand down, Blaze. We do not serve these fine, upstanding individuals, and they're not with the raincoats either.

??? : Apologies, Miss Blaze. I hope I did not cause you any displeasure.

Blaze : ...You're very polite. But your tone pisses me off.

??? : You have an ear for Yan speech.
You inherited much from your father. Alas, now you are but an Infected. Your path is rough. And short.

Blaze : ......You......?

Taihe : Come.

??? : Goodbye then, Miss Blaze, Superintendent Ch'en.

[The Yan emissaries leave. ]

Blaze : Wait! What did you just say about my dad?!
Stop!

Amiya : Blaze!

Blaze : ......

Amiya : Remember the mission!

Blaze : Right.

Amiya : Officer Ch'en.

Ch'en : We found no trace of the enemy commander.

Amiya : Which?

Ch'en : We only know of Mephisto.

Amiya : Let Rhodes Island handle the rest.

Ch'en : No need to rush into it. This campaign is all but over.

Amiya : But he has to pay... for the atrocities he committed.

Ch'en : Then we'll leave it to you.
Let's part ways for now. I have one more thing I need to see with my own eyes.

Blaze : Wait a minute, L. G. D. lady.

Ch'en : What is it?

Blaze : ...Thanks for that, back there.
That's all.

Ch'en : Sure. You too.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Why did you have to pick that moment to act? Blaze... You're not the type to make mistakes at a time like this.

Blaze : For one thing, I was really mad...
For another, I could tell that L. G. D. lady, Ch'en, was getting mad too.

Amiya : We also can't tell which of the two sides has the right to speak.

Blaze : So I pick the one I like.
Sorry. It won't happen again.

Amiya : ...No, Blaze. It's my turn to say it won't happen again.
But I can't say that. I can't promise that.
The Yetis...

Blaze : ......
Silly rabbit.

Amiya : Hey, don't pat my head. I need to get taller...
...At least, don't pat it too long.

Blaze : I know, I know.

<Background fades out and in>

??? : How do you feel?

Doctor : You. / ...... / Can I help you?

Kal'tsit : I was in the neighborhood.
Your emotional state is fluctuating. It seems you had with this Reunion unit in the Chernobog ruins.
As far as I can tell, the captain of this unit did not participate in the battle.

Doctor : That means...

Kal'tsit : Lungmen won't keep chasing these Infected. But Rhodes Island has to do more.
Lungmen won't interfere with what happens next. And you can choose not to participate.
...But you will participate. Whether the Infected is codenamed "Mephisto" or "FrostNova."

Doctor : Where are you going?

Kal'tsit : I have my work cut out for me.
Oh, and Dr. {nickname}......
Don't look at me like that.

Doctor : Stop with the cloak and dagger. / ...... / Amiya said Rhodes Island needs trust.

Kal'tsit : But you and I don't need trust.
You need the trust of Rhodes Island's operators, not me.
——I know you too well to trust you. Just like you never trusted me, in the old days.

Doctor : How would I know the old days? / The old days? / Is there anything I can do about it now?

Kal'tsit : ......
Right.
......
I misspoke. Forget it.
Be careful in the next operation. Only the most dangerous of commanders would train such a squad of Infected who would fight to the death without flinching.
Of course, it's up to you if you want to see it through to the end.
And do conserve your energy. We may not have time to rest.

Doctor : The battle for Lungmen is over.

Kal'tsit : It's not that simple. At least, that's what I think.
Dr. {nickname}, from now on, it's up to you to decide if you will shoulder the burden of responsibility for Rhodes Island...
..."Whether or not to be one worthy of the trust of a Rhodes Island operator."

<Background 3>

Phantom Crossbowman : Ah, FrostNova, ma'am, you're awake...
...Take it easy! Let me help you.

FrostNova : I'm fine. I'm not... so fragile.

Phantom Crossbowman : ——
Where are you going? You can't go back.

FrostNova : ......
Then, my brothers and sisters...

Phantom Crossbowman : ...You can't go back!
It was for your sake that they...

FrostNova : Don't insult my squad!

Phantom Crossbowman : Ugh!

FrostNova : They did... *cough* look out for me.
But it was for the Infected that they gave their lives so bravely!
They fought their last battle so that more of their people could live, not for the sake of any one person!
*Cough* *cough hack* *cough*...
*Cough* Guh... Mmg...

Phantom Crossbowman : FrostNova, ma'am...

FrostNova : Enough with the ma'am. Are you calling me that because I look weak to you?

Phantom Crossbowman : ......!
Sorry!
It's just, they put you in our care like this.

FrostNova : And now they're gone, and I never got to keep my promises to them.
I don't even have a chance to make amends.

Phantom Crossbowman : FrostNova...

FrostNova : ...The one slumped at the wall there.
Mephisto.
He's still unconscious?

Phantom Crossbowman : We don't know. He's been like that the whole time. He says nothing. Does nothing.

FrostNova : ......
Take him back. It's enough.

Phantom Crossbowman : Understood. Phew, I thought you'd...

FrostNova : I'd what?

Phantom Crossbowman : I thought you'd kill him.

FrostNova : There's no need for that anymore. I think I know what happened outside the slums.
That disheartened look in his eyes...

Phantom Crossbowman : Oh...?

FrostNova : ...And, from time to time...
I recall that day, three or four years ago, when he tried his very hardest to sing.

Phantom Crossbowman : He can sing? But Faust said, his throat...

FrostNova : He really tried.
Just like all of us Infected. Though we will all someday succumb to Oripathy...
We still try our very hardest to live.
Let the rest of his life continue to punish him.
Tell me, Phantom Crossbowman, was Rhodes Island involved in that fight?

Phantom Crossbowman : Do you mean...?
...No, as far as I know, they didn't fight the Yetis.

FrostNova : ...So childish.

Phantom Crossbowman : Are you sure you want to stay?
They may not come after us, FrostNova. You don't have to die here.

FrostNova : I met a few people in the ruins. I want to see them again.
I promised them, actually.
And I know they're coming.

Phantom Crossbowman : FrostNova...

<Background black>

FrostNova : Go on, brother.
Reunion lost this battle. And just maybe, Reunion did wrong.
But you haven't. You still have a choice, you can do better.
Go on. And don't look back.

Operation story: 6-15

Before operation

Summary

Returning to the time after Doctor and FrostNova fell...
The Yeti Squad did not hesitate to cooperate with Rhodes Island in order to save FrostNova.

<Background 1>

「12:21 P.M.
Ruins of Chernobog "District 14"
Sector Surface 」

Reunion Caster : What the hell?
Yeti Squad, why have you stopped firing? What are you waiting for?

Yeti Squad Member A : ...Dig out those ruins, huh?

Reunion Caster : Didn't you plant the Originium? Why not collapse the whole plate and wipe out Rhodes Island all at once?

Yeti Squad Member A : Are you kidding? FrostNova is still down there!

Reunion Caster : Then we'll deal with Rhodes Island. You guys keep digging. We'll be right there.

Yeti Squad Member A : Not on this block! The superstructure in this sector is completely shredded. An untrained team fighting here could induce a total collapse!

Reunion Caster : Wiping out Rhodes Island is a top priority. You take care of it.

Yeti Squad Member A : I'm not gonna argue with you. We'll fight what we gotta fight. Who decided on this priority anyway?

Reunion Caster : It's obviously our most important strategic goal.

Yeti Squad Member A : Were you thinking about strategic goals when you vented your anger on the Ursus?
We'll do what we can. Give us some space.

Reunion Caster : Did you... communicate with Rhodes Island?
You're betraying the Movement!

Yeti Squad Member A : ......

Blaze : (What's going on over there?)

Yeti Squad Member A : (I think we have to fight.)
If you think communication is tantamount to betrayal then that's your prerogative.
With that kind of tactical thinking, it's no wonder you're getting led around by the nose.

Reunion Caster : ...Yetis! What are you up to?!
We outnumber you a hundred times over, don't be stupid!

Yeti Squad Member A : ...Come on, we fought the Ursus Standing Army like a million times, who's getting excited over a big angry mob?

Reunion Caster : Just you wait!

Yeti Squad Member A : (Static)
Hey, Rhodes Island. We might have to teach those unruly bastards a lesson.
You should probably stay out of it. We don't want to be accused of collaborating with the enemy.

Blaze : Huh? Collaborating? What are you talking about?
Amiya, what happened in the ruins, and what's the official party line on it?

Amiya : ......Nothing happened. We were fighting Yeti Squad and no other Reunion units joined the battle.

Blaze : Acting? I'm a phenomenal actress.
What do you say we put on a show and then take care of these guys in the ensuing chaos?

Yeti Squad Member A : Sounds good to me. What does your captain think?

Amiya : ......
Excuse me, sir. How should I call you?

Yeti Squad Member A : ...Um, well, you're a really cute girl, but I'm not sure I'm ready for anything like that...

Yeti Squad Member B : Ready for what? What are you thinking?!

Yeti Squad Member A : Oh, sorry. I'm just playing around. You can call me Yeti #1, I guess.

Amiya : All right, Mr. Yeti #1... We've got lives to save, don't we?
So let's subdue the Reunion units that could interfere with our rescue mission.

Mr. Yeti #1 : Yeah. I'm plenty motivated now.

Blaze : ...And where exactly did you get that motivation?

After operation

Summary

FrostNova, who was rescued first, did not kill the Doctor, hoping that the two sides would never cross paths again.
However, reality can be cruel and unforgiving.

<Background 1>

Amiya : ......
(Blaze. I need you to lead the team to seize the advantage.)

Blaze : (You want to organize a raid?)

Amiya : (I'm very worried about our current situation.)
(Both we and the Yetis have used our respective skills to locate the Doctor and FrostNova. Thanks to your Arts, they are now safe.)
(And... The two are very close. If you can save one, you can save the other.)
(There are two things we can't be sure of right now.)

Amiya : (First, who will reach them first...?)

Blaze : (Second, FrostNova's attitude.)

Amiya : (Exactly.)
(If we get the initiative, we'll have to subdue FrostNova immediately. But we also have to trade her for Yeti Squad's cooperation.)
(That way, we avoid fighting, and also deepen the opportunity for communication.)
(But if they get there first...)

Jessica : Um, Amiya, the heartbeat detector found something. We have a position, but we don't know the depth...

Amiya : Right!

[Amiya runs off. ]

Blaze : Hey... Wait!
Where's the fire? Aww.

Meteorite : As soon as the Doctor comes up, she gets all panicky and forgets herself.
I'm not sure if this is a bug in Amiya or a feature...

Blaze : You know, the stuff she just said, that's not like her at all. She came up with it too fast.

Meteorite : At least she didn't come around to a sneak attack. This one's on us.

Blaze : Not quite. If we ambushed them, the Yetis would just fight to the death.
I'm here to rescue you all, not cause more casualties. She didn't give up on her winning outcome.

Meteorite : ...I guess I should apologize. It's the mercenary in me.

Blaze : You didn't do it, did you?
Keeping a level head after her victories and keeping to her tactical goals are what makes me trust Amiya as field commander.
I'm gonna go check on the Yetis.

Meteorite : Huh?

<Background fades out and in>

Yeti #1 : This structure... It's so complicated. It makes my head hurt.

Yeti Squad Member B : Describe it to me and I'll draw it up.

Yeti #1 : Huh? I didn't even finish my eighth grade textbook in middle school. Give me a break.

Yeti Squad Member B : What did you do instead of class again?

Yeti #1 : I went to train.
Why not let Nesti try? He's got some Arts, doesn't he?

Yeti Squad Member B : He's all about reciting poetry and writing essays. That's not your structural probing business.
Well, why not try to express it through numbers?

Yeti #1 : Good idea. I'm okay at math. Let's try it.

Yeti Squad Member B : Does it feel hot to you?

Yeti #1 : No. I'm wearing this thick heavy thing and even so I still feel Sister's Originium freezing my skin off...
Oh.
Hi, Rhodes Island cat.

Blaze : Sorry, but when I sweat, the air around me heats up, and then I just keep sweating.
Thanks to you guys, I'm feeling a lot cooler than usual.

Yeti Squad Member B : Are you nervous?

Blaze : A little. I never thought I'd be working with the enemy.

Yeti Squad Member B : For now, at least, we aren't enemies. After digging out our Sister, we'll do what she says. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Blaze : ...You guys really aren't anything like the other Reunion folks.

Yeti Squad Member B : You think the rest of Reunion is all the same? Are you and the bunny the same?

Blaze : Hey, yeah. Good point. We've got all kinds on our side.

Yeti Squad Member B : Everyone's got all kinds.

Yeti #1 : At least you're willing to listen to us. The Ursus soldiers all just shoot us on sight.
The arrows start flying and they don't stop until one side is dead.

Blaze : Good thing we're a pharmaceutical company and not a bunch of Ursus soldiers.

Yeti #1 : Do pharmaceutical companies all have equipment like yours?

Blaze : The world is a dangerous place and we have to protect ourselves, right?

Yeti #1 : It would be nice if you spent your time farming instead of battling.
If you can grow a harvest of red wheat, you'll feed half a town's starving Infected.
If they weren't starving, they wouldn't have gone into that little town. Then they wouldn't have been shot.
If only.

Yeti Squad Member B : Enough of that.

Blaze : He's pretty sentimental. You know, I think all Ursus are pretty sentimental.

Yeti Squad Member C : No slacking off!

Yeti #1 : Oops, sorry. Time to get back to work.

Blaze : No big deal. Go back to your work.
But that thing you're carrying, it's got a powerful smell.

Yeti #1 : Oh? This...? I...

Yeti Squad Member C : What's she talking about?

Blaze : Nothing. Don't worry.
Hey, a mite peckish.

Yeti Squad Member C : Oh...?

Yeti #1 : What are you looking at me for?

<Background fades out and in>

「15:22 P.M.
Ruins of Chernobog "District 14"
Sector Surface
3 hours into the excavation operation 」

Meteorite : Amiya, stop!
Your fingers are bleeding! Stop digging with your hands!

Amiya : But... I can feel something down there... Right down here!
I can't feel it if I'm using a tool... I have to use my fingers to pick up on that tiny whisper of a feeling...

Meteorite : Amiya!

Amiya : It's close!

Blaze : (Meteorite...)

Meteorite : (But...)

Blaze : (Leave her be.)

Amiya : If we let them get there first...

<Background fades out and in>

Yeti #1 : It's okay, you can do it!

Yeti Squad Member D : Use Arts! I- I can't. I really can't!

Yeti #1 : We can do this even without our Sister, right? Hurry up and make the temperatures nice and different. The bigger the difference, the better!

Yeti Squad Member D : I'll try... But don't blame me if it doesn't work!

Yeti Squad Member B : Who else can we blame besides you...?

Yeti Squad Member C : Don't tease him. He has to concentrate.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Here! Right here!
...A wall? Did I get it wrong?
Just smash it! Break through...!
But if it collapses, I...
I... got it wrong.

Yeti #1 : It's open!

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : ......!
Blaze! Meteorite!

Meteorite : On it.

Blaze : Get ready.

<Background fades out and in>

Doctor : You win.

FrostNova : Said I won't lose.

Doctor : You didn't give me a winning choice.

Yeti #1 : Sister!
.....This one......
This is the one they call the Doctor.

Doctor : So am I being shot or hanged? / ......! / Hi.

FrostNova : The leader of Rhodes Island.

[Amiya approaches FrostNova. ]

Amiya : That's me. You can call me Amiya.

Meteorite : (Her rings... are turning red?)

Blaze : ......!

Meteorite : (Aren't you going to stop her?)

Blaze : (Why would I stop our only chance at winning?)

Meteorite : Blaze!

Blaze : I respect Amiya's decision.

Doctor : Amiya, no.

Amiya : Doctor!

FrostNova : Nesti, is Rhodes Island not fighting you?

Nesti : They're not.

FrostNova : Then here on this battlefield, we are not enemies.

Amiya : FrostNova...

FrostNova : There is no reason to fight if we are not enemies.
Go back, Doctor, to your people.

Yeti #1 : ...Our Sister is so magnanimous.

Yeti Squad Member B : Like she needs your approval.

FrostNova : Quiet down.
Little rabbit.

Amiya : Uh, my name is Amiya...

FrostNova : You're going to Lungmen too, aren't you?

Amiya : ...That's right.

FrostNova : Then we will be enemies before long, little rabbit. Just, not yet.

Amiya : FrostNova, you and your team aren't as destructive as the other Reunion units.

FrostNova : Don't blame my people. You don't know what they've been through.

Amiya : But you don't want them to go on like this!

FrostNova : ...Oh?
It seems you can read my mind?

Amiya : I can't. But I do sense your unease and your consternation.

FrostNova : All of this will be swept away after the fall of Lungmen.

Amiya : Rhodes Island, we can honestly understand you and your squad.
You may think I'm wrong, and that we don't understand you at all...
But FrostNova, ma'am, I know exactly what you've been through.

FrostNova : ......Childish.

Doctor : FrostNova, those clothes aren't yours, are they?

FrostNova : ......
They're not. This was once the cloak of the "Patriot." I wove it into a coat.

Amiya : ......Oh......

FrostNova : How can you tell?
Never mind...
......
Everyone has some things they can't say, I suppose.

Amiya : FrostNova, Rhodes Island does not seek out conflict. We want to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.

FrostNova : And which bloodshed was necessary?

Amiya : At the very least, we don't want to fight your squad!
They are all good, decent people. We absolutely cannot hurt them, or let them hurt innocent people!

FrostNova : ...Then you must pray we do not meet again.

Amiya : FrostNova!

FrostNova : I think I don't much want to hurt you either. But if I have to, I will kill you all.

Doctor : You can come to Rhodes Island. We don't have to fight.

FrostNova : Then you can try to beat me.
Defeat me in battle, and I will consider it.
But of course, once we meet on the battlefield, we are enemies. And as enemies, we will fight to the death.

Amiya : ......

FrostNova : Oh yes. This one, for the fox.

Frostleaf : ...What?

FrostNova : A special remedy for frostbite. One-of-a-kind recipe. It relieves the burning and pain.
I've studied these things for a long time. And you fought very well back there.
Warriors willing to sacrifice themselves are the strongest, in my eyes.

Frostleaf : ......
Thank you.

Amiya : FrostNova...

Blaze : Hey, wait. I have something to say too.
Yeti #1!

Yeti #1 : Oh... huh?

FrostNova : ......?
What's happening?

Blaze : Let's get a drink next time! Your vodka smells great!

Yeti #1 : Don't say that out loud!

FrostNova : ......
Hm.
Haha...
Goodbye, Rhodes Island.
I hope we never meet again.

<Background 2>

「Lungmen Substructure 」

Amiya : ......
Here you are, after all.

Doctor : Hello, FrostNova.

[FrostNova reveals herself. ]

FrostNova : ......
Hello, Rhodes Island.

Operation story: 6-16

Before operation

Summary

No matter how touching words may be, they ultimately are weak and frail in the face of iron wills. The conversation ends in battle.

<Background 1>

[FrostNova walks to face the Rhodes Island team with black icy crystals floating around her. ]

Blaze : She doesn't.... look right...
The Originium crystals floating in the air beside her.... How is that possible?

Amiya : It's repulsive dissociation...!

Blaze : Did the Originium crystals permeate her skin to form black ice crystals along with the water molecules in the air?
Permeate....? Permeation?!
........Shit........ Shiit!

Amiya : Blaze!

Blaze : Doesn't it hurt! Doesn't that hurt her?!!
Don't you feel pain, white rabbit?
Enough... That's enough... Why are you doing this? Stop it!

[Suddenly Amiya felt a great pressure in her mind. ]

Amiya : Mmmng..... Nnnng!

Blaze : Amiya? I don't like the look on your face.... Wait!
Amiya, don't do it! Don't reach into her mind!

Amiya : I didn't... I'm not using Arts! But her emotions.... Her emotions are pouring into my consciousness...!

FrostNova : ........
I've been waiting for you.
You want to kill Reunion's commander, don't you?
Now she's standing right in front of you.
Here's your target. Get hot, burning hot.

Blaze : Hot...?

Amiya : Is that.... Her emotions...!

Blaze : Team, stand by!
FrostNova, we don't need to waste our breath here!

FrostNova : Lungmen exiled the Infected without a care as to where they could go. They are not coming.
Even though there were still thousands of Infected people in the city.... Lungmen resigned them to their fate.
No one will interfere in our fight.

GreyThroat : So many of us.... against you alone?

FrostNova : What else?

Blaze : Honestly, we're a little outnumbered. No one should be stupid enough to take an avalanche head on.
But actually, head on against an avalanche, I think I'd come out on top?
But you're one of those.... like where all the cold in the world gathers up into a single focal point.
I thought your Yeti Squad was pushing your abilities to the limit, making your Arts more powerful and effective.
I was wrong. They didn't make you stronger.
It's your Arts that made them stronger.

FrostNova : As long as my brothers and sisters are with me, I can't risk hurting them by releasing my full power.
But now. They're all dead.
There are no living things left around me.

[All of a sudden... ]

<Background 2>

[...the entire underground chamber froze as FrostNova calmly stands. ]

GreyThroat : Hmm!
The temperature has dropped dramatically....
Not good! Such a low temperature.... it's thrown off my instruments!

FrostNova : I no longer have any reason to contain the winter within me.

Blaze : What the hell? Does Reunion have its own walking Catastrophe?
What is the lowest temperature Originium Arts has ever achieved? I've got a feeling she's breaking records one after another right now...
FrostNova, I'll ask you again, are you serious about this?

FrostNova : Anything else you want to say?

Blaze : Yeah.
——Knock it off, white rabbit, you're going to get yourself killed.

FrostNova : Hmph.

Blaze : You're really going to die! You're strong enough already! You don't have to push it this hard!
You don't have to do this to get a fight! If you want to fight, fight all you want after this!
I don't want to see Infected killing each other!
There's no reason for us to fight to the death here!

FrostNova : No.

Amiya : Blaze!

Blaze : Ready up!
Pfft!

[FrostNova uses her ice Arts to freeze Blaze's hand. ]

Blaze : She froze my fingernails. They're cracking.
You really want to kill us?

FrostNova : I have a reason.
As commander, I've lost.
——but as a warrior, I'm still in the fight.

[Amiya contact other R.I. units in the vicinity. ]

Amiya : ...Amiya-1, Blaze-4, all units, do you copy?
Exit the area. Now.
You too, Gavial!
Because you can't come back to save us if you don't get out now!

Blaze : Who's the best sniper in our squad?

GreyThroat : ........Me.

Blaze : You might die. Are you sure you want to volunteer?

GreyThroat : I'm sure. I am the best, at the moment.

Blaze : Okay, GreyThroat, you stay. Everyone else, get the hell out.
Hurry!

Doctor : Why did you withdraw your team during a decisive battle?

Blaze : Up against FrostNova, the number of squads doesn't make a difference. They have no way to protect themselves. And she can kill in an instant.
There's not much you can do, even with someone as skilled as Rangers. It's not the archery, it's the materials.

GreyThroat : My crossbow seems to be useless already.

Blaze : It'll be good for a bit. But you decide whether it works or not....
If it was up to me, I'd take a few shots at her with Rhodes Island's main guns. That'd be pretty helpful.
Or conjure up a dozen fireteam to spray ammo and Arts into her to see what she can take.
She'll run out of steam eventually. But... maybe not before we do.

Amiya : Did you bring a tourniquet?

Blaze : You should ask me if I have any anticoagulants with me, the kind that won't mess up.

Amiya : Blaze....
...You asked earlier why FrostNova could endure the pain of Originium crystals piercing her skin?

Blaze : ........

Amiya : I know why. I can feel it.....
She could endure it because the pain inside her was worse... Several times worse.
........
Now, Doctor, you need to go too.

Doctor : No. / No. / No.

Amiya : Doctor!

<Background fades out>

「...Do you want to see it through...?
...To be a trustworthy Doctor...? 」

<Background fades in>

Doctor : I want to see it through.

Blaze : ...Amiya.

Amiya : I... Dr. {nickname} is.... committed.

FrostNova : Doctor of Rhodes Island.
Your decision won't do them any favors.
So why do you do it?

Doctor : I told you, you can come to Rhodes Island.
And I will fight shoulder to shoulder with my operators.

Amiya : I get it.
Blaze, GreyThroat, Dr. {nickname}.
It's going to be an uphill battle.

Blaze : Hmph. Heh heh.
Check it out, white rabbit, that's our Dr. {nickname} and Amiya!

FrostNova : Oh....
...Don't do this...
Whatever.
Are you ready?

Blaze : Let's get started!
Forward! Explosion!

[The R.I. teams charge at FrostNova, who effortlessly repels them. ]

FrostNova : A fine attack.

Blaze : ——Ice blades?
Pfft!

FrostNova : Kitten, do you think I'm a caster.... So frail?

Blaze : Are you serious?

FrostNova : The heat currents writhing on your saw blades are no match for my cold. You cannot stop my frost.

Blaze : I didn't underestimate you, but I didn't think....
My saw can cut through a city wall, and you can block it?

FrostNova : To me, your movements, your strength, it doesn't even register.
Next we go for the throat.

Blaze : Air! Compression! Demolition!

[Blaze countered FrostNova's ice Arts with her own fire Arts. ]

Blaze : *Cough*, hahahahaha, *cough*.... Pfft! That was a close call, I almost got an ice blade through my jugular!
Hah, that's right. You're a warrior just like me.
What do I do, Amiya? I'm running out of ideas.
Time to tag you in.

GreyThroat : Amiya... My finger is getting too cold to pull the trigger.
We have to end this quickly.

Amiya : ........
(Her Originium Arts are a hundred times stronger than they were back in the ruins...!)

Blaze : (And she's not out of tricks yet!)

Amiya : (It won't be enough.... If I don't loosen my rings, everyone will freeze to death!)
FrostNova––

FrostNova : Don't even think about it.

Amiya : Huh?
My finger?

[FrostNova froze the rings on Amiya's hand with her ice Arts. ]

Amiya : Ugh.... Gah!

FrostNova : I watched your entire battle with Talulah. Tweaking these rings enhances your Arts.

Amiya : Ten rings, all of them.... Frozen?

FrostNova : You are too childish to be a warrior.

Blaze : So you chilled a few rings? You've got a mouth on you, don't you?
(Huh? What the...? I turned up the heat this high and they're not melting at all?)

Amiya : Blaze.... Stop it, don't waste blood. This is..... This is a very powerful, and very fine Originium Art...!
The cold stream swept along the Originium crystals and wrapped around us as we entered the area.
She hit us with it before it could get cut off by your thermal currents, without us even noticing!
Mmmf.... My Arts can't cut through!

FrostNova : The battle began as soon as you set foot in this room.
These ten frost rings will drain your body heat and squeeze your Originium Arts. The more power you apply to them, the stronger and colder the ice crystals become.
........
Pathetic.
Eruption? Energy store? Reserves?
Trying to defeat me with a few tricks.... Do you know what you're up against?

Blaze : GreyThroat, piercing bolt!

GreyThroat : Roger! Six shot, ready!

FrostNova : The Talulah I knew would engineer your demise long before it all began.

Blaze : Air compression! Fire!

GreyThroat : Loose!

[GreyThroat fires a barrage of crossbow bolts at FrostNova... ]

FrostNova : And now Rhodes Island is just like these bolts....

[...but she froze them all mid-flight with her ice Arts... ]

Blaze : Wh....

GreyThroat : Wha...? What? Why did the bolt...? Freeze in midair?

[...and shatters them. ]

FrostNova : Truly pathetic.

Blaze : (She knocked it off course with her air streams, then broke it with cold?!)
(GreyThroat, what are your arrows made of?)

GreyThroat : (It's Rhodes Island standard-issue, carbon fiber hybrid aluminum.)

Blaze : (Oh no. Ugh, we're in trouble.)

FrostNova : Even, somewhat shameful.

Blaze : (Whether she knows it or not, her Arts have reached a level that's well beyond anything the damned scholars are talking about these days.)

FrostNova : Just a little pinch.... And you fall to pieces.
Think about it.
I'm just the leader of Yeti Squad. Reunion is controlled by the woman named Talulah who intercepted you at Chernobog and killed your friends.
What do you think Talulah is...? The leader of Reunion, the Infected messiah?

Doctor : She didn't earn the title of messiah! / ........ / There's no such thing.

FrostNova : Hmph.
Whatever image you have of her in your head, if she were some kind of "messiah", the old man and I wouldn't be leading "Reunion" at all.
She was at first a military officer, then a warrior, and finally a leader.
But she has betrayed us.
The most determined and committed warrior I've ever known was actually a case of assumed identity...
And her last remaining enemies are people like you who have no resolve and never had to look death in the face.

Blaze : Watch your tone, white rabbit. You're not the only one who puts her life on the line.

FrostNova : You have remorse in your eyes too.

Blaze : You don't have to tell me!

FrostNova : You're not ready to accept their deaths.

Blaze : That's enough!

[Blaze and FrostNova enters a vicious duel against each other, which ends in a stalemate. ]

FrostNova : *Cough*, haha, *cough*....
Am I ready?

Blaze : *Cough*.... *Cough*!

FrostNova : I've thought about it so many times, seen them dying so many times in my nightmares, I just never thought...
You're the same way, kitten. I can see that.
——
"I imagined my tragic death, but I never thought it would be so lonely."

Blaze : ........
You had brothers. So did I.

FrostNova : The Rhodes Island operators who fought Talulah at Chernobog were each quite heroic.
The one they called Ace was a warrior tenacious to a level I've rarely seen in my life. He fought with an emotion few warriors do.
..."Sorrow."

Blaze : We're not close enough yet that I'm really comfortable talking about my old battle buddies with you.

FrostNova : Only a fighter who incessantly reflects on his battles would be concerned. He was a good warrior.
As are you.

Blaze : Pfft.

FrostNova : He died alone.
Are you sorry you lost him?

Blaze : Of course.

FrostNova : Do you regret not having the chance to save him?

Blaze : Absolutely!

FrostNova : Aren't you going to ask anyone?
Ask.
Ask that question you don't know how to form, that you don't know who to ask.

Blaze : You.....

FrostNova : "Why?"

Blaze : ........

[Amiya felt a surge of emotions from FrostNova... ]

Amiya : (.......Such strong emotions.... FrostNova!)

FrostNova : Why?
Why wasn't I there? Why wasn't I stronger? Why didn't I stop it?

[...as the air grows colder in a rapid pace. ]

GreyThroat : Ugh.... The temperature is still dropping!

Blaze : Stand by me! Her cold is so overpowering, it's all I can do to keep the air around me warm!

FrostNova : ........
...Why?
Why did I fall to the ground when my brothers and sisters needed me most?
They're all fools. All fools who only know how to help each other, who only want to survive, who only want a place to live.
...Why can't I even grant the wishes of a bunch of idiots?
Why is Ursus so cruel to our people, and so callous to ordinary Ursus?
Why is it that the little flame that could ignite the world has to be extinguished in this foreign land?
Why is it that in the war we waged to put a stop to evil, I wasted more lives?
*Cough*, *cough*.... Unf, *cough*, *cough*...!

Amiya : Unf.... Ugh....

FrostNova : Why did we give up our lives, *hack*, only to have achieved a lie?
Why...? Why won't this world give me a little more time?
"The Infected should be proud of who they are, and use the simplest means to seize justice from the world"....
At first, I saw it as only a part of the Reunion ideal.
Indeed, it brought strength to the Infected. They stopped thinking of themselves as the Empire's fodder....
But now I realize that the beliefs that Talulah once taught us about, the ideas that demand grassroots support, and the goals that must be constantly reinforced and corrected, are all gone.
Only instigation. Only indulgence. We were thrown into the toughest of battles, with no input in the ranks, and it all came too soon....
If this is all Talulah's doing, then she deceived everyone from the very beginning.

Doctor : She may have deceived you! / ........ / Things are often not as they seem.

FrostNova : If she would take the Infected to that darkest of futures.... To complete her most wicked plan...
Then her evil must be destroyed.
But my brothers and sisters, the countless dead Infected and uninfected....
Nothing can bring them back.
...What made her this way?

Amiya : Ugh.... Ugh...!

FrostNova : It shouldn't be like this, it never should have been!
My people.... My brothers and sisters!
——

[The air grows even colder. ]

FrostNova : Amiya
Do you hear that, Amiya?

Amiya : FrostNova..!

Blaze : The cold stream is too much.... She can even condense it into a form!
It's blasting away my heat flow!

FrostNova : Is the cold enough to chill your body heat? Is death enough to make you squeamish?
You won't, Amiya, and you can't!
You can read minds, can't you, bunny?
Read now, then, my rage, the heart that has been stifled by bitterness and boiled in my breast for more than a decade, and yet never given up beating!
Read it, Amiya! Read it well!
How much anger is there in this heart, over dead loved ones, over the corrupt Ursus, over the Infected, over the people of Ursus, in this heart that will not stop, that will not die!

Amiya : ........
Did you ever hate her, Miss FrostNova?

FrostNova : ...*Cough*.
Heh.
........
I never hated her.
Even if she was the cause of all this pain today, I have never hated her.
What does hatred bring you and me?
I have nothing but endless, seething rage for this despicable planet.

Amiya : ......

FrostNova : How about you?
Don't you have such anger in your heart?
Don't you have relatives who died of Oripathy? A friend who died thanks to the indifference of this world?
You haven't lost the people you depend on to survive, to give you something to live for?

Amiya : ........

FrostNova : Just proclaiming a certain philosophy, just taking on a certain Art, just organizing a few teams....
Will that be enough to defeat Talulah?
It's time to wake up from your fantastical dreams.

Amiya : ——
I get it, Miss FrostNova.
Everything that just flooded into my mind, I know what it is.

FrostNova : What's pushing Rhodes Island forward? What motivates you to keep fighting?

Blaze : Dead ahead! A huge cold stream! It's about... Just about... the shape of a dagger!
If this keeps up, I'll have to surrender my back and gather the heat flow in front of me as a shield....
But her cold stream was robbing the air of its molecular vibrations. Even if I managed to form the shield, I couldn't hold it for long!
Doctor, come on, you must have some idea!

Doctor : Since we can't break it, we'll just have to hold on!

Blaze : That's like saying nothing!

GreyThroat : No... The Doctor is right.
FrostNova doesn't have much life left in her. If we can hold out, we win.

Blaze : What are you talking about? If we do that, she'll die!

Doctor : It was her choice, and the only chance she left us!

FrostNova : What about your choices?
In the face of the evil that must be destroyed, in the face of the betrayer who has usurped the ideals of the Infected, what is in your heart? Why does it beat?
*Cough*, *cough*.... If you can't even defeat me, how are you going to face her? How are you going to lead the countless Infected? How are you going to fight against this malignant world!!!

Amiya : FrostNova...
Thank you.
But I can't be mad at you.

FrostNova : You.....
Are wasting my time.

Amiya : No, FrostNova... I know what I'm going to do.
I can't really read minds. And reading hearts doesn't mean I can understand someone better than people who don't have this ability.
I just can't refuse.... I can't shut out the emotions that pour out of you.
Flooding my mind with pain and worry, and....
Anger.
You're sober and calm, but the anger burns so hot that I want to pull back...
But I can't. FrostNova, I know exactly what I have to do. I will not refuse you.

FrostNova : ........

Amiya : Miss FrostNova, I felt it.

FrostNova : Why are you crying?

Amiya : I....
FrostNova... You.....

FrostNova : No. Wipe your tears! You will not cry before your enemy.
Amiya, tell me your answer.

Amiya : ........

Doctor : ...Go ahead, Amiya

Amiya : Dr. {nickname}...
...Mhm.
"If we must fight, then we fight to the end."
Doctor, we are going to fight FrostNova.
Only one side walks out of here.

FrostNova : Yes. You will now... fight me.
Only one of us leaves.

FrostNova : If you can defeat me, it means some will be able to survive——

<Background 2>

FrostNova : I am willing to join Rhodes Island. I am willing to fight together with you against the enemies of the Infected, your way.
This is my burden to bear.

Doctor : I hope you keep your word.

FrostNova : When I make a promise, I keep it.

Amiya : And.... Miss FrostNova.
The Infected don't need anyone to lead them.
We're just fighting for the same beliefs, not for any one person.
Never for any one person.

FrostNova : ——That's right. Corruption must be eradicated. Defeat me, and defeat Talulah.
What are you?

Amiya : I can be anyone.

FrostNova : Who are you fighting for?

Amiya : For everyone.

FrostNova : Good. Amiya...
*Hack*.... Thank you.
"Even time itself will freeze here.... ♪"

Blaze : The cold is moving in on us! GreyThroat!

GreyThroat : Ready!

Amiya : Doctor, stay by my side. I'll try to protect you.

Doctor : FrostNova!

FrostNova : You will die here in battle, and I will extinguish your absurd fantasies.
Or, defeat me.
...Defeat me. And show me hope.

Operation story: 6-17

After operation

Summary

FrostNova closes her eyes for eternity.

[The sound of a cracked ice is heard. ]

<Background 1>

FrostNova : It... shattered?
The old man got this from some wizard... said it would keep me alive.
Didn't even make through one fight, huh. I guess it was fake.
Just like I'm his fake daughter, maybe...? And now, like Reunion... As well.

Blaze : Mmm!
Uh...

Amiya : *Cough* *cough* Blaze!

Blaze : The cold's... gone.
I'm fine! Amiya, hurry, go check on the white rabbit!

FrostNova : Nice win, Rhodes Island.
My brothers and sisters... I let them die in vain.
We accomplished nothing.
My life... wasn't worth anything at all.

Doctor : They followed you because of your ideas.

Blaze : ......

FrostNova : My death... isn't worth anyone's time.
Go save who you can. Hurry.
Go.
Whether it's stopping the raincoats, going to kill Mephisto, or sheltering the Infected who have nowhere else to go...
Go. Go do something worthwhile.

Amiya : ......
Doctor...

Doctor : I'll stay. / You go.

Amiya : Okay.
Doctor, please tell her.
Please.

FrostNova : What a... naive rabbit.
Just like Talulah back then. Very similar.
To be able to see someone like this before I die, someone so determined to realize their ideals...

Doctor : What about the burden you bear?! / ...... / Didn't you promise to join Rhodes Island?

FrostNova : I guess that's been swirling around in your head, huh?
Villains are what villains are. I have no complaints about the ending I deserve.
I have hurt you. Reunion, and I, targeted innocent Lungmenites and single-handedly led the Ursus Infected into this nightmare. Such people have no business in Rhodes Island.
My brothers and sisters... Those fools must have tried to keep me alive, huh?
I thought that even if I died here, those idiots would get a place where they could live in peace.
Wrong and wrong. They died. To protect me, a woman who didn't have much time left to begin with.
I'm not happy. We were used and abused. Our lives thrown away.
I'm not happy... This last moment of life, this does not belong to me. They bought this with their blood!
This little bit of life... I must give it to someone trustworthy.
Thank you.
...Ah... Even if we survive, where is there to go?
We had nowhere. The only thing we were ever knew was the snow.
Lungmen is not Ursus. We came, desperate to save our people, and the Infected, looking for a warm place, with food, and shelter...
That's not Lungmen. From the beginning, it should not have been Lungmen. The people of Lungmen are also struggling to eke out a living.
We should have gone back to Ursus... Our homeland...
Snow... a peaceful river... the pine forests gently swaying... the turquoise moss...
This world, is beautiful...

Doctor : So, you think Talulah is the one who orchestrated it all.

FrostNova : ...If I'm right... The plot is ready to unfurl.
Even if old man Buldrokkas'tee could stall it for a while, Talulah would have a way to deal with him.
Lungmen can't do anything... And all Ursus can do is watch.
But you're still here, and the Infected still have a chance. Even if only a small one...
––go put an end to Talulah. Stop her madness and don't let Reunion swallow up any more Infected. Reunion doesn't need Talulah, any Talulah...
Or...
I could make a selfish request. Go save her. No. Go help her. Along with our countless fellow Infected...
The real one... Walking on muddy earth... Talulah...

Doctor : FrostNova?

FrostNova : Go... ahead.

Doctor : I think your father really loves you.
Just like you remember your birth parents dying for you.
You remember clearly all that your father did for you.

FrostNova : ......
How could I not know? It's just, he's going to outlive me.
How much better it would have been if he had never adopted me. That way, he wouldn't have to feel all the pain I've brought him.
He's suffered so much...

Doctor : It is because he has suffered so much that he cherishes you.

FrostNova : Hehehe...
...Doctor.
I can call you that, can't I?
Doctor of Rhodes Island, choices just might be meaningless, in this world.
Even so, even if the outcome makes no difference... I do want to choose for myself. I made my choice.
With my own hands... To take the fruits of the seeds I have sown.

「FrostNova's fingers grope at your face. 」

Doctor : Your fingers... are warm?

FrostNova : Strange. Your face... is cold.
My body temperature... Is not so low anymore?

Doctor : Yes. Your symptoms are gone. / ...... / You're warm, FrostNova.

FrostNova : I can finally touch someone... before I die.

Doctor : FrostNova, Amiya and I want you to join Rhodes Island.

FrostNova : Do I really deserve that?

Doctor : If you just die, here and now, you won't have a chance to right your wrongs.

FrostNova : ...It would be rude not to give a response.
Tell Amiya, Dr. {nickname}...
In this world, a single person is worthless.

FrostNova : But she's absolutely not alone.
From now on, I am at your side. Both of you.
I... would like to join Rhodes Island.

Doctor : Thank you.

FrostNova : No... thank you.
Your eyes remind me of someone I used to know.
I met a boy who said his brother would rather go to the gallows than beg for his enemies' mercy...
So he was going to walk across the snowy plains, he was going to walk all of Ursus... And he didn't come with us.
I thought he was the most idealistic person I've ever met.
But now, you and Amiya changed my mind... Maybe ideals can be a kind of faith.

Doctor : Rhodes Island is all about fighting for shared beliefs.

FrostNova : The original Reunion... was the same.
Just the same.
Your eyes, and that boy's, really do look the same.
Only, you're not as determined as he was. You're so much... So much gentler.
Let me go. My brothers and sisters are waiting for me.
...Father... I've been such a fool.
Forgive me.

<Background black>

「She slips down.
The corners of her mouth turn up, haughty as she was when she lived. 」

6-18: Only You Know

Summary

Lungmen is safe, but questioning and censure rages in Wei Yenwu's office. Kal'tsit then brings the latest intelligence report – Chernobog's core is on a collison course with Lungmen.
from over.

<Background 1>

「Operation Defend Lungmen is complete. I repeat, Operation Defend Lungmen is complete.
Police officers are asked to inventory their equipment, report to their stations, and return to their squads within one business day.
Members of the L.G.D. are asked to rendezvous with their squads and proceed to the L.G.D. to await further orders.
I repeat... 」

Ch'en : What are you doing here?
...And what's that look on your face?

Swire : ......
Nothing. It's nothing.

Ch'en : ...Oh.

Swire : Stop. Where are you going?

Ch'en : To see.

Swire : No need to look, I've checked, there's nothing there.

Ch'en : Is that right.

Swire : Ch'en, it's fine. The battle is over.

Ch'en : Out of the way please, Little Miss Swire.

Swire : You've stopped Reunion, and even the special forces!
You've exposed them all to the L.G.D., Rhodes Island, and even the Censor all at once!
You've stopped them!

Ch'en : Get out of the way!

Swire : You've done a good enough job, worthy of the Special Inspection Unit Chief.
You can stop investigating! What more do you want to know? There's nothing more to know!

Ch'en : I need to know what's going on.

Swire : This business with the sewers? That's what you need to know about?
Now you've done all you can, take one more step and you're off to the other side of Lungmen!
We can totally improve the city. We can rebuild, we can go and clear out all that stuff from the bad old days!
But, Ch'en, don't go down there. Don't look!
Sense of justice, sense of duty, sense of belonging, you've nailed them all! And you looked great doing it!
Ah Ch'en!

Ch'en : ......
Get out of my way.

Swire : It's because you're like this you can't look!

Ch'en : Someone told you not to investigate the sewers, right?

Swire : ......

Ch'en : Someone said the same thing to me.

Swire : Then why do you keep investigating? No one wants you to see this, no one!

Ch'en : That's not true.
Lungmen wants me to see it. This is who I am. I have to see it.
Swire, don't make me draw my sword.

Swire : ......
Ugh...

<Background black>

[Ch'en walks through the sewers of Lungmen. ]

Ch'en : What's that smell?
This...
......
..........

<Background 2>

[The Doctor passes by, carrying FrostNova's dead body with them. ]

L.G.D. Officer : Ah, you're back.
Did you catch the enemy commander? The Infected known as Mephisto?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : None of your business.

L.G.D. Officer : Huh... What did you say? Is that a cooperative attitude?
What's going on? Did you Rhodes Islanders go after him?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

L.G.D. Officer : ...Can you give an accurate statement?
We need to report on it and if the enemy commander isn't dead...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Already dead.

L.G.D. Officer : Dead? How did he die?
Are you sure about that? Only crystalline death identification and autopsy can identify the Infected, Oripathy erases primary biological identifiers....
You don't understand any of this, do you?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

L.G.D. Officer : Huh? Wait, where are you going? Who's that you're holding?
...What the hell happened down there?

Doctor : An Infected person died.

<Background fades out and in>

Blaze : The remnants of Reunion's squad should have successfully retreated by now.
I don't know if this counts as the battle the white rabbit wanted... Though I'm not sure she much cared about that in the end.
Regardless, she did it.
White rabbit, you were a stubborn one.
"Nice win"? Win my ass... If you weren't dying, we'd all be charming ice sculptures by now.

GreyThroat : You survived, didn't you? You also got valuable combat experience.

Blaze : Experience like that only comes up later. But when someone dies in front of you, they never come back.
I could have saved her.

GreyThroat : ......
Has Amiya already gone to see the head of Lungmen?

Blaze : Yeah, probably. Just leave it to them, I don't care.
GreyThroat, give me a hand.

GreyThroat : Huh? Why?

Blaze : Are you messing with me? Don't you see what's happening to me?

GreyThroat : Are you unable to stand? You look okay to me.

Blaze : ...Operator GreyThroat, I kindly request that you help me up. I've lost a lot of blood and I'm hypothermic. I look intact but am, in fact, dying. Please assist me in returning to our vessel!
Okay, you know what? Never mind. I don't want to be a bother.

GreyThroat : Why?

Blaze : Aren't you leaving Rhodes Island? No need to force yourself to work for Rhodes Island anymore.

GreyThroat : ...Why?

Blaze : Huh?

GreyThroat : In that fight, I felt the pain of the Infected.
It was even more frustrating and hopeless than what's going on around us.
I understand the pain of the Infected and I think we can stop these things from happening.

Blaze : I'm thinking you haven't seen enough tragedy. GreyThroat, let me ask you this: what's the difference between you and me?

GreyThroat : You're Infected?

Blaze : If we died in the battle back there, what's the difference between regular you and Infected me? It's just a couple dead people.
Some people care whether they are Elders or Ancients, some care about the country they come from, some look at race, and others value wealth...
I'm Infected, but I've never given anyone the "oh, woe is me," "Infected people are so oppressed" crap. Nobody wants to hear it.
Pick out anybody here in the slums, Infected or uninfected, nobody wants to hear it.
The level of pain doesn't matter, I just wish we could look at the pain of the Infected.
"Infected people are people too," it's as simple as that. And I don't want people looking at me like a pitiful little animal, I'm out for an even look, on the level.
Massacres, segregation, imprisonment, hard labor, I've seen it all, but what can I do to see the end of them?
The white rabbit did what I never could.
She showed me a true death struggle... The kind of terror she would show us even if there was only a fraction of second left. That kind of fortitude is enough to transcend any identity.
If I were to fight Lungmen's soulless black raincoats right now, it'd be a walk in the park. Compared to the white rabbit, they're nothing.

GreyThroat : Really?

Blaze : No. I told you already. I'm dying, GreyThroat.
But fighting to the death for what you believe in? That's a solid ending. Bottom of my bucket list.
...Get a load of these two.

GreyThroat : Who?

Blaze : Dr. {nickname} and Amiya.

GreyThroat : Where's the Doctor going?

Blaze : Off to Rhodes Island to bury the white rabbit.
Well, it says burial, but it's really just disposing of the body to prevent her from crystallizing, dusting, and causing secondary infections. We Infected people deal with that all the time...
At least, as a Rhodes Island operator, I've come to trust the doctor. GreyThroat, did you see the look in Dr. {nickname}'s eyes?
It's those eyes, that's what makes me trust somebody like that.

GreyThroat : I saw it.
...I think it's still Amiya's eyes that are scarier though.

Blaze : Because those two are headed in different directions.
Dr. {nickname} is going to the Infected crematorium, and Amiya is off to Lungmen, to the new graveyard for the Infected.
I finally understand why Ace says Dr. {nickname} is worth just as much as Amiya and Kal'tsit.

GreyThroat : So where is Kal'tsit?

Blaze : Kal'tsit's wherever she's supposed to be.
Okay, let's go. Since you're not going to leave Rhodes Island, I'm gonna ask you one more time: please help me up.

GreyThroat : Why don't you wait for the medics to get here?

Blaze : Because I'm in real bad shape. Elite operators... gotta look tougher than this.

GreyThroat : ...You'd rather die than look uncool for a minute.

Blaze : Why do you say things you know will hurt me...?
And do you know who's our support medic on this op? It's Gavial. That Gavial. She said she'd wash her hands and be right over!
How do you feel about getting my blood splashed on your face?

GreyThroat : Give me your hand.
I don't like blood.

Blaze : Then I suggest we walk a little faster...

GreyThroat : Right.
If I hadn't saved those Infected children, you wouldn't have saved me, and I wouldn't have had a chance to change my mind about Infected people...
That's another way the Infected have inspired me.

Blaze : Huh?
...You screwed it up again.
What does that have to do with me saving you?

<Background black>

「Lungmen – Uptown – Chief Executive's Office 」

Amiya : Hello. I have an appointment with Mr. Wei. Can you take me in?

Receptionist : Ah, Chief Wei's last meeting just ended, please come this way, miss.
Um... You are...?

Amiya : Amiya. Amiya the Infected.

<Background 3>

[The door to Wei Yenwu's office opens. ]

Taihe : With that, we take our leave.

Elderly Male Voice : Until next time.

[Taihe leaves. ]

<Background fade out and in>

??? : What do you think?

Taihe : I have seen his brutal methods.

Censor : Business as usual on the surface. In truth, we all know.

??? : People of his kind are always like that. I do understand why he is the one guarding Lungmen.
......

[Amiya walks in. ]

Amiya : ......

??? : Infected? What are you doing here?

Receptionist : Ah, no offense intended. This is also a guest of Mr. Wei...

Amiya : I'm not here to ask anything of Mr. Wei.

Receptionist : (Miss Amiya, at least do make yourself scarce for a moment...!)

??? : Your clothes... they indicate you are of Rhodes Island, working with Lungmen.
The Infected should not stay long. Lungmen has been known to devour people.

Amiya : Thanks for the tip. But this world isn't picky about who it eats.

??? : Oh...
Then I should thank you for the warning.

[Amiya leaves. ]

??? : ......
Do you know who she is?

Censor : What are you plotting?

<Background fade out and in>

Amiya : Mr. Wei.

[Wei Yenwu greets Amiya. ]

Wei Yenwu : Oh... Miss Amiya, I figured you'd come. The war was a success, and Rhodes Island deserves a lot of credit.
Next, Lungmen will fulfill her contractual obligation to provide Rhodes Island with necessary commercial assistance, among other things...

Amiya : No thank you, Mr. Wei.
I'm just here to cancel the contract.

Wei Yenwu : I'm sorry?
Does Rhodes Island hate the old bait-and-switch so much? If there is any impropriety in what I have done, please, speak your mind.
I will offer my sincerest apologies, Miss Amiya.

Amiya : ......
Mr. Wei, you always act so polite and it leaves me a little overwhelmed.
But I've seen your armed forces and your plans.

Wei Yenwu : Don't read too much into the war, Miss Amiya. This isn't a charge, isn't it?

Amiya : No, Mr. Wei. I have no power to charge you. I'm simply here to handle the post hoc formalities.

Wei Yenwu : Why do you want to terminate our agreement?

Amiya : Because I have determined that a partnership with Lungmen is not a good fit for Rhodes Island.

Wei Yenwu : Mutual benefit, isn't that good enough for a business enterprise?

Amiya : Even a business has its own development plan.

Wei Yenwu : Are you implying that Lungmen owes something to the Infected side of your business?

Amiya : No. Rhodes Island has never had an "Infected" side.
Rhodes Island isn't just fighting for the Infected.
I'm not just an Infected person... I'm also part of the global community.
Rhodes Island has such expertise in dealing with the Infected because many of our operators are themselves Infected and know the circumstances and experiences of the people.
But trying to rid the land of the specter of Oripathy never meant that we were fighting only for the Infected.
Mr. Wei, if you think we are just a simple and naive Infected rights organization with an armed detachment... I would be very disappointed. A grave misunderstanding.
Rhodes Island fights for all the people of this world: You, us, and them.

Wei Yenwu : ......

Amiya : Lungmen doesn't need our help. With the termination of this contract Rhodes Island will also leave Lungmen.
Rhodes Island has done its due dilligence. It's all there in black and white. When we terminate the agreement, all the auxiliary clauses lose effect along with it.

Wei Yenwu : Rhodes Island could take Lungmen's gracious bounty as a gift.

Amiya : No need, Mr. Wei. We in Rhodes Island are more interested in the way our partners do business than their "bounty".
Mr. Wei, you have treated us as a pawn in your game from the beginning. Now that the pawn has proven its worth, our exit should be in accordance with your plans.
However, Mr. Wei...
......

Wei Yenwu : Go on.

Amiya : If it was only Rhodes Island that was being played, I would not terminate this contract. As strange as it may sound, I can understand the mutual distrust between partners.
It's just that we're not the only ones that Lungmen is hiding the truth from.
The L.G.D., the people of Lungmen, the Infected in the slums... None of them knows the shady methods hidden beneath the curtain.

Wei Yenwu : I've heard you can read minds, Miss Amiya.

Amiya : You may assume that I can't, or that I can.

Wei Yenwu : Can I take your speculation as a warning, rather than an interrogation?

Amiya : I'm not going to dictate Lungmen's strategy or future plans, Mr. Wei. But I have the power to prevent my operators from participating in them.
Mr. Wei, whether a Rhodes Island operator, a member of the Reunion Movement, an exile for Chernobog, or a citizen of Lungmen...
They are all living, breathing people. I don't think it's acceptable for their lives to be guided by secret machinations.

Wei Yenwu : I, on the other hand, believe that playing a role is far more important than whether or not one recognizes that role.

Amiya : ...No. You're wrong.
Some things are... for Mr. Wei, perhaps too commonplace. Just like for the average person, quarantining an Infected person is an ordinary thing, not worth discussing.
But, no matter how "normal" it is, it should not be treated as a "normal" thing.
Simply because something has happened to us enough times, we become accustomed to it, and that makes it acceptable...? That doesn't make sense.
Otherwise, even if we eradicate Oripathy, our conflicts will not diminish or die down.
They will simply be reappropriated to imprison and torment another group of people... Just no longer the so-called "Infected".

Wei Yenwu : Is this a request... Or simply an ideal?

Amiya : This is my standard.
Mr. Wei, there is one more thing I must say.
– –The living are not pawns. People are people.

Wei Yenwu : Do you play chess, Miss Amiya?

Amiya : Mr. Wei...
Do you play black, or white?

[Ch'en suddenly barges in. ]

Ch'en : Wei Yenwu, what have you done?!

Wei Yenwu : Officer Ch'en, I have a guest.

Amiya : Officer Ch'en?

Ch'en : What have you done?! Was it you?
No, it could only be you... It can only be you.
The rat and her cunning father are at best a little ruse. Only you would dare to order this.
I had thought that by defeating Reunion, by reuniting all the people of Lungmen, we would eventually get through this. We could even bridge the misunderstandings between Lungmenites...
I never imagined... but I should have.
Once again you reassert yourself as the master of Lungmen. As you always were.
But still... How...? How could you do such a thing?
You tear down every obstacle? You burn everything in your path? To what do you finally bow your head?
I know how all you feel about the Infected. But why?! Why...? It's not just...
......
You don't even dare take responsibility for it.
Erase the name, erase the trail, erase the order, cover all your tracks.
Wei Yenwu, you and Lin should trade races.

Wei Yenwu : You speak without thinking.
Superintendent Ch'en, I have no idea what you are referring to. I do hope your explanation is convincing.

Ch'en : ......
Okay, I'll cut to the chase then.
Did you kill Talulah's father?

Wei Yenwu : ...Officer Ch'en?

Ch'en : Did you force our mother to marry that cowardly man?

Wei Yenwu : Who put such thoughts in your head?

Ch'en : How about you take a guess?

Wei Yenwu : Please watch your tone of voice.

Ch'en : Lord Wei, who controls everything in Lungmen, suddenly realizes that the secret he's been hiding for years has long since ceased being a secret?

Wei Yenwu : Officer Ch'en, know your place. Guards!

Ch'en : It was Talulah who told me.

Wei Yenwu : ......

Ch'en : Of course, everything Talulah knew, not many people knew in the first place.
You're angry, because you know this could threaten your rule... That old man, that Duke of Kashchey, has been in your nightmares from the very beginning.
And you've never felt even a little bit sorry for Talulah, have you?

Wei Yenwu : Officer Ch'en, don't speculate on facts you are not authorized to know, and don't trust information from unknown sources.
You're tired.

Ch'en : I certainly don't trust that old duke! He almost destroyed all of Lungmen, and he's the one who kidnapped Talulah!

Wei Yenwu : So...

Ch'en : But I remember it well... It was a sunny day. That night, there was no moon, only a few stars. The old man grabs Talulah and stands on the other side of a broken bridge.
And behind you...
Behind you stands a crowd of people in black raincoats.

Wei Yenwu : ......

Ch'en : I trust Talulah. I always trusted her. I know she can be lied to as well, of course. But look at the kind of person you are!
You would sacrifice anything to get what you want!

Wei Yenwu : Ch'en Hui-chieh!

Ch'en : You want to clean up the slums, even destroy them! So many Lungmenites, so many Lungmenites who trusted us, so many Lungmenites who stood behind us all along...
Is it because the Infected don't count as citizens of Lungmen? Because they can't afford to live in your high-rises? Or is it because the people in the slums will one day live in peace with the Infected?
Are you really protecting Lungmen? Aren't you the one who is a threat to this city and her people?
Don't think you can throw a couple of rats in front of you and get away with this!
The Lins wouldn't dare to do this without your permission!

Wei Yenwu : Miss Ch'en.
You know nothing...
About what I've done for Lungmen.

Ch'en : ......
The thing that always annoyed me the most about you is this attitude you have, where you have to squeeze everything into your own grubby mitts.

[Kal'tsit suddenly appears. ]

Kal'tsit : If you two could spare even a shred of free time, I'd like you to hear a message.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : Take a look at your terminal. I sent the details over.

Amiya : Ah... okay.
...What?

Wei Yenwu : I don't recall giving permission for you to enter my parlor, Dr. Rhodes Island.

[Fumizuki appears. ]

Fumizuki : I let her in.

Wei Yenwu : ......

Fumizuki : After so many years have passed, why are you still like this...?
Aren't you tired of hiding everything from her and doing it all yourself?
Listen to our guest. We got the same message. You could have known three minutes earlier.

Wei Yenwu : All right, Dr. Kal'tsit. Go ahead.

Kal'tsit : The enemy's top commander was not present when we wiped out Reunion in Lungmen.
This is simply because she was in Chernobog.
She watched us, either calmly or with great consternation... But we paid no attention at all.

Kal'tsit : And now, a part of Chernobog, specifically its core...
...is approaching Lungmen.
In thirty-six hours, the urban core of Chernobog will collide with Lungmen.

Wei Yenwu : That's a trifle. Lungmen has her ways to defend against nomadic cities and warships. A measly urban core is nothing to worry about. Why, we don't even have to...
......

Kal'tsit : Are we on the same page, Chief Wei?

<Background 3>

Wei Yenwu : ...Has it started...

Kal'tsit : Spamming out urban identification codes?

Wei Yenwu : No.

Kal'tsit : Yes, your intuition, or presumption, is correct.
The urban core has been beaming codes nonstop.
All of Lungmen's subcities have already been hit.
The codes claim—
"This city belongs to Ursus."

7-1: 32:00:00

Summary

In the core city of Chernobog, Talulah calls out W's betrayal and throws her from the city.
chooses to defend the core city of Chernobog and awaits the enemy's attack.

「An old monster once told me... What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
I always thought it was stupid. But the guy's a monster, so maybe I do have to give this some thought.
Does a bug jump into a flame to get stronger? So stupid.
No. Let's not talk about how dumb and weak a bug is. You know, no matter how strong a bug gets, in the end, it's still just a bug.
If a bug jumps into a flame, all it proves is that the heat messed up its brain. Assuming it even had a brain, it obviously went mad.
But what if I was to leap into the flames? Besides proving that I'm crazy, what else would that prove? I'd come out a bit charred, but how would that make me any stronger?
But we're talking about death here. And what does an undying monster know about death?
Alas, such is the nature of the bitter death that none may resist. 」

<Background 1>

W : You'll still talk to me? That's a surprise.
I thought you were totally caught up in your plan to destroy Lungmen, Talulah.

Talulah : W. You haven't given anyone notice of your visit.

W : Hah. Oops, my bad. I've been a mercenary for too long, forgot all about that reporting-every-detail-of-my-life-to-the-boss thing. Sorry, Leader.
But you know I can't go all the way up to the top of the command tower, so I have to ask you to stoop to my level.

Talulah : Your sarcasm isn't doing us any good, W. Reunion needs the might of the Sarkaz, and we should strive not to add any more personal conflicts between us.

W : Just call us devils. Only the bleeding hearts and self-righteous call us Sarkaz. Us mercenaries? We know exactly what we are.

Talulah : Strange. Devils, the "inferior race of the banished." You mercenaries cannot accept this definition, nor will you take pride in it.

W : Duh. But your people started calling us "devils," not as a hate thing, or because it was catchy or whatever.
Devil is a "fear" thing. You people called us that because we scare you.
So us mercs like being called "devils," because we know exactly what it really means.
And we always make good and sure anyone left alive takes the subtext straight to heart.
Oh, sorry– Me yapping on about this is like trying to show off in front of an expert, isn't it?
We're a no-name merc squad famous for brutality. But compared to you? Why, that's like a worm trying to go up against a crab.
After all, Leader, nobody scares people better than you.

Talulah : "Inflict terror upon your enemies, and provide warmth for your friends."
To strike fear into our enemies and bring hope to our comrades. That is the way Reunion has always done things.

W : So, driving Ursus's core city into Lungmen is also in line with a certain comrade's ardent wish?

Talulah : Our warriors are still bravely fighting inside Lungmen. They need our assistance, and we will bring it to them.
The Infected inside Lungmen require hope, and our warriors here have expressed their earnest desire to be that source of hope.
Everyone's wishes find harmony here, and the responsibility to see those wishes come to fruition belongs to us, Reunion.
–This will also bring benefits to the Sarkaz. I assure you, beyond doubt.
What your kind seeks is not hope, so I will provide you with profit.
Sarkaz mercenaries like you, scattered between various city states, as well as those who pull your strings. You will drink deeply of the chaos between cities and countries, and it will nourish you.
After Lungmen, no nomadic city is safe. Your kind will find more room to expand and thrive, and your people will prosper.

W : Ooh, sounds like a good deal. Just going off the profits, I'm totally on board.

Talulah : Tell me, W, what doubts do you still have?

W : None. You've made a great case. Want a standing ovation?

Talulah : No need.

W : Then let's talk about my mission. Bad news is I failed. I didn't manage to bring back my target, and she wouldn't give me the thing.

Talulah : That is not your fault. The kinship between Misha and Skullshatterer was bound to lead to uncertainties.

W : Why'd you send me to grab that scientist's daughter then?
It seems like you didn't even need her or her secrets for your big plan. Between the attack on Lungmen and firing up the core city, what was the point of her anyway?

Talulah : The authenticity of the key still has to be verified.
I can personally verify that we've activated the core city, but Reunion still needs full control over the way it stops. That's where this key comes in.

W : Mephisto told me the one the old geezer found in the abandoned city was the real deal.

Talulah : No, W. Mephisto would not tell you that. It would only be you spilling secrets to Mephisto while thinking about extracting the information you want from him.

W : So, is that bit of news true or not?

Talulah : You're not interested in hearing my justifications, but you also don't plan on offering yours either.

W : I have my own channels, and might be a little more frank than I used to be. Oh, but I guess I could've mixed up my sources? Something like that.

Talulah : W, if you want me to be more transparent, I can explain to you the details of my plan. All of them.
Skullshatterer and your first operation tested the L.G.D.'s response speed. It allowed us to adjust our strategy and improve upon our plans to take down Lungmen.
Without your cooperation, we could not succeed.
The Key did truly exist, but was lost upon Misha's death. The Key that Patriot sought was only a backup plan to deal with this situation.
I won't force you to tell me where your information came from, but my explanation should convince you.

W : All right, all right. But, Leader, I want to know how many Keys there are. Won't ask any more questions after that, yeah?

Talulah : Two. Sergei, Royal Chernobog scientist, held one of them, and delivered it to Misha using special means.
The other was held by Count Boris, former mayor of Chernobog. During our attack, he broke off a city plate to flee. However, he was unable to escape the Catastrophe.

W : The ruined satellite city.

Talulah : Our undercover agents in the city have kept everything there that we need. We can lure the L.G.D. into an ambush given the proper distance.
We have sufficient reason to capture the abandoned city, and the best use of it is to occupy it and turn it into a stronghold.

W : You're really good at explaining things, Leader. I'm all out of questions.
Hey, I'm not asking too many, am I? Sorry to make you waste so much time explaining it all to me.

Talulah : W, if openness can resolve the misunderstanding between us, I won't be stingy with my time.
In order to ensure a relationship of long-term mutual benefit, I will continue to draw up our future plans. Hopefully this can slightly increase the trust between us.
We will need to support each other to have a chance at overcoming the troubles to come.

W : Really? I'm touched.

Talulah : Of course.

「I never liked this woman.
The Talulah they talk so nice about in private is so insanely boring. And this Talulah talking to me right now is just another lying bastard.
Oh, not to say there's anything wrong with lying.
I lie a lot. Nothing stronger than a well-placed lie, except maybe a bomb. The truth is like a cup of water. What good does it do when the whole house is on fire?
But when I lie, I know I'm lying. I chew up my thoughts up and spit them into ears. This she-dragon, though, she lies so natural it's like the words come out of someone else's mouth.
Doesn't matter who she's talking to. It's not just tweaking a couple points to cover up her plans.
–She takes on a totally differently form, turning into something they trust more, telling them what they want to hear.
Reunion's most beloved figure is, of course, the Leader, Talulah. Standing here with me, she's a businesswoman, a trader. With Patriot she turns right into a warrior woman.
She'll show her true face one day, but not everyone will live long enough to see it.
Besides, does she even... have a true face?
Is she an onion? You keep peeling off layer after layer until you realize there's nothing inside? 」

Talulah : I mean it.

「She was acting honest as an Iberian nun just a minute ago.
She lifts her hand slightly. Hah, I know that trick.
Right now she's like a cunning Savra after a lifetime of raiding and killing.
Something pulls away the air in front of me, and in a split second it'll melt away my whole body. 」

W : Don't tell me you're ready to kill me after a little bit of teasing.

[Talulah attacks W with her Arts. ]

「Nobody has ever figured out the formless things Talulah throws around– but I know exactly what they do.
Ruins. Debris. Things lose even their most basic structure.
It's just like a fire without light.
I am her prey.
I should have known. 」

W : Kinda obvious, dragon lady. The old Talulah wouldn't have showed her cards this early.

「Waiting to die, or plopping down some long-winded monologue before the end, just isn't my style.
I never thought about dying. At least, not now. 」

[W throws a grenade at Talulah that explodes shortly afterwards. ]

「The small device I tossed out moments earlier while I was talking, falls to the ground and blooms into a ball of flame before me.
A wave of heat rushes towards me. Luckily, the comforting warmth isn't hers.
I'm no Arts expert, in my experience, ninety-nine percent of Arts are no match for this pure burst of energy.
Explosions. Heat, shrapnel, shockwaves. It's an equalizing force that tears apart any enemy, or me.
I just need to draw out the stalemate a little longer. Until all the seeds I planted finish blooming. 」

W : You're such a hard worker, Talulah. You even went through all that trouble to play out a sitcom with me. I knew it, you really would make a great actor.

「This dragon lady... I don't really hate her that much, do I?
Those who don't know how to deceive cannot tell lies, and thus are not liars. And she... is a monster soaked in lies.
She doesn't need to lie.
No wonder I get kinda... Okay, I admit it, kinda scared when I see her. I don't hate her, but I might really be afraid of her.
And fear breeds caution. If you've got your guard up, you're prepared. 」

Talulah : Your little tricks are actually able to neutralize my Originium Arts. I might have underestimated you.

W : Hey, this "little trick" took me hours to put together. Show some respect, huh?
But if a little bit of your fire was all it took to make me roll over and die, what kind of devil would follow me?

Talulah : You came prepared. You planned to attack me from the very beginning.

W : You made the first move, dragon lady. Are you trying to torch me because I'm a pain, or do you wanna shut me up because I've seen through you?

[Talulah attacked W again with her Arts. ]

「To punctuate my sentence, a wave of heat surges from her fingertips and leaps towards me. Man, this dragon bitch just won't let me have any fun.
I bend my waist and drop into an exaggerated roll, making it look like I'm tying my shoes. 」

W : Uh-oh.
Aim better next time.

Talulah : W, your dirty tricks have been exposed. You are now an enemy of Reunion.
Why do you oppose me? This is certainly of no benefit to you?

W : Why? Why do you think this was my idea? I sure as hell didn't want us clawing at each other's faces this soon.
Fact of the matter is, you attacked me first. Hmm, trying for a little shock and awe, huh?
I guess I have no choice then. I just have to kill you before you kill me.

Talulah : Your insanity has deepened your blind confidence.

W : Lying to me is no big deal. I don't really care who you lie to, how many people you kill, or how many people you lie to...
But, dragon lady, you'll regret lifting a finger against me.

「Am I the kind of person who says stuff like this?
Maybe I really am losing it. Can't even call this insanity at this point. Seems more sentimental than anything else.
I guess I really fucked up. 」

Talulah : I see. Pretending to be crazed and stupid had us all fooled. Turns out, I misunderstood your character this whole time.
So considerate of others. What a lovely little devil you are, such a colorful character.

W : Ahaha... *spits*.
Not as lovely as you, of course. But, you'll be even cuter once I rip your tongue out. Can't have it lolling around.

Talulah : Do you think your little traps are enough to kill me?

W : Of course not.

「Did I ever mention that I set a trap? 」

W : Better watch your feet. Might be a trap. Say, how many do you want?

Talulah : How many do you have?
You pitiful thing. My flames have found you.
You will pay for your betrayal.

W : Woah... Creepy. What's the matter with you? Who are you talking to with that tone of voice?

Talulah : You.
I know you hate these words, W. You also hate me for pointing out your purpose.

W : Uhh, well, thanks for being so considerate of my preferences. You think you can rile me up with the right phrasing?
And like, my purpose? How many people you plan to kill has nothing to do with me, dragon lady.
What do you know about me? You've got like eighty different plots within plots going on in that noggin and you're gonna guess what's in mine?

Talulah : W... You want to prevent me from using the core city to attack Lungmen.

W : ...Oh?

Talulah : If you simply wanted revenge, you would not have chosen this moment. If you wanted to kill me, W, you could have waited until both Lungmen and I are incapacitated. That would have been the wise move.
Trying to talk me into giving you information was another cover. A mercenary leader who cares nothing for the direction of Reunion would not ask me, the "Leader of Reunion," about my plans.
You know, I won't kill you– as long as you put aside your interest in this war. Do that, and I'll spare your life.
I'm fond of you, W. You're good comic relief. And I have no desire to execute a harmless harlequin.
However... a madwoman who will use any methods available to kill me has no right to judge good and evil, let alone claim to understand my plans.
...Are you really as violent and insane as the performances you put on suggest, W?

W : Would you shut up already–

Talulah : You are not.
You want to stop Reunion. You want to stop the attack on Lungmen. Those are your intentions.
W, W... You're all too easy to read. I didn't even need to make any plans to investigate you. You came here wearing your heart on your sleeves.

W : That's a load of bullshit.
I'll turn you into a puddle of gore and have someone dump you down the waste chute, assuming there's anything left.

[The fight between W and Talulah went intensely as both unleashed anything at their disposal towards each other, until... ]

「I press the button on the device in my hand. A simple Originium detonator switch, remotely operated, chained explosions.
A blazing light of destruction mixing with a deliriously pungent aroma. Waves of heat carrying fragments of debris, overturning everything in front of me. Just as I planned, everything reduced to cinders, even the most thick-skinned Sarkaz...
Wait...
Wait, wait... Didn't I have a detonator mechanism for the explosives?
......
Why did she plant her sword in the ground? 」

Talulah : Was this your trap?
Try me, W of the Sarkaz. Try again.

W : Hold on, you...

「No fire. No burning.
The hundreds of Originium explosives I painstakingly twisted into the steel foundations of the city... are all gone.
Where are the explosions? The heat? The shrapnel?
Nothing.
The place where I planted the Originium is deformed, melted, and warped. Drips of iron and the burned oil paint covering it gives off nasty smell. But that's it.
My shrapnel. My blast waves. My light show. It's not going to happen.
The cataclysm that I pictured in my mind a million times over... isn't going to happen.
The cunning dragon lady must have poured her Arts into her sword and channeled it deep into the steel beneath us.
The heat radiated to each of my traps, melting them away.
You figured it out. You're so smart, W.
The world-ending explosion from all directions that should have blown her into a billion little pieces... is nothing but a big, wet fart.
All right, I've been thoroughly played.
...... 」

<Background fades out and in>

W : *Cough,* *cough...*
Dragon lady, you're... not half bad...

Talulah : Was this result also part of your plans?
Let me guess, your backup plan is, you'll show me an improvised suicide bombing spectacle, isn't that right?
Let's not waste each others' time.

W : Don't get too cocky... *cough*, *cough*... little girl. Say, are you... even the same person? Right now, even I... don't really wanna know.

Talulah : I don't need you to define me.
Choose your death. Die by my flames, be thrown from the city walls, or be run through by my sword.

W : Can you really... finish me off?

Talulah : Steel must endure a thousand trials in the forge before it can become a sword. A sword is destined from birth to be a weapon.
But you... are just a mortal shell that has not yet died.

W : Ah, that... would be an honor.
To be impaled by this sword... Would I be... the first one?

Talulah : Unfortunately, you'll have to accept second.

W : Now... If we're talking people I've blown up... You, well...
...wouldn't even have a number.

<Background fades out>

「Am I going to die? I guess so.
But what's so bad about death? There are many things worse than dying.
So, when you feel like you're done for...
As long as you've prepared for the stuff worse than death, you'll even manage to surprise yourself.
Now... I think, it's about time I also blow this joint. 」

<Background fades in>

[W detonates the explosives strapped into her own body as a last-resort measure to kill Talulah. W is seemingly blown to pieces by the explosion, but Talulah survives. ]

Talulah : *cough*...
You blew yourself apart right in my hands...? I thought you'd be more afraid to die.
Though your defection didn't surprise me, you, yourself, did... surprise me a little.
You had some potential... as the opening act of a farce.
I hope your death was painful enough, W of Victoria.

<Background fades out and in>

「After the battle, 31 hours until impact, 6:30 PM 」

[Patriot appears. ]

Patriot : ......
Leader.

Talulah : Sir. Your return gives me great peace of mind.

Patriot : Formalities, unnecessary. There was a battle here. Just now.

Talulah : It was between me and W, who tried to assassinate me. Don't worry, I'm fine.
From the reports I've received, she was already showing signs of rebellion when she occupied Chernobog.
She made her own decision to let the enemy escape, instigated the Sarkaz mercenaries' rebellion, and murdered her superior.
These series of actions were likely caused by outside political forces.

Patriot : Where is she now?
She should have, stood trial.

Talulah : She detonated the explosives hidden around her body and fell into the core area.
I will dispatch someone to search for her body. Sir, you need not worry yourself.

Patriot : That, does not concern me.
And her Sarkaz? What of them?

Talulah : I will deal with it. Now that the core city is steadily moving on track, I'll need to stabilize the situation immediately.

Patriot : ...Leader. This core city... was activated. Without my knowing. Why?
Even the comms. Have been broken.

Talulah : We're out of options. Ursus may attack Chernobog at any time and slaughter our compatriots. For their sake, we must first take down Lungmen.
Right now, all energy must be used to support the operation of the core city, and we have no excess power to support tuning the ingoing and outgoing channels.
The Originium left behind by the Catastrophe is so potent that we cannot endure it.
The order to recall you exhausted the last of our backup supply. Now, there is only one place that can provide us with enough refined Originium.

Patriot : Even then, if time is tight. Please discuss with us.

Talulah : What you say may be correct. I'm sorry, Sir. I should have given it more thought.

Patriot : But... What's done, is done.
This Key. How will you use it?

Talulah : It can stop the city.

Patriot : This city... can be stopped?
Many things, once started. Will not stop.

Talulah : So, I'm entrusting this key to you. You'll decide when we stop.
I apologize for giving you such an arbitrary command.

Patriot : ......

Talulah : You seem more subdued today than usual, Sir.

Patriot : No. I will go. To guard the core city.
Someone will attack. They will try.
And I will stop them.

Talulah : Excuse me, Sir.
Crownslayer, FrostNova, Mephisto, and Faust are still waiting for our help. We must not let any outsiders interfere with our plans.

Patriot : ...Talulah.

Talulah : ......
What's the matter, my champion?

Patriot : Leader.
Any evil, no matter how great. Will always come, to an end.
This, I firmly believe.

Talulah : Yes, I share the same conviction.

Patriot : ...Goodbye, Leader.

Talulah : Go, Patriot.
To end this war and regain the status of the Infected, Reunion will crush all enemies standing in our way.

<Background fades out>

Chilling Voice : What's this?

Hoarse Voice : A kind of, Sarkaz talisman. Two pieces.
This one, is for you. The other one, I will keep.

Chilling Voice : What are these for? It's a bit heavy.

Hoarse Voice : They can, keep you safe.

Chilling Voice : You still believe in those weird Sarkaz things? ...What's the point of this?

Hoarse Voice : Let me finish.

Chilling Voice : Sure.

Hoarse Voice : This talisman. Can withstand torture.
Mortal wounds, destroyed organs, no. But the consumption of life, it can withstand.
Until it breaks.
If yours breaks... Mine will tremble.
And I will go. Save you.

Chilling Voice : What if both pieces break?
...Why aren't you saying anything?
Uh... Fine, I'll hang onto it.

Hoarse Voice : Good.

Chilling Voice : I'm obviously going to outlive you, so you just do your own thing.

<Background fades in>

Patriot : ......
Help, who? End, what war?
My talisman. It, too, has broken.

<Background fades out and in>

Sarkaz Warrior : ......
You killed W.
What are you going to do now?

Talulah : Liberate you. You will no longer need to bow before a Sarkaz.
All that you desire, I shall grant you.

Sarkaz Warrior : And what exactly is that?

Talulah : War.
No longer will you have to endure the foul taste of slaughtering the weak. No longer will you waste your efforts like a pebble hitting a rock.
I will give you a truly equal war.
Sarkaz, wandering devils.
What I will grant you... is not only the fear of your victims. I will reforge your blood, your flesh, your steel, and the shame of countless generations of your ancestors.
I will grant you slaughter, and I will grant you death.
A new era has arrived, and war shall reign supreme.
All Sarkaz who wish to taste all that this new era has to offer, step forward.

Sarkaz Warrior : ......
Who would you have us kill?

Operation story: 7-2

Before operation

Summary

Back on Rhodes Island, the Doctor takes FrostNova's body to the Integrated Bioprocessing Unit – and meets Rosmontis, an elite operator, for the first time.

<Background 1>

「6:30 p.m. 」

PRTS : Number 00000-00002, Clearance Level-8.
Dr. {nickname}, thank you for visiting the Rhodes Island Integrated Bioprocessing Unit. Your intentions have been determined through analysis of available biological data.
In addition, the system detects that you are in a bad mood.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Leave me alone.

PRTS : Dr. {nickname} is displaying aggression.
Rest assured the system will not electrocute you. There is no need to fear these tests.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

PRTS : Dr. {nickname} fell silent.
Whether silent protest or refusal to communicate, I believe it is an expression of an autism spectrum disorder.
Please, by all means. The system treats all equally.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : And what would count for a good mood?

PRTS : Good and bad are subjective judgments.
However, this system has collected nearly all documented states of mental activity, as well as hormonal criteria for various types of neurological excitement.
So you could argue that the system's subjective judgment is substantially closer to objective truth.
Therefore, no matter what action Dr. {nickname} may take, the system will be able to process it to some degree.
Which is to say: you may do as you wish.
PRTS is equipped with a nonlethal pacification function.
Should you take unreasonable action, you will lose consciousness for 3.55 working hours, ensuring you maintain a behavioral standard close to normal.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

PRTS : Welcome home, Doctor.

Doctor : Can this really be called home?

[Someone walks to the Doctor. ]

??? : Are you Dr. {nickname}?

Doctor : Huh? / ......? / Hello?

??? : It's you. I'm sure of it.
I can feel it... you're a little different.
But... the person you're holding, that uniform...
Can I ask who's that you're holding?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : A fighter.

??? : Fighter?
Oh... she wounded you. Were you fighting?
No, you weren't... This isn't a lethal wound.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : One of my people.

??? : Is she Infected too...?
No, that's not what you meant.
Dr. {nickname}, you seem like you lost something.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : A friend.

??? : She's your friend?
But... you barely know her at all.
I don't know... this might disappear soon.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : What... do you feel?

??? : Traces of people communicating with each other. Smell, warmth, shape.
I'm not sure, but she...

[The girl reaches out to FrostNova. ]

<Dialogue branch 1 starts here>

Doctor : (Let her).

??? : Hm.
No.
You don't want me to do that?
No. I'm an outsider. I don't know her.
I can't do this, can I?
I'm sorry.

<Dialogue branch 3 starts here>

Doctor : Can you read minds, like Amiya?

??? : No, I can't...
Amiya is special. I know Amiya's Arts... and I think she suffers a lot.

<Dialogue branch 3>

Doctor : ......

??? : I... I can't touch her, and I can't feel her.
Her connection to this world has no connection to me.
I... I have no right to touch her.

<Dialogue branch 3>

Doctor : I'm having trouble understanding you.

??? : The other operators say that too.
There are a lot of big personalities at Rhodes Island... But I might be weird, even for them.

<Dialogue branch 2 starts here>

Doctor : (Stop her).

??? : Oh...
I'm... I'm sorry...
I...

<Dialogue branch 4 starts here>

Doctor : Sorry.

??? : No, it's fine. I'm used to it.

<Dialogue branch 4>

Doctor : ......

??? : P-please don't be mad...
When you don't speak, I... I don't know what to say.

<Dialogue branch 4>

Doctor : I'm sorry, little girl.

??? : I'm fine.
I'd much rather someone be straight with me than be scared of me. So I'm fine.

<Dialogue branches end here>

??? : Did you want... to use this machine?

Doctor : If this is indeed the final resting place of the Infected.

??? : ...it is.
Just a second. Let me check the log.
Yes, they cleaned this cabin already. Put her on this slab. Easy now. There.
Then the slab will slide in there, and... wait for it to close, and finally press this button.

Doctor : You're really familiar with it.

??? : Oh, I've had to use it a lot.

Doctor : Why...?

??? : This is where all of Rhodes Island's Infected end up.
And if I knew them, if I felt them, if they were my teammates, I always take care of them myself.
The original manual was really complicated, but I wrote down how to use it in my terminal. Just a quick look and I can feel it.

Doctor : Feel what?

??? : Hmm... it's like a chain.

Doctor : A chain...?

??? : Or I could say it's like seeing the links between people.
Sending off the people tied to you means untangling the lines around them. The other ends of the threads are still tied to us, but even when the one side is gone, the threads don't hang down.
It feels like you've lost something inside yourself. Something you didn't know was there, but knowing it won't come back.

Doctor : Why would you want to feel that?

??? : Because if you know the feeling, it won't suddenly sting you, right?

Doctor : So then you...?

PRTS : Excuse me.
Identifier for Rosmontis, elite operator present in Rhodes Island Integrated Infected Bioprocessing Unit, will expire in fifteen minutes.
I will update you momentarily. Stand in place for about fifteen seconds.
In addition, there is a skirmish taking place by the starboard hull. If possible, please assist after updating your identification code, in order to reduce resource consumption.

Rosmontis : Oh, okay. I'll go do that.
I'm making a note of it in my terminal.

PRTS : Reminding you for the sixth time, if you would allow access to this system, it could send the information directly to...

Rosmontis : No.
I'm... the only one who can use this.

PRTS : Understood.

Doctor : Elite operator...?

Rosmontis : PRTS means me.

Doctor : Should I call you Rosmontis?

Rosmontis : Yes... Rosmontis.
What... about her?
I think... I should at least know her name.

Doctor : FrostNova.

Rosmontis : FrostNova...
A good name.
Hello, FrostNova.
...Bye bye.

After operation

Summary

In Wei Yenwu's office, discussions about the situation boil over into disputes.
Questions. Doubt. Blame. Disappointment. Persistance. Sighs. In the end, Ch'en chooses to fight alone.

<Background 2>

「Wei Yenwu's Office – 6:30 PM 」

Kal'tsit : Correct, Mr. Wei. Thirty-two hours from now, the core city will collide with Lungmen.
Its urban identification code has not been changed, which means that the core of Chernobog, this nomadic city, is still Ursus territory.

Ch'en : So attacking it would be an act of war...?

Wei Yenwu : Reunion holding Ursus hostage like this is the height of absurdity.

Kal'tsit : You're unreasonably calm, Mr. Wei. Did it maybe occur to you what a peace-loving country the Empire is?

Wei Yenwu : Ursus expansionism is driven by a lust for wealth, territory, and growth.
If it was profitable, the Empire would start a world war without a second thought. And they would've done it decades ago.
But to provoke a war with Yan?
The fact that Yan has not waged war for centuries does not mean they lack the capacity to fight. But I'd say a militaristic state might struggle to understand what it is that's led to Yan's prosperity.
A world war would leave both sides devastated. Yan would need a long time to recover, but Ursus, with its myriad internal conflicts, would take it even harder.
Ursus is no longer the world-devouring beast it once was. Only fools and madmen would wage a war that is costly, unprofitable, and doomed to fail.

Kal'tsit : Mr. Wei, as far as I know, fools and madmen are a dime a dozen in the nomadic cities of the world.

Wei Yenwu : Weeding out such people is one of my most important duties. And it's a function of the State Council of Ursus.

Ch'en : ......

Wei Yenwu : Once the State Council responds, we'll implement measures to put a stop to the Chernobog core.
The diplomats will handle the rest.
Our only responsibility is to take control of this crisis before it gets out of hand.

Kal'tsit : You have that much faith in the Empire?

Wei Yenwu : No. I have faith in mutual interest.
Fighting war after war teaches bitter lessons. And even though Ursus has won a lot of riches from its wars, it has been unable to fight the internal rot those wars have bred...
It has not been able to integrate the peoples and lands it has conquered. And no nation can handle a rebellion while choking down the poison brewed by the mutual crisscrossing hate of its own populace.
The Empire of Ursus is a rotting corpse posturing to look strong.

Kal'tsit : And that is why you believe Ursus will act in its own interests and abide by their deal with you?

Wei Yenwu : I have no deal with the Chairman of the State Council, verbal or otherwise. But the two of us have about the same amount of sanity left.
Fumizuki, send the message for me. I have to make use of this time...

Fumizuki : Um.

Wei Yenwu : ...Fumizuki?

Fumizuki : There is another message here. For you.
Dr. Kal'tsit, Amiya, Ch'en... you should hear this too.

Wei Yenwu : Fumizuki?

Fumizuki : You will change your mind when you hear this.

Wei Yenwu : I don't think so.

Fumizuki : If you reject their help again, we'll truly be isolated.

[A recording is played. ]

Recording : "Chief Wei, you must act immediately upon receiving this message."

Wei Yenwu : What...? That's my Messenger.

Recording : "The following has been Arts encrypted."

Deep Male Voice : "Mr. Wei, Groups Three and Four are standing down. We are unable to get to the source of the matter."
"I can't even speculate on who the mastermind might be."
"They were whispering from the parliamentary gallery, laughing at my miserable, helpless performance. But I found no evidence to hold them accountable."
"If something happens in Chernobog, you must do everything you can to stop it. Otherwise, who knows what will happen?"
"You have the wisdom and ability to stop it at its source. What we could not do, you must do in our stead."

Fumizuki : That's the end.

Wei Yenwu : ...I want to hear the rest.

Fumizuki : The rest is the Messenger's soliloquy.

Wei Yenwu : He's my Messenger. Let me hear it.

[Another recording is played. ]

Deep Male Voice : "I was unable to meet Chairman Witte, and the Messenger he sent to liaise with me was waylaid by unknown forces. Fortunately, that Messenger is still safe and sound."
"The Messenger slipped out of Deity Grypherburg in the dead of night, and someone secretly aided him. I believe there are forces within Ursus vying for supremacy."
"I was attacked many times on the road after that. And there were many others who tried to protect me."

Wei Yenwu : Witte tried to help them...

Deep Male Voice : "I reached the Ural Rift and commandeered a messaging station. What happens now, even I don't know."
"I hope to make it back to Lungmen, to enjoy the flavors of home once again."

[The recording ends. ]

Wei Yenwu : How is he now?

Fumizuki : Unclear if he's alive or dead.

Kal'tsit : It sounds like the Chairman of the State Council plans to stand by and see how this plays out.
The State Council is at the heart of the Empire... But Chernobog is out on the periphery now.
The borderlands mostly belong to the Army, and some remnants of the ancient nobility.
The Army hasn't had a chance to engage in such operations since the Great Rebellion, but the Infected did.
The ancient nobility, closely watched as they were, couldn't have planned the Chernobog incident, but the Infected could.
Indeed, most of Reunion's Infected had no training, they didn't stand a chance against the Ursus Guard and the Chernobog riot police–
But a Catastrophe did. Chernobog failed to split the plates in time, and there was nothing they could do against a Catastrophe.
Reunion had to infiltrate the city early to stop the security forces from mobilizing, while the Army ignored their maneuvering.
Lungmen and Rhodes Island anticipated Reunion's actions, and the L.G.D. made a plan to annihilate them, but Chernobog...
Even to this day, Chernobog, and the Ursus Court... haven't said a word.
Now we know why.
Writing off the city and all its inhabitants, Ursus handed Chernobog over to Reunion.
And the Infected, who have lived so long on the threshold of death that they no longer fear it, would assume control of the city after the Catastrophe.

Fumizuki : They didn't have to do anything. They just... got out of the way.
They only had to let it happen.

Amiya : But after suffering a Catastrophe, Chernobog was just a dead city with nothing of value...

Fumizuki : Which left the Infected heading for Lungmen! No matter who's running Reunion, this... all the elements were perfectly aligned...!

Wei Yenwu : —
Give the order. The censors must stand down, use force if necessary. We will prepare for war. We must be absolutely certain we can disable that core before it's too late.
And no one is to know of this until the Chernobog core is stopped.

Amiya : Mr. Wei?!

Fumizuki : You're going to start the war yourself?

Wei Yenwu : Fumizuki, you've seen all Lungmen has been through, you must know. My brother wouldn't stand for me starting a war with Ursus.
...I must take the initiative, we must take control of the situation, even if it costs all of Lungmen.

Kal'tsit : Starting a war means being seen as an aggressor. It makes it more difficult to forge alliances.
The first one to enter a state of war is likely to find itself isolated.

Amiya : But... the worst part is, no one can know the truth until after the war is over, whatever it might be...!

Kal'tsit : Some countries don't even care about the truth. All they want is an excuse.
But, Mr. Wei, I believe we can achieve peace through diplomatic means.

Wei Yenwu : Thank you for the suggestion, Madam Kal'tsit.
But I'm afraid Witte and I are the last hope for peace between our two countries.
Whether our enemy is the Empire's Third Army or the Emperor of Ursus, this war is going to happen eventually, even if we are certain to win it. Peace is no longer possible.
If Witte is too meek to use official channels to put a stop to this, it means he'll face too much resistance and criticism for it, even if it works. He's a politician. He has to look out for himself.
Having pushed him this far, the Empire's bureaucracy may be in some state of semi-paralysis.

Kal'tsit : A couple of divisions can hold Ursus hostage, but not Lungmen. This is not Ursus, you're entitled to an emergency response to another moving city.

Amiya : Wouldn't it then be too late to separate the city?!

Wei Yenwu : If the core is not stopped, the collision will destroy Lungmen. And the conflict that follows will cause further, unfathomable disaster.

Amiya : But to stop the core...

Wei Yenwu : Firing our guns or sending a spec ops team would indeed mean a declaration of war on Ursus.
Anything Witte might have been able to stop has been cut completely loose by the Chernobog core.
An isolated city, cut off from all communication, left with nothing but identification codes, needs very little explanation.
As you say, Doctor. It's up to Lungmen now. Only we can stop the Chernobog core.

Kal'tsit : Think carefully, Mr. Wei. There are serious consequences to an act of war.

Wei Yenwu : War is serious business, but the other choice, as far as Lungmen is concerned, would be far worse.

Amiya : ......
Mr. Wei. Rhodes Island...

「I'll go. 」

Wei Yenwu : ......

Kal'tsit : ......

Amiya : Huh... Miss Ch'en?

Fumizuki : Ch'en?

Ch'en : I'll take care of it.

Wei Yenwu : You're a Lungmenite.

Ch'en : I can leave Lungmen.

Wei Yenwu : Superintendent Ch'en, don't play the hero. This isn't your responsibility.

Ch'en : If Lungmen needs a traitor, let it be me.
I'm sick of you, Wei Yenwu.
You and your precious city.
I stopped being a Lungmenite even before you dug your claws into the slums.

Wei Yenwu : Now is not the time for a debate on ethics.

Ch'en : What did they do? Why did you have to do that to them?

Wei Yenwu : "What did they do?"
Tell me, Miss Chen, what did they do?
Tell me, where was it Reunion hid themselves? Where was it they snuck into our city?
You trust the slum dwellers, but do they trust you? Where did that trust come from?
Have any of them, aside from your informants or Lin Kojui's ears, reported the Infected infiltrating their homes?

Ch'en : Things happened so fast! That doesn't mean anything!

Wei Yenwu : Did you receive even a single tip?

Ch'en : ......

Wei Yenwu : Yes or no?

Ch'en : No.

Wei Yenwu : Not one. Not a single person stepped up.
They don't trust you. They would rather put their faith in foreign provocateurs than the Rat King or the Superintendent of the L.G.D.

Ch'en : Maybe Reunion was threatening them. Reunion's Infected are known to be violent and dangerous.

Wei Yenwu : Did they forget that Lungmen has never raised a hand against them?
I don't blame them for supporting each other.
In fact, if the Infected didn't support each other, if they hated each other instead, the slums would have long since destroyed themselves.
But they could have opposed Reunion. They could have come together with the Rat King's people to fight the infiltrators, they could have asked for your help—

Ch'en : They don't trust—

Wei Yenwu : Exactly. They don't trust you. After all you've done for them. They still don't trust you.

Ch'en : We should have sent the L.G.D. into the slums long ago!

Wei Yenwu : It was the locals who didn't want the L.G.D. in the slums. They were the ones working against my L.G.D. time and time again.
Even as Lin Kojui and I worked so hard to root out the criminals and foreign agents from the slums, it was those same locals who scoffed at the sacrifices of our soldiers.
Was it Lungmen that rejected them?
Answer me, Miss Ch'en.

Ch'en : ......

Wei Yenwu : Look me in the eyes and answer me!

Ch'en : It's not their fault.

Wei Yenwu : Then whose, pray tell, is it?
How many times have I told you? You have the right to your own thoughts and opinions... provided you don't let them affect your work.
The L.G.D. is here to protect Lungmen. The Special Inspection Unit is here to guide the L.G.D. to protect Lungmen.
The slums you've done so much for have become a vulnerability that could lead to Lungmen's destruction.
Reunion exploited the Infected among them to distract us, letting our guard down to Chernobog.
The measures we took to fight off Reunion left us open to this maneuver by the core city.
And those Infected stood by and did nothing.
If Lungmen falls here, it is ultimately by their hand.

Ch'en : No...

Wei Yenwu : Who should be held responsible for turning Lungmen into a flashpoint? Who is responsible for lives lost and blood spilled?
So much destruction over a few neighborhoods... just because we didn't act in time.

Ch'en : When you say "act," do you mean—

Wei Yenwu : Whose fault is it?

Ch'en : ......

Wei Yenwu : Was it Lungmen that rejected them? No.
It was they who rejected Lungmen.

Ch'en : So you'll dispose of them?

Wei Yenwu : Indifference and a lack of vision already destroyed them. I have no reason to care for these people anymore.
Ch'en. We are all tainted with our innumerable mistakes.
Everyone makes mistakes. All we can do is fix them, or cover them up for a while.
There is always someone who can do what I can't. But for now, I still have things to do.

Ch'en : Everyone makes mistakes?
I know what you're saying.
The Infected are a mistake, as long as they exist in the city?

Wei Yenwu : ...Pigheaded girl.
Superintendent Ch'en, I have told you everything. Now do what you must.

Ch'en : Alright then. *Inhales*...
Wei Yenwu, what I must do, what the L.G.D. must do, is name who is at fault, and correct the mistake.
It seems that, according to your definition, I am at fault.
We could also say I am the mistake.
Because I am Infected.

Wei Yenwu : You–

Fumizuki : Ch'en?!

Amiya : Madam Ch'en...

Ch'en : There is no need to hide it anymore.
For three years, you've been hiding my infection from the world. Now that the Infected have no place in this city, neither do I.

Wei Yenwu : Nonsense!

Ch'en : She and I are both Infected. I don't belong here. I know what I must do, and I won't be making any more mistakes.
I'm the only one who can stop her.

「"Don't feel bad. I understand. We're sworn brothers, aren't we? Brothers... remember where we came from."
Sworn brothers ruined. 」

Ch'en : I am Infected, and a traitor to Lungmen. I am the only one who can do this.

「"I hate you. And I hate them. I should love you, but right now I hate every last one of you."
Blood relations ruined. 」

Ch'en : We've come this far. All we can do is keep going.

「"Why me? Why does it have to be me? Who could feel safe sitting here?"
Close family ruined. 」

Wei Yenwu : No.
If you leave this office today, Ch'en Hui-chieh... you will be an enemy of Lungmen. You will never again be allowed to set foot in this city.
And all that we've worked for together for the past ten years... will come to nothing.

Ch'en : Everything I worked for came to nothing as soon as you did what you did.
Lungmen is about to go up in flames. A battle is upon us. You have your ways, I have mine.
The only difference is, I'm not like you. I don't think anyone is a "mistake."

Wei Yenwu : I won't let this city fall. But I won't go in without a plan either.
Power is a tool, at the end of the day. If you are going to use this tool to tinker with the world, you have to conform to its expectations.

Ch'en : Um.

Wei Yenwu : Don't make a mockery of yourself, Inspector Ch'en.

Ch'en : ......?

Wei Yenwu : Laugh at that, and you're laughing at yourself.
I raised you to change it. I hoped that you would change this world to want more than prosperity and growth.

Ch'en : So, has it changed? Can it be changed? Does everything I've worked for actually mean anything?

Wei Yenwu : Even if it can't now, it must be someday.
You're going to make sure it can be changed.

<Background black>

Receptionist : Wait! Stop! Who are you?!
You can't go in there... security?! Where are the guards?! There's an intruder!

<Background 2>

[Wei's Shadow Guards enter the office. ]

??? : Lord Wei, we will act.

Wei Yenwu : Get out.

??? : Let us act!

Wei Yenwu : You shouldn't have come.

Ch'en : Heh... haha, ahahahaha...
Wei Yenwu, that's all it took to show your true colors? Your private army just shows up here in your office?

??? : Madam Ch'en, Lungmen is threatened!

Ch'en : Sounds like you have a strong sense of duty.
But I don't believe a word you say. If you have something for him, go ahead.

??? : Lord Wei... it is within our means to infiltrate the city, kill the mastermind, and stop the collision! We shall sacrifice our lives for the city, and lift this burden from thy shoulders!

Wei Yenwu : Get out!

??? : Lord Wei!

Ch'en : How about it, Wei Yenwu? Will you send them, or send me? Is that a tough choice?
Why is it you're so decisive when it comes to killing people and so indecisive when it's time to save them?
That's how it is now.
That's how it was then.
I didn't expect a chance at a proper goodbye.
I've thought about it many times, Wei Yenwu, but I never expected to give anyone a proper goodbye.
Miss Fumizuki, I'm sorry my mom treated you like that. Thank you for looking after me all these years. I've always thought of you as family.

Fumizuki : ...Ch'en?!

Wei Yenwu : Superintendent Ch'en!

Ch'en : Not anymore. This badge? You can have it back.

Wei Yenwu : Seize her!

Ch'en : You want to fight here first? To decide who's the real traitor?

??? : Superintendent Ch'en, the enemy is at our gates!

Ch'en : I'm Infected. I'm your greatest enemy.

??? : Cease and desist! Or I will show no mercy!

Ch'en : Who have you ever shown mercy?!

??? : ...Hng?!

Ch'en : Don't sound all high-and-mighty about things you can't do!

??? : Lord Wei, look out!

Ch'en : Chi Xiao – Rouse Qi!

「"Brother, if this sword is used to slay dragons, does it also work on Dracos?"
"It just might. Looks like I'll have to be more careful around you, haha..." 」

Kal'tsit : Her Arts... are overflowing?

Amiya : Doctor, get behind me! I'll block the Arts!

Kal'tsit : No... It'll just get torn apart by that kind of power.
She's not aiming for us. Get out of her range right now.

Amiya : Ah, okay!

Kal'tsit : Her Arts are beginning to expand. Back up!

Ch'en : —Release!

[Ch'en unsheathes the Chi Xiao sword at the Shadow Guards, but they narrowly blocked it. ]

??? : The dragonslaying sword... unsheathed?!
Tsk...!

Ch'en : You can block it with just your wrist?

??? : Most astute! I see your swordsmanship is sharper than ever, Superintendent!

Kal'tsit : ...Tempered Originium. Chi Xiao, huh? To think that they're still making weapons like that...

Amiya : Doctor, is that sword specifically forged to fight against energy-based Arts?
...At first, Madam Ch'en didn't even let me look at that sword. Was she envisioning a situation where I would be an enemy...?

Ch'en : Out of my way!

??? : Lord Wei, the Superintendent has chosen her path. I may not be able to block a second blow. Shall I put my life on the line?
Through my death, I assure you that Inspector Ch'en will remain in Lungmen. Though I cannot guarantee that she'll have her limbs intact, I can ensure that she lives.

Wei Yenwu : –Impermissible. You, fall back. Don't engage her directly!

??? : I shall immediately alert my brothers.

Ch'en : Planning to call reinforcements? Chi Xiao–!

Wei Yenwu : Cease!!

Ch'en : Gah..!

Wei Yenwu : Hui-chieh, are you going to use the cloud-splitting sword?

Ch'en : ......

Wei Yenwu : Don't forget, who taught you your swordsmanship and your Arts?
I never once thought to strip you of your swordsmanship, but I will no longer play nice at this point.
Don't force my hand, Ch'en Hui-chieh.

Ch'en : Do it then, Master Wei. Chi Xiao answers to me.
The day you gave me Chi Xiao, did you think I would slay you?
I won't use it to spill your blood, Wei Yenwu.

Wei Yenwu : ......

Ch'en : You think you're protecting me, right?
My mother died to depression. Talulah was taken away. I contracted Oripathy in the course of my work.
You think everything you've done was for the sake of protecting me, don't you? Is that because of your guilty conscience, or because of your confidence in your own strategies?

Wei Yenwu : I don't want to witness another tragedy ever again.

Ch'en : Liar!
Wei Yenwu, there are those who this sword seeks to kill... and those who it seeks to protect.
If she truly wishes to destroy Lungmen...!

Wei Yenwu : No... No. You must not go.

Ch'en : I never thought I would beat you and your Black Cloaks here.
...But there is more than one way out of here, Wei Yenwu.

??? : The window?!

Wei Yenwu : Ch'en Hui-chieh! Stop this foolishness! We're hundreds of meters above the ground.

Ch'en : This wouldn't be the first time I've used the window route. Or the second.

Wei Yenwu : —
Ch'en Hui-chieh, you must not go to her!

Fumizuki : Ahhh... Ch'en...!

Wei Yenwu : You mustn't repeat the same mistakes! You can't go down the same path we did!
If there's anyone who should die for this city, that person should be–

Ch'en : *Sigh.*
Uncle...
No... Wei Yenwu. Starting today, we are strangers.

<Background black>

「The sound of glass smashing echoed across the room, and Ch'en falls face-up from the tall building.
The lord of Lungmen let out a thunderous roar, and the man in the black poncho leapt toward the window like an arrow springing from a bowstring.
But Ch'en had already made up her mind. 」

Operation story: 7-3

Before operation

Summary

Based upon what other operators have said, Rosmontis's attitude towards the outside world seems to be different from that of ordinary people.
Elsewhere, as Ch'en prepares to take her leave, she finds her road forward blocked by Hoshiguma.

<Background 1>

「Uptown Lungmen 7:00 PM, Dusk 」

L.G.D. Officer : A secret arrest warrant? For Ch'en Sir?!
It's gotta be a mistake? There's no way...
Hey! Get back here! I asked you if this was a mistake or not!
Damn it, Ch'en Sir, what the hell... who's behind this?!
I have to find her. I have to hear her side of the story!

<Background 2>

Rat King : ...Yes. I understand.

Greytail : Anything else, Master?

Rat King : No. Go and do what I told you for now. When you're finished, find somewhere to lay low for a while.

Greytail : Got it.

Rat King : Now go. Hurry.
Ah.
—*Sigh*. It turns out there really is someone who can outplay Wei Yenwu.
Talulah, Talulah... is this really just fate?
Oh, Young Master, if you could see us now from up there, you also would not wish to see this, would you?
But alas, Lungmen's finally come to this.
But Hui-chieh... Hui-chieh! Be careful, Hui-chieh... You mustn't get yourself killed!

<Background 3>

「Lungmen Harbor Dock 7:20 PM 」

Herd : Guh... agh! Nng... grrgh...

Rhodes Island Operator : Damnit, there's still so many of them out there... I thought the L.G.D. was supposed to have this area under control?
Yesterday it was Reunion, today it's these weird Infected. Even we can't hold them off. And we can't use heavy-duty weapons inside the city...

[Rosmontis appears. ]

Rosmontis : Hello, Operators. Is that who we're fighting today?

Rhodes Island Operator : Rosmontis! Thank goodness, we're saved.

Rosmontis : They're Infected who have been twisted by Arts...? And we can't stop them?

Rhodes Island Operator : That's right. We mostly brought defense equipment, but I never expected that they'd shred through our steel cables and polyfiber nets like paper. We might have to bring in some military-grade weapons.
We're at our limits here, so we had no choice but to ask for backup from the landship. Thankfully, now that you're here, we might be able to turn the tides.
The Originium structure inside makes their bodies incredibly tough. We use suppressing fire to keep them under control. Also... our scans aren't picking up any signs of brain activity at all.
The main point there is, they're pretty much... already physically dead. They're just empty husks, propped up by Arts. It's unbelievably cruel...

Rosmontis : Whoever did this... has to pay.
But more importantly, at least you all are safe.
Let's make a plan. I'll... get them to settle down.

Doctor : You're going to fight?

Rosmontis : Yes.

Doctor : But you look...

Rhodes Island Operator : Doctor... have you never met Rosmontis before?

Rosmontis : Please stand aside, Doctor.

Rhodes Island Operator : Then, you might want to take a step back. I guarantee you've never seen anything like this.

Doctor : Is that a metal box from the landship flying by? / ...? / That thing floating in the air there, is your equipment?

Rosmontis : It's mine.
Operator, please describe your impressions of the target.

Rhodes Island Operator : Hold on, I'll check the manual... Okay, the target's, uh, a large group of active, restless individuals?
They're moving as a group with no clear objective. Their general trend is clear, but with no set route. That should be good enough, right?

Rosmontis : Received. I'll handle this.
Dr. Kal'tsit was very clear, once we finish with this, Rhodes Island is to leave Lungmen immediately...!

<Background 1>

[Ch'en rushes through the flats... ]

Hoshiguma : Evening, old friend.

[...until Hoshiguma shows up before her. ]

Ch'en : Hoshiguma...? What are you doing here? How about your injuries?

Hoshiguma : I'm an Oni. Those scratches are long gone.

Ch'en : Good. Now, I–
Hold on. Were you waiting for me here?

Hoshiguma : That dune buggy you're pushing is a new model from Rim Billiton, right?
"Great for off-road performance. Dustproof, climbs hills with ease, incredible range and fuel efficiency. Minimal environmental impact with maximum comfort." That one?

Ch'en : ...

Hoshiguma : Yeah, sorry. I saw that ad on the terminal a million times. Guess it got stuck in the old noggin.
It's a damn good buggy though. I'm not even into off-roading and I'd like to get one.

Ch'en : What are you trying to say?

Hoshiguma : You look like hell, Ch'en. Where do you plan on going?

Ch'en : How did you know I'd be here...?

Hoshiguma : You come here every time you want to sneak out of the city. Remember, I also know every nook and cranny of this place.
The L.G.D. issued an arrest warrant.

Ch'en : But that's not what you're here for.

Hoshiguma : Of course not. I know exactly what kind of person you are.

Ch'en : This is my only way out of Lungmen.
I stayed dark the whole way. If the whole L.G.D. knew me half as well as you do...

Hoshiguma : Then you'll never make it out of Lungmen.

Ch'en : ...Excuse me?
What do you mean by that?

Hoshiguma : They're just like me. They don't want you to go.

Ch'en : Hoshiguma... are you going to stop me?
Why you, of all people, Hoshiguma?!

Hoshiguma : Of course I am, Ch'en. I'm an L.G.D. inspector, and more importantly, your friend.
Did you serious plan to wander off and play the lone hero on a grand adventure? That is precisely why I cannot let you leave.

Ch'en : You're a Lungmenite, Hoshiguma!
This is our last chance. If Wei Yenwu has it his way, more people are going to die!

Hoshiguma : And your way is better?

Ch'en : ...
They call you "Madame Oni." They trust you to take care of the Lungmen they love so much. Let me go, Hoshiguma.

Hoshiguma : ...Hah.
Do they really love Lungmen, Ch'en?

Ch'en : You–

Hoshiguma : Me? I'm old school.
Comics, movies, booze, rainy streets, some guy running by without an umbrella. I like my stuff retro, just not bikes.
People say some stuff goes out of style quick. Ch'en, can we really outrun time itself?
I can't. No way. It moves too fast. That chase has crushed so much of what I cared about.
This is all I have left. A yellowed splotch, a tear, a dog-eared page. I've got names for 'em all.
And it sucks. I hate how time took all these people from me.
They died horrible, miserable deaths, sacrificing themselves to try to find a place in this world. But me?
I simply watched them all vanish into dust. Some of them? I smashed their dreams to pieces with these very two hands.
They didn't love Lungmen. They simply had nowhere else to go. And in the end, that was my fault.
You're not going anywhere, Ch'en.

Ch'en : ...
Ah Faat died, all those people died for Lungmen... You're going to pretend you never saw any of that?

Hoshiguma : Don't act like you knew them.
They were with me a lot longer than you. I knew them much better than you.

Ch'en : It's my duty to protect Lungmen. No matter who stands in my way, it's my duty. That hasn't changed.

Hoshiguma : So you're still Superintendent Ch'en? And who gave you this duty?

Ch'en : I did.

Hoshiguma : ...Is that just something you wanted to hear yourself say?
Look at you. You're gonna save Lungmen all by yourself? One woman against all of Reunion? Your temper tantrum won't get you that far.
It's funny. You're the one who always carried out Mr. Wei's orders, because you could relate with him. Now I'm the one who relates with him a bit better, and I'm the one carrying out his orders. How the tables have turned.
I've seen the gist of Mr. Wei's plans. If someone has to die, Mr. Wei thinks it ought to be him. You're carrying the Ch'en family's blood. Once all this blows over, no one's coming after you.

Ch'en : You mean, he–

Hoshiguma : Mr. Wei would rather he die than you.

Ch'en : You give him too much credit.

Hoshiguma : Maybe you don't give him enough, Ch'en.

Ch'en : If he wants to die, he's welcome to it. But what will that get us? What's the point? Will it prevent a war? Will it get Lungmen out of this mess?

Hoshiguma : If he dies, it'll get some of the blame off Lungmen. I think all the blame will pretty much vanish into thin air, actually.

Ch'en : You really think it'll be that easy?

Hoshiguma : Nothing's ever that easy. That's why he wants you running the L.G.D.
You'll get his job and be Chief of the L.G.D. sooner or later. After that, you'll become the boss of the entire city.
There's been a lot of rot left behind, and you should be the one to clean it out.
I get what Mr. Wei wants from you. Though he's been waiting for a long time, I can tell that his beliefs and methods haven't changed from the day I met him.

Ch'en : ...

Hoshiguma : Lungmen still needs you. And she doesn't want you in danger.

Ch'en : I'm just so disgusted.

Hoshiguma : Mr. Wei's death may not matter to you. But once he's gone, you can change this city.

Ch'en : I have to tell you something, Hoshiguma. It's the reason I don't belong here.

Hoshiguma : Don't mess with me, Ch'en. No one's more Lungmen than you.

Ch'en : I'm an Infected.

Hoshiguma : ...What?
...
...Since when...?

Ch'en : Three years ago.

Hoshiguma : You've been hiding it from me?

Ch'en : I didn't mean to...

Hoshiguma : How come you didn't even tell me...?

Ch'en : Wei Yenwu didn't want anyone to know. We couldn't have an Infected in the L.G.D. So I couldn't be Infected.
Hoshiguma, there is no place for the Infected here. Or anywhere else in the world.
I've had enough of Wei Yenwu controlling us. I'm not going to be his tool anymore.

Hoshiguma : No. I get it.
I finally... actually, really get it, Ch'en. I know exactly why you can't leave Lungmen.

Ch'en : ...What?

Hoshiguma : If you leave and go to that core city, Mr. Wei would have to brand you an enemy. Not just an enemy, but a dangerous Infected enemy working against Lungmen...
The whole city would know you're Infected. They might even think you're working with Reunion.
And that'll be the end of it. You'll never be able to come back.

Ch'en : I don't care.

Hoshiguma : That's my line.
"You're Infected? I don't care."
I don't care. Missy doesn't care. Nine doesn't care. The L.G.D. doesn't care.
Not even Mr. Wei cares. He wants you to change this place. He doesn't want you gone.

Ch'en : You didn't see how ruthlessly he treated the Infected. I did.
And Nine? She's already gone. She quit the L.G.D. because she was Infected too.

Hoshiguma : ...Nine too...?

Ch'en : You know, Nine and I might've contracted Oripathy on the same mission.
She went undercover for me in Reunion... And then, because of Reunion, she abandoned Lungmen.
Because she saw the truth of this city.

Hoshiguma : But you didn't betray Lungmen. I'm not letting you take the fall for a crime you didn't commit.

Ch'en : Hoshiguma, why do you think... I'm going to the core city?

Hoshiguma : I've never been good at guessing games. Just get to the point.

Ch'en : Heh...
Do you know who's leading Reunion?

Hoshiguma : I forgot her name.

Ch'en : Talulah.
Missy didn't tell you?

Hoshiguma : Tell me what?

Ch'en : Talulah is my sister.

<Background 1>

Hoshiguma : Oh. Ohhh... Hah. I get it.
Ch'en, you're not going today.

Ch'en : ...Why...? Is my sister, my family... not important enough?!

Hoshiguma : That's why...
That's why I can't let you go.
Even if I have to die here. I'm not letting you go.

Ch'en : ...
That's not for you to decide, Hoshiguma.

Hoshiguma : Hannya can decide.

Ch'en : –No matter what stands in my way, whether it's a Catastrophe, a shield, or an Oni, I'm not giving in!

Hoshiguma : The blacksmith who cast this shield had his whole family killed by a gang of wandering Onis. His fury is much more toxic than any Catastrophe.
The blood that stains this shield, and the tragedy it represents... is much more wicked than any Catastrophe.
Ch'en, Mr. Wei isn't a good man. We can kick his ass together.
Whatever you want to do, I'll do it with you. You want my Columbian Big Single 70 vv? It's yours.
Ch'en, now's not the time. Don't go. Don't force me to do this. It's all I ask.

Ch'en : Force you? Why are you talking like Wei Yenwu...? I don't like it.
When Wei did what he did... no.
When he betrayed his brother, failed my mother, and put this city to sleep under his cloud of wickedness, that's when I decided to do this.

Hoshiguma : You might think that stuff has anything to do with you, but I don't think so.

Ch'en : What do you mean...?

Hoshiguma : What he did, what he did for you, and what you should be doing, none of it is connected.
That's what Mr. Wei was hoping for. He didn't want to play the bad guy. He's not power-hungry...
He gave you the sword.

Ch'en : ...You don't get it.

Hoshiguma : Understand what?
It wasn't just one time. It happened again, and again, and again... I destroyed my home, I destroyed my family.
Covered horn to toe in blood every time, I fought to the bitter end, until I was the only one left standing.
Because that's what I thought was right. And they were wrong.
I found myself asking a lot if I really deserved to live.
I don't. But I lived anyway. I just can't live for myself anymore.
Putting yourself out because of some concept of right and wrong... that's the dumbest thing a person can do.
And I've dealt with the regret my whole life.
You think you're the only one who's got a lot of baggage, Miss Ch'en?

Ch'en : Stop talking like that!

Hoshiguma : ...So why can't you understand me, even a little bit?
We've been through so much together, all these years. There's still something you can't tell me?

Ch'en : I've got my baggage and you've got yours. We both know that. Even so...
What is there you still don't understand? I never pulled any of you into this! How can you say I don't understand you?!

Hoshiguma : Because I've seen too many people die for nothing.
I don't care who you are. I just care where you're going.
I'm not letting you go. This is all on the leader of Reunion. You can't change the situation. You'll just die for nothing too.
No one wants to see that. Not the L.G.D., not Lungmen.

Ch'en : –Thank you, Hoshiguma.
But I'm still going.

Hoshiguma : Really?

Ch'en : If we have to fight, you should know I'm not scared of you.

Hoshiguma : You really have to go, huh? You feeling like your heart is hard as iron right now?
I told you before, you're lost in your own thoughts, you lost sight of everything around you, of everything everyone's done for you.
Your stubbornness is only gonna get you hurt.

Ch'en : Hmph.

Hoshiguma : Fine. I guess you'll have to take a beating before you can learn, like a young Hoshiguma, that being a stubborn ass is just a stupid impulse.
If you want to fight, Ch'en... Then let's do it. Show me everything you've learned in the last two years.

Ch'en : Stop. Talking. Like. That.

<Background black>

Rosmontis : EX-42 Long-Range Originium Arts Control Device, Operator Rosmontis, requesting approval.

PRTS : Approved for use in defensive operations. Removal approved.
User: Annihilation Specialist, Elite Operator Rosmontis. Activation approved.

Rosmontis : Okay. I'm going.
Please tell Closure for me, about the Rhodes Island landship startup.

Rhodes Island Operator : Hurry, Doctor, get in the cabin. Don't watch.
If you get hit by Rosmontis's shrapnel, you’re pretty much a goner.

After operation

Summary

Hoshiguma is powerless to stop Ch'en.
In Wei Yenwu's office, Rhodes Island finally reaches a deal with the Chief, thanks to some help from Fumizuki. Rhodes Island will assist Lungmen, and Ch'en.

<Background black>

「Uptown Lungmen 7:20 PM 」

<Background 1>

[Ch'en was forced to fight Hoshiguma. ]

Ch'en : *Pant* *pant*...

Hoshiguma : ...You're pretty serious about this.
Real unexpected. Never would've thought... that you'd be able to make me bleed.

Ch'en : We... have never... been able to walk away... from our past.
Hoshiguma, you've always been a part of this city. But... not me. I've always been running.
I don't think I'll ever be able to stand this place.

Hoshiguma : It turned into another one of these in the end.
I can't stop you. Go.

Ch'en : ...
Sorry, Hoshiguma.
After I'm gone, please go to the slums for me. The people there are panicked and confused. Someone from the L.G.D. has to protect them.
If some Infected kids give you a toy bear...
Keep it. An Ursus girl named Misha taught them how to make those bears. She died, because we failed her.

Hoshiguma : Okay. I will.

Ch'en : I'm sorry. I owe you one.

Hoshiguma : I don't need your apologies. Honestly, you're no good at them.

Ch'en : Hoshiguma...

Hoshiguma : ...I think we're done here.
Go! And don't come back.

Ch'en : —
...Take care of yourself.

<Background black>

Hoshiguma : "Can't stand this place?"
...How many people care about this city as much as you do?
Bullshit...

<Background 1>

[An L.G.D. officer rushes into Hoshiguma. ]

L.G.D. Officer : Inspector Hoshiguma!
...Huh? Inspector, y-you're hurt? Who could have...
Oh, yes, we just saw, err, Madame Ch'en—

Hoshiguma : Oh, that, sorry.
Do you guys have a second to talk?

L.G.D. Officer : Inspector... you're disobeying orders too?

Hoshiguma : ...I wouldn't put it that way.

<Background 4>

Wei Yenwu : Get out.

??? : Yes, Lord Wei.

Wei Yenwu : I told you... not to call me that.

??? : As you wish. We await your orders.

[The Shadow Guards leave. ]

Fumizuki : ...
Miss Kal'tsit and Young Amiya, before you speak, could I have a word with him?

Amiya : Yes, go ahead, Miss Fumizuki.

Kal'tsit : All yours.

Fumizuki : We've been together for years now, Wei Yenwu.

Wei Yenwu : Why talk about this– Why now?

Fumizuki : One look in your eyes and I can tell what you're thinking.

Wei Yenwu : ...Fumizuki.

Fumizuki : Now, now. I've always been able to tell.
I know Lungmen means the world to you. I know all that you've given her. I know about the dreams you have for her.

Wei Yenwu : No, Fumizuki...

Fumizuki : But this, today, this isn't what you want, is it?
Ah, gomen.[note 1] I'm not referring to our current dilemma.
What I mean is... this prosperity that you've given everything for.
You lost two loved ones. Actually, I think you said it was three. Maybe dozens?
Surely you couldn't bear to lose your niece as well.

Wei Yenwu : She loathes the Shadow Guard. If I send them to retrieve her, she will fight them to the death.

Fumizuki : No, Wei Yenwu... That's not what I mean.
Won't you regret it? If you let them both die in some foreign city?
So what if they're Infected? Are they not your nieces?
If we had children of our own, is this how you would treat them...?

Wei Yenwu : All that I've done, I've done for the sake of our land. I never intended for Ch'en Hui-chieh to do my work for me.

Fumizuki : But that's how she is!
No. Keeping the truth from her only deepens the cut. It only makes her feel like she doesn't belong here...
Your expectations of her, they're too distant, and too difficult.

Wei Yenwu : But can I stop, at this point?
I have struggled against the men behind me and the city below me for so long, and this is all I have to show for it.
Would Lungmen allow me to stop?
That is what she wanted. To get to the source of our problems. She wanted to change this city into something completely unlike the city under my rule.
All I did was teach her how to get there, what she would have to do, and what she would have to give up.

Fumizuki : All right, that's enough rationalizing. You're giving me a headache.
I'll go bring her home myself. I won't sit back and watch her die.
I will do what you cannot.

Wei Yenwu : Nonsense! I won't allow it...!
I have plans to bring her back. And you, Fumizuki, are not to set foot outside this building.

Fumizuki : Oh? You'll stop me?
Damare, kono yarou![note 2]

Kal'tsit : Whew.

Amiya : Huh? Doctor, what did Miss Fumizuki say?

Kal'tsit : It's been a long time since I've heard such angry Higashinese.

Fumizuki : Have you forgotten who I am, Wei Yenwu?

Wei Yenwu : Even I have my limits, Fumizuki.

Fumizuki : Have you forgotten who you are?

Wei Yenwu : Fumizuki...!

Amiya : ...Doctor, I think...
(Mr. Wei might really care for Miss Fumizuki?)

Kal'tsit : (The same may also go for Fumizuki. Maybe...)

<Background fades out and in>

Fumizuki : Now then, on to our friends from Rhodes Island. How much will it cost for you to help Lungmen, and our Ch'en?
I'll cover it myself.

Wei Yenwu : You...

Amiya : You're really going to hire us like this, Miss Fumizuki?

Fumizuki : I am.
It may be improper to say, but my husband is not exactly in top form today.
Or I might say, our opponent's plans have gone beyond anything we might have predicted, and included all that he holds dear.
They have a complete understanding of both Lungmen, and Wei Yenwu.

Wei Yenwu : Fumizuki, that's enough!

Fumizuki : Who are you to say what's enough?!
Doctor, name your price. I can pay.

Kal'tsit : I understand everything you've said here, Miss Fumizuki. And money won't be necessary. But I need you two to hear me out.

Wei Yenwu : ...Doctor.

Kal'tsit : Maybe this isn't the place to say it, but if I can speak freely, Lungmen needs some outside assistance.
Can I continue, Miss Fumizuki?

Fumizuki : By all means. I don't let words get to me.

Wei Yenwu : ...Nonsense...

Kal'tsit : Rhodes Island is only a pharmaceutical company.
But the world is a tough place. It doesn't let up on any of us. Especially a pharmaceutical company like ours that tends to make a lot of enemies be it in business, geopolitics, or otherwise.
We wander the cracks between countries because we have no other choice.
When all the forces of the world align to put pressure on us, we need our own special methods to handle them...
But if our methods are to work– We need the forces acting against us to have a shred of sense left in their thick skulls.
So when there comes a day like today, where anything could happen, Rhodes Island has to be ready with the right response.

Wei Yenwu : Get to the point.

Kal'tsit : I have a proposal.

Wei Yenwu : I hope it's a good one.

Kal'tsit : I'm not sure if I should be disclosing this information to you, Mr. Wei.
You must know, with Lungmen's strength and your talents, you could annihilate Rhodes Island with a snap of your fingers.
No matter how advanced our equipment may be, there is nothing we could do against your forces.
If we act against you, Rhodes Island is as good as dead.
...

Wei Yenwu : Go on. Dr. Kal'tsit, Miss Amiya, rest assured I have no energy to direct at Rhodes Island anymore.
So please, proceed.

Kal'tsit : Very well.
When we first met, Mr. Wei, you were very curious about our military capabilities.
I can admit now, as I just said, Rhodes Island is no match for Lungmen in this respect.
However, no matter how strong a force may be, it can be limited by the circumstances it finds itself in. It's largely a difference of degree.
Even your men can't project power with their hands tied. Even if you step onto the battlefield personally, the enemy still has something to use against you.
The truth is, a colleague of mine once saw the Duke of Kashchey at a fundraising banquet with his adopted daughter.
This wasn't a slave market or some noble bacchanal. It was an event for those who represent the many movers and shakers of our world.

Wei Yenwu : ...
...Continue.

Kal'tsit : I'm sure you can guess what happened next, Mr. Wei. Many young people proved their value that night, with the ideas and theories that they espoused–
But Talulah did not. Neither my colleagues nor I ever expected that she would become the leader of Reunion.
In fact... we should have realized that the Duke of Kashchey only shows himself when necessary, to do what is necessary. Otherwise, he stays out of sight.
Kashchey won't tip his hand in exchange for assistance, and neither will Talulah. I'm sure you know their relationship much better than we do, Mr. Wei.
The Duke of Kashchey never made her a slave or a hostage.

Wei Yenwu : She is his successor.

Fumizuki : Oh?

Wei Yenwu : Your observations confirm my suspicions, Dr. Kal'tsit. Talulah is Kashchey's successor.

Kal'tsit : Correct. Mr. Wei...
The Duke of Kashchey knows what you have, and what you're capable of. Talulah may as well.
You can leave this in our hands now, Mr. Wei. We have what it takes to handle this situation.
Like Amiya told you before, the official agreement between Lungmen and Rhodes Island is over.
By now, the Rhodes Island landship has left Lungmen's port. What we do from here on has nothing to do with Lungmen.
Is that acceptable, Amiya?

Amiya : ...Yes.
Mr. Wei. We... won't concern ourselves with the future of Lungmen, or your personal business.
But all this is the result of someone conspiring to exploit the Infected, and we will fight it with all our might.
If you'll permit us to act, and if you can promise you won't act against us in any way—
Then the battle to come is our battle, Rhodes Island's battle.

Wei Yenwu : I won't rely on the Infected. I don't trust the Infected. The only difference between you and Reunion is that you haven't turned against Lungmen... yet.
What was Reunion like before? Even if we don't remember, someone does. They weren't anything like this.
You can dress up your schemes in fancy words, just as Reunion can shout from the rooftops that they will be the ones to deliver the Infected from their fate. In the end, they still ended up being cannon fodder for Ursus.
In short order, Ursus will snuff out the fire that is Reunion.
Will you be the next Reunion? Who can say? When will you bare your fangs and turn against us?
What's more, I doubt you have the strength to deal with Kashchey's successor.
That Duke of Kashchey... only Lungmen has successfully opposed him over all these years.

Kal'tsit : Mr. Wei, you intend to personally lead your forces to attack the Chernobog core city, correct?

Wei Yenwu : Don't make blind conjectures.

Kal'tsit : What you just told me, Mr. Wei, is revealing. You think you're the only one who can handle this situation.
It's true that Lungmen has the raw power to do it, and you've also overcome the machinations of Ursus.
And this time, you intend to sacrifice yourself to nullify the declaration of war on Ursus.
As Miss Fumizuki said, you feel you've betrayed your principles, and you hope to end it all with your death.

Wei Yenwu : I've made so many mistakes. My death can't pay for them all. I don't even know who I'd be paying.

Kal'tsit : Nevertheless, Mr. Wei, are you so certain that, after your death, no one will bear you any ill will?

Wei Yenwu : Lungmen is strategically important to Yan. Thanks to my protection, it will continue to prosper.

Kal'tsit : I was referring to Lady Fumizuki.

Amiya : (Dr. Kal'tsit... Show some tact!)

Fumizuki : Dr. Kal'tsit?! What are you saying?!

Kal'tsit : I meant what I said, Mr. Wei. I'm afraid your wife will suffer because of your actions. Even if you're dead, she is your widow. She'll still know everything you knew.
Since someone is forcing you to act against your will, I believe, this sort of thing... is to be expected.
I have a feeling that particular individual won't be so magnanimous.

Fumizuki : That's enough, Dr. Kal'tsit! You're way out of line. I can't...

Wei Yenwu : You're saying that even if I do this, I still won't be able to protect Fumizuki.

Kal'tsit : And it may not end with Miss Fumizuki.

Fumizuki : ...I can go too. Death is the worst that can happen...

Wei Yenwu : Fumizuki!

Fumizuki : *Sigh*.

Wei Yenwu : Speak, Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : For the sake of your beloved city... And your beloved people...
I am begging you, Lord Wei. Leave this to the experts.
We may be powerless against a standing army, but we know the Infected.
We know what they want, and what they don't.
Only the Infected can face the Infected.

Wei Yenwu : —
So, what do you want? Leader of Rhodes Island, Dr. Kal'tsit?
You're not a charity. Attacking the core city is tantamount to throwing an egg at a boulder. It will be ruinously expensive, and may be utterly futile.

Kal'tsit : You understand our position, Mr. Wei.

Wei Yenwu : At this point, it benefits us both to speak plainly.

Amiya : More than your agreement with our battle plan, Mr. Wei, we need your guarantee.
Considering you may change your mind in the future... We need your promise, for now.
Because I believe that Lungmen and your family, and Madame Ch'en, are worth that promise.

Wei Yenwu : ...

Amiya : We don't need your money, Miss Fumizuki. Your kindness and your attitude toward the Infected are enough for us to execute this operation free of charge.

Fumizuki : (Little rabbit...)

Amiya : Huh?

Fumizuki : (Gives a thumbs-up)

Amiya : ...??

Wei Yenwu : I agree. Until the end of the Lungmen-Chernobog conflict, we, Lungmen, will not in any way interfere in Rhodes Island's affairs.
And it looks to me like the good Dr. Kal'tsit has more yet to say.
Speak up. I can endure it, for the time being. Because I need Rhodes Island to save one very specific Infected.

Kal'tsit : ...Then, I have another proposal.

Wei Yenwu : Name your price.

Kal'tsit : Twenty years ago, Edward Artorius, father of Talulah Artorius, died here in Lungmen.
I would like Mr. Wei to lend us his remains.

Notes

ごめん; "Sorry" in Japanese

黙れ、この野郎！; "Shut up, you bastard!" in Japanese)

Operation story: 7-4

Before operation

Summary

Back in Rhodes Island, Amiya does an excellent job of mobilizing the teams.
Throughout a conversation, the Doctor's relationship with Kal'tsit seems to improve.

<Background 1>

「Rhodes Island Bridge 6:00 AM 」

Amiya : Attention, our outstanding operators, I have some important information to report to everyone in Rhodes Island. This is Amiya.
As of last night, Rhodes Island has officially left Lungmen.
In light of recent developments, the trade agreement between us and Lungmen has been cancelled. We no longer have any reason or standing to remain inside the city.
Fortunately, we've already purchased a lot of supplies from Lungmen, which will sustain our operations for a while.
Unfortunately... Some of our operators will shortly be going deep into Chernobog's core city.
An extremely tough battle awaits us there.
...Many may think that war is a distant concern to us.
War, they may say, is a conflict between two countries, and has nothing to do with a pharmaceutical company.
But war... I think war has never left us.
We have always been in a war. The long war of injustice against the Infected, the war that drives people to hate one another.
To develop an effective treatment for Oripathy and give the Infected a chance to use it, our medics have poured countless hours into their research.
Likewise, it has always been our goal to provide the most advanced medical treatment to those here who suffer from Oripathy, inhibiting and slowing the progression of Oripathy.
But that is far from enough. Before we can achieve these goals, we must face the ever-growing conflicts between the Infected and uninfected.
The enemies of the Infected will not see them treated. And each crime they commit against the Infected aggravates the tensions between the groups.
All while others exploit and enslave the Infected for their own profit.
There are those who oppose us and even attack us, solely because we seek a cure for Oripathy... We have suffered this in the past.
Imagine... Imagine if we develop a medicine to treat this disease, but never have a chance to administer it to the Infected. What then?
Our enemy is not only "Oripathy." There is no safety for us standing back from this war anymore.
Two weeks ago, Reunion and Rhodes Island engaged in a violent confrontation. Many of our operators sacrificed themselves in Chernobog.
...a story we have seen unfold far too many times.
But if every sacrifice demands vengeance from us, then we will be locked into an endless cycle of revenge. Countless lives... will be taken.
Taken by our enemies, and taken by our own hands.
Our struggle with Reunion cannot rest upon hatred. If we are able to negotiate with them, we will demand from them an explanation, and hold them accountable for their actions.
But Reunion is still gripped by their madness, even today. They have taken control of Chernobog's core city, and are driving it into Lungmen.
Even stranger, Ursus has not surrendered its territorial control of the core city.
They retain a territorial claim on Chernobog, even with it under Reunion's control, even when Ursus never...
Even when Ursus never took action as this entire incident unfolded. The Empire of Ursus ignored the atrocities committed in Chernobog, and made no effort to stop them whatsoever.
...They abandoned their own citizens.
This has led me to conclude that Ursus has conspired to bring about these events. A collision with the core city will spark an international war. A war between Ursus and Yan—
By then, it will be too late.
No matter who stands behind Reunion, no matter how hard they've pushed, no matter who the real mastermind behind all this is: there will be only one truth laid grimly at our feet.
—"The Infected caused this war."
No matter the outcome of the war, the Infected will always be the scapegoat.
They will face even more brutal oppression, more miserable lives, and... an eternal, fiery hatred.
If that comes to pass, all Rhodes Island has done will come to nothing. There won't be a single country in the world that will allow us to treat the Infected, or allow them a normal life.
Indeed... this is an unavoidable part of our protracted war on Oripathy.
Rhodes Island has always been fighting this war. And it's a difficult war to win.
But despite that, we will never give up.
We will fight the fanatics with reason, and enmity with clever strategy. We will press on, because no one wants to see a bitter end to our efforts.
So we will stop Reunion. We will stop the Chernobog core city from colliding with Lungmen.
I hope those of you staying here on the landship will look after Rhodes Island. Whether or not we return, Rhodes Island will fight on.
Right. Situation normal.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Phew...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Great speech!

Amiya : Oh, um, thanks, Doctor!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Um? Doctor, is there something on my face? I didn't leave crumbs on it, did I?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You make a charming orator.

Amiya : Yeah!
...Wait? What?!

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : Was it maybe too gloomy?

Amiya : ...Yes, some other operators will think so too. They said, at times like these, we should be boosting morale.
But I thought about it and realized we're not that kind of team. It's not about good or bad morale for us. We need to understand what it is we're doing.
The harder things get, the more we need to tell everyone the truth. We can't be making our decisions blind.
What could be more dangerous than walking around this world blindfolded...?

Doctor : I heard Madame Ch'en left Lungmen.

Amiya : ...It's true. I'm thinking Madame Ch'en will probably steal into the core city alone.
Lungmen, the Infected, her bloodline... Madame Ch'en is a complicated person, with a lot of contradictions tied up inside her.
But even carrying around all that, she still didn't give up, she didn't run away. She carried it all with her into Chernobog.
She's not afraid of betrayal, exile, or death.
Dr. {nickname}, Madame Ch'en is Infected.

Doctor : What?! / Huh... / I knew it all along.

Amiya : Yes.
Doctor, when we get to the core city, we're also going to do what we can to rescue her.
Not only because she... not only because Madame Ch'en is our friend, and not entirely because someone hired us to do it.
Madame Ch'en will not face Reunion alone. We will stand with her.
Everything she worked so hard to protect, and the painful silence she forced on herself... We will help her, because we both want the same thing.

Doctor : Sounds pretty generous? / ...... / I thought you'd be more scared of that hard-ass.

Amiya : Ah, haha. Doctor, that look on your mask... it's funny.
I've doubted Madame Ch'en before. I took her for the type who couldn't change.
But when she reached out to help the Infected, I saw it. I saw the color of her heart.

Doctor : I've never heard anything like that before. / ...... / That's an interesting turn of phrase.

Amiya : Oh, err, it's just how I'd describe it!
I don't really know how to explain what I see... and it wouldn't be right to transmit it to people directly.
But to protect the Infected in a moving city, to keep to that ideal is... heroic.
Madame Ch'en isn't a cold-blooded person.
She's stern and strict, but that's exactly why her sense of justice forces her to fight against the darkness in this world.
Even if she's never said so herself.
So, we'll go.

Doctor : Sure. I made that promise myself! / Okay. / There's someone else who wanted me to stop Reunion.

Amiya : ...Dr. {nickname}, are you talking about...
Oh...
...Miss FrostNova...
...right.
And... Misha.
If there's something we can do to prevent a repeat of Misha's tragedy, to bring some comfort to FrostNova and her men, and...
To help even more people, to stop the birth of new sorrow in this land, we will do it.

[Kal'tsit enters the bridge. ]

Kal'tsit : I've sent both of you the information.
This will be the first time the three of us have taken command together.

Doctor : You're going to work with me? / ...... / Am I supposed to be excited?

Kal'tsit : You could always stay here. It's up to you. I can't force you.

Amiya : ...Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : I'm listening.

Amiya : I hope you can set aside whatever preconceptions you have of Dr. {nickname}.
And I hope you'll set aside whatever prejudices you may have toward Dr. Kal'tsit, Dr. {nickname}... from the things she's said before. At least for the time being.
Dr. {nickname} has amnesia. Rhodes Island has no reliable treatment to restore the Doctor's memory in just two short weeks.
So everything that the Doctor is now is the product of new understanding and cognition.
Dr. Kal'tsit, I hope you can look at this Dr. {nickname} in a new light.
And Dr. {nickname}, I don't want you doubting Dr. Kal'tsit's intentions just because of what she's said.
She's the person that...
...you can rely on the most. Whether you trust her or not, she is.

Kal'tsit : Hmph.

Amiya : Please promise me, both of you.

Doctor : What else can I do? / ...... / Looks like I have no choice.

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}.
Water under the bridge isn't an option for us. Morality won't turn us into better people.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit...

Kal'tsit : I'm not refusing your proposal, Amiya.
It's just, forgiveness as a form of kindness, of waiving your right to anger, will only make us weak beyond measure.
I will not waive that right.
But for now, I'll shelve my prejudices. Let's deal with the core city first.
Once and for all.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Amiya, I'm standing next to you.

Amiya : Right... okay.
No, it's not like I think that's a bad thing! I'm just... err, a little slow on the uptake.
...I trust that you'll be there for me when it counts, Doctor.
But what I wanted back before was for you to guide me, and take care of everything that I couldn't do in those difficult times...
I used to think that with the Doctor at my side, I could be brave.

Kal'tsit : Amiya.

Amiya : Oh, um... I'm okay, Dr. Kal'tsit. I've learned not to rely on other people anymore.
But Doctor, just the Doctor... I really thought like that.
Now, Doctor, we stand shoulder to shoulder. Ever since you came back to me, I've been waiting for the chance... to tell you... to tell you...
I've grown up. I don't need you, or Dr. Kal'tsit, or... um... I don't need you to protect me anymore.

Kal'tsit : ......

Amiya : I'll get the results to prove that you were right to trust in me, Doctor. I promise.
Hey! Shoulder to shoulder is just an expression. Don't call me short! I'm still growing...! Ugh! I'll be as tall as you in no time, Doctor!
...I'm just happy, Doctor. Yeah... just... very happy.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Kal'tsit : ......

Amiya : ......

PRTS : I am detecting a cold silence. Would you like me to raise the control room temperature a bit?

Amiya : I don't mind if the Doctor doesn't want to share.
I don't want to pry...
I get it. We... we all need our own space.
It's just, Doctor, even if it's just a little...

Kal'tsit : Amiya, you don't have to take that.
Dr. {nickname} has certain skills, and lacks certain skills. And skills need time to recover. Dr. {nickname} will make the right choice at the right time.
I hope that the Doctor has not forgotten everything that has happened since rejoining us.
–If I can be allowed that hope.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, that's too much...!
The Doctor just doesn't like to mince words. I'm know you go straight to the root of the problem, right?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Look forward to working with you, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : —
If you're willing.
I didn't think it would be this easy. Honestly, I was even expecting you to weave in some traps and pitfalls among your words.
...But what's the harm?
I look forward to working with you, Dr. {nickname}.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : What's the plan?

Amiya : Oh, yeah...!
Um, which part of the plan are you asking about, Doctor?

Doctor : First, we'll need a way into the core city. / How do we get there? / We just walk up to Talulah and introduce ourselves, right?

Kal'tsit : Rhodes Island does have its own way of doing things.
Take a look at the report. I'll cover every part of the plan.
In four hours, we'll trigger a small sandstorm in the path of the Chernobog core city.

<Background 2>

「10:00 AM, Wilderness 」

Nearl : Number one!

Engineering Operator : Compressor number one powered!

Nearl : Number two!

Firewatch : Ammunition stockpile number two ready.

Nearl : Number three.

Engineering Operator : Wind pump number three, camouflage... camouflage in place!
Is the camouflage going to work...?

Firewatch : The Chernobog core city command tower has a wide line of sight. This won't work without camouflage.
They didn't even try to hide the fact that the core city was basically designed as a warship. The Empire thrives through violence and conquest.

Engineering Operator : Damn... So this is just how the Empire of Ursus designs things?

Firewatch : Designs put ideas into peoples' heads, and those ideas turn around and influence design. Living in an environment like this will breed a natural hostility towards outsiders, sooner or later.

Nearl : ...It's not fair to the ordinary Ursus civilians to paint them with such a broad brush.

Engineering Operator : Oh... um... I'll grab the backup cables.

Firewatch : But, how many crimes did Ursus commit against my hometown? They'll never be able to wash the blood off their hands.
Now, they seek to use the Infected to spark their next war, to justify even greater cruelty against the Infected. Does this not prove their brutality?
They put the torches to our fields and choked our wells with ashes. They razed entire villages, leaving only charred corpses behind... They slaughtered the land itself. Only rubble remains.
Those are the "ordinary Ursus civilians" I know. Had they not supported the war, none of these things would've happened.

Nearl : I believe that was not the collective will of the people of Ursus, but rather the manifestation of evil ideas. We are not fighting the people of Ursus, but against evil itself.
Firewatch, this may not be Kazimierz land we're standing on. But still, we will not see those atrocities repeated.
It doesn't matter whether the enemy is Ursus or not. Reunion may call themselves Ursus, or they may not. But we're not here to hurt people. We're here to stop people from getting hurt.

Firewatch : ...The knights never helped us guerillas.
Our leaders waited years, but in the end, help never came. We fought to the last, alone, until we were devoured by Ursus. Not many of us are still around to tell the tale.
Who can I trust? How am I supposed to I believe in the benevolence of Ursus's "honest folk?"
I don't blame the knights. Especially not you, Nearl. But I keep thinking back to the time I spent fighting Ursus.
I don't trust them, and I don't trust Kazimierz.

Nearl : —
That was a grave mistake on the part of the Kazimierz knights. A mistake that they could not right. And, they did not manage to protect Kazimierz.
But at least, we can fight side-by-side today, Firewatch.
I didn't have a chance to help you back then, but this time, we fight. Not for our homes, but to put an end to Ursus's atrocities.
Even if we're only here as support, I'm still prepared. To fight for what I believe in, to die for you.

Firewatch : To die for someone else...
Not all knights are like you.

Nearl : But I believe this is what a knight should be. There is meaning in dying for someone else.
Madam Firewatch, let this battle be my apology to you.

Firewatch : ...Operator Nearl.
Anything you need me to do?

Nearl : Guard the area, until the devices are fully operational.

「4 hours ago... 」

Doctor : This is our disguise? / ...... / So we've already chosen our camouflage.

Kal'tsit : After so many major combat actions, infiltration is essentially a required course for our operators.

Amiya : Every situation is different, but using the terrain to conceal your position is always a must.
Sometimes it's snow, sometimes it's grassy plains, sometimes it's a swamp... we have different techniques every time.
Lungmen is here in the deserts and barrenlands, so use the sand to cover your tracks. That's the trick.

Doctor : I'm not so sure about this. / That's not enough. / Maybe we shouldn't rely totally on this one tactic?

Kal'tsit : It's just a way to cover our tracks. Rhodes Island isn't about unilateral operations. Successful infiltration is the sum of a lot of moving parts.
The information the Azazel Clinic gave us authenticated the Chernobog blueprints I have. That means we have a solid picture of what the core city's lower levels look like.
When the time comes, we'll enter through the drainage system in the foundation. But we'll need bait.
We can't hook our prey without bait.

Doctor : Same for the hunter.

Kal'tsit : Heh... Yes. You're right.
But given enough time, even the worst hunter can tell the difference between prey and bait. We'll have to stay out of sight long enough to prevent that.

<Background 3>

「10:00 a.m. 」

Pilot : You don't need us to land for this op, do you, Instructor?
There isn't a good spot on the core city, and Reunion isn't exactly poorly equipped. They've got casters too. Landing would be trucky.

Dobermann : No need. Just make it look like we're going to land, but keep circling the city.
We didn't bring a tactical team. Not much we can do with just the two of us.

Pilot : Yeah, didn't think of that.

Dobermann : ...How would you not think of that...?!

Pilot : J-Just kidding, Instructor. Put the whip down.

Dobermann : Hah... We got the wuss who flies the "Bad Guy" and now this joker.
You can keep us up for a half an hour, can't you?

Pilot : Not a problem!

Dobermann : Just keep their attention! The Reunion element in the ruins knows we have aircraft, but we can't be sure about what their people in the core city might know.

Pilot : Rest assured, you're riding the "Good Boy," and he's a lot noisier than the "Bad Guy!" It'll be all eyes on us for a solid half hour. Just watch me, Instructor!

Dobermann : Careful now. Don't get us shot down.

Pilot : Just sit back and relax, Instructor. I chauffeured Blaze and Ascalon around a hundred times and we never got shot down on any of those low flights.

Dobermann : ...Getting shot down is a one time thing...

<Background 4>

「10:00 a.m. Core City Outskirts 」

Reunion Member : Huh?

Reunion Member : What's that...? Up in the sky?

Reunion Member : They're flying?! The enemy brought a new weapon! What country is it from?! Just shoot it down already!

Reunion Member : We don't know what it's carrying. We can't let it land!

Reunion Caster : Don't panic! If it drops low enough, we'll light it up! Just don't let it out of your sight!

<Background 3>

Dobermann : What kind of safety features are on this thing?

Pilot : Are you afraid of heights, Instructor?

Dobermann : ......
A little.

Pilot : Don't worry!
If something goes wrong, we won't have time to react. The crash will pulverize us. Won't even be able to identify our bodies. The great equalizer!

Dobermann : How could I not worry?!

<Background black>

Dobermann : Amiya, we've managed to distract the enemy. They're convinced we're preparing to land. Begin the operation!

<Background 2>

Nearl : Attention, combat operators! A smattering of enemies is approaching our position. Likely a recon team from the core city!
Our equipment is active. We won't let them ruin our plans. Madam Firewatch, cover me!

Firewatch : Roger!

Operation story: 7-5

After operation

Summary

After a series of twists and turns, the Doctor, Amiya, and a group of operators arrive at the core city of Chernobog.

<Background black>

「6:00am 」

<Background 1>

Doctor : We won't have much time after we take out that recon team.

Kal'tsit : You're right. We're on a tight schedule.

Doctor : The operators aren't going to climb into the city from the sand.

Amiya : Um... we do that sometimes.
But the core city is on the move. It will be hard to get into the foundation levels.

Kal'tsit : If the operators stand on the sand and wait for the city to pass over them, both height and speed are going to be an issue.
If they can't open the maintenance hatches and waste chutes on the underside, our distraction and our camouflage won't be worth anything.
So our five teams will take a vehicle and use the cover of the sandstorm to approach the city, then employ special equipment to climb into the city superstructure.

Doctor : We only sent five teams?

Kal'tsit : We're in no hurry to get the attention of the local Ursus brass.
And we wouldn't want them to send out an attack ship to smash Rhodes Island in the wilderness and kill our employees.
Even if they did that, you wouldn't see a single report on it in any newspaper. The bankers and insurance executives will quietly cross out your name and shove all the lucre into their own nest eggs.
No one will speak of you. No one wants to upset Ursus.
Our neutrality gives us some freedom to move in the cracks between forces, and that means we can't be backed by any power.
We survive by working in secret. Just like when we sent those teams to save you.
Five teams. Leave tracks, cover the tracks; objective complete, objective failed. No matter what, Rhodes Island only ever deploys five teams.

Doctor : But more teams means more firepower! / ...... / Even if they're not enough?

Kal'tsit : Even for a city-state like Lungmen, wiping us out would be a trifle.
You saw the L.G.D. They're as strong as any country's special forces. They certainly have a pharmaceutical company beat.

Doctor : So why do they need us?

Kal'tsit : Because this is about the Infected.
Rhodes Island has departed Lungmen, and we're bearing on the next trade port at fifteen kilometers per hour.
We'll be in the wilderness for a few weeks before we get there.
Aside from some nearby Rhodes Island communications specialists and some trusted vessels, no one will pick up our signal. We'll plot a course around all the nomadic cities' known paths.
Even if Lungmen decides to betray us, they won't be able to find us.

Doctor : But that's not enough, is it?
We need more oomph! / Need to be sharper. / We must have more to stake.

Kal'tsit : Right. We will need something else to tip the scales.

Amiya : ......
The both of you turned pretty gloomy, huh?
I know how serious this is, but you don't have to... smile like that, do you?

Kal'tsit : Amiya... did I smile?

Amiya : I know you did. Your lips may not have moved, but I could feel it.

Kal'tsit : So here we are.

Amiya : ...Yay!

Kal'tsit : No, I have to say this: I do not intend to rebuild any sort of relationship with this person.

Doctor : Heh. The feeling is mutual. / ...... / You may be forgetting there's two sides to this.

Amiya : *Sigh*...

Kal'tsit : Myself, Amiya, and three of our elite operators will lead the five teams.
We have three combat teams, one recon team, and one spec ops team.
You may want to meet the leader of one of those teams.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Blaze : Rosmontis! Wait!

Rosmontis : Oh... Blaze.
You're badly wounded. Why are you here? You should go back. Go on.

Blaze : Are you going to sortie this time?

Rosmontis : Yes.

Blaze : I'll get someone to replace you. How about Misery? He's better at assault ops than you.
He'll wave his hand and it'll be all done. Let's have him go.

Rosmontis : You don't want me to go?

Blaze : Yeah. You shouldn't.

Rosmontis : You're giving me a weird feeling, Blaze.

Blaze : This isn't like the missions you went on before!

Rosmontis : Because I might die?

Blaze : Watch it!
You can't just... like... you can't just come out and say it like that!
You're too young for such a dangerous mission. It's not right!

Rosmontis : But Amiya's going too.

Blaze : That's because she...! She's...!
She's...
Amiya...

Rosmontis : She's just like me. She's Infected. She's an operator.
And I checked the logs. Ace and Scout are both in Chernobog. They didn't come back.
That means they're gone.
I want to see. I want to know what happened. I want to see who's running Reunion. I want to know who did what.
I want to know what happened to Ace and Scout.

Blaze : Rosmontis? You don't have to record... that kind of stuff.

Rosmontis : ...Blaze?

Blaze : Shit. What the hell am I saying...?
No, sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Damn my big mouth!
But, their deaths... They...

Rosmontis : Blaze.

Blaze : I'm the one who's wrong. We have happy memories, and painful ones too. You have to remember them both.

Rosmontis : You're weird, Blaze. Your words are all scattered and broken.

Blaze : ...I don't want to see you hurting so much. Why do you have to look back at them? You... you can let go of those memories.
You can put them there, leave them there, and don't look back.

Rosmontis : If I don't look... then what's the point in recording them?
If I don't look... then they're forgotten.
I won't forget. I definitely won't forget a single death.

Blaze : Ha. Right. You're like me. You're a Rhodes Island elite operator.
I can't go in your place. Really, I...
Nng... ugh...

Rosmontis : You're bleeding again?

Blaze : It's fine.

Rosmontis : I'll take you.

Blaze : Oof.
Rosmontis... You and Amiya look after yourselves.

Rosmontis : Right. I will.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Doctor : Do I have to? Meet her...?

Amiya : Dr. {nickname}...
Rhodes Island's elite operators, for whatever reason, dedicate their talent and energy to the Rhodes Island project.
The teams they bring with them fully support their work. Because our elite operators, to a certain degree, can directly determine how we use a certain tactic.
But not all of them are... exactly as we imagine them.
You've met Elite Operator Blaze, Doctor. There are a lot of rumors about her, maybe you haven't heard. The truth is, they're a little exaggerated.
But everyone has a different impression of her.
But Doctor, I think... I think you're capable of understanding her choices.

Kal'tsit : —
Judging by your reaction, you may have already met the one we're talking about.

Amiya : Oh? Huh...
Then... we're okay?

Doctor : Anything else I should know?

Amiya : That's the basic plan. Honestly, um... it's practical. A plan's a plan, an operation's an operation.

Kal'tsit : But the op is what matters. A plan is just a basic outline of an operation. And a misstep during an operation can shatter a plan.

Doctor : I hope we don't have any bad omen specialists here.

<Background fades out and in>

Engineering Operator : Uh oh... that ain't good! We have a problem!
Dust density is still too low. This isn't going to work with that light angle.
We're in the open here! If they look down from the bridge, they might spot us before we're fully operational!

Rhodes Island Operator : But we can't cover the machine any more than it already is. If we block the airflow, we won't get enough of a current going to kick up the dust!

Engineering Operator : What do we do? Should we keep moving back...? We might not have time!

Nearl : ...I'll take care of it.
Firewatch, keep an eye out, and tell me which way to adjust.

Firewatch : Lady? What... are you doing?

Nearl : Fixing the angle of the light
To mitigate the suffering of the world... I believe even the sun itself will bow to me.

[Nearl uses her Arts to redirect the light elsewhere, which attracts Elysium's attention. ]

Elysium : Oh? Who's that on the dune? Nearl? They're not saddling up and not falling back?
What's she doing? Meditating? Posing... is she posing here?
...No, wait, what's that light? Her whole body is glowing... No, uh oh! Too bright!

<Background black>

Elysium : Um, thanks, Captain...
Thanks for covering my eyes, but it would be great if you weren't squeezing like you wanted to crush my skull.
What is Nearl doing?
She's okay? Well... you say that, Captain, but that light is brighter than the sun. What is she up to?

<Background 1>

Elysium : Huh? No way... she's pulling in all the light around us?
Woah.
Captain, all the light is starting to form together.
I know. I'm just saying, could anyone but the Radiant Knight do something like this?
Captain, look at the shadows of the sand dunes. Can you even tell what time of day it is?
*Sigh*... I'm just trying to brighten the mood here. And once we kick up that sandstorm, we won't be able to see the shadows, right?
Shutting up. Sorry.

<Background 3>

Dobermann : Take us up! We've got some weird-colored balls clipping us!

Pilot : Don't be scared, Instructor. Reunion casters aren't good enough to shoot us down.

Dobermann : We're just a distraction, no need to put on an air show for Reunion!

Pilot : Put on a good enough show and Reunion might just surrender, huh?
Isn't that what they call a show of force?

Dobermann : Aerial acrobatics isn't a show of force!

Pilot : Hold on tight, Instructor!

Dobermann : –I need a barf bag!

<Background 1>

Nearl : The device is fully functional! Amiya, we're ready to move!

<Background black>

Amiya : Roger!

Kal'tsit : Drivers, maintain a steady speed! Check your maps. Use the sandstorm to cover your approach to the core city until you're in range to deploy boarding gear! Engage!

Amiya : The sand will cover our tracks. Remember your protective gear, and don't let sand into our sensitive equipment!
But... I can see the sun. Why is the sunlight breaking through the sandstorm?
The underside of the core city is so clear, it's like... Arts.
This wasn't... part of the plan. Is that natural light?

Nearl : ...Don't worry about it!

Amiya : Roger that! Grappling hooks, prepare to fire! Operators, make sure the cables are securely fixed to the underside of the city!
Once all our operators are aboard, the vehicles will depart at once! I don't usually say things like this, but I'm pretty sure that light just now is a good omen for us!

Nearl : ...Definitely!
(I made it a little too intense and had to aim it at the ground, but let's not tell her that part...)
Hold on, the core city is speeding up?
Our machines are wind-driven, but they can only keep the sandstorm up within a one kilometer range! If they break that range, they'll spot us for sure!

Amiya : Hurry up, everyone!

[The R.I. strike team drives their vehicle through the sandstorm. ]

<Background 1>

Pilot : We're out of time! We have to slow down!
If we drive out of the sandstorm,, Chernobog's optical detection system will pick us right up and blow the whole op!
How many people do you have left? Hurry up and...

Doctor : There aren't any left.

Pilot : Huh?

Doctor : I'll do it myself! / (Silently put on a dust mask) / Pass me the carabiner. I'm going myself.

Pilot : It's too dangerous, Doctor!
You've never had operator training! We can't send you up there alone!
Didn't Dr. Kal'tsit assign you any battlefield support?

Doctor : Nope. What of it? / ...... / Maybe she thought I could use the exercise myself.

Kal'tsit : I did.

Doctor : ?!

Kal'tsit : Me.

「Kal'tsit grabbed by the waist with one arm and pulled you onto the zipline with the other. 」

Kal'tsit : Seize your own fate next time, Dr. {nickname}.

<Background 1>

「The sandstorm was ferocious, and the "arm" holding you was very hard. You couldn't be certain it belonged to Kal'tsit. 」

Amiya : All squads, take your positions!
There is no room for error in the operation to come!

<Background 4>

「10:30 a.m.
Core City Foundation 」

[The R.I. successfully enters Chernobog. ]

Rhodes Island Operator : Yeah, this is definitely a sign of someone breaking in here.
Confirmed one infiltrator.

Amiya : We can't be sure if that bloodstain over there is Reunion's or someone else's. It hasn't turned yet.
It very well could be Officer Ch'en's! We have to hurry.
Oh, Doctor!
I'm glad you made it here safe.

Doctor : You call that safe...! / ...close. / I had help. You were this close to losing me.

Amiya : ...Oh? Huh?!
Th-that dangerous, huh? Did you get hurt, Dr. {nickname}?!

Doctor : I'm fine. Let's go. Just some psychological trauma.

Operation story: 7-6

Before operation

Summary

After completing the intelligence summary with Kal'tsit, the Doctor joins Rosmontis's team and witnesses her fighting style for the first time.

<Background black>

「Underpass Base
10:30 a.m. 」

<Background 1>

Doctor : Were you waiting for me here?

Kal'tsit : Yes.

Doctor : It took me a long time to find you.

Kal'tsit : We'll begin the operation after we finish collecting all the environmental information. Before that, it'll benefit you to hear exactly what's going on inside Chernobog's core city.
Amiya's a bit tied up on the scene, so she won't be able to join this discussion.
You've already read the information in the mission briefing, but that kind of information is not good enough for a mind like yours.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Did you finally realize that you need me?

Kal'tsit : If the worst comes to pass, I don't want you to sacrifice yourself while still not knowing a single thing.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Kal'tsit : If you've taken interest in some part of me, you can just come out and say it. No need to stare so much.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm glad you see me as more than a simple battlefield commander.

Kal'tsit : You might not remember, but I do. I remember you had quite a talent for heating up rations by pouring boiling water directly into your mouth at four in the morning.
If you don't believe me, you can try for yourself.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : But skip the chatter. We don't have much time.
Rhodes Island and the L.G.D. worked together to take down Reunion, and neutralized the forces controlled by Mephisto and Crownslayer.
After that, Reunion's deployments in Lungmen fell apart completely.
Amiya reported to me that you had a difficult fight with a "FrostNova," an Infected serving Reunion as leader of a special squad, at the bottom of Lungmen.
The battle ended in your victory.

Doctor : There was no victor. / No. / I wouldn't call that a victory.

Kal'tsit : I understand. According to the data from PRTS, you had the cooperation of our operators when you brought the enemy's body back to Rhodes Island for treatment.

Doctor : I don't consider her an enemy.

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}, "distinguish your friends from your foes."
...No. You might get the wrong idea, but you must hear me out.

Doctor : ......?

Kal'tsit : I am not trying to blame you, Dr. {nickname}.
Amiya told me what happened between you and the enemy commander. Only those who were there at the time had the information to decide what to do.
I don't have the right to overreach and criticize your judgment.
You tried to understand the motives of that Infected. You were willing to bear the consequences for the things she, FrostNova, did.
That is what you did.
If you plan to use this method to make sense of the suffering in this world, I have no reason to blame you.
I am even willing to vouch for you before the operators of Rhodes Island. Dr. {nickname}, make your own decisions, and I will try not to interfere.
After that, I will determine the part of the responsibility that belongs to Rhodes Island.
Your powers and responsibilities compliment one another. "Distinguish your enemies from your friends." Those are your words, not mine.
......
(Whispers) If you really want to breathe as one...

Doctor : You're actually... siding with me?

Kal'tsit : I never said that.
More accurately, FrostNova and her Yeti Squad were a guerilla team of elite Infected.
Right now, there are still two elite forces that Reunion is still able to mobilize. These guerilla warriors are the first.
The second is the Sarkaz mercenary, W, and her team of sellswords.
According to my intel, W used some underhanded tactics to seize leadership of the Sarkaz mercenaries working with Reunion.
We don't have time to go over what should be common historical knowledge, but let me say this frankly – Sarkaz mercenaries are unreliable, a problem W faces just as much as Reunion.
Sarkaz mercenaries are unlike normal agency mercenaries. They are the overflowing military might of Kazdel, spilling out across the land.
Trying to control them is an act of folly. It will only anger the forces backing them.

Doctor : You seem to have a pretty deep understanding of the Sarkaz.

Kal'tsit : I haven't even gotten to the important part.
The point is, the Infected guerrillas of Yeti Squad are completely different from the Sarkaz mercenaries.
There are no similarities between them in terms of their form, organization, behavior, or creed.
Before joining Reunion's ranks, they were an independent guerrilla force of Infected, and their prestige was even greater among certain groups of Infected than that of Reunion.
...And before they formed this guerrilla force, they used to be a part of the mighty Ursus military.

Doctor : The Guerrillas of the Northwestern Tundra?

Kal'tsit : ...
I'm not sure where you learned that piece of information, Doctor, but I color me impressed.
Though that piece of information itself is fairly basic, I am relieved that you're able to proactively gather intel on your own.

Doctor : You just had to tack that bit onto the end... / ...... / Why does it feel like you're poking fun at me?

Kal'tsit : I only give what you deserve.
We've arrived at the foundations of the industrial sector at Chernobog's core city.
Next, we'll lead three teams through the complex underground passages, take the sewer pipes into the industrial layer, and come up in the heart of the core city.
Be aware that any enemies you see patrolling these areas are not the ordinary Reunion thugs you're used to fighting.
We will meet rigorously trained... "soldiers." Reunion's "soldiers," trained in the tactics of Ursus's own army by the guerrillas.
Our recon operators discovered that communication networks have been forcefully cut off within the core city. Rather, it seems that Reunion didn't even try to maintain these channels.
This is a severe constraint upon modern-day squads who rely on the most common modes of communication.
What this means is Reunion either already has some special way of communicating, or they simply aren't prepared to fight.
Based on what we saw in Chernobog a month ago, don't expect that second scenario. However, if communication is cut off, the lower-ranking Reunion members won't receive direct commands.
Most of the time, expect them to act independently.
I fear they won't know signals they cannot receive– a signal that only countries and city-states can distinguish. One that marks the territory of Ursus.
A terrible storm is brewing within this city. Chaos, whether caused accidentally or deliberately, will permeate everywhere like thick smoke.
They're a step ahead of me, and the seeds of ruin have already been sown.

Doctor : What's your conclusion?

Kal'tsit : Conflict is brewing within Reunion.

Doctor : How are you so sure?

Kal'tsit : I've seen the same thing unfold countless of times across this land.

Doctor : Is there something you're not telling me?

Kal'tsit : I've said pretty much everything I needed to say. As for the rest, we'll cross those bridges when we get to them.
Even if we're still just preparing for war, efficiency still matters.
Please help me notify the members of Team R-4, Doctor. Have them take these devices.

Doctor : Hold on...

Kal'tsit : Is there a problem?

Doctor : Don't these belong to Rosmontis?

Kal'tsit : Yes.
You seem to know more about Rosmontis than the conversation you had in the bioprocessing unit indicated.

Doctor : I saw her getting ready to fight.
Never expected she'd have the power to use a device like this.

Kal'tsit : Every elite operator has a considerable amount of strength. We expect them to take charge.
...So, you haven't had the time to understand how Rosmontis fights.
But just to get this out of the way, there are some things they should not be shouldering alone. As a field commander, a necessary part of your job is to help relieve the pressure on these operators.
In this upcoming battle, you may make some shocking discoveries.

Doctor : Huh...?

Kal'tsit : Very few people aren't shocked after watching Rosmontis fight.
Make sure you're ready for it.

<Background fades out and in>

Rhodes Island Operator : Dr. {nickname}, you're here!
We intercepted an enemy patrol squad, steadily handling the situation.

Doctor : Has the fighting started already?

Rhodes Island Operator : Doctor, your position there is kinda risky...
I think you'll probably want to move.

Doctor : I just got here.

Rhodes Island Operator : Right there... Behind you...
Doctor, it's really dangerous to stand next to her!

??? : ...Enemy.

Doctor : What do you mean...
...Rosmontis?

Rosmontis : Enemy.
Doctor, those are the ones who killed my family... Enemies!

Doctor : Where did this rage come from? / ......? / Rosmontis, what happened...

<Background black>

Rosmontis : ......
Doctor, step aside. Get out of the way.
I'm not like Amiya. Amiya's Arts can go around her friends to strike her enemies...
But not me. I can't.
So don't stand between me and my fight.

Doctor : ......

Reunion Member : Gyaaah!!
That girl, the one carrying that box... Wh-what's going on...
What's wrong with my eyes? I can't see anything! My eyes! My face!! It hurts! It hurts!!!
Something's crushing my head!

Rosmontis : ......
No.
It's been a long time since I've crushed anyone to death.

Reunion Member : Those swords... Those swords!

Doctor : Rosmontis?!

Rosmontis : ...Reunion.
I don't want you in my memories.
Any of you.

After operation

Summary

Rosmontis's fighting style is bloody and cruel. Through a conversation, the Doctor understand what Rosmontis truly is.
Elsewhere, Warfarin seeks out Kal'tsit and discusses a prophecy.

[A fight occurs between Rosmontis and Reunion fighters... ]

<Background black>

「Bloodied. Torn. Pierced. 」

Doctor : This isn't right.

[...who easily dispatches them. ]

「Us. Enemies. People.
Wailing, screaming, groaning. 」

<Background 1>

Doctor : This isn't right! / ......! / I can't take this anymore.

Kal'tsit : ......
You have a question. Ask.

Rhodes Island Operator : Doctor... is this your first time seeing Rosmontis fight?
I know it's hard to watch, but–

Kal'tsit : I'll handle it. You go tend to the wounded enemies who can't fight anymore. Also, among them are communications personnel relaying orders and intelligence.
If they're allowed to escape, it puts our whole operation at risk.

Rhodes Island Operator : ...Roger.

Doctor : How old is she?

Kal'tsit : Fourteen.

Doctor : And you're letting her...?!

Amiya : People, please... let me through!
What happened here? I just finished handling the...
Doctor?

Rosmontis : ...What?
Doctor, did you just call me?

Doctor : Who sent you out to fight?

Amiya : ......

Doctor : Who sent you here?!

Amiya : Doctor!

Doctor : This is too cruel! / ...This is terrible... / You should not have to suffer through this.
...Why would they let you do this?
Kal'tsit! / ......! / This isn't right.

Rosmontis : I did.

Doctor : What are you talking about? / ...... / You did what...?

Rosmontis : I did. I chose to fight. I want to fight.
There are some feelings I can only experience on the battlefield.
Protecting my friends and family is the only way I can feel complete.
...Rhodes Island needs me.
The world is calling my name, to prevent more people like me from coming into it.

Doctor : Still though, you can't...
You can't–

Rosmontis : ...Does death care that I am a child?
Would war or disease spare someone because they are a child?
When Amiya or I stand on the battlefield... who looks at us and thinks "children?"
We're "monsters," aren't we, Doctor?

Doctor : No! / ...... / That's just how you see yourself.

Rosmontis : No, Doctor.
No, Dr. {nickname}.
It doesn't matter what I am.
I just want to make a difference, with my family.
Do you know Scout?

Doctor : What...?

Rosmontis : ...Do you know Ace?

Doctor : Yes.

Rosmontis : ..It's already been a few days since I watched any of their materials.
I've forgotten a lot.
But I only forgot. I'm not like you, Doctor, who threw away everything.

Amiya : Rosmontis.

Rosmontis : No, I didn't mean that. But you get it, Amiya.

Amiya : ...I get it. But just... don't say it like that.

Rosmontis : Mm... Fine.
I've lost bits and pieces of things. Lots of pictures and words.
Those feelings... feelings I can't say, only Amiya can understand...
But they never truly left me.

Doctor : ......

Rosmontis : Doctor... I feel like you're complicated.
Even more complicated than they say.
They say I'm complicated too. Some of them are scared of me. Some of them say I shouldn't be like this.
But they don't know why I'm like this. They don't know what I've been through.
Why does my heart suddenly ache? Why do I want to cry, now of all times?
Even though I can't remember anything... why are my eyes still sore? Why are my lips dry?
Who left a stain in the corridor, and why hasn't it been cleaned? Why do I feel worried when I break a vase, but also strangely happy?
Why do I feel disgust from looking at flowers, but wonder from looking at bugs?
What happened during all that time I can no longer remember? Why do these emotions keep welling up within me?
Every operator I feel has their own unique differences.
And when I lose them, those feelings also disappear.
But why...? Why do we even have emotions?
Why do my tears keep flowing even when I can't even feel anymore?
Didn't I already forget everything?

Amiya : ......
But Rosmontis never wanted me to take her feelings away.
These sudden surges of emotion belong to her, no matter what they are.
...They belong only to Rosmontis.
I can't interfere with them. As long as Rosmontis still has hope somewhere inside her... I won't do that.
Because it's up to her to choose what to do. She can also choose to forget.
To truly forget.

Doctor : What happened to Rosmontis? / ...... / I don't know that much about her.

Amiya : Dr. {nickname}... Rhodes Island has a strict screening process for our operators.
Many of them apply for combat roles, and we reject most of those. We look at lots of different metrics to decide if an operator is fit for combat.
Combat ability, tactical aptitude, discipline, and physical fitness are all important parameters, but that barely scratches the surface.
People often have difficulty trusting one another when they're on an actual mission.
Rosmontis is here because she trusts in our orders and objectives, and we trust in her abilities and judgment.
Please believe in me, Doctor. No, believe in us...
You'll slowly begin to see... the colors of her emotions.

Rosmontis : ......
Doctor. Thank you for fighting alongside Blaze.

Doctor : Why? / ...... / You don't have to thank me.

Rosmontis : Blaze needs more people fighting alongside her. And I want to see her smile.
I want to see you too. I want to see the one Ace and Scout always talked about.

<Background fades out and in>

Kal'tsit : Here you are.

Doctor : You found me this time.

Kal'tsit : ...She uses heavy machinery to quickly and effectively destroy the enemy, while at the same time exhibiting astonishing self-control and adaptiveness.
Rosmontis is one of Rhodes Island's greatest annihilation specialists.
As such, the way she treats people and the way she speaks may worry you. The way she fights and its contrast with her appearance, is indeed very cruel.
Blaze running around with her chainsaw may be easier to accept, but the destruction of when Rosmontis takes the field is much harder to stomach.
If it will help you sleep at night, I can make you a promise. If it will help at all.
–Rosmontis almost never kills. Though her tactics seems to singularly aim for that outcome, she actually focuses on disabling the enemy's combat abilities.
Take the last battle, for example, all the enemies were disarmed, and not a single one died to Rosmontis's attacks.
She also has much more control over her weapons than she once did.
Of course, whether or not we can keep the prisoners alive depends entirely on our ability to destroy Reunion's leadership. Only then will we be able to send rescue teams into the core city.
But sometimes, we must use lethal force in order to accomplish our goals. Some loss of life is inevitable.
You still look disturbed. Is this all beyond your ability to accept?

Doctor : I can't accept this. / ...... / It doesn't make sense.

Kal'tsit : You might not be able to accept the truth either.
Her terrifying Originium Arts and incredible perception are not the only reasons why Rosmontis is an elite operator.
–Rosmontis demonstrates these qualities because she became an elite operator.
We made our judgment not on whether to send her to battle, but how disastrous the consequences might be if we didn't let her become a fighter like this.

Doctor : What kind of consequences?

Kal'tsit : Worst case scenario, her Arts leak out from her body and push her to kill, subconsciously or otherwise.
Humans killing each other has become the normal state of things. Even so, most people still hold their weapons and staves themselves.
Whether or not someone who has lost her sense of self can still be called a person is another topic I'm not interested in discussing. But humanity grapples with the extent and manifestation of this problem.
"When you deprive a human being of her sentience, what is left? What is created?"
"When that creation deprives us of our lives, who is at fault?"
The one who created the weapon, the one who used the weapon, or the one we treat as a weapon?

Doctor : Another riddle? / ...... / I'll figure it out myself.

Kal'tsit : As we move on to the next battle, I may be able to teach you more.
By the way, on the issue of her age...
Amiya puts on an air of maturity that may have you fooled. Maybe, maybe not.
A young creature known as a deadly weapon won't be seen as an ordinary child just because she looks young.
–Not to mention all that they've been through.
...Take what you need. It's time to head to the surface.

Doctor : What about Amiya? Is she a weapon too?

Kal'tsit : You can ask her yourself.
This is something you should hear from her.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Warfarin : Kal'tsit! Stop right there!

Kal'tsit : Warfarin, I was just leaving. Whatever it is, make it quick.

Warfarin : You know the prophecy, don't you? Yes, there's nothing you don't know.

Kal'tsit : Prophecy?

Warfarin : Is that not why you allowed Amiya to go?

Kal'tsit : Amiya is the commander of this operation, as well as the one who suggested it.

Warfarin : But as young as Amiya is, how can she command–

Kal'tsit : Warfarin, how long has it been since we left Kazdel?

Warfarin : ......

Kal'tsit : Be precise, or I'm leaving.

Warfarin : ...Two months?

Kal'tsit : Warfarin... stop joking around.

Warfarin : I know what you mean. She's grown up.

Kal'tsit : Yes, Warfarin. Time flies.
Age progression in Cautuses and Vampires is radically different. It has been three years since we left Kazdel.
It may feel like a short time for you, but Amiya has matured a lot.

Warfarin : Answer my first question. The prophecy.

Kal'tsit : ..."The last Wendigo will die at the hands of the Lord of Fiends?"

Warfarin : Correct. I'm familiar with that guerilla group, and their leader. I'm certain it's him.

Kal'tsit : The original phrasing of the prophecy was "The son of Hor-Tekrz, traitor to Sarkaz and disreputable end of the bloodline, will be executed by the Lord of Sarkaz."
Some prophecy. Whether or not there's any extension of their "bloodline," there are still many Wendigos living their lives in Columbia and Ursus.
...That is, if a few dozen can be called "many."
And, considering the context of the time, you should view it as a threat. Many people did not want to see the Wendigos leave Kazdel.

Warfarin : It wasn't either of us who said it. And since you still remember it, you must have found it important. No?

Kal'tsit : Are you getting old? Since when do you believe in "prophecies" and Sarkaz witchcraft?

Warfarin : –Old? M-Me?!

Kal'tsit : I contracted Oripathy. Death is always here with me, waiting for the right time to strike. Warfarin, my life is no doubt much shorter than you think.

Warfarin : Hey!
Must we be so morbid? I'm not your little girl Closure. I won't let you keep skirting the topic.

Kal'tsit : The issue you raised is quite morbid.

Warfarin : ...Never mind.
Hear me, Kal'tsit, the others may not say as much to you, but I will.
He is one of the very few left among us. I am no bleeding heart, no goodly busybody, but... we are Sarkaz.
I am a Vampire, and the old man is a Wendigo, but we are the same.
This world is a tough place for Sarkaz. I hope he can return to Kazdel, if possible. Or come with us.

Kal'tsit : —
I'm not, Warfarin. I'm not Sarkaz.

Warfarin : So you refuse?

Kal'tsit : No...
I'll do what I can.
...Even I remember him, Warfarin.

Warfarin : Your promise is stronger than anything.

Kal'tsit : Don't get your hopes up that this will be easy.

Warfarin : But this time, you'll be there. As long as Dr. Kal'tsit makes her best effort, I'll accept the outcome.

Kal'tsit : Maybe you haven't heard, but your proposal came too late. Some things have already unfolded, and rather unfortunately.
Some time ago, an Infected clinic in Chernobog called "Azazel" traded information with us. I learned some more information about the Wendigo in Reunion's service.
What's more, and you should know this well, anyone who stands against the most brutal blade in Ursus will soon learn whether it tastes of salt or rust.
Nobody should knowingly place our operators in danger.

Warfarin : Some patients' days are numbered, but that number depends on the doctor treating them. It's all up to us.

Kal'tsit : ...It's all up to us.

<Background black>

Kal'tsit : And I told you before... You may have forgotten.
I won't discipline you for it, but I may do something to put an end to it once and for all.
You are not to say I'm frightening, Warfarin. We've been over this.
"Do not, under any circumstances, even at Rhodes Island, speak of 'the Lord of Fiends.'"
Ever.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Amiya : Wait.
All hands, at ease!
Rosmontis... am I getting this right?

Rosmontis : Hm. Yes. I felt it too.

Amiya : Dr. {nickname}, something unexpected here.

Doctor : What is it?

Amiya : I'm not totally sure, but...
The core city might be... slowing down?

7-7: 26:37:14

Summary

The shadow of the Duke of Kashchey always looms over Wei Yenwu, and not even his beloved can wave it away.
Nevertheless, he intends to defend Lungmen using his own methods.

<Background 1>

Fumizuki : ......
You're not going to draw the curtains?

Wei Yenwu : The glass has already been broken. Doing that would just be lying to myself.

Fumizuki : The glass doesn't matter. Whether Ch'en is safe... does matter.

Wei Yenwu : She's skilled. Not like her father, or her mother.

Fumizuki : Yes, nothing like her.

Wei Yenwu : ......
Beneath my feet is already another river of lights. Lungmen has already returned to normal, but they still don't know what will happen next.
Alone, Ch'en Hui-chieh cannot stop this disaster.

Fumizuki : Rhodes Island is with her. They will find her.
*Sigh*...
Witte can no longer hold back the conservatives. For so many years, he has tried to suppress the great lords, but he has not been able to completely defeat them. Only weaken them.

Wei Yenwu : After the Great Rebellion, a harsh blow was dealt to the generals of the various armies and the old nobles behind them. Their status and wealth will be absorbed by the State Council, one by one.
But I'm afraid that...

Fumizuki : Afraid of what?

Wei Yenwu : What if Witte is lying? What if this whole situation was plotted by Witte and the Emperor? What if the young emperor planned all of this?
Our enemies have always lurked in the shadows. But we've always had to stand before the brightest spotlight.

Fumizuki : You are already deeper into the shadows than most others.

Wei Yenwu : ...It's not enough. Just like back then. If Kashchey... if he was in this situation, he'd burrow deeper.

Fumizuki : But you are not Kashchey. Kashchey would not have been able to make Lungmen what it is today.
It's just that... if Tal... If Tal really was taught by Kashchey...
......
That doctor from Rhodes Island, do you think she's lying?

Wei Yenwu : I'm not sure. There aren't many people like that who don't lie. Rhodes Island is good at hiding itself. They feign weakness before us and will not reveal any secrets.
But, I would rather believe that Kashchey shaped the current Talulah. We can't afford the terrible consequences of underestimating the enemy.

Fumizuki : ...Tal...

Wei Yenwu : Because of that, I can't let Ch'en Hui-chieh do this alone.
Kashchey... has all the cards in his hand. Even if he is dead, his vision may yet come to pass through his heir.
None of this could be what he wanted.
The scout team reported that some of the Infected who left Lungmen were moving in the direction of the core city.
The core city must stop for a period of time, during which they receive these Infected refugees.
Even if Talulah bared her vicious fangs at Ursus, she would not betray Reunion in front of everyone. This is the best opportunity.
I will bring the Shadow Guard.

Fumizuki : You?!

Wei Yenwu : They've already done too much for me.
I promised that I'd never ask them to dirty their hands, only to break that promise again and again.
And now, I would ask them to die for Lungmen?
...If so, I will be with them.

Fumizuki : I won't allow it.
You doing that would play right into Kashchey's hands. That would not be a win at all.
...Is it not a stretch to say that everything we've done since regaining Lungmen has played into Kashchey's hands?

Wei Yenwu : ......
We've won before.
It was our victory at first. Even though it was painful, you and I, Edward, and Kojui... Without us, he would've wiped out this city.
I never once regarded this incident as an unfortunate beginning.
...I won't treat Edward's death as if it was by Kashchey's hands.

Fumizuki : Would you rather treat it as a nightmare?

Wei Yenwu : No.
The nightmare should have finally ended when Kashchey died.

Fumizuki : Is he really dead?

Wei Yenwu : Maybe he lives on in Talulah. A qualified successor will allow him to continue his life of chaos.
Talulah is too much like him. For someone who had no children, Kashchey truly received the most suitable seed.

<Background 1>

Wei Yenwu : ...Even if I can treat Kal'tsit's words as fabrications, I cannot deny the facts. There is a conspiracy against Lungmen, and it reads too much like Kashchey's handwriting.

Fumizuki : I don't believe it. Tal has never been that kind of person. Why is she doing this?

Wei Yenwu : We have no choice but to believe it. Talulah planned all of this.
But if she thinks Lungmen will roll over and die, she will find she is sadly mistaken.
Lungmen will not fall. I won't let any harm come to Lungmen.

Fumizuki : But, you also cannot stop this war.
...Do you want me to die with you?

Wei Yenwu : Fumizuki?!
...Are you threatening me?

Fumizuki : Ah, no. That's not what I meant. It's just that...

Wei Yenwu : No! You can't!
...Only cowards would elevate themselves on the corpses of others.
And, without you... I wouldn't be able to...!
Maybe I was a coward before, but not anymore, Fumizuki.
I won't let anyone lay a finger on you.
I'll find a place for you to hide. Be it Leithanien, or Sargon, or Sami...
You can't go back to Higashi. I'll send you to a distant country, to a small, quiet town that nobody knows about.
I'll hide you where nobody can follow you. My brother... no matter how much he hates me, he won't chase you to the ends of the earth... I know he won't.

Fumizuki : But, I can't live like that.
Do you want me to spend my life alone, Yenwu?
Do you want to torture me with your death for the rest of my life? Don't you remember why your sister died?

Wei Yenwu : No, no... Fumizuki, I want you to live. I...

Fumizuki : Wei Yenwu, I told you... I'm fine with it.
To die with you would already be the best terrible outcome I can imagine. Or rather, no matter how terrible it is, it'll be a fine ending for me.

Wei Yenwu : Don't say that, Fumizuki...
I won't be that kind of person. I won't let you do that either.

Fumizuki : But you know, you can't stop me. You've never been able to stop me from doing what I want to do.

Wei Yenwu : Fumizuki...!

Fumizuki : Yenwu, you've always been frank with me. Sometimes, you won't tell me anything, when you finally come out with it, I'll always know that you're telling me the truth.
I don't want you to die. But I also don't want Tal to die. I don't want any of us to die.
I miss Tal. I'm always reminded of how much she looks like your sister. But, she has Edward's eyes, and that temper she had when she was little... I have no idea who she got that from. It's been so, so many years since I've seen her.
We owe all of this to her.

Wei Yenwu : ...and Hui-chieh.

Fumizuki : Yes, and Little Ch'en as well.
Little Ch'en is gone, and I won't be able to see her ever again... I'll never be able to buy her beautiful clothes and comb her hair into a work of art.

Wei Yenwu : She... She didn't like traditional attire that much.

Fumizuki : But, I liked it. How beautiful, how beautiful she will be.
...But even if that's the case, even if we've said our final farewell, I hope that Little Ch'en can find someplace else to settle down comfortably. That's what I hope.
I know you don't want to rely on Rhodes Island, and I know that you won't hedge all your bets on them.
But I want you to wait for a while.

Wei Yenwu : ......

Fumizuki : And let them do this, Yenwu.
If they fail, then we shall go together. You don't want to have the blood of your loved ones on your hands ever again, right?
If that happens, I will help you take Tal's life. Then, we will die together.

Wei Yenwu : Fumizuki...!

Fumizuki : You want her to live as well, don't you? Is this Lungmen a place that wants all of us to die?
I would rather never see them again. I would rather never see Little Ch'en and Tal again and forget about them... but I also want them to live on.
Just like you. Just like you wanted me to make this decision.

Wei Yenwu : Fumizuki. If things pass the tipping point, you must listen to my arrangements. Our lives... are not indivisible.

Fumizuki : Of course not, Yenwu. I do not solely exist for you.
...Everything I've done, from beginning to end, has not only been for your sake.
You must see what I am fighting for.
Don't dodge the issue anymore. Look at me.

Wei Yenwu : ......
I will stick to my decision...

Fumizuki : Do you want to cry?

Wei Yenwu : ......

Fumizuki : It's fine to cry, Yenwu.

Wei Yenwu : No, Fumizuki. No...
...I'm fine.

Fumizuki : Be honest.

Wei Yenwu : ......

「There are people who simply want to rest and find refuge within a city. Why should they suffer needless death?
Don't we just want to give them a home? Don't we want all people like us, who have nowhere to go, to have a warm place to rest?
Did I not simply want to build a little city where everyone can live with peace of mind?
Who was Lungmen built for, the way it is now? 」

Wei Yenwu : I am no moralist, Fumizuki. But the closer I look, the more I realize that only one death is needed.
...My own.

Fumizuki : ...Don't be like this! You mustn't!

Wei Yenwu : I will have the Shadow Guard escort you to Sargon.

<Background black>

「When did Lungmen turn into this?
And... when did I become like this? 」

Operation story: 7-8

Before operation

Summary

In the core city of Chernobog, the Phantom Crossbowman who have returned are abandoned by Talulah.
Rhodes Island moves forward slowly but steadily, gradually improving their understanding of the enemy.

<Background black>

「11:30 a.m. 」

<Background 1>

Phantom Crossbowman : Leader.

Talulah : Phantom Crossbowmen, I'm glad to see you've returned safely.
You brought so many. Are they all our people from Lungmen?

Phantom Crossbowman : There are so many Infected... who came back with us.
I didn't think we'd meet you here.

Talulah : We can save a lot of lives making full use of Chernobog's resources . This core city will be our final weapon to breach Lungmen.

Phantom Crossbowman : What? No, my Leader...
Why was Lungmen so different from what we planned? So many of our comrades died back there for nothing!

Reunion Member : You dare speak to the leader like this...?

Talulah : No, he's right.
Many of our dear friends have suffered so much. The enemy left a lot of treacherous traps for us that disrupted our plans. It was a major setback.
However, even if our pioneers faced some obstacles, the Reunion Movement will avenge them. I shall see to it that your wounds, your sacrifices, are made whole again.
Worry not. We will be with you, always.

Phantom Crossbowman : ...I hope so, Leader.

Talulah : Hmm... The person you're carrying... Mephisto? Is he...
......
Faust sacrificed himself to save him, didn't he?

Phantom Crossbowman : ...That's right, Leader. With no regard for his own life, Faust used his Arts to cover our tracks and give us a chance to escape.

Talulah : Oh?
......
Phantom Crossbowmen, my people of Reunion... Faust will live on forever in our hearts.
Help him down. Mephisto will need to rest awhile.
I will have some men take you to camp.

Phantom Crossbowman : Another thing, Leader... We lost contact with Crownslayer early on. We haven't heard anything from her. Don't know where she might have ended up.
As for... Yeti Squad, and FrostNova, they... they're all...

Talulah : —
Truly unfathomably tragic news.
Please, allow me... some time to myself.

<Background fades out and in>

Talulah : ......
Sarkaz, do not let them near any of our Reunion units in the city.

Sarkaz Warrior : How far do we go?

Talulah : All the way. See to it that they never set foot here.

<Background black>

Talulah : Could they be hiding something, or have they been digging around? Their team must know something I don't.
Maybe... that battle was somewhat transformative. Those Arts were already exceptional, and he was not talkative.
...He cloaked himself in his silence. I thought Faust would be the one to survive.
But then, this isn't so strange either.

<Background 2>

??? : ...Who are you?

「Who am I? 」

??? : What do you want?

「What do I want...? 」

??? : Join... you? Fight for myself?

「Fight...? 」

Talulah : Ahh, for the exalted Ursus.
Here you were supposed to be the last one standing.

<Background 3>

Amiya : Looks like the core city is back up to speed. It didn't stop for long.
On the upside, that should have been Reunion taking in a group of Infected migrants from Lungmen. I hope...

Kal'tsit : But we may have to change up our strategy.
We can expect the city to make a few more stops along the way until the enemy commander decides to announce her plan. Then she'll stop taking in Infected refugees.
At that time, should Wei Yenwu decide to attack, the enemy will redeploy their defensive units. We may be exposed in the process, and come under attack.

Amiya : I hope our agreement with Miss Fumizuki will buy us some time from Chief Wei...
Hm.. we're already very close to the center of the core city.
There are a lot of passages above and below us that seem like they were part of the city's transit system. After the Catastrophe, everything stopped working.
That does mean it's impossible for the city to function, and even move...? Could this be the underground structure Dr. Kal'tsit was talking about?
Regardless, these passages make good cover for us. The number of enemy guards has nearly doubled in this storage area close to the central district...
We haven't seen much resistance since entering the core city. But once we proceed to the central district, we should expect to run into a lot more Reunion forces.

Kal'tsit : The recon and spec ops teams are already in position. So far so good.

Doctor : Why do we only have three teams working together?

Kal'tsit : The recon and spec ops teams both have their own missions.
Raidian is leading the recon team for this operation, as one of Rhodes Island's communications specialists.
Thanks to Raidian, the recon team serves as the focal point for our comms in this operation.
Even here in the core city, we'll be able to communicate with the other teams. That's because of their hard work.

Doctor : I didn't see them...

Kal'tsit : The recon team always works alone.
Outcast, Raidian, and Scout, who heroically gave his life in the Chernobog rescue mission–
The elite operators leading the recon teams are responsible for leading their squads alone, identifying and reporting threats, and attempting to resolve them without assistance.
Raidian isn't as skilled in combat as the other two elite operators, but she is a unique talent at Rhodes Island when it comes to directly influencing the course of a battle.
We've got three teams engaging in this assault operation. We don't need Raidian to trouble herself with combat.
As for the spec ops team, their mission also avoids direct combat.

Doctor : Explain it to me. / ...... / So you're not going to tell me what it is?

Kal'tsit : It's enough to know that they're necessary. You'll know the details soon enough.
Each team makes up a link in the chain of our strategy. That stable structure breeds a stable result.
Conversely, a formidable opponent has a tangled and twisted root structure. They pull in nutrients from every level. Hacking off branches does them no harm.
We have to set their roots alight before they even know we're here.

Doctor : Huh? What are you talking about? / ...... / I think I get it.

Kal'tsit : Heh. I'm pretty sure you get it all...
"Doctor."

Rosmontis : Wait a second.
Some distant, vague feelings are coming to me.
An orderly, unchanging flow, with no conflict.
...Ironclad. And they're moving.

Amiya : Reunion's... guard team. Let's avoid them and find another way...
No time to lose.

Kal'tsit : –Amiya.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : Careful. Can't you feel it?
Attention, operators... protective gear on.

Amiya : ...It couldn't be... Rosmontis? Are you feeling any anomalies?

Rosmontis : Hm...? No. I don't think so.

Kal'tsit : This is beyond Rosmontis's Arts.
You can't rely entirely on emotions, Amiya. There is more to feel than feelings alone. When you run your fingers through a head of hair, the first thing you feel is neither longing nor joy. It's something more base than that.

Amiya : Base...?

Kal'tsit : You can go back up to the surface from the depths, Amiya. Only you can.

Amiya : Then I'll try, Dr. Kal'tsit.

[Amiya heads to the surface, but... ]

Amiya : Nnh... There's a sliver of... energy. And a strong scent in the air, like...
...a corpse?
No, this isn't a real corpse. Could it be...? No. Oh? Why...?
...It's Sarkaz. Sarkaz Arts. Thick with the smell of death... A ritual...?

Kal'tsit : It's an ancient ritual that runs itself after taking shape.
These are not modern Arts. Definitely not a modern tactic.

Doctor : Are Sarkaz Arts unique?

Amiya : They are. This is very unusual. The Sarkaz we know today can't perform Arts like these.
I understand what you mean, Dr. Kal'tsit. This is an ancient Sarkaz ritual, not a product of the modern science of Originium Arts.

Kal'tsit : Our enemy here may be of the "purest" Sarkaz. These are techniques not known to any modern country, passed down only among ancient Sarkaz and Sargonian nomads.

Amiya : ...The ritual relies on Oripathy infection, and the caster's peculiar understanding of Originium.
The chaotic energy is seeping out of the Originium core, spilling out and enveloping the entire block.
I can't even imagine how the potent tempest at the center of the ritual would affect a living being.
It wouldn't know the difference between friend or foe... any living thing would be slowly pulled apart by the waves of energy.
It doesn't seem useful for modern combat. The cost far outweighs any potential gain.

Kal'tsit : "Cannibalism."
The phrasing may seem alarmist, but that's how this ritual is called.
It's not surprising that the device at the center of the ritual is called an altar, considering how horrifically destructive it is. That the uninitiated refer to this as "witchcraft."

Amiya : I... I don't think ordinary Sarkaz mercenaries know how to use these kinds of Arts.
You would have to have extensive Arts knowledge and combat experience from Kazdel to be able to pull off this ritual. And you wouldn't actually need to be a caster.
But he... he's only a Kazdel Sarkaz. Not one of the descendants of the ancient Sarkaz still wandering around the world.
...Dr. Kal'tsit, is this second layer of protective equipment designed to protect against the Sarkaz Arts?

Kal'tsit : Not entirely. The amount of energy the ritual is producing exceeds the maximum tolerance of our equipment.
This ritual can only be completed successfully in a city lost to Catastrophe.
Our gear will not negate the effects of the ritual. Its power derives from antiquity, and cannot be separated from it.
All we can do is mitigate its lethality, and destroy it after clearing the area.
A Sarkaz ritual is not only a challenge to modern technology.
It's almost as if it's standing to once again challenge the other civilizations of this world, as the Sarkaz have plotted throughout history.

Doctor : It's a metaphor.

Kal'tsit : Yes. But Sarkaz history is more than metaphorical.
The Reunion element guarding Chernobog is not a typical group. I've said as much already.
Reunion may very well rely on "hubs" in "neural networks" to operate as a single unit on a large scale.
But for today's purely push-strategy driven environment, Reunion would be something of an anomaly.
Imagine if soldiers who could not deal with the Infected, with no training in how to fight Sarkaz, infiltrated the core city...
They would suffer a crushing defeat.

Amiya : ...Right.
Then... let me think...
...Dr. {nickname}, Dr. Kal'tsit.
The places where the enemy performed the Sarkaz rituals must be important locations, or critical transport hubs.
They're much more familiar with the terrain than we are. They would have mapped out all the paths long before we could... They must have had defenses in place before we even started our operation.
The only advantage we have is our intelligence. We know how they're deployed, and they know nothing about us.
...So we move quickly to wipe out the enemies guarding this area. The faster we do it, the safer we'll be. Don't let them alert the other guards.
Don't even think about an ambush. We can't waste time here.

Kal'tsit : Right. I will help with the assault.

Amiya : Hm, okay... I think...
Dr. Kal'tsit, look, I think, if...

Kal'tsit : –Alright.
If you don't need my assistance, Dr. {nickname}.

Doctor : Huh? / ...... / Is there something I can help with?

Kal'tsit : Please help Amiya command the operation.
You will evaluate the progress of the battle.

Amiya : Roger!
Rosmontis, we're moving out!
We'll vacate the area after this battle and head to the core city surface!
Rosmontis... at least it'll be sunny.

Rosmontis : Sunny~

[Amiya and Rosmontis runs off. ]

Kal'tsit : (......)
(Heh. Look at them.)
(The rest is up to you, Dr. {nickname}. I know you won't let us down.)

<Background black>

「Kal'tsit, we won't see that disappointment again.
You never step into the same river twice. There won't be a second time.
Even with the same person, the same thing... in a different time, we'll have a different outcome. This world... will change.
You believe it, don't you?
Yes... It makes sense that you wouldn't.
But I believe it. Dr. {nickname}, a person like that... I know... if it wasn't this time right now, Dr. {nickname} would be different.
I've seen a lot, so very many... Even if everyone else won't, I can understand.
Kal'tsit... Kal'tsit.
If... we had a little more time... you and I... 」

Kal'tsit : (You can prove you're not the Dr. {nickname} that was stuck in the past.)
(In this time...)
(No matter how, Dr. {nickname}, you have to.)

Operation story: 7-9

After operation

Summary

Rhodes Island finds Ch'en's trail, and her condition is worrisome.
Later, the team encounters an Infected citizen, and their suspicion creates a deadlock.

<Background black>

「Chernobog Warehouse 12:40 AM 」

<Background 1>

Amiya : With all these warehouses and storage equipment... this must be the warehouse district.
If we stay on this path, we'll reach the central district.

Rhodes Island Operator : Amiya! Come look! In the warehouse.

Amiya : What is it? ...Oh.

Rhodes Island Operator : Signs of combat using sharp, blade-type Arts. Made quick work of three Reunion guys, tossed them over here.

Amiya : ...still going.
Dr. Kal'tsit!
Um, I'm asking you and the medic operators to take care of the Reunion people. They may have important information.
And we've picked up Madame Ch'en's trail here...

Amiya : Bloodstains. She's hurt.
There's a trail of blood here, but it stops over there. She got her bleeding under control.
Only one person left the scene. It must be Madame Ch'en.

<Background 1>

Amiya : ...Hold on, Madame Ch'en. We're coming...

Doctor : We're doing this again? / ...... / Feels like déjà vu.

Amiya : Hah... Yeah, Chernobog was just like this.
But Madame Ch'en was able to take on a rogue Reunion team all by herself back there...
This time, it's totally different.
We had a cooperation agreement then, nothing else. I was only starting to learn who Madame Ch'en was...
But here, we're already...

[An Ursus woman appears. ]

Amiya : Is that... a civilian?

Rhodes Island Operator : ...Where did she come from? We haven't found their hideout...

??? : This is an Ursus graveyard!

Amiya : !
(Stay alert... but hold your fire!)
We're a neutral group researching the Infected! Ma'am, we're here to help you!
We mean you no harm, you're a regular Infected–

??? : Infected? Pfah! I'm Ursus!

Ursus Infected : You want to help the Infected...?! Hah, bullshit... Don't you know what you Infected have done to us?

Amiya : ......
Ma'am, we'll keep our distance if you feel unsafe. We'll stay twenty meters back.

Ursus Infected : No, no, I'm Infected too. So I'm not supposed to talk to you like that, right?
You'll save the Infected? Ahaha, hahaha... All Infected should all just die!
I should die too. I should die too! If there were no Infected, I wouldn't have gotten Infected!
All they think about is revenge and hurting others... Is THAT what the Infected do? Is that what I should be doing?!

Rosmontis : ......
(Amiya, comfort her, okay?)

Amiya : (No. Not now.)
(Let her vent. All the painful memories she's built up over the last month are stabbing into her consciousness.)
(It's time she... faces them. This is a chance for her to pull them all out.)

Ursus Infected : ......
Do you know who we are here, Infected?
Infected, just like you. Alive and dead.
The Infected who managed to just barely keep themselves alive, thanks to Reunion; and the countless Infected who died here, thanks to Reunion...
But we weren't Infected before.
They scattered the people of Chernobog in all directions, then hunted us down. It started as a slaughter, then turned to torture, and finally they dumped the survivors like trash!
I don't even know how many starved or froze to death...
But those of us who survived were all Infected by constant exposure to Originium! Every last one of us!
You Infected...
You damn Infected...!!

Amiya : Trust us... You don't have to take us to the other patients. We'll leave you what you need for critical care. And then we're gone.

Ursus Infected : ......
I don't trust you.
Did Ursus send you? Or Lungmen?

??? : If it really was them, we'd be dead already.

Amiya : ......
It's you...!

Kal'tsit : Amiya, scan his ID code.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit...?!

??? : ......

Kal'tsit : Guard, explain yourself.

Rhodes Island Guard? : It's been a while, Amiya, Dr. Kal'tsit.
And, Dr. {nickname}.

Operation story: 7-10

Before operation

Summary

Guard's appearance surprises everyone, but Kal'tsit's sudden interrogation of him is even more surprising.
However, the standoffish attitude of the Infected citizen finally eases.

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : Guard, explain yourself.

Rhodes Island Guard? : I must look exactly like a Reunion member... huh?

Ursus Infected : So you know each other.
Right, so everything this Cautus said was a lie.
You and Reunion have always been on the same side! Isn't that right?!

Amiya : ......

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...Tati... Did you find any food? The people in the shelter don't have long.

Ursus Infected : What more do you want from me?!

Rhodes Island Guard? : Let's get you to someplace safe first.

Amiya : Stay away from her, Guard!

Rhodes Island Guard? : I'm staying back.
...I know things might be hard to explain.
But we have to be careful. All the Ursus here became Infected of no fault of their own... and they've had a tough time.
Most of them are already on the verge of mental breakdown... All it takes is someone to push them over the edge.

Ursus Infected : We've had it "tough?" You're psycho murderers! Sadistic freaks!
Because of you... look what happened to me! Look what I've become!

Rhodes Island Guard? : But if you don't leave right now, the devils will find you. You'll be handed over to Reunion.
Patriot's troops have completely pulled out of this area. If you're caught, I can't save you at that point.

Ursus Infected : Then just let me die! I'd rather die than watch you monsters run rampant!
What about guerrillas or this so called "Aegis of the Infected?" ...Are they any different from the rest of Reunion?!

Rhodes Island Guard? : They are. Without them, we'd be dead already.

Ursus Infected : Tell me then! Right now!
If they're just trying to do the right thing, why are they still with Reunion? Why'd they do this to our homes?!
Why aren't they rebelling? Why aren't they walking out?! Why did they do all this even knowing we've been spat on, persecuted, and killed?
Why didn't your great guerrillas fight back against the patrolling devils? Why?!
I watched them... they used their own hands... to rip... tear...

Rhodes Island Guard? : ......
Patriot can't be everywhere at once.
When Patriot has to command his forces to defend the sanctity of life, something has gone horribly wrong.
But... as long as the guerrillas still continue to pass through this area, I can assure you that the truly wicked in Reunion will not set foot here.
That is the difference between Reunion's thugs and Patriot's guerrilla warriors. Patriot, and the Sarkaz as a whole, are much more disciplined than Reunion's ranks.

Ursus Infected : Where are they then?! Why aren't they here?
When they left, the other Infected were so much worse, so cruel!
How is that not their fault? If not for the guerrillas, they never would've turned against us like this, right?! They're just out for revenge on the guerrillas!!

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...You're wrong.
The guerrillas did the right thing. And while as you said, some may be trying to take revenge on the guerrillas...
They gave you a chance to survive, so Reunion is retaliating against them. That is all.
No, they did more than that... One might even say they're defending your dignity. I saw it with my own eyes.
I saw the soldier telling the others to call you by your names, rather than your numbers.
Isn't that right?

Ursus Infected : ......

Rhodes Island Guard? : And, the reason they left us alone was so that we could help you when they are away.
...Chernobog has already been cut up into many pieces.
There are some places that the guerrillas are stationed, but also many where they are not... If no one can maintain discipline, then if you want to survive... you can only depend on us.
And that's even assuming we survive.
Amiya, do you believe what I said just now?

Amiya : ......

Ursus Infected : No!
Cautus girl, look... Look! He's Reunion!
How can you believe anything coming from Reunion? And what about me? Am I supposed to buy into their bullshit now that I'm Infected?
Look, the people you said wanted to murder us... aren't they Reunion?
Now that I'm Infected, is Reunion suddenly going to take me in and treat me better? How the hell am I supposed to know who's who, and which one of you is going to kill me?
You, Reunion, all of you should just... should just...!

Kal'tsit : (Amiya.)

Amiya : (Dr. Kal'tsit?)

Kal'tsit : (Don't get worked up.)

[Rosmontis appears. ]

Rosmontis : Kal'tsit?
Kal'tsit, we should keep moving.

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...You...
Why are you here...?! You, of all people!
Are you... trying to eradicate Reunion completely?! Rhodes Island, you're really no better...

Rosmontis : Hm?

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...Forget that for now! The Sarkaz mercenary patrol is going to pass through this warehouse soon!
If we don't deal with them, or at least hide, they're going to find us and take us away...
Not to mention the regular Reunion patrols. We don't have much time to find supplies!
That's why so many are starving, and short on medicine. There's a lot of death among the people of Chernobog.
Amiya, Dr. Kal'tsit! Also... Dr. {nickname}, I really hope you can trust me. Or at least find somewhere to hide!

Amiya : Guard...

Kal'tsit : Infected Ursus woman.

Ursus Infected : ......
Do you mean me?

Kal'tsit : Infected Ursus woman, I have some honest questions for you.

Ursus Infected : Y-your accent... you're from the capital of the Empire, aren't you?
But the way you speak, it's so old-fashioned...

Kal'tsit : You're educated.

Ursus Infected : ...I was a copyist at a university, before.
It's all gone now, thanks to you Infected.

Kal'tsit : All right, do you trust the man behind you? Our Infected former employee, now with Reunion?

Ursus Infected : Huh?
He's... your employee?

Kal'tsit : One of Rhodes Island's functions is helping innocent Infected survive in a combat environment.
Whether or not you are innocent remains to be seen...
However.

[Out of nowhere, Kal'tsit summons Mon3tr, which attacks the Ursus Infected. Fortunately, the attack narrowly misses her neck. ]

Mon3tr : ......

Ursus Infected : Aaaahh!

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit!

Doctor : What are you doing?!

Ursus Infected : Y-you, your... what... is... mmng...

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...never thought I'd see a day when Mon3tr was after me.

Kal'tsit : The blade pressed against your throat has an incision angle of only eight degrees. Another six millimeters deeper and it severs an artery.

Kal'tsit : Miss.

Ursus Infected : Um, err...?

Kal'tsit : Did he truly work so hard to ensure your survival, as he claimed?

Ursus Infected : What are you asking... What are you getting at?!

Kal'tsit : Did he and his Reunion element, or any part thereof, threaten your life or take any action to harm you?
I will deal with him in accordance with your response.

Ursus Infected : Are you threatening me with his life?! I... we... we had nothing to do with each other!

Kal'tsit : What about him, individually? Did he go along with Reunion and their crimes against humanity?

Rhodes Island Guard? : Doctor... Kal'tsit... I'm insulted!

Kal'tsit : I can only rely on the words of eyewitnesses and victims. Since you claim to have guaranteed her right to life, then I have only the young lady's testimony by which to adjudicate your claim.
You gave only your side of the story.

Rhodes Island Guard? : But what she says is also–

Kal'tsit : She's in a different position.
You have power. You can use violence. It doesn't matter what you did with that violence.

Rosmontis : I felt it.
Amiya, it's the Sarkaz.
The targets are getting close.

Ursus Infected : Couldn't... but he...

Kal'tsit : Did he or did he not protect you from Reunion? Did he or did he not effectively keep you safe from their aggression?

Rhodes Island Guard? : Dr. Kal'tsit...! The patrol is here! It's not... it's not the guerrillas! You can't... Don't let them...

Ursus Infected : You're not making any sense!

Kal'tsit : I am confident our actions are well within the ethical parameters of Ursus. It was you who made the accusation against him.

Ursus Infected : He... he did go out regularly, about this time...

Rhodes Island Guard? : Dr. Kal'tsit! Let me... stop the Sarkaz! Or at least... let me get them to go someplace else!

Kal'tsit : I need an answer.
Speak. Or we will never know the truth.

Rosmontis : Twenty-four meters out, in a straight line. Very close.

Ursus Infected : ......

Rosmontis : Twenty-two meters.

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr.

Rhodes Island Guard? : Dr. Kal'tsit!

Ursus Infected : No! He didn't! He didn't do anything wrong!
At least... at least nothing I saw!

Kal'tsit : Amiya, Doctor.

Doctor : Huh? / ...... / You put on a good show.

Kal'tsit : Thank you for your time.

Amiya : Darn it... Dr. Kal'tsit! I knew it...!
Let's go, Doctor!
Our next target is Reunion's Sarkaz patrol team!

Rosmontis : I'm coming too.
Guard, was it?
You're wrong about me. But I'll protect you. I'll get your revenge for you.
They'll pay for what they did to you, and my family, and the common people. They'll all pay, for all of it.

After operation

Summary

After the tension eases, the ensuing conversation allows the Doctor learn more about the operators, as well as about Patriot's squad.
As for Patriot, Guard begins to move, but his way is blocked.

<Background 1>

Amiya : The ritual has no affect on these Sarkaz... But our Sarkaz operators aren't immune? Why?
But they didn't look like they were with the guerrilla team. Strange...

Rhodes Island Guard? : Rosmontis...
Thank you.

Rosmontis : I'm going on patrol.
Don't thank me. Like Amiya always says, you don't thank people for doing their jobs.

[Rosmontis leaves. ]

Ursus Infected : ......

Amiya : The effects of the Oripathy inhibitor will take a while to show. But for now, you should be feeling a lot less pain.
Take the medicine back to the others. There isn't much, probably only enough for one dose, but it will help with acute symptoms.

Ursus Infected : Did you really come to help us?

Amiya : I'm sorry, but we can't help you much more than this.
We have to defeat the leader of Reunion before we can do anything else.
Also... if Reunion breaks into a full-scale riot again, I think we won't be able to handle them.

Ursus Infected : All those things I said to you... I... I wasn't like this before.
I used to hate you people. But now, I'm like you. Everyone hates me too.
I very nearly killed him. But without his help... we might already be dead.
But every time he let us go find supplies, someone died. I thought for sure that was proof he was working with Reunion, to toy with us.
Even though we're already Infected? Does Reunion... really hate the Ursus so much?

[Kal'tsit appears. ]

Kal'tsit : People don't need much to indulge in the ugliest side of their nature. Just giving them free rein can contaminate every part of a city.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit... you scared me!

Kal'tsit : Amiya, you shouldn't be letting these games get the better of you.

Amiya : Just once or twice is enough...!

Kal'tsit : You'll spoil our plans if you waste so much time talking.

Rhodes Island Guard? : So... Dr. Kal'tsit, if she lied, were you really going to kill me?

Ursus Infected : I... I didn't lie though!

Rhodes Island Guard? : Just hypothetically. Not every Infected is so honest after they've been hurt. I've acted on impulse before myself.

Ursus Infected : Um... *sigh*...

Kal'tsit : Of course not.
You're a Rhodes Island operator. I trust you over all others.
Let's call it a form of psychological treatment for her. Naturally, the way you and she responded to it proved your innocence.

Rhodes Island Guard? : But I...
That look on your face was so dark and terrifying. I really thought you were going to do it... your act was way too convincing.

Kal'tsit : Sounds fine to me. I wouldn't do it, but I'd like to make people think that I would.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, you really pushed it... no more terrorizing Guard.

Kal'tsit : Fine.

Amiya : Don't worry, Guard. If she did go too far, I would've stepped in to stop her.
Did all that spike your emotional state? Should I help you recuperate?

Rhodes Island Guard? : Oh, no need. I'd be awful weak if I needed the Amiya treatment after just that.
After all... The one I really worry about is the little one standing by the door.

Rosmontis : ......

Rhodes Island Guard? : But even that's looking better. She and I sorted things out, and I think I get it... but I still can't let go of the time she split a person clean in half with the sweep of a claymore.
That's gonna be with me my whole life.

Amiya : Oh... I know the incident you're talking about.
Guard... did you know she saved four civilian lives during that operation? That the military was testing weapons on them?
She killed an abandoned weapons-grade experimental caster they'd bought from a Sargon slaver. The entire batch of casters had their pituitary glands surgically removed.
The glands were replaced with an Originium device that kept them moving without input from their own nervous systems. They were already dead.
Only Rosmontis, with her unique fighting style, could destroy the experimental infected organs. She did nothing wrong.

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...So that's what happened?

Amiya : Guard, I think you misjudged Rosmontis the same way that young lady misjudged you.
What you look like, and any rumors going around about you, are anyone's first window into your personality. No matter what you did, they'd be looking at you as Reunion first.
But if we never got past the surface... we'd never know anything, let alone learn to trust.
If no one tries to find the truth, then no matter how hard we work to sow its seeds, they won't germinate.
And anyway, Rosmontis is right in front of you. Why don't you just... ask her?

Rhodes Island Guard? : A-Ask her?

Rosmontis : What do you want to ask?

Doctor : (Rosmontis sure is scary...!)

Amiya : (Um, not like that... she won't know what to say...)

Rhodes Island Guard? : ......
...Rosmontis, what are you here for?

Rosmontis : My mission.
...And, like I said, getting revenge. For my family.

<Background fades out and in>

Rhodes Island Guard? : I'm done asking.
But... I don't even know what I asked.
I was angry at Azazel before, and now I was rude to Rosmontis. Hah, what a mess I am.

Kal'tsit : But you trust Patriot. Tell us about Patriot and his guerrillas, and about Reunion.

Rhodes Island Guard? : I'm pretty sure Dr. Kal'tsit and Dr. {nickname} here can make sense of it.
The only reason there's anyone still left alive, why so many Ursus were able to make it through Chernobog...
Is because Patriot and his guerrillas. And the people who respect them.
When the guerrilla fighters were around, there was peace. Nobody dared to raise a hand against anybody else.
Not only did they hand out supplies and resources, but they even worked to make the locals' lives a little better.
...Patriot was going to let me leave the city. But I decided to stay... to see how things turned out.
I overheard him talking to the leader of Azazel. I think even if it's all an act, he's at least working hard to keep up the act.
Also... Mr. Scout died there to protect me. Patriot respected Mr. Scout. I...

Doctor : Scout... was an operator who sacrificed himself in Chernobog.

Rosmontis : Scout!

Doctor : Rosmontis...?

Rosmontis : What happened to Scout?
I... why can't I remember? He died? He...
This emptiness... is that him? Scout... I forgot again?
But I just... the terminal... how could I forget again?

<Background black>

「January 3rd
An old man with white hair brought a charred, blackened object. Mechanist couldn't stand after seeing it.
The old man nodded and left. Dr. Kal'tsit didn't say anything, only patted my head.
It was Scout's.
Scout。
Scout is gone too.
Scout was the one who didn't even have a shadow, wasn't he? Wouldn't he be the one who came back even when everyone else died? Wasn't he the one with a never-ending story?
Scout......
I searched the logs. Scout made me a bow. But that's a toy for little girls. I don't play with toys anymore.
Why did Scout die?
Why? Why? Why?
Why? 」

<Background 1>

Rosmontis : ......
*sobs*...

Amiya : Rosmontis...
Give me your hand. Close your eyes, Rosmontis...

Rhodes Island Guard? : ......
Turns out elite operators... aren't that different... from my teammates.
Dr. {nickname}, I've got something to say.
On your rescue operation, Scout led the recon team. He never knew you like you are now... But he said he knew you before, like Ace.
He held back the Sarkaz mercenaries to save my life.
Knowing Scout, he could've easily gotten out if he wanted to.
He told me to tell you something... Right, I remember it.
He said he would never forget fighting by your side.

Doctor : ...?

Amiya : Huh...

Rhodes Island Guard? : He also wanted you to stop being a commander. But things being what they are, I think you probably can't just sit by and watch.
Boss sacrificed himself to save me too. That means I've got two elite operators' lives on my shoulders.
But Mr. Scout said they didn't die for any one person. They died for an idea.
His team did, and so did mine.
So I decided to look into Reunion. I had to see where things were going, and how I could help Rhodes Island.
–I saw the guerrillas had their own idea. A firm, pure conviction that they were fighting for.
They were a little more savage, of course, but they never found joy in violence. That's what I saw in them.
If Reunion was supposed to be about liberating the Infected, then the guerrillas... they were there to exterminate their oppressors.
They'd exterminate those who enslave the Infected, and those who threaten the common folk. All of them. To a man.
That's because of Patriot. Patriot taught them, led them, and protected them.
Before Patriot set out from Chernobog on a mission, I had a... talk with him.
*Sigh*. Just how old is that warrior? But he still shared some of his booze with me. It was the first time... anybody treated me like that.

Kal'tsit : He may indeed be much older than you think.

Rhodes Island Guard? : Have you heard the legend? About him leaving Ursus?

Kal'tsit : I have. He led an entire elite division out of Ursus. The Great Rebellion proved to be fertile ground for all sorts of things that otherwise would've been absurd.

Rhodes Island Guard? : The truth is, there aren't many of those soldiers he led out of Ursus left.
Their clashes with the Ursus regulars must've cost them a lot of men.
Most of his guerrillas are fresh recruits, people who volunteered to join when they fought in the northwest tundra.
Their battles, their prestige, and their ideals all won them recruits.
They used to work well with the leader of Reunion. But for some reason, maybe related to the burning hate the Infected have for the people of Ursus... things turned out like this.
It is what it is. Everyone alive today suffers Catastrophes, madness, and death. All kinds of suffering that this world heaps upon them.
Tatiana... I remember your name is Tatiana.

Tatiana : ...That's right.

Rhodes Island Guard? : Does your knee hurt?

Tatiana : What's that?

Rhodes Island Guard? : Three days ago, you tripped trying to run away.

Tatiana : It got better a while ago...! I'm Ursus! I'm not like... whatever your race is. Us Ursus are much sturdier.

Rhodes Island Guard? : I'm glad... it looked pretty nasty.
Hah, here I am, doing a medic operator's job without any training.
I've got a lot on my plate, Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : I understand.

Amiya : Hm...

Rhodes Island Guard? : Medic didn't come with you?

Rosmontis : Why bring her up?

Rhodes Island Guard? : Don't worry about it. I can tell by the look on Rosmontis's face what happened. We've lost a lot of people, but Rhodes Island fights on.

Kal'tsit : I'm getting the impression that you don't know the core city is on a collision course with Lungmen.

Rhodes Island Guard? : ......
What?
Oh, are you talking about helping the Reunion forces at the battle of Lungmen? Moving the core city is Reunion's only play. I heard about that.

Kal'tsit : The core city is broadcasting an Ursus identification code.

Rhodes Island Guard? : Huh?
...What?!
Hold up!
...No way... That doesn't make any sense!

Kal'tsit : Now you know why we're here.

Tatiana : What's the problem?

Kal'tsit : (Makes the Rhodes Island hand gesture for "quiet.")

Rhodes Island Guard? : Nothing...

Tatiana : ...You've been talking so long. If Patriot and his men are as good as you say, why is Reunion still running amok here in Ursus?

Kal'tsit : Because Reunion "shouldn't" be doing this.

Tatiana : ...Huh?

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Guard...
I think you would be a great help to our operation, since you're familiar with both the local Infected and Reunion. Would you be willing to rejoin our team?

Rhodes Island Guard? : ......

Amiya : Oh, but you can't leave yet, can you?

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...Right. I'm sure you can tell just by looking at me. Right, Amiya?
Sorry, I know I'm about a decade older than you, but sometimes you make me feel like a kid.

Kal'tsit : No need to blame yourself. I could even say Rhodes Island will honor your work.
...But you're in a very dangerous position.
Guard, if Reunion falls here, your work to save the Infected and maintain their basic living conditions will become much more difficult.
Are you at all worried that could come to pass?

Rhodes Island Guard? : No, I'm not.
Because Reunion has Patriot.
As long as he's here, Reunion won't fall.
A lot of guerrilla fighters left camp and gathered up. I'm thinking that's because he may be back already.
And if he's here, I believe Reunion can still change.

Kal'tsit : But Reunion lacks the impetus to change. Looking at the evidence, Talulah has certainly not devoted herself to the cause.
Chernobog's core city, the ruins of Chernobog back there, and the Ursus Infected...
We can't forget that the Ursus Third Army is still out there waiting to act. That will make everything drastically worse.

Rhodes Island Guard? : But I know Reunion is relatively strong.
And there are a few things... Rhodes Island can't handle. This is one of those things!
Rhodes Island is a corporation. Dr. Kal'tsit has been very clear about that, time and again.
I believe in Boss, and Mr. Scout...
And I believe in Patriot.

Amiya : ...I know.

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...Aren't you mad, Amiya?

Amiya : Why should I be mad at you... over things we can't do, and things we haven't done?
So much happened these past two weeks. We've all changed a lot.
But we're not about to turn on each other because of the Infected. I think all that happened in Chernobog, and what Guard and I saw, were the same.

Rhodes Island Guard? : Correct. I still can't stand hurting people like that. No matter who's doing it to who, I won't stand for it.
If Patriot wants to clean house in Reunion, I have to stand with him, with his men, and with all the Reunion members who believe in Patriot.

Kal'tsit : We do not consider your new way of thinking to be a threat to our interests.
In fact, we encourage all our operators to learn more about the outside world, seek out their own goals, and build their self-confidence.
Our ideas are constantly changing.

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...Thank you, Dr. Kal'tsit, Amiya.

Amiya : Oh, yes.
You can also contact the Doctor later.

Doctor : Anytime! / ...... / Happy to be of help.

Rhodes Island Guard? : As for my responsibilities at Rhodes Island... Amiya, Dr. Kal'tsit... Will they be more important?

Amiya : ...I wouldn't put it that way, Guard. It's more important to decide for yourself what you want to do.
And, personally, I think that any of us would have done the same in your position.

Kal'tsit : Different people make different choices. If something's important to you, it's important.
I hope you find a place for yourself among these Ursus, like you wanted. I hope you can protect those deserving of protection.

Rhodes Island Guard? : ......

Tatiana : ...W-why are you looking at me...?

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...I'm not. No reason. Just thinking.

Kal'tsit : Oh yes.
Regarding your pay, I'm afraid your work here doesn't support a salary. Sorry.
Also, Guard, please do tell me–
If Patriot betrays Talulah, what happens then?

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...That won't happen. Patriot trusts Talulah deeply.

Kal'tsit : Now what about the other way around?

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...Dr. Kal'tsit?!

Kal'tsit : What if Talulah betrays Patriot?
Or, what if I told you we encountered the Reunion commander, FrostNova, and by any objective measure, are responsible for her death?

Rhodes Island Guard? : Dr. Kal'tsit?! What are you saying?!
That... th-that's Patriot's daughter...!

Amiya : If we fight Patriot...
That would be the worst case scenario. And it's what the puppetmasters would want.
If Talulah really is turning a blind eye to, or even allowing the Infected to harm innocent civilians in spite of Patriot's stance... I believe that's no longer just turning a blind eye.
A lot of Infected will make Patriot into a target. Those who don't know the truth, and those who let their hatred get the better of them.
And those who want to.

<Background fades out and in>

Rhodes Island Guard? : ......
I... I have to go.
I have to tell Patriot!
But... Rhodes Island...
Will he be... your enemy?

<Background fades out and in>

[The Guard leaves in a rush. ]

Doctor : I didn't think things would turn out like this.

Amiya : It's not the obvious step for Reunion to take.
Whether Misha or FrostNova...
Us, Reunion, and Lungmen too... We can't let anyone else slip through the cracks.
Doctor, we still have a lot to do... just thinking of what comes next is making me tired.
But before that... we have to find Madame Ch'en.
And, most importantly...
The leader of Reunion. She's the cause of all of this.

Kal'tsit : Right. Team Mantra-2, come in.

Elysium : The captain has determined Reunion's communication method. It's primitive, even artificial-looking. As for personnel, she's just about done clearing the area.
Not the guerrillas though. They're tough.
Should we eliminate them?

Kal'tsit : No need for that. We're not here to eliminate them, or have them butcher each other.
We're not here to stir up internal conflict. They should oppose those who misled them.

Elysium : Now?
That's her question. I'm good.

Kal'tsit : Naturally... not now.
Their spirit is rotten, but their fabrication of a backbone still remains.
Take it away or break it, and watch them crumble. That's what we might have done at first.
Talulah was a step ahead of us. She stirred the conflict and fanned its flames.
I originally thought that she had gone mad. But this is poison, not madness.

<Background black>

Kal'tsit : The Infected and the people of the city will surely rise up.
Talulah gave them the chance to intermingle and build bridges.
She must still have a queen on the board, or she wouldn't be so bold.
I firmly believe that she wants to destroy Reunion, in the most dishonorable possible way.
...And this is a poison that we must neutrallize.
But all this hinges on what Buldrokkas'tee decides to do...

<Background 2>

Doctor : It looks like we've successfully infiltrated the core city.

Kal'tsit : Because what we do next can hardly be called an infiltration, Dr. {nickname}.
As I said when we started, infiltration is only about twenty percent of our plan here.
To get to the core command tower and the generator area to halt Chernobog's movement, we will have to go through the central district.
Now, the enemies in our path are not your run-of-the-mill Reunion, nor are they brutish Sarkaz sellswords.

Doctor : Reunion's running low on leaders.

Kal'tsit : Let's put W aside for now.
As a tactician, you should be more concerned about this than about Talulah, Reunion's tyrant.
The Infected Guerrillas of the Northern Plains, a thorn in the hinterland of Ursus's Fourth Army to the northwest... Since its formation, it has only ever had one leader.
Ordinary resistance fighters get slaughtered, but these guerrillas were able to turn the tables on the butchers.
Local stakeholders could request the mobilization of a division or two to knock them out, but it would be taken as an admission of incompetence to the generals and the State Council.
The war raged for so long that the Infected hiding out in the snow came to call the guerrillas their "Aegis."
The Aegis of the Infected.
The Yeti Squad was one of its subsets, and its members did not solely consist of Infected.
The exiles, the fanatics, the maimed, Elves, Durin, and Sarkaz. The guerrillas did not fight for the Infected alone.

Doctor : –Sounds familiar.

Kal'tsit : Oh?

Doctor : It's exactly what you're thinking. / ...... / I just said whatever came to mind.

Kal'tsit : Just like Rhodes Island, yes?
Just as before, Rhodes Island will benefit from your intuition, Dr. {nickname}.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : You're not mad?

Kal'tsit : Why do you look into my eyes when you say that?
There's nothing to see in these eyes.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Kal'tsit : There's no point in staying silent at a time like this.
It's your choice whether or not you hold an opinion.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I thought you wouldn't appreciate that.

Kal'tsit : Would you rather I didn't?
You want me to reprimand you, Dr. {nickname}?
Not now. I don't think you do, and I don't think there's anything wrong with what you said.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : In an unexpectedly apt analogy, the guerrilla fighters also trust only one commander, and embrace only that one commander.
Yes, Doctor, this guerrilla force is another sort of "Rhodes Island."
But their leader? No.
Dr. {nickname}, prepare yourself well. Or you'll regret it.
Even though one of our objectives is to clear a path through the central district to the bridge and the generator area...
For your own safety, I still hope you and Amiya will not face him.
But if this is all inevitable, then I can only repeat what I just said.
...Prepare yourself well, Dr. {nickname}. And before you face him, you must prepare to face his guerrillas.
I rarely offer my advice to others, Doctor.
But that is "Patriot," Buldrokkas'tee.

<Background fades out and in>

Rhodes Island Guard? : *Pant*... *pant*...
Still... another... block?
No... No! I have to... I have to tell Patriot...
If Talulah... if Talulah lets these people... strike at the guerrillas...
Then... then... the guerrillas will... they will...
Be killed by their own...!
Patriot... Patriot is the only level-headed one left in Reunion...!

??? : Where do you think you're going?

Rhodes Island Guard? : You...
Sarkaz.

[A Sarkaz mercenary appears. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : What brigade are you with? And what business do you have in the central district?
Explain it to me.
Oh, or maybe you're with the old Wendigo.

Rhodes Island Guard? : You–

Sarkaz Mercenary : The prey ran right up to me on his own.
What did you learn, weak little Infected outlander?

Operation story: 7-13

Before operation

Summary

At the outskirts of the central district, Rosmontis and the elite operator Raidian start a joint operation to elucidate the enemy's configuration.
During the process, the Doctor learns more about Rosmontis's past.

<Background 1>

「Chernobog Central District 1:20 PM 」

Kal'tsit : Raidian, this is Kal'tsit. We're on the edge of the central district, four hundred and ten meters out from the warehouse, seventeen, sixty-seven, southwest.
Are you in position? Is the operation going according to plan?
"Unimpeded?"
The situation on the ground seems to be in line with our expectations.
Reunion has deployed the guerrilla fighters at hubs throughout the core city, and stationed Reunion regulars or Sarkaz mercenaries elsewhere.
It would be unwise to spread their defenses thinly across the entire map. They will gather their elites in a few key locations. That's what I would do if I were leading Reunion.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit!

Kal'tsit : I know you want to speak to Raidian, Amiya. Patience.

Rosmontis : I... I do too...

Kal'tsit : ...We're on a mission. Next time, okay?

Rosmontis : Oh, um... okay.

Kal'tsit : Raidian, I have Amiya here for you.

Amiya : Right!
Raidian, this is Amiya.

Doctor : (What kind of operator is Raidian?)

Kal'tsit : (Well... You saw how Amiya and Rosmontis reacted.)
(Our younger personnel love Raidian. But she may be a little too warm and friendly for adults.)
(The adolescents have the most trouble with her.)

Doctor : (Why?)

Kal'tsit : (Their need to self-actualize tends to conflict with Raidian's persistent motherliness.)
(I generally avoid putting them in the same team. You should check the manual for such details when planning.)

Amiya : Right... I saw, Raidian, yes.
That's correct. No, that's not a standard tactic for guerrilla fighters. It's more like... hm...

Doctor : Like a military?

Amiya : Yes! Like the Doctor said, Raidian, Reunion has mixed things up a bit, but you can still see the shadow of the Ursus military here.
They've undergone strict military training... Yes, that's likely.
The core network of Reunion personnel could be Infected who have received Ursus military training.
They're the only ones who could gather up such a large group of Infected.
It's clear that this battle won't be an easy win for us.
Hm? No, I'm fine. Rosmontis and I, all the Rhodes Island operators... we all wanted to be here.
Uh huh, it's okay, Raidian, I have Dr. {nickname} and Dr. Kal'tsit with me.

Kal'tsit : All right, Amiya, it's time to begin.

Amiya : Right. Okay, Raidian, it's up to you and Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : First thing's first, we have to make good use of our comms.
Team R-4, activate your equipment.
Raidian, it will take Rosmontis ten minutes to cast her Arts. During that time, we cannot lose comms for even a split second, unless we determine that we have to disconnect.
Continued use of Originium Arts will cause you discomfort, and if the nausea becomes unbearable, you are to immediately take the supplement I formulated for you.
Moderate dizziness is a side effect. It won't harm your nervous system, but it will massively drain your strength.
Be careful not to overdose. After the first ten minutes, you can take intermittent breaks. Do not overexert yourself.
We're asking a lot of you, Raidian.

[... ]

Kal'tsit : Rosmontis, all of the enemy's messages will be sent to your portable terminal via Raidian. Feel them, and log them.
Should their location change, you cannot lose them. Seize their feelings and log them again.
Reach out with your body, Rosmontis, and picture yourself roaming the city.

Rosmontis : I understand, Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Amiya...

Amiya : I know.

Kal'tsit : You have your work cut out for you. If anything anomalous happens, I will stop your casting. The instant you feel any pain, let me know.

Amiya : Rosmontis... I'm going closer to you.

Rosmontis : Yes, I'm ready too. I'm not scared. Amiya, don't be scared of me.

Amiya : I won't. I'm not scared of Rosmontis. We won't be scared.

Doctor : They touched foreheads...

Kal'tsit : Amiya is stabilizing Rosmontis's emotions.
You may not want to look directly at them, Dr. {nickname}. It is unwise for any but the most tragically afflicted warriors to look directly at the expansion of the essence of Rosmontis's Arts.

Doctor : Excuse me?! / ...Amiya...? / You're can't mean our little bunny...?

Kal'tsit : ......
I figured you'd realize it sooner.
Or that you already knew but hadn't indicated as much to me.
But yes, Dr. {nickname}.
...Amiya's battles, both physical and mental, have been far beyond what any human being should have to endure.

Doctor : What have you done...

Kal'tsit : Two, or maybe three would be okay. The more people to share the burden, the better.
Dr. {nickname}, I'm not talking specifically about a memory or a battlefield experience. This refers to demands on both responsibility and physical ability.
If you'd like, you could hold Amiya's hand to share that burden.

Doctor : (Reach out to Amiya) / (Do nothing)

Kal'tsit : No, not today, anyway. You and I have another urgent task.
We need to buy them precious time.
......
A pharmaceutical company investigates the root cause of a problem, adapts to the environment, allocates functions appropriately, and looks for a breakthrough.
Our target is smaller and more precise than in a conventional battle. A small tactical assault team's work is closer to a surgery than it is to a firefight.
What the warmongers can't do falls within our area of expertise.
Rhodes Island is going to take out the enemy command in the core city. All our objectives center on rooting out the cause of this disease.
But even if we excise the cancer, if the cause of the problem remains unknown to us, it will not be fundamentally solved.
Dr. {nickname}, I do hope you will give this due consideration.
–Who are our patients?
The normal Infected? The Ursus who were Infected? Reunion? Or this city?
And where is the cause of this disease?
We've discussed how Reunion is not maintaining the city's communication networks.
It has become clear that Talulah deliberately kept Originium clusters from the Catastrophe in the city to maintain a state of chaos.
That will massively disrupt our communications.
Even our most advanced equipment will not function under these conditions.
But now, thanks to elite operator Raidian, we can make use of the otherwise chaotic airwaves.
That leaves us with a direct, reliable method of communication, and a tactical advantage.

Doctor : One advantage isn't enough.

Kal'tsit : True.
You saw the runners carrying megaphones. The guerrillas use these antiquated methods to carry intelligence and orders in encrypted messages.
We have yet to properly map the movements of these runners, but Rosmontis is working on it.
Their transmissions may not be instantaneous, and are limited in range, but it is the most stable and disciplined method in a hostile environment.
Can you guess what's wrong with this method?

Doctor : It depends on the person first giving the order? / ...the source. / The squad can't survive without its head.

Kal'tsit : Correct.
The real commander's location is hidden.
What would you do in that position, Doctor?

Doctor : I'd flush them out! / ...Use bait. / I'd have to cause some chaos first.

Kal'tsit : Correct.
Now we've focused our thinking. This is another tactical advantage.
......
Doctor, the Arts Rosmontis is releasing will show us the location of every runner and their patrol routes.
She will expand her consciousness and capture every physical structure within range. At the same time, her mental state will grow increasingly chaotic.
Amiya is working to flatten those emotions.
Raidian is the core of our communications. With her Arts, we can communicate unimpeded for a short period of time.
We just need to wait for Rosmontis to finish her part, then we go.
For now, the guerrillas know nothing about us.
They are completely unaware that we are targeting their communications, or that we are able to work against the ancient Sarkaz witchcraft..
We do have our methods, limited as they may be.
After striking the runners, the guerrillas will respond. Within a half hour, they will have new runners working, and they will be hardened against further attacks.
They will be on high alert, and may not have weaknesses to exploit.
What's more, we will have exposed our positioning and tactics, putting us in a difficult situation.
However, we only need to execute a single surgical strike. With that one blow, we will force out their command unit.
The guerrillas won't be expecting another Infected spec ops team.
This is a tactical advantage.

Doctor : I'm more concerned with implementation. Will it work?

Kal'tsit : –I'm not going to exaggerate.
Dr. {nickname}, even with our three tactical advantages, we are more likely to fail than succeed.

Doctor : Then why do it like this?

Kal'tsit : Because anything else would be even less likely to succeed.
...Rosmontis should have started her search. Hold your breath, and don't look.

Rosmontis : –First–
I... found three.

Amiya : Rosmontis... you're okay. Come here, a little closer.

Rosmontis : ...Four.

Amiya : Your ear. I'm running my finger over your ear like this... you can hear it. These are just fragments of your imagination, and you've seen it all before.

Rosmontis : Mm...
Five.

Kal'tsit : ......
Doctor, are you afraid of getting hurt?

Doctor : ...Huh?

Kal'tsit : These three teams will split up for the fight. Each will be responsible for enemy teams and crippling the runners in a different sector. We cannot give them a chance to get the word out.
Each of our squads will also redistribute their power projection, which I have already planned for. Don't worry.
As for you, you're with me.

Doctor : Me?! / ...Use bait. / Do I have to?

Kal'tsit : Bring your security specialist. You can't refuse. I think.
The guerrillas' equipment is of excellent quality, similar to that of the Ursus military, and they keep to discipline and tactics even more harshly and effectively.
Sarkaz, Ursus, Liberi and other races all united under a single banner.
You are safe only under my protection. I don't want Rosmontis to kill you by accident, and I don't want Amiya to distract herself trying to protect you. And Raidian, you haven't even met.
You can't cause trouble with me.
...Wait.
–Rosmontis?

Rosmontis : Ah... Nng...

Kal'tsit : Raidian, sever Rosmontis's connection. Now!
Amiya, her mental state?

Amiya : But... Rosmontis... The scene I reached out to was stable, nothing strange was happening... It shouldn't have...
It's... falling? She's... looking at the sky?
...Lost. She's lost. She's falling.

Kal'tsit : Body temperature dropping, shortness of breath... Sharp decrease in endorphin levels.

Doctor : Does she need the injection?

Kal'tsit : (Shakes her head)
This isn't like Raidian using supplements to replenish her energy. Rosmontis's Arts throw off a balance inside her body, but not an entirely biological one.
Injecting steroids to increase hormone production can seriously disrupt her endocrine system that could result in a failure of her inhibitor functions.

Rosmontis : I... I...
You left me? Why... I have to...
–Why did you leave me...?

Doctor : But this is very bad.

Kal'tsit : Bad is not an excuse to indulge my incompetence.
Dr. {nickname}, I will not resort to emergency measures that cause permanent bodily harm... no matter how effective they may be.
Rosmontis's problem is not biological. She is the only one who can solve it.

<Background fades out and in>

Kal'tsit : Rosmontis.
Rosmontis, look at my hand.

Rosmontis : Doc... tor... Kal... tsit..

Kal'tsit : Look at Dr. Kal'tsit's hand.
My hand is stroking your face now. Look, Dr. Kal'tsit is here. Look at me.

Rosmontis : ...Hnng.

Kal'tsit : Rosmontis, Kal'tsit doesn't have much time to stay with you. Neither does Amiya...
Outcast, Misery, Blaze, or anyone else.
But for now, Amiya and I are here.

Rosmontis : Uh... huh.

Kal'tsit : Keep pushing, Rosmontis. Walk forward.

Amiya : Yes, Rosmontis... over here. Walk this way. On the deck.
It's very hard, I know... But, Rosmontis, this is the deck, you can step on it. You won't fall through.
This is Rhodes Island.

Kal'tsit : We're here with you.

Amiya : I'm here with you.

Rosmontis : –I know.

[... ]

Doctor : Her breathing... it's stabilizing.

Rosmontis : ...Doctor... Kal'tsit... give me...
The... data.

Kal'tsit : –Okay.
Raidian, connect Rosmontis's terminal. She's okay.
I'm sure. Do it.

Rosmontis : –Second.
Seven.

Amiya : I see..
Her... Rosmontis is standing now. Her consciousness is peaceful and harmonious. Aw... it's like a fluffy basket holding her dreams.
We're fine, Dr. Kal'tsit.

Doctor : Fluffy basket...
...a kitten? / Cute. / It suits... you.

Amiya : (Oh...?)

Rosmontis : Pfft.
Amiya's turning red, Dr. {nickname}.

Amiya : ...I didn't want you to see that!

Rosmontis : It's okay. Mmhm. Okay.
Again... again. Amiya, let's go forward a bit. I can feel it.
Third.
...Dr. Kal'tsit, I found them. All of them.

Kal'tsit : We're ready.

Rosmontis : Yes, thank you. And thank you, Amiya.

Amiya : Don't thank me for doing my job, Rosmontis... no need. You know I love saying that, don't you?

Rosmontis : Uh huh. But you took me to the bridge, and to the mountain... and the clouds were so pretty.
It's a long road.
Let's go, Amiya. We can go down.

Kal'tsit : Raidian, split the connections. You can take five.
Amiya, Rosmontis, keep the channel clear.

Amiya : Okay, now, Raiden, Dr. Kal'tsit, Rosmontis...
Time to fight.

<Background fades out and in>

Kal'tsit : It looks like you have something on your mind.

Doctor : Your tone is much softer than it used to be.

Kal'tsit : That's not what you're thinking. But if you'd like, I can be harsher with you.

Doctor : Tell me about the kitten. / ...Rosmontis. / I want to talk about the silver-haired girl.

Kal'tsit : You were very lucky back there.
Taking a step back, it may be that Rosmontis likes you. She controlled her outburst.
Otherwise you would have bitten off your own tongue watching Amiya and I guide her, and seeing the manifestation of her Arts.
...Rosmontis was born in a lab.
She did not suffer the same tragedy as most experimental Infected. She did not die from the increasingly cruel experiments.
As the project moved forward, she gradually crushed the entire facility.
The lab did not destroy her, she destroyed it. Her Arts are tied to her mental state.
The group that found her and smuggled her to Rhodes Island has made it clear that "Rosmontis does not exist."
I know what you're thinking. And no, through force or coercion, I would never allow an individual who has been through that to become an operator.
But Rosmontis herself chose responsibility, training, and companionship.
With her subconscious Arts usage causing constant damage, the caster operators decided to train her. She had to mature faster than the others, which she fortunately wanted to do.
We didn't want to abandon her to the wilderness. We did not want to inject her with suppressants. And we certainly didn't want Rhodes Island to be reduced to a heap of pulverized shrapnel.
This solution was our last resort. We have to train her to use her Arts, rather than indulge or imprison her.
She's like Amiya in some ways, and unlike her in others.

Doctor : Don't keep me in suspense. / ...Elaborate. / I don't quite understand.

Kal'tsit : Then let me finish, please.
They are alike in that they will both fight to the end for other people.
As for how they're different–
You know Amiya has never wanted to make enemies. Even when forced to do so, she fights back her tears, reluctantly destroying her enemies.
But Rosmontis, I could say, Doctor, that Rosmontis...
She's never given up on a mission. Faced with any situation, she handles it appropriate, and wins.
That is our simultaneously reasonable and incomprehensible Annihilation Specialist, Rosmontis.
She is an elite operator for no other reason than she met the standards across the entire battery of tests.
The operators who feared her came to know what she was really like and ultimately put their lives in her hands...
Because she protects them, with all her power.
If Blaze won the respect of our people through leadership of her team, Rosmontis fought for their respect.
She heard their expectations, and exceeded them.

Doctor : But there are practical considerations to her participation here.

Kal'tsit : There are other operators with detection Arts similar to Rosmontis's, with different casting conditions.
Rosmontis can do more than just locate, you've seen the way she fights.
Dr. {nickname}, we allowed Rosmontis to join this op because she is the best operator for the job, and because she believes as much herself.
Her Arts are also enough to help Amiya and I face the leader of the guerrillas...
"Patriot, of Reunion."

Doctor : Yelena's...

Rosmontis : Dr. Kal'tsit! The abandoned trolley station, behind the fallen restaurant sign, the gate of #4 Secondary School, third floor of the town hall clocktower!

Kal'tsit : Acknowledged.

Amiya : Copy! I'll go to the town hall, Dr. Kal'tsit!

Kal'tsit : Then we'll go to #4 Secondary School, Doctor. Move.

Doctor : I'll help you command, Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : ......
Precisely.
Rosmontis, Amiya, and I will deal with the runners. And you...
Dr. {nickname}, you will command our free units and slow the guerrilla fighters.
Remember, we target only the enemies we can target.
Once the guerrillas regroup, we fall back. We are here to complete our objective, not to entertain some fantastical idea of a direct fight.
This will be a protracted battle. We could suffer casualties, or even total defeat.
If that happens, we could be facing a new dark age for the Infected.
The best possible outcome for us could be that the command squad does not appear.
We head straight for the command tower and the generator area, leaving the Reunion Infected to handle their own problems with the Infected.
But he won't, not this guerrilla commander.
He won't lose control of the battle and watch his team fall apart. It is not faith alone that keeps his people together, he has the strength to live up to his name.
After this battle, if all goes well... we will commit everything to a conflict with their command squad.
We will face down Buldrokkas'tee.

Operation story: 7-17

After operation

Summary

Under the close teamwork and withering firepower of Rhodes Island's forces, the enemy is wiped out before they can react.
However, Patriot appears at a critical moment.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Runner Three, down!

Rosmontis : Runner Seven, destroyed!

Kal'tsit : Runner Eight, intercepted.
Raidian, execute the feint! Use your Arts to extend or hit their nervous systems directly!
Pull all the enemies!

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : *Pant* *pant*... so tough. Is everyone okay?

Rhodes Island Operator : No problems yet... But... it's really intense. I've never seen combat on this scale before...
I'm due for a vacation if I make it back from this.

Amiya : Right. I'll approve it.
But first... let's knock out this team! Then if you want a raise, a vacation, a specific assignment, I'll grant anything!

<Background fades out and in>

Guerrilla Fighter : Incoming!
Don't get distracted! Back in formation!
A major firefight by the east exit? Stay calm, push ahead slow. Don't give them an opening!
These don't look like Ursus or Yan tactics. What's going on? Who are they?
After picking off Ursus soldiers for years, now we get ambushed?
No actual fighting...? Cowards! You'll pay for underestimating the guerrillas!
Watch the altar! The protection the Captain gave us only mitigates its effects. He told us a million times not to go near it unless we have to!
Runner, get the other teams on the horn.
...No response?
Where are the mortars? And the devils?
......
Hold on. Something's not right.

<Background fades out and in>

Rosmontis : Runner Twelve, destroyed!

Rhodes Island Operator : The guerrilla fighters are closing ranks! Now's our best chance to break through!

Doctor : No! It could be a trap!

Amiya : ...Hmm..
Roger. Rosmontis, let's scan the area with our Arts.

Rosmontis : I can't reach it. The enemy... is blocking me somehow.

Kal'tsit : Sarkaz casters. They're the only ones who could interfere with Arts like Rosmontis's.

Amiya : Then it's up to me...!

Kal'tsit : Raidian, how long can you keep it up?
...We'll be quick.

Amiya : I... I found them. Yes. They have a lot of snipers and casters hidden in those buildings.
They're calm... some agitated. But they're not fanatics. They're... fortifying that point.
...Duty.
The Doctor is right. It's a trap.

Rosmontis : I'm nearby. I'm coming.

Amiya : Can you do it?

Rosmontis : Yes. I won't smash the whole building. I'll just destroy the level they're on, so they won't bother us.
Amiya, I can do it.

Amiya : Right, Rosmontis... I know you can. Definitely.

Rosmontis : ...Amiya, will you p'ei fu me then?

Amiya : Err? What?

Rosmontis : I heard Blaze say there aren't many people who can make you p'ei fu[note 1] them.

Amiya : P'ei fu? Oh... does that mean "respect?" Sorry, I'm not so good with the Yan language. I'm pretty sure that's what it means?

Rosmontis : I don't know, Amiya...

Amiya : ...Doesn't matter. Because I've always "p'ei fu'd" Rosmontis.
You're amazing, really. I couldn't do what you do...
I couldn't bear that loss and loneliness.
There's no way I could live with it like you do, suffer through it like you do.

Rosmontis : You're lying.

Amiya : ......

Rosmontis : But it doesn't matter to me. Even if you're a liar, you're still Amiya to me.
Someone could... p'ei fu... a person like me?

Amiya : It's like you just said, Rosmontis. You're Rosmontis, so I respect you. As both an elite operator and a friend.
Keep at it, Rosmontis.

Rosmontis : Okay. We'll keep at it.

<Background fades out and in>

Guerrilla Fighter : Where are they? What are they waiting for?
N-No! We can't leave the area! We strike as soon as they show their faces! No one else falls out of contact!
Hey, is that an enemy on top of that building over there?

[Rosmontis is seen on top of a building nearby. ]

Guerrilla Fighter : ...A cat? Just one little Feline...?!
Runner! Tell the casters! The enemy deployed a caster on the building across the way!
We've gotta take her out!
–A sword? A weapon? She's pulling them out of the air...
Huh? Floating weapons?

<Background black>

Rosmontis : Slice from here, to there.
Hold it... with my hands. Cut, with the sword.
...Like slicing a potato.

「Like slicing a potato. 」

[Rosmontis uses her Arts to cut a building into two pieces. ]

Kal'tsit : Doctor! Get over here!

Doctor : The whole building... got cut in half?

Kal'tsit : Rosmontis is destroying the guerrillas' ambush point. Watch for falling debris!

Doctor : What the hell was that?

Kal'tsit : Assuming you're talking about Rosmontis's Arts, it may be time to explain it to you, now that you've seen it so many times.
It is a state of mind she shapes herself. You can think of it like Rosmontis has a gigantic, second, invisible body that cannot be acted upon.
It is a formless extension of her sense of touch. She can grab, squeeze, lift up, and toss away.
But these Arts lack objective manifestation, as opposed to her subjective mind.
It can act upon us with force, but we cannot act upon it. We only know it exists with the application of special Originium Arts.
You need not grasp it fully. This is not your area of expertise.
Rosmontis was much more destructive before we put a weapon in her hands. A lot like being crushed beneath the treads of a nomadic city. All that's left is a crying young girl alone in the ruins.
Under no circumstances can that be allowed to happen again.
...Doctor, move.
I see it. The command group is coming...
There should be a waterway under the ruins of the park fountain.
They hid in such an inconspicuous place.
...The story of the ambush on Graymane Peak, that supposedly involved seven straight days of stakeout and tricked the strongest of knights, may well have been true.
Let's go, Dr. {nickname}. No time to lose.
Raidian, cease fire. Find a good place to hide. I need you to focus on keeping our comms up.
Mantra-2, log all our conversations. Every last word.

Rosmontis : Runner Group Fourteen, successfully intercepted.
Amiya, Dr. Kal'tsit, I'm ready.

<Background fades out and in>

Guerrilla Fighter : (Are you okay...? Talk to me! Look at me!)

Guerrilla Fighter : (Good, you're with us. I'm okay. Doesn't matter. You hide somewhere, don't let them find you... we need you to regroup.)

Guerrilla Fighter : (I know. We'll get them. You stay quiet!)

Guerrilla Fighter : (I'm fine. No injuries. A little stone is nothing compared to an Ursus Fortcracker.)
(Don't panic! I can stop it, you look for an opening!)

Guerrilla Fighter : ......
You! What are you looking at?! Too scared to fight us?
Whoever you are, you lost the guts to take us on now? Too scared of Patriot's blood? Scared of his witchcraft?
Thinking back to the time you fought the Sarkaz? You had them outnumbered, you could've won, but in the end you just ran up the casualties!
But we'll do you one better! You can't break our shields, you can't crack our armor! You're nothing before the undying Patriot!
The mightiest Ursus warrior... needs no spear or shield. He'll stomp you to pieces.
You... are nothing!
Our fighters will regroup here soon! You can't run. Reunion will put you through hell!
Oppressors who enslave the Infected like us! You will be swallowed up by the Reunion movement!
Reunion–

[Amiya approaches the guerrilla fighter. ]

Amiya : ...Reunion already betrayed you, sir.

Guerrilla Fighter : –Little girl?

Rosmontis : ......

Guerrilla Fighter : ...Two... Infected little girls?
What are you doing?!

Rosmontis : Out of the way.
There's a man behind you, and I'm going to break the device behind him.

Guerrilla Fighter : ......
You think I'll show you mercy just because you look like a kid?
Don't underestimate Patriot's Guard! We're the Aegis of the Infected... I'm here to stop your attack.
If you attack the Infected, I'll strangle you with my own two hands!

Rosmontis : Then my weapons will talk for me.

Guerrilla Fighter : You... You're the cat from before.
Your sword...

Runner : (Get out of here, guardian! Tell the others! I'll be okay!)

Guerrilla Fighter : (That's your job, not mine! You have to survive!)
Come, try to pierce my shield! Try to break my armor!

Rosmontis : Amiya. I'm out of options.

Amiya : But...

Rosmontis : He won't die. But he may never walk again.

Doctor : Wait–

Rosmontis : Go. Stab...

[Rosmontis launches her metal slabs at the fighter... ]

??? : You, can't.

[...but it was stopped by the towering, armored man with his hands. ]

Amiya : ?!

Rosmontis : How... you blocked my sword with your bare hands?
Hm... My hand... numb...
When did you get here? I never felt...
No. Oh... I think... I thought that was a building collapsing, but that was you?
You, no, you and your team... You're like...
...a mountain.

??? : ......

Kal'tsit : Rosmontis, fall back.

Rosmontis : But I...

Kal'tsit : That's an order, Rosmontis.
An order.

Guerrilla Fighter : Captain...!

[The towering, armored man who stopped Rosmontis' attack is revealed to be Patriot. ]

Patriot : You did, well. Go, regroup.
Now, you...
Rhodes Island.
I don't care, who, you are.
You attacked, my men. You, die.

Kal'tsit : Are you sure you don't care?

Patriot : Very, sure–
Wait... wait.
You...

Kal'tsit : ...Buldrokkas'tee.

Patriot : You... how...?

Kal'tsit : It's been a while.

Patriot : You... Dame Kal'tsit?

Notes

Hanzi: 佩服; Pinyin: pèifú. "Admire" in Mandarin.

Operation story: 7-18

Before operation

Summary

Patriot stands like a mountain before Rhodes Island. The only way to cross... is to overcome him.

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : It's been a long time, Buldrokkas'tee.

Patriot : ......
Dame, Kal'tsit?
Why don't... you age?
Shieldguards. Guerrillas. Stand by. Hold position.

Shieldguard : Roger.

Patriot : Lord.

Kal'tsit : The way you talk... is that because of an infected organ in your larynx?

Patriot : No. Just, over time, became like this. I can't, speak smoothly, anymore.
Dame... I never thought, I'd see you, again.
I remember, faintly. When my people, left. You and, Her Majesty, didn't stop us.

Kal'tsit : That was a long, long time ago.

Patriot : I was, in my prime. Now I know, too sudden. I was wrong, about the King.

Kal'tsit : ...You'll still call her "Majesty" and "King."

Patriot : A king, is a king.
When I left, she wasn't. Now, she has passed.

Amiya : ......

Kal'tsit : You still distinguish the King of Kazdel and the Emperor of Ursus.

Patriot : Decorum. War does not, muddle, my thoughts. Who I served? All gone.
Ursus now, is my homeland, too. My liege, buried in Ursus. Vast land.
...To long, Dame. When we left...
My people were, not yet withered. Still, it was not, long.
But you... no change. The years, did not change you.

Kal'tsit : Not true. The years have changed us all, Buldrokkas'tee. I'm not the same woman I was before.
Buldrokkas'tee... why did you leave Kazdel?

Patriot : Why I left, I think, you will laugh.
I left, because, I hated killing.
...But for my life, I have killed.

Kal'tsit : All that you've been through has only tempered your will. Your blood still flows in your veins. I will not laugh at you. You've earned respect.

Patriot : High praise, Dame. I failed to avoid, killing. I did, kill so many.
Dame, this name... Do you know, how I got it?

Kal'tsit : Your followers consider you a true warrior, fighting for Ursus. You fight injustice, slavery, bloodshed and oppression for the future of Ursus.
Do you agree?

Patriot : (Shakes his head)
Even if war, is necessary, such a title, is trouble.
For many, we started war. But war, is murder.
The war ends. If it, truly, ends. We should, all die.

Kal'tsit : But war never ends.

Patriot : But I will die.
But, for my death, I want, meaning. I want to see, for Ursus, for the Infected, another future.
I asked, many times, of my people, Kazdel. You and, Her Majesty, worked together, for many years. She trusted you.
So, I too, trust you.
You led, Rhodes Island, here. Not for blood.
...But them, those two. They stink, of my daughter. Her death.

Kal'tsit : —!

Doctor : Me? And... Amiya...

Amiya : Mr. Patriot...

Doctor : FrostNova died to test us–

Patriot : No. No more.

Kal'tsit : Do you seek vengeance on Rhodes Island, Patriot?

Patriot : No, Dame. Not vengeance.
Why take, vengeance, for her, actions?
That was, her path. She chose. No matter, where it ended.

Doctor : Your daughter fought us with everything she had! / She was strong. / FrostNova had an iron will.
And she approved of us too.

Patriot : Quiet.

Doctor : ...What?

Amiya : ...Mr. Patriot?

Patriot : She's, so young. Only knows, blind trust.
The truth, we believed, in the end, is exposed. Only a few, wolves, in sheep's clothing.

Doctor : You...!

Amiya : Mr. Patriot! Miss FrostNova gave her life, her Arts... everything...
Miss FrostNova let go of everything just to prove herself, her anger, her ideals...
Her life had meaning!

Patriot : Enough. Not your place, to say this.

Amiya : Oh...

Kal'tsit : (Amiya, don't. Say no more.)

Patriot : What, do you know?
If my daughter, was not, terminal... Killing you, would be easy, for her. Like slicing wheat, with a sickle.
What you, endured, I do not care.
It means, nothing. It proves, nothing.

Doctor : Talulah has set the core city on a collision course for Lungmen!

Patriot : And is she, declaring it, Ursus territory?

Doctor : How did you know?! / ...... / Seems like we can skip that part.

Amiya : Patriot... how... then why...?

Patriot : The puppetmaster, has many tools. Puppetmasters, think alike.
But I cannot, let you through. Reunion, cannot destroy, itself.
I won't, betray again. Or they, the Infected, the struggle, are for nothing. They die.
Even if, Talulah, has gone mad...
How do I tell, the Infected, their leader, is mad? A traitor?
How do I say, she is wrong now, but once right? How do I say, she, who you follow, must now die?
I won't let, Reunion, become "Infected, civil war, then nothing." I will not.

Kal'tsit : But Reunion won't be able to carry its own weight. And besides, Talulah has been working secretly to destroy Reunion from within.

Patriot : You are right, Dame Kal'tsit.
And so, you are here.
I prepared, to face, many types of foe.
But I did not, expect, in the end, to fight Infected.

Kal'tsit : ...Is this really what you choose?
Buldrokkas'tee... You don't have to die.

Patriot : Choose? I have only, one choice.
To kill you.

Amiya : Patriot, we don't need to throw more lives away! This isn't like it was with Miss FrostNova! No matter who wins, this battle is playing right into the enemy's hands!

Patriot : Wrong.
Cautus, this, is war.
You want me, to stop. Why, should I stop?
I fought far, too many wars.
As the, Wendigo, of Ursus... barbarians. Flayers, ripped flesh from bone, vicious herds, we cleansed.
Monsters. Twisted, stinking limbs, eyes in the, hundreds. Fingers in, the thousands. We slaughtered.
Warriors. Victoria, with steam armor. Kazimierz, with Silverlance Pegasi. Laterano, with Apostolic, Gun-Knights. All of them, we defeated, utterly.
But we cannot, defeat ourselves. Cannot defeat, the Empire's greed. Cannot defeat, our people's deaths.
We, the Wendigos, are the Sarkaz, closest, to death.
You are stained, with my daughter's death.
In this world, there are fates, worse than death.
Why should I stop? Who dares, test me? My virtue?
They called me, righteous. Should I, accept?
Fate thinks me weak. Do I suffer it? They called me strong. Should I bear it?
Traitor, rebel, butcher, guardian...
All of them, like "Patriot." On the battlefield, they are nothing, but scraps.
Rhodes Island...
You killed her. I'll kill you.
It is not, revenge. I have no heart, for vengeance.
My daughter just, gave up the fight.

Doctor : No! / ...... / That's not how it is, sir.

Patriot : If not, then how? She gave her life, and you still live?!
I, will not, give up.
I only know, what I see. I only know, what I hold.
I don't fight you, for my daughter.
...But I loathe fate.
I will fell it, crush it, grind it to dust.
If fate, lets you, make me turn.
I would rather, never turn, back.

Shieldguard : ...Captain! Are you really going to...?

Patriot : Anyone who, thinks me, dishonorable. Stand now, challenge me.
But if you, value your life... We part, here.
I don't want, for you, a foolish death. I won many times. I know this, too well.

Amiya : You can't...

Kal'tsit : Buldrokkas'tee, don't be stupid, you can live on.

Patriot : Dame, you too, have tasted loss.
And so, could you, stand by, and watch?

Kal'tsit : –You–

Patriot : My blood, no longer, serves her. Yes. My country... is Ursus.
But when she, died. We heard it... that long, long gasp.

Kal'tsit : ......
So you could feel it...
That was the moment with the pulse containing her Arts spread through the body of every Sarkaz in the world.
It was only an instant. But you felt it. That means your blood... is ancient enough.

Patriot : So ancient that, I am alone.
I never thought, born in Kazdel, never Infected... Then, an old man, I tasted it, Oripathy.
Is that right?
We all know, Dame. We all know. Things in this world, do not happen, because they are, right.
In fact, most things, are mistakes, again.
My men said, I can fix them. In fact, they are too many. There is no, looking back.
Do you fight, to this day, for what, you lost, Dame?
I think, no.
I think, you lost, and you refuse, to lose more.

Kal'tsit : ......

Patriot : My daughter, has passed.
–I fight not, for her death. I fight, for the living, for all Infected, to the end.
Reunion, cannot fail.
Reunion must, liberate. All Infected.

<Background fades out and in>

Sarkaz Mercenary : Are you sending messages for him and his men?
What will you say to him?

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...You're trying to set up the guerrillas. You're... you're going to turn the Ursus Infected against them, to kill them.
You know they won't raise a hand against the civilians.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Hate is the strongest weapon. It's a killer.

Rhodes Island Guard? : But he won't die.
He's Patriot... he's all the greatest legends summed up in one man. I've seen his armor. I've seen him swing a weapon.
He can't die! He and his people are the strongest fighters in all Reunion!
You want to kill the Infected. You devils never cared about life, but he does!
He's Ursus... he's Sarkaz, and he's Infected! But none of those qualities push him to do wrong!
He's not just Ursus, he's not just Sarkaz, he's not just an Infected. He's the Patriot, just the Patriot.
He'll beat you, he'll block your attacks, spit on your insults, regroup the Infected, and cleanse their hate...
He's Patriot, and he won't die.
And you're a bunch of maggots, dancing on the strings of the disgusting schemers running this show.

Sarkaz Mercenary : ......
You're talking like that because you know you're gonna die.
And you're definitely right about that.
Patriot's pretty tough. But you're not. You're gonna die.

<Background fades out and in>

Patriot : So you, will not pass. I will not, allow it.
To go through, central district, you have to, kill me.
Otherwise, my guerrillas, will hunt. And I, will be here, strangling you, to death.
You will die, at my hands.
Only if, you kill me, will your value, be known. Otherwise, you are only, intruders.

Doctor : What's wrong with you?! / ...How unreasonable. / I'm afraid I don't really follow.

Patriot : Of course, I don't believe, you have any, value.
I don't know, how you could, resist, my people's, witchcraft. But you will not, survive, Ursus tactics.

Doctor : You really hate us that much?

Patriot : I don't hate, anyone.
I just don't, trust you. I cannot, trust.
Even you, Lord. You brought...

Kal'tsit : You won't approve of us.

Patriot : I don't believe, in coincidences.
War.
War, does not care. Not about right, or wrong.
It does not, care about, the suffering, or the oppressed, or the enslaved. Off the battlefield, there are. On the battlefield, there are not.
You must prepare, for the battlefield.
Whoever dies, is wrong.

Rosmontis : I can't... I can't understand him...!

Rhodes Island Operator : What is he saying... why do we have to fight?

Patriot : Fight, or be crushed.
Resist, and be crushed.
Unless, you defeat, me.
If fate, stands with me, I kill you. Then I, shall kill it. So it cannot, mock anyone, ever again.
If fate, stands with you.

Patriot : I can only, go forward. Advance.

Kal'tsit : ......
All operators, fall back, immediately!

Patriot : I step forward.

Kal'tsit : Our target is an Infected commander of the Reunion movement, code name: "Patriot."
His armor, his strength, his stature, far surpass anything you would expect of a warrior.
Originium may have taken over many of his physiological functions. The Originium in what was once his larynx... is a product of the high rate of crystallization happening inside his body.
That's the most we've been able to gather from our intel.
I have reason to believe that a typically fatal wound will not do any significant damage to him, as the Originium will grow and replace tissue damage!
Wendigos naturally exhibit an extremely high metabolic and repair capacity. And from where we stand, we don't know whether his infection is causing him pain, or is a benign mutation.
But no matter how resilient he may be, we have to kill him.
Only by killing him can we get through the central district, reach the bridge, and stop the enemy's exploitation of Reunion!
His guards have been confused by his actions. This is our last chance.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit...

Doctor : What's happening? / ...Why? / How did it come to this?

Kal'tsit : ...We're just a fork in his road. All that we've built means nothing to him.
We're a choice just like "go kill Talulah right now." But I think that one carries more weight to him, might be worth further investigation.
To put it frankly, he's looking down on us.

Amiya : Even with Dr. Kal'tsit here...

Kal'tsit : Even the Emperor of Ursus himself couldn't get him to bow his head, let alone me.
We'll have to use his death... to open his eyes, and make him see all that we've done, and make him realize that we're stronger than him.
But there's no way he himself could ever... change. Everything else, all that you value, is too fragile for him. It can't bear his weight.
Hellagur from Azazel misjudged this Sarkaz's character.
...No matter how noble Buldrokkas'tee may be, no matter how much he carries on his shoulders, he is an indomitable warrior, first and foremost.
FrostNova trusted you, so she gave the last bit of her life to you... But Patriot does not.
He doesn't trust. He only trusts himself.
(...Even outwardly.)
Prepare for battle. It all comes down to battle now.
–Only war can kill him.

Patriot : Wise choice, Lord.
Guerrillas, regroup.
You have only, a few minutes left.
I say, no more.
I seek no, understanding. I only, win wars.

「Defying all comprehension, the monstrously fearsome warrior stands before you.
But, you remember, there is another monstrous warrior who comprehends everything, standing right beside you...
Amiya grips your hand tightly. 」

Patriot : Rhodes Island, I advance.

After operation

Summary

In a corner of the core city, Mephisto has an encounter with the sarcophagus.
After a fierce battle, Patriot discovers Amiya's secret. He remembers the words of an old prophecy, and finally falls.

<Background 2>

[Patriot stands tall amidst the inevitable battle against the Rhodes Island. ]

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, hold!

Mon3tr : (Screech)

Kal'tsit : Sniper operators, keep up the fire on his torso. His armor is already severely damaged. Casters, keep the other guerrilla fighters under control. Don't let them interfere.

[Patriot remains unflinching. ]

Mon3tr : (Wails)

Kal'tsit : Pull back, Mon3tr. You don't have advantage in close quarters! You can't stop him now!

Rosmontis : The sword is slipping! Even if... I try to hold him, I can't move him. He feels like a landslide...

Kal'tsit : Focus the energy into a beam... focus... keep focusing... then aim the beam at his heart!

Mon3tr : Hissss...

Kal'tsit : Fire! Now!

[Mon3tr fires an energy beam at Patriot, but it had little effect. ]

Patriot : ......

Mon3tr : Grrr...

Kal'tsit : Even that wasn't enough to destroy him...

Doctor : How is he so persistent...?!

Kal'tsit : "Ever fight is to the death. Life on the line in every fight, for life will return to the blood, and live forever in another body..."
Vanguard operators, keep up the pressure... fall back. His own body will unleash the "cannibalism" ritual, as if he himself is a gigantic witchcraft device...
Buldrokkas'tee, there are many Sarkaz who would not see a Wendigo like you sacrificed for nothing.

Patriot : No. How can I, be sacrificed?
I can still, move. I can still, kill you.
My body, still hears, my commands.
I have not yet felt, the pain... misery, and regret.
Is it enough? Could it be? Enough?

Amiya : Mr. Buldrokkas'tee... please, stop... stop this! Fighting more will only bring you more suffering!

Patriot : Warrior.
A warrior, should carry, all of the dead.
I carry, their pain, their hate, their silence.
If I, stop...
They died for nothing.
Suffering? You should, suffer.
You cannot, defeat me.

Amiya : Hnng...

<Background 3>

Wife : Don't be sad, my love...
You won't remarry? Don't be like that, dear...
*Sigh*, but you won't agree with my yapping. You're stubborn as a stone. Have I ever convinced you of anything?
You'll keep fighting, won't you?
Promise me, Buldrokkas'tee, promise me you won't die in battle.
My only hope is that you don't suffer any more. Just think, after I'm gone, you'll still have our family. Look, our little Gro.
He's so cute when he's sleeping.
With his two little red horns, that still haven't hardened...
This is life. It's the continuation of my life. A child is the continuation of all the life in our world.
I know you won't eat me. I know how much you hate Wendigo traditions.
But I do so wish to flow through your life forever.
And yet, life... is ever immortal.
You're withering away. All that sadness is going to destroy you. Our son needs you to take care of him. Lingering here will be the death of you.
...No, Buldrokkas'tee. You're not a cold-blooded monster.
Your love for me is true. Even a misanthropic woman like me, managed to return your love all the same.
You look surprised... Don't be. I love you, just as tenderly and generously as you loved me.
Buldrokkas'tee, my love... the family you'll come to have, is also my family.
That's how I love you.

<Background black>

Patriot : Helen, I don't deserve your love.
I couldn't protect you. I couldn't, keep my word.
My family, I couldn't protect... any of them.
I don't deserve... love.

<Background 2>

Patriot : You trusted me. I broke my promise.
I broke my promise, but I live. And so the promise, still remains.
Because the promise, bears hate, and regret.

Rosmontis : ......

Patriot : Not only, the dead. Feline, where is it? Your hate? Your regret?

Rosmontis : I...

Patriot : You, carry it, as you go.
The people, of this city. The Ursus Infected. The world. Those who lost, their parents. The world. Those whose parents, did wrong.
They are all carried.

<Background 4>

Son : Father, I'm begging you! Don't stand with the Empire!
Orders? The Empire's orders are ridiculous!
No, I'm sorry, Father... I wasn't mocking you. I would never.
But the imperial decree is a cruel joke played on all of us.
My friend Hector was flogged alive on the bridge, just because they found out he had Oripathy!
Didn't you like his poetry too? Didn't you read them aloud at night and shed tears of joy?
He's dead! He's been sent down the dark path of death and left us forever, never to return!
He was a poet. Only the written word had the right to send him to his death!
The Empire's so-called infected decree is just a wicked intrusion into our hearts!
That kind of death, the death of the Infected, is a disgrace to both those who take life and who lose it!
Did the soldiers of the Empire win the Emperor's favor with this disgrace? It's ridiculous!
You were born in Kazdel, you grew up with Infected Sarkaz... I know you can understand the Ursus Infected too!
...Why are you so indifferent? Is your heart made of iron too? Or is it because you, as a still uninfected Sarkaz, have no compassion in your heart?
We're Sarkaz... who's more susceptible to Oripathy than Sarkaz?
Maybe when one of us gets infected, you'll know how absurd these crimes are!
Maybe then you'll leave your path of bloodshed and take a walk down the boulevard of mercy!
Fine, fine, Father...! You're the one and only Buldrokkas'tee! If Oripathy won't haunt a tough soldier like you, it'll just have to creep up on me!
When it's hovering over my corpse laughing at you, you'll finally realize your mistake!
Don't let yourself regret it, Father!

<Background black>

Patriot : ...Grrovae'zeeal, you were innocent. So innocent.
The Infected, was me. I hid it, from you.
Father, to the end, had eyes, and was blind. Father couldn't walk, the right path.
I... regret.
I truly, regret.
My son... Father killed you. Father let you, die for nothing.
Father... doesn't deserve, to be your father.

<Background 2>

Patriot : If I stop fighting, I betray them.

Amiya : More... I see... more and more...
Mr. Patriot... You have so much regret... You never said anything? You never confided in anyone?

Patriot : ......
I can only bear, my regrets.

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, get back from him!

Patriot : I would think, why did, the King, as she was, end like that?

Kal'tsit : ......

Patriot : You won't answer. Her Majesty's death, to this day, is a mystery.
But I know, she never ran. Start to finish, she would only smile.
If I stop fighting, all resistance, means nothing. If I stop fighting, I ran.
I cannot stop.

<Background 5>

Daughter : We're not related, though? It's kind of weird to call you dad.
...You don't look so good?
No way! It's not because... my brothers and sisters are scared of me!
Hey, do you have any ideas? On how I can get them to stop hiding from me because of you?
If you do, I'll even call you daddy!
Huh? Threat-en? I don't know what that word means. You didn't teach me yet.
*Sigh*, you told me my brother learned everything really fast. But I can only go step by step... Where's my brother now?
Huh?! Why are you hugging me all of a sudden? You'll freeze!
...Are you crying? I felt something drip on my shoulder...
No? Everyone says you don't have blood or tears. Does that mean you don't cry?
But you're definitely crying, Daddy...
...I don't know what I was saying! I'm sorry! Daddy, are you crying because you're freezing and it hurts?
Daddy! Daddy! I won't say things like that anymore! And, and when I grow up... I'll make a medicine for you so you won't get frozen!
Then you won't cry anymore, right? I'm gonna grow up really fast!
Family?
Oh, you mean my brothers and sisters, and me, and you, we're all a family? Even my brother who isn't here?
Um... then, Daddy, you're everyone's daddy!
Then I'll learn from you, and avenge grandma! I'll kill all the bad people who bully us!
I can't say that?
Why?! You kill the bad guys every day, Daddy!
...What do you mean you don't want me to become like you? Aren't you a good guy?
How can my daddy be a bad guy?! That doesn't make any sense! Tell me! How are you a bad guy?!
I hate you, Daddy!
If I can't be like you, can I go to the city?
Um... Daddy... Can we really go to the city?
The candy fingers you were talking about... are they really good?
So I can't eat it if I'm like you...? Oh...!
I don't get it.
Daddy...?
I guess, it doesn't matter, I could be a good guy or a bad guy.
As long as I can be with you, Daddy, and my brothers and sisters... forever.
You're my family, I know. My closest family.
Obviously, the second is... the third is...

<Background black>

Patriot : Yelena... Yelena... My daughter.
My daughter... Father, couldn't, do anything, for you.
I couldn't, do anything.
I owe you, too much.
Too much.

<Background 2>

Amiya : ......
Too much, too much...

Patriot : Cautus girl. You are, Rhodes Island's leader.
What is special, about you?
One of your people, told me of you.
Your warriors, are excellent. But only excellent, they still die.
Where is it? Show me, your worth.
You want to stop, the core city. But you can't, defeat me?

Rosmontis : Don't touch Amiya!

[Rosmontis hurled several metal slabs at Patriot... ]

Rosmontis : One, two, three... four!

[...and it breaks the Wendigo's shield and halberd. ]

「Shield, shattered.
Spear, snapped.
The huge monster doesn't even flinch. He keeps hulking forward. 」

Patriot : Heh.
You can, pierce my armor. This suit, is finally, at its limit.

Rosmontis : ...You won't get away...!

Patriot : Feline, you are strong. A threat, to me.

Amiya : Wait, Mr. Patriot.

Patriot : Only ten, more steps. No need to wait.

Amiya : You're at your limit, I know.
Because you're not a caster like Miss FrostNova...

[Amiya unleashes an Arts attack at Patriot, which managed to actually affect him. ]

Amiya : This is enough already.
I've seen everything... in these Arts. Everything of you.
...It's enough, Mr. Patriot.

「It's enough. 」

Patriot : What... is... this?
This strike, it's precise.
I can't, move, anymore.

Kal'tsit : ...His wounds are finally catching up to him.
Buldrokkas'tee...

Patriot : (I planned, to destroy you, then the guerrillas, in your name, kill Talulah.
(No need, now. You won, the right, to kill, Talulah.)

Amiya : (Mr... Patriot?)

Patriot : (How could I, let the Infected, be enslaved, exploited?)
(My life, take it. Use it. It's your prize, as the victors.)
You, won.
Dame. Please. Take this.

Kal'tsit : –What is it?

Patriot : The key, to stop, Chernobog.
If you go, to the bridge... you need it.

Amiya : Mr. Patriot, you... just to...
Oh...

Patriot : No.
I did, intend, to kill you.
But now, you defeated me. You earned it.

Doctor : Why did you take it this far?

Patriot : Because I don't trust you.
I only trust, war.
My daughter, was naive. She was soft, she assumed, an outcome.
I don't. I wait for results.
And this... is the best... result.
My men, surprised, did not use, their strength. They live.
Only I, alone... will die. A worthy death.

<Background 6>

Rhodes Island Operator : ...What happened?!
Closure, I need the schematics to Bioprocessing Unit Thirteen!
Cabin temperature is increasing rapidly! It's an energy leak!
Wait, it's changing shape! Why is it progressing like this after fourteen hours?
PRTS, who was in this cabin last?
Dr. {nickname}? Did we lose someone in the battle for Lungmen? Who's being processed?
What?
Wait, slow down. Who did you say Dr. {nickname} put in there?

<Background 2>

Patriot : Dame!

Kal'tsit : I'm listening, Buldrokkas'tee.

Patriot : The Wendigos, exiled ourselves, lost everything.
But we carry, Sarkaz traditions.
Ancestors, molded me, nurtured me, watched over me. Now, bear witness.

Kal'tsit : Buldrokkas'tee...
...I don't know if I'm qualified.

Patriot : I think you, are the best, choice.

Kal'tsit : ......
"...I hereby witness a Sarkaz. Buldrokkas'tee, Wendigo of Kazdel, betrayed neither flesh nor blood, disgraced not his tribe."
"He leaves his body, with his life, under the light..."
"...And his soul returns to the warm blood of the Wendigos."
This is a curse.

Patriot : It is not, to me.
Oh... I feel... I feel... My vision, begins to blur.
Thank you, Dame.

Kal'tsit : I thought you hated this stuff.

Patriot : But I, am old.

<Background 7>

Phantom Crossbowman : No...
Where are we?

Sarkaz Warrior : ......

Phantom Crossbowman : Ha. So that's how it is. Ha.
Talulah really did betray us.
You think we're just going to stand here and let you kill us?!

Sarkaz Warrior : You can't fight.
If there's an afterlife, take your revenge there.

Phantom Crossbowman : We're supposed to give up, just because we know we're going to die?
We're going to be killed for no reason and–

Mephisto : Don't kill them.

Sarkaz Warrior : ...?

Mephisto : Let them go.

Sarkaz Warrior : Mephisto...?

Mephisto : Devils, I'll give you bodies that know no pain. Let them go.

Sarkaz Warrior : We're a lot tougher than your herd.

Mephisto : I'll share my life with you. And you'll really fight forever, a tireless fight.

Sarkaz Warrior : ...Fine.
But if we let them go, my people have to watch them. We're not about to disobey Talulah now.
You, crossbowmen. Go.

Phantom Crossbowman : Mephisto?!
(Why would he save us...? Is this part of Talulah's plot?)

Sarkaz Warrior : But why come here?

Mephisto : ...Because I want to go in there. I want to know what secrets there are. I want to know why Rhodes Island would bring someone out of here.
Because I saw someone coming out of here on the logs.

Phantom Crossbowman : Mephisto...? Why?

Mephisto : Would you like to hear a song?

Phantom Crossbowman : But, Captain Faust said... He said...

Mephisto : Yes, yes. I can't sing anymore.
Oh, but I can try.
It ought to be a lullaby, yes? I don't remember who taught it to me... I've forgotten.
It's just, someone in my dreams was humming it.

「Go to sleep, go to sleep♪
Hedgehog dolls and little bears... 」

<Background 2>

Patriot : The Ursus, Infected, where will, they go?
How many stars... does the dark night, hide?

Shieldguard : ...Captain, Captain!

Patriot : Final order.

Shieldguard : Captain...

Patriot : Fight on. Live on.
Only you, walk... your own path.
To have a path, you must walk.
I will die. But I do not know, if I should die, now.
What is it, my death, can change?
Maybe you, can tell me, the answer.

「Sink into the still dark...
Brothers, sisters, young, and old. Dreams, oh dreams, envelop their bodies...♪ 」

<Background 8>

Hoshiguma : Missy? What are you bawling about...?

Swire : I'm not bawling!

Hoshiguma : Fine, fine. But you're right in front of the door to L.G.D. Headquarters.
Probably don't want other people seeing you cry, huh?

Swire : N... Nobody's here anyway!

Hoshiguma : How about this? I'll sit on the steps in front of you.
I'm big enough. Nobody'll see you cry if I'm in the way.

Swire : What are you doing...?

Hoshiguma : Oh. Well, we screwed up, so we feel lousy, right?
I mean both of us, Missy. We both blew it, didn't we?

Swire : What do I care...? I don't care where she went!

Hoshiguma : Um, right. I know.

Swire : ......

Hoshiguma : Hey, no hitting. You're going to hit me no matter what I say, huh?

Patriot : Finally...
My... life... can end.
Helen... Grrovae'zeeal... Yelena...
It's you...
I'm finally... going home...

「No.
–No. 」

Patriot : ......
No.
Hallucination.
How... I, don't need visions, don't need, consolation!
Who...?
Who shows me... hallucinations?!

<Background 2>

Amiya : Oh... How...? How did Mr. Patriot... break free?

Patriot : Now, I see.
–You. Cautus. It's you.
You, are her... successor.
Theresis, lied. The King... had a... successor.
You are... the Lord of Fiends.

Kal'tsit : Ah...!

Patriot : To die, at the hands, of... the King of Sarkaz.
I... how?
In the end, I could not, escape fate.
No. No...
No.

Kal'tsit : Amiya?! You can't...?!

Amiya : S-Sorry! B-But Dr. Kal'tsit...

Patriot : I heard, in the past, Lords of Sarkaz, gave visions of comfort, as favors.
Their champions, could see great walls, or loves long passed–
Countless soldiers, for these visions, fought ceaselessly.

Amiya : I just, I only... Mr. Patriot, I didn't mean to... I didn't want...
...The end of your life... it shouldn't be so tragic!
I saw it... I saw your two hundred years of life...
The constant fighting... and so much loss... you lost everything...
I don't... I don't want that... to be your end!

Patriot : My, end?
...No

Amiya : I wanted to give you... a better...

Patriot : No!
My end, is not, someone else's, to give!
A vision? No! That is not my end!
If it is tragic, then it is tragic. If foolish, then foolish!
This is, my end. The end... I deserve.
I lived. I fought. I failed.
It's, enough.

Amiya : Why? Why...? Why is it enough?
No one should have to lose everything like this!

Patriot : ...You are still, a child.

Amiya : I'm not a child! I've been in more battles than I can count!

Patriot : ...A good ending, is never earned. Only children, believe in, happily ever after.
You, and my daughter, are only children, who believe in, fairy tales.
I told FrostNova, too heavy... too heavy.
I disagreed, with her. She was... a young girl. Only a child.
Oripathy, slavers, our world... won't even spare, a child.
Talulah, sent her, to die.

Amiya : Then why not join us and fight Talulah tog–

Patriot : What can you, give me?
You cannot, even give, what Talulah, once gave me.
Later, what will you, become?
This is fate. I tasted, too much.
I will never, bow to fate.
Even if, every time, fate brings me, to the same... end...
I would rather, wrestle it, until again, the sun rises.
But... Maybe, you can change.
I fought fate, so many years... in the end, I could not win.
But you... Maybe you're, different...
Do you have, what it takes, to succeed the King?

Amiya : Oh...

Patriot : Do you have, the power, to leave, alive?

Amiya : ......

Patriot : Do you have, the courage, and insight, to step into, the infinite, wilderness?

Amiya : I can't do it alone.
But I'm not alone.

Patriot : Maybe...
Everything... is yours. Only you... can do it.
That... Reunion, tyrant, fate... You will... overthrow them.

「Wait.
No.
Kal'tsit looks up at the darkened sky.
Where have I seen this before?
It couldn't be... 」

Kal'tsit : Amiya... Amiya...?
The Sarkaz prophecy is born out of their collective racial memory. Originium energy bursts popping in areas with high concentrations... the core city is suffering a Catastrophe.
The altar... Amiya... Wendigo... The Lord of Fiends?!
Wait, if this has a direct affect... Impossible! The last of the ancient Wendigo bloodline is directly connected to the entire Sarkaz race?!
The prophecy... this prophecy?!
Snow? Buldrokkas'tee's cannibalization resonated with all the altars?! And what I just added... the Wendigos' ressurection...!
All operators!
Anything he says... Anything Buldrokkas'tee says...!
Do not believe a single word!

「The Wendigo suddenly speaks, his hoarse voice seemingly echoing throughout the entire central district.
I see cities, devastated.
I see Originium, blanketing the land.
I see you, black crown on your head, melting millions of lives, into nothing but memories.
I see the, King of Sarkaz, enslaving all peoples, everywhere. 」

Shieldguard : Huh...?!

Patriot : ...Wh... at?
Impossible... No...

Kal'tsit : Patriot! Don't believe the prophecy! It's just a physiological side effect of the Originium Arts!

Patriot : But... But I know... all the prophecies... come true.
And I died, at the hands of, the King of Sarkaz.
...Dame. No. Dame.

Kal'tsit : Buldrokkas'tee! Did you not fight against fate your entire life?!

Patriot : The young, King of Sarkaz...
...You, you...

「Will be the most horrific disaster to afflict our world.
She must die!
Or else, the world will die! 」

Patriot : I cannot, let you live.
You can hate me.

「The sound of clanking armor reaches your ears.
The ravaged monster suddenly reaches out to Amiya. 」

Kal'tsit : –Amiya!

Rosmontis : W-Watch out!

Amiya : ......

「The Cautus girl does not flinch. The shadow of death sweeps upon her smoke-blackened face. She does not move. She does not scream. She only stares directly into Patriot's eyes.
As if staring directly into his soul.
At the same time, heavy black blades and shimmering beams of ominous energy pierce swiftly into the giant's immortal body. Still, he remains unshaken.
Just as Patriot is about to crush the skull of the girl in black... 」

「The Wendigo freezes in place.
Something appears to be dripping sorrowfully from his helmet.
......
A minute passes.
During this eternity of a minute, there are no other sounds except for the low rumbling of the moving city. 」

「Then, the realization dawns. The monster standing before us is dead.
Having never taken a single step backward, unwavering for even a single second, in the end, death put a stop to the Patriot's lifelong advance. 」

7-19: 11:15:38

Summary

Patriot's death leaves a mark upon everyone. W provokes Kal'tsit and the Doctor only to be sent flying. Mephisto goes to sleep within the sarcophagus, and the Rat King stands in front of Wei Yenwu.
It's snowing in Lungmen.

<Background 1>

Swire : You're hurt?!

Hoshiguma : Don't worry. Just a scratch.

Swire : How is that just a scratch? Come here, I have disinfectant wipes.

Hoshiguma : Look, I'm fine...

Swire : Turn your face this way!

Hoshiguma : Fine, fine.

Swire : ...The wound is deep, but not very wide. It's as if... there's a trace of Arts.
...Did old Ch'en do this to you? That blasted woman...

Hoshiguma : Hah... It's fine. Girls of her age are bound to do stuff like this.

Swire : ...Hoshiguma, I'm really scared. I'm scared that she'll...

Hoshiguma : That she'll join Reunion?

Swire : Yeah...
I also played with Talulah when I was young.
Even though I don't remember very clearly, I do know... that I really liked being her friend.
Even if she was bossy and had a temper, she always stood up for us.
She never said anything, but she never backed down. She was always the first to charge ahead, and never asked us for help...
She beat up kids who were older than her. She was the only one who could get Ch'en to snap out of her funks.
I'm afraid that...

Hoshiguma : She won't.

Swire : ......

Hoshiguma : I'm telling you, Ch'en's heart is rarely on the same page as her mouth.
But, she will always be Ch'en of Lungmen. No matter what she might say, all her dreams, all her goals, her entire life... has always been right here.

Swire : So, why'd you try to stop her then?

Hoshiguma : ...I was worried she'd get herself killed. Obviously.
Swire, you'll have an important role in the L.G.D. after this.

Swire : As if I could do that. I'm not her...

Hoshiguma : Oh, so you're admitting she's better than you?

Swire : I just don't think I'm cut out for the L.G.D.!

Hoshiguma : No, Missy, you absolutely are.
I'm not cut out for it. Neither is ol' Ch'en. Or Nine.
The one who really makes the L.G.D. shine... is you.
You have to take responsibility. You're the only one who can do it.
I'm jaded now, and there's a lot I don't see. I just want this city to become a place that accepts everyone.

??? : I feel the same.

Swire : You–

Lin Yühsia : It's been a long time, Miss Swire.
Hello, Inspector Hoshiguma.

Hoshiguma : Why is the esteemed daughter of the Rat King at this run-down place?
What are you planning to do to her? Let me say this, if you're planning to harm even a single hair on Missy's head...

Lin Yühsia : I have no such intentions.

Swire : You... screwed up.

Lin Yühsia : Maybe.
Sometimes, we have no choice.

Swire : I don't think there's ever a time... where we don't have a choice.

Lin Yühsia : Look up in the sky.
It's going to snow. Can you choose for it to stop?

Swire : ......
Why... is it snowing?

<Background black>

「Go to sleep, go to sleep♪
Daddy's grey hair, Mommy's needles♪ 」

<Background 2>

Rhodes Island Operator : Crap, we're exceeding the solubility threshold! Manually release the exhaust valve, now!
That bout of volatility just caused a violent heat-absorbing effect. If we don't increase emissions, the entire cabin's going to be ruined!
The rainclouds haven't moved much either... At this rate, we're in for some major snow.
This FrostNova... what kind of person was she?

<Background black>

「All dreams sink to the bottom of the lake~♪
...'tis a reality that even time cannot shake~♪ 」

<Background 3>

Mephisto : *cough* *cough*...
......
Damnit... What an ugly song.
Damn it!!
Why was FrostNova so good at it? I really... can't sing well...

<Background 4>

Rosmontis : It's snowing...
This old man...

Kal'tsit : ......
His crystallization rate is over sixty percent now. Even a Sarkaz shouldn't be able to move.
His consciousness has already dissipated... However, his iron will continues to ripple from his body.
...Buldrokkas'tee.

Amiya : Resentment. Hatred. Remorse.
It's all gone now.
The only thing that's left is wrath.
The unwillingness to accept FrostNova's fate. The hostility towards Talulah's actions. The endless longing for Ursus and Kazdel...
A fiery and unquenchable wrath. For all the injustice around the world. For all those who fell around him... Towards those that would play with the fates of others.

Kal'tsit : To resist fate is to resist everything. Everything that contributes to the idea of "destiny."
Buldrokkas'tee's wrath... scorched this entire world.

Amiya : ...This entire, injustice-filled world.
...Mr. Patriot...

Shieldguard : Move your hand.
You, Cautus Infected.
...We will complete the Captain's unfinished business.

Rosmontis : ...It's enough.
Do you want him to die for nothing?
He didn't want any of you to die. He wanted all of you to find another path.
He chose to die alone so that all of you could live...!

Shieldguard : Who said we'll be the ones who die?
And we also heard what he said.
...Cautus. You're the source of all the ruin to come.
The ancient prophecies have all been fulfilled.

Doctor : But FrostNova put her faith in us!

Shieldguard : ...Still...
FrostNova... and now even the Captain...

Doctor : Of course he wouldn't just buy into FrostNova's assessment!
He just happened to ignore his daughter's opinion...
He didn't go into any of this on blind faith.
The decision he made... is truly just!
And you choose to believe some prophecy?

Shieldguard : ...No, it's not that we believe in the prophecy.
We believe in the Captain.

Doctor : ...FrostNova's candy was spicy.

Shieldguard : ...What?!
Yelena... let you try her candy?

Doctor : I trusted her, and she trusted me.
If you really want to take someone's life...
At least be there to see it yourself! / Don't blindly follow someone else! / You must follow your own will until the bitter end.

Shieldguard : ......
No.
Rhodes Island, we get some of what you're saying. But we'll never see eye-to-eye.
We've followed the Captain our entire lives, but we we didn't do it blindly.
If... one day, that Cautus girl there turns into a tyrant like Talulah...
We will end you.
The Captain fought against all those people... against slavers, oppressors, corrupt rulers, and those who brought ruin. None could escape.
The Captain knew. About all the people in Chernobog who lost their lives to the Catastrophe. About all our battle brothers who died in vain.
He had his regrets, but knew he couldn't escape. He has set us free now, though. We belong only to the Captain and the ideals he fought for, not to Reunion.
We will take up his "Aegis" from now on. Not as the Aegis of the Infected, but as defenders of all the enslaved.
We'll keep an eye on you, Cautus. If you take even a single step onto the wrong path, we swear to hunt you down.
We will treat these prophecies... as our secrets.
Because before that, we have a tyrant waiting for us in the control tower.

Kal'tsit : ...The person who pushed you into a war against us and brought about this chain of tragedies is the leader of Reunion, Talulah.

Shieldguard : We're going to regroup. We need to tell the guerrillas the news.
As for you... Continue to carry out your mission, if that's what you want.
Snow... flakes...?
This heavy snow... Is Yelena coming to pick up the Captain...?

Kal'tsit : ......
Amiya, don't be too concerned about it.
The Sarkaz people have a long history with Originium. Their memories mix with Originium and become one with the land, returning to their own bodies.
Sometimes, certain tribes that have long passed down these Originium crystals will gather this information in one place.
Through the continuous use of Arts, this information, mixed together unexpectedly, manifests in different ways.
Most of these messages are lost to time, their contents jumbled or outdated. There is no basis for these prophecies.

Amiya : But, they directly affect other people.
Like... someone hears these prophecies and starts to try to fulfill them, right?

Kal'tsit : ......

Amiya : I can't tell if these ideas are just vague whispers... or seeds that can bloom into reality. I really can't tell, but...
He could have killed me.
But... he thought...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 5>

Patriot : I'll kill her now.

FrostNova : Stop. How are you so sure that she's our enemy?

Patriot : She is Kashchey's heir! She'll poison us all, just like that old serpent!

FrostNova : No, you stubborn old man... You're wrong.
Even if she's bound to turn out like that in the end, we can't kill her now.

Patriot : ......

FrostNova : Because she's not Kashchey right now. Eh, who even is that? I can't understand you. All I know is, she's just Talulah.

Patriot : ...Who put these ideas in your head? It will twist your will to fight.

FrostNova : Twist? ...As if, old man. This whole idea of a pure warrior's spirit? If you really had that, I never would've met you.
If you really had that, we wouldn't be able to sit around a fire and have soup like we are now.

Patriot : You're... just sixteen.
Did your soup get cold?

FrostNova : Always been cold. It's better that way.

Patriot : ......
I'll listen to you this time.

FrostNova : No, Father. That's not how it works.
If you believe you're right, then... no matter what happens, you should keep on believing that.
Because if something happens to Talulah, that's between her and her people.
But reality is just what's in front of us. Right, Father?
No matter what the future has in store, right now, I am I, and you are you.
No matter how much you dwell on it, we are who we are today. The only ones who we can change are ourselves, and we are the ones who will make that decision.
Let's try walking her path and see what happens.

Patriot : ...You'll be a great leader in the future.

FrostNova : I don't want to become a leader. I just want a comfortable life with my brothers and sisters, my uncles and aunts, and you.

Patriot : I'll remember that.

FrostNova : Are you sure?

Patriot : I won't forget.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 4>

Amiya : Rosmontis... Dr. Kal'tsit... Doctor...
...He could've killed me... Mr. Buldrokkas'tee... could have killed me.
But I saw... I saw what he was thinking.
He didn't do it. He stopped himself, at the end.
I can still... hear him...

Kal'tsit : Amiya.
Tell me the most important thing. What was the last thing he said?

Amiya : ......

<Background black>

「"I have seen. Woe and tragedy."
"I have seen. Death and carnage."
"I have seen. Neglect and blasphemy."
"But someone once told me. It is all in our hands. If in the future, this is all that awaits us..."
"O, little King of Sarkaz. It is all in our hands. If this is fate..."
"Then I reject it." 」

<Background 4>

Amiya : He said... He asked...

<Background black>

「He sighed...
"My Lord... Where will you go?" 」

<Background 4>

Amiya : ...Then nothing more.
Doctor... I've read it all. I've seen everything.
I read his entire life.

Kal'tsit : Amiya...
Buldrokkas'tee... He admitted that he betrayed his convictions twice in his life.
The first, was when he left Kazdel and walked away from his life as a Sarkaz warrior.
The second, was when he stood up against Ursus and walked away from his life as a warrior of the Ursus Empire.
And just now... I'd say he made his final betrayal. He betrayed Reunion and the Infected he served, and stopped being a warrior of the Reunion Movement.
With his death ends his last act of betrayal.
But...

Amiya : He betrayed everything he cared about, because he has always stood up for his beliefs.

Rosmontis : But this... isn't right, is it?

Kal'tsit : This kind of "sublime betrayal" is a sort of release for those who deceive the world. It is an easy way to move things towards the best outcome.
But not for Buldrokkas'tee.

Amiya : Do you mean that...

Kal'tsit : Speak up, Amiya.

Amiya : ...Kazdel is Mr. Buldrokkas'tee's home.
Even though he's come so far, he's always wanted to go back to Kazdel... It's not that he didn't want to go back home, but that he couldn't. He had to pay the price first... for his betrayal.
Ursus is his motherland. He fought for Ursus all his life... and blamed himself for the death of his son.
He believed that Ursus was evil, but for the sake of this land, he gave his life... fighting until the very end. He also paid the price for his second betrayal.
This time... he had to stand up against Talulah. But he foresaw that some of the people he strove to protect would die because of his actions.
Even though the decision he made preserved a future for the Infected, he... only felt pain... for the deceased.
This is his third act of betrayal, and the reason he was so determined to atone for it. From beginning to end, this battle was to make up for the consequences of his betrayal.
Through these three times, fate ended up pushing him further and further when he just wanted to turn back. He hated the cruelty and mockery of fate. He never wanted to follow it, but he bore the consequences for it all the same.
Ten years, twenty years... I'd be able to understand. But... too much time had passed. After facing all those regrets for so many years, too much time had passed.
At the very end, even I could not understand.
He could've taken my life, but he stopped at the end.

Kal'tsit : ...He defeated his lifetime of suffering, his centuries-old ideology, and his love for this entire world.
He no longer followed the principles he had adhered to for countless years. He... succumbed to fate.
No, saying that would defile his memory. Rather, he chose to ignore everything he had been resisting, and overcame the final obstacle within his own heart.
He entrusted the future to you. This time, he gladly chose to do what he thought was right, rather than torture himself to maintain a certain ideal.
Of course, deep in his heart, this part is as you described...
It once belonged to Talulah, and now belongs to you. But it has always belonged to FrostNova.

Amiya : Patriot... FrostNova...
Dr. Kal'tsit. Rosmontis... and Dr. {nickname}.
I will end this war.
Right here. Right now.

Rosmontis : Right.
I'll be with you, Amiya. Always.

Kal'tsit : ......

<Background black>

「Even if you can save many people, you'll cause immense suffering.
Anger. My anger comes from the injustice that fate has dealt to this world. 」

<Background 4>

Kal'tsit : After countless years... are things finally coming to a head?
How could something like that happen? This prophecy... is it not just another fragment of Sarkaz history?

<Background 6>

「Core City Warehouse District 」

Sarkaz Mercenary : ...Hm?
Why is one of Patriot's men over here? This isn't your patrol area.

Guerrilla Fighter : You, let him go.

Rhodes Island Guard? : Ngh...!

Sarkaz Mercenary : I'll let it slide this time. A little warning, don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong next time.

Guerrilla Fighter : I just received news.
...Patriot has passed away.

Rhodes Island Guard? : What?!

Sarkaz Mercenary : ......
That's some big news.

Guerrilla Fighter : So, right now... we have no more reason to keep up this charade.
Your band of devils smells far worse than any of our Sarkaz.

Rhodes Island Guard? : What happened? How did Patriot die?!

Guerrilla Fighter : Take care of this Reunion scum first!

Sarkaz Mercenary : You're picking a fight with the core city?

Guerrilla Fighter : What's wrong with that?

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...Even Patriot is dead. You bastards... I won't tolerate you any longer!
If Patriot is dead, then what value does Reunion even have?!
Guerrillas! If there's anything I can do to help... tell me!

Guerrilla Fighter : First, we're going to throw everyone who would toy with the lives of the Infected... right off these city walls!

<Background 4>

Kal'tsit : Mantra-2, put on the uniform. Closure has already hacked the identification code, so make sure not to reveal your hidden weapons.
News of the incident should have spread already. What we need now is...

Elysium : Chaos?

Kal'tsit : No, order. Go help the guerrillas. Let the Infected, the well-intentioned Reunion members, and those who fight against injustice rally under one banner.
Just as if Talulah was unable to engineer Patriot's death.

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member #1 : What...? What? What did he say?

Rhodes Island Guard? : Patriot is dead!
The one who was truly looking out for Reunion! The one who fought for all of us! Patriot is dead!

Guerrilla Fighter : Talulah orchestrated this conspiracy against Patriot! ...She's an agent of Ursus!

Reunion Member : Who'd believe your nonsense?!

Reunion Caster : Wait... Talulah has been acting strangely. She gave an order forbidding us from maintaining communications in the city.

Reunion Member : What does that prove?!

Reunion Member : It proves... that the mercenaries are going to ambush the guerrillas! I see their plan... those lunatics!

Sarkaz Mercenary : You–

Guerrilla Fighter : Stop! Don't fight us, if you value your lives. Otherwise, we'll destroy you!
We are the Aegis of the Infected, and we'll battle every last enemy for our peoples! Even if we have to stand against Talulah!
For Patriot!

Rhodes Island Guard? : For Patriot!

<Background 3>

Sarkaz Warrior : Things have gotten a bit messy. You should leave soon.

Phantom Crossbowman : What about you?

Sarkaz Warrior : Us mercs have our own priorities. We don't care about Talulah's plots. Do your best, and live on.

Guerrilla Fighter : For the future of the Infected!

Phantom Crossbowman : For...
...Captain Faust!
For all our comrades who've been betrayed by Talulah! For Faust!

<Background black>

「Patriot is dead! Patriot is dead! Talulah betrayed Patriot! Talulah betrayed us all!
Are you sure it wasn't an outsider that killed him? I saw someone else kill him, not Talulah!
Patriot plotted with the Ursus Army to try to kill the Leader! Open your eyes and see the truth! Patriot is the traitor!
...... 」

<Background 4>

Kal'tsit : ......
Patriot must have foreseen this.
But, his struggle against the storm was in vain. Even the "Aegis" have adopted his most radical ideas, and not his pragmatic approach.
After all this, the core city should descend into chaos. The Reunion Movement no longer exists.
Rosmontis, is this the revenge you wanted?

Rosmontis : ......
No, not yet. Not like this. I haven't seen the target yet. No...

Kal'tsit : No matter who you face, the outcome is the same.
Reunion is just a symbol. No matter who is caught up in it or what they do... they are not an individual. They act as a part of Reunion.
Revenge... will only get you this far. We cannot distinguish their faces. We can only eliminate the symbol itself.
Rosmontis, you can continue to carry out your wishes. But... do you find this kind of vengeance satisfying?

Rosmontis : Kal'tsit...
Am I wrong?
I... I just...

Kal'tsit : It would be irresponsible of me to give you the answer.
Only you have the ability to pursue the things that you hold to be true. Rosmontis, I might not be the person who can answer that question.
Anger is entrenched into our bodies. Do we want to indulge ourselves, to let it flow and condense into hatred?
Or, can we turn it into a higher judge that measures all our future actions and illuminates our sanity?
Do you want to distinguish between right and wrong, or do you want to understand the reason why everything happens?
The lives and deaths of our operators, the sights that shake you... and the reasons why we feel these emotions.
Even if there are certain things that your mind erases, Rosmontis, they will always remain within you...
Maybe there are very few things in our lives that actually come down to right or wrong. Remove all these symbols, and only then do our lives have value.

Rosmontis : ......
Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : I'm listening.

Rosmontis : I want to know the reason.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Dr. {nickname}. We'll split up for the next part.
Rosmontis and I will go to the control tower. Dr. Kal'tsit will take you to the generator area.

Doctor : I won't see you for a while?

Amiya : It's just a few hours, right?
By the way, Doctor...
Even if I'm not at your side, I'll always know that Dr. {nickname} is out there... fighting together with me.
Even out of sight, we still fight for the same goal.
I'm pretty happy with that.

Doctor : See you after the mission! / Goodbye. / Later, Amiya.

Amiya : Right.
Madame Ch'en may already be near the command tower. She's always been quick, so we'll have to pick up our pace.
Doctor... Promise me that you'll stay safe.
Our work here only means anything if we make it back to Rhodes Island safely.
Be careful, okay?

Doctor : You too.

<Background 7>

「Chernobog Core City, Power Supply Sector
3:00 p.m. 」

Doctor : Why'd you pick me for your team?

Kal'tsit : Our decapitation strike team will be attacked by Reunion from all directions as they approach the control tower. I can't just drop you off in a battlefield like that.
When we were fighting the guerrillas, we could retreat and buy ourselves time to regroup. That won't be possible for their team. They won't even have an opening to catch their breaths.
This battle has a clear objective, and Amiya and Rosmontis's team can no longer afford any distractions.
You'll be safe with me.

Doctor : I don't feel safe around you. / ...... / You're not staying with Amiya?

Kal'tsit : We should only take on responsibilities that we can fulfill.
After entering the sarcophagus, our communications will only further deteriorate.
At that time, we will truly be fighting alone.
Wait...
Doctor, please stay hidden for a while.

Doctor : Why?

Kal'tsit : ...If you don't want to, or if you're feeling claustrophobic, I won't stop you.

[W, who had barely survived the fight against Talulah earlier, appears. ]

W : Ah... *cough* *cough*...
Where am I? How'd I blast my way down here... Is this it?
Huh? You're...
...Rhodes Island? What rotten luck I have today...
Hm?!
...What an unexpected reunion, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : ...You're gravely wounded.
What do you go by now, W?

W : Still W. Didn't have time to change it yet.
Hold up, why are you casually milling around a place like this? Don't tell me...
The old man's gone, huh?

Kal'tsit : Yes.

W : He died? How is that possible?
But... then again, he wasn't going to survive this. He never backs down, and never lets anyone through.

Kal'tsit : You sound a bit heartbroken.

W : Guess so.
That old fella was the only person who made me even give Reunion a second look.
Guess today... was that idealist's last.

Doctor : He died a glorious death! / You don't understand anything. / Are you serious?
I saw him draw his last breath.

W : ......
Kal'tsit, story time.

Kal'tsit : Do I have something to tell you?

W : You're asking me? You kidding? How do you have the nerve to stand there all calm like nothing ever happened?

「The Sarkaz woman glares at me with eyes that I had never seen before.
Though she directs her words at Dr. Kal'tsit, her eyes are fixed on me. 」

W : Kal'tsit, you're working with Dr. {nickname}?
You? Working together with Dr. {nickname}?

Kal'tsit : Is there a problem, W?

W : Of course, assuming you're not like this bastard here pretending you don't remember anything. But if that's true, guess it doesn't matter...
Otherwise, your brain cells got fried by one of your weird experiments.
Well shit, either I'm the crazy one, or you are. But even if I am crazy, that doesn't make you any less of a loon.

Kal'tsit : You're still clear-headed, W. Let's save the small talk for some other time.

W : Don't wanna. What even happened? Just looking at you makes me want to puke.
But even if I'm trying not to throw up, this is just too funny.
Kal'tsit, you finally went bonkers too. Trying to tame the evil spirit of Babel?

Kal'tsit : Can't prove there are any memories left in this one's head. We're just working together for the time being.

W : This so-called amnesia... How are you so sure that it's not all an elaborate act?
It might have everyone fooled. Yes, everyone. You're fooled too, whether or not you want to admit it... That's the scorecard I got.
Kal'tsit, you're a monster, aren't you? A monster so smart you got a big, bright, glowy brain.
And a monster should know better than me what happens when you have another monster around.

Kal'tsit : There are too many creatures in this world that can be called "monsters." Throw the word around too much and it'll end up losing all meaning.

W : Or, you've just gone mad. That's a whole different matter.

Doctor : What exactly do you know?

W : There's no place for you to cut in here, friend. When I finish with her, it'll be time for the two of us to have a nice, long chat.
There's no point taking things out on you. Either you have amnesia, or you're just pretending to have amnesia...
But this woman next to you is totally out of her mind.
I want to know–
Back then, there was only one person who entered the Speaker's Office and knew Theresa's whereabouts. Kal'tsit, you know what that means, don't you?

Kal'tsit : Of course. I know it better than you do.

W : Those were your words!
So what's the deal? What are you doing now?
Oh, I get it. You're trying to make another exchange. Tit-for-tat.
But it's Theresa on the other end!

Kal'tsit : Those who don't know the truth shouldn't let conjecture affect their emotions, W.

W : I have just a single conjecture: You aren't human. Like I said before, if you'll bargain Theresa's death with a murderer... you're just a monster.
You're not human, Kal'tsit.
I need to know the truth. And before I do, that thing next to you is a murderer; and I'll never show mercy to a murderer.
Ahh, I get it now.
You're bursting with motherly love, huh.

Kal'tsit : ......
W, you said before...
"We're the same type of person."

W : I don't know where you heard that before, you should pretend you never did. You and I are not the same type of creature at all.

Kal'tsit : No, W. We are, to some extent.
For example, you also want to put an end to Talulah's atrocities, correct?

W : ...That's true. She's really pissed me off.
So, I need to get my merc back from her. That piece of shit only knows how to squander her people. Such a spendthrift. I'm worried she'll blow all our savings and leave me penniless.

Kal'tsit : Right, so let's deal with the Reunion problem first.

W : Sure. I got my targets. Wanna hear?
First is Talulah, that disgusting dragon lady upstairs.
Next is Theresis, the one that makes you want to sneeze as soon as you see him.

Kal'tsit : Those are some long-term plans.

W : After that, the third I thing I want to kill is standing right next to you: Dr. {nickname}.

Kal'tsit : You're only third on the list?

Doctor : I'm only in third place?

W : Hah. That's because I have something to ask you first, Dr. {nickname}.
I got some some long, thorough explanations to pull out of you...

Kal'tsit : At this stage, we have a common goal.
By the way, because of what you did to our employees in Chernobog...
First, thanks for saving the lives of Dr. {nickname} and the rescue team with your deal. Your "deal" cost us thirteen of our operators.
Balancing these two things, I'm willing to give you a lift, for old time's sake. I'll take you to the command tower.

W : Kal'tsit... You really know how to gross a girl out.
I've always found you disgusting. I'll have to rearrange your face a little first, see which one of us comes out on top...

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : (Howls)

W : You bitch!

[Mon3tr grabs W and threw her away... ]

Doctor : Mon3tr just grabbed her... and tossed her out like a ragdoll?

Kal'tsit : I don't have time to play with her.
Mon3tr, blast through the ventilation pipes, the walls, and the base's outer and middle protective layers along with her.

W : You old hag!! N-n-n-n-next time, I swear I'm giving you a slow and painful d——

[...through the chamber's walls. ]

Kal'tsit : I'm looking forward to it.

Doctor : I'm surprised you let her finish her first sentence.

Kal'tsit : Not like you can understand it.

Doctor : Why don't you explain it to me then?

Kal'tsit : It's not time yet.
When you see for yourself, you should understand.
Secrets are like wellsprings. Sometimes they will flow out, whether you want them to or not.

<Background black>

Mephisto : .......
What a strange device.
Where are you taking me?
Will you fill the holes in my body, or mend my scars?
Will you let me forget everything, just like the other one did for me, before?
If I was to forget everything...
Do I want to forget?
I want...
......

「Can I make that choice? 」

「Core City 」

Ch'en : ...What's going on? Dark clouds? It's snowing?
But, it's also covered the sun for me. This'll make my next step a lot easier.
Ugh... I can't afford to take any more hits.
Tch... Are you scared of shedding a little blood, Ch'en Hui-chieh? What happened to your determination?
......
There seems to be infighting among Reunion's ranks. This is the best time for me to move.
Are my hands trembling because I'm finally going to see you again?
...I must do what is right.
It doesn't matter what you are now, whether or not you're the same Talulah I knew.
Talulah... we have a date.

Swire : ......
The snow sure is coming down hard...
Just like... that one Christmas.

Lin Yühsia : You've never spoken to me about that.

Hoshiguma : Hm.

Swire : But you already know.

Lin Yühsia : Me knowing and you telling me are two separate things.

Hoshiguma : Princess, let's not embarrass Missy over here.

Lin Yühsia : Madame Oni.

Hoshiguma : ...Let's drop that title, Princess.

Lin Yühsia : Madame Oni, the Lin family will never forget all you've done.
But right now, I don't know if there will be an opportunity to reward you for it.

Swire : What are you talking about? Of course you can.
She... I know she'll succeed.
Ah Ch'en...
Ugh...

Lin Yühsia : Look at you, where'd all your willpower go?

Hoshiguma : Ah, what are you gonna do? Missy has always been like that.
Now now, Missy, there's no need to cry.

Swire : You... Stop treating me like a child...

Hoshiguma : Don't worry. Everything is going to be fine.

Swire : But... this is the last time we'll see each other. I'm not ready yet... What if... I never see that smelly dragon again?

Hoshiguma : That won't happen, Missy.
There's this phrase that I really like. Mm, it goes like this: "We'll meet again someday, somewhere."

Lin Yühsia : ...Yes. And when we look back at each other again, we will ask about our lives.

<Background 9>

Talulah : ...Why?
What's going on? Where are these tears coming from?
It's as if... someone just told me about a death.
Who is it?
Everything in the core city has been unfolding according to my plan.
Patriot will die by the hands of the Infected, and the Sarkaz mercenaries will start fighting the ordinary Reunion forces.
Oh.
Patriot is dead? So it was Patriot.
A true warrior. Such a name was not enough to describe you. Ursus itself was too small for your greatness.
A patriot to the very end.
...Why am I crying? Is it out of nostalgia, or a courtesy to those who want to kill me?
"All sins must come to an end?"
Then we shall see. If we are the sinners, then we will inevitably meet our end...

<Background black>

「

But I shall wait for you at that end.

But I shall wait for her at that end.

」

<Background 10>

Wei Yenwu : Why are you here, Kojui?

Rat King : Just like all those decades ago. When people get anxious, they make stupid decisions, and they end up pacing around here.
Funny, isn't it? Still haven't kicked this old habit after all these years.

Wei Yenwu : Do you know what I'm going to do, Kojui?

Rat King : I do happen to know. All thanks to that niece of yours, of course. You two are both cut from the same cloth of stupidity.

Wei Yenwu : ......
Kojui, you're not out here on a stroll. Even if you were, you shouldn't waste my time.

Rat King : Is it ever a waste of time to talk to an old friend?
Do you not consider me a friend anymore, Wei Yenwu?
If you do, promise me...

Wei Yenwu : I can't. I won't promise you anything.

Rat King : So be it. You're not going anywhere today.

Wei Yenwu : ...Don't think too highly of yourself.

Rat King : That's what I should be saying to you. Wei Yenwu, you've been up in that tower of yours too long, it's bad for your character. Come down and let out some of that hot air – it's good for you.

Wei Yenwu : Better not blink, old windbag.

Rat King : What are the two of us... but a pair of old windbags?

<Background black>

「It's hard to imagine.Even the old Patriot can die.
Should I laugh? Should I shed a couple tears?
What's really funny is now that he's dead, you climbed all the way to the top of Reunion, second only to the Leader.
Ah, you've really outdone yourself. You should give yourself a pat on the back, W.
*clap* *clap*
Why do we cry? Because even he is dead. Ahh, alas, poor Patriot!
What thoughts went through his head as he died, and what was it like? Did he die on his feet or on his knees? If even he can die, then who among us can live?
Maybe he was the most likely to die.
Never knew how to keep a low profile. Only knew how to cling to a vague ideal. On this path he walked and walked, until everyone around him was gone. And then, he could finally rest in peace.
How sad.
Wait, doesn't that sound a bit like you, W?
Ehh? How am I anything like that?
W, don't lie to yourself. You're practically the same.
Nah, I never lie to myself. I'll never become like Patriot, because I can't.
I just can't.
Besides, death was... kind of a release for him, right?
But not for you, W. Death is the game of your life. 」

「What doesn't kill you, puts you one step closer to death.
The closer you get to death... the closer you also get to madness. 」

W : Thanks, Kal'tsit.
I dunno how I would've gotten out of that trash heap without you.
Oh yeah, Talulah...
Can you hear me, Talulah? Knock knock?
Forget it, it's no big deal. I just wanted to let you know...
—I'm back.

7-20: ??:??:??

Summary

The night of Ch'en's parting with Talulah. The confrontation between the Duke of Kashchey and Wei Yenwu.
And, the Regent and Confessarius discuss their plans.

Kashchey : I can return her to you, Wei.

Wei Yenwu : ...
Stop!
...Don't do it.

Kashchey : Oh? You and your mighty executioners have made my life hell.
Of course I'm willing to return her to you... But the cuffs on her body will tear Lungmen in half.

Wei Yenwu : Damn you...

Kashchey : Wei, this is the method you used against me. The way you forced me out of Lungmen.
But now, our roles are reversed. I'm the guest, as well as the poisoner.

Wei Yenwu : Kashchey. You killed my brother.

Kashchey : No, no, Wei. You slew your own brother.
My role is irrelevant. Your brother's tragedy may have come from a Unicorn's secret orders, or from the wrath of a Lung. Whether it was me who leaked the news... ultimately, does not matter.
What's important, Wei, the one thing you mustn't forget... is that your Chi Xiao drank his blood. You did it.
Chi Xiao, the dragonslaying sword. And who is it that this blade slew? Your friends. Your family. Your people.
Dragonslaying sword? How ironic that your people forged a weapon that would be turned against its own kind.

Wei Yenwu : You've gone too far.

Kashchey : Very well. I offer you a choice.
Choose. Slay me, and take back your niece, but lose your city as a result. Or, let us walk free.

Wei Yenwu : ...

Kashchey : Don't draw that sword. You know the consequences.

Wei Yenwu : (Grinds teeth audibly)

Kashchey : Relax, Wei. I've let you choose your own fate. If you don't take my generous offer, then you and I both, all your citizens, and these two lovely sisters... will all perish.

Wei Yenwu : What are you scheming?

Kashchey : Wei, old Wei... I know you well. Too well.
You've always had a choice, isn't that right?
What will your precious citizens think when they hear that their lives have been placed upon a scale? And on the other side... is a young dragon whose name they've never heard.
As for me, I don't even have a reason to hurt her.

Wei Yenwu : ...Since I was negligent enough to let you step foot back into this city, there's no reason to let you leave again.

Ch'en : Tal!

Kashchey : Oh really?

Wei Yenwu : ......
I'll kill you myself.

Kashchey : Now, now. There's no need for that.
My life is not yours to take.

<Background black>

Kashchey : By the way, you can save her before I put the handcuffs on her.
But you'll also have to think about defending against me. Defeating me. Striking me down. Annihilating me... And, what I am going to do next.
Wei, you're actually afraid of me, aren't you?

[... ]

Talulah : She's here.
Finally.
I'll kill her myself.

[... ]

??? : Confessarius, answer me.
The Leader of Reunion, is there any value in forming an alliance?

Confessarius : Why ask me about things that you know very well, Your Majesty?
A youth with no possessions, background, or capital cannot possibly seek to take an important Ursus city alone.
The uninfected rulers know not what to make of her actions.
They will panic, overreact, and try to resolve the chaos through more destruction – and use the chaos caused by the Infected as a front.
But, we Sarkaz know better.

Regent : What do you think of the team she finally left here?

Confessarius : They are unworthy, Your Majesty. As you foresaw, there is no hope for them. They are not trained soldiers, unable to cause the violence that we seek.

Regent : Eliminating them will not sever Talulah's power. We lack an opportunity to take her out.

Confessarius : Right, Your Majesty.
The situation that she fomented and the power she wielded to force the issue... shows that she is no one-eyed leader among the blind, or some pampered princeling awaiting the throne.
She is a conspirator.

Regent : Even if that is the case, I require a comprehensive response from the Sarkaz.

Confessarius : In that case, I have two bits of good news. First, we already have a lead on our search for the Lord of Fiends.
Rhodes Island hasn't yet been manipulated by foreign forces.

Regent : Don't waste time. We need her to begin right now.

Confessarius : Please do not be angered, and hear me out.
"She" is ready.

Regent : That power is rightfully ours.
The true King of Sarkaz is mightier than the heir of any unknown name.

Operation story: R8-1

Before operation

Summary

The daughter of a duke who has abandoned her past lives in seclusion in small village in a remote valley, where she befriends a kind, simple family.

[The sound of footsteps are heard. ]

[Another sound of footsteps are heard. ]

<Background 1>

[Ch'en made it to Chernobog's control tower and saw Talulah who were expecting her. ]

Talulah : So you're finally here.

<Background black>

「Hui-chieh.
Hui-chieh:
The storm hasn't broken for days. The whole valley's snowed over.
The raspberry bushes still haven't budded. It's like spring'll never come.
We're trapped here, starving, dressed thin, and every silent day we pass waiting for the snow to melt drives us out of our minds.
You know, there's something about it all I find odd.
We've never once had a smooth time of it. Any better circumstances, and they'd go to shit fast the moment I get involved.
Maybe it really is like the Lungmenites say. I'm a bad omen. Nothing good comes of being around me.
Reminds me of something from a hell of a long time ago.
I've been thinking how I need to share my thoughts with you, in order to find peace.
December 14th 」

<Background 2>

「Third year without the Black Snake
A small Ursus hamlet 」

[An old Ursus lady calls for Talulah... ]

Old Woman : Talulah, get back here! You can't let them see you like that, for heaven's sakes.

[...who are wearing a formal attire. ]

Talulah : Don't worry! I'm coming in now.

<Background 3>

[The sound of a door closing is heard. ]

Old Woman : Why won't you just take those clothes off?! I've said it over and over, they'll bring those damned bugs around!
Those big, black, poisonous bugs... One bite and a whole field goes barren!

Talulah : I always wear my normal clothes, don't I? I've only been wearing these lately because I had to be outside.
You remember the gentleman who gave me these clothes, don't you? The handsome one. He wouldn't recognize me in anything else.
I believe destiny will send him to me again. When that time comes, you and your husband can both live happily ever after.

Old Woman : Bah! Talulah... Talulah! A bald-faced liar, that's what you are. What about everything you said before, then?

Talulah : Oh. What was it I said before? I've forgotten. It was the same, wasn't it?

Old Woman : You said your father gave you these clothes as a birthday gift!
You said he was robbed blind by some ring-headed foreigner, and you ran off crying, these clothes soaked in his blood!
You're all over the place... The time before that was a different story too!

Talulah : Ah, so I can't keep it straight? Your memory's just wonderful.

Old Woman : Don't suck up to me! Always talking complete nonsense... I've got a foot in the grave, but look at you, running an old coot like me in circles. Don't you feel even a bit of shame?

Talulah : Ah. I'm sorry, that's wrong of me. Really.

Old Woman : Now sit down! Don't bother with your clothes! Driving me up the wall!
Chop, chop! Polish off that lunch already. You told me you'd be back by noon and the sun's almost down!
I left the soup on for you, but it's nearly boiled dry now. You may as well be having your supper at this rate!
Oh, dear Majesty, how could our little girl turn out this way...?
Get that down, you. The old man still wants you for something. Oh, that miserable drunk! Where's he run off now...? You'll have to find him yourself.

Talulah : Alright, I get it.

Old Woman : Hmph! You grew up so well, but not a single true word comes out of your mouth! Just like all those sweet-talking youngsters in the city!
I nearly got swindled once when I was younger... There's nothing good about them!

Talulah : Enough... I've heard this one a hundred times.

Old Woman : Talking back! Right... here. Oh, come on, take your plate now! And eat your bread, snappity-snap!
Don't rush like that! You'll choke!
...*Sigh*, you were all soaked in blood the day you showed up, though.
I still get chills thinking about it, Talulah. If you weren't one of those good kids, the old man would've split your head open with a hatchet right then and there.

Talulah : Who can even tell if someone else is good or bad at a single glance...?

Old Woman : That day you ran here, it was an evening dark as dark was, with all beasts crawling outside. Burdenbeasts or meatbeasts, they never stopped howling! Really made me uneasy...
And then, and then that thing you were carrying...

Talulah : Unf, pff... *cough* *cough*!

Old Woman : What a big knife it was! I'd never seen one so big in all my years!

Talulah : That was a sword... a sword! Not a knife. And don't take it to clear out mountain paths again. That's not what it's for.
And by the way! Didn't we agree never to speak of that again? I'm getting upset.

Old Woman : Whoops, my big mouth! Pfeh! Oh, Emperor above! I won't say a word more, not a single word of it again! Oh, Your Majesty, forgive an old blabbermouth for her careless slip!

Talulah : That's enough. Surely the Emperor's in no place to care. He's living it up just fine in his grand old city, and us? We can't even find potatoes to eat next week. He couldn't do anything for us, even if he wanted to.
For that matter, I'm wondering if you even know who the Emperor is now?

Old Woman : How rude!

Talulah : The soup... are we out of salt?

Old Woman : Yes! We ran out a while ago. The salt jar went empty last night! Hmph, you're just as wasteful as that old man! Eating all our salt... you'll pickle yourselves dead!
And Lord knows what in the world you're up to when you leave for days at a time! You come back with nothing, no money, not even a thing to eat! A girl driving this house to ruin...!

Talulah : I get it, I get it. I'm changing it out now.

Old Woman : So healthy you are! You ought to be working!
Don't bother. I had a chat with Alina just a minute ago. She'll bring us some salt. Now look at you!
Alina is a lot more reliable than you! She likes her studying, she gets hands-on with her work, and you still can't even sew your own clothes!

Talulah : ...To each their own.

Old Woman : Eh? What do you mean?

Talulah : Everyone has her own ambitions.

Old Woman : So what ambitions have you got? Ought to find someone good, a strong lad ‘n' lass! If we leave you to do the work, mossoat'll be rotting underground before long.

Talulah : I haven't slacked once on the yearly farmwork.

Old Woman : You've only been here how many years?!

[An Elafian woman enters. ]

??? : Talulah never falls behind on her work. Please stop scolding her.

Old Woman : Alina! You need to help me talk some sense into her, or else she'll keep going on like this, and...

Alina : And there's not much wrong with that.

Talulah : Oh, at last, you're here. You're the only one who knows how to quiet her down.

Old Woman : So you're all grown up, are you! Think you're a noble just because you draped yourself in some uniform you got from Lord-knows-where? Small as you are, you put on airs anyway! Where'd you learn that...?!
I have work to do! You two eat up. If you're hungry, Alina. Talulah, don't eat too much! Leave some for Alina.

Talulah : Alright, alright... alright.

Alina : I'll be fine, Ma'am. Thank you.
Talulah, I've brought some salt over. The salt merchant will be here next week, so remember to buy some then.

[Talulah picks up the salt from Alina. ]

Talulah : Thank you so, so much, Alina. Without you, she'd be going on for another twenty minutes.

Old Woman : I can hear you!

Alina : Where'd you go this time?

Talulah : Nowhere, just out for a walk to feel the wind. Right, the landscape painting you wanted.

Alina : Ah, you actually remembered. Thank you, thank you a lot, Talulah.
......
This brush type... This isn't by the local painters.
The old painter in Shmyr only knows hard strokes. I can't imagine him using a feather brush. These soft tips, this was a nighteye's plumage... from before it molted.
Talulah, you went to the city.

Talulah : ...Can't hide anything from you.

Alina : Why hide things from me? I'm not Gendarmerie. Or a tax collector.

Talulah : You don't need to know about any of it. It's danger all around there.

Alina : And you're in the thick of it, then?

Talulah : ......

「The deer facing her seemed almost supernatural. The white-haired Draco felt, deep down, that if you didn't want Alina to know what was happening, your best option was not to let those things happen at all. 」

Talulah : I'm just saying... Alina, you don't need to worry about th—

[A villager rushes into the house. ]

Ursus Farmer : Trouble! There's trouble...!

Old Woman : What's all the racket about?! Storming in without even knocking! I don't know what I'll do if the bolt's broken!

Ursus Farmer : The... The Infected Patrol Unit!
Your old man brought this rabble on us!

Old Woman : What?!

[Talulah heads out. ]

Alina : Talulah! Where are you going?

Old Woman : Oh, the knife! Alina, don't let her wave that thing around!

<Background 2>

Infected Patrol Unit : Let me repeat myself, old boy. I could just break your leg and come in all the same.

Old Man : You've already come searching before! What're you here for now?! We can't even afford your taxes anymore! What more do you want to wring out of us?!

Infected Patrol Unit : This is a routine inspection! We don't care how you try to sweeten the pot this time, we're mandated to inspect every two years... If we don't carry this out, then we're all in for the whip.
But if you just consent...

Old Man : We can't give anything anymore! We've got nothing to give! No money, no jewelry, not even any more food!

Infected Patrol Unit : The hell are you going on for?
This is a routine inspection! Out of the way!

Old Man : Sir, sir! Officer, sir, we've got nothing left to give, honest to heaven! If you need to take something with you, just take me, for God's sakes!

Infected Patrol Unit : I said OUT OF THE WAY!

[The Ursus patrolman punches the old Ursus man, knocking him to the ground... ]

Old Man : Agh!
Guh... My leg...

[...just as Talulah arrives. ]

Talulah : What are you doing?

Infected Patrol Unit : Hm? Some girl from somewhere...
—Hey. Your clothes there. Where'd you come from? No farmer could afford to wear those.

Talulah : ——
I'm asking. What are you doing?

Infected Patrol Unit : Huh?
Not a step closer! What do you think you're doing? Have you seen your eyes...? Hah, don't you look terrifying!
—Do I see a death wish?!

After operation

Summary

The daughter of a duke follows her heart, but good deeds with good intentions don't always bring good endings. Because the shadow within her will never give up the will to consume her.

<Background 2>

[Talulah struck down the Ursus patrolman with her sword. ]

Infected Patrol Unit : Ngh...

Talulah : I didn't cut off your hands! Pick yourself up!

Infected Patrol Unit : ...Don't you dare think this is over!

Talulah : I'll cut out your tongue right here, then.

Infected Patrol Unit : Eek!

[The Ursus patrolman runs off in fear. ]

Talulah : ...Off he goes.
Are you oka—

Old Man : What have you done! Oh, God, Talulah... Look at what you've done!
Talulah, we'll have to transport the village in two days. Just look at what you've...!
You fought a patrolman! There'll be hell to pay now!

Talulah : Letting him beat you was even less of an idea. It's getting late, and he's on the run. If I kill him now, we'll be long gone by the time the others find his remains.
But that wouldn't solve any of our problems. Once the patrol unit regroups, they'd still come looking for us. They might well be out to get revenge on us.

Old Man : And yet you did it! Now what do we do!?

Talulah : Calm down. They're looking for Infected. They still don't know.

Old Man : ......
Don't know what?

Talulah : They don't know what I'm about to do.

Old Man : Hey... Talulah!

Talulah : It's okay. Come on, I'll walk you back.
Your leg there... It will need special attention to heal.

Old Man : Hah. So today's the day you start helping me walk? Always thought I was still in good shape myself. Who'd've guessed I couldn't outrun it?
Talulah, there's something I need to tell you.

Talulah : What is it?

Old Man : ......
Ah, good question. Heh, hahah, sorry, I don't remember. Look at me now. Look at my memory...

Talulah : ......
That's some impressive forgetfulness, alright.

M8-1: Today, Sanguine Overflows

Summary

In the central district of Chernobog's core city, Sarkaz mercenaries raise their swords against the Infected of Reunion. And Amiya, with Rosmontis, leads her team with determination.

「Law, original law, had behind it, in synonymous form with vengeance, the same original need—the need for violence.
City-states made pledges to their people, and used sumptuous lives and stable surroundings to appease them—
To let their lifespans serve one man-made purpose, to tame their innate will to subjugate, to teach them to be at ease, to lead them to be weak.
Our Majesty is sage, perceptive.
A great many city-states will treat strength as a crime, will take deficient courage as a virtue, will regard fear of death as progress. Our Majesty will tear their last semblances from them, make them reflect, make them search themselves.
We, as a human race, have always had a kind of thirst flowing through our blood vessels; a thirst to loose our own life force by our actions. 」

「Fairness is not by nature. Fairness is dependent on having the wisdom, the force of will to create it.
Our Majesty intends to recover all they need, all this the cities took away, and give it back to them.
New purpose will be declared. Our Majesty will rebuild their thought worn flat by daily life and boredom, and rouse the sanguine courage within them bound by deadened ethics for too long.
Violence runs our bodies through and through. If we don't allow it to germinate within ourselves, we will become resentful, insignificant and numb, and thus will incur our own destruction.
Those who fear habitually are despicable.
If one wants to be alive, they ought to be immersed in the heart of violence, see clearly how so much of ethics is a sham, understand the barren of our present world.
Only violence is real, able to be felt. 」

「Not punishment, not rule, not the weighing of values and the decorum of appeasement. We will use our fists and weapons to tell them that we are alive, and that we ought to be alive. The right to life is reserved for the living.
I do not blame Our Majesty the Emperor for the punishment handed down on me. I showed contempt, ignorant of the times, for how he spoke all on his benevolent mind to the masses, for he was loathe for his people to all too quickly suffer the pain of violent change.
Even so, I cannot cease to tell the candid truth. I must constantly, continually praise Our Majesty's most profound insight. I can only shout my honesty. I cannot be silent.
The reality is, we do not want whatever justice, nor do we expect peace. 」

「Only the shortsighted, rushing about their own interests, can wallow in peace.
What we want is to put to use the violence that surges in our veins, the nature of us aroused by the dawn of our own civilization, the origin of our dauntless struggle and victory. We want to make use of violence.
Dress it up any way to make our needs seem sensible, but that is irrelevant.
Should we need, we should seek directly. Leave the dressing up to the historians and the champions of morals. They only need justification, while our survival is more justified than any theory.
We want to injure people, defeat people, destroy people, and if Ursus reckons this disaster, then we should bring disaster to others, to people beyond Ursus.
If they do not stand strong, they should be eliminated. Some are fitter to survive than others, and fitter to succeed.
Weakness is evil. Strength is sublime. Our laws should be founded on the needs of the city's soundest. Our country should not serve the maggots, let alone nurture the innumerous ill.
May those I despise, those narrow-minded leisure-seeking subjects, be tried and found forever in the lake of blood. May Our Majesty lead Ursus to eternal prosperity. 」

<Background black>

「—The last sermon of a heretical sovereign preacher as he walked the gallows, sentenced by the Emperor of Ursus to hang. 」

<Background 1>

「Chernobog Core City, Central District 」

Reunion Infected : Spies! Ursus spies!
They're right here! Tell everyone, they're right here!
Kill them, kill them! Hang them above the connecting floor, crush them against the top of Lungmen!

Rosmontis Squadmember : Let's retreat, Rosmontis. They've occupied the entire commercial plaza. This entire block's been sealed off by them now.
Rosmontis...!

Rosmontis : Let me do this. If we take a diversion, we'll be attacked by Reunion somewhere else.

<Background fades out and in>

Sarkaz Mercenary : ——

<Background fades out and in>

Rosmontis : Sarkaz...

<Background fades out and in>

Sarkaz Mercenary : Hey, you! Eyes on that Caster... watch her! Don't let her try anything!
Kill them all already! Quick!

Reunion Infected : Right! Right! Kill 'em, kill 'em all!

[Rosmontis approaches the Reunion soldiers and Sarkaz mercs. ]

Rosmontis : (Columbian-Victorian) You want to kill me?

Reunion Infected : You're all blind to it! You've all got Ursus chains on your necks!

Rosmontis Squadmember : Rosmontis, this isn't worth it! They've pretty much lost their minds! Let's move out of this block, find a different breach point!

Reunion Infected : Bowguns up! Bowguns up... blow it off! Blow her head off! You're like that bunny who was just here... you're like her!

Rosmontis : Amiya didn't go this way because she didn't want to do things like I do.

Reunion Infected : The hell are you all staring like that for? You're an Infected, you're an Infected! Why're you all staring at me like that?!
Collaborators? Trying to make it home? Like hell, hahah, like bleeding hell! Ursus can't defeat us! We've won! Won!

Reunion Infected : Fire! Fire at her, at her!

Rosmontis : No point.

[The Reunion soldiers open fire at Rosmontis, who easily deflects the shots with her powers. ]

Rosmontis : No point. I don't want you to hurt me, so there's nothing you can do.

Reunion Infected : What the hell... what the hell?! Keep firing! Keep firing! Blow the whole place out!
Is that a wall? What kind of Arts... what the hell kind of—! The bolts are all breaking against it! They're breaking!

Sarkaz Mercenary : Stop attacking those wall things, it's useless! Just looking at 'em tells you they won't budge! Call the Casters in!

Reunion Infected : The hell do you know?! We're attacking her face-on!
But before the arrows can reach her, and before the shrapnel can strike her face, they hit something! Some kind of invisible wall or something, whatever the hell! They just shatter! They can't get in!
Stupid goddamn Caster! We'll see how long you hold out... how much have you even got?! You can't keep this up for long, we'll see how long you hold out!
Why, why... can you not just hit her? She's not doing a damn thing! The hell are your ballistas, huh? The hell are your empowered crossbows?!
Bombard her, blow her to kingdom come! Blow her to smithereens! Blow her up like all those goddamned Ursus, and then make her tonight's stew!

Rosmontis Squadmember : This is the Rosmontis Squad, Amiya! We're through to you... talk her down! You need to talk her down!
Rosmontis, listen to the comms!

Reunion Infected : All you uniforms! Ahah! All you uniforms, we'll hang you, dry you on the power lines, let the rottenfeathers peck you apart!
We'll let you know! Know what you get for looking down on us!
Looking down on us, beating us, giving us those looks. Hahah—gack—we'll kill you all.
We'll throw you all into an engine, drr-dr-dr-dr-dr-dr-dr, and watch the minced meat come out, hahahahahah...!

Sarkaz Mercenary : What are you DOING? What are you prancing about for?! Don't expose your squad's position!

Reunion Infected : Don't waste your breath... goddamn devil! Hard-horned brute! What makes you think you can order ME?
You think you're Talulah? You think you're that undying goddamn beast? Whoopsie, he's already done for! Bang!
You'll all be done for! Us Ursus Infected'll... kill you! Kill the lot of you! You're all—

[Annoyed, the Sarkaz merc kicks the Reunion soldier off the building. ]

「And the Sarkaz kicks the Infected straight out of the window.
The Infected howls, or perhaps it’s more of a laugh, as he falls from the seventh floor to the ground, and is immediately obliterated by the ballistas. 」

Sarkaz Mercenary : *Spit*.
Do it. Bring out the big guns. Kill 'em dead.

Rosmontis : Amiya, can you hear me? We're taking the route we agreed. Out.

Rosmontis Squadmember : Rosmontis...

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : What are the guerrillas' current movements?

Rhodes Island Operator : By our recon Operators' reports, the already-assembled guerrillas are currently in Central Main Street, openly attacking other Reunion guards.
There's also a few small guerrilla squads opting to retreat instead, and they're scattering across every part of the city...

Amiya : ...I see. The guerrillas still have other obligations.
But our two teams are already too occupied to account for the situation anywhere else in the Core City.
The longer it takes to break through the blockade, the less time we'll have left.
If the other anti-guerrilla Infected are kept pinned down by the guerrillas, we'll be able to reach the command tower much faster. We can't waste this opportunity.
I'll leave controlling the overall situation to Raidian and Mantra's judgment. As for controlling the battlefield...
...I and Rosmontis both need more space to think.

Rhodes Island Operator : But. Rosmontis...

Amiya : After we rule out any ambush interference, we're still guaranteed other roundabout routes. But Rosmontis, I think, more or less can only choose to eliminate obstacles in front of her.
More or less. That's how she's already done things.

Rhodes Island Operator : ...Oh.
Dr. Kal'tsit was on the mark. We're in one heck of a mess.
Reunion has already fallen apart, seeing as their infighting is killing them faster than the guerrilla attacks are.
They usually have enough friction of their own, but then Patriot died, and that news blew up, and now everything's gone haywire.
With all the devastation the whole way here, I'm hard-pressed to say they're that united anymore.

Amiya : ......
Notify the other team members to assemble. Have the Casters bring the drones back in. We're going to converge with Rosmontis.

<Background fades out and in>

Rosmontis : Ah, Amiya.
Everything's dealt with here now.

Rosmontis Squadmember : ...We...
Sorry, Amiya. There had to be a better way we could've done this.

Rosmontis : It's how I wanted to do it.
Negotiations falling through isn't a problem. The way they are, it's impossible to communicate.
And they're doing bad things. If I left them alone, they'd just do even more bad things.

Rhodes Island Operator : An entire building... you took an entire building...

Rosmontis : Did I go too far?

Rhodes Island Operator : No, no. Just, I've just never been on a mission with you before. Seeing it for myself is a shocker.
You really are the ace up Rhodes Island's sleeve. Our strongest war machine...

Rosmontis : ......

Rhodes Island Operator : ...Um.
(Amiya, did I say something wrong?)

Amiya : ......

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

「The evening before the core city Operation Team's departure from the ship 」

Kal'tsit : I won't allow it.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit. This time, I'm going to have to do it this way.

Kal'tsit : We've gone over this question countless times before, Amiya.
Your Originium Arts expend your physical strength. This goes even as far as the physiological activity your metabolism requires.
Your life is... passing. You're not a machine, nor a ship's cannon. You cannot have your parts changed, nor can you be further processed.

Amiya : I know.

Kal'tsit : No. Maybe you still don't know.
...There'd be another memory from far too long ago. I'm not certain how much pressure it would bring about on your body.
Every simulation's result is leagues from anything ideal. I can rule out this choice.

Amiya : Then how about this, Dr. Kal'tsit. Let me put it this way.
This time, I need to do things this way. I'll be taking off one more ring.

Kal'tsit : Amiya, we are going over a form of violence. You have said as much to me. If you didn't want me to stop you here and now, then you wouldn't have asked me to swear it to you.
The Chairman and I cast these rings together. It was so that no-one who came after would easily walk that path again.

Amiya : I'm using them, Dr. Kal'tsit. I won't argue for weapons, and I would never say that any kind is better for its ability to kill faster.
However, what Miss Theresa left to me was not the same thing at all.
Since the very beginning, perhaps they were never designed as weapons.
They shouldn't be used to kill anyone... they never should. When they're used, what I think of is who I should save.
This is the conclusion I've come to, after years of coexisting with them.

Kal'tsit : ...Trusting a kind of weapon is not in any way a wise act.
If you wish to use them as a surgical tool and not as a lethal weapon, then you must be in control of their blade.
A blade is a blade to both the enemy and me, no matter how you use it. Its characteristics will not change.

Kal'tsit : Amiya... they will incise you.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, I'm not afraid.
Wounds can heal.

Kal'tsit : But they can leave behind scars. Scars that nobody can bear to look at.

Amiya : ...Mngh.
But I... I won't give up.
Originium has already changed my body in ways you know. Any further wounds... they'd be one or two wounds, and nothing more.
I am not a weapon.

Kal'tsit : Do you need me to bring up another hurtful example?

Amiya : —What case?

Kal'tsit : Who can prove that you and I are not a kind of weapon?
Who can come to define whether or not we are a kind of weapon?
Can weapons think? Are weapons that can think all the more fearsome? Are weapons with self-awareness automatically no longer a kind of weapon?
No, Amiya. I disagree.
Even if I know—

<Background fades out>

「You've already grown up.
I can't stop you.
Your decisions are yours to make. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Amiya : ......
Yes, Operator. You've misspoken.
Have you ever seen, um... such a...
...cute...
...weapon... before?
Um. No, not that I'm saying...

Rosmontis : Amiya... is cuter.

Amiya : S—Sorry! I can't think of... I can't think of another way to put it...
We're people. People, with a full complement of emotions.
After this is over, find the chance to apologize to her, okay?

Rosmontis : Don't, don't, Amiya. It's okay.
Let's go. Together.

Amiya : Ah, wait, Rosmontis... I think I might fall here!

Rosmontis : I'm going to hold on tight to you. I can't let those guys, those Infected. I can't let them hurt you.

Amiya : A little slower... let's go a little slower, okay?

Rhodes Island Operator : ......
(Maybe i shouldn't have said it like that. But...)
(Hm...)

<Background 3>

「Central District 」

Doctor : Can you see that, Kal'tsit?

Herdified Sarkaz Warrior : Ngh, guh.
No. No come near.

<Background 3>

Kal'tsit : I see it. Nobody with even normal eyesight could ignore this sort of phenomenon.
—Do you still remember the special Infected you came across back in Lungmen?
The Infected Reunion boy who could induce mutation within other Infected's organs.

Doctor : Who? / ...... / I remember.

Herdified Sarkaz Warrior : ...Ah.

Reunion Infected : Mephisto's Herd?!
Even the devils...

Herdified Sarkaz Warrior : Don't. Don't, forward, any more, inside.

Reunion Infected : What are you...? We need to lay out our defenses forward! The rebels have almost fought their way here!
Goddamnit, Mephisto. What are you thinking? If we detoured, they wouldn't attack us...

Herdified Sarkaz Warrior : Nothing but, pain.

Reunion Infected : Wait a moment, wait a moment! What are you doing?!

Herdified Sarkaz Warrior : Pain.

Reunion Infected : Let go of me! Let go!

Kal'tsit : ......
All units, we're moving back. Keep cover.
We'll change entranceways after that. Something bad's happened already.

Operation story: R8-3

Before operation

Summary

When the Infected Patrol Unit searches the village for Infected, an old man tries to take the fall for Talulah, only to be brutally murdered. Talulah strikes out in anger.

<Background black>

「Hui-chieh:
From where I left off.
I ran for a very long time. Ran into a small village.
I didn't think too much about it at the time. I only wanted to find somewhere to hide. I didn't think I'd actually find somewhere to stay.
And I think that old couple thought of me as a daughter. Since their own sons and daughters had probably long since lost their lives to Ursus's countless wars.
They even kept my secret for me.
I'm sure I could've spent a lifetime repaying their kindness.
I regret that I never did.
January 13th 」

<Background 1>

Infected Patrol Unit : During our previous routine inspection, one of our people was assaulted.
Every household must now submit to a search, both for Infected and the attacker. Should we find them, we will execute them on the spot, and the household that harbored them will be punished accordingly.
If you don't want a hard labor sentence, turn them in. No one will come to harm if you do your civic duty, and the offenders and Infected will meet their proper end.
Now, we'll start from the first household.

<Background 2>

Talulah : It looks like the day came after all. There's no chance I'll make it through this one.

Old Woman : Don't go out there, Talulah! Hide behind the shed... they won't look there! We'll tell them you were scared of what was coming and ran away! No one'd blame you for it!

Talulah : But they might hurt you for it. I owe you better than that.
I've left you some gold coins... from Victoria. Spend them sparingly, and they'll have you warm and well fed for the rest of your lives.

Old Woman : Talulah, Talulah! Where are you going? My Talulah... you can't, you can't go to them! Those black-hearted patrolling bugs eat people alive!

Talulah : And I can't just stand by and let them torture the men and women of this village. I have to see this through. I'll lure them away, give them a wake-up call, let them know what they've wrought.
I know what's right. I'm not letting them punish these people. I'm not letting them murder anyone else.
I still remember how the boy next door was beaten to death for chucking a stone. I'll never forget.

Old Woman : Talulah... Talulah! You can't... that's enough!

[Someone knocks the door. ]

Old Woman : Who?! Who's at the door...!? Is it the patrolmen?! Go away!

Alina : Ma'am, it's me!

Old Woman : Alina! Come in, come in!

[Alina enters. ]

Old Woman : What's wrong? What's happened? Is there news?

Alina : ...Someone told.

Old Woman : What? Told what?

Alina : The Patrol Unit knows there's an Infected in our village.

Old Woman : How could... this can't be... ahh!

Alina : I don't know who it was, but we all know what happens to those who harbor Infected.

Talulah : ......

Alina : Ma'am, my father passed early, and you took such good care of my mother, you and your husband both. You're like grandparents to me.
And at this point, I can't really hide anything...

Talulah : —Wait.
Miss, where did the Mister go?

<Background 1>

Infected Patrol Unit : Bloody old fart, what are you doing here?

Old Man : I committed a crime!

Infected Patrol Unit : A confession? Ah, yeah, I remember. An old geezer got in our guy's way. Judging by your limp, you were one of the thugs who attacked him!

Old Man : Yup!

Infected Patrol Unit : ...Not that you look worth the trouble. Go take a bloody hike. No point in dirtying our hands over a miserable little wretch.

Old Man : Hold it. Sir, look at my skin here. What's that look like to you?

Infected Patrol Unit : ——
Infected! You're the Infected?

<Background 2>

Talulah : Are you serious?!

Old Woman : I realized the moment I helped you change clothes... Talulah, we've known you were Infected for a long time now.

Talulah : How—

Old Woman : The old man worked the mines, and came back after he'd caught Oripathy himself! You've seen how he never takes off that jacket of his...
He's going to go in your place, Talulah...!

Talulah : No!
But how could he have been...

Old Woman : You can't trust the people here like that! The villagers will say whatever they need to, for money or to save their own skins!
For the last two years, Talulah, we've been truly happy to have you! You're a good girl... a good girl!
We don't have long left to live, but Talulah, even if you're ill, you've still got years yet! You need to live, Talulah, that's what's right...
Talulah, don't go! For heaven's sakes, don't go...!

[Talulah rushes off to save the old man. ]

<Background 1>

Old Man : Take me.
Take me then, officer!
Look at my skin! I'm the bloody diseased one!

Infected Patrol Unit : ......

Old Man : If you don't believe me, then take a look at this!

Infected Patrol Unit : A knife? Put that down. You can't touch us, old man.

Old Man : No, officer, watch my Arts!

「The elderly man slices open his own wrist, but no red flows onto the snow. It is instead as mist, scattering into the air. 」

Old Man : Look, look... Officer! I'm an Infected, tried and true!

Infected Patrol Unit : I believe you.

[The Infected patrolman stabs the old man in the chest with his knife... ]

Infected Patrol Unit : Thank you for your cooperation, Infected.

Old Man : Nnf... nnf...!
Talulah...

<Background black>

Alina : Talulah! Come back! Don't!
Is that... fire?
What?! Why is the house on—
Talulah! Did you—
Don't! Talulah! They'll destroy the whole village!

After operation

Summary

Alina reveals to Talulah that she is Infected and finally convinces her to fight her anger and leave for a while.

<Background 1>

Infected Patrol Unit : Nggaaaaah!
Aahh... aaaaaahh!

Talulah : ......

Alina : Talulah...! You... ngh...!
Is that fire your doing!? You're the one who set them alight... guh!

Talulah : Alina, I'm sorry. This will surely mean even worse to come for the village. But I just couldn't stand it.
I just couldn't stand this sort of...
...Alina?

「Facing her, Talulah was taken aback. Alina met her gaze with an expression she'd never seen her wear before. 」

Alina : There's a fire in your eyes.
I knew from the moment you came to this village, you'd never be willing just to stay here.
You came from somewhere. Where you came from, you'll go back to. This village can't hold you.

Talulah : I won't go back. Don't look at me like that...

Alina : But within your eyes, truly, there's a fire.
You wanted to set something alight, burn it away, you thought none of this was how it should be, you bore it until you could bear it no more...
It shouldn't have been now, Talulah. Not now.
The villagers are innocent. Your one flare of anger only served to hurt them.

Infected Patrol Unit : What happened—oh, God! What the hell is going on?! Who!? Who did this!?

Old Woman : Talulah! Talulah! Run, now, run! And don't look back! Don't ever come back!
Blessings, your Majesty, bless this girl like my daughter, bless her to live on, bless her so she can live on!

Alina : Talulah, we need to go!

Talulah : No... those hideous patrolmen!

Alina : We're Infected, but none of the villagers are!

Talulah : ...What did you say?

Alina : I'm Infected too, Talulah. I'm Infected too.

<Background 3>

[As Talulah and Alina runs across the tundra... ]

Alina : *Pant*, *pant*... This is... where we'd planned to move. We had everything ready... but...

Talulah : They... The old man was...
We can't let them do this again... we can't let them...

Alina : He saved you, saved me, saved the whole village.
You threw... his whole plan into disarray.

Talulah : What do you even mean? The villagers were the ones who—
...Wait. You mean the one who turned him in... was...

Alina : It was his idea. That way, the Patrol wouldn't come again, and hopefully, that would've been that.
No matter how much strength you have, you can't resist the Patrol Unit.

Talulah : I can.

Alina : And then? What if the Gendarmerie came? What if the city's garrisons and all the nobles' soldiers came?

Talulah : We just don't have the firepower. Once we've accumulated enough strength...
Because it's not right. It's not right! We can't just look on like this!
All these wicked things right before our eyes, but we turn away, just to save ourselves?! That's not right!
...That's selfish. Heartless, even.
If righteousness can only be upheld by greater and greater violence, how can it even be considered righteous?

Alina : I can't answer these questions of yours, Talulah. You've studied more than I have, that I know.
But someone died today in the village. And no more ought to die.
You're so clever. You can understand that.
Now, go, Talulah!

Talulah : ...I'll be back.

Alina : Tell yourself that, Talulah. Tell yourself that.

M8-2: Silence, Born of Excessive Speech

Summary

On the other side of Chernobog's core city, Kal'tsit and the Doctor are trying to enter the sarcophagus, with herdified Sarkaz mercenaries standing in their way.

<Background 1>

「Central District
A short while before 」

Doctor : How are you certain Amiya's group will reach the command tower...
...without crossing one of Talulah's elite squads?

Kal'tsit : This is the problem with conspirators.
Take a warlord, or a tyrant of a devious king. Their strongholds are always easy to defend, hard to attack.
They know their own deeds will invite furious retribution without fail. They'll use superior strength and advanced armaments to deploy unyielding defense.
Yet, seeing as Talulah's despotic behavior is confirmed to be some kind of act, she would not do things this way.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : What makes you so confident?

Kal'tsit : Experience, theory, phenomena.
I have no confidence. I can only derive the facts.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Kal'tsit : ...Truthfully, I'm hoping to see you ever offer your own opinion.
Or maybe you're already content with silence as a brand of opinion?
Then I thank you for your understanding.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I wanna hear your reasoning.

Kal'tsit : If my thought process was one that won your approval...
Did you think that I would thus feel some kind of happy?
Respect is a two-way street. If you value my point of view, and arrive at any useful conclusions, then I in turn will give your point of view serious consideration.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : Talulah is maintaining her own image. She needs to have the normal Infected respect her, have the Sarkaz mercenaries obey her, have the guerrillas trust her, have the zealots worship her...
She needs to have the distance between her and them clearly visible, and have these people able to examine each other.
According to a series of behavior exhibited by Reunion so far, we can very clearly realize that Reunion's other leaders do not particularly recognize Talulah's conduct at all.
Even Patriot, seeing through to her scheme, had no power to reverse the tide in the middle of its change. If he could have killed Talulah, all the same, he still would have been unable to alter Reunion tending towards collapse.
To say nothing of the plot to exploit the Infected that Talulah has drawn up inside her own head... The time she would need likely far exceed the time Reunion has existed so far.
I conjecture that all of Reunion's actions up to now have been premised on a plan. Namely...
"Reunion will perish after all this is over."
Talulah will scatter keen, hidden forces across every part of her territory. When she needs them, she'll assemble them, and have them make their appearance at the right moment.
Doctor, I believe the Empire of Ursus's Third Army would not permit any Infected to act freely whatsoever.
However, Reunion's current conduct is all within the bounds of their tolerance. Superficial violence, lacking discipline and organization. The Third Army must be happy to see it.
Think about it carefully. Would they limit themselves to being onlookers? Thus, would they risk truly, willingly letting Talulah control a whole city—even a whole country's state of affairs?
Or perhaps, even this is one of the weights on Talulah's scales, used to swindle the Ursus military out of their power... having them hibernate somewhere, waiting until the situation is just about to move on from her control.
And then, in the truest sense, she'll be able to use... the power she could never even touch. Just as she wishes.
But that needs time.

Doctor : Now that you say all that, how is she not a tyrant?

Kal'tsit : Because while current Reunion wants that in a leader, it doesn't truly need that in a leader.
A tyrant treasures one's own enablers, even if a tyrant more often than not recklessly destroys them for lack of foresight or composure, and weeps truest, deepest tears for it.
A conspirator does not. The tyrant has chess pieces, and the conspirator does too; but the tyrant is with them on the chessboard, while the conspirator sits outside of it.
We can suppose she has humanity, and thus might make mistakes. But if we're talking about a qualified conspirator with a scheme on the tracks, then even if she herself died, her scheme would continue as a matter of course.

Doctor : Is our operation useless, then?

Kal'tsit : If they were, we'd hardly be taking Rhodes Island's operators to hell and back.
The only thing naturally useless is killing her. So, in every part and every place, we must break down her plot, antagonize her instructions, and lead her scheme to failure.
If we cannot halt a landship's forward march, then we will tear it to pieces, and make it arrive at its destination no more than an empty carapace.
...Ah, maybe I shouldn't have put it to you like that. Don't get me wrong, we still need to stop this Chernobog core city.

<Background fades out and in>

Kal'tsit : Doctor, you've worried about whether or not Amiya's group will run into any incidents...
I think what's on show before us is the real incident, here.
W, W. Where W? W stronger.
Don't, don't enter...

Doctor : Can you communicate with them?

Kal'tsit : (A certain Sarkaz tribe's language)

Herdified Sarkaz Warrior : Underground full of darkness. Darkness create evil. Evil bring pain.
Too much, pain.

Kal'tsit : (A certain Sarkaz tribe's language)

Herdified Sarkaz Warrior : Will you, share our pain?

Kal'tsit : No luck. Even if they weren't born in Kazdel, they should still have some kind of reaction to a hint of their native language. Their ability to actively think has been damaged.

Doctor : Could those words you were saying have any effect on them?

Kal'tsit : They were meant to in the first place.
No, wait... this wasn't a common-sense idea. Don't get excited.
But if not even this lets me rouse their conscious, then they've already lost all capacity for thought, beyond simply their ability to express.
It means their brain's activity has been sealed off, or that their nervous system has been perturbed by the infected organs... either way, we don't have enough time left to ascertain the true answer.
Just based on what facts we have, it's not looking good.

Doctor : They don't seem like they'll attack us.

Kal'tsit : They're preventing us from entering. Deeply infected Sarkaz mercenaries in this area number around six, and seem to spend most of their time set to an unconscious roam.
Their range of movement doesn't extend outside this passage. These severely Infected collected here only after they picked up on our activity.
Moreover, as long as we don't cross some boundary, they don't do anything further.
Reconnaissance operator. Can you detect our straight-line distance to the Sarcophagus? Determine position via the waveform I provided.
...1.4km. Precise figure?
1453m.
...If my calculations aren't wrong, then the breakout of conflict between Reunion and Sarkaz special Infected happened to be roughly at distance 1.4km from the City Hall too.
We initially planned to enter the Sarcophagus holding from the City Hall basement shelter passage, but as things are, that exit's likely been occupied by Sarkaz special Infected of the same kind.
I have an unconfirmed conjecture, Doctor...

Doctor : What kind of conjecture?

Kal'tsit : We don't know what their goal is, but these Sarkaz special Infected are likely preventing anyone else from entering the sarcophagus holding, and by happy coincidence, this district they've controlled measures 1.4km out.

Doctor : You might be right, but what about their goal, then?

Kal'tsit : (Shakes her head)
At the very least, it's not the same goal these Sarkaz originally had.
......
Poor Sarkaz, hailing from Kazdel. No matter where, they still become tools.
I believe there are similarities between the Infected and the Sarkaz's current situations. These Sarkaz here with us could only choose to well with hate, or to lose it all.
...Things were meant to have changed. We have that power.
Those Teekaz who lost their homeland—have become Sarkaz, rootless as people.
And now, the Sarkaz before us can barely even be called people.

Doctor : How do you want to do things?

Kal'tsit : All operators, inspect your hazmat equipment.
What we're facing may be a Class II Emergency Infective situation.
Doctor, in minimizing wear and tear to the utmost, we must halt the special Infected's activity to the utmost.
...We haven't stepped in to resolve an Emergency Infective state for a while. This outfit looks entirely like Ursus's Infected Patrol Unit.

Doctor : Infected Patrol Unit?

Kal'tsit : There's something I can't deny—the hazmat equipment we've been provided with is emblematic of Ursus's cruel rule over the Infected... it shares the same prototypical design.
Though our approach is intrinsically distinct from the Infected Patrol Unit, I can only hope we're able to continue preserving that intrinsic difference—that outside forces don't force us to change beyond recognition.
The same hope we hold for so many things. Just like I told you about some time before. I hope you'll hope so too.

<Background 2>

[Amiya uses her powers to sense her surroundings... ]

Amiya : ——————————!
————Was—Madame Ch'en here?

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 3>

Wei Yenwu : Which way was he headed?

Shadow Guard : West. Stone's throw from the exclusion zone of Glowing Hoof.

Wei Yenwu : ...He plotted all of this. It was to ensure the area where we signed the pact was secure. Leithanien expanded their contended exclusion zone, overlapping our own.

Shadow Guard : We can infiltrate, kill Kashchey and bring back the Miss.

Wei Yenwu : No. He's already prepared.
...In this meeting, the Twin Empresses directly dispatched the Empresses' Voice, and they weren't short of armed forces.
The Empresses are fresh upon the throne. If Kashchey intends to blow our diplomacy apart, all our transgressive conduct may very well be the Empresses' excuse to flaunt their power.
We can't give Kashchey more opportunities to harm Lungmen, or even Yan.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : Uncle!

Wei Yenwu : ......
Hui-chieh...

Ch'en Hui-chieh : Uncle... it's not Tal's fault!

Wei Yenwu : I'm not blaming her.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : ...Then you should get mad at me.

Wei Yenwu : You haven't done anything wrong.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : I told her I was gonna go with her. But then I got scared... I... let go of her hand. I didn't go with her...
She looked... really scared. I was really scared, and she was too. I... I did something wrong.

Wei Yenwu : ...Hui-chieh, she made the mistake, not you.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : Huh? B-but you said you wouldn't blame her, Uncle!

Wei Yenwu : No, I won’t.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : But didn't... didn't she do something wrong? If she does something wrong, you're... not gonna get mad at her?

Wei Yenwu : ——
She doesn't know the truth. It's not a truth anyone should be privy to, so of course she'd make a mistake. If not now, she would in the future.
...In so many cases, the wrong thing shouldn't be punished. Not only do we make mistakes, we'll make so many of them. If there's some mistake, we will make it. We can't dodge that, nor escape it.
Talulah simply made the mistake she was bound to.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : Is that still doing something wrong, then?

Wei Yenwu : Yes, of course it is. This world of ours wouldn't forgive something just because it was bound to happen.
The world is harsh, the people are harsh, the regimes are harsh. Apart from right and wrong, they don't care a damn. As if it's right and wrong keeping them alive, and not what they breathe and swallow...!

Ch'en Hui-chieh : ......
I don't get what you're saying, Uncle.
Does... does it mean Tal can still come back?

Wei Yenwu : —I don't know, Hui-chieh. I don't know.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : ...*sob*... Is it because of me... Tal won't come back? It's my fault... it's my fault... Tal...

Wei Yenwu : Hui-chieh!

Ch'en Hui-chieh : *whimper*...!

Wei Yenwu : Wipe your tears away.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : *sob*... I...

Wei Yenwu : Or cry, then. I'll give you five minutes. After you're done crying, if there's not still tears in your eyes, I'll tell you what you should do.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : Mm...!
...Waaah...! Tal...!

「Wei Yenwu gazes towards the sky. He considers bending down to comfort the tiny girl, but after hesitating, feels as if he isn’t suited to the task. 」

Wei Yenwu : You're done crying, then.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : ...Mm-hm. I want Tal back. What should I do?

Wei Yenwu : I'll teach you a world of things. I'll teach you how to supervise a city, how to fend off villains, how to treat your friends.
Do as I say, and Talulah will have a chance of coming back.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : Wh-what do I do? Will Tal be able to come back, really? Are you tricking me, Uncle?
...Mama... Mama said, you only know howta trick people. Can... can I really believe you?

Wei Yenwu : Perhaps.
I've made a massive mistake of my own, and it led to your mother despising me for her whole life. Even on her deathbed, she couldn't have let go. What she told you is understandable.
But mistakes can be made right.
Hui-chieh, listen carefully. Proper conduct is worth striving your whole life for. Correcting a mistake is worth putting life itself at stake for.
Talulah's departure was a mistake. Every consequence it brings, I will bear.
And you, Hui-chieh. You'd better grow up fast.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : What'll it be like when I grow up?

Wei Yenwu : Hmm. When you grow up... you'll be able to change everything.

Ch'en Hui-chieh : Really?!

Wei Yenwu : Perhaps. Or let's put it this way: so long as you believe, it will be real.
I'll teach you to wield a sword, Hui-chieh.
To wield Chi Xiao.

<Background black>

「"Unsheathing strike, eradicate without delay." 」

<Flashback ends here>

Operation story: R8-4

Before operation

Summary

Talulah visits the Infected civilians who have been forced into a dire situation. At the same time, the Infected Patrol Unit shows up, and a conflict is inevitable.

<Background 1>

「Hui-chieh:
If memory serves me correctly, and I don't trust it to, the old man's name was Ivan Iziaslav.
A very common name. And he was the sort of peasant farmer you could find anywhere.
But he sacrificed himself. For a whole mess of reasons, he gave his own life...
I think about it every now and then. Am I truly worth people sacrificing their lives?
Alina went with me. She was gentle most other times, but would suddenly just come out with venomous tongue-lashings. That made me uncomfortable, to say the least.
The plan was proceeding smoothly.
In accordance with my own ideas, rapidly, the Infected of this place would surely unite as one.
I hoped it would be effective.
And I hoped it would be enough for the old man to rest peacefully. Aside from the old lady, no-one else had been closer family to me.
February 7th 」

<Background 2>

「Third year without the Black Snake 」

Talulah : Sir, I'm...

Infected : Whatcha here for? Don't like the look of your clothes. Some old vet, are you?
Get lost! There's nothing even left here. You lot stole it, all of it! And what you couldn't steal, you burned!
Bastards! You came to kill me? Kill me, then! Goddamned demons!

Talulah : No, sir, I'm here to tell you that the Infected Patrol Unit is sweeping this area today.

Infected : Then let 'em sweep! Let 'em kill us all, why don't you!
We built our pathetic, unlivable village all the way out here, and they still come for us! What else can we do but let 'em!?

Talulah : Sir. You can hide yourselves, and I'll talk to them. Or I can conceal myself...

Infected : And who're you? I always said, you military noble bunch, no matter what you pretend! You're all just out for our lives—
Hah, you're not quite their sort. You actually talk with us! And they think we're barely even worth whipping!
Huh? Hello?
Gone...?
What kind of stunt is this? Oh... damn us all...
Damn us all. What a pathetic ending.

[An Ursus Army anti-Infected patrolman approaches the Infected. ]

Infected Patrol Unit : It's no bad thing to know your own damnation.

Infected : Ah... Mr. Patrolman...

Infected Patrol Unit : ...Destitute and lousy. Bad physique. You wouldn't be much use even if we sent you to the mines.

Infected Patrol Unit : How do you want to die, then? Painlessly? Slowly?

Infected : ...Mr. Patrolman! Look at me... what harm would leaving me alive do you?

Infected Patrol Unit : You say that with a weapon in your hand?

Infected : ...Sorry, Mr. Patrolman! This was for whoever that was just a minute ago! I don't know where she's gone now, but...

Infected Patrol Unit : Even burdenbeasts are worth more than you Infected. They can at least move goods. Your existence is a waste of His Majesty's land!

[Talulah appears and interrupts the patrolman. ]

Talulah : Why is that?

Infected Patrol Unit : ——
Where did you come from?

Talulah : From far, far east.

Infected Patrol Unit : What the hell are you...? You, are you Infected too?

Talulah : I am.
I can think. I can speak.
We Infected live and die. Why should you decide when and how?

Infected Patrol Unit : What is this bullshit?!

Talulah : If you could let us die peacefully on our own terms, we'd hardly even be upset about it...
But, my Infected brother, look up at him! Look at his face, his grin, his laugh!
They want to decide our fates. Control us. Perhaps our lives aren't worth much, but do you think you'd be worth a single gold coin?

Infected Patrol Unit : You!

Talulah : You're not worried that the Infected will hurt anything. No. You've hardly met more than a few remotely threatening Infected in your whole life.
All you want to do is exploit us to our last days, make playthings of our lives![note 1]

Infected : Ah...![note 1]

Talulah : My brother, in all their past outrageous acts, have they ever spared someone for their conduct? Have they ever let another live for following instructions?
They have not! Each time they let you live, it was only because they still saw worth they could squeeze from you!
With no money and no land left, they'd kick you to the floor. After all, the cities don't even give Infected the chance to live!
How should we Infected live? How should we die? That is for us to decide!

Infected : ......!
But... who are you?

Infected Patrol Unit : You good-for-nothing! Tell me your name at once!
In the name of the Emperor! For daring to lead his citizenry astray with these ludicrous ideals, we sentence you to death!

Talulah : To my brothers, I have no name. Refer to me how you wish. If you must call me something, you may call me Talulah.
To my enemies, you have no need for my name.
But my fires will set you alight.

After operation

Summary

Talulah, having repelled the patrol, is welcomed by the Infected, who have their lives back. Talulah tells Alina about the experience.

<Background 1>

Alina : So? You fought them off, is that it?

Talulah : Yeah.

Alina : I was right not to go with you. Burning people alive... If I ever have to smell that again, I'm sure I'll throw up.

Talulah : Alina, don't force yourself.

Alina : I'm the one who followed you in the first place.

Talulah : And I'll protect your Infected here. I will.

Alina : No, I'm not here to beg you to—

Talulah : Of course you're not. Alina, without you, I wouldn't have the time to go gather resources or info.

Alina : Who's your contact? Would it be safe to tell me?

Talulah : ——

Alina : Are you worried I'm an Ursus spy?

Talulah : Just wondering if it'd be better not to get you wrapped up in this.

Alina : The moment we became Infected, life for us couldn't get any worse.

Talulah : I'm in contact with Infected in other places.
Trying to keep tabs on which way the cities are moving, so I can help the Infected surviving out in the Northwestern Tundra as best as I can.

Alina : What you're doing is... insane, in a lot of ways.
Where did your conviction come from? Did someone teach you all this?

Talulah : No.
What taught me was both malignant and deranged, brimming with the arrogance of rule and the terror of power.
And I vowed to walk against it. I'm going to tear their decorous flesh straight from their bones, pull apart the noble cities their pride built layer by layer, and let everyone know the truth, everyone out on the Tundra...
And after that, we'll decide our own destinies.
We're going to clear this land out. We'll found our own homeland, and if anyone thinks to stop us, we'll topple them right then and there.
Part of this world belonged to the Infected in the first place... just as so many places across this land belong to all people.

Alina : ...Be more realistic, Talulah. This is all too out there.
If you do this, the village will be destroyed. They'll have nowhere to go, and the Patrol Unit will chase them down.

Talulah : And if I don't do this, the village would still end up abandoned over time.

Alina : Not everyone can join the army. The elderly, children, the injured and sick. If you have them give up everything they've ever survived on, they'll die no matter the soil quality.

Talulah : I know, Alina. So we'll find somewhere new.
Come on. Let's go. We've got somewhere we can stay tonight.

Alina : *Sigh*...

<Background 2>

Talulah : Thank you for having us.

Infected : Ain't nothing. Without you, we'd probably all be dead by now. Though we're still pretty much at death's door.
Sorry. Back at the start, seeing you, I was readying up to fight. That was all my bad.
Don't really have anything left to welcome you with, either. Just put up with this bit of oat gruel, I guess.

Alina : We're extremely thankful, sir. You shouldn't have, honestly.

Infected : No, it's nothing. We only had this bit left over, anyway. However many days we have left, makes no difference.
Wanna set up a village, huh? Doesn't matter how far you go... there's no point. Not much point at all.
We can't run. You know how big Ursus is? There's no point heading anywhere when there's patrol guys all over... and other people aren't gonna want us. We've got nowhere to go.

Talulah : Then come with me.

Infected : ...Where? Now?

Talulah : It doesn't need to be now.
I'll wait until you've thought it all through. Or if you end up with absolutely nowhere left to go, and you still want to live on, come find me, or find one of my brothers.
If we head for the wilderness, life in the tundra's... cruel, to say the least.
But we've got places to go. Places without the hearth of civilization as of yet. We'll find somewhere we can sow and harvest; we have so many people, they'd surely be able to help out with business, and we'd have an income.
We can always live on.

Infected : And if the patrolmen come?

Talulah : —We'd defeat them.

Infected : Huh?
...What did you just say?

Talulah : What I can do, you can too. You were correct, arming yourself against me back there.
If people think to come and rob us, we'll come together and fight them off. The Infected have strength.
We Infected can, bit by bit, regain our own lives.
Our bread. Our flames.

Notes

↑ 1.0 1.1 For unknown reasons, these lines have been removed.

M8-3: Death, Comes When Beckoned

Summary

Conflict breaks out between Rhodes Island and the Sarkaz mercenaries, the sealing layer is activated, members of Rosmontis's squad enter the sealing layer to cut off its power source, and the Shieldguards seek to work with Rhodes Island.

<Background 1>

「Central District 」

Reunion Member : H—help me...!

Reunion Member : We're Reunion too! Why are you doing this? You Sarkaz always bite whatever hand feeds you!

Rosmontis : ...What's happening?

Rosmontis Squadmember : The Sarkaz barricading the street are massacring Reunion...
Captain?

Rosmontis : Need to help the casualties.

Rosmontis Squadmember : You are, Captain?

Rosmontis : Mmhm. I'm going.

<Background fades out and in>

Reunion Member : Ngh... urgh... why, why! !
How did Reunion get like this... how did it get like this?! Weren't we gonna unite? Weren't we gonna be... be a family of our own, each other's kin?!

Sarkaz Mercenary : ......
See you—

Rosmontis : Stop.

[Rosmontis narrowly deflected the Sarkaz merc's strike. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : !
Heavy-weapons throwers, careful!
!
Giant, floating weapons...
Was that you, Feline? You did that? You're—a Caster?

Rosmontis : Put your weapons down.
It's okay now. Go.

Reunion Member : Go... go where? We've already... my teammates, my old friends, they all... they all...

Rosmontis : Qing, help him.

Qing : Got it. Come here, brother. Those Sarkaz just don't see.

Rosmontis : I'll say it again, Sarkaz. Put your weapons down.

Sarkaz Mercenary : You think we'll stop resisting just because you're holding a weapon.
We don't think that way.

Rosmontis : Then you want to be killed?

Sarkaz Mercenary : We don't have much of a choice.

Rosmontis : Attacking your own comrades, hurting your own kin—

Sarkaz Mercenary : When were the Infected ever our kin? Our kin only numbers Sarkaz.

Rosmontis : You couldn't have said that when you joined Reunion.
Betraying, harming your family, playing other people's feelings...
Disgusting.

[The Sarkaz merc strikes at Rosmontis... ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Watch out for those weapons! Move!

[...but Amiya held her back. ]

Amiya : Rosmontis, stop...!

Rosmontis : Ah, Amiya.

Amiya : Raidian just sent it out—the last message Dr. Kal'tsit gave us was that we should take care around the special Infected...
They're likely a variant of the special Infected from Lungmen, and we don't know if they'll infect others in progression!
Sarkaz warriors, listen to me!
There are some... Sarkaz with a deep infection, and they're catalyzing the other Infected!
We need the other Infected to withdraw from their current areas... Your block still has Infected survivors apart from you, and they're all non-combatants!
Even if we won't pass through here, I still hope we can all lend a hand to ensuring the safety of those Infected!

Rosmontis : That's impossible. They wouldn't do that. They have no conscience.

Sarkaz Mercenary : ......
We... we've seen it. We went out on our own.
We can't pull back. If they come this way... we'll have to get rid of them. We can't let even more Sarkaz get infected.

Rosmontis : You might get infected yourself.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Who gives a damn.

Rosmontis : You want to end up like them too? Those monsters controlled by Arts? You don't give a damn if you do?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Not the first time we've been made out to be monsters, is it?

Rosmontis : ...Oh, um... ah.

Sarkaz Mercenary : This city's toast. Sooner or later, sure, we might end up like them. But if we can exterminate them, then everything gets a little easier. Some people can still live on.

Rosmontis : As long as Talulah isn't dead, this city will be annihilated.

Sarkaz Mercenary : If W can't kill her, there's no chance you can.
If you don't stand with the winner, you can't win; in war, if you can't win, you die.

Rosmontis : But if you keep hurting any more Infected, then this might be where you die.

Sarkaz Mercenary : And what if I die, then? What if I turn into one of Mephisto's Herd, huh...?
Mephisto's a monster, too. We kill other Infected because we're all monsters.
All we want is for the Sarkaz not to suffer any further, but when you think about it, what if we suffer?
When you leave here and go whatever, will they look you in the eye?
Do you not know your end, being an Infected?
Of course you know. The moment you leave that tiny little squad of yours, you'll die.
You'll be despised, wrung by the neck, lashed, whipped, and hung.
Or you'll be driven out of the cities, run vagrant, and you'll starve, bitten to death by the beasts.
You can't live on.
And you have no dignity.

Rosmontis : ...What do you know?

Amiya : Warrior...
Tell me. That you're not fighting for Talulah.

Sarkaz Mercenary : She's... strong. With her, the chance that more people live on is better.
We don't care if we kill a few more for it.

[Rosmontis narrowly strikes the Sarkaz merc as a warning. ]

Rosmontis : Get lost. Next time, I'll cut you in half.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Feline. If you want to pass through here, then just kill us...
We sure don't want to see our own end up that way. That's if you can kill us, though. Hahah.

Rosmontis : You really are the most unsalvageable people.

[Suddenly a strong rumble can be felt. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : What...? What?

Rosmontis : What was... that sound?

Amiya : Oh, no...!
The block we're in is nearing the ones the command tower closes off its entrances with... Reunion is likely trying to raise the entire sealing layer to cover any way in!
We're almost out of time!

Rosmontis : ......
Sarkaz. I'll give you one last chance. If you don't want to get mangled, pull out.

Sarkaz Mercenary : ...Heh. Hahah.

Rosmontis : Amiya.

Amiya : ......
I'll settle this.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Cautus. Hah. What do you think you can do?
Black lines...? That's—

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : *Pant*... *pant*. Ugh...
What's the... state of things?

Rosmontis Squadmember : We've suppressed all consciousless Sarkaz mercenaries.

Amiya : O—okay, that's good, ngh... Are there other Infected.. here?

Rosmontis Squadmember : We have news, but I can't say whether it's good or bad. Recon operators looked around a little. There are, all over this block. And most of them... are in terrible shape. They must've been passive Infected, imprisoned in concentration.

Amiya : Any passage through the... sealing... layer?

Rosmontis Squadmember : Yeah, this part leads to an engineering passage. Should be able to directly enter the structural control area, hack their remote panels. They can't do a thing about that.
Otherwise, for the open passages, recon ops have sighted at least four battlegrounds, all of them guerrillas against other Reunion...

Amiya : The combat situation seems intense...

Rosmontis Squadmember : The guerrillas are strong, but the Talulah-aligned Reunion have the terrain advantage, and Sarkaz mercenaries backing them. They won't be able to push through for a while.
It's okay, Amiya. Captain, us engineers will sneak our way in. We'll cut the energy supply to the whole sealing layer.

Rosmontis : Can you do it?

Rosmontis Squadmember : Definitely.

Amiya : That's too risky.

Rosmontis Squadmember : Entering the core city was risky in the first place.

Rosmontis : No objections, then?

Rosmontis Squadmember : We're going.

Rosmontis : The, um... the, um!
Take care. Mm-hm... take care.

Rosmontis Squadmember : We're not elite operator Rosmontis's squad for nothing. Don't you worry about a thing!

Amiya : ...Put your own safety first.

Rosmontis Squadmember : If you wanted us to listen, you wouldn't have used those Arts just now!

Amiya : Ah...

Rosmontis Squadmember : Engineering group, move out! Hustle your bustles!

Rosmontis : ...They're gone.
Oh. Amiya. You shouldn't use up your strength here. Let me handle all that.

Amiya : ...This way, you'll be able to do less harm.

Rosmontis : Does Rhodes Island not want me to do things this way?

Amiya : That's not it. It's just... if we could, we obviously don't want things done this way.
And the only thing I've used up is strength. What you use up is... your awareness.

Rosmontis : I don't really care.

Amiya : But... we should care.

Qing : Amiya! This fellow wants a few words with you.

Amiya : Ah...
...You're from Reunion, Infected friend. Can I call you that?

Reunion Member : Whatever. Just... whatever. We're all... done for. I wanted to ask where you're gonna go.
And if... we can go with you, maybe. We've got nowhere to really go. The Sarkaz'll kill us, and we don't want to fight our own people anymore. The guerrillas'll kill us for sure, too.

Amiya : Why do you feel that way?

Reunion Member : They'd kill anyone if they wanted, wouldn't they? I've heard there's times they say they'll kill the Infected, just because someone did something or other wrong!

Amiya : ...I'm not sure. They might do that, but they might not.
My belief is, you have to see how they truly are to reach the facts. You can't just go on hearsay.
But we won't force you off to where they are. You're afraid of them, and the things they're doing don't sit well with you.

Reunion Member : And that's why I wanted to... to ask where you're all going.

Amiya : —We're heading for the core command tower.

Reunion Member : ...Are you insane?

Amiya : Mm.
We want to put a stop to this turmoil, so we have to head for the command tower.
Can I ask you for a favor, Infected friend?

Reunion Member : If it's killing—then—then no.

Amiya : It's not. I'm hoping you can all... safeguard the bystander Infected on this block.
Be careful. They might not like you... they might not like your uniforms.

Reunion Member : Then what do we do?

Amiya : I think you have two options. One is, take off that uniform, and be Reunion no longer...
And the other is, wear your uniforms, but do what you should do.
One option is easy, and one's very hard, but I believe... this is something you should choose for yourselves.

<Background 2>

「Command tower entrance 」

Shieldguard : Curs! The cowards! They're blocking off the tower entrances with the sealing layers!
Have we still not breached them?

Phantom Crossbowman : The Sarkaz mercenaries are entrenching every sealing sector's in-roads! Other Infected have constantly been harassing us! We can't concentrate our attention!

Shieldguard : You, repeat. You're asking us and Rhodes Island to cooperate?

Rhodes Island Guard? : I am!
If Rhodes Island is unworthy of your trust, then you don't need to think about any of this city's people for a second more.
Even if the rules are going out of style, they'll still play by them.

Shieldguard : Even if they still owe the Captain their lives?

Rhodes Island Guard? : If we all die here, who'll carry on Patriot's spirit?
We have strength, and Rhodes Island has knowledge. At the last, Kal'tsit's incredible on both counts. I personally think she's on par with the Captain. And you saw, even the Captain gave her his recognition!
The sealing layer's still rising! You'd better decide, because we don't have much time left!

<Background 3>

Rhodes Island Guard? : That's more or less the shape of things. I've already told them about things, so, Amiya...
I'm not asking you to agree to this. I'm just thinking it might be good for us, right?
It'll lead to a little less wounded all around...
...I'm not really on top of things. I just...

Amiya : It's alright, Guard. Your proposal is reasonable. It's just that we... we won't do things the same way the Shieldguards do.
We don't have any right to exercise over the Infected, and we won't adopt their... disciplinary methods.
Are they almost here?

Rhodes Island Guard? : Should be.
...Amiya, I'm making less and less sense of anything.

<Background 2>

Rosmontis : ......

Shieldguard : —Feline. I'm looking for your leader.

Rosmontis : If you want revenge, is now a good time?

Shieldguard : Don't think you can try pissing me off just because you know a bit of Arts, white cat!

Rosmontis : I don't like you.

Shieldguard : Am I making you realize? The way you do things, you're no merchant's underling, eh? You're more like some Infected warrior hero, aren't you?

Rosmontis : What are you talking about?

Amiya : ...Guerrilla fighter.
You can't threaten our employees. You don't have the authority.

Shieldguard : ...The Lord.
Can you command those Sarkaz?

Amiya : ...I can't, and I couldn't. Please don't call me that. All I am is a member of Rhodes Island. Nothing to do with race, nor any arbitrary form of power.

Shieldguard : Then that makes things simple, if you and them have absolutely no blood affinity.
You're going to team up with us here? Wreck the command tower together?

Amiya : ......

Shieldguard : What're you so on guard for? We're obviously the ones yielding here.
The other guerrillas still don't know what I'm up to, but I have faith you feel the same way as them. This city's people are enslaved by Talulah and her wicked plans, and you too want to liberate them.
We want to revive hope for the Infected, so let's light one more flame for this city!
if you truly fight for the Infected, then you're sure to agree.
Now answer, Rhodes Island!

Operation story: R8-5

Before operation

Summary

Talulah leads an Infected squad to the Northern Tundra, looking for the guerrillas who have been fighting against oppression and for the Infected. She comes to befriend FrostNova and her Yeti Squad.

<Background 1>

「Hui-chieh:
No one would offer the Infected any help. We were no volunteer army. We had nothing like the "Brave Wok" from the age of Mikhail the Huge Ears. We had no city of our own, and we hardly even had fields to hill up.
"The Originium grows on our skin, and the scant few weapons we hold are stark. The snow in our mouths melts into our water, our stomachs are filled with grass seed and bark. "
And so they sang. I learned a good few of those in short order.
We were just some Infected with nowhere to go.
I became more and more sure. Coming to the Northern Tundra first was the right choice. Nothing but people with nowhere to return, and nowhere to go, wherever you went.
The Infected in the cities, singled out by the common folk. The races of each country looking on one another with suspicion of their differences. Only out on the tundra do people become a little simpler.
I wanted to go back south. But this time, I probably wouldn't be going alone.
Infected dying of frostbite and hunger on the tundra is not the same as Infected dying of their illness on their own land.
The Infected should pioneer their own city. If Ursus doesn't allow it, then Ursus should be changed.
Exile, abdication, leaving the country—in the end, you were still a homeless vagabond. Whenever you told of a place that'd admit the Infected, you were telling a fairytale.
If the Infected wanted to regain their dignity, they needed strength, unity, and a change in the status quo.
If we could gain the backing of the Infected guerrillas, then maybe this quest of ours would have some chance of success.
It was important for the Infected to regain their confidence. It was crucial for us to have any sense of meaning in our lives. 」

<Background 2>

Talulah : No doubt about it, it's here.
Those patrolmen set up new sentries around the abandoned city. Those black-swaddled, black-shelled vermin... chewing away at the crops, leaving not even a scrap for us.
...This city's been derelict for over ten years, now.
Its core facilities were towed away, and none of its inhabitants stayed behind. The buildings and city plates left might someday be pulled apart and picked clean, too.

Infected Fighter : Which noble's turf was this, originally?

Talulah : Baron Neva, knifed to death in a riot. Every possible heir of his within a hundred kilometers had already been uprooted.

Infected Fighter : Who did it? Sounds vicious.

Talulah : Royalists. The First Army had plenty of them.

Infected Fighter : I don't get it. Talulah, you said a few days ago, right? The Great Rebellion was carried out by the current Emperor and the old military noblemen?
So why would the army help the Emperor kill nobles?

Talulah : The principal force driving the Great Rebellion was the age before it... those Ursus military nobles who stood to gain everything from Ursus's epoch of relentless outward expansion.
After the new Emperor ascended, it was natural they'd spit out every city, all the resources, and the entire population they'd swallowed up.
At that time, most of Ursus's army was under the direct control of the military nobles. But the royalists were no slow thinkers. One fewer noble meant one less share of the spoils.
Then, once they'd disposed of those nobles, the silver made its way back to their pockets. The risk was high, but they had the capital to make that foray.
And that's why, during the Great Rebellion, past the cities all saving their own hides, the royalists probably inflicted the biggest losses on the families with a hand in the rebellions.
So they say. If it was the actual rebel armies who held the advantage in the Great Rebellion...
Then the royalists would've been hanged and the Emperor placed under house arrest, consent forced by the prerogative of all those goddamned putrefying nobles littering the military.
All the lordly dukes and their armies would've split Ursus up into countless smaller regimes—at least, internally, they were sure things would go that way.
And don't forget, back in reality, all those young officers on the rise after the Great Rebellion played out weren't siding with the new Emperor. They were probably just siding with the money.

Infected Fighter : ...I see. At the end of it all, it was still fought for money.

Talulah : Correct.

Infected Fighter : Hah. You have answers for everything, don't you, Talulah?

Talulah : ...The one who taught me all this was so arrogant, he didn't even care how much I took in. I could probably rattle that crap off without even thinking about it.

Infected Fighter : That's enough. God knows you're plenty smart. Why come here, then? You already said any place a person could live is long gone.
How'd you figure anything out of all their nonsense ramblings these past few days... how'd you figure out the Patrol Unit would be here?

Talulah : All the villages in the area were planning to move. If a Catastrophe's not coming, then that only leaves one reason.
It's the rotten patrolmen, coming to stay. If it were some army passing through, the villages wouldn't dare think of moving.
It should be because the harvest season's just ended. The Patrol Unit will carry out their routine inspections now, making sure the tax collectors haven't gone into the villages yet.
The nearest city still operating is Shiraziberg. It's mainly light industry. It's only stopped over here to procure resources at most.
Most villages in the vicinity don't have a landholder protecting them, so those rotting patrolmen have flocked in from all over. They must've seen things were ripe for the picking.
...Originally, they were just a ragtag organization of rogues tracking down the Infected. Now they're all old geezers on a rampage who'll stoop to any low.

Infected Fighter : Then let's wipe them out. Our days here'll be a lot more peaceful if we do. We should.

Talulah : We don't have the capacity.

Infected Fighter : Huh? So what the hell are we here to do?

Talulah : —"Aegis." "Aegis" are attacking the sentries here.

Infected Fighter : ...Guerrillas?

Talulah : Right.

Infected Fighter : Infected guerrillas? ! Damn, that's... man, Emperor above...

Talulah : It isn't easy to make contact with them. We've been piling up information for three whole months, and now we've finally scooped an opportunity.

Infected Fighter : Didn't care much when you said a few days ago we were looking for another group, but if I'd known you were looking for... for guerrilla fighters. Man.
But. Um. You have an easy time linking up with the southern city Infected. Is it really that hard to get in touch with these guys?

Talulah : If you want to survive in the city, you need to be proactive about your intel and collaborators.
If you want to survive out on the tundra, what you need is solid tactics and a lifestyle that keeps Ursus's spies guessing at all times.
The Infected have plenty of Messengers, and the Infected have their own methods and channels to get the signal out.
The guerrillas? The guerrillas will only ever talk to the tundra Infected.
The guerrillas don't want to be found, that's the thing. Neither do they want to join up with anyone.
They accept the Infected into their own group, and train them to become fighters. They're probably not exactly like I'm hoping, but the guerrillas are still undoubtedly going strong, with no signs of slowing down.
—At the very least, there have been two small guerrilla bands who've exchanged resources with Infected settlements ten kilometers out.
Even if the local Infected won't talk, it wouldn't have been the Army who left those fire pits outside their villages.
Okay, here's what they're here to do: destroy this freshly built sentry outpost, and make sure the patrolmen go down with it.
Everyone, sit tight here. Be on alert. Patrolmen could be fleeing through these parts.
It's a long way out from Shiraziberg, and the sentries have barely set up. They won't hold out.
They'll retreat. As long as they haven't been annihilated by the guerrillas, that is.
Hide yourselves. If we run into two or three Patrol Unit bands at once, we won't be able to take them.

Infected Fighter : Talulah?! Are you going alone?

Talulah : Let me. If we want to make contact with the guerrillas, we'll need to show them we're not hostile.
And if we end up skirmishing, you could just as easily escape.

Infected Fighter : Are you treating us like cowards?!

Talulah : I've never met people braver than you. And that's why, to your fellow Infected compatriots, you are crucial. If they want to be alive down the line, that's all the more reason they need you.
Which is the better choice: you live, or we sacrifice more for my sake? It should be plenty obvious.

Infected Fighter : ——
You're still looking down on us.

Talulah : I've put in a great deal of thought into this decision. And everyone will be better off, by the way.
So don't run your mouth.

Infected Fighter : You're just pissed, now!
Like we're not all burning inside! If you think we don't understand you, newsflash—it feels like you don't bother getting what we think, either.
A "decision" means nothing to us. We came back with you all the way from the Northwest... and it wasn't for any "decision."
You fight well! You let us all eat, you taught us a hell of a lot more than we knew before.
I don't understand you well, but as far as I'm concerned, you're different from the city-dwellers, or even the Infected in the mines.
You just don't want us to die, right? Talulah, look at us. Think we're scared? We're no cowards!
Bet it never crossed your mind. Compared to drifting endlessly, we're a hell of a lot more prepared to die with you!

Talulah : What if I told you I saw this coming long ago, and just hoped you wouldn't do it this way?

Infected Fighter : Why?

Talulah : Because I won't die.
It's okay. Let me go. Less casualties this way, too. Besides, I'm—*chuckle* "the Deathless."
In the words of a repulsive monster.

Infected Fighter : Wait... Talulah, like hell we let anyone look down on us! We don't want them to think we're begging for them. Just let us come with you!

Talulah : No!
Only executioners rank people by the murder in them. You've already won respect for the fact that you stepped forward.
If anyone looks down on you, that's the one who truly deserves to be scorned.

Infected Fighter : ......
Fine.
—Wait, Talulah! You're seriously going with just a single sword?!

[Talulah walks away. ]

Talulah : A list of names and a book of frequency numbers, too!
Remember, my friends! These are far more important than my sword!

<Background fades out and in>

「Talulah regretted it a little.
She didn't run into the stomach-dropping terror that was the guerrillas. She didn't catch sight of their iconic aegis. She never so much as glimpsed a single worn-out Ursus armament. Nor any of the fabled towering Sarkaz who walked with the guerrillas, even.
For better, or for worse... she encountered the Yeti Squad.
And it was cold.
She lit a fire, and jumped into the last of the Patrol Unit's watchtowers, out of the startled, certain gaze of a white-wrapped group of Yetis.
Careful the list doesn't burn. It's so cold, though. Too cold, she thought.
Need to warm this place up a little. 」

After operation

Summary

A hero born of darkness and intrigue, an incarnation of an evil god haunting the history of Ursus, a fated rebellion, the beginning of the undulations of history.

「It was what left the deepest impression on her current self.
It was the day her "noble life" came to an end. 」

<Background 3>

Phidian Noble : You're back.

Talulah : ......

Phidian Noble : I thought you weren't fond of that sword. Why carry it on your person?

Talulah : Just may as well.

Phidian Noble : Oh.
The smell of mud is stuck to your clothes. No smell of blood, though, nor anything singed. Your maidservant mentioned you were in a rush to meet me, so much so you did not bathe, nor change. Let me hazard a guess. You haven't done anything.
Did you find a better way, Talulah? Of dealing with this thorn in our side? You found a better way, and thus did not do as I told you to, is that it?

Talulah : You didn't just want me to eliminate Major Antonio. You tried to trick me into killing a child.
Kashchey... a child. Antonio was taking his son on a trip, and you had me frame him so the Gendarmerie would beat him to death on his way to the next city over. His son would've had no chance of escaping.

Kashchey : Antonio makes an art of covering himself. You should easily have been able to tell that that young boy was not his son.

Talulah : *Sigh*...

Kashchey : I've taught you this. In times when we have greater goals, we cannot avoid making sacrifices in our morality and resources.
Given you've let Antonio go, the next time he surfaces may well be in the residence of some Victorian secret service official.
Those horrid Felines would then surely make a fine point of our four neighboring cities' shipping routes for the whole year...
...and take it as a pretense to identify our trading partners, investigate our resources, draw an outline of our import and export itineraries, and produce a clear grasp of our defense arrangements.

Talulah : I've already destroyed the files.

Kashchey : Wonderful! Very well done. You are quite capable, aren't you?
But, Talulah, how do you intend to certify... to at all assert, that Antonio "had never" seen in those records before?
If he did not know their contents, why take them with him?

Talulah : And how would you prove that he'd betray your dukedom? Betray Ursus? Why didn't you go to question him, or seize him? Why go straight to eliminating him?

Kashchey : I do not need to give proof. Questioning him would grant him the opportunity to dispute his charges and escape punishment. His conduct cannot be pardoned.
If he may have possibly done so. Then. As far as I'm concerned, as Ursus is concerned, as the laws and decrees are concerned, that is sufficient.
He cannot. He is not allowed to have "possibly done so."
—Antonio has already been dealt with. After you destroyed the files, my Scales cleaned up the remainder for you.

Talulah : I knew it. I just knew... you wouldn't let him go.

Kashchey : I've only been training you ceaselessly so that you may step by step become ever better. Now, you see that you have once again failed my expectations. You did not work as well as you did last time, Talulah.
Your performance at the Shuvata Conference was outstanding, Talulah, and you ought to admit, too, that you revel in how it feels.
How it feels to stand on a peerless summit.

[A thunder is heard. ]

Talulah : Don't ridicule me. Everything about you only stokes the anger in me to a roar.

Kashchey : Then you must surely revel even more in the feeling of perfection.
I'm very clear on your misgivings, and I understand how you think, too. That is why...
The Scales let that boy acting as his son run free.
How about that, Talulah? That wasn't something out of reach of your lone capability, is it?

Talulah : The boy in question was his son. Was. His. Son.

Kashchey : It makes no difference if he wasn't.

Talulah : When that boy comes of age, he'll find you, and he'll take revenge for his father.

Kashchey : Then perhaps you should prepare... prepare for some far-flung moment to take revenge for your own father?
Talulah, the one who killed him is still alive and well, after all.

Talulah : ......

Kashchey : I've given you this answer before. You must be sufficiently trained to the point you are capable of personally avenging him. Mm. And you currently... are not yet so.

Talulah : ...You can shut up, now, Kashchey!

Kashchey : Ah, excepting that, Talulah, excepting your own personal wants, I do have ever higher hopes that you may become an outstanding individual.

Talulah : An executioner, a lead gendarmerie, a noble officer, a conspirator, a killing machine of a caster?! When you say "an outstanding individual," is that what you mean?!

[Another thunder is heard. ]

Kashchey : Talulah, Talulah. No.
I long for an heir.

Talulah : ......
I never imagined you'd say something so sickening outright.
But, well, *chuckle* I'm sorry, Duke.
Your hopes are all...
Fruitless.

Kashchey : Hmm...
I can see you've gotten fired up. Tell me, then, Talulah, tell me something. What is it you've done that has you so pleased with yourself?

Talulah : Half a year ago, I got a hold of a small splinter of Originium ore, and can you guess what I did with it...?
I embedded it in my own arm.

Kashchey : ...Oh?

Talulah : With wonderful results.
I am Infected already.
I'm an Infected now, Duke Kashchey. My life is wound short, and your schemes, your plans, your investments, all for naught. You have no way to use me ever again.
Everything I am was by your own design, wasn't it? And now, no longer.

Kashchey : Ah. Truly... an unforeseen method.

Talulah : Does it taste good? The flavor of your conspiracy bled dry?
Kashchey, I've already become what Ursus and the world at large most reviles. We most despicable Infected... across the cities, the tundras, the barrens, we most depraved, lowly Infected.

Kashchey : And if your sister saw you like this, would she be happy?

Talulah : Don't you—!

Kashchey : What is it that made you scheme, rebel against me so, my daughter?

Talulah : —You.

Talulah : You deceived me. Lied to me, you said Wei Yenwu masterminded the murder of my father. You never told me they confronted you together, drove you out of Lungmen.
You never told me what role you played in my father's death. Even if Wei Yenwu killed him, even if he is guilty, even if he deserves to die for it—
You can't escape blame either.

Talulah : On the surface, you treat your subjects well, help with settling the villages around the city, give the Infected stable residence...
But in actuality, you have the Infected and your residents living entirely different lives—you let the inhabitants feed their own egos on the Infected.
You've taken this city plundering its own residents and embellished it into a duty! To the point that they push around the Infected and the nomadic non-dwellers to bring themselves comfort!

<Background 3>

Talulah : Is this your dukedom, then? Is this your city and your rule?
You use inequality to mold a facade, and a facade to expand your influence?
I cannot endure this any longer. Even if I didn't fault your hypocritical means and twisted tricks, your pathological lies and false benevolence already had me at wit's end!

[Yet another thunder is heard. ]

Kashchey : I've taught you this before, Talulah.
I've taught you—"In this period of excessive calm, they cannot accept mutual, equal treatment."
Not unless we draw this period of mediocrity to an end.
You and I may accept their autonomy, just as the Columbians and Siracusans have. But what of themselves?
They will elect their next consul, and their next lord. Because they do not esteem others. They only fear authority and violence.
Not only that. They don't allow for anyone braver than themselves, smarter than themselves. Kinder. More merciful... Not unless you are their duke, or their emperor.
You sympathize with them. You sympathize with my subjects, sympathize with such residents whose backs are forced against the wall by tax collectors and bureaucrats.
That is wonderful.
Moreover, even you continue to force yourself to spit vile slurs that humiliate the Infected so... I do vaguely recall.
You constantly made revisions to my policies, in ever greater attempts to protect them, so much that you didn't even fear arousing the citizens' wrath.
I have spent a great deal of time ironing their moods out, Talulah.

Talulah : I'm not sympathizing with them!

Kashchey : You certainly do love them.

Talulah : Why you...?!

Kashchey : I'm very gratified, Talulah, that you should truly care for them. You've come to resemble me more and more, my daughter.

Talulah : ...Who the hell gave you the right to keep saying this crap?!

Kashchey : But your superficial actions will not, and cannot succeed.

Talulah : And what makes you think you know what I'm going to do? You don't have the power...

Kashchey : No matter should all people in sum desire to reach one single good outcome——those people, as ever, still may fail.
Talulah, Talulah. It is because that golden outcome of theirs, and your daydreams, are fundamentally distinct.
You have no ability to make differing people endorse some identical action. Their disputes will clash and devolve, and that cannot be avoided.
How can a Sarkaz face a Sankta? How can a soul from Kazimierz face a soul from Ursus? How can a sturdy yet toilsome bear face an arrogant yet impotent hippogryph?
You think to let them know how to act? What an arrogant notion, my daughter! You wish to take this appearance and this rank of yours, and appeal to them to do something?
Ah, of course, this I know. You certainly could do so.
Talulah, in time, you will rule those destined to follow you. You have inherited the Black Snake's knowledge, the Red Dragon's blood flows through you, you walk the Bear's land, and you thumb through the Hippogryph's history.

Talulah : No person should be born to be ruled by another.

Kashchey : But they crave your rule. For all their lives, they've been awaiting someone like you to rule over them. Ursus may well tremble for you, my daughter.

Talulah : Those who rule others will inevitably be ruled themselves by the stronger, Kashchey.

Kashchey : Ah, now that is a concept close to me, Talulah. Let me give you your final lesson, then.

Talulah : ...Hm?

Kashchey : Talulah, we will come to transcend this sort of transient, worldly rule.
The last Emperor is dead, yet his shadow is still cast upon these great lands of ours. His will, his force of mind, have already passed beyond that era.
He inherited the true Empire of Ursus, sustains Ursus's flourishing lands, lets the people of Ursus live.
Should we lose the sun, the luxuriant branches and stems that Ursus grows will at once wither away, and all that will remain across this world is inferior creatures, ever more putrid, sucking the nutrients from each other.
These people you have seen—
They take pleasure in savagery, widespread slaughter, masochism, and are at once fearful and selfish...
You dream of education and ideology to draw them in, enlighten them. But you don't know that they bear not the slightest interest in what you have to say... Talulah, you deserve to know this.
They have survived across this world of ours for countless years, and have become accustomed to a certain deep-rooted way of life. You are merely but a stranger, crashing in on it.
So-called rulers, so-called nobles, so-called armies... merely the people of strength, the people lapped in luxury, the people who withstood training.
Domains can shift, armies can rebuild, rules can fall to ruin...
No rule can endure, except where the voluntary will of Ursus's people follows. They will never be ruled. They only press forth, forever.
—The small charity you make is exchanged for obedience. For unrealistic expectations.

Talulah : And how the hell would you know what they're meant to be? It was Ursus that ravaged them to this point!

Kashchey : I am very clear about it. Ah, I am all too clear about it.
And this is why you think they will go with you? For their bread, their potatoes, their clean water and bonfires? Is this how you would promise them?
They will. And then, once they starve, their first thought will be to make a meal of your corpse.
If you carry such unrealistic fantasies of them, you will hate them. You will surely hate them.

Talulah : Kashchey, I am not you.
I am nothing whatsoever like you.

Kashchey : Yet you are already the same as me. You simply have not been roused from your daydreams yet.
In truth, you can and may leverage all you have at hand.
If you have some goal, then go. Use terror to destroy terror. Use life to rule life. Use sacrifice to guide sacrifice. Use ignorance to breed ignorance. Use suffering to manufacture suffering.
You have learned all of these methods. They are already your arms. All that's left is to learn to make use of them... to get used to them.
Until your beloved people understand, in the truest sense of the word, their country, and the significance of their existence.

Talulah : I can't even tell what you're spouting all this hell-ridden doctrine for, if anything.

Kashchey : All this is fact. All this, you will confront.
How about this, my daughter. You don't trust me.
So I wish to make a wager with you.
In these many years, the Originium Arts I have cultivated in you have long since budded. Their time to fruit is already now.

Talulah : ...What... did...?

Kashchey : In your life to come, you need only raise doubt of all you persist in, you need only raise the slightest hatred of the ones you proclaim your compatriots, and those who you think ought to be free...
And you will immediately settle this wager between us. It is whether, in that moment, you will walk the path I taught you.
Perhaps, in these coming years, you will be fortunate enough to avoid those conditions yet. You may, with sheer luck, be living within a fairytale land.
Perhaps the people before you will chance to have secret sorrows. They can be understood, explained—oh, they were forced into helplessness...
I can wait. This country can wait. Be it three years, five years, a decade, a century, you will only arrive at the same answer. Though you will not live an Infected's life for long, I know that day will come.
The Empire of Ursus finds itself in a period of repeated ailment. Crops will not grow on the soil of the barrens. Soil in shadow can only bear forth flowers of corruption.
You may be betrayed by those you adored. You may witness the moments in which your friends die for you. You may realize the expectations you held for the future have lost all meaning.
Because all that you do, in other people's eyes, still cannot make up for the pressure you bring about with your appearance, your status.
You will realize it all can be sacrificed. You will realize that they all love themselves more than their neighbors. You will come to know that your proud struggle symbolizes nothing at all.
You will come to see. These great lands you threw yourself to do not want you.
You will see your thoughts, your actions, become nonexistence. You will see them spurn all you revered, your life, your dignity and philosophy void of all significance.
Because these people, who you suppose to call noble, are but ambling corpses.
All I have encountered, you will encounter too.

Talulah : You want... You want me to... surrender...!

Kashchey : No, no. I truly am using these Originium Arts. This is no deception, nor a threat.
Oh, that said, my Arts are utterly feeble. All I have taught you constitutes the foundations of these Arts.
These Arts, in the moment you reject me, will carry no impact whatsoever.
But should you recognize me, should you have understood me, should you realize just the sort of world you're standing in...
—Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Chime. Chime. Chime.
You will become me.
Ursus's future will from then on be in your hands.

Talulah : ...What are you talking about?
What do you... what do you mean by all this?
Conscious manipulation? Thought suggestion? Have you gone insane? It was you who taught me to withstand these Arts! It was you who taught me how to break free from the psyche's Originium Arts!

Kashchey : Stop.
Why would I use such contemptible, destructive Arts on my own heir?
My Arts only expedited a course of events. Expedited your recognition of this great world of ours, your questioning yourself, doubting yourself, loathing yourself and seeing clearly, anew, your own course.
Sans these Arts, all this still would have happened. They were just to get you there a little faster.
Everyone in the city, living a make-believe normal life, has learned to hypnotize themselves.
They are skilled in escaping from the facts, taming themselves with rules and morals. Using the lowly shell of the loser to hide just how easily harmed they are by cruel reality...
But I have supplied you a set of armor, a sort of arms, and an ego.
These can save you your self-doubt and self-harm, in the course of it all. Save you your distress, your struggle. Conserve your time. You will stand up ever faster than you were kicked down by reality, and you will be reborn.
You needn't spend too much of your life denying your own self.
All I have taught you will once again bear anew within your mind, and you will, as if spinning silk from the cocoon, weave anew the knowledge.
You will rid yourself of your superstitions, and in your well-rounded garden of wisdom, find a path winding yet with certain end.
Talulah, Ursus's destiny breathes as one with you.
The Black Snake shall walk with you. This immortal will shall never die.

Talulah : —You—
Are you cursing me?
Are you trying... to use yourself... to mold me?

Kashchey : No, Talulah, this is not a curse. This is a blessing.
I bless you, my daughter.
The moment you wake from your unrealistic fancy of human nature, you will be conscious. Of why we struggle so for this land's most beautiful future.

Talulah : (Yan language) Just shut it! You're... full of such utter shit!

Kashchey : I never taught you such inflammatory Yan vernacular. But it may serve you to learn some. That's the role you'll be playing soon, after all.

Talulah : Hah. Obviously. You didn't let me talk like this in public, so I'd maintain my so-called image—

Kashchey : —It was to cover you.
I calculate so as to make you think of others, but you denounce my proposals, profane my language. You've remembered all I've taught you, and now want to flee, Talulah...
But I'm not worried. Because, in the end, you will come back to this path.
The space between people is filled with hatred, and by that hatred, they are ruled. Love births hate. Indecision births hate. Admiration births hate.
Hatred is the inevitable outcome of interaction. It takes as little as two people to facilitate a sort of rule. Unless they are like me, and love all people equally.
Will you hate me, Talulah? For what I have done, this world will do to you. That is all.

Talulah : What you do has nothing to do with me... nothing at all.
I'll have no part of it! None!

Kashchey : Ah... good. Truly splendid.
To not inherit the name, to not harness the authority, to not exploit the position. Wonderful, my child. You have great resolve.
Go and establish your cause by your own hand. If you don't wish to inherit my domain and political resources, my wealth and my power, then by all means.
You may seize them yourself. That you could do so would still fulfil my greatest dreams.

Talulah : No one told you you could define my aspirations!

Kashchey : No, no, of course I wouldn't dream of doing so. But know well, no Kashchey would be willing to accept such a "present." To our diligent, prideful selves, it would be an insult!
I have already taught you everything I can.
As for all your goals from here on, they will be your own.
My daughter... you truly are outstanding.
You break off from all you've known without a second thought, in exchange for a new, novel path...
The Infected will open up a very different sort of territory for you. Your actions upon this land we call Ursus will be unprecedented.

[Another thunder is heard. ]

Talulah : (She unsheathes her sword.)
I only came face-to-face with you today for one thing. I didn't think I'd be forced to sit through your wicked, venomous sermon.

Kashchey : Ah. Have I been waiting for this day?
I often wondered if Wei Yenwu missed the chance to kill me and instead would send one of his hands to do it? So it was you, it was—always going to be you.
To be an executioner for the one who murdered your father, and in place of him who you bear hatred, to kill who he hates. Oh, what a beautiful outcome.
Your slaughter testifies to my point of view. I shall gladly give up resistance, and die by your hand, my daughter. This action will form your bridge towards truth, and allow my death to forge your foundations.

Talulah : I'm not your daughter... I'm not.
I'm killing you to put a stop to your evil, once and for all.

Kashchey : And then, Talulah, you. You will do evil.

Talulah : I've heard enough.

Kashchey : And then you will do good. And you will recognize all the good I did.
Ah. This sword. I never had the housekeeper confiscate it... I'm not fond of this sword. You use Arts much more than you use swords... but you were still allowed to carry it.
It will remind you where you came from...

Talulah : (A great roar.)

Kashchey : ...and it will witness our path, yours and mine.
Do you hate me, Talulah?

Talulah : I won't be taken in, you rotting, putrid snake! You're a villain beyond all else! Your life ends here!

[Without hesitation, Talulah stabs Kashchey on his chest with her sword as a thunder is heard. ]

Kashchey : *hiss*, *cough*, *hiss*, *hiss*...
Only the lobe... of my lung... *hiss*...
Your strike... was not... accurate.

Talulah : I won't hate you, Kashchey.
I may hate your endless, long-winded, rancid sophistry, but you yourself haven't earned my hate.
I pity you. Your death only testifies to your loneliness, your vain attempt to turn yourself into a mirage.
I'll let you know the sheer absurdity of all you espoused. Not that you'd be able to know, now.

[A thunder is heard, followed by a bright flash across the windows. ]

Kashchey : Hah, hah... wonder... ful...
With my death, Wei may feel... a weight off him, too...
I look forward... to when... you bare... your regret... your... hate...
...Remember this...

<Background black>

「Talulah, remember this.
Your end is in me.
Talulah, very carefully, pulls out the sword from the Duke's chest.
Her mind is somewhere far, far away. She leaves the towering castle, leaves the city, outruns her pursuers...
The seeds, already planted, waiting only to sprout. 」

<Background 4>

Alina : And so you came all the way to where we were.

Talulah : All of that was years ago, now.

Alina : ...After Kashchey died, did anything happen in the city? Did you run into any trouble?

Talulah : If anything else happened, I probably wouldn't have ever reached your village.
The city... After I left, I heard Kashchey's domain and wealth were quickly carved up amongst the Fourth Army.
And as far as I go, nobody cares. Who'd care about some... *chuckle* city girl? Not when she made herself scarce.
I did wander too far, though. I only came to my senses once I was already at the old couple's place.
Trust me, back then, my brain was the picture of a mess. I can barely even remember what I encountered along the way.

Alina : Ma'am said that the day you came, you were bloody, tip to tail. It was half a miracle she could still wash those clothes clean.
Did you ever wonder, if maybe our village would secretly kill you?

Talulah : Wait, where's this coming from?!

Alina : Well... I'm just guessing, you must've thought of it.

Talulah : You wouldn't do that. Your harvests were good, you'd just put out the evening dance's bonfire, you had fenced burdenbeasts, and decorations hung outside on the walls...
Your lives might've been tough, but you still enjoyed how you lived.
You wouldn't have killed me. After that, not even the dance would feel right anymore.
Who kills someone and stays calm as a lake? Only vicious monsters would. And they're not common at all.

Alina : Don't you think you're too optimistic about people?

Talulah : I've seen too many bad things. In so many cases, they were done by those without another choice.
If they had the choice to make, I know that the vast majority of people, across the whole wide world, would choose to be good people.
...And nothing like what Kashchey said.

Alina : He said that all people were disgraceful, that you'd hate them and their evil in the end, all because you were so kind-hearted.
...What a horrible curse to want to make. It's about as poisonous as words can get.

Talulah : And that's why I'm sure I'll never hate anyone. Everything they do has a reason behind it.

Alina : Do you want me to watch over you?

Talulah : Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

Alina : But what about after I'm gone? You'd have to figure things out on your own then.

Talulah : It's bad luck to be so ominous, you know.

Alina : We'll always have to confront it. Us little Infected sooner or later have to make our exits.
Taking the little time we have left, and doing something that makes the fact we live worthwhile... there's nothing bad about that.

Talulah : *chuckle*. I think the same way.
It might not be easy, Alina, it might not be easy, but I still believe the Infected should reunite as one.
We should find where we belong again in Ursus. If possible, this world should in turn examine its own deeds.
After that, it's not just the Infected... not just the Infected.
Whether Ursus, Victoria, Leithanien, regardless of country, regardless of race, regardless of your background... we'll sear away all these things that divide us.
We should all have lives where we deserve to be equally loved. If someone stands in the way of that life, then we'll take back what's rightfully ours.

Alina : If you want to do it, you could give it a trial run first.

Talulah : We'd probably be wiped out to the last.

Alina : Wasn't your first step to challenge Ursus, anyway?

Talulah : No matter what we do, it's all a challenge to Ursus.
But when we give some, we gain some. Despite the fact the return isn't certain to be for us.

Alina : I can't call to mind things as wicked as you could... but my impression is that things in this world might not be as good as you often suppose.

Talulah : You mean?

Alina : Talulah, do you only give so that you can gain?

Talulah : ......
...Alina, no. That's not right. What you're asking for is... too...

Alina : I know. But you need to think that way.

Talulah : I won't. I—I definitely won't.
I believe all we've done will bear good fruit, and the reason is simple to match. Because they deserve that result. Because the creatures of this world deserve that fruit.

Alina : ...Mm. Okay. Let's go.
Are you going to join with the guerrillas?

Talulah : I need them to approve of me first.

Alina : It'll be difficult.

Talulah : It'll take more than difficulty to slow me down.

<Background 2>

Yeti Squad Member : FrostNova! Here's the... person who helped us back there!

FrostNova : Keep your bolts nocked.

Talulah : *Phew*... *huff*.
You're just like the rumors say. So cold, you Yetis. Cold enough to outstrip this awful winter weather.
Are you their commander?

FrostNova : Infected?

Talulah : Yes.

FrostNova : You need to explain, then. Why are you wearing an Ursus military officer's uniform?

Talulah : I've come up with a lot of lies for that. Any preference?

FrostNova : Fire.

Talulah : Wait! You just don't do humor, do you? Are you the Yeti Squad's leader?

FrostNova : Why haven't you fired?

Yeti Squad Member : She really... did just... help us now, Sister. Promise.

Talulah : It's true, Yetis. I came here to seek assistance, as well as to assist you.

FrostNova : ...Assist us?

Talulah : Let's shake on it, Captain Yeti! When conveying sincerity, I always hope to go the equal and dignified route.
I hope we can both have ourselves a dignified, tranquil, level dialogue.

FrostNova : No.

Talulah : ...Try it. I think I've pegged who you are.
Those Originium crystals they're carrying have your Arts, don't they?

FrostNova : Heh.

Talulah : If I'm able to melt your ice, would you be willing to hear me out for a bit?

FrostNova : —Dream on. You couldn't.

Talulah : Let's try it.

M8-4: Will, Phantom Wisps

Summary

The Shieldguards make a deal with Rhodes Island, but Rosmontis's squad is ambushed in the sealing layer's superstructure. It is unknown if they survived. In desperation, Rosmontis uses her Arts to destroy the sealing layer.

<Background 1>

Rhodes Island Operator : What does all of that... mean?

Shieldguard : "Rhodes Island, we invite you to fight with us."
That's what I said.
I only speak Ursine. You also asked me in Ursine, so you should have understood.
You know these Chernobog industrial machines much better than us, yes? You must have had a lot more training in such things than we have. We're better fighters.
If you want into the tower, you must have a plan to shut down this thing too. You can't let it close the way.
We need to split our guerrilla forces, sending at least three quarters of our men to protect the Infected around the city, or they're doomed.
Reunion under Talulah is out of control. We've seen enough revenge killings in Chernobog.
Even with just a fourth of our full strength, we have what it takes to beat Talulah's stupid guards. But...
We could use some help right now. We'd be able to better capitalize on our victories if we had it.
Our Originium Altars are down. The devils are handy in a fight, but they've got nothing on the Captain's legendary strength.
We need more firepower.
Who calls the shots for you? Is it the Cautus? Or the Feline? You're both plenty strong, you could handle it.

Rosmontis : You'll have to ask Amiya. I'm just an operator.

Shieldguard : Cautus, what do you say?

Amiya : Sir, what matters is if your Reunion is still dedicated to helping the Infected.
As long as it's not some Infected Ursus political project... we'll proudly agree.
But... I'm worried...

Shieldguard : About what?

Amiya : There are still a lot of open wounds from our conflicts with Reunion. We can't overlook them.
We could say we're willing to forgive, or beg forgiveness, but we have to think about those we lost, or who suffered.
Especially...

Rosmontis : Reunion killed my friend. And we just killed someone you looked up to.

Shieldguard : Hrm.

Rosmontis : I get it... I killed your family, didn't I?
You can't forgive that.

Shieldguard : But you're Infected!
If we don't let you in, we're disobeying orders.
Our current orders are to crush Talulah and her minions. And anyone who disobeys that order is to be killed.

Rosmontis : So you're letting it go? Can you... let it go?

Shieldguard : Yes, you killed our family. You killed our commander, our leader, our Captain.
But we're not going to come to blows over it.

Rosmontis : You don't want revenge?

Shieldguard : Of course we do. I'm not done yet, let me finish, Feline!
But whatever we've got between us personally doesn't matter in the face of the mission.
There's a more important place to direct our hate.

Amiya : Hate...

Shieldguard : You get it, don't you, Feline? That Cautus with you is a kid with her head in the clouds, just like the Captain said.

Amiya : ——

Rosmontis : Don't talk about Amiya like that.

Shieldguard : If you really buy into her dreams of reforming everybody, then by all means, go along with her.
You'll get stabbed in the back, and you won't know until it's too late. You won't be able to save your friends. It all sounds good in theory, but you can't really put it into practice.
And us, we believe in the Captain. All this way, he's shown us a different way, beyond the endless wars of Ursus.
He showed us a noble path of revenge and ruin.

Amiya : A path of ruin?!

Shieldguard : To ruin our enemies.
How to pick out your enemies and then ruin them.

Amiya : But who is your enemy? Can you really act like it's a good thing to spread hate, hurt people, start wars, and generally cause misery?
Haven't you lost enough friends? Didn't Ursus...?

Shieldguard : The last emperor promised us an end to this war! We believed in that vision.
But I don't see an end in you. Should we reason with them? They don't listen. Some people are asses, and some are just evil and need to die.
Listen to me, Feline!

Rosmontis : Hm?

Shieldguard : You won't get the satisfaction you want from killing your enemies. For the simple reason that that's not where it ends.
If you're committed to that path, then take it all the way, kill everything, cleanse the country of its filth and when at last you look over the silent white field of snow... then you can finally know happiness!
Think about it. And then we start killing.
Kill the monster in the tower who sent our people to die, kill the tyrants who lord over the cities, kill the useless eaters, and the traitors in the army!
And at last, kill the miserable Ursus ministers who poison the Emperor with their lies. Kill them all!
Then you look back and see what you've done! See those who deserved to live on, their peaceful lives, free from the fear of starvation being forced upon them.
I mean, that's what you're doing here, right?

Rosmontis : ......

Shieldguard : You kill those who kill your friends!

Amiya : You want to kill Talulah.

Shieldguard : Obviously!
What else would we want? Will the Captain ever be able to rest in peace as long as she lives? What about Yelena and her Yetis? Or the countless Reunion brothers who she used as cannon fodder?!
We've been waiting for a savior, a good emperor, a hero... and we're sick of waiting.
What did all that waiting get us?
Our great Emperor is fallen, with no one to carry on his legacy, with greedy, self-interested men fighting over the scraps, ripping our country in two and milking the people dry!
Our savior was buried alive, and our hero died right in front of us!
Not that you would understand.
But maybe you'll understand something else. Feline, have you ever lost a loved one?

Rosmontis : ......

Shieldguard : I can see it in your eyes.

Rosmontis : I'm done talking to you.

Shieldguard : But you'll listen, Feline. You have the eyes of a warrior.

<Background fades out and in>

Phantom Crossbowman : The sealing layer is still rising...

Shieldguard : It hasn't stopped at all.

Amiya : It'll take some time to adjust the Originium drive.

Shieldguard : It better not take too long. If this thing seals up, then all the hope of a trial goes with it for at least a few hundred years.

Amiya : So you guerrillas don't just fight for the Infected.

Shieldguard : Obviously!
The Infected are just one reason to fight. You can have as many as you want!
The one and only reason we took to the tundra was the injustice and disorder of Ursus. The Captain told us the Infected didn't have to live like this, it's Ursus that tortures the Infected to achieve their ends!
Picture it, our great march... the Captain brought us all here, could that really just be for the Infected?
We crossed from border to border, passing by all the hardened cities, taking control of the lifeblood of the Empire, uniting to strike at the heart of the rotten country...!
Don't tell me you've never considered it, Cautus? You're not like this just because you're Infected.
If they treated everyone right, equally, maybe you wouldn't have even gotten infected.
Think about it, how many city dwellers, nobles, merchants, and performers get infected?
And then how many out in the wilderness, the outskirts, and the mines?
That's why we need to get revenge!

Amiya : On who?

Shieldguard : Everyone who gets in our way!

Amiya : That's not right!

Rosmontis : Amiya...

Amiya : Hm?

Rosmontis : ......
Don't you hate the people who made us what we are?

Amiya : I'm not talking about righting the wrongs of the Infected! I mean it's wrong to turn this into like, a way to blow off steam, that's what's wrong...

Rosmontis : They did this to us, for their own sakes!
They turned us into monsters! And... and I hate them.

Shieldguard : Preach, Feline.

Amiya : No...
...That's not right......

<Background fades out>

「I'm sorry.
This is going to hurt.
I'm sorry... Amiya. This shouldn't have happened to you. 」

<Background fades in>

Amiya : It's not right.

Rosmontis : But... Amiya, why do you say that?
Don't you think we should hate them? You can't say they didn't steal our lives from us.
I don't want to forget... I don't want to forget my friends and family!
I could have worn clothes I liked, and gone to the school I wanted. I could have gotten to know my mom and dad and everyone, I could have...
I could have... my brothers... *whimper*...

Amiya : Rosmontis, calm... calm down!

Rosmontis : I can't...
I can't.
I won't let this go, Amiya... I can't!
If I have to get hurt to protect them, if I have to suffer to keep them from suffering...
Then I'll take it all!
If killing the people who ruined our lives would make you all feel even a little better, and if you're not willing to do it, then let me do it for you!

[Someone is calling through the radio, which is picked up by an R.I. operator. ]

Rhodes Island Operator : Rosmontis, Amiya, we've got a transmission from the engineer team!

Rosmontis Squadmember : Something weird's happening, the drive system isn't moving!
...Is it the enemy? Captain, if you can hear me, this is...
No! They must be...
Captain! Look out for Ur—

Woman's Voice : Get back! Jump! Hurry!

[Suddenly an explosion is heard over the radio before it goes static. ]

Rosmontis : ......
What happened? Come in...
...Do you copy?! Lavaca! Bluishsilver!
No, no no no...

Shieldguard : The sealing layer is still rising!

Amiya : (Did the engineer team... get ambushed?)

Rosmontis : No, it can't be. Bluishsilver, she... I'll can't reach her, I can't feel her anymore!

Shieldguard : ...Prepare the explosives. Let's blow the whole joint.

Amiya : If we destroy the sealing layer, it will take a few blocks with it. And there are still some Infected who didn't want to join Reunion hiding in the area!

Shieldguard : There's no time. If we keep waiting only more people will die!

Rhodes Island Operator : We've lost comms!

Shieldguard : If you don't like my plan then give us a better one!

<Background fades out>

「No.
Absolutely not. 」

<Background fades in>

Rosmontis : No.
I get where you're coming from... I dunno. It's just...
My team... my squad... I...
They did everything right! How could this happen to them?!
If you need strength, if you need to destroy, I can do it! I can do it better!

Amiya : Rosmontis!

Rosmontis : Ah... ahhh!

[Rosmontis uses her powers... ]

Amiya : Rosmontis! Curl your fingers!

Rosmontis : I just... tear... destroy...

[...to stop the walls from sealing... ]

Shieldguard : Wha... the sealing layer's stopping?

Rosmontis : I CAN DO IT!!!

[...and blow open a hole through it... ]

<Background 1>

[...creating a passage. ]

Phantom Crossbowman : An explosion?! No way. The Feline, she... how is she tearing that thing apart?
...What... how...?
It's almost like...

Rhodes Island Guard? : Shh!
(Shakes his head)
It's just like the first time you saw FrostNova and Talulah, isn't it?
Just wait until our infections get worse... maybe you'll see some more.

Rosmontis : *Pant*, *pant*... I...
Amiya... I... I'm cold... My head...

Amiya : Rosmontis! I've got you! Hold on tight, don't let go!

Shieldguard : She shredded the sealing layer all by herself?
Not for long, but it should be enough to get us through the sector.

Amiya : I need a medic!

Rosmontis : Hnnngh... Aaugh! It's scratching me, scratching at me!

Amiya : These are negative emotions and side effects of direct Arts... They all have to do with Bluishsilver's memories.
Rosmontis... Look at me. Look at my eyes!

Shieldguard : (The black lines flow from the finger of the Lord of Fiends right into the Feline's eyes...)
(She really is...)

Rosmontis : Nnnngh... I know... Amiya... I know...

Amiya : Don't ever do that again! B-But, even if I tell you, you'll...

Rosmontis : Uh huh... S-Sorry... I won't change. Heh.

Shieldguard : Well done, Feline! You really did it!
Brothers, let's move out! Through the fire and the hail of bolts, we go!
You should rest here for a while, Rhodes Islanders.

Amiya : Just give me a minute, guerrilla fighter?
We don't have a way to stay in communication. Even the operator with you there doesn't have the comms we need to carry out this operation.
If the Shieldguards really need our help... Then you have to know what we're going to do, at least.

Shieldguard : ——
Good thinking. Couldn't hurt to give you a minute.
Especially with all this little Feline did for us.

Rosmontis : (Breathes weakly)

Amiya : Rosmontis...

Rosmontis : I'll be fine. I have to... keep... fighting.
I have to... find... my team.

Amiya : ...Okay. I know.

[Amiya felt something on her mind. ]

Amiya : It's Madame Ch'en again...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Bagpipe : So you're really going back?

Ch'en : Definitely.

Bagpipe : But you told me you don't know if your friend in Ursus is alive or dead. What's the point in going back to Lungmen? Why not go right to Ursus after graduation, then?

Ch'en : Ursus wouldn't give someone like me an entry permit.

Bagpipe : No way... Oh, it's really so sad to see you go right after you finish. You're such a clever girl, Chenchen. You'd make senior lecturer in no time!
Give it two years and can go anywhere in the world you want, eh?

Ch'en : Don't ever call me that again, please.
And what about you?

Bagpipe : Me? You know me. I'm not stupid, but compared to you, well... I only eked out passing grades in those joint operations.

Ch'en : You just finished your military strategy course?

Bagpipe : Almost failed that one a bunch of times.

Ch'en : You've got a better head on your shoulders than 98% of Victoria. At least on paper.

Bagpipe : But I don't see myself becoming a lecturer. I think I'm better off going looking for a fight than setting myself up as a command or logistics officer.

Ch'en : You really don't fear death. A Victorian soldier can end up running into all sorts of things on the battlefield.

Bagpipe : But I know our enemies sure as hell don't wanna run into any Victorians soldiers on the battlefield.
What I really worry about is sitting in front of a strategic map messing up my head till I can only see human lives as numbers. That's the scariest thing. A soldier on the front lines needs somebody to tell her what to do, and what not to do.
Only when you're in the thick of it do you see how cruel a war is, and how important it is to stop.

Ch'en : You really want to change Victoria? I thought... that was just a drunken ramble.

Bagpipe : Nah, not at all. Is it that weird? I just... want to do some good.

Ch'en : ——
Doing good isn't easy.
But it's the reason I'm going back to Lungmen. Lungmen's had enough of the bad. I'll stay there, fix up the bad things, stop it from getting worse.

Bagpipe : So you're going back to become a cop?

Ch'en : A cop?

Bagpipe : Wow. I always thought you had the look of a girl who could give a good beating to a hooligan. I've got a gift!

Ch'en : You're getting ahead of yourself. But the police...
That's not a bad idea.
It'd probably be a great place to pick up clues about what happened back then, and what's happening now... I wouldn't have to rely on my old schemer of an uncle.

Bagpipe : Honestly I was worried you'd head to military intelligence. My little Chenchen is scary enough, I can't imagine how scary she'd be as a spook.

Ch'en : And I'll have your bloody head off.

Bagpipe : Hey! No need to get angry. *Sigh* Alright, I can take it!

Ch'en : Hah. We'll see how much you can take.

[Someone knocks at the door. ]

Bagpipe : Oh, someone's at the door. Just a sec! Coming!

Academy Messenger : Message for Miss Ch'en Hui-chieh, post-transcribed. Check your terminal. I have to confirm in person that you've read it yourself.

Ch'en : Why all the trouble? I'll take a look.
......
...What? What... is this?

Academy Messenger : I'd say that counts as you having received the message. The academy doesn't review highly classified material, so if you have any further inquiries about the content, I'll advise you to reply to the sender.
Anything else I can do for you? If that's all, I'll be on my way. Have a good afternoon.

Bagpipe : There we go.
Why do they walk so funny?
I don't like the look of your face there. Did that message sock you in the jaw?

Ch'en : I don't even know what I'm feeling.
They picked up my friend's trail.

Bagpipe : Well isn't that good?!

Ch'en : No.
It just led to her disappearing again. She...
She... the one who took her. And then... we lost her again.

Bagpipe : Erm.
But at least... she's still alive?

Ch'en : That's true.
I'm going right back to Lungmen after graduation.

Bagpipe : Huh? But... well, isn't your friend in Ursus? I really thought you'd be heading that way. I was thinking of knitting you a few scarves as a goodbye gift.

Ch'en : I wouldn't be able to do much in Ursus. But back in Lungmen, I'll have a chance to spread my influence. The city of Lungmen is a lot stronger than me alone.
...I am going to find her.

<Background black>

「"As move at teardrop's point, once known be deft." 」

<Flashback ends here>

Operation story: R8-6

Before operation

Summary

Talulah paints a picture of the future that may impress FrostNova, but it doesn't seem to convince Patriot. In an encounter with the Ursus garrison, Talulah finally witnesses Patriot in a fight.

<Background 1>

「Hui-chieh:
Back when I first became Infected, my mind wasn't clear on anything.
I knew Kashchey wanted to use me to do so much, but I was always afraid. What was it he wanted me to do?
Had he planned some kind of trick, one to destroy in a blink of an eye the network of Infected I'd spent so much time setting up?
Or had he planned to let me divide the Infected? Let them drift into two camps, the urbanites and the settlers?
Or the even more frightening scenario—perhaps he'd planned for the Infected to become a new army, and for Ursus to be plunged into war once more?
I could only speculate. He hung over my head like a murky specter, impossible to chase off.
But I could only move onward.
One of the Yetis, apparently called Petrova, used cystymilk yesterday to stir-fry oilseeds. A strange recipe, for sure. The taste was pretty interesting. 」

<Background 2>

Alina : Oh, that... I remember that. The time's gone so fast. It's been two whole years.
Are the stories the fighters passed around true, then? You really fought with her? From the sound of it, you both blew the entire city ruins into oblivion.

Talulah : It wasn't that dramatic. Rumors always get more outlandish as time goes on... all I did was melt her Originium ice crystals.

[Two child are running around past Talulah and Alina. ]

Alina : Sashenka, no running around! You'll slip!

Talulah : Look at them, just free to live. It's so nice.

Alina : It's a duty of mine.

Talulah : I never imagined you'd volunteer to teach the children.

Alina : I get along a lot better with the children than I do with Ursus. What was that about melting, just now?

Talulah : FrostNova's Originium ice crystals. A sort of Arts device her squad used, by my guess.

Alina : That's something... I'm sure FrostNova didn't like it.

Talulah : *chuckle*. Nope. I took a single breath, and she froze half my body.
And when I finally snapped out of it, she was already charging me, going for the neck with an ice blade.
I blocked it, took in the hissing sound, and this sword tasted frost for the first time in all its years.
It was probably a first for her, too, meeting someone who could chip her blade...

Alina : Ah, you're pretty happy to talk about this. Are you proud of it, maybe?

Talulah : Not really... yeah maybe you are right... uh. That child. The one hiding behind the wood fence. What's her name?

Alina : Lyubov. That's enough spying on us, Liuba! I'll read a story for you all next period.
That's right, a story all about an old ghost in the gray forest... a scary story!
Could you help bring me some wood shavings? Put them in a basket. Thank you.
So then?

Talulah : FrostNova... Alina, you know it's FrostNova we're talking about. Her name spread among the Casters of the Northwestern Tundra long before mine ever did.

Alina : I thought you didn't like it when people spoke your name.

Talulah : If anyone ever uses it to threaten, then of course I won't be happy. But if hearing my name makes them want to challenge me, then that's not too shabby.

Alina : Nothing like you. I don't think FrostNova ever gives challenges the time of day. Thinking about it that way, you really stoked her fire, didn't you?

Talulah : She's the top of the Infected Casters, the top squad commander, and the strongest of the Infected's warriors to boot.
...Don't misunderstand. It's not like that's what I aim for.

Alina : Plenty of people think you resemble each other in places, though. Some of the children say they want to be like FrostNova, and some of them say they want to be a hero like you.

Talulah : Time out, time out. Now that's a word I'm not happy with. How about you, Alina? What do you think?

Alina : No two people are alike, in my eyes.

Talulah : Figured you'd say something like that.
Truth be told, I don't really know what FrostNova's life was like as a child. She's been brought up well. It was probably alright.
But don't let any child experience the things I did.

Alina : You've been brought up well, too.

Talulah : I don't want to talk about it.

Alina : ...Talulah, none of us know the bitter things the world has in store for them, nor whether those things will be even more absurd than what we've already seen.

Talulah : Well, that's depressing.

Alina : It's also the reason I wanted to be a teacher.

Talulah : My "teacher" wasn't anything like you, for sure.
...I get what you mean, now. You're saying maybe FrostNova also had, well...

Alina : Who knows. No two Infected live identical lives.

Talulah : Well, to wrap up, I never slacked on practicing technique again after my dispute with FrostNova. Not just Arts, my swordsmanship too. Like hell she'll ever best me again in either.

Alina : I know you and her fought. What about after that?

Talulah : It took until her anger abated before she told me she wasn't the one responsible.

Alina : Then that only leaves one person who could've been.

Talulah : You're right on the mark, yes. It wasn't too long after our scuffle finished...
...that out from another end of the city, came a...
...person.

Alina : Is remembering it that much effort?

Talulah : I should say, that first impression was too shocking. I'm scrambling to find the words for you.
The broad midday light spilled over his body, but couldn't melt away the black, black as tar.
I was in the middle of telling FrostNova about my project. I'd gotten up to where I was in contact with Infected in other cities.
I wanted to assemble the funds to construct or seek out a small-scale nomadic city, and invited them to join the project...
I saw his shadow. I couldn't keep speaking.

Alina : What stopped you?

Talulah : I'm not THAT confident in myself.

Alina : Not that confident? I've never seen you short of confidence before.

Talulah : I mean, this was... Patriot.

Alina : You couldn't talk him over.

Talulah : I still haven't to this day.
You already know all the rest. After FrostNova and I had our "friendly discussion," our group successfully joined up with the guerrillas.

Alina : Good for us. All else aside, after hearing we could go with the guerrillas, plenty of our Infected here were happy beyond belief.
These last two years have been better to us than before. You made a good choice. You're finally in the right, Talulah.

Talulah : I mean... the way I see it, the guerrillas definitely didn't care about me or the other Infected fighters, they just... couldn't ignore the rest of the Infected, traveling with us.

Alina : Then that's even less reason to be down about it. You thought the same way, after all.

Talulah : But it's been two years. The situation hasn't made any headway at all.

Alina : Think about it this way, Talulah. From what moment did you start feeling Patriot didn't approve of you?

Talulah : Over a year ago... not long after we joined up with the guerrillas. All the way up until now.

<Background 3>

FrostNova : Not happening.
We don't even know how many more Infected are out on the tundra under Ursus's wretched rule. It's too early yet to be talking with the guerrillas about the Infected in the cities.

Talulah : We're not intending to abandon the tundra's Infected. Why would I have brought them with me, otherwise?
Sooner or later will come the day we return. Our objective is to have Ursus's, no, the entire world's Infected come together...
We may be in differing places, but our lack of resignation to our circumstances is one and the same, indistinguishable.
A friend of mine in a certain city calls that kind of behavior "reunion."
He calls on the Infected to come together, naming it the "Reunion Movement," revolving around one identical belief, protesting against Ursus's cruel rule over the Infected.

FrostNova : And we should get the chance to protest the Ursus soldiers on the tundra about the exploitation in the mines, but I can't say it'd make them turn over a new leaf.
Talulah, forget the common people for a moment. Talk about the soldiers. The Ursus Army wouldn't let a single one of us go.
If you want to go south to "protest," we could just save ourselves the trouble and find a division to kill us.

Talulah : Ursus is not a single-minded entity. This is our chance. What the Reunion Movement aims to do is pass on the belief, but I see even more opportunities in it. We have our own signal to send.

FrostNova : What signal?

Talulah : "You are not alone."

FrostNova : ——

Talulah : You know better than I do that staying on the tundra is a life of attrition, eating away at our strength. We need to go beyond it.

FrostNova : I don't decide this stuff.

Talulah : You're still not willing to decide it.

FrostNova : If the price of leaving is death, then my life never had much use outside of taking down an Ursus soldier or two.
But what about the people around us?
Talulah, you haven't got brothers and sisters by your side. I'm not going to let mine throw away their lives.
But I think the other part's right.

Talulah : Which part?

FrostNova : Telling the Infected they're not alone.
We've spent too much time on one thing, here on the tundra.
Seeking friends.
But linking up with the city Infected?
Guess people from the big city really do like to dream a little bigger.

Talulah : I don't need you mocking me yet, FrostNova.

FrostNova : I'm not mocking you. You're so strong. You've taken all of them a long, long way, just like us.
But it's a dream, going south, trust me.
The guerrilla force grows, but we're Infected.
We don't have many years left... and your alliance would need plenty of years, at least...

Talulah : And that's precisely why—

FrostNova : Dad?

[Patriot joins Talulah and FrostNova. ]

Talulah : Ah...
Mr. Patriot?

「Patriot sits down by the bonfire. Like Talulah simulated over and over in her mind, Patriot simply sits down, wordless, and gazes into the fire. 」

FrostNova : ......
You're good. Keep going.

Talulah : It's precisely because we don't have many years left.
The south has fields of bumper crops, suitable temperatures, four seasons to tell apart, and all sorts of fresh food.
Resources, education, prospects...
And a future.

FrostNova : —Future?

Talulah : FrostNova, there's every likelihood I know what you're thinking.

FrostNova : What I'm thinking is written on my face. I don't know anything you'd call a "future."

Talulah : We may not have much time left at all. There's only so many places it'd let us set foot.
But the Infected should have a future. For the future Infected, for those who come after us.
FrostNova... we'll find those Infected a home.
Somewhere Ursus and the Infected Patrol Unit won't disturb. Somewhere the Ursus armies can't surround.

FrostNova : And you know for sure, taking the Infected with us would get in the way of the guerrillas' operations. But we won't abandon them.
It'll be a seriously difficult path.

<Background 3>

Talulah : At the very least, what hopes we bring about before we die can be left to others.
And, if we overthrow Ursus's present system over the Infected...
Everything will change.

FrostNova : We're thin on the ground.
If you weren't an Infected, would you shake my hand?

Talulah : We'd start from a handshake, in that case.

FrostNova : ...What you're saying is probably...
Dad? Where are you going?

Patriot : I've had enough.

[Patriot leaves. ]

Talulah : Sir...

FrostNova : Hey.
Don't mind it too much.

<Background 2>

Alina : He was probably just thinking it over.

Talulah : He's been thinking it over for ages, if so.
It's been two years, and the only conversations we've ever had have been about team composition and following plans. He's never asked me once about anything to do with any project.

Alina : Talulah, no matter if he's ridiculing you or opposing you—ah, not that I think he's the type to really ridicule other people—you're still going to wait forever. Am I right, or not?

Talulah : If we want to leave the tundra, we need the power of the guerrillas. I'll keep at it.

Alina : Because he's the hope of the tundra's Infected?

Talulah : I thought you didn't say things like that. I mean, you never... you don't say things like that, right?

Alina : I just want to know what your thought process is like.

Talulah : ...I think—it's because he's the symbol the tundra's Infected unite behind.
A symbol with no way of passing on to the next generation.

<Background 1>

FrostNova : Get up! How long are you planning to stay there?

Talulah : You gave me a chill, you goddamned white rabbit...!

FrostNova : I don't care how stick thin you are, don't tell me this cold front's too much for you!

Talulah : You sure weren't saying that when you iced these Ursus weapons.

FrostNova : Brothers and sisters, withdraw! Let them follow! Draw out the mine guards!

Talulah : Just hold on until the Shieldguards can support us! Don't lose hope!

<Background fades out and in>

FrostNova : —Pace. Pick it up. Faster. The guerrillas are in place to get the mine guards double-teamed.

Talulah : How do you figure—wait.
Those strange Originium ornaments. Did the guerrillas arrange those?

FrostNova : Those were set up for my father.

Talulah : The Ursus army isn't pursuing us anymore. Seems like they're really not a fan of what those entail.
Wait, are... are these some kind of Sarkaz thing?

FrostNova : His Sarkaz ceremony. These two are the best we could make with what we had on hand.

Talulah : Patriot... is Patriot here?

FrostNova : You said it yourself. You were expecting our team to be surprise-attacked. And if we wanted to annihilate their whole company, of course we'd come up short if we only relied on our squad.
...They're already beginning to rout.
Have you ever seen my father in battle before, Talulah...?

<Background fades out and in>

Local Ursus Troop : The... him... It's him... Why did none of you s—say... say he was here?!
Retreat! Retreat! Just forget them, forget them!
Wait, hold on! He's coming from the rear? Then what's all this in front of us?
Hello? Hello? ! Say something! Say something!

Patriot : ......

「Until those local troops let loose their violence upon him, the Sarkaz who towered over all others makes no move, nor does he make a sound.
Yet Talulah hears, laced through the north wind of the tundra, something not unlike cries. The shudders of the world itself, its wickedness cowering back, step after step, before the Wendigo.
Patriot stands fast, and casts toward the tundra a long halberd.
And in the gloom of a sky that knows only to devour all life, suddenly, a chasm is cut. 」

After operation

Summary

Patriot expresses his thoughts to Talulah for the first time, denouncing her as an empty idealist. Talulah picks up the children Sasha and Eno, and Alina reminds her not to forget the persistence she started with.

<Background 1>

Talulah : Thank you for your assistance, Mr...

Patriot : —Talulah.
You want to leave the tundra? You will be crushed under the armor of Ursus.

FrostNova : Dad? Why right now? Didn't we alread—

Patriot : The Shieldguards have already gone to collect resources. Take the squad. Order them all to move.

FrostNova : ...Alright.

Patriot : You and your project will get everyone killed.

「Talulah realizes. This is the first time the giant before her has personally issued his opinion. Even if that opinion is no shock, it still shakes her to the bone. 」

Talulah : And the Northwestern Tundra can't keep us alive forever. The larger our group grows, the more food and energy supplies we need, and the villages that revile us far outnumber the ones that support us.
One season of mossoats, each year... even if we all pitch in for the tilling, how much would we harvest in the end?
Will our fields be destroyed by the Patrol Unit? The guerrillas can easily dispose of them, but the other Infected can't.

Patriot : You are hastening their deaths.

Talulah : Our only choice is to leave the tundra. Not for Sami, and not for the barrens... we'll head east, head south, head for warmer places.

Patriot : How will you survive? How will you allow us all, so numerous, to survive?
The guerrillas save people. The guerrillas sacrifice none but ourselves. Only warriors sacrifice themselves.

Talulah : But there are Infected in every city and their surroundings, so many more than there are on the tundra.
You permanently protect the north, detesting all that the Infected of the north endure... so you've had little chance to understand the kind of life the Infected of the south have.

Patriot : Do they live well?

Talulah : They live miserably.

Patriot : You want to absorb them.

Talulah : I intend to unite with them.

Patriot : When the Empire turns its gaze to the Infected, you will bear the brunt.

Talulah : I don't want them to unite by my side. No. I want them to unite under one encompassing philosophy.

Patriot : Philosophy? The Infected are taken as sawdust on the tundra, as slag in the mines, as warnings in the villages, as unknown fuel in the cities.
The tundra Infected are certainly not ignorant nor foolish. We do not cradle fantasy. All philosophies are fantasy before they are put into practice.
On the tundra, there are still mines, patrol forces, foolish and lackadaisical guards. We have places to obtain our resources.

Talulah : The resources throughout this icy tundra will sooner or later be exhausted, because we have no method of extracting our own.
We have no enduringly mobile nomadic city, no specially qualified Catastrophe Messengers...

Patriot : Go to the city and we have nothing at all.

Talulah : We will earn new friends.

Patriot : Who are your friends?
I recognize your project has merit to it.
But at the same time, it is also nothing special.
How many strategists have died frustrated on the tundra? You speak of it, and I see no reason it could be done, nor on what it would be realized.
Why could the last Emperor make the land tremble? Because he held fast to it, never talking of any wild, far-flung vision. He only walked in steps.
Which you cannot do.

Talulah : ......
Sir!
You say I may be crushed by the armor of Ursus, and I concede that. They will sooner or later turn their attention to us here. There will always come a day when they catch us. None of us can escape it.
"Let them come?" Is that how you approach it, sir?
That the tundra would prepare you better for a battle?

Patriot : You are seeking a new battlefield?

Talulah : I'm looking for a chance to win.
As far as so many more Infected are concerned, that's hope. But to fighters like you and me, that's a crossroads. The only crossroads where we can break from our intrinsic strategy.
To wander the tundra, in the end, is still nothing more than a slow death... much like the little life we have left as Infected. I need to repeat this point, over and over, because we're all fully aware of it.

Patriot : ——
Perhaps my daughter is convinced by you.
But I will not be convinced by someone who has never lost hope in the truest sense, who has only ever spouted an empty miscellany of armchair strategies.

Talulah : ......

FrostNova : Talulah? Where are you going?

Talulah : I'm fine. Just going to check if there are any survivors in the mines.

FrostNova : The guerrillas have already set out, and the village is starting the move too. The army isn't following our tracks, either...
Dad? What's up with you?

Patriot : *cough*...
Just a normal cough.

「A rustling sound. 」

Talulah : ——
Is somebody there?
...I know you're all here. You're not with the army. You haven't even broken a twig with your steps.
I mean you no harm. If you're not Infected, I'll leave you be, unless you need assistance...

??? : D—don't come any closer!
Don't move! If you do, I'll shoot!

Talulah : Ah.

Timid Child : She's—she's Infected! Sasha, my Arts can drive Infected away...!

Sasha : You can't use your Arts!

Timid Child : Sasha...

Sasha : G—get out of here already! We were just getting things from the mines... we don't want to kill anyone!
I'll shoot! You'll die!

Timid Child : Sasha... you—when you say that...

Talulah : ......
How long have you gone without eating?

Sasha : Why do you care?!

Talulah : We're in the vicinity of a militarized mine. You wouldn't dare light a fire.
...The way you shake makes me think of wheat being sifted.

Timid Child : *whine*...

Sasha : Hmph.

Talulah : Don't be scared.

「Talulah grasps a branch with one hand.
Softly, gently, she hands this branch to the two children, and within it, small sparks dance out. 」

Timid Child : Ah...

Sasha : You...

Talulah : It's warmer, now, isn't it.
That's right, I really am Infected.

<Background 3>

Alina : So that's how it happened.
That's how you found Sasha and Eno... they were never willing to talk about the past.

Talulah : If we never found them, they would've certainly passed away.
Perhaps, ever since Patriot refuted me, it was the one bit of good I'd done.

Alina : So what's happened today, then?

Talulah : ...I was careless with my Arts during training, FrostNova's cloak was hung up nearby, and they spread to it. Now she's out for my life.

Alina : And you promised you'd help sew it back up?

Talulah : To tell the truth, Alina...

Alina : Oh, whatever. Give it to me. Knowing you, I'm scared you'd sew yourself to it.

Talulah : Don't you want to join our group? If we have your gift with words, there's a decently better chance I'll talk Patriot over.

Alina : I've told you before, Talulah... My Arts would be useless with the guerrillas.
I can stand the blood, but I don't want the initiative to harm people myself. You'll be facing much more than just the Infected Patrol Unit, soon enough.

Talulah : I suppose if I had dragged you along... I'd have been bothering you too much.

Alina : Ah, you put it that way on purpose, didn't you?

Talulah : No, I...

Alina : Don't remember wrong, now. It was I who wanted to go with you.
And up to now, it's been for one reason. It's because... Talulah, I feel like there's every chance you'd forget.

Talulah : Forget what?

Alina : Forget just what it is you want to do.

Talulah : I've been striving all this time for the future of the Infected.

Alina : That's not what you said, back at the very start.

Talulah : ......

Alina : Talulah, we all know people can change.
If bit by bit, we shake ourselves clean of all the things we've persevered with, or if we replace them with something new, then there's a certain point where we realize we just haven't persevered in anything, right?

Talulah : In a constant battle and with things changing all the time, it's only natural I'd alter my policy. If rigor sets into our thinking, it could very well make us weaker.

Alina : And where'd that stubborn part of you go?

Talulah : ——

Alina : Do you want to prove that the Infected are just like normal people? Or do you want to prove that normal people are just like the Infected?

Talulah : What's the difference?

Alina : If there's only Infected, then who's even a normal person? Would we want all people to catch Oripathy? Or to cut ourselves off completely from the normal people?
But if there were only normal people, no Infected... then the people who caught Oripathy would be normal people underneath, normal like the people who haven't.
Elders are just normal people, Ancients are just normal people, villagers who all know each other are normal people, and whoever's living in the cities should be normal people all the same.
Talulah, do you want to return to your family?

Talulah : You're all my family.

Alina : No, we aren't.
If we cleared all this Oripathy off our skin... would we be able to go back home?

Talulah : You and I are of a mind on this. We couldn't.
The tundra, and our lives, have completely changed us. The Infected already have no way of returning to their former lives.

<Background 4>

Alina : Talulah, do you feel proud of yourself for being Infected now?

Talulah : Why would you ask?

Alina : Because you can cast Arts without a staff? Because our lives are so fleetingly short? Because even though we've gone through so much hardship, we can still persevere and live on?
what reason would you choose?

Talulah : I don't need to choose any, Alina.
I'm proud just to be an Infected. Because this world still hasn't killed me yet.
And for that matter, we don't need anything to cause us to pursue fairness. We should've been pursuing fairness in the first place, that's why.
And if the world won't give it, we'll just have to take it from it.

Alina : Then you really are brave.

Talulah : You're not laughing at me, are you?

Alina : Of course not. How could I?

Talulah : Mn, well... I feel they're all brave, too. All the people struggling against the fate that's been forced on us.

Alina : Then I'm sure you feel—
Hm.

Talulah : Feel what?

Alina : That our fates are just rotten.

Talulah : Well, obviously.

Alina : I don't feel that way, Talulah.

Talulah : ...That's another of your ironic remarks, Alina.

Alina : No... what I mean is, the fact I can sit here, talking with you, knowing we have our guards outside the village protecting us—fate has already been very kind to me.

Talulah : Don't say that. Fate's a jealous one. Talking about those things is just tempting it to take them away.

Alina : But I don't believe in fate, Talulah.

Talulah : Because you can change it?

Alina : Because I can't see it.

Alina : Talulah, what you can see, what you can touch, those are things you can rely on.
I can see the cloak I'm holding in my left hand. I can see the candlelight, and I can see the needle I'm holding in my right.
I can see the Infected children's smiles, and I can see the white smoke of vegetables, roasting fragrantly, wafting through the air.
I can see the snow melting, and I can see the two moons dancing spry in the clear night sky.
And then there's people who can't see even these.
Talulah, if there came a day when we all left you, would you still be able to fight on?

Talulah : What do you mean?

Alina : It could always happen. If that time came, would you still feel it was worth it to stand against fate?
Would you possibly think, this is just too much? I just can't do anything anymore?

Talulah : If Patriot's taught me anything, then one lesson comes to mind, from long ago at that.
I wouldn't bow my head.
It sneers at me, and I'll be certain to burn it to ash.

Alina : You're a blockhead, Talulah. That, or you're getting old.

Talulah : Hey!

Alina : Only old people get to say that stuff without coming off as naive.
Because if someone's gotten old as old gets and still keeps that outlook all the way, it just means they've gone through far, far too much, to the point the world's left its bitter vestiges on their body, allows them no rest in passing the remainder of their life.
...And they're living in the desert of the past. If it were me, I wouldn't even have the courage to take the first step.
If I were that old and had that much arrogance, I'd be taking the events of the past and stabbing myself with them, every single step I took.
I can't even imagine it. Stuck in the sands of memory, of all the past, how does a person even know they're still moving forwards?
And what kind of resilient spirit does it take to let them make a new first step, unlike any they've made before?

Talulah : I feel like you've been hinting at someone this entire time.

Alina : I've said I know a lot of what he's done, but I still truthfully don't know Mr. Patriot at all. I've never spoken a single word to him.
If you say that's him, well, why not. Let it be him.
If Mr. Patriot...

Talulah : You're fast to substitute.

Alina : Ahem.
Unlike all the old, aged warriors, young people can much more easily forget things, give up on things, forgive themselves.

Talulah : So you feel like I'm only fighting for all the things I can see? Or, maybe, you're telling me that might not be right?

Alina : Compared to the things you'd told me back when we left the village, it's just too shallow.
In just these few short years, you've already become an outstanding leader. But it's not entirely a good thing for you. You can't let yourself stop here, can you?
"If righteousness can only be upheld by greater and greater violence, can it even be called righteous, still? "
Those words have rolled around in my head for years and years, now. For so many years, I've been constantly thinking it over. I probably haven't gotten it straight yet, but I've been thinking it over and over.

Talulah : Alright, then. Let's throw fate and making stands and all those other words we were talking about out the window. What is it you want to teach us today, Professor Alina?

Alina : Hey. Are you that flippant with FrostNova, too?

Talulah : Don't joke about that. FrostNova'd freeze both our mouths shut.

Alina : Taking you for example, Talulah, you wouldn't fight just to defeat what enemies you see, right?
The Patrol Unit, the mine overseers, the drafted soldiers following our trail, the Ursus Minister of Medicine... if you defeated all of these, would we be victorious?
Since all of these are awful things, and so we need to defeat them?

Talulah : Professor Alina wants me to do battle with things I can't see. How would I defeat them, then?

Alina : With things you can promise. Warmth, food, bedding, these are all things you'll be able to touch on some day or other. Think things unlike those.
This battle of ours probably won't bear results. It's likely we have no way to win.

Talulah : I'm already not that fond of making promises. Things too far away are near as good as me playing tricks.
If we can never win, then should we still fight?

Alina : Haven't I asked you before? When that time comes, would you still feel this fate is worth you making a stand against it?
Once this is all over, you won't even be able to so much as see your enemies. You'll share those enemies with all those people who can't see a future.
...And then, that's when the true battle's really just begun.

Talulah : ——
You mention that spirit, those enemies, and those things that carve into ours and the Ursus people's bones.
—The Emperor?

Alina : The Emperor's just one form of it.
As long as people won't lay down their blades, this conflict will never end.

Talulah : I don't quite agree. People taking up their blades to fend off what causes them strife is the just thing to do.

Alina : You're not wrong. Honestly, this conflict is the sort that'll never end, in my eyes.
Thanks to Mr. Patriot's blessing, I've read no small amount of Leithanien and Victoria's books. I very much liked what this one person said...
"Our war is a war against the ego. "
It's true, Talulah. As you'll never lay down the swords in your grips—

Talulah : ...So you'll never lay down the needle in your grasp.

<Background 4>

Alina : And that wraps up our lesson today! There's almost nothing left I can really teach you.
The children should be studying right now. There's some knowledge they should have by tomorrow.
Talulah... Kashchey wanted you to be a sage, but people all make mistakes.
When you fall over, you climb back up. But if he won't let you fall over...
Then all you can do is be a little careful about things.
Same as when you're confronting Patriot. In all honesty, I don't see him and you as two different kinds of people.
You both already believe too strongly in your own ways. I can't let those any of those lively little creatures go around saying things like you're right, and he's wrong.

Talulah : No, Alina. I can't go and do something I don't even believe in myself.

Alina : That's true. It's another one of the tricks with which Kashchey bound you, exploited you.

Talulah : You're just saying there's no way I can wipe him out, right?

Alina : It's a sort of idea, after all. We probably don't have much chance of wiping out an idea...
But I'm still just that bit confident.

Talulah : Confident in what?

Alina : If we're still by your side when that time comes, we'll definitely be able to pull you back.
It doesn't matter what kind of Arts Kashchey had, we'll definitely have a way of breaking them down. There's always something we can do.
In this battle, we'll start from words and language, start from the next moment, start from a facial expression. We'll start from now.
They'll know what mushrooms are safe to eat, how to raise livestock, how to get better a little sooner if you catch a cold.
We'll try and try not to lose.

Talulah : *chuckle*.

Alina : And I believe in you. You will have the chance to talk Patriot over.

Talulah : I'll just force myself to take that as encouragement.

Alina : Mm, I'm done sewing. You can give it to her.
I can tell she really cherishes this cloak. It looks like one the army made. And it's three layers inside, three layers outside. It makes it seem really big.

Talulah : It probably is an army cloak. That, or it's...

Alina : Ah.

Talulah : ......

Alina : ...Out of all the reasons Mr. Patriot keeps fighting, we just might have found one of them.

Talulah : Thank you, Alina.
...Wait!

Alina : What is it? I'm about to prepare tomorrow's lesson. It's a drawing lesson, so they're all looking forward to it.

Talulah : I'll bring back two brushes for you, next time.
I mean, what I want to say... what I want to ask is, do you really... not want to get to know FrostNova and the others?
The fighters all know we have a good few Infected teachers, it's just that you've been keeping yourself tucked away, all...

Alina : Not right now, Talulah.
Once that Infected common ideal of yours becomes reality, we'll naturally come to know each other then.
And besides, we're all fighters, just on different battlefields. We'll know all about each other sooner or later, won't we?

Talulah : You're right, Alina. Infected Fighter, Alina.

M8-5: Ruination, Long Awaited

Summary

Rosmontis is working through the pain of her team's sacrifice. Kal'tsit tells the Doctor the significance of Amiya and Rosmontis as operators. And Elysium sends an urgent message: the Ursus Army is in the core city.

<Background 1>

[A Rhodes Island operator managed to reach Rosmontis' squadmates through radio. ]

Rhodes Island Operator : Transmission went through!

Rosmontis Squadmember : Captain? Do you copy?

Rosmontis : I'm here! It's me! What's your status?

Rosmontis Squadmember : Most of us are fine. We're trapped under this building at the moment, but we found an access hatch.
We'll regroup with you if we find another exit.
We disabled the restart function. Rest assured, we've got a very defensible position. Make your way here and you won't have to worry about getting caught flat-footed.
But...
Bluishsilver, she's...

Rosmontis : Gah!

Rosmontis Squadmember : ...No, no, Rosmontis! Wait!
Focus on the mission... don't come for us! You promised us before we set out!

Rosmontis : But!

Rosmontis Squadmember : Keep your promise! We wouldn't have followed you into Chernobog without it.
Remember our talk back when we joined your team?
Listen to me, Rosmontis... we talked about how elite operators and their teams are all different.
You can do so much. You Arts are so strong. There's not much we can do for you in a fight.
But when you can't handle the burden, we'll share it with you. Just like Amiya and the other elite operators.

Rosmontis : But you're my team!

Rosmontis Squadmember : Calm down!
Bluishsilver's last wish...
Was that we help you grow as a warrior, not a soldier, and not a weapon.
Captain, you get your job done. We'll make it out of here safe.
Listen, Rosmontis. This might be hard to do. But it's what Bluishsilver wanted.
"You're not just an elite operator, you're Rosmontis. We all love you, not just your team, but Rhodes Island and the Infected, everyone who hates loss and destruction... we all love you."
So, Captain, "Think about what 'Rosmontis' would do, okay?"
Over and out. Tell Amiya hi for us.

Rosmontis : ......
Don't leave me. Please come back.

Rosmontis Squadmember : We will.

[The call ends. ]

Rhodes Island Operator : They cut the transmission.

Amiya : What's the situation?

Rhodes Island Operator : Oh, Amiya. We lost one member of the engineering team, but the rest are safe for now.

Amiya : Rosmontis... We need a little more firepower. The guerrilla mortar team needs supplies. We'll ambush them.
Are you okay?

Rosmontis : Amiya, after Ace died, what did you think?

Amiya : Oh!

Rosmontis : You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But I want to know.

Amiya : Sorry, I don't want to think too much about it.

Rosmontis : You want to run away too?

Amiya : No, it's just not the time to face up to it. Tears are for the end, when it's all over.
I only remember the very end, I was thinking...
That I didn't want to let him, or any of our Rhodes Island operators, die in vain.

Rosmontis : Good.
Recon Operator, tell me where. I'm going.

Amiya : Reunion is totally out of control. Watch yourself.

Rosmontis : Because we're their enemy?

Amiya : Because everything is their enemy. Without an enemy to fight, sometimes people make their own.

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : What are you worried about? Vanguard group, attack!

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Sniper group, fall back!

Sniper Operator : Roger! Form up and reload!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Defender operators, cover them!

Defender Operator : Roger! Hold fast! Don't let them cut off the corridor!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Casters, cease fire!

Caster Operator : Stop casting! Watch for friendly fire!

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Herdified Sarkaz Warrior : No further! Too scary.
Don't hit! Pain! Pain everywhere.

Kal'tsit : That's an unpleasant infection symptom.

Doctor : They are no longer human. / ...... / More disturbing than the Infected mutants in Lungmen.

Kal'tsit : If you want to ask if I worry about Rosmontis, Amiya, and their teams...
I have to confess, there's no use worrying.
We settled on the plan, and it all runs on a predesigned track. If you squeeze onto someone else's rail, you'll just end up derailing two trains.

Rhodes Island Operator : The herd doesn't look like it's pushing up!

Doctor : Stay focused! We want to pass through, not wipe them out!

Kal'tsit : Clear them in waves. We don't have the capacity to take on an entire battlefield.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I'm worried about Amiya.

Kal'tsit : Amiya is a mature leader and an excellent fighter. She knows the team, the operation, and our objectives.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm worried about Rosmontis.

Kal'tsit : Rosmontis is a powerhouse and the elite operator best supported by her team. She clears her mission objectives cleanly and decisively, as long as the operation utilizes her properly.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm worried about the operation.

Kal'tsit : Chernobog is in the midst of a raging storm, and given the circumstances there's not much worrying about the situation can accomplish.
The most important thing we can do for them is accomplish our own team's strategic objectives.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : That's it?! / ...... / Isn't that a little cold?

<Background 3>

Pith : I don’t think so.

Kal'tsit : She's through all seven training segments and passed every test given to her. There were three in which she showed particular promise.

Pith : I have no faith in casters like this. Kalt'sit, I pride myself on my skill with Arts, and I hope to help others with it.
That's not what Rosmontis is. Her Originium Arts are not those that serve to benefit mankind.

Kal'tsit : I want her to fight, but for one consideration.
If Rosmontis spent her whole life in the greenhouse, her outburst once reality shatters her beautiful world would be catastrophic.

Pith : If you can't do it, I will.

Kal'tsit : Pith!

Pith : You and Amiya have too much faith in the future. One misstep and someone else's future is gone forever.

Kal'tsit : Before we make a judgment like that, we have to at least try.

Pith : I'm worried about a future that's beyond saving.

Kal'tsit : For now, I'll have her serve as an elite operator. Not in the future, but now.
Right now, we teach her, polish her, forge her strength into shape, hold her to the highest standards, and watch her stand firm in the face of Catastrophe.
Until there is nothing in the world that can shake her.
Only then will she be free of the terrible fate the Columbians set out for her. Only then can she lead her own life.
That is my goal.

Pith : I knew you'd say something like that, Kal'tsit.
But who's responsible for her?

Kal'tsit : I need you to work with me. I need the elite operators on this together.
And I promise you, I stake my life on it. We will see this through.

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : A war cast in warmth and kindness is a much more dangerous form of war.
I don't want to speak of such horrible cruelties, even if my fears should never come to pass.
Amiya and Rosmontis are in the care of Rhodes Island herself, and more directly the elite operators who take responsibility for them.
Further, they are the core of the squad's strategy, Dr. {nickname}.
Trust in them, and you trust in yourself.

<Background 4>

Elysium : Hey, Hawk, did you see that?

Hawk : How could I not?

Elysium : Shhh. Don't give us away.

Hawk : (Then why did you ask me? You're the one making noise.)

Elysium : (I said shhhh. You don't want the Captain to chew you out.)

Hawk : (She can't talk, how would I know if she's chewing me out, or if it's just you pretending for her?)

Elysium : (I wouldn't do that.)

Hawk : (I know.)

Elysium : (......)

Hawk : (......)

Elysium : (I mean...)

Hawk : (Enough. I know you want to ask about this stuff.)

Elysium : (You've got all these weapon and armor cases, all this machinery laid out all nice. If it was just laying around I'd say I came up with a million Victorian pounds or so.)

Hawk : (I bet you two big ones that's Ursus stuff. I saw goods like this when I was smuggling around Laval. This is brand spanking new.)
(You got the Central Corps, but other units can't have had anything like this more than... Hmm, maybe five years?)

Elysium : (You think it makes any sense that Reunion could've just looted all this equipment?)

Hawk : (You mean the guys who go around swinging pipes? I don't think they'd even know how to grease it.)

Elysium : (What about the guerrillas? They're ex-Ursus Army.)

Hawk : (How long ago did they desert? Those big, heavy metal guys would sink if you pushed them into a lake.)
(Even if they managed to bring some logistics units with them all those years ago, they'd probably all be dead by now.)
(Think about it. With the stuff they're using now, it's a miracle they can keep their plates wiped clean.)
(Let them get their hands on these weapons? I doubt they'd even know which end to point at the enemy.)

Elysium : (You're making them sound like a bunch of idiots.)

Hawk : (Ignorance and idiocy aren't the same thing. Logistics is skill as much as it's knowledge. The guerrillas aren't dumb, but the odds that they'll come across some Infected logistics officers eager to run off with them are pretty slim.)
(Saving an Infected officer from execution... that's a tall order.)
(Look... The serial number's been filed off. Sure, a deserter might do that, but you know who else might...?)

Elysium : (You might do it if you were trying to trick somebody.)

Hawk : (It wasn't done very clean. Just looking at it I can tell what kind of file they used. Looks like somebody was short on time.)

Elysium : But the most important thing for now...

Hawk : We have to tell them, and quick. Whether or not it's useful info.

Elysium : I just hope we're not too late. Captain, should we have Raidian tell Amiya's team? Or go report it direct?
We should keep Reunion and the weird looking guys busy back here? Got it.

Hawk : Wait.
We've got bogeys closing on our position.
Mantra, you on it? Just make them forget what they're doing. No need to fabricate some orders or turn them into gibbering morons or whatever...
Conserve your strength. If we run into Reunion, we'll need you to defuse the situation.

Elysium : Hm? Hm.
"Good. Be careful."

Hawk : Right.

Elysium : Okay... And it's good to send, Captain. Here.
"The Ursus Army is in the core city."

Operation story: R8-8

Before operation

Summary

Talulah allows some of the Infected in her group to leave, sparking an argument with Patriot. And the Infected who left betray Talulah, hoping to divert the attention of the Ursus Army.

<Background black>

「Hui-chieh:
We have been heading south.
The guerrillas are hoping to get to as many mines as possible before the extermination plan gets underway to save as many Infected as we can.
The garrison is falling back, and we are pushing further and further ahead.
To outsiders, it probably looks like we are hunting down the Ursus squads. That couldn't be further from the truth, and it's a nigh impossible task.
We are hiding from the Ursus Army while also trying to save the Infected from under their nose.
If you ask me why we are doing this, I guess all I can tell you is, "It's what we are supposed to do."
That being said, I can't help but feel that by taking in all these Infected, thus giving the other teams some breathing room, we may be playing into Mr. Patriot's hand.
Patriot might have drawn a line. A line that we dare not to cross.
To cross that line is to fight the Ursus garrison head-on—a tall order, it goes without saying. It's either that or keeping ourselves under the radar.
In other words, we'll have to leave the tundra, and that means infiltrating the real Ursus territory—their nomadic cities, where all aspects of life are ruled with their iron fist.
At that point, the guerrillas put their weapons away until it's time for us to take up arms again.
The treatment of the Infected in the cities and ships out in the wild are bound to be even more cruel. I imagine the days that are to come will be very difficult.
It's not easy to take this step.
But this is the Northwestern Tundra... There's nothing but snow here.
We can't feed all these mouths with just snow. 」

<Background 1>

「November 3rd
Year X 」

Petrova : My brothers and sisters, are you okay?!
It's good to see all of you in one piece.
...Man, was that battle not a disaster.

Talulah : Thank you, Yeti Squad. It's a pleasure to lead the fight with all of you.

Petrova : The pleasure is ours, Talulah. We all think it's very reassuring to fight alongside you. We make a good match. Now I can see why FrostNova trusted you to lead our squad.
What's more, the way you use your Arts is getting more ingenious by the day. Blasting flames through the cold air, and detonating that? I don't think I could've come up with that one.

Talulah : Well... those weren't exactly flames. It's hard to explain, so I'll spare you the details.

Petrova : I'm sure FrostNova can rest easy knowing she doesn't have to look out for us all the time anymore.
So, do you think we'll come across any more of those Ursus scum here?

Talulah : Well, this is one of the cities Ursus was planning on dismantling three years ago.
The troops here managed to take over the city, probably thanks to corruption or some equally dirty work... As for the original residents... probably either enslaved or driven out.
They didn't stand a chance against us, at the very least.

Petrova : They aren't as weak as you're making them out to be.

Talulah : Just relatively speaking. Compared to the regular Ursus Army, at least. It's not like Patriot has let you fight any battles that difficult.

Petrova : No, he hasn't. It's true. He didn't think we could handle it. But I think we are more than up to the task now, with how well we're getting on.

Talulah : I'm not so sure about that. The real Ursus Army is on a whole other level. This detachment lacks discipline and training... I'm guessing they might not even be technically organized.
And we just barely had a leg up over these guys because of our tactical planning.

Petrova : ...So you're saying we've got nothing to celebrate?

Talulah : No, far from it. We have all the resources we need to survive now.
We really needed these supplies. Without them, we won't make it through the winter.
Besides, the nomadic city may be old and run-down, maybe even too small, but...

Petrova : It's big enough for us.
None of us have ever been on a nomadic city before.

Infected : Talulah!

Talulah : What's the matter?
You're... one of the Infected from the Earcurl village... if my memory serves me correctly.

Infected : We've got a pretty big team ourselves! At the very least, we're no smaller than you guerrillas.

Talulah : Well, you're almost there. I'm not exactly part of the guerrilla force.

Infected : We still definitely had more men in this fight than you.

Talulah : ...So? What do you want from me?

Infected : Let's go our own ways here, Talulah.

Talulah : You serious?

Infected : We've fought plenty of battles with you people, and we've taken the shirt off our backs for you way more than I can count.
You can take half of the resources in the city. Hell, take more than that.
Just let us keep the city.
With the city... we could go anywhere. We could be anywhere in the tundra. The Patrol Unit and the Ursus troops will never find us.

Talulah : So you are saying you don't want to fight anymore?

Infected : We'll die.
We're... We're all a little...
The enemy... They're getting stronger and stronger.

Talulah : These people aren't even on the same level as any of the contingents that Patriot's guerrilla squads have faced.

Infected : But we can't do it!
Talulah, you aren't going to deny us even this, are you?

Petrova : Okay, what are you people talking about now?

Infected : The Yeti...!
...You coldhearted monsters wouldn't understand! Death means nothing to you, not like the rest of us...!

Petrova : You—

Talulah : (Waves Petrova down)

Petrova : Talulah...

Talulah : We'll get the supplies out right away. The city is yours to keep.

Infected : That's good to hear...

Talulah : But I won't stand for any insult to our fighters. Apologize to the Yetis right now.

Infected : ......
Ahem... Sorry.
That will do, right?

Talulah : Petrova, gather your men. We need to itemize the supplies.
(Also, turn on the Ursus comms terminal we captured.)

Petrova : (You don't mean...)

Talulah : (They know Patriot's guerrilla squad isn't around.)

<Background 2>

Patriot : Where are you going?

Talulah : Mr. Patriot? We were just about to rendezvous with you.

Patriot : You handed the city to those folks?

Talulah : Looks like you got my message already.

Patriot : —What these people are doing is nothing short of betrayal. Your permission has given them the justification they wanted. You destroyed the order here.

Talulah : The moment they asked to be let go, I wasn't going to be able to keep them.

Patriot : Those who lack conviction and willpower shouldn't wage war. Not now, not ever.

Talulah : If we go by your logic, no one was born with the right to set foot on the battlefield in the first place.

Patriot : Discipline is everything.
Kill them, and take the city back. You owe your team and your people this.

Talulah : So that they know the Infected will kill a bunch of helpless people with their backs against the wall and grease the wheels with their blood, all for a run-down city?

Patriot : They have contravened our discipline.

Talulah : None ever fought for discipline to begin with.

Patriot : It has been four years since we first met. In all this time, not once have I given you an order. I either tolerated your presence there on the battlefield or refused to work with you.
I really can't know if you have matured or gone soft in that time.

Talulah : All because I don't agree with you?

Patriot : Summon the rest of the Infected and tell them they've betrayed the manifesto. Have them executed immediately.
You must make an example of their transgression.

Talulah : I can't do that.

Patriot : I can see you are hesitating. You are hesitating because they, too, are Infected.
Is it because you think this is dishonorable?
You loathe killing, and you don't care for power. That's not a bad thing. But then you need someone to do the dirty work for you.

Talulah : I'll let you know I'm not afraid of doing this, and I don't dare to claim I have the moral high ground over anyone either.

Patriot : In that case, the guerrillas and I will get it done.
If you refuse to take up arms against them, the guerrillas will clean up the mess.
What is that expression? You can't possibly think I am the honest and noble man everyone makes me out to be?
Someone like that would've been dead long before the fighting even began.
What's honorable besides reigning victorious and safeguarding the fruits of victory? Triumphing over the enemies you loathe in battle is by its very nature an honor, but that doesn't mean I take pride in my sacrifices.
If a decision leads to victory and fewer dead comrades, then that's the right decision to make.

Talulah : This city is already on its last legs. It's likely been in service for much longer than it was intended. It's not going to last another three years.
Both you and I know that they are doomed to be stranded in the tundra. They'll still have to find a way out in the end. But, with the city, they bought themselves a tiny bit of hope, even if it's just for those three years.
I'm not going to crush that hope of theirs.

Patriot : You're fine seeing your team get torn into two?

Talulah : No. I already told you... they were never on the same team as us to begin with.
I'm not going to give you the "the weak cannot go to battle" excuse you've been giving me. All I'm saying is not everyone thinks the same way we do.
We'll have many people join our ranks. But not all of them are working towards the same goal as we are.
We're just borrowing their strength. We aren't exploiting it. If we forced them to do our bidding, we would only be making them work against their own goals.
And that's how you get them to actually start doubting each other and feel alienated.

Patriot : ......
All for the sake of unit purity, is it?

Talulah : If that's what you want to call it. I'm not sure I'd describe it like that, though.

Patriot : If nothing else, I can tell you are a righteous person.
There's a unit stationed nearby guarding the trade route, and they're much better trained. You know things are bound to go wrong.

Talulah : I don't want to admit it, but you're right. They just might do that, so we'll prepare for that.
The Yetis... intercepted the message already.
You're right. The nomadic city sent a message out. They tipped off the Ursus troops in the area our location.
...They want to draw the Ursus Army's attention to us.
No one wanted this battle to happen.

Patriot : Their foolishness will slowly lead them to destruction.

After operation

Summary

The Infected betrayal does not anger or disappoint Talulah, and while being questioned by Patriot, she reveals her thoughts and spits out a decision. Patriot finally gives her the nod.

<Background 1>

Patriot : Take a count of the dead and wounded.
It's just as you said. They used us as bait, and a battle ensued.
Are you disappointed, Talulah?

Talulah : —No.
They had their reasons for doing this, and I also know exactly what they were. Knowing they had a legitimate reason, I couldn't possibly have gotten my hopes up.

Patriot : ...The informant must be executed.

Talulah : And how should we pick out this traitor, out of all the people that wanted to flee the battlefield?

Patriot : They betrayed their brothers-in-arms for a moment of peace. If you make excuses for them, you're only putting your warriors in harm's way.

Talulah : No. They never swore their loyalty to us in the first place.
You want every last person on your team to be absolutely perfect? That's impossible. You won't find a squad like that anywhere.

Shieldguard : But the guerrillas—

Talulah : The guerrilla fighters aren't perfect either.
There are only a handful of people as perfect as you're making them out to be. Everyone else has their own reasons to be here, and only because they are willing to pay the price, but that doesn't mean they've thought it all through.

Patriot : Stand down, soldier. Don't try to argue with her.

Talulah : It takes a lot more work to build a city than to destroy one, Mister. Just let them stay.
If there's more than one way for the Infected to survive, I'd rather see all of those ways work out.

Patriot : Talulah, you can't always try to go about everything without making sacrifices.

Talulah : Sacrifices...
Is that even up to me to decide?

Patriot : All of us are prepared for the worst. You can't win without spilling blood.
Heading south will lead to war. I know it, and I am sure you know it too.
The Empire isn't going to sit by and watch the Infected unite and grow into a major force. If everything goes the way you pitched it and the Infected actually manage to take their fate into their own hands, then this war is inevitable.

Talulah : —You're right.
We need to first let the Infected understand that their lives have meaning.
They don't have an obligation to face anything that comes after that.

Patriot : You want the guerrillas to fight this war?
Talulah, are you waiting for a war to break out between Ursus and another country, one that you can profit from...?
Or are you trying to sow the seeds of that war yourself?

Talulah : (Silence)

Patriot : You don't want to give me an answer.
You should know that any victory you can hope to achieve will bring with it disastrous results.

Talulah : You're probably right.
But that doesn't mean I'm going to sacrifice any lives.

Patriot : Are you prepared to bear the tremendous pain to come?

Talulah : Not at all. Things are bound to be painful, after all.

Patriot : Do you expect everyone to be so kind-hearted?

Talulah : I simply have faith that the people of Ursus weren't born selfish and cruel.

Patriot : Perhaps you'll come face to face with real evil one day.

Talulah : I've already crossed paths with my old friend a few times.

Patriot : I sure hope so.

Talulah : If a soldier swears loyalty to his fellow men only to later betray them for his own profit, I will personally write up his charges.
But if the group of Infected we are dealing with aren't fighting for the same cause as us, what gives us the right to annihilate them? It doesn't make them our enemies.

Patriot : ——
Talulah!

Talulah : Ngh...!
Please, go on.

Patriot : There are a lot of people whom I respected. Not for their strength, but for their honesty.
—I can only hope you are one of them.

Talulah : ...I will keep that in mind.
Petrova, where's FrostNova at right now?

Petrova : ...She's still at the mountain pass. She said she's holding the fort there until we finish capturing the city.

Talulah : Let's rendezvous with them. I need to apologize to her personally.

Shieldguard : So... Is that it, Captain?

Patriot : There should still be at least three garrisons around. We need to take down every last one of them before we can get the supplies out.
All things considered, she made the right decision. The nomadic city doesn't have that much longer of a walk ahead of it.

<Background fades out and in>

Eno : Oh, Talulah!
......
Are you in a bad mood, Talulah?

Talulah : Nope, I'm fine.
...Eno, Sasha.
Do you still want me to use your real names?

Sasha : ...Why do you ask?

Talulah : It's better to have a name that we can use to protect ourselves when we are so far away from home.
Sometimes, if we don't pick a name for ourselves, we will only ever be called the names others give us.

Sasha : But you haven't ever given yourself another name.

Talulah : That's only because I don't want to.

Sasha : Why? You were just saying we should use different names.

Talulah : Because... I want to be the same person both inside and out. I want to become someone whose actions represent her beliefs.

Sasha : So then your current actions are different from your words.

Eno : Sasha!

Talulah : You're right. That's very likely.
That's why I insist on using my name. It's just that the name doesn't really have much meaning to everyone else.
After all, who I am isn't important to any of them. My name is only important to myself.

Sasha : So what should I call you, then? When you put it like this, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to call you.

Talulah : ——
Sasha, how about I put it this way, then?
I'm just a rebel, just a normal person.
My name? That's not important. No one should remember my name. This name shouldn't become a symbol, and it shouldn't come to have any other kind of power. It's just my name, and it's nothing more than a name.
If you want to call me by a name, you can just call me Talulah for now. When you call me by my name, I'll turn around and look back, but that's all there is to it.

Sasha : Talulah.

Talulah : You can call me Talulah too, Eno.
It may be a little too early to tell you two this... but I want to, Sasha.

Sasha : Go on.

Talulah : I want you call me Talulah because I want you to think of me as a friend. Good friends like we're all peas in a pod.
Even if I die, you will still remember my name, but not because I did anything special during my lifetime.
I just want you to remember the time we spent together. I want you to remember you once had a friend called Talulah.

Sasha : But you're killing bad guys. You're fighting them.

Talulah : The girl who fights shouldn't have a name. Everyone has their own fight. We are all fighters.
Don't hang your head and just follow in the fighters' footsteps. Don't do that!
Not everyone is like Patriot. All of us make mistakes. Look ahead of you, and look at where he's going. You don't just keep your eyes shut and follow whoever that has the more important-sounding title.
The names you remember are your friends' names. The names of the people you spend the most time with.
It's FrostNova who gave you that extra spicy candy but still gritted her teeth and smiled. It's your teacher, who made you that weird vegetable stew. It's Patriot, who will never give up on training you.
They are all your friends, not fighters.
As fighters, we don't have names.

Eno : ...Talulah, I don't get it.

Talulah : Well... I want you to trust me because I'm your friend, not because of my position.
Just like all my other friends.

EG-1: Burnt Fragment 1

Summary

A matter of honesty.

<Background 1>

Infected Fighter : Talulah.

Talulah : ...Hm? You rarely make that face, friend. What's wrong?

Infected Fighter : We've decided.
We're going to stay here.
Ah, uh... putting it another way, there are some of us willing to stay here. And some are thinking about getting out of Ursus territory.
But either way, none of us'll be carrying on heading south with you. We're sorry.

Talulah : Alright. I see.

Infected Fighter : You're not even going to ask for a reason?
You're the one who taught us, took us all this way up 'til today—

Talulah : And does that mean you have to obey me, keep your life tied to your blade, fight Ursus to your last breath?
Because it's never been like that. Never been, friend. You've got the cart and the beast mixed up.

Infected Fighter : Ha ha... I guess. That's like you, Talulah, it really is.

Talulah : I'm not your ruler. And you deserve to have this land, in the first place. Even if filled with corpses, turbulent with bad memories, the tundra is, as it was, your homeland.
You're all strong. I'm sure you'll find a way to prevail through it all.
If you want, I can send you off.

Infected Fighter : No, no, don't, really. You should know it wasn't exactly the firmest thing, making this decision, anyhow...
Ha, thinking about it, I used to be one of your people. I'll be telling my future companions plenty of stories about you.

Talulah : Here's begging for your mercy, then.

Distant Shout : Talulah, the campfire's up!

Talulah : Alright, I'll be there in a moment!
Friend, will tonight be our last meal together?

Infected Fighter : Just wait a bit longer... some others'll want to talk with you too, probably. All of them would.

Talulah : Mm.

Infected Fighter : ...Talulah.
How do you guarantee that everyone who stands by your side works with you as one? How do you know betrayal or some other crap isn't headed your way?
Uh... no, I guess you obviously have your ways. You're so smart, so strong to boot, and you know so much. A wound here or some bleeding there wouldn't slow your pace down, would it?

Talulah : ...The praise is one thing, but could you not make me out to be so terrifying?

Infected Fighter : Ha ha, don't get us wrong, one or two frustrations wouldn't make us lose our gall. We're no cowards...
I just suddenly realized. Actually, maybe not everyone thinks... thinks the same as you, anyway. Yeah.
I mean, take me. I was gonna die anyway. I just chose to tag along with you all so I'd be able to eat something, live a few more days of my life.
Moment I ate my own fill, I realized there were actually plenty like me. And I figured it'd be nice if they could eat their fill too...

Talulah : Strength, particularly in goodwill. They're qualities hard to come by.

Infected Fighter : Yep. Hard, for sure. So it's definitely not everyone who thinks that way.
Who can guarantee we'll keep moving on, that we won't meet a crueler end? The old noblemen eliminating us all, implicating the innocent poor and all their children along the way?
I... it doesn't really matter to me, but when I realize all the other ways it could go, it stresses me out.
And not to mention that to some people, nothing else matters except their own fill... if the question is just feeding yourself, even I could come up with plenty of ideas, like... ngh.
Like selling out.
Selling out what matters to us. Plenty of people are itching to destroy us, and they'd happily let some nobody Infected off to dispatch the remaining rebels. Couldn't be more cost-effective if you tried.

Talulah : ......

Infected Fighter : So I think... seeing that's how things are, we can't leave here now more than ever.
Talulah, we can't take every single person with us, can we?

Talulah : I have to... concede that.

Infected Fighter : That being the case, before we head all the way south and win all that goodness you talked about... uh, what about the tundra? What about the Infected left behind on it?
Not just the tundra, really... the world’s so vast, and to say it straight, some people are just thinking of taking the chance to leave this place.
Finding like-minded folk elsewhere in hardship and distress, seeing if other places... might have a niche in them for the Infected.
Some people might look at it that way.

Talulah : You...
Your seeing things this way honestly makes me really... happy.

Infected Fighter : Uh... feels like the why would fly over my head, so I'm just gonna not ask...
C—circling back, uh... does the fact we're leaving at such a critical point mean we'll be considered deserters? I don't really get all that too well, which is why I came to talk to you.

Talulah : *chuckle* Well, of course not.
Be it Talulah, the Guerrillas, so on, they're all "names" and nothing more.
You carry what lies beneath your names... your mindsets, spirits. You carry that sublime fire of resistance, scattering it across this world's every part. For all this, where's the need to fault yourself?

Infected Fighter : Alright!
Frankly, I only sort of get it still, but with those words coming from you, Talulah, that puts me at ease.

Talulah : Be at ease, really.
Alright... I can't let the hunters' efforts go to waste. The knack you all have for laying out traps really opens my eyes.

Infected Fighter : I'll miss the days I was able to eat like this. Talulah, we'll travel to every corner of this land.
Hey, everyone over here! Food's ready!

Operation story: M8-6

Before operation

Summary

Ursus soldiers dressed as Reunion members stop the crowd. The Shieldguards join forces with Rosmontis in order to break through them.

<Background 1>

Reunion Member : ......

Shieldguard : Blocking the way to the control tower... What the hell kind of Reunion operative you are?
Are you joining us, or are you trying to run away?
If you want to fight us, that's your perogative! But this is as disgraceful as it is pointless!

Rhodes Island Guard? : Hold up... have you met this squad before?

Shieldguard : No. There's been a lot of new blood in Reunion ever since we left the tundras. I haven't ever bothered to get to know any of them.

Rhodes Island Guard? : I'm getting the kind of feeling they're not...

Amiya : Guard! Watch out!

Reunion Member : (Signal)

[Several Reunion soldiers reveal themselves to be Ursus Imperial Army soldiers disguised as Reunion soldiers. ]

Shieldguard : ——
Ursus troops!
Ugh...!
Fall back!! It's the Ursus!

Reunion Member : ......

Shieldguard : Not going to say a peep till the very end, huh?
What, you think I'm some kind of traitor?
You think we're despicable for turning our backs on Ursus for some lowly Infected?
We're fighting for their worthless lives, we're behind the times, and we've got no honor, so we should get our names taken off the registers and erased from history?
Maybe you have a husband or a wife, maybe you don't want to be here, but you still got sent by the higher-ups. You're just some puppetmaster's pawn, throwing away your life to do someone else's bidding...
Pathetic! Pathetic, I tell you!
Have you killed any Ursus men before? Was it the Infected or regular citizens that you killed? When you got that blood on your hands, were you even afraid? Does that keep you up at night at all?
All of you who stayed even after the Emperor died... Pathetic!

Rhodes Island Guard? : Knock it off already! Fall back!
Careful! The Ursus troops are wearing Reunion's—

Amiya : No, Guard!
You mustn't say that...!

Rhodes Island Guard? : Why?

Amiya : The combatants on both sides will start doubting everyone around them if you say that... The more chaotic the situation is, the more of an advantage they'll have!
If everything goes as Elysium planned, then the first thing we need to do...
...is to stop everyone right here.

Rhodes Island Guard? : We don't have much time left, and we have no idea when Reunion will come barging their way to the control tower... It'll only get harder to organize an attack once that happens!

Amiya : Not all of us need to fight this battle. We're up against Talulah. A small, disorganized squad isn't going to do us any good.
I'll go.

Shieldguard : Fall back! Fall back! Watch out for the piledriver spears! Find cover!

Rhodes Island Guard? : Amiya... Not again... You're Rhodes Island's leader!

Amiya : I'm not going to tell you, "That's all the more reason I should head in there." ...All I'll say is, if there's something I can do and something needs to be done, then I'll do it, and I'll see it through.

Rhodes Island Guard? : And who's supposed to cover you?

Rosmontis : I will.
Shieldguards, and that includes anyone who's injured. Let's do this. We'll hold the line here.

Shieldguard : Feline...!

Rosmontis : They're rounding up all the special Infected and driving them out. So ruthless. They aren't showing even the tiniest bit of mercy...
I'll crush their position and ambush point.

Shieldguard : ...Well then!
Feline, you're the first outsider ever to be backed up by both the Ursus Shieldguards and the guerilla fighters!

「The young caster lifts her hand up. She pays no heed to the commotions of the battlefield, as though it matters not the slightest to her. Her eyes gleam with resolve.
Up until now, fear and regret have kept her chasing her endless flow of memories.
But now, her promise with her friend as well as the responsibility she shares with this embattlement of steel has given her cause to finally stop and rise up. 」

Rosmontis : No, I'm not an outsider.
We're a team now. We'll stop this city together!
That's why I'm not an outsider!

Shieldguard : Shieldguards! Shields up!

After operation

Summary

Amiya decides to leave Rosmontis and go to face Talulah alone. She orders Rosmontis to live on, and help others live on.

<Background 1>

Shieldguard : *Pant* *pant*...
Rhodes Island's medical technology is streets ahead of ours... I'll give you that...

Amiya : Part of our plan is to send medical personnel to all the Infected settlements, but it's way too dangerous to send our normal medical operators into warzones.

Shieldguard : I'm good... Thanks. I'm much better now that I've been bandaged.

Rosmontis : The enemies have retreated. The battlefield has grown in size. I can't use my Arts anymore. I can't track them down.

Shieldguard : You can count on the devils on the team to get that done for you. They're very good at that.
Thank you, Rhodes Island soldiers. Without your bravery, the number of casualties would have been much higher.
I also heard you saying just now, Cautus, you're trying to make it to the control tower by yourself?

Amiya : ...Uh, yeah, but also probably not.

Shieldguard : What does that even mean?

Amiya : I will probably be the only one there when I face Talulah.
A warrior from Lungmen might also be there... but I am just going to assume there won't be anyone else right now.

Shieldguard : How do you plan on killing her all by yourself? You are nothing like the captain.

Amiya : Sure, but neither is anyone else here. The more people we have there, the bigger of a mess things are going to be if a fight does break out. Besides, Talulah is much better than Patriot at quickly bringing the battlefield under control with her Arts.
I'll bring a squad inside with me. There are bound to be other threats in the control tower.

Shieldguard : Are you sure you're bringing enough?

Amiya : I trust the people on my team. Each and every one of them can be counted on, and they know how to adjust to all kinds of situations. If we end up somewhere we can't handle ourselves, we will ask for your help.

Shieldguard : Are you trying to keep us out of the final showdown?

Amiya : No, It's not that I'm trying to take charge of the battle. It's just that, sir, there are other battles that only you, the guerrillas, can handle.

Shieldguard : You want us to stop anyone from getting inside?

Amiya : Exactly.

Rosmontis : ...Amiya, you don't want me to go with you?

Amiya : It's safer for you to stay outside the control tower.

Rosmontis : You don't want me to fight with you? We'll take on Talulah... together...!

Amiya : Rosmontis, Talulah's Arts are filled with energy. You're really good at dealing with all kinds of physical attacks that come your way, but... I'm worried about her flames...

Rosmontis : But... but she... she killed Ace... she killed so many people who mattered so much to me!
Why can't I go?

Amiya : ......

Rosmontis : If I'm not good at dealing with that... What should I do? What can I do? There were lots of other things I wasn't good at too!

Amiya : You hate Talulah.

Rosmontis : What else am I supposed to do?! Is it bad if I hate her?

Amiya : Rosmontis...
I don't have the answers to those questions. I'm not saying you can't hate someone you've never met. I don't have that right.
But, Rosmontis... before I go, I'll leave you with an order.

Rosmontis : An order?

Amiya : That's right.

Rosmontis : Orders have to be followed... Kal'tsit told me... elite operators follow orders. I...

Amiya : Yeah.
—Logos told me before we left. Patriot rarely sees anyone as his nemesis...
He prefers calling people by symbols or any characteristics or equipment they have, and doesn't usually call by name or race.
But he called you a Feline just now.
That might mean he approves of you.

Rosmontis : But he calls you that too. He called you a Cautus. And what is it about me he liked? Is it how scary I look to others? I don't want people to see me like that.

Amiya : ...But, you know how often we're called monsters? People have been calling Patriot a monster for many, many years.
It's true that the Arts we possess are really scary.
But he thinks of us as people. He thinks of us... as humans.

Rosmontis : Not equals? We're both... scary... and things that other people hate.

Amiya : No, that's not right. Just look at all the guerrilla fighters here. Then there's the Reunion fighters following the other leaders, and, of course, our own people.
Your good deeds earn their respect. On the other hand, bad deeds earn their hate and mistrust.
We are judged by our actions. Just like how our teammates look out for you, just like how the Shieldguards defend Patriot, and just like how we trust Dr. Kal'tsit's word without question.
Rosmontis, here's my order for you: Live, and make sure as many survive this as possible.
And, in order to do that, don't come after me even if I don't make it myself.

Rosmontis : Amiya! But... you're my friend! I couldn't let you... let you go in there all by yourself!

Amiya : No means no! Rosmontis, I promise you this.
I promise I will come back alive.
So that's why, no matter what anybody says, no matter what they say happened to me, we both need to do whatever it takes to fulfill our mission.
We have to survive this. Both of us.
And this order goes for everyone who's here right now.
You must live.
The whole point of the Chernobog rescue mission was to save lives.
The whole point of the Core City infiltration was to save lives too.
Don't ever say things like, "There are causes worth giving your life for." Never say that.
Life is precious, and more importantly, your life belongs to yourself.
No one... absolutely no one can let their life go to waste for us.
...There's no such thing as necessary sacrifices.
To say otherwise is just wrong.
Guard!

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...Yeah, I'm listening, Amiya... Leader of Rhodes Island.

Amiya : This goes for Reunion too.

Shieldguard : ——
Cautus!

Amiya : Go ahead.

Shieldguard : Just leave this place to us. Feline, let's go! Let's give the little rabbit the battlefield she wants.

Rosmontis : Amiya...

Amiya : You have to do this.

Rosmontis : ......
Okay. I will see this through.

Amiya : Yeah, thanks.
Amiya Squad, follow me!
Everyone, we'll meet again! Alive!

Rhodes Island Guard? : Goodbye...

Shieldguard : We'll see you later!

<Background fades out and in>

Rosmontis : Okay, let's do our job here.

Shieldguard : Well then, the guerrillas will take care of this one.
This place is a little too cozy to be our battlefield! Come! Let's turn these blocks into a warzone!
Rhodes Island, let's go!

Rosmontis : Yeah!

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Wei Yenwu : Go over this for me again, Superintendent Ch'en.

Ch'en : Am I not being clear enough?

Wei Yenwu : No, you're clear as day. So perfectly clear that I thought I misheard.
Superintendent Ch'en, you should know this is outside your purview.

Ch'en : Laws are different from one country to another, but common sense applies everywhere.

Wei Yenwu : What did the Royal Guard Academy teach you anyway? Did they ever tell you to keep your feet on the ground and not bite off more than you can chew?

Ch'en : I graduated long ago. Now, I'm a police officer serving Lungmen.
I'll repeat again, so listen up. "My wish is to join the L.G.D., and from there, I'll join the Special Inspection Unit."
I will protect this city, and I'll clean this place up. There won't be another incident like that.

Wei Yenwu : What incident?

Ch'en : Well, aren't you forgetful? Or are you just playing dumb on purpose?

Wei Yenwu : Watch your mouth, Officer Ch'en.

Ch'en : My apologies, Chief Wei.
Sir, I am referring to the incident that took place roughly ten years ago when the city was infiltrated by foreign forces. Several Lungmen citizens were kidnapped, and they are yet to be found.
I will continue to push the city to investigate and locate the kidnapped citizens after my admission to the department.

Wei Yenwu : Ch'en... You have no idea what you are talking about.

Ch'en : Sir, I am perfectly aware of what I am talking about.

Wei Yenwu : I won't argue. How about this, then? As soon as you don't think you can keep it up, just let me know.
Tell me, Superintendent Ch'en. How long do you want to be in the department?

Ch'en : ......

<Background black>

「I didn't give him an answer.
For all these years, I've always wondered... just how much longer can I do this? How much longer do I want to do this?
And it wasn't until now that I finally realized the answer isn't for me to decide.
The Chi Xiao has gotten pretty rusty in my hand lately. I wonder just when will I finally understand? Shadowless doesn't mean to chase after shadows or let go. Instead, it's to never look back.
"As sword ere shadow's trace, cast off as cast." 」

<Flashback ends here>

EG-2: Burnt Fragment 2

Summary

A matter of protection.

<Background 1>

「Slice, pierce, cleave, sweep, the blades flutter in lockstep with the enemy.
Wail, rage, curse, howl, and then all tends towards the serene.
Rosmontis's expression holds not the slightest change. 」

Rosmontis : Dealt with.
There's no front or ambush positions left. We can continue forward.

Shieldguard : You do a pretty job, Feline. Settled it without any of us even taking a scratch.
And you skewer their heads real fast, real precise, no hesitation. That's good form.
If only we didn't know you killed the Captain, I'd probably ask you to join us.
You're a natural-born warrior. Shame you're with that Cautus, damn shame.

Rosmontis : You can't say bad things about Amiya.

Shieldguard : No, I'm not criticizing her now.
I'd been wanting to hear the things she said long, long ago, things I'd heard before.
She's great, Feline. A true great one.
But this won't get you anywhere, Feline, it won't get you anywhere.

Rosmontis : I don't believe you. Amiya will be able to do it.

Shieldguard : Maybe. But you, with her, it's no good for either of you.

Rosmontis : Why?

Shieldguard : You're two kinds of people.

Rosmontis : What two kinds of people? Me and Amiya get along really well. She's taught me a lot of things.

Shieldguard : ...Heh, you'll figure in time.

Rosmontis : You're doing this on purpose... I don't want to know.
What you just said. I could join you?

Shieldguard : You can.
We welcome anyone.
As long as you feel the Infected's fate is unfair, as long as Ursus gets you burning mad, as long as you want to fight.
You can join us, then.
You thought our team only had Ursus in it? Thought it only kept this country's people? Think again, Feline.

[The Shieldguard removes his helmet to reveal himself as a Feline like Rosmontis. ]

Rosmontis : ...You're a Feline too.

Shieldguard : Born in Rim Billiton, went with my parents to Ursus, and settled down afterwards in this frigid place.
I liked picking fights ever since I was young. Decided to join the army later because of it.
Ursus's assessments for joining the army are pretty harsh on Felines, but I still passed.
And after, I joined the Captain's unit, and went with him, fighting campaigns far and wide. That was ten years.
Wars, following wars, and always a war after that. That's Ursus.
I used to feel proud of this country, kid.
Countless among us used to feel proud of this country.

Rosmontis : So, why...?

Shieldguard : Because my parents got Oripathy, got kicked out of the city, and died in the wilderness.
And I only learned about it half a year after they'd kicked the bucket.

Rosmontis : ...?!

Shieldguard : Countless among us have gone through something similar.
I heard you went through something similar too, kid.
But it's not just that.
If it was just that, just the one misfortune I ever happened across, I might even be able to understand it.
But. That's not how it is.
War used to be the only thing that existed inside my head, and the only thing I ever reckoned to accomplish.
I started reflecting, thinking some things over, and only then did I start figuring something out about this country, trying to understand this country I used to struggle for.
If the Captain weren't there, I'd have probably long been court-martialed for making disrespectful remarks at HQ.
After that, I went to the Northern Plains with the Captain.
And the rest is history.
In all of this, I've learned endurance, learned rage, learned hatred.

Rosmontis : ...Amiya told me not to learn these.

Shieldguard : You'll learn them one way or the other, kid.
If you can't use them, chances are they'll swallow you up.

Rosmontis : So, was Patriot your family, then?

Shieldguard : We fought together for twenty years. He was my best brother, my closest brother-in-arms, and the one I most respected.
He was, kid.
But I've still gotta say, you're all the more suited to join us.

Rosmontis : Then would Amiya be able to join you?

Shieldguard : That Cautus? Nope, she wouldn't work.
She can't join us.

Rosmontis : Then I won't join you.

Shieldguard : Hah. I told you. You killed the Captain. There's no way you'd be able to join.

Rosmontis : I don’t care.

Shieldguard : But personally speaking, you need to pay a bit more attention to her. She wants to protect you, but she'll probably die faster than you will.

Rosmontis : Why are you that sure?

Shieldguard : Because we've met someone like her before.

「The Shieldguard looks like he’s thinking back to something. He pays no more attention to Rosmontis, puts on his helmet once again, and walks off to his comrades-in-arms. 」

Operation story: R8-9

Before operation

Summary

After learning about the patrol to the west, Alina heads east to exchange supplies. Once she's gone, Talulah hears that the village to the west is being searched and decides to ambush the patrol.

<Background 1>

「Hui-chieh:
I don't know how much further I have to go.
I can hear the winter feathers chirp every now and then. Is that supposed to mean something? Does it mean that spring will be here soon?
It's still very cold here, but it shouldn't be much longer until it starts to get warmer.
It's been three weeks. We've finally found two more villages willing to trade with the Infected.
We've set up camp at an abandoned settlement a few kilometers away from them. There's plenty of fuel here to last us a while.
You can't imagine how awful tree bark tastes. I don't ever want to listen to the old man tell me how nutritious they are anymore.
December 7th 」

<Background black>

「I am very well aware where this road is taking us.
Nonetheless, we have to get to the end of the road. Even if I don't make it, Yelena, Alina, and Eno and Sasha as well... I am sure they will make it.
But the road beneath our feet is just way too murky and hard to see.
Will they reject us? We can't bring their hopes up too much.
It's a bad thing to make a promise you cannot fulfill. The Ursus Empire's promise about bread and bed was nothing more than a ruse to cover up their atrocities and lies. And lies are what lead to tyranny.
Will they come to loathe us? It's very likely. If it wasn't for how hard life is in the Northern Plains, people here would probably report the Infected to the Patrol Unit the moment they spotted them.
This kind of animosity probably came from how worried they are about their own situation.
I'm not like Buldrokkas'tee. We certainly need to be on the lookout and avoid that, but I don't believe that's in their nature.
We can't hold it against them just because they want to look out for themselves. Definitely not.
Will they try to hurt us? I have no idea. And it's probably not something I can worry about too much...
No matter the case... I think most people are only like that because of the circumstances they are in.
If they had a teacher like Alina, a team like ours, or the chance to live in harmony with Infected... I'm sure things would improve.
Most of them were simply brainwashed by Ursus's twisted ideology. We can help them. Knowledge can change the way people think.
It's just... it's a really difficult thing to do. That's even though I believe... if you always hold fast to your beliefs in your actions, getting everyone to accept the truth should be one of the simplest things to accomplish.
[The words above were crossed out. Naturally, the letter was never mailed out.] 」

<Background 2>

Alina : Oh, good morning.

Talulah : Wouldn't it be dangerous for you to head outside right now?

Alina : I talked to the soldiers, and they said the patrol unit all went to the village to the west. Did someone see you trading with them the other day?

Talulah : It's not impossible. Anyway, you should stay away from the west.

Alina : I know. I'll go to the village to the east instead. I should still be able to barter for some things there.
Oh, you don't need to worry so much. Remember, we used to find ourselves in situations much more dangerous.

Talulah : What are you trying to get this time?

Alina : Some canned fruits and dried vegetables.

Talulah : ...Are those things really worth heading outside for?

Alina : Our fighters will get sick if things don't improve soon. It's about time you pick up a few things about taking care of yourself...

Talulah : We're having trouble just getting enough food to feed ourselves. I really don't think we should go out of our way for....

Alina : Now, Talulah, that's not right.
Uh huh, ahem—
"It's precisely because there are times we don't get enough food on the table or even clothes to keep ourselves warm that things like songs, music, fruits, and flower, and our desire for all the things that delight our taste buds, our eyesight, and our sense of smell are so important."
"These are the things that remind us what we are fighting for: we're fighting so that everyone can lead a decent life."
Naturally, your health is part of all that. With just some vegetables and fruits, we can help a lot of people fight off their diseases.

Talulah : ...Rebutting me with my own words... That's cheating.

Alina : Hey now... Cheating? That's quite a serious charge, isn't it? Here, say it after me: "That's smart!"

Talulah : Okay, okay.
Do you need someone to go with you? A bodyguard, that is.

Alina : That probably isn't a good idea. I may be Infected, but I am not that special. I wouldn't want anyone to find out about us just because of me. Besides, it isn't too hard for me to hide my infection. Easier than for some of our soldiers.

Talulah : Okay, but you should still be careful. I don't think we can completely trust the villagers there... There are a lot of things that don't add up there.

Alina : Yep, okay. Oh, I'll try to get us some pears too. Or do you reckon the Yetis like apples more?

Talulah : I think they are more of a fan of raspberries... but let's not worry about them. They know how to look for those themselves.
I've got a meeting now.

Alina : Okay, I'm leaving.

Talulah : —Alina!

Alina : What's up?

Talulah : I'm thinking about putting together an Infected education group. Would you like to run it?

Alina : Huh? Am I really the right person for that?

Talulah : You have a much better reputation than me among the noncombatant Infected.
It'll be easier for me to introduce you to everyone.

Alina : That's not what I mean...

Talulah : Knowledge is a means of fighting itself, Alina. I insist.

Alina : Well...
I'll leave the decision to you. I don't need to write up any speeches or anything, do I?

Talulah : Oh, I can hear the applause already.

Alina : ...Stop teasing me. Okay, I'll get going now.

Talulah : See you later. Don't stay out too late!

<Background 3>

Shieldguard : That won't work. We need to hang them.
The captain isn't around right now, but I know that's what he'd order us to do.

Talulah : Remember, guerrilla fighters. We are not an army. At least not yet.
It gives a bad impression. When they first joined us, it was because they trusted us. They only started having doubts because of hunger. That's the only reason they made this mistake.
It only happened because we didn't keep our end of the bargain.

Shieldguard : What bargain? Feeding them what little food we have left?

Talulah : We promised the Infected a place to stay.
...Not everyone came here for a noble end. That's not realistic.
We could've earned even more of their trust if we had the machines exchanged for the provisions sooner.

Shieldguard : In any case, I cannot accept keeping them on the team.

Talulah : Then let them go.
I won't tolerate any excessive violence. Also, give them enough rations for a week before you exile them.

Shieldguard : Absolutely not! Not even our warriors get that kind of treatment!

Talulah : ......

Shieldguard : We're not going to give in on this one. It has nothing to do with achievements or whatever. We simply can't abide by their behavior.

Talulah : Fine. At least don't go overboard with the language. Don't chew them out too much.

Shieldguard : ...We can accept that.

Talulah : Good.

Shieldguard : Now that the patrols are trying to smoke us out to the west... we can't let them find the group of Infected there.
That's all the more reason to put these bastards over...

[Someone knocks the door. ]

Shieldguard : Hm? Someone's knocking.

Talulah : Come in.

[The Infected fighter who attends Talulah rushes inside. ]

Infected Fighter : *Pant*...
Talulah!
It's the Patrol Unit! They're investigating the village that traded food with us!
Should we get out of here? If we leave now, we'll be long gone by the time they found out about us!

Talulah : —
Draw the patrol unit our way. I'll ambush them somewhere close by. We must let the patrol squad think we're behind it all, even if we have to leave our tracks behind for them to find.

Shieldguard : Talulah! Think this through again! The Fourth Army's sentries are just ten kilometers away. Once they get word from the patrols about us, they will definitely come after us!

Talulah : If the villages are pillaged because they gave us a helping hand... No, suppose they didn't. If they come in harm's way because of us, the Infected, we'll never find another village willing to trade with us.

Infected Fighter : Then let's take it upon ourselves to keep the news from spreading.

Talulah : That's exactly how word about this gets out!
Listen to me. If you try to put a lid on this by killing everyone there, the bodies will become evidence. If you then get rid of their bodies, then the deserted village will be evidence instead.
If you want to keep any bad news about us from spreading, then there's only one way to go about it: Don't let anything bad happen in the first place.
What we need to do now is to widen the path we have ahead of us, not just for ourselves, but also for the descendants of those who are following us down this path. Any questions?

Shieldguard : No.

Infected Fighter : You have a point. Let's do that.

Talulah : Let's go.
Right, what you said just now makes sense. Protect all non-combatants, and help them evacuate first.
We have a tough battle ahead of us. I'll be fighting alongside you, but neither FrostNova and Patriot are here with us; remember, one day, you may not even have me fighting next to you.
But as long as what you are fighting for is just and feasible, then we don't need anyone else by our side. You don't need anyone by your side.

Infected Fighter : Yeah!

Talulah : Let's go.

After operation

Summary

She clings to the back of the one who came for her. She does not return.

<Background 2>

[Talulah dispatched the last of the Ursus anti-Infected patrolmen. ]

Infected Fighter : You even defeated the reinforcements? I shouldn't have expected less from you, Talulah!

Talulah : What about all the other Infected?

Infected Fighter : They all made it in one piece. The backup safehouse we found really came in great use.

Talulah : Have you done a headcount yet?

Infected Fighter : I did. Some of the kids were crying about how one of the older girls hasn't come back yet...
It's sad, but this happens fairly often these days. *Sigh*.

Talulah : ......

[Talulah rushes off after learning that Alina went missing, but stops when a Shieldguard approaches her. ]

Shieldguard : Talulah! We found the rest of the patrol unit. Looks like they've just been running away the whole time.

Talulah : Which way did they go?

Shieldguard : East. Makes me wonder if they'll come across the folks we exiled.

[Talulah runs off. ]

Shieldguard : —Talulah?!

Infected Fighter : H-Hold on! Talulah, where are you going?

<Background black>

「Running
Running.
Boots soaked in freezing, chilling water.
Legs sunk in white, blinding snow.
Forgot to use the sleigh.
Forgot to use the snowmobile.
Melting all the snow.
Dashing in the mud.
A long trail on the earth.
A long trail in the snow.
Cold boring into the lungs.
Pain piercing into the brain.
Running.Running.
An endless snow.
An endless winter.
An endless world. 」

<Background 4>

「A drop.
Talulah stopps in her tracks.
Another drop.
Tears drip down the corners of her eyes.
She does not notice the drops she shed. 」

「Alina lies there on the ground.
She grips firmly onto the empty basket in her hand. Her clothes are dyed red with her own blood.
The grass and the mud around her body, once pale white, have been dyed a dark shade no less intense or florid.
The snow keeps falling, relentlessly. 」

<Background 4>

Talulah : ......
No... A... A...

[Talulah quickly grabs Alina, who are gravely injured from losing her right arm and left leg. ]

Alina : ......
Talu...lah?

Talulah : Alina...!!!

Alina : I didn't... want you to see me like this.

Talulah : Don't talk. Alina, stop talking... Just don't talk!
We need to stop the bleeding...! Just hang on...!

Alina : I'm... not bleeding anymore... It's just...

Talulah : In that case... Let's go! We need to get you to the medics right away for a blood transfusion!

Alina : It's okay... Don't worry... It's just... the things I traded for...

Talulah : Don't worry about those... They aren't important... Let's head back... I'll take you there!

「The Draco carries the Elafia on her back. Only now does she notice: this little deer looks so delicate and light, but her weight is so, so unbearably heavy on her back... As heavy as the weight of this whole world. 」

Alina : Stop...

Talulah : I won't!
Who did it... Who did it... Who did this to you?!
Was it the Patrol Unit...?! The villagers?! Those bastards... Those bastards... I'll burn them all... I...
Wait, don't tell me... Was it the Infected we exiled...?!
Those ungrateful shitheads... No, no... If the Shieldguards gave them any rations...

[Talulah desperately carries the dying Alina through the forest. ]

Alina : Talulah...!

Talulah : Alina... I'm listening... Just tell me!

Alina : I won't tell you...!

Talulah : Why?! Why?! Are you not going to at least give me the chance to avenge you?!

Alina : You mustn't... Don't you remember what you said to me yourself?
You mustn't fight for revenge. You've already chosen, Talulah. You've already chosen a path to follow...
Giving up halfway... all because of me...? I won't have it...
Don't hold this against anybody... You mustn't.

Talulah : What are you talking about?! What are you saying?! How can I not...? How am I supposed to not hold this against anyone?!!!

Alina : You told me yourself...! You said yourself that you can't harbor hatred against anyone... or you'd be... swallowed up... by that old man who placed that curse on you...
...Even if those Arts never existed in the first place... Wouldn't you still... be taken over... by all those things that represented who he was?
You told me that yourself.

Talulah : Right... Right. But... But... Those people... Those...

Alina : ...You know where they came from... and why they did that.
You said it yourself... Those people... aren't our enemies...

Talulah : Stop... Alina... Don't speak...!

Alina : No... Talulah... Everything you said... I remember... so you must remember yourself...
These aren't the people... you need to crush... It's Ursus... That drove them into that corner...
It's Ursus... and... the world as it is...

Talulah : It's okay... That's enough, Alina... I get it now!

Alina : Talulah... There is one thing you can detest... Everything they did, you can scorn.
But... never hate... anyone.
Do you agree with me...? Do you think what I said... is right? Are our lives... meaningful at all? Ugh... I don't know.
I'm not sure what it was... that we did wrong... but I know very well just what that curse... is all about.
Your rage... can burn down the entire plain... but you mustn't hate...
......

Talulah : Alina...

<Background 4>

[Talulah continues to carry Alina. ]

Alina : I'm worried. Talulah, I'm so worried. If I'm not here anymore, you must have Yelena remind you... All this...

Talulah : Alina, stop! Don't go on! I don't... I don't want you gone. All of you need to be here with me. You, Yelena, Sasha, Eno... All of you...
I don't want to lose any of you...!

Alina : Talulah... but all of us...
All of us met... so that we could part one day.

「The white-haired Draco keeps trudging on in the cold, endless snowfield. On her back, the Elafia girl trembles away, pausing only to take in deep breaths now and then.
Snow drops down from the Elafia's horns. As Talulah slogs along, the snow-covered trees behind her begin to burn alight in silence. She has unknowingly begun to set her path ablaze.
The snowfields before her eyes are vast and endless. On her back, Alina is the only warmth she can feel.
Talulah feels each and every beat of Alina's heart through her back, and they grow weaker and weaker by the moment.
She wants to scream. She wants to cry. She wants to squeeze everything she feels out of her lungs, as though it could erase all this from her body.
But Talulah stays silent the entire time. 」

<Background 4>

Alina : Talulah...

Talulah : We'll be there soon, Alina... We're almost there!
Don't close your eyes... Don't close your eyes!

Alina : It's far...
You don't... need to lie.

<Background black>

「The snowstorm is growing. 」

Alina : Talu...lah...?

Talulah : I'm listening, Alina. Tell me. What's the matter?

Alina : ...Snow... is warmer... than I ever imagined.
I'm sorry... I still don't... have all the things we talked about... written down.

Talulah : It's okay. It's okay, Alina. It doesn't matter.

Alina : The children... Eno in particular... You need to...

Talulah : I'm listening! Go on, Alina... I'm listening!!

Alina : You need to... do more... than just talk to him...
It's getting hot... Talulah...
...I don't want to die... I still haven't... your sister...

Talulah : ......

Alina : You must... live on...

<Background black>

「This will do it.
Talulah will not remember what happens next.
She has no memories of anything after that.
She melted away each and every last thing she should have remembered, along with the snow.
She leaves behind only a trail of flames, and, with the exception of Alina, everything behind her is burned away in the inferno of her wake. 」

[... ]

「And Talulah treks on in the snow toward her parting with her dear friend. 」

<Background 2>

Yeti Squad Member : Talulah! You're finally back! You didn't answer our calls, what—
...What... Who's that on your back...?
She's not breathing! Medic! Get over here, now! Talulah, just hang on...
...Talulah?
(What? She's walking right by... Where is she going?!)

Shieldguard : Talulah, you may be the leader here, but that doesn't make it any less serious to leave—

FrostNova : Wait.

Shieldguard : Yelena...?

FrostNova : ......
Let her go.

Shieldguard : (Do you know the poor little girl...?)

FrostNova : (Not really. I think... she's a teacher at the settlement.)

Shieldguard : (Oh, she's a teacher. Poor kids. That's another person they could look up to, gone.)

Shieldguard : (But why is Talulah...)

FrostNova : (Everyone has secrets they want to keep to themselves..)
(Whatever happened, it's hers alone to remember.)

<Background black>

「With the Elafia still on her back, the Draco walks past the encampment. Their contours slowly begin to blur until they both disappear into the edge of the forest.
No one knows what happened after that.
They could only watch as the Draco walked into the darkness of the night. 」

Operation story: M8-7

Before operation

Summary

W finds the Shieldguards and Rosmontis. She makes her stand and manages to gain Rosmontis's trust. At the same time, the Doctor and Kal'tsit approach the core of the sarcophagus, finding a Sarkaz Herd on the way.

<Background 1>

Shieldguard : All these corpses... have started to rot.
They're W's men. A bunch of mercenary devils.
This makes no sense. We haven't done anything to these guys. They were lynched, and clearly they were killed off in secret.

Rhodes Island Guard? : When did all this internal cleanup begin anyway?

Shieldguard : No idea. My guess is it happened within the last few days.
One thing is clear, though. Talulah's been planning this for a long time. Damn it. I can't believe we didn't even see through her facade until it was too late. She really strung us along, that monster!

Rhodes Island Guard? : Regardless of whether they willingly obeyed her or not, it was Talulah who ordered the Sarkaz mercenaries to fight us. So is there a point to killing them off? What is she even trying to accomplish? Setting an example?
No, I doubt it... No one can threaten even a lone Sarkaz, let alone a whole group of them.

Shieldguard : Yeah, that's right. They do say that the devils will kill whoever that dares threaten them, and if you ask me, the ones we have in the guerrillas are living proof of that.

Rhodes Island Guard? : That makes no sense, then. If these guys were killed because they stuck with W, then whose side is W on?

??? : Well, maybe you'd like to take a little guess? I just might give you a little something if you get it right.

Shieldguard : Stop where you are! Put your hands up!

Rosmontis : —!

[W calmly approaches the Rhodes Island-Guerrilla forces. ]

??? : Now, now. Let's not be hasty. Keep your weapons to yourselves. Wow. That's a big sword. New blood from Rhodes Island, I presume?

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...W...!
It was you... You are the one who killed Scout!

Rosmontis : Is that her?
Then I'll avenge Mr. Scout!

W : What are you talking about?
Hold on, time out. White kitty, you can kill me all you want, and I'll admit to anything I've done, but I'm not gonna take the fall for something I didn't do.
And I gotta remind the Rhodes Island boy in Reunion cosplay over there...
Yeah, I can tell it's you. I remember you. Let me make this clear: I let you get away. Think about it, what good would it even do for me, turning you in to the old man?
Scout died for Rhodes Island. I took his life only because I didn't have a choice.
Listen up. He could easily have gotten out of that without so much as a scratch. He just decided to put on a show with me for the Reunion folks to keep you and the others alive.
You think I wanted to kill him? Forget the fact he's a Sarkaz, you really think I would kill one of the last Sarkaz stealth masters left, one of the best elite marksmen out there, and, above all, the guy who could've been the next Kazdel hero?

Rhodes Island Guard? : Liar!

W : What are you going off on me for?!
You little shit, how dare you go off on me?!
You know what, now I'll really go off on you. If you were actually as good as you say, you could've killed the dragon lady right there, and we'd be dealing with a lot less dead people!
Why else would I even kill Scout, someone I really respected?!
You think I'm some kind of a sellsword, don't you? Sure, I'll tell you. Yes. Yes, I am. It's true, but unlike you guys, I rank people by their worth.
Scout was... And listen up! To me, he was worth more than anyone else, even back in Babel.
I'd even say he's worth more than me.
...So let me ask you again: what is it about you that's actually worthy of his sacrifice? Huh?!

Rhodes Island Guard? : You...

W : Ugh, ahem, pfft...

Rosmontis : Put your hands up, and put your weapon down. I don't believe you.

W : ......
Look, I count myself plenty lucky that I wasn't burned to a crisp by Talulah or pinned against a wall and crushed to death by that monster Kal'tsit carries around.
So, I seriously mean it, can't you just leave me alone? Having the bigger gun doesn't make what you say more righteous. Otherwise, I'd be the just about most righteous person here, what with how many people I've blown up.
While we're at it, Kal'tsit said so herself. We're on the same side right now.
I'm on your side.
I even have a recording right here. Wanna take a listen?

Rosmontis : ......
Why are you in such a rush?

W : Huh? What, kid, do you read minds or something? Then how come you still don't believe me?
Of course I'm in a rush! If I don't kill Talulah soon, everyone I care about is gonna die!
The Sarkaz mercenaries have a fatal flaw. They don't ever give the situation any thought unless they're out to kill someone.
Tell them to do something, and they'll do it, no questions asked. They don't care about themselves, and they don't care about other people's lives at all, let alone their own.
My point is, if I don't go fetch them soon, they'll all be dead.

Shieldguard : You can convince them?

W : Let's save that till Talulah's dead.
Alright, you've wasted enough of my time already. Move aside, will you?

Rhodes Island Guard? : ......

W : You, let me say just one thing.
Make his death mean something.

Rhodes Island Guard? : ——
Do I really have that right?

Rosmontis : You do.

W : Yeah, you do. You're still around because of everything my old pals did.

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...Ah...!
Fine, enough! Rosmontis, let her go!

Rosmontis : You mean she's telling the truth? She protected Amiya and everyone else?

Rhodes Island Guard? : Trust me, and trust her this once. Just this once.

Rosmontis : Okay.

W : So I'm good to go?

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...Scram!
Don't ever let me see you again.
—Don't ever let me see you again!

W : Well, thanks, and don't worry. If I screw this up, you sure as hell won't ever see me again.
So, looks like they're fine with it. What do you say, guerrillas?

Shieldguard : ......
The Captain told us you can't be trusted.

W : I think the old boy's right. I've told way too many lies. Truths, too. It's definitely not easy to pick anything meaningful out of my words.
I can't do anything about the way you guys see me, right?
But no one wants to blow her up more than I do, I can promise you that.
I'll also say this: you should stop staring at other people's backs so much. You don't get it. You have no idea just what went down with the devils.
You have no idea what my mercenaries died for. So, don't you dare look at me like that.
Ha. Did you people give the dragon lady that look too?

Shieldguard : ——
Going by your wounds, I can see you've already fought Talulah.

W : Haha. Well, look at the eyes on this guy! Only took you about ten minutes.
That's right. I fought her. And I lost.

Shieldguard : You're pretty heavily injured, you had your ass handed to you. What are you even hoping to accomplish?

W : I'm alive. That's good enough. If the Rhodes Island bunny can't deal with her, then I'll give it another go and blow Talulah up again.

Shieldguard : You don't stand a chance against her.
If you want to die, suit yourself. We won't get in the way.

W : Buddy, I know how to take detours. You know I do.
I certainly didn't expect to see you guys running around with Rhodes Island, but I actually went out of my way to come meet you here. I'm here to save your lives.
Have you seen the bodies of my poor brothers strewn all around the ground here? Take a good look.
My brothers, there's more than just civilians and Reunion folks left in the city.
The Ursus soldiers are wearing our clothes.

Shieldguard : We've come across them already, and we are more than rea—

W : More than ready? Seriously?

Shieldguard : Go climb a tree.

W : I'm just trying to tell you the truth, and you know I don't do that often. You better not be ready to die.
If Talulah's doing all this, she clearly doesn't give a damn about Reunion at all. She wants Reunion to die right here.
Anyway, this is where we say our goodbyes. If luck's on our side, maybe all of us will still be alive when this is over.
And if you don't believe me, then believe in your own luck, by all means.
So let's all hope it's good.

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : We're almost to the sarcophagus core.
......

Doctor : Are you worried about something?

Kal'tsit : I'm worried I won't be able to protect you.
Actually, Dr. {nickname}, there will come a day I won't be able to protect you.
First, there's simply far more factions than anticipated fighting against each other. Their penchant for violence is no less destructive than the Catastrophes, and not only will that present unexpected problems, it will also bring with it deaths that we simply could not have anticipated.
Even if we knew everything, it doesn't necessarily mean we would be able to change everything. It's precisely this that gave rise to so many tragedies, and it's also the beginning of many journeys.
Secondly, Dr. {nickname}...
Are you really worthy of my protection?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Another one of your riddles?!

Kal'tsit : I'm just putting on some pressure with information asymmetry.
Of course, Cautuses will bite if it comes down to it.
But if I just handed you the answer, it'd only make you be even more suspicious of the truth. You have to either fight for the truth yourself or wait for the answer to reveal itself.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Kal'tsit : You won't answer me.
I can tell... After all, this is the person you used to be.
But you aren't the same. Dr. {nickname}, promise me you aren't the person you once were.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You don't think I'm worth protecting, Dr. Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : Well.
Have I ever placed a curse on you, Dr. {nickname}? You broke the curse, and now you're using it on me?
Whether you are worthy or not is not for me to decide.
Even if you aren't worthy, I will still do it. As for why, I suppose I will just have to tell you later on.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : —The Herd!

Sarkaz Herd : Where you two going?
Home? H-Ho-Home?

Kal'tsit : ......
One thing is clear. All the Sarkaz mercenaries in the core have turned.
All operators, switch your self-cleansing devices on.
Protect yourselves before you try to protect anyone else.
Amiya... Are you really going to carry the burden of this unfortunate race's fate?

After operation

Summary

Kal'tsit and the Doctor run into Mephisto, now transformed into a monster, in the core of the sarcophagus.

<Background 2>

Rhodes Island Operator : This herd is incredibly tough.
Not only do these mutated Sarkaz Infected have much better healing capabilities than normal possessed Infected, they are much more intelligent, too.
But that still doesn't give us a way to actually talk to them. They all seem so... strange. Like they're all in some place else.
Not only that, this type of mutation is an accident waiting to happen. The crystals form way too fast.

Kal'tsit : The concentration of crystal dust in the air is the highest right here.
That probably means that whoever is controlling the Herd here has most likely taken over the sarcophagus of the Chernobog core city already.
Things are always happening in places we don't have our eyes on.

Rhodes Island Operator : I really can't even begin to imagine what we'll be facing from here on out.
...I don't mind getting an earful for this, Doctor, but I have to say this. This is way too difficult.
What we are doing might just be suicide. And, most importantly, I really don't think we have what it takes to save this city and Lungmen.

Doctor : Let's not demoralize ourselves. / ...... / There are still things we need to do.

Kal'tsit : Chard, if memory serves, you have a family, don't you?

Chard : I'm surprised you remember, Doctor. You got one detail wrong, though. My wife and my daughter don't care about me anymore, so I don't really have one.

Kal'tsit : Chard, have you ever thought about seeing them, and start living with them once again?

Chard : I dreamed about it.

Kal'tsit : The first step to turning your dreams into reality is to give yourself the chance to dream.
Stopping Chernobog isn't going to make life any harder for the Infected.
Give your daughter a chance, Chard. Give her the chance to see her father again.

Chard : ......
I'll do as you say, Doctor.

<Background 3>

Doctor : You're just taking him for a ride.

Kal'tsit : What I said may have been a lie. I don't think the world is going to become a better place overnight, and there's basically no way the Infected will get to go back to their previous lives.
But what I said could also be the truth.
Suppose we leave this place right now. He will never have the chance to see his daughter again, regardless of whether his family or he himself die of other causes in the events that will transpire.
And suppose we aren't able to solve the problem we are facing right now. Most broader academic research will forever remain theories and nothing more.
The successes of those who put in the work is what gives us the right to continue.
There are countless people trying to revolutionize the system for the Infected, but all it takes is one failure, and not only will they forever lose the right to try that, we will never again have that opportunity again.
If you need a more suitable metaphor, consider the concept, "life".
...Each time a major operation ends in success, we live to see another day. On the other hand, failure means death.
There is no such thing as coming back from the dead in science.
We only have one chance to save our lives. We will come to face many disasters, and it will be the end of us each time an accident happens. That's both ourselves individually or Rhodes Island as a whole.
Disasters like Chernobog are bound to happen again and again. If we fail to solve a problem like that even once, we will die.
On one hand, we have to stop the disease before it catches up and overwhelms all of us. On the other hand, we need to save ourselves from within this storm.
I'm not singing Rhodes Island's praises. Not too much, at least. It's just, right here, right now, this is a problem that only we can handle.
Most of us only get to live once. Once our lives are lost, it's gone forever.

Doctor : You mean there are people who gets to live several lives?

Kal'tsit : Uh, that's not really what I'm trying to say. What I mean is that there are people who haven't ever treasured their own lives.
There are a lot of people who have never been around anything normal ever since they were born. Twisted places will only bear twisted fruits.
The reason there is so much malice in Chernobog is precisely because there has always been malice not kept in check there.
Malice, or more precisely, all those chains of malice aren't going to disappear on their own.
Each destruction, each killing might only have been caused by a modicum of desire. In a lawless land, barbarism is simply left to breed rampantly on its own, and that is how it becomes the law of the land.
And this kind of law is much stronger than the law you'd find in the cities. It's simply indestructible.
That's violence. The violence that flows in our blood veins comes from the parts of us left untamed by civilization.
Listen.
Did you hear that...?
...Singing...?
How peculiar. Originium Arts don't usually interfere with my senses at all.
All operators, put on your protective equipment!
Dr. {nickname}, something terrible might be happening.
Based on the chaos we've seen along the way, we probably would've reached this conclusion all the same, but I'm afraid what we are about to face might be far worse than what we could ever have imagined.

Doctor : Has it ever gone any other way?

Kal'tsit : I wouldn't say it's always a foregone conclusion.
Perhaps someone has placed a curse on either us or this city. That being said, curses can be broken.
If you plant the seeds of evil, the flowers of evil will blossom, bearing fruits of evil. If we water the earth with goodwill, then even if this parcel of land doesn't get any better... at least it wouldn't meet such a dreadful fate and be buried by a tragedy like this.
It's a shame...
......

「You look in the same direction as Kal'tsit. 」

??? : ......

Kal'tsit : It's a shame that, as far as I know, evil is a vicious cycle that will only breed even worse malice, and fate is rarely kind to those who are kind at heart.
I can't allow you to bring about yet another nightmare, Infected.

Operation story: R8-11

Before operation

Summary

The most terrifying violence in Ursus befalls the young leader, bringing death, fear, and greetings from the darkest depths of the shadows.

<Background black>

「Hui-chieh:
The snow hasn't melted. And spring hasn't come.
It feels like this next spring is never going to arrive.
Each time I lift my head up to see the candlelight, I just cannot help but to reach my hand out to put it out, only to light it up anew in the darkness.
Please go away soon, winter. If you don't go away soon, we'll be buried by all this snow.
Please, I beg of you.
February 21st 」

<Background 1>

Infected Fighter : Talulah, is something wrong?

Talulah : ......
What?

Infected : You've been pretty gloomy the past couple months. Did something happen?

Talulah : Nothing... nothing at all.

Infected : I haven't spent that much time with everyone here, but going by what I've heard from the others, I got the impression you used to be a bit more... energetic?

Shieldguard : Hey, watch it, buddy. Talulah's not often down in the crowd like this. Why don't you try repeating what you just said to the captain and see if he appreciates it?

Infected : Yeah, can't say I have the balls.

Talulah : Patriot isn't as scary as it sounds. The Shieldguards are all like this. Don't let it get to you.
He just hasn't been talking much because of his throat problems lately... and his silence can be intimidating.
As for how I'm doing... Don't worry.
Yeah... I just have a lot going on in my mind. Our team is getting closer and closer to the Ursus cities. and there's a lot we need to thrash out. I probably gave you that impression because I've been really trying to rack my brain.

Infected : Yeah, you're right. We're running low on provisions, and we don't have enough manpower. If this goes on, we aren't going to last much longer.

Talulah : That's right, and that's why we need to pay extra attention to what all the outside forces are up to.
First of all, we need to make contact with the local Infected groups and diaspora as soon as we can.
And aside from that, there are bound to be people trying to track us down... If we take even one wrong step and fall into their trap, all of us will have end up in a snowy grave.

Infected : That doesn't sound good.

Talulah : Of course it doesn't, but as long as we plan our route carefully, we won't find ourselves in that situation.
...So that's why, the most important task we have at hand is to minimize our losses.
Breaking up our teams might conceal our movement better, but then communications will become a problem.

Infected : Oh, right, we can't use those comms we took from the Ursus. We don't have their transmitters.

Talulah : This will put our liaisons and recon units in unnecessary danger.
It's a drain on resources to train someone to use the guerrillas' code words. If we want distribute whole sets of comms to everyone, we'll need to get our hands on the prototype somehow...

Yeti Squad Member : Talulah... Talulah! Our recon units were ambushed!

Infected : That's nothing. Why do you need her to clean you...

Yeti Squad Member : Shut up! This is nothing like what we've faced! Poor bastard fell over before any of us even figured out who the enemy was!
They pinpointed our recon caster and ambushed him with exact precision! We've never seen anything like that from the patrol units...!

Talulah : Whenever something concerns our teammates, we can't just brush it aside.
Yeti, take me there.
Shieldguard, we might've encountered an Ursus Army platoon. Come with me.

Shieldguard : Yes, ma'am!

Talulah : Remember, even if they are just an advance team, be extra careful. If something goes wrong, we might have a large-scale retaliation waiting for us. We need to avoid that at all costs!

Shieldguard : Understood!

Talulah : Runner, inform Patriot immediately!

<Background fades out and in>

Yeti Squad Member : Tell FrostNova right away—Ugh! Ah, *cough*...!

Infected : Kondrasha!!
You!

Shieldguard : Hang in there, Yeti!

Yeti Squad Member : Aghh!!

Shieldguard : What...? What just happened?! Quick! S-Set him down here! Take that goddamned spear out!
(...What's going on? The black spear... grew out of his body?!)
(No, it can't be... The Empire's monsters?! What are they doing here?!)

??? : *Hiss*...

Infected : Ngh, ugh... Ungh!
What? Think you're all that?!
I'll show you what for! Let's go! Get him!

Shieldguard : Stop...!

Infected : What are you doing? Why are you stopping me?!

Shieldguard : You have no idea... You have no idea what you're facing! You don't even know what exactly he is, and you want to get yourself killed?!

??? : *Hiss*...

Infected : What are you so freaked out for?! We've got this many people on our side!

Shieldguard : (Smashes shield into the ground)

Infected : Ugh?!

Shieldguard : Do you want to get yourself killed?!
...That's...
That's the goddamned Ursus Royal Guard!

<Background 1>

Royal Guard? : ...To think the Shieldguards have fallen this low.
Take my advice. Kill yourselves now.

Shieldguard : All Shieldguards, back in formation! Protect the other soldiers!
Remember! Don't give him any openings!

Royal Guard? : *Hiss*...
There is fear abound in the air.
The Infected next to you isn't ready at all.

Infected : ...I...

Shieldguard : Don't be afraid! The more afraid you are, the more likely he will kill you!
He may attack at any moment! Eyes open! Don't take your eyes off of him for even one second!

Royal Guard? : ......
Looks like I'm leaving empty-handed again. These three cities need to be cut off from the information net for being completely useless.
Infected.

Infected : Ugh, ugh...! What are you so smug for?! You...

Royal Guard? : Surrender to the local garrison, or I will slice all your mouths and noses off and bringing them with me.

Infected : M-Mouths and noses... Isn't that...
...The Liches... The Facerending Liches! I-I thought that was just a made up fairy tale...?!
You mean... we are looking at them right now?! The Liches that slice faces off of bodies after killing everyone, leaving behind nothing but a bunch of nameless corpses in the forest?!
How long have these guys been around...? I first heard the story... T-They could only be Liches!

Shieldguard : No, they aren't legends, and they aren't the Demons in the fairy tales! They're murderers and executioners!

Infected : How are we even supposed to fight Liches?! We are no match for these guys! We're just people, just normal people!

Royal Guard? : The Infected... called himself normal.
*Huff*...

Infected : ...You... You...
Help... Help me...

Shieldguard : Don't run away!
All of you, stay right where you are! You'll die if you run!

Infected : He's not even human! How are we supposed—

Shieldguard : I'll kill anyone who runs!

Infected : What?!

Shieldguard : Like it or not, you're now in the same boat as everyone else. If the defense line falls, everyone will die!
They are nowhere as terrifying as you think. They're still made of flesh and blood! Not even the Royal Guards can take down the Shieldguards' layers of defense without a tough fight...
...But if you're scared, you will become their breakthrough. They'll start with you when the killing starts!

Royal Guard? : We're both among the strongest forces in Ursus, and yet the Shieldguards choose to oppose us and stand with the Infected. How foolish.
These are truly unfortunate times.

Shieldguard : He's unsheathing his blade! Shieldguards, shields up!! Hold!

Royal Guard? : ......

Shieldguard : ......

Royal Guard? : *Hiss*...

Shieldguard : ...He... He's not attacking?

Royal Guard? : ...Something is burning. I can smell it.

Infected : Ahh... My body's starting to warm up...
—Could it be... she's here?!
She's here! She's here! Relax, everyone, she's here! Even the Liches are no match for her flames!

Shieldguard : ...Don't let your guard down! The Royal Guards aren't...

??? : You wanted to bring whose what back with you now?!

Royal Guard? : *Huff*...

??? : You hurt my people. If you turn to violence, then we will return the favor—

[Talulah appears, but... ]

Talulah : With violence—
......

Royal Guard? : I see you.
3, 7, 22, 36. [Code words], [Code words].

Talulah : ...What are the Ursus Royal Guards... doing here?!

Royal Guard? : *Huff*...

Shieldguard : Talulah... You shouldn't have come. You should've waited for the Captain...!

Royal Guard? : You want to know why we are here.
We are here because we are looking for the duke's daughter. In other words, you. We need to assess the situation.

「The sound of the snow falling to the ground is crisp and clear. 」

Talulah : What did you just call me?

Royal Guard? : The duke's daughter, and bear this in mind. Given your social standing, surely there are more civilized vocabularies you could use to refer to us.

Infected : Huh?

Talulah : ...Whose daughter did you just call me?

Royal Guard? : You deny the truth, as you are wont to.

Talulah : You think I'm the daughter of a snake?!

Royal Guard? : Anger... and it stems from your irritation... You want to run away from the truth.

Talulah : The "Emperors' Blade"...? *Spit*! You came all the way here today to mock me? Or are you here to kill me?!

Royal Guard? : *Hiss*.

Shieldguard : —Protect Talulah!
(My brothers! The Royal Guards may be fierce, but there's only one of them! We have Talulah leading the charge, and we'll hold the line! With the rest of you supporting us, we'll definitely...)
(...My Infected brothers?)

Infected : ......
(The duke's daughter? What is he talking about?)

"Emperors' Blade" : *Hiss*.
You didn't tell them who you really are.
Is this part of your plan?

Infected : ...Plan...? What plan?

Shieldguard : How dare you mock her?!

Talulah : You better watch who you are talking to before you try to provoke someone and turn people against her, executioner. My identity has nothing to do with the goal we are working toward here.

"Emperors' Blade" : You can only turn one against another if there existed trust between them in the first place. I doubt there is any trust between you and the rest of them.
I can only surmise... You believe the trust they have for you will remain unscathed even after they come to know who you really are.

Talulah : All that coming from a masked villain that carries out covert massacres at the Ursus Empire's behest? I'm afraid no one here needs to be criticized by your kind.

"Emperors' Blade" : Your words are strong... and confident.
If this is as you expected... Very well, I must reassess the situation.
I bid you goodbye, then. Remember this well. There is one thing we share with the people standing around you.
We have no trust in you. You must take action to earn even the tiniest trickle of trust.

Talulah : ......
Stop.

"Emperors' Blade" : *Hiss*... You have a question?

Talulah : You attacked my people. You know we are here.

"Emperors' Blade" : Am I perhaps misunderstanding you?

Talulah : Who are you trying to rat our secrets out to?

"Emperors' Blade" : *Huff*...
Which secret?

Talulah : Soldiers, we can't let him give away our location!

Shieldguard : (Talulah, are you confident... you can defeat a Royal Guard?)

Talulah : (If we don't do this, we'll face even more losses down the line... We'll have the Patrol Unit and even the Ursus army hunting us down day and night!)
(It takes the Royal Guards time to respond to our actions.)
(Only if we bring the enemy in front of us under control now will we have the choice between retreating or pressing forward later. If we want to be able to pick, we have to act now!)
Besides, while we may need to raise our guards against him, we have no reason to fear him. He represents fear, but fear doesn't stand a chance against our anger for our unjust treatment.

Shieldguard : —She's right. The guerrillas have no reason to fear the empire's murderers.
How can we still call ourselves the Aegis of the Infected if we just tremble in fear? A lone man is no match for all of us, united! He's just a lone executioner, nothing more!

"Emperors' Blade" : You are mistaken about one thing... I am not here alone.
There is one more of us behind you.

Shieldguard : ......

「A figure wearing a large overcoat stands solemnly on the path Talulah just took.
Each and every flake of white snow, falling from the gray sky up above, abruptly turns black as it lands on his coat, before disintegrating and scattering across the ground as ashes. 」

<Background 1>

Talulah : There's two of them...?

Shieldguard : So what? Just the two of you trying to cut off the dozens of us? Ridiculous!

"Emperors' Blade" : Daughter of Kashchey, allow me to postulate that you've come to the following conclusion: Your peers will not be suspicious of you merely because of your identity.
Then let us verify the results. If your judgment proves incorrect, then the promise your father made to us shall be considered void.

Infected : What is he talking about...?

Shieldguard : ......
What are you people daydreaming about?!
Snap out of it! They're not just after Talulah!

Infected : ...What?!

Shieldguard : Do you think these murderers will just let the rest of us go once she's dead?
Protect Talulah!

Talulah : No... Protect the soldiers!
First, push them back! After that, secure a way out! Finally, protect yourselves!
Don't think too hard about it all right now! Just do everything you can to stay alive!
After all... there is nothing we can do if we aren't alive. If they kill us here, it'll all be over!
Live!

"Emperors' Blade" : What you said could not be more different than how your father would see it.
...I am afraid you may only prove to be a disappointment, leader of the Northern Tundra Infected.

Talulah : I'm not a leader.
I am just... an Infected. I have no reason to impress you.

After operation

Summary

Even the Emperor's Royal Guard cannot shake Patriot with their darkness and terror. The young leader does not shy away from violence, but the shadow she carries never gives up the will to consume her.

<Background 1>

Talulah : Ugh... Get the... hell away!

[Talulah uses her Arts against one of the Emperor's Blades. ]

"Emperors' Blade" : Such potential!
*Hiss*...! I should take my hat off to you!
Alas, I forgot to bring my cap with me today.

Talulah : Haah... haah...

"Emperors' Blade" : It's pointless to keep fighting.
We are merely protectors of Ursus. You may take you men with you. Live on as the protector of these Infected if that is your wish. Let us take what we must to realize our respective goals. I find that reasonable.

Talulah : You call yourself a protector... but who did you ever protect...?!

"Emperors' Blade" : All nations have men who call themselves protectors. There are many things that need to be protected, and also far too many men who call themselves protectors.
Most of them are corrupt and incompetent, yet the rest of us excel precisely because of the things we protect.
We are protecting Ursus's future.

Talulah : You think that will cover up everything you've done?!
You've committed more crimes than anyone can ever count. You drove Simonch City into the lakes, and not a single person got out of that Elafia village—
I can name all the atrocities you've committed one by one and let the whole world know all that you've done!!
And you dare to brag to me about your country's will...? Your foolishness will one day be crushed by reality!

"Emperors' Blade" : ......
All societies will at some point have to bring out their lashes and whip their laziest and most simpleminded members. That being said, we are blades, not whips.
If cutting off branches that do nothing but suck the tree dry of nutrients was a crime, then yes, that makes us evil.
You said you will "expose" our "atrocities". That merely tells me you are unable to confront us, not to mention how likely the way you see things will change.
If I walk towards you, I suppose you will take a step back?

Shieldguard : Talulah...!

Talulah : Stay back! Protect the soldiers!

"Emperors' Blade" : Ursus's beneficence is of equal weight to its devilries. When you stand up against our evil deeds, you must also face all the good that we have done.
All of it.
A nation cannot be measured by good or evil. Nothing is worthy of discussion on this metric.
...Perhaps it's not realistic to expect you to reach his heights and fully grasp his wisdom so soon.
But if everything is as he said, then perhaps we will come for your advice when that day comes.
Right now, aside the potential and the seeds hidden in you, you have nothing.
The empire isn't something you can understand, Vouivre.
Wait. Vouivre... No...
You... It can't be...

[A towering Sarkaz interrupts the talk between the Emperor's Blade and Talulah by striking the former... ]

"Emperors' Blade" : 36... [Code word]!
—Wendigo—

??? : Two Royal Guards by their lonesome aren't enough to kill me. If you want to make an enemy of me, you’d better bring a third man with you next time.

[...who is revealed to be none other than Patriot as he walks towards the Blade. ]

Shieldguard : Captain!
Shields forward! Push!

"Emperors' Blade" : No. Patriot. No.

Patriot : There are five Royal Guards here, counting the ones still trying to put up a fight with my daughter over on the other side.
The Royal Guards I knew would never waver or pussyfoot around! Tell me! How confident are you in your strength?!

"Emperors' Blade" : We don't want to be your enemy!
Wendigo... You are a legend known to a few of us in the Empire's army.
Even if the common folk of the nomadic cities have long forgotten, all of us still remember the tales our forebears told us.
You have my respect, Wendigo!

Patriot : ......

Shieldguard : Ah...

"Emperors' Blade" : ...So you follow her. Lying has become second nature to the soldiers of the tundras, it's hard to know what to believe.
......
So it's the truth, then. You are Infected.

Patriot : It shouldn't come as a surprise that I am fighting for the Infected.

"Emperors' Blade" : That's not right, Wendigo. This plan will fail.

Patriot : There are lots of Infected in the country.

"Emperors' Blade" : Fantasies do not come true just because more people believe in them.

Patriot : Before you write this off as a fantasy, how many of Ursus's defeats and victories have you personally participated in?

"Emperors' Blade" : You're right. My generation hasn't seen much action.
Therefore... I am inviting you to join us. Ursus Captain Buldrokkas'tee, I ask you to come with us. Ursus needs you.

Shieldguard : What's that?!

Talulah : ...What...

"Emperors' Blade" : Having fought under the command of the last emperor for over a hundred years, surely you must remember Ursus's greatness in those times.
Was it a prosperous and marvelous era?
Everyone united under the banner of Ursus regardless of race, and they all fought for its future. Enemies far and wide fell to our blades and cannon fire, and we stood undefeated in the battlefield.
I am far from the only one who wishes to return to those glorious times... All of us want to see again an era when all men are brothers and share the same deep hatred for their enemies.
We can bring all those greedy countries to part with the lands they stole, and give the downtrodden the chance to regain their dignity under the glory of Ursus. We conquer not to annihilate, but to rebuild.
We gave this world a new lease of life.
Let us rebuild that era. With all people united, facing all the storms that come our way together. I do believe it's far better than living your days on the tundra, toiling away.

<Background 1>

Shieldguard : Try saying that to the Ursus folk who toil so oppressed they can't lift up their heads!

"Emperors' Blade" : No one has it easy. Such is the cruelty of the times we live in. Life is difficult for Ursus citizens as well.
The lack of order, the loss of power, and the destruction of morals. These are all mistakes.
These are the mistakes that ruined Ursus, and we know where the problem lies.
We can fix these problems.

Shieldguard : ...Nonsense!

"Emperors' Blade" : You may ask your leader and see if he believes us.

Shieldguard : You...!

"Emperors' Blade" : Buldrokkas'tee, we can set Ursus on the right path.

Patriot : You’ve got one thing wrong. I am not the leader. Not anymore.
She is the leader. Ask her if she believes any of that.

"Emperors' Blade" : ......

Patriot : I fought with your fathers. Your strength and tactical acumen are no less impressive than theirs.
But you look at the Ursus of those times with rose-colored glasses. What you see is nothing more than your wild fantasies.

"Emperors' Blade" : You cannot deny the glory of that era. Everything you did tied you back to Ursus. Even your title symbolizes your desires and aspirations.

Patriot : Let me ask you this, then. Is there a place for the Infected in that Ursus you are trying to forge for this emperor?

Talulah : Those positions bestowed upon you as favors are just fickle illusions, nothing more, just like those fantasies of yours!

"Emperors' Blade" : Talulah... *Hiss*.
...You are right.
Perhaps things will be different with the help of you and your men.

Talulah : What are... you talking about?

"Emperors' Blade" : Blades do not make promises. Weapons do not ever make promises.
But I believe the Infected are a force that Ursus should've possessed in the first place.
All of you should strive to become a symbol of Ursus's glory. The Infected who oppose Ursus shall perish. As for all of you, if you are willing to take up arms for Ursus, it will be recognized as a glorious and noble deed.

「Talulah can hear the men whispering around her; the murmurs have never been louder. 」

Patriot : Just because I don't oppose your theories doesn't mean that I agree with them. Such simplicity is a kind of arrogance.
Perhaps you've come to enjoy having this kind of authority? The kind of freewheeling authority that tells you everything you do is to build a better future? What gives you the right to brag about glory?

"Emperors' Blade" : In that case, if you are fighting for the minority, on what basis are you saying you deserve the majority's endorsement? What is so righteous about your fight for the Infected?
Surely you will be able to give me an intelligent answer, Wendigo.

Patriot : —What does justice even have to do with how many people you got?
Royal Guard, I will ask you just one question. How many people actually loved the Emperor in those days? Was that number high, or low?

"Emperors' Blade" : Hfff...

Patriot : And did the Emperor's death have anything to do with you?

"Emperors' Blade" : If I answered, "It had nothing to do with us..."
...Hfff...
It looks like we won't be coming to an understanding.

Patriot : In any case, my liege has passed. Ursus now belongs to someone else, and what I follow now is merely an ideology.
—Her ideology.

「Patriot helps Talulah up as though she, too, is his family, both right at this moment and for the years to come, until the day when he loses her. 」

"Emperors' Blade" : *Hiss*...
Why her?

Patriot : Because we know each other well.
Perhaps the road you described is indeed a yellow brick road, but I'm afraid I've already made my decision. I chose the Infected.
A soldier serves his country and his beliefs, not its tyranny. That is why I will destroy this empire and ignite a war of righteousness.

"Emperors' Blade" : We, too, need the support of the Infected, and we are also fighting for a just cause.
Why do you refuse us, then?
Is it because you believe the path the "Reunion" is taking you is better than the unity and reform we seek? Because it's more efficient? Or is it perhaps because it hurts the Ursus common folk less?

Patriot : No, it's simply because the war has already begun, and I need to see it through to the end.
Even the Emperor I served, as benevolent and kind as he was, never accepted the Infected, and these promises are now nothing but lies to me.
If you could truly unite the Infected, then we wouldn't have a war.

"Emperors' Blade" : It is our hope the Infected will unite under your lead.

Patriot : If you actually wanted to unite them, you wouldn't need me.
Enough, Royal Guards.
I've already walked the path you are singing praises of, and that's why I don't believe there are any "better choices" out there. If you tell me you had that kind of foresight, it just tells me you haven't yet faced the irony of fate.
One day you will understand. Just like the twenty Royal Guards who died in the Valley of the Setting Sun. They were killed in the tundras and at the hands of foes of other races. It's much better than dying at the hands of your countrymen.
Royal Guards, I am a traitor. I betrayed the Empire. There is no room for us to reconcile.

<Background 1>

"Emperors' Blade" : A declaration is nothing more than that, a declaration.
Even if that is what you believe, Wendigo, what about the people standing behind you? Will they trust her as much as you do?
Even if they revere your might and your honesty, how will you assure them they are not just worshipping a powerful idol?
Is an evil idol able to shelter them better, or is an idol who lets herself be trampled upon more preferable?

Patriot : I hope you aren't trying to use the former as a metaphor for someone whom I respect.

"Emperors' Blade" : Reality is far colder than the flurries of the Northwestern Tundra, Wendigo. Once you lose power... you'll find yourself at the mercy of those who are capable. And the first ones to make that move might not be your enemies.
Perhaps they know not who Kashchey is, but they know what a duke is, and they know the duke's daughter will one day become the duchess.
The people around you are not like how you see them. Her strength will one day come to rival yours, she will be no less resourceful, and her cunning will be on another level.

Patriot : I take it you are complimenting her?

"Emperors' Blade" : No, Wendigo, no... You haven't been an Ursus citizen long enough. You don't understand. I am talking about Kashchey.

Patriot : Just because one inherits the knowledge of corruption doesn't mean they too will fall to it. The footmarks she left on the tundras is proof that she won't meet the same fate as the old snake.

"Emperors' Blade" : *Hiss*... *Huff*...
...I've heard stories that you dote on young people, or perhaps pamper is the better term.

Patriot : I will always have respect for those that are truly worth respecting, now and always, from the moment they were born and through the years, even after their deaths.

Patriot : Leave.

"Emperors' Blade" : Buldrokkas'tee...

Patriot : Leave. Right now.
I won't hold it against you for attacking our soldiers for the time being, or I could kill you two right now, wait for the Royal Guards to come and collect your bodies, and go to war with them until only one side remains—
—Even if we find ourselves on the losing side.

"Emperors' Blade" : ...Ah. Wendigo... I'm afraid I cannot spill any more secrets.
Our warning isn't merely a rhetorical tool, Buldrokkas'tee.
We can only mourn for you.

Patriot : When we find ourselves fighting against each other on the battlefield, I should find myself mourning for you instead.

"Emperors' Blade" : That day won't come, Wendigo. That day won't come.
Farewell, "Patriot". This day has been unfruitful. How regretful.
I should add, Talulah... We look forward to seeing your improvement on the battlefield.
You should lead them. You are more than up to the task.

<Background fades out and in>

[FrostNova rushes to Patriot's side after the Blades left. ]

FrostNova : Daddy...!

Patriot : Yelena!

FrostNova : Hah, haah... We... we fought them off... together with the Yetis... Haah...
We fought off one of them...! But did they... retreat on purpose?
Was there... five of them altogether? I couldn't... protect my team by myself...

Patriot : You did fine. You will do better next time.

FrostNova : I will! Definitely...!
...What happened here? Why is everyone...?
Talulah? What happened to... the Shieldguards?

Shieldguard : ...Captain... what they said just now...

Patriot : They traced some imaginary tracks in history. From that, they determined that the future will be the same as the past, that their statuses decide what the future will hold. That is itself a kind of arrogance.
I can vouch for her, but I am sure not everyone can come to accept this just yet, so I ask you to keep this under wraps for the time being.

Shieldguard : We know! We all understand! We all know what kind of a person Talulah is.
......
But... were they telling the truth?

FrostNova : Don't tell me...
...What are you thinking? You already said it yourself! A person's upbringing can't determine how you see—

Talulah : It's true.

FrostNova : Talulah...

Shieldguard : ......

Talulah : I was raised by the nobles to one day take over.
There's your answer. Anything else?

Patriot : My leader.

Talulah : Please, Patriot, I told you not to call me that. Let's pack it up here... Faust and the crossbowmen still have training after this. You're joining them, aren't you?
As long as you do not disappoint with your character, I will support you until the very end.

Talulah : Yeah.

FrostNova : Talulah... My dad supports you.

Talulah : I won't tell you to do the same for me, Yelena.

FrostNova : *Sigh*. You don't really think—

Talulah : Give me a piece of candy.

FrostNova : Here. I never thought you'd ask me for one of these.

Talulah : Hm, let's get going.
Let's pack it up, everyone. If you want to know more, I'll tell you everything...
......
Soldiers...?

Infected : ......

<Background black>

「Talulah…
What is it that you are planning? 」

Operation story: M8-8

Before operation

Summary

Those in a group face the future with the support of others, while loners know only the taste of lonely freedom.

<Background 1>

Shieldguard : The Ursus assholes are hiding amongst the Infected and the mercenaries! They are disguised as Reunion! Keep an eye out!
Unless you see paint somewhere on their body, don't let a single one of them get away! If they even dare to take a step inside, kill them on the spot!

Rhodes Island Guard? : The Reunion folks are only here because they were talked into this mess! Do we really have to kill them?

Shieldguard : Save that question for yourself. We'll see what you think in a few minutes when you find yourself getting stabbed in the back!

Rhodes Island Operator : Guard, the enemy's putting up way too much of a fight! Reunion isn't supposed to have this kind of firepower!

Rhodes Island Guard? : Then what kind of firepower are they supposed to have?!!

Shieldguard : If we were able to give all of our mortar gunners the newest weapons, we probably could've taken the city down directly without the Catastrophe.
They don't care about covering their tracks anymore! They're trying to rush inside at all costs!

Phantom Crossbowman : If that's the case, why didn't Talulah keep them close to her?

Shieldguard : Because she's afraid! She's afraid we'd see through their identities and their plans!

Rhodes Island Operator : Not even she would be able to cover everything up if there were too many people. Besides, those aren't the kind of weapons you can just pick up and take around.
They probably had all those weapons stashed across the core city long ago just for times like these when everything falls apart!

Shieldguard : They were designed to deal with us from the start! They want to kill all of us. But they're wrong! We will be the ones doing the killing today, not them!
Hold the line! Forward!

Rhodes Island Operator : What are you doing?! You want to... leave the battlefront?

Shieldguard : Rhodes Island, take a better look!
We are the battlefront! Wherever we are, that's where the battlefront is! Forward!

Reunion Member : That isn't going to work! Our teams can't keep up!

Shieldguard : We'll hold the line and find an opportunity to take them out. Then you'll keep up!

Rhodes Island Guard? : Phantom Crossbowmen, can you do this?

Phantom Crossbowman : ......
We don't really have much of an advantage without the captain.

Shieldguard : But you can do it!

Phantom Crossbowman : Right.
Captain Faust was willing to throw his life away for the rest of us.
...If Rhodes Island's rabbit can really help us get revenge for him, we're more than willing to put our lives on the line!

Rosmontis : No.
You don't need to.

Phantom Crossbowman : You're... from Rhodes Island...

Rosmontis : I just need to bomb their position directly, right?
Raidian, if you are reading this, help me jam their signals.
I just need their headphones to blow up for a moment. Yep, just the sound, not an actual explosion.
You can blow their ears up too if you want.
Okay, in five seconds?
Four seconds, Phantom Crossbowmen. Get ready.

Phantom Crossbowman : What?!

Rosmontis : Three. Guard, have your team break up.

Rhodes Island Guard? : ...I'll trust you this once.

Rosmontis : Shieldguards, take your shields down.

Shieldguard : You'll be out in the open!

Rosmontis : It's okay.

Reunion Member : But, the guerrillas...

Rosmontis : One.

Shieldguard : If someone's willing to put their life on the line for us, then we'll put our lives on the line for her too!

Phantom Crossbowman : Look, all the bastards pretending to be Reunion passed out all of a sudden!

Rosmontis : Three.

「There is a question that Guard has asked himself many, many times. He finds himself wondering this once again.
There are many operators in Rhodes Island with astounding powers, and, with those powers, they can easily influence the outcome of the battle. How should he look upon these formidable allies?
Once, he got an answer from Ace. He got another answer from Scout. And now he found yet another answer in Rosmontis.
As her massive swords begin to bear down on the enemy's artillery, and as the Sarkaz mercenaries begin to raise the crossbows in their hands, Guard can't help but yell out of his lungs: 」

Rhodes Island Guard? : Shieldguards! Shields up! Protect Rosmontis!

「Together, they are a squad. They need to be protected, they need cooperation, and they need understanding.
They are people. People who are fighting gallantly, just like him. 」

Shieldguard : Got them! You've got pretty sharp eyes, kid.

Rosmontis : Thanks, Guard.

Rhodes Island Guard? : Don't thank me. Just keep doing what you're doing.

Rosmontis : All Shieldguards, squad members, and Infected...
And my friend... my family...
We will make it home. We will defeat them, and Amiya will defeat Talulah. Then, we'll all go home, together.

<Background 2>

「Where am I?
I should go back.
It's a little cold...
What's up with those black shadows?
Oh, I remember now. They were freezing to death, so I gave them something.
Ugh... It's cold here.
What did I give them?
I don't remember. I think it was something important. I think someone might've told me to never give it to anyone else.
But then... why did I give it away to them?
Was it not important to me? Probably not. If it gets too cold, I would probably disappear too.
......
I know why.
It's because that's what my friends would do.
My friends... 」

<Background fades out>

「There was a guy who was really strict. I wonder if he saw me as a friend.
There was someone who sang to me. It's been a long time since I heard her sing.
There was someone who looked really scary. But she makes really good food.
There was a girl. She was the dearest to me. She was the one who told me where I could go. But... I don't understand. I really don't understand.
There was also someone who rarely talked at all. 」

<Background fades in>

「Something is coming.
There are lots of black shadows.
What are they doing?
Do they want my life too?
Right. Life.
Life... is precious.
Is that so?
Is life useful at all?
The black shadows are getting really close.
...Are they here to take my life away? 」

<Background 2>

Doctor : Just what... is that?

Kal'tsit : Take a step back, Doctor. Don't get any closer.
We got here too late.

「That is an Infected no longer.
It's something else. 」

Kal'tsit : ...Poor fellow.
Even I have only seen a case like this just once.
The caster and the victims were fused together. Their bodies and Originium formed a mountain, and from it bloomed a kind of really fragile flower.
The dust spread in the wind, and whoever that traveled through that cursed place found themselves infected—
—Not only that, but anyone who was unfortunate enough became new hosts and ended up spreading the suffering and death.

Doctor : It doesn't sound like you're just talking about the past.

Kal'tsit : Rhetorics would merely be insults to this tragedy. Everything that I say is the truth.
The source of the infection was as lively as poison. Its effect on life doesn't stop naturally.
At the time, I swore to myself that I would keep something like that from ever happening again.
Yet things rarely turn out the way you want them. I've come to notice that these things will just keep happening over and over right before my eyes.

??? : (Low moans)

Kal'tsit : ...It seems like it's fallen into a deep sleep. It's just venting unconsciously.
That Sarkaz herd was probably not under its control only because it wasn't trying to control them in the first place.
Freedom.
It's ironic. To think that a herd could be free.

??? : (Humming)

Kal'tsit : !
I knew it. This is the culprit of the Originium dust superspreader event.
——
This isn't good. If this is how all the Sarkaz herd are going to turn out, the losses will be beyond measure.
Its dust isn't just some simple Originium Arts anymore. It might even infect normal people.
It wasn't pretty, the Originium clusters blooming across the cities. If I can help it, I don't want to see anything like that ever again.
Dr. {nickname}. We need to subdue that thing first. Stop the herd from growing, and prevent the infection from spreading.

<Background 2>

Doctor : Is that...?

Kal'tsit : You know what that is?

Doctor : Yeah. / Can't say for sure. / No.

Kal'tsit : ......
Doctor, I don't know what's going on in your mind.
Dr. {nickname}, I'm a doctor, not a judge.
This world is suffering from a disease. If no one treats it, what do you think will happen?
Of course, living things usually have immune systems, and suppose the world does as well, it might be able to recover from the disease on its own...
But we can't live in an even more barren world. That will only cause it to weaken, and we will die because of that.
As for the Infected before us...

??? : (Hissing sounds)

Kal'tsit : Let me get this out of the way. Even if a disease is seen as untreatable, to us doctors, death is far from a foregone conclusion.
"Until an effective cure is found, the patient's life is under serious threat." That's how we see it.
There is one thing that a doctor will never believe—even if it's what the whole world believes—
"The disease is untreatable."
That's an excuse. And one that should never be used by us doctors.
It doesn't matter what kind of predicaments we find ourselves in. I will never use my medical knowledge in any manner that can be concerned inhumane. From the moment all life is born, they all possess dignity.
No matter how society at large sees them, treating patients with Oripathy will always be my calling.
That is why I will never give up on life, especially those that can be cured.
Yet we as doctors will never deny that there are precautions that must be undertaken to prevent diseases from reaching even more people.
The Infected cannot become the tools of others. No one may control other lives.
...If I don't do anything at all, that will become a goal, a weapon, an excuse. If we leave it be, then we won't be able to take our revenge against Ursus.
On the contrary, Ursus's wounds will become the wounds of others.
We cannot leave a struggle of pain simply be.
There are some diseases that normal medical personnel cannot cure.
All the things that the world imposed on them will only rain down on others several times over every now and then.
—That's about everything a doctor can do.
If we are to save even more lives...

??? : (Whining sounds)

Kal'tsit : Then we need to make a decision.

「Silence.
The operators' breathing can be heard clearly through the filtration systems they are wearing. 」

Kal'tsit : Which is why, our goal is without a doubt undeniable.
Dr. {nickname}, we need to halt the Core City's power supply, but before that, to prevent another Catastrophe from happening, we need to take care of the herd that's growing in numbers by the minute.
Mon3tr, arise!
...We don't have much time left. With how it turned out... we can't even say we are delivering anyone from harm. The Sarkaz herd's fate is sealed.

<Background 2>

「All Kal'tsit can do is stand there in silence and stare at the white crystalline being that can no longer be called an Infected.
How many scars are there on your body? She asks.
There is no way to tell whether she is asking the trembling creature or herself.
The white creature spread its arms. 」

「What do you want?
It tries to walk forward, but its fragile wings are unable to support its own body.
There are sounds trickling out of its throat, like a river of terror formed of whimpers. 」

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Something really doesn't feel right about this.

Kal'tsit : Your premonition turned out to be correct. That's not a normal Infected creature. It's... the source of this large-scale superspreader.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : What a... beautiful creature.

Kal'tsit : Creatures of artificial nature can usually be traced back to aesthetics.
Yet don't be fooled by its appearance. No matter how beautiful it may seem, you are looking at the culprit behind the surrounding devastation.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : ......
It's singing.

After operation

Summary

The passing of a creature brings back two memories. High atop the command tower, Amiya follows Ch'en's memories to find her, and Talulah.

<Background black>

「I need to go forward.
...... 」

<Background 3>

「Operators, prepare the mist! Eliminate all the dust in the area!
...... 」

<Background black>

「I need to go forward.
...... 」

<Background 3>

「Fall back! The mutation has reached its limits! Avoid putting any more pressure on the target! 」

<Background black>

「......
Someone's talking. Someone's singing.
......
All dreams sink to the bottom of the lake♪
......
Life is important. Really important.
My friends lost their lives. They all left me.
They stopped. They won't go on anymore.
...... 」

"...If you have your own ideas and your own goals now…"

「...... 」

<Background 3>

「Mon3tr! Prepare to fire! 」

<Background black>

「......
Where should I go?
I know. I get it now.
But no matter where I go, people are going to beat me up.
It hurts. If I hit them back, then they will hurt.
I don't want it to hurt anymore, but... it really hurts right now.
...... 」

<Background 3>

「Is this going to do it?! Are all Infected going to end up like this?! 」

<Background black>

「......
I can't. I need to keep moving forward. They are worried. I can't keep them worried about me.
......
...'tis a reality that even time cannot shake♪
......
I know. They don't like me. But they don't like me because I did something bad.
I don't want to do anything bad anymore.
...... 」

<Background 3>

「Dr. {nickname}! I told you this before. Whether it's the symptoms or the causes that we eliminate, it makes no difference to me whatsoever! 」

<Background black>

「......
It's dark here. Where will I end up?
...... 」

<Background 3>

「Then hurry up and make a decision!
......
Do as I told you!
...... 」

<Background black>

"I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to get anyone hurt."

「......
This has to be a dream, right?
A dream where everyone is just hanging around quietly, smiling.
I need to wake up soon. You always wake up from dreams. If you don't wake up, it's just the same thing as not moving on.
I need to go forward.
...... 」

<Background 3>

「Seal the hatch! Dispose of all Infection sources! Quick! 」

<Background black>

「......
Let's go. Let's go.
I won't look back.
I think... I figured it out.
I need to tell them this.
Right, I need to tell them.
Being alive is a good thing. Being alive is precious. Being alive is painful. But some of my friends... have walked a long, long road.
Now I remember.
I need to tell them.
It's a good thing to be alive.
Let's go.
Goodbye, my home. Goodbye, the person who sang for me. Goodbye, Talulah. Goodbye, Sasha.
Goodbye, my friend. 」

<Background 2>

「Kal'tsit swipes her finger across the control panel, and the sarcophagus's low, thunderous roar immediately dissipates. 」

Doctor : It's all over now...

Kal'tsit : We put an end to the sudden disaster.
...We've fulfilled our obligations and completed our mission. Chernobog's core city has lost its power source.
I can guarantee that this facility won't be reactivated within the next few years.
For the next few hours, the core city will only be able to use the energy it has stored to power its engines. Once that is used up, the entire city is nothing more than a hunk of scrap metal.
We've done all we can here. However, if we want to bring it to a halt before it crashes into Lungmen, we'll have to use the emergency brakes.
That's Amiya's mission, and only Amiya has what it takes to fulfill that mission.

Doctor : Is the city going to be abandoned here?

Kal'tsit : If the Ursus Empire still wants it, then let them have it.

<Background fades out and in>

Doctor : You aren't afraid of them putting it in service again?

Kal'tsit : ......
There were two things that happened here that had to do with me.
The first of those happened some twenty years ago.
About twenty years ago, a small mining company controlled by the Boris Group of Ursus unearthed a strange set of equipment in the southern mountains.
News about this quickly traveled to the conglomerate's leader—Count Boris.
At the time, the Count made a bold decision. He tried to build an industrial city with all the necessary facilities and equipment with the expectation that his conglomerate could shake its reliance on the military-controlled mining industry and the arms trade.
Now, the equipment could have been some inheritance passed down by the gods or a device of Sarkaz witchcraft. That doesn't matter. As long as it worked, it would give the Boris Group the breakthrough they needed.
Of course, it could also have been nothing but worthless scrap, and any amount of research would not have produced any meaningful results. It could also have been something perilous. Something that could level multiple settlements in the blink of an eye.
They put together a team of talented scientists. All of them were young, sick of working with elementary theories, embittered by society, in need of money, and had been marginalized by academia for years.

Doctor : You were on the team.

Kal'tsit : That's right.
Soon after I left Columbia, I found out about this through my own networks. I joined the group—in order to keep them from blowing the entire city up.
I am something like an expert on the topic, so, one way or the other, I ended up becoming the scientists' mentors.
Now, Chernobog wasn't just your average emerging city. It used to be old and run down.
Before the scientists realized what the device's true purpose was, I allowed them to siphon a certain amount of its energy to provide Chernobog a resource other than Originium. Not much, but certainly not negligible.
Count Boris was beyond elated. He paid all that money, and he certainly got his money back.
He was someone who really knew how to do business.
Chernobog quickly developed, and droves after droves of people were drawn to the city, seeking opportunity.
Many smaller cities joined the Boris Group as well, either out of respect for Boris himself or because they were awed by how generous the man was with his money.
With Chernobog propelled to the fore, the scientists' research also reached an important breakthrough.
I... probably should've stopped them.

Doctor : Go on. It's okay. / ...... / You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

Kal'tsit : Let me continue.
Brilliant as they were, a few of my students uncovered the device's secrets on their own. First, they realized that the energy they were siphoning was generated only as a side effect of the device's operations. A kind of hibernation mode...
Its original purpose was for the device to keep functioning normally.
There was also one other thing that they realized. The energy that they had been siphoning for Chernobog was but a small fraction of the energy the device could actually provide. Just a tiny, tiny fraction.
At first, they were ecstatic.
This had to potential to greatly reduce Chernobog's reliance on the Originium mining industry.
If they could put together something similar to the device, then Ursus would never have to worry about energy again, and the mining and refining process of Originium would also become much simpler.
Then, fear began to sink in. If all that energy was used to forge weapons or begin a conquest, Ursus would undoubtedly be engulfed in a sea of flames yet again.
Now, fortunately, the scientists were all good, upstanding people. They wanted to prevent disaster.
And unfortunately... that didn't change a thing.
When the Fourth Army got involved, the scientists had already realized just how serious the whole situation was.
And by the time my students were ready to have the device sealed, the secret police had already figured out all of their weaknesses.
Ilia was a leader amongst the scientists. He was both righteous and stubborn, qualities that went hand in hand.
The secret police knew that kidnapping his family would only unleash the hatred in him, so they picked someone else.
Sergei, my oldest student.
He was Skullshatterer and Misha's father, a very indecisive chap.
The secret police hardly even threatened him, and that was enough to destroy what little determination he had.
The fear of losing his family and his respect for his colleague and their work tormented him, and in the end he chose what must have felt like a compromise to him.
He turned over the experiments' objectives and data to Count Boris.
The reality is he shouldn't have trusted anyone. A drowning man will clutch at a straw, yet that straw could also be the very thing that ends up killing him.
The Count didn't protect the scientists. He protected just Sergei and allowed the military to carry out an attack, which then turned into a massacre.
The Count didn't have the power to protect the scientists. He could barely even hold his head up in the presence of the military's top brass.
Even though the military and the nobility had lost much of their influence after the Great Rebellion, that didn't change the fact Count Boris's family was new money. They bought their noble status from another family.
Sergei managed to save his children, and the price he had to pay was to watch the murder of all of his colleagues in the Core City's sarcophagus.
After all the bodies were removed and the blood cleaned up, a new lab was set up for Sergei, built on top of his crumbling mentality.
Needless to say, Sergei never again produced anything meaningful with his research, and with the loss of all of their distinguished, albeit overly honest, scientists, Ursus's research on the device ended up in quite the mire.
After that, everyone simply forgot about the place. No one cared. Nothing could be changed.
After the secret police and the garrison packed their bags, the Count and Sergei had the placed sealed... The whole process was uneventful, too.
The equipment was kept running, and the energy just kept flowing from the sarcophagus to Chernobog's core city. Perhaps powering the entire city, even.
For Sergei's service and sacrifice, the Count nominated him to the position of the City Council secretary.
Oh, and this happened after Sergei's son, Alex, was found to be Infected and exiled.
The Count finally had the power to stand up against the military, and factories big and small began to spring up around his core city.
The Fourth Army no longer had him under their thumb. All they could do was watch Chernobog leave its circle of influence.
In the years since Chernobog began its operations, Count Boris also managed to make an enemy of Grand Duke Baikal, one of the advisors of the Third Army and the biggest beneficiary of the Farscope Refinery, thanks to their disputes over the prices of the raw materials used in manufacturing.
The Grand Duke ordered several clandestine attacks on the city, but none of the attempts were able to shake the city. It had already become one of Ursus's most important cities.
The Count then arranged matters so that the military was not allowed to garrison in Chernobog, so the armies could only do as the emperor told them, and stationed in the city's surroundings to defend it. To keep a watchful eye on the place, so to speak.
What's more, Chernobog is not bound by the military and the old nobility's rules. One after another, copycat cities began to emerge all around Ursus. The desire for minerals and products drove the masses to seek out better ways.
Instead of being mere slaves that reek of filth and blood, they wanted to become slaves of a higher purpose.

Doctor : And that's where the problem lies. / ...... / Is this why Chernobog fell?

Kal'tsit : Not completely.
I personally think that the moment the scientists... my students died at the hands of Ursus's greed, Chernobog was doomed to fall.
But be that as it may, I never used that as an excuse to forgive myself.
Now, thanks to everyone's kindness and fortitude, here's something I considered: Suppose it was used for the benefit of others, and suppose it was able to provide us a different path...
Ursus's scientists would've used it for the greater good—Though I can see how that would've turned out.
The person I used to be would never have arrived at that conclusion. It would just lead to the deaths of even more people. No matter how magnificent everything may seem in the beginning, in this evil world, our benevolence will always be twisted into something else.
In other words, Dr. {nickname}.
I was the one who sent them to the slaughterhouse.
I did nothing except stand there and watch them die.
And it all happened because the place I presumed the path would take us was a place I dreamt up out of immaturity. It's a dream that will never come true in the world we live in.
All because they were all too kind.

Doctor : What did you want to do?

Kal'tsit : ...Are you sure you want to know?
It's not something one would normally consider a part of a doctor's responsibilities. I am sure you are well aware, Dr. {nickname}. I am more than just a doctor.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Yeah.

Kal'tsit : I can see you don't truly want to know. You are merely curious. Once you know the answer, you will only come to regret it.
I don't want you to regret this, Dr. {nickname}. At least not yet. All I will say is that you were much better at handling these things than I.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I guess not, then.

Kal'tsit : Perhaps you've already found your own answer, and thanks to your pity, or maybe benevolence, you are stopping me before I embarrass myself with a mistake.
You've saved my image and elevated yours. An awkward win-win situation, it seems. Thank you, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : So you don't want to tell me?

Kal'tsit : I have lots of questions that I don't want to answer.
It's true. I'll admit it wasn't ever my intention to fulfill Ilia's final wishes like this.
So much blood was spilled, so many lives were lost, and it turns out the very last thing I do to remedy all this is what I should've done in the very beginning.

Doctor : But if you were capable of doing that, why didn't you help them do this in the first place?

Kal'tsit : Because I didn't know them. Because I anticipated a different ending.
Dr. {nickname}, there are people who inflict violence and send others to the gallows merely because they don't know the other person.
A person can kill another without remorse solely because they don't know a thing about them.
If we knew everything about those other people, would we improve in any way?
Or would we disregard their actions and judge them as stringently as we can merely because they have more of an identity now? Would we determine guilt and innocence solely based on their identity?
Because they are rich or poor? Normal or Infected? From Ursus or from Lungmen? Or from the city or the countryside?
Have you ever wondered why all the Infected that Rhodes Island takes in are from the cities, are from well-off families, and had a decent education?
You have to admit. There are Infected out there who live in the wilderness, away from civilization; others live in far off places with no way to communicate with the cities; then there are those who live on the streets and in the back alleys, just trying to survive from one day to the next.
None of them have ever even heard of Rhodes Island.
To say nothing of those other Infected-oriented pharmaceutical and medical companies.
This is the reality we are in.
They didn't want to resort to violence. They just never had the chance to learn what else they could do.
In the past, many people worshipped the power of violence because of the violence others had inflicted on them. Violence worked on them, so they used it on those around them, and that worked on those other people as well.
Therefore, violence became their tool. They don't understand life without violence, and their lives will always be ruled by pain and hatred.
Violence isn't a plough. The road traveled by violence will always remain a barren land.
The Infected who was held in the sarcophagus and got warped into that monstrosity—
Do you think he's evil?
Were we all born evil?
Was it power and violence that created the evil in humans, or was it the evil humans who created these tools to do harm to their fellow men?
We don't have the right to judge others. No one has that right.
To recognize goodness and then do something good, to recognize evil and then to refute evil, and to combat evil with evil and then to win. All that makes us no different from our enemies, and we'd have to take our own lives by that logic.
But, Dr. {nickname}, if you know me, then you'd know that there are always certain things that need to be done by someone.
But these are definitely not reasonable and fair behaviors, and certainly not something you can just carry out and claim to have the moral high ground.
No matter the motive, we have to remember that what we are doing is doing harm.

Doctor : You're right...
All the stuff you just said go way beyond a doctor's responsibilities.

Kal'tsit : That's why I am not looking forward to getting your approval on anything I do.
Convincing you of anything is Amiya's job, not mine, and that's because I've done a lot of things that should be left unknown, should never again be attempted by anyone, and should never be forgiven.
Yet in the foreseeable future, there are a lot of decisions lying ahead of you. Yes, you. Not me. A lot of people still have high hopes for you. Me, not so much.
My excuses will always just be my excuses. Your actions will always be your actions.
I hope to see you offer the world a chance to change, just like many kindhearted people before you did.

Doctor : Is it really okay to just let the Ursus get their hands on this machine again?

Kal'tsit : If they are truly able to reactivate it, I am now willing to believe that it will only be reactivated by someone who's kind in nature.
I am willing to believe that the future is in the hands of those who seek to truly change this world.

Doctor : What if...
everything starts heading toward that worst-case scenario you envisioned in the beginning?

Kal'tsit : Well.
Ironically, with how bad of a place this world is... We definitely aren't on the good side.
If that's how things actually turn out, then it doesn't matter how much work we put in and how many Catastrophes we stop. That kind of future is inevitable.
It isn't realistic to expect that immorality and evil can be defeated easily.
If what you want is to instead destroy civilization in an instant and to live a life tormented by pain, that's definitely doable, and you should think about it.
At any rate... Right now, there is still something we can do.

<Background 4>

Kal'tsit : The disinfection is almost complete. After that, once we have our tracks here taken care of, Ursus won't have anything on us.
Let's go back Amiya up right now.
Though I suppose if things aren't looking too bad over there, the whole Chernobog Incident will already be over by the time we make it to the command tower. We're basically just heading there to regroup with our employees.
...As for what happened here... everything that happened here...
I will try my best to end this journey of suffering. Just like what you wanted me to do earlier.
That's right, Doctor. There are certain things that only you can decide.

「With the dust of the battle settled, you wander around the sarcophagus. A strange sense of familiarity and sadness wells up in your heart.
You look at the operators, and it strikes you with a sense of unfamiliarity. After all, you don't know most of them.
The operators wrap up their work in the area and begin to leave. Kal'tsit notices that you haven't followed and approaches you. 」

Kal'tsit : Is there something still on your mind?

Doctor : You talked a lot about the sarcophagus, but nothing about me.

Kal'tsit : Right.
I'd rather you be the one to broach the subject.

Doctor : Why did I wake up here?
What's the second thing that had to do with you here?

Kal'tsit : ——
Actually, this is the reason why I escorted you here.
There are a few things that Amiya doesn't want me to tell you, but this may be our last chance. Before we have the sarcophagus buried, I need to pluck those fragments of truth out of your brain.
Dr. {nickname}. Three years ago, with a heavily injured you in tow, I came back to this long-forgotten place, and placed you inside this device.
This device can heal your pain, and only your pain.

Doctor : What? ...That's all you can tell me?

Kal'tsit : That was as detailed as I could possibly explain it.
The white Infected Creature we encountered earlier looked bizarre, didn't it? That wasn't how he used to look.
From this, I can conclude that before he became an Infected Creature, the Infected entered the sarcophagus, and that was how the sarcophagus was activated.
...Perhaps he saw the footage of Amiya taking you out of the sarcophagus.
That prompted him to mess with the sarcophagus, and, one way or another, he got inside.
It shouldn't have happened.
The sarcophagus was originally designed to heal its operator, but this Infected got inside, and that's how disaster struck.
You saw the end result yourself. The Infected Creature wasn't a product of nature. The sarcophagus wasn't designed to handle it. Its transformation was entirely a man-made process. The sarcophagus transformed it.
Yet you received treatment in the sarcophagus. The device reacted to you two in completely different ways.

Doctor : So you're trying to say... the Infected and I... are different.

Kal'tsit : Of course, Dr. {nickname}. The two of you couldn't be any more different.
Is there anyone out there like us?
...Is anyone out there like you?
Perhaps this machine can only cure people like you, and not the Infected.
Perhaps this machine forces its patients to take on their oldest aspects. Perhaps I'm the only one who's allowed to operate it, even—
In any case, you survived. As for him, the Infected it used to be. He became the source of the Herd.
That's right. The world is a big place, and no one is exactly like anyone else. You and I, Amiya, him, and everyone else. All of us are different, and from my point of view, all of you are nothing like me.
Who can understand me, and who can understand you? How many lives around us have been lost, and how many tragedies that we are powerless to stop have occurred?
Were my students not studying this because they were trying to create a better place?
Why must greed bring about so many meaningless deaths? Isn't this just a stupid, stubborn tragedy?
Is that the whole reason this was created? And what was the reason all of us were placed in this world?
Is fate manipulating all of us? Are we all merely actors in this absurd comedy, all for our Creator's enjoyment?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : ...But I belong here.

Kal'tsit : I see.
...Is it too late for me to convince you to turn back?
I don't know, though. Should I really do that? You might just be acting, but I should be happy about what you said...
Nonetheless, I need to remind you, Doctor.
This decision isn't going to be that easy.
Dr. {nickname}... In this vast world, there has to be a place where you belong.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I want to give it all up. This is too painful. I can't take this anymore.

Kal'tsit : Of course, you can do that. You can choose to leave us.
Rhodes Island will remove your neural link to the PRTS. You will be cut off from the terminal's simulated hub, and lose the eyes and authority the PRTS bestows on you right there and then.
You will be released from Rhodes Island's Intelligence Processing System and its vast sea of information. From there on, you won't need to log in to Rhodes Island's data banks ever again.
Once you shut down your information terminal, all of it will be lost to you forever. It's a simple choice. Just one button, and your link will be severed. Then, you will get to stay in the world you chose for yourself.
——
I am ready.
You need only to press the button.
......
......
If that was the path you chose for yourself, you wouldn't be able to hear me right now.
You chose to stay with us.
Then I ask you this, Dr. {nickname}... Who could have prepared for this?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : We are bound to this world by all sorts of things, Dr. {nickname}.
Our day-to-day lives are full of agony, and our very lives may not even have any meaning.
Yet, once we start walking forward, the traces of our journey will always be there beneath our feet whenever we look back.
A bright, smooth road is easy to walk. A dark, bumpy road is difficult to tread.
Even so, be it the scientists or the elite operators of Rhodes Island, the honorable men of Lungmen or the Infected men of Chernobog who dream of a new life...
All of them are doing their best to limp forward, step by step.
They are being chased by their pain, tormented by their nightmares, held back by hatred, and, in the end, death will catch up to them.
But they've already escaped from much of their burdens. They've got away from all the suppression and weaknesses the world has placed on their shoulders.
Most of us are fragile and weak. But what I am trying to say is that all these things that prey on our minds are precisely the things that prove our existence, and that helps us fall asleep at night.
Our misery is far from over. Our world's misery has no limits.
Even so, we can yet make our own decisions, just like those who live in the harsh cold but choose to keep the fires of hope alive.

Doctor : Ha. / ...... / You may be right.

Kal'tsit : Doctor.
I'm telling you all this mostly out of responsibility, because of a promise I made...
And also because I have high hopes for the future.
I have high hopes for you.
And, Dr. {nickname}, I know I tend to act rather hostile against you, but I hope you won't let it get to you. I will try my best to hold back.

Doctor : I'm not allowed to complain when everything you say is filled with spite? / ...... / You could try to be a bit more polite

Kal'tsit : My attitude stems from what I remember about you. Your memories may have been erased, but there is nothing wrong with mine.
This here is a life functions restoration device for home use. It shouldn't have a function like that. Perhaps the machine malfunctioned, or maybe your acting is really that impeccable. Regardless, you are innocent on the surface only because you've lost your memories.
—Doctor. Don't feel uncomfortable because of what I am about to tell you.
Just this once, I will let my emotions flow free. I simply wanted to remind you this, even though Amiya doesn't want me to.
If I could, I would settle my score with you. I would take my revenge.

Doctor : What...?

Kal'tsit : When you regain your memories, you will have the opportunity to scrutinize the choices you made.
Yet even if you repent your sins or your memories are actually lost forever, you cannot change the way I see you.
I won't allow the seeds of hatred deep inside me to grow, but I have the right to keep them there.
I have the right to forever remain furious.
...Still, I don't even know who I should be directing my anger anymore.

Doctor : Me? / ...... / What did I do before?

Kal'tsit : I don't think of you as the same person you were. If I did, I wouldn't even be talking to you. I'd rather you—
Rather you...
......
I still have no idea why Theresa had so much faith in you.

Doctor : Who's Theresa?

Kal'tsit : Theresa was my friend. She was my partner.
Theresa died three years ago. I lost her forever.
Do you want to know the truth, Doctor?

Doctor : Yes. / ...... / No.

Kal'tsit : Regardless of what you think, I brought you here to tell you the truth.
Neither of us can escape from our past.
Doctor. Dr. {nickname}. There used to be someone else who had your body, and there was blood on those hands. Theresa's blood.
"You" killed Theresa.
And she was your friend as well.

Doctor : What?! / ...... / Is this the truth?

Kal'tsit : What irks me the most is that you lost all your memories when you were put in the sarcophagus. Yet that doesn't change the truth, the truth that has nothing to do with "you" one bit.
That's unfortunate for both of us.
—Even though I can't hurt you in any way, I want you to remember this.
...Theresa trusted you, and Amiya still does, but I don't.

Doctor : So what happened?

Kal'tsit : I won't tell you. This question isn't for me to answer. Otherwise, I'm afraid I might just end up placing a curse on you.

Doctor : So who am I right now?

Kal'tsit : You are Dr. {nickname}. The one everyone calls Doctor. Just a soul in this vast world.

Doctor : Can I believe all this?

Kal'tsit : If I give you an answer, will you accept that right away? You reject my "contempt" for you from the bottom of your heart, so I will spare you my colorful "answers" and "truths".
I won't ask you to trust me. I also won't tell you any more about the truth.
My bitterness will twist my narrative. The words filled with rage disrupt your thought process.
Therefore, aside from the keys you need to unlock the whole picture, aside from the most basic truths, I won't tell you anything.
You can see it for yourself, judge it for yourself, and search for it yourself.
As long as someone believes in you, you will find your true self once more.

Doctor : Just what are you trying to do?!

Kal'tsit : ...I'm trying to protect you.
Just like what I promised to do.
I promised to protect both you and Amiya.
Until the moment you breathe your last breath, Doctor. That's my responsibility.
But I will never stop hating you. I am in no position to educate or criticize Rosmontis. After all, I might not be able to hold myself back from taking revenge.

Doctor : ...You...

「There was a similar scenery and a similar conversation. There were different emotions during different eras. All of which are working together to bridge that large gap in your memories. 」

Doctor : Who am I? Who's this Doctor?

Kal'tsit : ......
What... did you just remember?

<Background black>

「This isn't the first time this has happened.
Something has crept into your turbulent mind.
......
The sirens are blaring so thunderously loud that you can't help but think it might cause your eardrums to burst.
......
You find you and your peers running as fast as you can through the corridor.
......
You burrow inside the stone cold machine, and you are hit by a sudden drowsiness that immediately interrupts your consciousness.
......
This is none too familiar to you, yet no matter how much you try to pull away the veil that has your memories covered, your efforts to recall the past are futile.
......
Until the moment you hear that voice. 」

??? : ...Dr. {nickname}...
...I never thought I would be the one who didn't want to let go.

??? : But I have to do this. This is the only way you'll get to live.
...Oh, {nickname}... With this, we won't ever get to meet again.
I can't. I can't accept this. I won't give up.
Dr. {nickname}, the connection between us will transcend even time and space. I am sure of it.
Even if the ocean completely boils away and the atmosphere vanishes, even if all the moons in the sky are pulled into the vortex of our planet's gravity, and even if the sun continues to mercilessly expand, eventually swallowing up all its children until none can be heard...
I am sure we will meet again. At the far end of our civilization, once adorned by darkness and the brilliance of the stars up above, we will meet once again.
I will wait until that day comes. I promise you I will. Wait for me. You must wait for me too.
...Dr. {nickname}. Don't ever forget about me.

<Background 4>

Kal'tsit : ...Doctor...?

「The fragments begin to gradually reassemble before a name finally emerges in your mind. 」

Doctor : Priest...ess...?

Kal'tsit : ......
...Dr. {nickname}?

Doctor : Kal'tsit, who's Priestess?

<Background 5>

Rhodes Island Operator : The enemy's putting up way too much of a fight! Hey, you! Keep your head down!
How the hell did they even manage to squeeze all these people in here?! We're almost there to the last floor!

Amiya : The burning smell... I can smell it from here.
Everyone, I'll be fine by myself from here on out.

Rhodes Island Operator : ...Guess you don't think we're being much of a help, eh?

Amiya : You've all been very helpful, but it's too risky to have you help me with this.

Rhodes Island Operator : You can spare us the sympathy. We're all grown-ups here.

Amiya : No, I'm not sympathizing. Operators, there is something that I have to make clear...
Without your help, I wouldn't have made it this far.

Rhodes Island Operator : ......
You go get 'em, Amiya.
I sure as hell would still like to sneak a few drinks in at one of those more laidback cities one of these days. Hell, maybe I'll share one with you.

Amiya : Definitely.

[While heading to the control tower's roof, Amiya founds the sheath of Ch'en's Chi Xiao sword. ]

Amiya : Oh, this is... Madam Ch'en's scabbard. It's full of scratches...
...Did Talulah let Madam Ch'en through on purpose? Oh n—
—Actually, maybe not.
With how far she's come... Madam Ch'en isn't that easy to kill...
She's probably figured out what it is she's looking for already.
I'm sure other people would be at a complete loss when faced with this string of events, but Madam Ch'en's anger is about so much more than just this.
The object of her resentment... All of us resent it as well.

<Background black>

「Amiya starts climbing the stairs.
She thinks back to the time when she last saw Ch'en.
It was in the officers' office in Lungmen, and Amiya can still vividly remember the view of Ch'en that met her eyes.
The moment her hand touches the scabbard, the scenery seemingly opens up before Amiya's eyes again.
And it's getting clearer and clearer. 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 6>

Nine : Well, nothing good ever comes out of going on a mission with you.

Ch'en : Ngh... guh.
Nine...! You're okay...!

Nine : I'm managing. I didn't expect to see you... almost knocking on death's door, though.
That bomb blew up right in front of me, you know. You were like yards away.

Ch'en : It took a bite out of my abdomen. Sorry, but this really hurts... so bear with me. You've always been much better at putting up with pain than me...
...Nine. Turn around and let me take a look.

Nine : I didn't know you had it in you to make demands of your superior officer.

Ch'en : ...No... No way. You...

Nine : I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you, Ch'en.
My crystals blocked most of it, but some shrapnel got through.
I'm guessing some of the shrapnel hit you... am I right? Let's take care of it now. You might still make it out of this.

Ch'en : Nine... You... don't tell me...
What about you?

Nine : ......
I can figure out what's going on with my body much better and much faster than anyone, especially with my Arts. I'm not getting these shrapnel out.
—I'm a L.G.D. member. Let me go out with some pride. Just remember how I look from behind, and give everyone at the department my regards.
And Wei too. Send him my regards.

Ch'en : Where will you go?

Nine : I'm definitely going to be Infected with these wounds. Wherever the Infected usually go, that's where I am going.

Ch'en : ...Nine, even if you're Infected, that doesn't mean you have to leave! You've done so much for Lungmen and the L.G.D.! All of us know it in our hearts!

Nine : They all know it in their hearts how terrifying the Infected are. Even this Originium bomb... Let me guess... Forget it, I have no idea who made it.
It's about time you stop dreaming, Ch'en. Let me get one thing in. The boundary between the Infected and normal folks isn't for you to decide. Not me, either. That is for them to decide.
I warned you about meddling with the affairs of the slums' Infected, and, well, look where that got us.

Ch'en : ...But we are ready to make headways in the slums. There's also that housing plan for the Infected, ready to be launched. Wouldn't you say we're in a better shape than before?
We are more than ready to treat all the Infected fairly and equally. We will give everyone in Lungmen a fair treatment regardless of whether they are Infected or not, because they are all people of Lungmen!

Nine : Sure, we may be ready, but is Lungmen ready? Are the masses ready? Will the General Chamber of Commerce vote for it? What do you think will happen if I tell the L.G.D. that I'm Infected?

Ch'en : You can report your status after we accomplish all that—

Nine : You're asking me to use my authority to conceal my status. How's that not corruption? I would rather be exiled than to do that.
Wei Yenwu single-handedly built the L.G.D., and we've kept it running and maintained its integrity for so long... The department represents law and order, and I won't allow its name to be tainted!
Besides, Ch'en, do you really think that those who live a better life can better keep their Oripathy in check, and those who live in the slums and mines face certain death?
No, once you become Infected, there's only one way the world is going to deal with you.
All Infected die, and as long as they all die the same way and we burn their bodies the same, there isn't anything that sets one apart from another.
I won't ask for anyone's forgiveness; my Infected head count is well over a hundred. It's not karma that turned me into an Infected myself. It's just how the world works.
And the list of ways it handles people like us goes on and on. It's almost like it gets a bonus each time it comes up with a new way to mess with us.

Ch'en : Why? Nine... I thought you were confident about Lungmen's future.

Nine : Confident? Heh, so you guys take how rude I am for confidence.
I love this city. When I had nowhere else to go, it took me in, but, deep down in my heart, I know there isn't anywhere in the world that truly accepts the Infected.
I may love it here, but that doesn't mean I'm confident about it at all. I just know it a bit too well. I know what's worthwhile and what's a waste of time here.
I don't just chill in my office and act all high and mighty. I pound the beat with you guys. I do that not because I try to look friendly to the citizens or want to show off.
The only reason I am here is because Lungmen needs me.
Wei is willing to take the Infected in for one reason and one reason only. He thinks the problems that the Infected bring with them are nothing compared to the problems that Lungmen has faced or will face.
But whose heads do you think will roll first once those problems are all taken care of?
Even if Wei doesn't, what about the city? What about the merchants and the masses, the workmen and the cops?

Ch'en : Lungmen can take in the Infected! Lungmen isn't just theirs... It's ours as well! So what does it matter if they're Infected? Does that somehow mean they can't do their part for the city? Does that mean the city can't protect them?

Nine : It can't.

Ch'en : No, we're all the same. If we're all Infected, we'll be seen as equals. Remember. You said it yourself.

Nine : Well, let me fix that for you, then. Wei Yenwu treats you like a jewel, and your life here in Lungmen is on a whole other level compared to the regular folks.

Ch'en : You...!

Nine : I don't deny your efforts and sacrifice, Ch'en. You are one of the finest members I've ever seen in the department. But I have to warn you. You are not like them.

Ch'en : ...No, I'm not working in Lungmen for the prestige. I am part of the L.G.D. I am part of Lungmen.
We poured our blood, sweat, and tears into this city, and its people are harsh, but it will come to accept everyone in the end.
It will. It's been improving.
Nine, even if we're Infected, we are still part of Lungmen!
Lungmen is a city for all people. That's how it should be. If it isn't right now, then we will make it so.
Have we not seen enough? There are lots of good, honest Infected here, don't you agree?

Nine : Then prove it to me.
You want to prove to me that we belong here. Then do it.

Ch'en : I will. I definitely will...

Nine : ...Be quick about it. I may not have that much time left in me.

Ch'en : —I will.

Nine : If you run into situations like this, just let Wei know. He'll take care of it. Keep in touch. Feel free to call if something comes up.
Oh yeah, tell Hoshiguma I said to keep an eye on you... lest you do something stupid.
Feel free to forget what I just said, and I am sure you will, but make sure to tell her that before you do.

<Background black>

「Stupid?
What's stupid?
Teach by example. What has that turned me into?
Sympathize with others. What has that ever helped me understand?
Never give up. What have I lost because of that?
Now that we finally get to meet again, what can I actually do anyway?
What I can do...
Wasn't that all decided years ago? 」

<Background 5>

Amiya : Madam Ch'en, wait for me. You've been very brave... being able to do all this.
But... it's still too soon to jump to conclusions. Let me take a look too, Madam Ch'en. I want to know what she's done. All of us need the truth.
You want to know what kind of a person Talulah has become...
...What I want to know... is who exactly is the person Reunion has been following.

<Background black>

「It's as though she can already hear Ch'en's roar and Talulah's laughter.
She has finally come to understand the way Ch'en thinks. 」

<Background 7>

「"You know it's a trap, so why are you here?"
"I'm here because I have to figure out whether this is really a trap. That's the only way I can prove that you are beyond redemption!"
"And if I tell you it is?"
"In that case, it's not going to weigh us down the tiniest bit when we finally set you free from all this, whether I'm the one who does the honors or someone else. If you've got any regrets, save them for your own funeral!" 」

<Background 5>

「The pattern of one of the ten rings begins to emit a bright, vivid red glow. 」

<Background 8>

「"In that case, when do I need to do this?"
"When you think it's the right time." 」

<Background 5>

「We need new weapons to take on new enemies.
We need firm principles to take on great evil.
In the past, Amiya would have found herself in a fluster, trying to remove herself from the ring's restraint... but not now. 」

Amiya : ...Cloud-splitting, they faced each other.

<Background black>

「"As sword of stratus rent, once stood stand fast." 」

[... ]

「The idea of running away probably hasn't ever crossed Ch'en's mind, has it? 」

<Flashback starts here>

「Both Ch'en herself and Amiya would probably answer no when asked this question.
Ch'en has tried to run far away many times.
But she stopped herself. 」

「Ch'en's memories and emotions, and each and every time she changed... All of it came from her determination.
To wield the Chi Xiao is to have a firm conviction. Ch'en has seen ups and downs through her journey and there were moments that she struggled with her own belief. Ch'en did not allow herself to stay depressed.
This can also be seen in her technique with the Chi Xiao.
Ch'en has made up her mind. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background black>

「Amiya quietly tries to take this all to heart. Just as the memories she saw of Ch'en are slowly flowing into her heart, the warmth left on the scabbard is slowly fading away.
Amiya is being far calmer than she has ever been. She has made her decision.
She will take off the ring. She wants to see the truth. 」

<Background 3>

「A sea of flames begins to burn fiercely before her eyes.
This time, she isn't going to close her eyes—
She will bear witness to everything that has happened to these sisters. 」

「And now, Ch'en is standing before Talulah.
The Chi Xiao holds steady in the air. The Draco's flames are extinguished the moment they graze the blade, as though it swallowed the blazing waves whole.
The two sisters, blood-related, are ready to settle their scores. 」

EG-3: Burnt Fragment 3

Summary

A matter of choice.

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : I've gained a general understanding of this Infected's behavioral patterns. Despite his now exceptional Infected state, his actions still obey some kind of law.
In regards to stimulatory measures, he possesses distinct methods of resolving stressors, which likely are leftovers of habitual thought from his previous human form.
Mutations in his infected organs have emerged within this same line: control, as well as be controlled.
Violence's cyclical nature has no potential to be undermined. To force, as well as to be forced, beat upon their skin in cyclic fashion.
In following, I will attempt to eliminate the possibility he may, owing to his exceptional Infected status, have any negative effect whatsoever on other organisms.
I will render his infected organs harmless, halt those organs' action, and destroy their basic function.
As a doctor, that is all I am required to do.
Even if we set the entire district ablaze, it would only serve to further disperse what exceptional Originium crystal makeup has already arisen, and bring about even more exceptional infection in turn. This operation is necessary.
Once this series of tasks is complete, he can return to being a normal Infected.
Only, the mutation of his infected organs has already dealt irreversible damage to his bodily function. The rate and degree of infection of his various physiological systems can only accelerate from here on.
He is already terminal; in end-state. The world has already abandoned him.
This is the fate left for him. The only thing the world has for every single Infected.

Doctor : Is this the only method of treatment?

Kal'tsit : From a medical perspective, yes.
However, even if I were to look past my position as a doctor, I still would not have any participation in any facet of administration beyond, regarding Reunion Infected.
We don't have much time. Whether or not he can awaken from his coma hinges entirely on how his physiological condition fares following operation.
Following the conclusion of the Chernobog core city operation, we'll be completely disavowing any relationship with the Reunion Movement.
This is a necessary piece of that puzzle.
Put simply, the numerous lives this Infected's organs are tied to, and his own fate, are nothing to do with Rhodes Island.

Doctor : What can I do?

Kal'tsit : You can make some sort of choice.
The power to choose has always been in your hands, Doctor. The majority of the time, we've had no time to review the consequences of our choices, and nothing more.
But before you make a choice, you should clearly ascertain their outcomes.
—Should you regard him as an Infected patient? Or should you regard him as one of Reunion's past leaders?
If you regard him as a microcosm of all the evil that runs riot across this land, is he a casualty, or a perpetrator?
Should you regard him as an inseparable part of some kind of violent regime, or should you regard him as the lamentable outcome of some hideous logic?
In reality, these identities are all fundamentally inseparable. But we don't have the capacity to accommodate them all.
Whether you let him run his own course in the core city, or regard him as the ringleader of the Infected violence and apply grave consequences to him in the name of present society, or perhaps take him as an acutely ill patient to proceed down a humanitarian path of treatment...
Whether rationally passing judgment and deciding life or death, or directly confronting your own cognition to issue judgment that exceeds our scope of authority, these are all things you can do.
Factually, he has already vanished from this land. Only you can decide his fate, whether fortune or misfortune.
Whether benevolent, or just, or fair, or resentful, or whether you'd like all four, or whether your decision has nothing to do with these words at all, it doesn't matter to me.
I won't issue any evaluation on your choices. Even if I would, I wouldn't speak it.
Even if making choices for other people's fates is a ridiculous, laughable affair...
He's already made his choice.
What should be done next, hinges only on you.
I'm only a doctor meeting the patient for the first time. But you are the Doctor who's fought against him numerous times.
Your understanding should be deeper than mine. Do what you should do.
This is to be your own verdict, and not mine.
...Or perhaps, Dr. {nickname}, you already settled on a choice long ago?

Operation story: JT8-1

Before operation

Summary

Cruelty and ruthlessness become the normal. People fear not judgment in the name of morality. There is no distinction between right and wrong, good and evil.

<Background 1>

Infected Fighter : Here we are.
...You don't need to bother yourself with this, Talulah. The tractor's been missing for months. They were probably stopped by the Patrol Unit. There's not much we can do about it.

Talulah : Even if all we can do is find their bodies, we'll at least be giving their families some closure.

Infected Fighter : If the intel recon gave us is correct, this should be the area where they'd gone missing.
......
Talulah, snap out of it! Everything they said is just a load of horseshit.

Talulah : I'm fine.

Infected Fighter : They're just a bunch of heartless bastards... Don't let it get to you!
None of them had the willpower to keep going, to leave the tundra! They fought so many battles with you, and they thought you a coward?! You're the most fearless soldier among us!
Talulah, trust me. All of us follow you by will!
Captain Buldrokkas'tee used to be an Ursus soldier, but we all know he's the most steadfast man we have! All of us trust him!

Talulah : Not necessarily. He's strong. Way too strong. Stubborn, too. The people who didn't trust him were just afraid to speak up.
It only takes a brief moment for trust to completely crumble. If all the people who followed Patriot died one day, would the ones who come after them be as steadfast as them?
Rumors can destroy us. Before there are rumors, those who are innocent are innocent, and those who are skeptical of others are also innocent.
But no one is innocent once rumors begin to spread.

Infected Fighter : But what does your upbringing has to do with anything?! You've done so much for all of us!

Talulah : It's fine. Calm down.
Besides, I haven't really done all that much for them.

Infected Fighter : Come on, don't say that.
Are you sure you want to go by yourself? Faust has been tagging along with those crossbow guys lately, and he's really getting the hang of it. If the guerrillas aren't around, you could bring them with...

Talulah : Protecting the Infected traveling with us is our top priority. We aren't fighting this war just to fight a war. Our goal is to help our fellow men survive. Don't put the cart before the horse.
Protecting them is our top priority.
Know this by heart, and make sure everyone else does as well.

Infected Fighter : Well... godspeed.

Talulah : Don't worry. It's just negotiating with the locals. Everything will be fine.

<Background 2>

「At a nearby village. 」

Talulah : ......
Before, I probably would've just run inside and started asking questions right away.
I wonder when did I become like this.
Hiding and sneaking around... It was just being suspicious and cautious at first, but this is practically antagonizing everyone now.
I'm not even sure if it is unexpected things that I'm worried about or a repeat of those tragedies.
What a rundown place. Looks like they didn't have much of a harvest this year. Everyone looks so tired.

<Background fades out and in>

[Talulah checks the village's entrance. ]

Talulah : Weird. It should've been a while since the last time this village resettled, but there's a lot of tractor marks around the village's entrance.
There are scraps at the assembly workshop... but I don't think they're from the village's old tractors. The authentication box is gone. If the vehicle belonged to the village, there's no reason to take that out...
It's getting dark. I should take a look at the junkyard.

<Background fades out and in>

[Talulah searches the junkyard for any sign of the missing Infected, but to no avail. ]

Talulah : This is weird. There's your household garbage, but there isn't much else.
No equipment for processing spent Originium here? If it's not in the junkyard, then where?
It's winter, so there should be wheat straws and warming grass husks everywhere. Did they run into food problems?
...No... that's not right. They burned them. I need to check out their granary.

Talulah : What's this? What... What happened here?
There's Originium residue all over the place... and the ground is dug up all over the place.

Talulah : Claw marks... on the granary's door—
Ahh—!

<Background 2>

??? : Who's there?!

「Talulah turns around.
She finds an Ursus farmer standing there with his guard up. The farmer notices how Talulah is dressed and sets his shovel down. 」

Ursus Farmer : Geez... what's the matter with you, coming inside the village without saying a word?

Talulah : ......

Ursus Farmer : Haven't ever seen you before... Are you from the Gendarmerie?
You aren't here for the rent, are you? We already paid our Originium tax. Hell, the taxman took our food too while he was at it. There isn't much more we can pony up.

Talulah : I'm here since I'm investigating the Infected.

Ursus Farmer : Oh, Infected? We don't have any here.

Talulah : Has any Infected passed by?

Ursus Farmer : No.

Talulah : We received a message. I know there's been Infected here. If you know what's good for you, spill it.

Ursus Farmer : Urgh, can't fool you, eh.
Those scumbags. They said no one knew they were passing through here.

Talulah : ......
So they were here.

Ursus Farmer : Damn right they did. They had those scary weapons on them. Scared the life out of us!
We didn't have the guts to go against them, and we didn't try to.
After that, they even took all of our food, those bastards! Please, you have to get these Infected... these criminals for us!

Talulah : That's not right.
That's not right...
No!
How dare you say that?
How dare you say that...
How dare you say that!

Ursus Farmer : Huh?
What's the matter with you, ma'am?

Talulah : You heard their cries!
You heard them crying out for help...
You heard them clawing at the door with their fingers!

Ursus Farmer : W-What are you... ma'am...
You right in the head?
Hey, over here!
Any of you seen her before? Where is she from?
Right, I haven't ever heard an accent like that before!
...Yeah, that's right! She doesn't have a mask on... If she was here to investigate the Infected, she'd be all decked out in protective equipment!
Who are you?!

Talulah : ......

Ursus Farmer : Answer me!

Talulah : Infected.

Ursus Farmer : Huh?

Talulah : Just like the people you murdered, I'm an Infected.

Ursus Farmer : ......
We've done nothing wrong.

Talulah : You locked them in here. You let them die here.

Ursus Farmer : What are we supposed to do? We don't even have any food left for ourselves!

Talulah : You could've chased them away or just never allowed them in... You could've just attacked them or outright killed them, and I wouldn't be here complaining to you right now.
But you tricked them. You lured them into your empty storehouse, locked the doors, and starved them.
They were so hungry, they couldn't even use their Arts... They were here only to panhandle. They weren't here to attack you. They didn't even have the strength to fight back. They were just normal people.

Ursus Farmer : Normal? Those Infected? Don't make me laugh!
Who are you to reason with me, you Infected scumbag? You're just a freak!

Talulah : You kept the storehouse locked until the Originium crystals stabilized. Then you disposed their bodies with the dried up Originium...
They had families, they had friends, they had places they wanted to be... There's not even anything left of them. Infected often die and leave no traces left of their existence behind. That happens way too often, but now there isn't even a way for us to find out where their ashes have gone.

Ursus Farmer : What are we supposed to do? It's not like we've got much to feed ourselves! Life's not easy for us either!

Talulah : Then why did you lie to them?

Ursus Farmer : ......
What are you talking about?
How could we have known what was going to happen to them? And what were we supposed to do?

Talulah : That's just an excuse. You saw them starving... You knew they had no weapons to fend themselves with.
You did this because it was... convenient.
From the beginning, you never... No, actually... Ha.
Even if they weren't Infected, you would've done the same thing.

Ursus Farmer : ......
(Time to get rid of her. Get the sentries!)

Talulah : ——

<Background fades out>

You will come to see. These great lands you threw yourself to do not want you.

「No. No. 」

<Background fades in>

Talulah : ——

Ursus Farmer : Then what do you want? Look, it's all in the past. We'll even apologize.
We can pretend you've never been here, just like those other folks were never here... All you have to do is walk away.

Talulah : Who do you even think they were?

Ursus Farmer : Huh? Whatever you are, that's what they were.

Talulah : You thought them weak, and in that case, that makes me a weakling who knows not how to fight back.

Ursus Farmer : ...Ugh... Just get out of here already. We don't want no trouble here!

Talulah : They were here, begging at your feet, and what did you do?

<Background fades out>

[Talulah briefly flashes to the moment when she kills Kashchey. ]

You will see your thoughts, your actions, become nonexistent.

「No. 」

<Background fades in>

Talulah : You're despicable.
There will be no peace in this world while people like you still walk it.
The Infected patrols haven't been to your village in three years.
The noble family that controlled the settlements here died long ago during the Great Rebellion. Everything teetered on the edge of chaos, and your village has been left untended for years.
And yet... you killed all those people even though you had nothing to gain from their deaths.
If you had even a tiny bit of kindness in you... you would've let them go. The whole village heard their cries, but none of you did anything until they died, one after another.
If you still had any decency in you, you wouldn't have done anything this wretched.
I hate you.

<Background black>

[Talulah flashes to that moment again. ]

You will see them spurn all you revered, your life, your dignity and philosophy void of all significance.

[Talulah flashes to that moment yet again. ]

「No!! 」

After operation

Summary

When one cannot restrain one's hate, when evil rages out of control, the self-proclaimed heroes of justice must face a harrowing truth. She melts into the shadow she has always carried, and the truth consumes her will.

Ursus Farmer : ...Aaaaaaaaghhh!!!
Fire! Fire! It burns!!!
Help!!!!!

Child : Dad!!

Sentinel : What's going on?! Quick! Get out of here!

Old Man : My son! My son! You... Infected lowlife!!
Ahhh!! The fire! It's too strong! *Cough* *cough*... *cough*...
You wretch!!! If I die here... Curse you!!! Curse you!!! My Emperor, I beseech you, lay down your divine punishment on these wretched Infected!!

Talulah : ......
Ah... ah...

「There is no turning back anymore.
Besides Talulah, no one else knows of the events that transpired here.
And everything that occurred after that is as good as public knowledge. 」

<Background black>

But should you recognize me, should you have understood me, should you realize just the sort of world you're stood in...
Ursus's future will from then on be in your hands.

<Background 3>

「Amiya opens her eyes.
Though her tears are welling up in her eyes, she has already seen it all. 」

Talulah : ——
What's a Cautus doing here?

Ch'en : Amiya!! Watch out!!

Operation story: JT8-2

Before operation

Summary

Amiya helps Ch'en come to understand the Talulah before her, and they discover that Talulah's consciousness still lives somewhere within the shadow.

<Background 1>

[Talulah uses her Arts on Amiya... ]

Ch'en : Haah!

[...only to be deflected by Ch'en. ]

<Background 1>

Amiya : ......

Ch'en : Don't even think of touching her!

Talulah : Do you intend to protect her, Hui-chieh? This traitor to the Infected, this executioner of our kin?
I'm disappointed, Hui-chieh. How shameful that you would even turn your sword on me...

Ch'en : Amiya?! What are you doing here?!
Watch out, Amiya! Talulah has inherited all that is Kashchey. She's already...
She's no longer that innocent girl who was kidnapped from Lungmen.

Amiya : Madam Ch'en. That's not right. She's not just the "successor"......
...I will tear off its disguise.

Ch'en : What? What disguise?

[Talulah approaches Amiya. ]

Talulah : You're that Cautus from Rhodes Island.
Where's Buldrokkas'tee? Did you test your mettle against his halberd, or did you just see his mangled corpse?

Amiya : ......
You... How could you talk about him like that?

Talulah : Oh? I'm asking with the utmost respect. I'm merely asking for the truth.
He never took off his helmet, did he?
His helmet hides the exposed greyish-white skull of the Wendigo. If the people were to see his true appearance, they would surely be frightened out of their wits.
Yet, their hate and zeal would drive them onwards, and the force of the crowd would have broken through the guerillas' defensive line.
Buldrokkas'tee would not have allowed the Shieldguards to attack a single civilian... They are not spies, after all.
Buldrokkas'tee would have been torn to pieces by the raging mob. He would have allowed himself to fall to their rage and ignorance, just as he knew that this day would arrive, as he decided to give up and surrender to his humanity.
Since you've appeared here, that can mean only one thing. Buldrokkas'tee is dead.
Tell me, how did he choose to die? He was a noble warrior. I would like to know how he met his end.

Amiya : I... I killed him.
...It was me.

Talulah : You?
What sort of firepower did you have at your disposal? That was... Buldrokkas'tee.
Even so, you've appeared here all by yourself, just like my pitiful sister.
Alright. The last person in this city who could kill me is now dead. Now I have nothing left to worry about.
Should I congratulate you, slaughterer of my kin?

Ch'en : Amiya, don't fall for her tricks!
She's already played many such tricks on me... Don't believe a single word she says. Even if she's... telling the truth.

Amiya : I know, Madam Ch'en. She wants to kill you.
The Talulah standing before us still holds some untainted strands of memory deep within her heart. You are the only remaining link to her past.

Ch'en : You... huh. What are you talking about?

Talulah : What are you looking at?
——What do you wish to see?

Amiya : You can't stop me.

Talulah : ......

Ch'en : Are you telling the truth?

Amiya : Why else would she challenge you to a fight?
Talulah will only truly die when she kills you with her own two hands.

Ch'en : You've stopped making any sense.

Amiya : Madam Ch'en, the Talulah in front of you has not completely died yet. This tyrant is still not yet in full control of her mind.

Talulah : Tell me more, Cautus. Tell me about that outdated chicanery of yours, absurd as it may be.

Amiya : You should have died when Talulah stabbed you. You should be gone.

Talulah : Mind-reading rabbit... I've never considered this. Even if you can read minds, you should not know these things. Where did you hear of them?

Amiya : Am I reading your mind?
You've always bragged about being able to protect yourself completely using your psychic Originium Arts, Duke of Kashchey. It was your pride, as your political opponents remained helpless against it.

Talulah : ......

Amiya : All I see are memories. I have no idea what you are thinking about right now, but I can feel your emotions.
I glimpsed the secret within your memories. I saw the curse that haunts your body to this day.
You are not Talulah.

Talulah? : I suggest you look out for your own skin before jumping to conclusions.

Ch'en : Amiya! Don't just stand there, avoid that fire!

[Talulah (or Kashchey?) attacks Amiya with her fire Arts... ]

Amiya : Ugh!

[...but she barely withstand it. ]

Ch'en : You... you withstood it?

Amiya : Hfff... Not... not for long!

Talulah? : You're surprised too, are you not? Heh. She did it once before.
The exact same black lines back at Chernobog.
How much longer can you hold on? Your warriors have fallen. Were their sacrifices for nothing? Will you die meaninglessly to my flames today?
How is it? Can you still peep on others' thoughts while desperately casting your Arts? Such a dirty little trick. It reminds me of...

Amiya : Of what?
Think about it carefully.

Talulah? : ......
Which is your real Originium Arts?
...Buldrokkas'tee dying by your hand...
What kind of joke is that.

Ch'en : Amiya, I'll clear a path through the remaining flames! Fall back and jump to the right! Jump as far as you can!

Amiya : Right!

[Amiya and Ch'en fought Talulah intensely, to which point... ]

<Background 2>

[...the control tower's rooftops were set ablaze. ]

Amiya : *Pant* *pant*... Thank you, Madam Ch'en!

Ch'en : Strange. Amiya, Talulah seems to be... very surprised by you.

Amiya : Madam Ch'en, that's not the least of it. Please don't let your guard down, no matter what happens next!

Ch'en : I'll try my best. I don't think there's anything more important than both our lives, nor anything more shocking than the fate of Lungmen!

Talulah? : You... you're called Amiya?
Cautus, if I were to ask you to build me an illusion that would entrance me forever... would you refuse?

Amiya : Nnh...!

Talulah? : Would you hold back and avoid using this kind of power?

Amiya : I won't answer you.

Talulah? : Your expression and hesitation betray your thoughts, self-proclaimed kind Cautus.

Amiya : I've never said that!

Talulah? : Your actions speak louder than words, false Infected warrior.
Black Arts that absorb memories but do not differentiate between consciousness. Not a unilateral extraction, but rather proliferation and acquisition that goes both ways...
How can this be... How can this be? Cautus, what is this? Can you answer me? Have the Sarkaz of Kazdel all gone mad?
——Devil——Sarkaz——
A lord of a different race?
Was the previous Lord of Fiends an idiot or a lunatic? I can't even remember its name anymore. It seems that the extinction of the Sarkaz is indeed imminent.
Oh, the Sarkaz mercenary... W. The Sarkaz behind them...
So that's how it is. So that's how it is.
The Cautus Lord of Fiends. Haha...

Ch'en : (Amiya, to be honest, I'm not shocked...)
(I'm quite lost, actually. )

Amiya : (Do you believe what she's saying, Madam Ch'en? )

Ch'en : (Does it matter?)

Amiya : (I believe the choice is yours, Madam Ch'en. Besides, these facts wouldn't change your mind anyway.)

Ch'en : (Correct. In fact, I think she's trying to buy time until we suffocate.)

Amiya : (But, we're trying to buy time too!)

Ch'en : (Huh? )

Talulah? : Where are your deputies? The nobles of your royal court? Your citizens?
Who else did you bring? That ghoul who's been rotting for several centuries, or that pink-eyed bastard who can't bear the slightest bit of light?
Did you personally take care of Buldrokkas'tee, or did someone do it for you?
You cannot do it, young, false Lord of Fiends. You cannot take control of them and their royal court. You are not a real Lord of Fiends. You're not even a Sarkaz. You're just a little Cautus.
You don't have the power to fight against your enemies. Should try, you would be swiftly eradicated.
Alternatively, you are just the newest toy of the Sarkaz rulers. Do you feel sadness at being a test subject, immature Cautus?
You are an outsider. You cannot do anything but wait for others to take your life and the symbol of the king. And with it, your entire being.
I can do that for you. I will help you depart this world without the slightest trace of pain.

Amiya : Deathless Black Snake... are you afraid?

Talulah? : ——

Ch'en : What?

Amiya : You've said a lot, Duke of Kashchey.
Yet, if your life was really as long as the legends told, and if the dread you showed from time to time was not part of your performance...
Then, I believe I understand.

Ch'en : Kashchey?! Amiya, is that true?

Amiya : The one in front of you is Talulah, and at the same time, Kashchey. My intuition is not wrong.

Talulah? : ......

Amiya : You've fought the Sarkaz in the past, Duke of Kashchey.
You're afraid of me.
You fear me.

Talulah? : Interesting.
However, the time for jokes is over.
I need some time to clean up the current act. This play has greatly exceeded expectations.
For now, I will have to ask you to leave the stage, Cautus. I never expected you to play such a large role. I've underestimated you.
If you can feel my "dread", that can only mean that your Arts are still too shallow.
——I feel whatever I wish to feel. Even if I am unable to shield my memories, emotions are still a specialty of mine.

Amiya : ...You're not lying. That just proves my point. The you right now is definitely not completely Talulah.

Talulah? : Should I give you some more time, so that you may dig out some other truth from my mind? Yet my past is just that, and it can only be that. You cannot prove anything.
My mastery over thoughts is such that none who have ever tried to comprehend them have ever succeeded. Yet, you did not see what I wanted to let you see. You're honest, Cautus.
You did not lie. You can only feel emotions and backtrack along memories. You cannot see my actual thoughts.
Then, let me warn you, Cautus...
You don't know me.
You don't know "Talulah".
All that you've said is built upon your own hypotheses. You fundamentally cannot comprehend me.
How would you know who I am?

Amiya : Nnng...

Ch'en : ...Talulah. Or should I say, Kashchey... I don't care who you are.
No matter who you are... No, that's not right. You're Talulah. It was Kashchey that created you.
Talulah, you're not touching a single strand of her hair.

Talulah? : How brave you are, Hui-chieh, to point a sword at your own relative over an outsider.

Ch'en : No matter who it is by my side, Talulah, a good person would never strike at my friends to get at me.

Talulah? : Hui-chieh, you have not seen the Northern Plains of Ursus. You're just like a delicate flower grown in a greenhouse. You haven't seen how cruel this world can be.
You don't know what changed me to become like this.

Ch'en : Of course! I want to know... How would I not?
I want to know everything that's happened to you. I want you to tell me yourself.

Talulah? : Then... why not come to my side? Right now, Ch'en... I don't want to fight you anymore. I don't want to harm you again.

Ch'en : Hah.
You've got it all wrong.
——The reason I want to know is so I can prevent such things from happening ever again.
I want to know, so I can judge your actions, figure out your motives, compare your deeds.
...I want to know, so that I can see clearly what you want to do, how you want to do it, how far you want to go with it...
I want to know, so that I can see the extent of your sins!
As for you, Talulah...
What's done is done, Talulah. Despite my wishes, you've grown up and become as you are now.

Talulah? : You too, Hui-chieh. You've become something that saddens me.

Ch'en : My actions sadden you? Reunion invaded my city, killed my friends, harmed countless Ursus citizens and decimated so many Infected... who's saddening who?
I watched as Reunion members helped each other at Lungmen, willing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of their comrades. Even in the wilderness, they have nowhere to go. Who's saddening who?

Talulah? : You are their enemy. You are the one who stopped my people, you prevented them from taking Lungmen.

Ch'en : Sorry, Talulah. I wouldn't believe you if you said that sending them off to die in Lungmen wasn't just a way to get this moment here with me.

Talulah? : You've never believed anything I said, Hui-chieh. You've never trusted me.

Ch'en : You asked if I knew Talulah, I do. You asked if I believe Talulah, of course I do.
That's why I came here of my own free will, to verify this thought of mine.
But, I did not come here to prove your innocence... No, definitely not.

Talulah? : Why? Didn't you just say that you trust me, Hui-chieh?
Right now, we are both Infected. Why can't we just stand together? Isn't our reunion supposed to be something happy?

Amiya : (Her thoughts are really shaking... ugh...)

Ch'en : Don't change the topic. You're the leader of Reunion!
I need proof, judgment and verification.
The L.G.D. Officer Ch'en and the present Ch'en Hui-chieh... I'm not trying to prove that "you are innocent". No, how could I?
The Talulah of the past? Excuse me?
No matter what caused you to become like this, since when can we look at Talulah as two distinct halves?
It's because I knew you in the past that I want to understand even more... Who and what turned you into this!
The pain and suffering you've experienced, the truth behind your father's death, your hate towards Wei Yenwu. I can understand all that. Maybe they all pushed you down this road.
But what was it that caused you to become someone so cruel?
What was it that turned you into the vanguard of the Ursus invasion? Did you deceive your people too, Talulah?

Talulah? : You're judging me? You abandoned everything to come here, just to tell me off?
Was it Wei Yenwu who turned you into such a blind, cold-blooded person? Shouldn't you be asking the reasons behind my actions?

Ch'en : No. That can wait for later. I can reconstruct the flow of events from the garbage heap.
I came to fulfill my duty.
If you really weren't responsible for these, I would fire a flare. It wouldn't matter even if you killed me, I'd still be able to prove that you didn't deserve death.
But if you're conspiring to do harm, then we will gladly give up our lives just to stop you.
I want to see to what extent you're wrong. Taking a life without a trial? That's murder. And the city is guilty of murdering the Infected.
Right now, I see it all clearly.
My sword, my thoughts, my ideas, they're all on you.
As for the past, let it remain in the past. The past...
Will never return.
I will never forgive a schemer who toys with lives, no matter who they are.
You cannot break the law with impunity.

Talulah? : Heh heh...
You wish to cut your ties with me, Hui-chieh.

Ch'en : Hmph...
It's pointless to try and taunt me. Feel free to guilt me or whatever.
This is who I am. A woman of my word. You're the one who's forgotten all this.
Amiya, I won't ask what else you need to prepare. Instead, what do you want me to do?

Amiya : Ah, Madam Ch'en... I need a bit more time.

Ch'en : How long?

Amiya : Three minutes at most.

Ch'en : Then I'll give you at least three minutes.
This time, we're really fighting "shoulder to shoulder", Amiya. It's just the two of us.
But we're carrying the burden of countless lives. You know as well as I.
Three minutes, Amiya. In the next three minutes, you will not die. I guarantee it.
So, once we're done with this, I really hope you'll give me a proper explanation.
You have to help me to understand exactly what my sister's become...
Also, I want to know if we'll be able to face this thing's true nature in the end, instead of just an empty shell with a theatrical streak!
I'll accept the outcome, no matter what it is!

Amiya : Alright, I promise, Madam Ch'en. And, thank you... thank you for your perseverance.

Ch'en : I'll believe it when I see it.
Talulah, your actions, your words... I've been watching!
I'm relying on you, Madam Ch'en!

Talulah? : Cautus, I don't know how you manipulated my sister's thoughts, or what sort of dirty deals you have with the Sarkaz.
Is the shadow controlling you and the mastermind behind W the same person?
Don't bother answering. I need my flames to teach you a lesson... You should not have attached yourself to the Sarkaz. You should not have used their power to disgrace the relationship between my sister and me.
Dirty deeds and sinful pasts are acceptable. The generosity and benevolence of one's country would still be willing to accept you and your repentance.
Yet, to go along with the Sarkaz and fall in with Kazdel?
... Both you and the one who raised you should be exiled forevermore, to roam aimlessly in the wastelands, thirsty without any hope of water, hungry without a dream of food, to be eaten alive by maggots as you struggle to live, yet unable to find peace as you die.

Ch'en : ......
... Are you really Talulah?!

Talulah? : Hui-chieh, if you want to know the truth, stop protecting that seed of evil by your side. She is tearing us apart, twisting the truth and using my memories to mislead you...
Cautus, you! Buldrokkas'tee left in search of the light, yet you walk towards darkness... You're not worthy of killing him!

Amiya : ......
If the devils you're talking about are the Sarkaz I know, and if the people you're talking about are like you...
If the light you're talking about is slaughter, spreading pain, harm and deception, whereas the darkness you refer to is to salvation, sympathy, and the fight for justice...
Then I am willing to continue onwards together with the Sarkaz!

Talulah? : Has your identity as an Infected blinded you? Did you misunderstand their goals because of how the Sarkaz use the Infected? Are you not aware that you are the pawn in their hands?
You're trying to drag my sister into the abyss for this?
My flames will burn through your deceit and reveal the truth hidden behind you. Take care, for this will hurt. However, I have no choice but to do it.

Ch'en : You should ask my permission first.

Talulah? : I don't wish to do this, Hui-chieh.

Ch'en : Haven't you already done this before? I've had enough of your... hypocrisy.

Amiya : Your hate is blinding you, preventing you from seeing yourself and escaping your upbringing...
You're the one who hasn't left that fire still, "Talulah"!

After operation

Summary

Amiya has accumulated enough emotion. Rage has been building for some time, memories that do not belong to her break through the limits she placed on herself, and her power is finally assimilated by the emotions.

<Background 2>

[The battle between Talulah/Kashchey against Amiya and Ch'en rages on at the burning Chernobog control tower, eventually reaching a stalemate. ]

Talulah? : Still not enough. You won't be able to overcome my flames like this.

Ch'en : *Pant* *pant*...

Talulah? : With neither wisdom nor courage. Who would enjoy such a performance?
Ch'en Hui-chieh, how much longer will you swing your sword for the sake of others? Have you ever drawn that sword for yourself?
Lord of Fiends, haha... Perhaps the courts managed to create an inferior piece of trash.
Still not enough. Just not enough, you two.

「Actually, it is enough. 」

Talulah? : If you continue speaking to my mind, I'll have to ask you to leave.

Amiya : It's enough.
Madam Ch'en's emotions...
They're flowing towards me from the Chi Xiao.
Before, we didn't know each other at all. It's the things that happened here that have bound us together, the fate of the Infected that has brought us here...
Because we believe that the coming dawn will always be better than today.

Talulah? : Hui-chieh is different from you, Cautus.
Rhodes Island is just a scarecrow for the various political entities. For them, you would kill your own kin while speaking of kindness, waiting for a chance to sow chaos for your own benefit. You don't care about the Infected at all.

Amiya : Who else do you want to kidnap? Are you still planning to feed those lies to Madam Ch'en?
You used Talulah to hijack Reunion. You used Chernobog to seize the Ursus Army, dangling a carrot in front of the people of Ursus. Who else are you planning to kidnap now?!
It's easy to see through your lies, since you only ever talk about the results and motivations, without ever saying what steps you take to achieve them! Your promise to Talulah was the exact same!

Talulah? : Oh...

Amiya : You promised Madam Ch'en and Reunion that you would create a home for the Infected. You promised that the Infected would rise up after a great battle. But Talulah would never have made such a promise again.
Because the first time she made that promise brought so much pain...

Ch'en : Amiya!

Amiya : Madam Ch'en...?

Ch'en : Amiya... I have my regrets. If only I had met you sooner, so much may have turned out differently.
But I've made many mistakes.

Amiya : I think the old Madam Ch'en wouldn't have agreed with me anyway.

Ch'en : Not Madam. Just call me Ch'en.

Amiya : Miss Ch'en.

Ch'en : That's fine, it's a bit more formal. Or is it too formal?
Sorry to drag you into this sisterly quarrel. I thought our reunion would be a little more dramatic... or at least a little more conventional.

Amiya : I think that no matter how conventional it is, the feelings we have when reuniting after a long time are one and the same.
Is crying very clichéd? I don't think so. Any normal person would cry.

Talulah? : Very eloquent, Cautus. An impressive assault on the emotional front.
However, such a skill is better suited to persuade the royal court and senate, to subdue the parliament and those spineless bastards, to incite the blind soldiers and irascible citizens... rather than me.
"Kazdel fell thrice to great fires. It was rebuilt multiple times, receiving millions of new souls and being reclaimed by the royal court each time. Yet, the previous residents have all been reduced to ashes in the wind."
In Chernobog, you once raised a barrier, stopping my breath... I let you go, because the noble warrior who sacrificed his life for you was worthy of my respect.
But now, you've caught my attention once more. You won't get another chance to escape.
Survive this immolation, Cautus.

Ch'en : Damn it...! Amiya! Over here, quick!

Talulah? : I'm not talking to you, sister. Now——
——I wonder what her burning flesh will smell like.

Ch'en : Amiya!

「Violent flames flash into existence, the searing waves of white fire roar towards Amiya from all directions, completely enveloping her and even the very ground she stands upon. 」

<Background 2>

Ch'en : You!

Talulah? : Just try it. If you struck now, would you cut both my Arts and her?

Ch'en : Let her go! Let her go, Talulah! I'm the one you want dead!

Talulah? : Too late.

<Background fades out>

「The three minutes are up. Enough time has passed.
Their thoughts shift over Lungmen and Chernobog. Their memories cross the Northern Plains and the lands of Ursus.
She is intimately familiar with Ch'en's thoughts. She has experienced all of Ch'en's battles to this point. She has branded Lungmen, Chernobog, and all of the Northern Plains upon her body. 」

<Background fades in>

「Black lines surge outwards from the ball of flame, forming into distinct threads that carve through the flames.
The white fire fades away. 」

Talulah? : ... How...
What cut through the flame prison...?

[Amiya managed to escape Talulah's flame prison unscatched. ]

<Background black>

「Amiya violently gasps for breath.
She shuts her eyes.
Countless ideas form within Amiya's mind, and dissipate just as quickly. 」

「She remembers FrostNova lamenting through gritted teeth.
She sees the Wendigo's corpse standing tall.
She hears Alina's irrepressible whispers.
She sees Ace and Scout, and remembers the elite operators dancing at the party.
She recalls Lisa taking gingerbread out of the oven. She thinks of Mimi's handmade badges. She sees the light that shines faintly at Sunty's chest as he walks through the corridor during a power outage, a silly grin on his freckled face.
She thinks of her parents.
She sees her mother holding onto her shoulder as she tries to grasp the fiddlestick. Her mother's fingers are long and fair, though she is displeased at all the scars and calluses.
She sees her father falling over after pushing her out the door. She cannot remember exactly what her father said, only that he had tears in his eyes. "Goodbye. Live on, Amiya."
She sees Theresa stabbing a sword into her chest.
She sees Theresa wishing her goodnight and turning off the lights.
She sees Theresa picking out a white dress for her, with a smile brighter than her own.
She sees the Doctor walking in front of her. She sees the Doctor looking back, waiting for her to catch up before continuing onwards. 」

She sees a Sarkaz.
A great fire. The very same great fire. A great fire that burns all, yet is unable to eradicate malice. A great fire that itself was born of malice.
Inside a tent surrounded by the great fire, the Sarkaz roars aloud.
We have been betrayed once more! They have broken the agreement, attacked our camp!
They are just normal civilians, not soldiers! They are just normal Sarkaz!
Why did you kill my wife? Why must my people suffer such injustice?!
Why do we not have the right to live?!
We just want to live in peace! A place to call home!
Is it just because we are Sarkaz?!

「Amiya's tears evaporate in the scorching flames.
Is it just because we are Infected? Amiya asks. 」

Are we lower than the vilest beasts, a blight upon this land, simply because we are Sarkaz?
The Sarkaz's roars pierce through the tongues of flame, through the Arts, through the eras.
What crimes did they commit? Are they not innocent?!

「Do you hate them? Amiya whispers. 」

A memory will not answer.
Yet, this great Sarkaz does so, as if he knows that this question will inevitably be asked.
No, perhaps he is the one who never stopped asking himself——
Do they hate us?! To massacre our kin without rhyme or reason, to renege on their promises, to cover up their crimes by committing an even greater crime!
Are they toying with us, or is this manipulation? Do they seek benefits, or is this purely abuse? Is this a moment of paranoia, or is it malice buried deep within?
Are we the ones they should hate?
They should hate themselves! They should hate themselves for reducing the land to this state, for turning us all into villains.
The Sarkaz raises his sword.

「Black and cerulean engulf the entirety of the longsword. That weight presses heavily on Amiya's shoulders, the longsword that Amiya grips in her hand. 」

Do I hate them?
Rage. Rage.
An endless rage, encapsulating all the pain and injustice upon this land.
It breaks past the Sarkaz's bottom line, past Amiya's guard.
An enmity that cannot even be destroyed by hate. How can that which raises malice overcome malice?
Yet... This fury is different.
Even if I don't take revenge, even if I never hold a grudge, I still have the right to rage on forever! The Sarkaz roars furiously.
They should never have done so if they didn't expect this!

<Background black>

The flames tremble beneath his mighty roars. They shrink back, transforming from orange to cerulean in a display of self-mockery. The cerulean flames burn ever brighter.
The Sarkaz draws his longsword, the black blade long and sharp, wisps of blue flame trailing across it.
His fury swells forth.
If this is the end, come at me! I will bring the end to you! To all of us... To myself!
If this land will not permit myself to lay down my weapon, then I can only continue to fight, until the end of time itself!

「Amiya knows, she knows that after killing all the oathbreakers, this great Sarkaz had committed suicide.
Amiya also knows that this sword had turned into little more than ashes, as if it had never existed.
Yet, the cerulean fury, and the history, of the Sarkaz lord have long become a part of Amiya. 」

<Flashback starts here>

「"As move unsheathing blade, cleave now as cleft." 」

「"As move at teardrop's point, once known be deft." 」

「"As sword ere shadow's trace, cast off as cast." 」

「"As sword of stratus rent, once stood stand fast." 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

「Many more memories fall into Amiya's mindscape, the river of time gushing through Amiya's consciousness.
It's not a happy ending. But, Amiya has run out of time. 」

<Flashback starts here>

「Amiya sees Ch'en's rage. 」

「Amiya sees Talulah's flames. 」

「Amiya understands clearly that they must resolve this matter here. 」

「This sword of fury will not be just a sword of the past. It must become a sword of the present. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background black>

「Amiya grips the hilt tightly. Amiya_Guard

<Background 2>

[The sight of Amiya using her Sarkaz King powers to create a sword of her own leaves both Talulah/Kashchey and Ch'en bewildered. ]

Ch'en : ... Sword...

Talulah? : ... Sword.
From spinning to cutting. The embodied power did not increase, but the form has changed.
It's genuine. Congratulations, Cautus.
You're not a fragment, not an experiment, not an impostor.
You are indeed the Lord of Sarkaz... the enemy of humanity.

Amiya : No, I'm nothing but an Infected.
A... person.

Ch'en : I'm a bit... speechless.
Amiya, you... what kind of magic is that?

Amiya : That doesn't matter right now...

Ch'en : Maybe. But actually, it matters a lot to me. Why are you holding a sword that looks so much like Chi Xiao? Why do you know the sword techniques that I've diligently practiced for over ten years?

Amiya : (Miss Ch'en... Is it that serious?!)

Ch'en : Nevermind, let's leave it for next time. How similar is this sword to Chi Xiao?

Amiya : You can think of it as another Chi Xiao.

Ch'en : Alright, Amiya. How much of my sword techniques do you know?

Amiya : All. All that I've seen, all that I've found within your heart, I know it all.

Ch'en : ...What did you find in my heart?

Amiya : Erm, Miss Ch'en... D-don't worry, I only saw those things that you wished for me to learn. I can distinguish these things. I-I really didn't look at anything else.

Ch'en : Forget it all.
Wei Yenwu always said that handling Chi Xiao relies more on one's state of mind rather than one's mastery over the sword.
I always thought he was bullshitting, but I have to admit I'm unlikely to ever reach his level of swordsmanship.
So, you can just ignore him when he's waxing lyrical about cooperation and principles, but when it comes to the sword you must listen to us both!

Amiya : Got it!

Talulah? : Two swords. You actually had the gall to choose such an evil weapon like Chi Xiao.

Ch'en : Since when have weapons been evil or not? What kind of weapon could be more evil than you?
Listen up, Amiya!
If your resentment and my fury are one and the same, then so too are our swords!
Let's go, Amiya! Take her down, dead or alive!

Amiya : Huh?! Can we really...?

Ch'en : Don't act like we have a choice!

Talulah? : You've gained so much confidence from such a weapon?
I've been through this tomfoolery once already today, and I don't fancy an encore.
Let's test your sword, Cautus. I'll see your skills for myself.

[Talulah/Kashchey uses her Arts against Amiya and Ch'en... ]

Ch'en : Too slow! Chi Xiao!

Amiya : Unsheathe!

[...but the two managed to cut through it using the combined might of Chi Xiao and Amiya's copy. ]

Talulah? : Ah...

Amiya : (Dr. Kal'tsit was right. Chi Xiao is a sword that can cut through Arts...!)

「The formless flames that endlessly devour their surroundings dissipate into nothingness after the flashes of cerulean, black and red. 」

<Background 2>

Talulah? : A wound.
How could this...
Ever since I revived through my sheer hate, this body has not taken a single scratch.

Amiya : We only managed to cut her finger... Her Arts are too tremendously powerful!

Ch'en : Don't underestimate that little scratch!
Every little wound and cut we give her will build up and accumulate. We'll wear her down eventually!

Talulah? : That's really sad.

Ch'en : Who do you think you are, talking like that while wearing that face?

Talulah? : The L.G.D. really raised a kind-hearted girl.
You seem very happy carving up your sister's body with an outsider, Hui-chieh.

Ch'en : You dare call me that?

Talulah? : Kill me if you wish, Hui-chieh.

Ch'en : You...

Talulah? : I can never return. I hate all of this. I hate you. I hate this land that raised you. It made you like this.
Kill me, release me from all this. Otherwise, I will kill you.
At least... at least... Hui-chieh, Hui-chieh... Don't make me kill you. I don't want to, I can't...
Even if it's your fault I'm like this.

Ch'en : ...I... That time twenty years ago, I...

Talulah? : You didn't come with me.
You backed out. You ran away, Hui-chieh. I became like this... Something that even I hate... All because of you.
It's all because of you. Because you went back on your promise.

Ch'en : Ah...

Talulah? : That night, under that torrential rain...
Why did you willingly stay by that evil dragon's side?
He killed my father, caused our mother's death... He split us apart!
And now you're doing his bidding?

Amiya : It's lying!
Think about it, Miss Ch'en.
What was it actually like that night?

Talulah? : ......

Ch'en : The sky was clear. I will never forget... That night, there was no moonlight, no stars——
But it was daytime when you dragged me out. It was during the day.

Amiya : That means...
No. Talulah, Kashchey's Originium Arts didn't begin taking effect after his death...
He had already been using his Arts on you from that moment on.
Just think! How many of your thoughts has he twisted? How many memories has he warped?
Even if he didn't tamper with your memories, he was still exploiting those fuzzy corners of your mind!
Talulah, if you are still Talulah——
Even if you wanted to start a war, even if you ended up sacrificing many people...
Would you have let them all die in vain just for yourself?
If there had to be sacrifices, wouldn't you have let yourself be the first?
Would you have let the Yetis and FrostNova die helplessly? Would you have used the thing Patriot was protecting to destroy him, you who greatly respected him? Would you have allowed countless Ursus and Infected to die for that?

Talulah? : Enough. You cannot shake my resolve.
Your actions are completely the same, down to the very rhythms... Disgusting.
Those two swords are still unable to best me.
You will eventually run out of stamina, yet my flames are endless.
Your swords are an extension of your bodies, whereas I embody power. You will fall to your fatigue, and I will claim your lives.

Amiya : Talulah, open your eyes and see... Do you truly wish for such an ending, such a tragedy?
Is this really what you want?!

Talulah? : Enough!

[Talulah/Kashchey uses her fire Arts ... ]

Amiya : It's pointless to hide in your shell. Face me.

「Amiya raises her head.
She speaks as if describing a simple fact. 」

[...but Ch'en interrupts her. ]

「Ch'en looks at Amiya. The girl next to her is unrecognizable from the Amiya of ten minutes ago.
Her unusual tone is surprising. It feels as though a third of it is coming from Amiya herself, another third from subtly imitating her, and the last third...
Ch'en does not know either. 」

「The Draco pinches her lips together.
After much hesitation, she opens her mouth once again. 」

Talulah? : What sights did you see this time? Whose last words did you hear?
Cautus, only those who face imminent death like to spout such platitudes. The events of the past cannot harm me.

「At the same time, she taps the hilt of her sword, lightly pulling apart the shaking air ahead of her and sending the scorching heat towards the two Infected.
Ch'en roars. Just before she moves, it occurs to her that it may be better for Amiya to deal with this. 」

Amiya : Chi Xiao - Fleeting Night!

「She turns to look at Ch'en, a smile on her face. 」

Amiya : Um, sorry. It's something like this, right?

「Blue? Black... probably cerulean. It looks good. Compared to this, Chi Xiao is a lot bloodier.
At this moment, Ch'en considers that perhaps this battle should have just gone like this.
The oxygen supply devices have all been destroyed during the battle. To fight a fire dragon while carrying an oxygen supply is nothing short of suicidal.
With a huff, Ch'en discards her extraneous equipment and laments the fact that she was far too hasty with her preparations. 」

Ch'en : Amiya, there's not much time left. She's planning to burn off all the oxygen here.

「The rabbit beside her is also a veteran of many battles. This reminder should have been unnecessary, but it's enough to divert her attention.
There's only one reason to do so. Ch'en wants to draw her attention. Ch'en breathes in deeply.
She's struggling to keep calm.
Refusing to be bound by its scabbard, the temporarily restrained Chi Xiao trembles violently, as if eagerly awaiting its release, to the point of madness.
Though, it may be because her own hand is shaking.
After all these years, only now... only now does Ch'en feel the tenacity of Chi Xiao. She fears that she will lose her grip on the sword, yet she is unable to stop herself from rejoicing together with it.
Ch'en comes to a realization. Chi Xiao possesses no will of its own. Its will is the will of the wielder.
It wasn't that she was unable to draw Chi Xiao before. She just hadn't reached a point where she needed to use it.
But now, as she faces a veritable wall of flames and the villain in front of her, the person she longed for, that friend, sister, criminal, along with a sense of total despair, it all weighs down heavily on her.
The trembling gradually stops. It's time, Ch'en feels. Chi Xiao has been waiting for far too long.
And she has, as well. 」

Amiya : Miss Ch'en, please wait. We may be able to hurt her, but even if we have the power to do so—— Killing her is meaningless.

「Amiya doesn't feel as if she is the one speaking.
She feels like a sharp blade, a sharp blade bent from injustice and tragedy. Even so, Amiya feels that this blade will return to its original shape, as sharp as ever.
She feels a little like Ch'en.
That's not a bad thing. She cannot actually be Ch'en, after all.
Amiya gazes at Talulah.
Miss Ch'en, did you arrest suspects just so you could flog and humiliate them? To take away their lives?
Yet, her nameless anger is nothing like Ch'en. She feels betrayal, manipulation, isolation. She is experiencing a story that has yet to reach its end, a gloomy future that which still exists. 」

Amiya : That is just an outcome, I believe. Besides, we don't possess that authority.
I know you'll say that just washing away her suspicions is too easy.
No, Madam Ch'en... Miss Ch'en. That's not right.
Whether or not her suspicions can be washed away must wait until this matter is resolved.

「Ch'en bites down hard on her lip, drawing blood. Why does she feel joy at blood kin harming one another? She cannot answer.
She stops herself from raising Chi Xiao.
She sighs. 」

Ch'en : Exactly. That's just an outcome. I want them to be judged for their crimes. Death can come after they are sentenced.

Talulah? : Where does your confidence stem from?

Ch'en : It's not confidence, monster.
It's called responsibility.

「Ch'en holds her head up high. 」

Amiya : It's our duty.
On the other hand, Kashchey, you possess nothing.
Your body is borrowed. Your deceptions are laid bare. Your flames falter before Chi Xiao.
You chose this place as your battlefield, relying on your weapons and disguise. Staying in the core city is proof of your arrogance and folly.
You've driven yourself into a corner. You cannot escape.

Operation story: JT8-3

Before operation

Summary

"Talulah" gives up her disguise, and stops working her tricks on Ch'en and Amiya. Amiya and Ch'en now face one of the most powerful forces of will Ursus has ever birthed. The decisive battle is upon them.

<Background 1>

Talulah? : Lord of Fiends... You've done well.
Yet, I remain troubled by that baseless confidence you and that young dragon continue to show.

Amiya : Are you finally giving up the guise?

Ch'en : Who am I talking to now? Is it the changed Talulah, or a young Kashchey?

Talulah? : Denouncing my actions, insulting my person, continuously dragging forth memories from deep within my mind——
Did you think that you could subdue me like this? Force me to surrender?
Or did you think that I would be suppressed by the dragon-slaying sword of Yan and the filthy Arts of the Sarkaz? Free for your Arts to do with this body as you wish, to regain some semblance of "purity"?
——That is the extent of your oratory skills.
Why do you stand against me?

Ch'en : Your conceit only feeds your arrogance. It only means you have that much further to fall.

Talulah? : However young you may be, you are still the Lord of Fiends in the end. Attempting to persuade me, convincing my inner heart, telling me there is a foreign being trying to take over this body and that I should struggle free.

Amiya : Nnh...!

Talulah? : Frankly, aren't you unsure as well?
If memories and emotions can be falsified, does Kashchey truly exist?
What does it mean if Kashchey doesn't actually exist?

Amiya : This has nothing to do with you, Kashchey.
We want to defeat you not because of what you have experienced, but because of what you have done.
We cannot allow you to continue harming others. No matter what reasons you may have, it's just as Madam Ch'en said...
We don't care.
Regardless if you are Kashchey or Talulah.

Ch'en : ...Get the hell out of my sister's body.
...I wanted to say that, but it seems to just be an excuse for you. If you do have an excuse, save it for the judge.
Amiya, get ready. Let's go!

Talulah? : Have you been... mislead... by the power I'm displaying right now?
Let me repeat myself. Everyone in this city who could kill me is now dead. Besides Patriot, no one in the Chernobog core city could have done it.
FrostNova, the frosty nightmare of the tundra died at Lungmen, just as I planned.
Even if you use these two swords... you don't hold a candle to them.
I've given you the wrong impression.
If this body was not willing, I would not be able to accomplish anything.
But now, what exactly is this body of mine restraining? I do not understand.
I shall liberate it, just as I once liberated all destruction.

「The Draco reaches for the longsword. Her fingers brush across the blade's edge, leaving a trail of blood painted across it.
She laughs.
Ch'en tries to speak, yet her body refuses. Something is flowing around her neck.
Amiya gestures towards her, an image appearing within her mind. Ch'en realizes that they are indeed caught within Talulah's Arts.
Should Ch'en open her mouth to speak, the heat around her mouth would rapidly increase, burrowing into her esophagus and incinerating her from within.
Amiya turns to glare at Talulah, but it's too late. The Arts have already taken effect. The Draco's voice reverberates within the roiling heat, but Amiya and Ch'en are forced to remain silent.
Ch'en feels as if her lungs are riddled with holes, her breath labored and tortured.
The Draco's Arts seem to deliberately differentiate between volitional expressions and involuntary movements. It seems to Ch'en then even Talulah cannot force her Arts to work on all concepts.
That's why Talulah chose their mouths. The red dragon simply wishes for the two to stay silent.
Ch'en grits her teeth.
The temperature is still rising. As time passes, it will inevitably reach its climax, and the two will die. After all, they cannot cut apart the blistering air that surrounds their bodies. 」

Talulah? : Countless lives vanish before me, and I grieve for them. Yet, I can only continue moving forward. Because I know. The glorious nation I serve demands fresh blood. It wishes for death. It calls for humility.
It disappeared, then emerged once more; It disintegrated, then was rebuilt; It died a sudden death, then was resurrected.
"I journey across the plains of salt, the bleeding mountain valleys, and not once was I harmed."
"For his sword, his territory, his subjects, they grant me protection."

<Background 2>

[Wei Yenwu unleashes an Arts attack resembling that of Chi Xiao's at the Rat King, though he purposely missed the Zalak. ]

Rat King : *Cough*, *cough*... To think you could use the sword techniques of Chi Xiao through your fingers alone. Do you not even need to wield the actual sword anymore?

Wei Yenwu : You're getting older, you coot. So old that you've forgotten what is it you should be doing, before you even think of stopping me.
Your Arts may be outstanding, but your multitude of worries causes you to make mistakes.
Why do you stand against me? Are you thinking of giving up your life to delay me? Why?
Don't do anything you'll regret!

Rat King : Are you lacking in things you regret doing, Wei Yenwu?

Wei Yenwu : Would you like for Ch'en Hui-chieh to commit sororicide? For Kashchey to do as he wants?!

Rat King : Our time is over, Wei Yenwu!

Wei Yenwu : You're saying that they should not repeat our mistakes? I have never thought otherwise.

Rat King : You raised her, fortified this city, watched as people lived and died. She's already gone, why do you force more onto her?

Wei Yenwu : You think a group of Infected and a young officer can do it?

Rat King : I think things will only get worse if you go.

Wei Yenwu : Kojui, have I ever hesitated to kill?

Rat King : Lots of times.

Wei Yenwu : ...You...
How long do you plan to get in my way?

Rat King : Until I'm cold in the ground—
—Or until the core city stops.
Whether the Shadow Guard stops it, or Ursus, Hui-chieh or the Infected.
But before it stops, you're not taking a single step forward.

Wei Yenwu : Lin Kojui! Do not challenge me!

Rat King : ...Try me, Wei Yenwu! If you want me to let you die like Master Edward did, you'd better send me off first!

Wei Yenwu : You!

<Background 3>

Shieldguard : They're everywhere!
Hold the line! Forward! Forward! Push them out! Chase them out!
Feline, how much longer can you hold on?

Rosmontis : ......
Either we win and the battle ends, or I die.
I won't let them capture Amiya or interfere with her fight.
Even if Talulah dies, these people will not go away. How much more time does your squad need to maneuver?

Shieldguard : Are you talking about all the guerrillas and the Infected Patriot brought?

Rosmontis : Yes.

Shieldguard : At least another hour.

Rosmontis : Then we will live for another hour.
I'll go with you. Move!

Shieldguard : Great! That's great, Feline!
Guerrillas... No, warriors of Buldrokkas'tee, the oppressed! Onwards! March onwards!

Rosmontis : March onwards!

<Background 1>

Talulah? : Who do you think are the two sides of this battle?
You think they are the Infected and non-Infected. You think that it is justice and injustice.
Wrong. That's all wrong.
This is the reason you cannot defeat me.
One side is simply doing as they wish for their own goals, acting on emotion alone... Weak-willed fools who do not even understand the meaning of war.
Whereas the other side is those suffering in Ursus... The people who live in pain under the discrimination of others.
You don't care? You don't have the right to care. How could you possibly fathom the love we have towards our land?
I love them, those warriors who fight for this country, those passionate people who willingly spill their own blood upon the battlefield... No matter who they see as an enemy, I love them all!
They entrust their lives to their faith. It's fine even if they go against Ursus in a moment of prejudice and shortsightedness.
Because, this land will forever love them.
Those dignitaries whose brains are full of shit, who mock the sacrifices and victims among the common folk... I love them too.
My love towards them will not falter just because of their actions! Because love is alike, it is equal, it is normal.
Those uninfected who fight for the Infected, those Infected who refuse to give up——I love them all!
The way they pursue life is thousands of times better than the trash who waste their lives away meaninglessly!
But I love all the people of Ursus. Whether strong or weak, benevolent or tyrannical, altruistic or greedy.
To Ursus, all lives are equal. We are all grains of sand in Ursus.
Some people deserve a better life from birth! But they cannot and will not choose so.
Because fate is blind. They must undergo these unreasonable hardships, so that they may grow stronger and mature.
Some people must be punished.
But they cannot, for their lives are still important. They will push forward the great river of time, where things will move and plans implemented, until the time when they are drowned and greatness is newly cast.
I love them all.
Not because of origin, not because of deeds, not because of identity, not because of personality.
I love everyone on this land.
It has been so for a thousand years.

Ch'en : !

Amiya : ——!

「The Deathless Black Snake.
The Deathless Black Snake! 」

[As the flames intensify, "Talulah" speaks under the title of the "Deathless Black Snake," her rhetoric taking on a far more mythic and ideological tone. ]

"Deathless Black Snake" : Amiya, oh Amiya. Do you know why you are so shortsighted, why you are so weak?
Because you only stand in your own two shoes. Do you know how narrow your vision is? How much misfortune have you ever seen?
You've only seen some unremarkable scenes through the eyes of the Lord of Fiends, yet you presume to act as if you have personally experienced it...
I've experienced far more tragedy than you ever have.
You are constrained by your identity as an orphaned Infected, whereas I am the observer of the entirety of Ursus.
I live to save the vast land and crying people you cannot see. What about you?
You are but fools, blind and deaf, despairing over the littlest of things, proclaiming yourself saviors.
Could you ever imagine what has taken place across this world? You cannot.
The language, history and memories you see are all just short excerpts of self-glorification. You cannot see the scars carved onto the living by fate itself.
Scars can kill. The scars of millions of my Ursus kin are etched onto my body.
Ch'en Hui-chieh. You are my sister in blood and flesh. You stand here against me and view Ursus as your enemy, all because you think it is invading your homeland.
If you cannot even defeat your own sister, do you believe for a second that you will prevail against the entirety of Ursus?
What's more, whether or not Ursus will be dragged into this war, and whatever the result of the war may be, matters not to me.
All I want is for this land to free itself from the impasse and dissonance it finds itself in. After this war ends, there will inevitably be a winner and a loser, whether it is the military government or a new emperor.
The previous Ursus emperor was like the incarnation of the soul of Ursus.
He did not lose himself in pleasure, and maintained a healthy distance from power despite his lofty ambitions. He could not be called the embodiment of lust, and was as far from a tyrant as could be.
However, he brought about wars, for Ursus needs wars. Ursus needs wars for its people to grow.
He was exceptional. He was worthy of being called an emperor of Ursus.
As for you, Infected.
"Why don't you bow down in front of them and wag your tails desperately like the beasts you are? You may receive their forgiveness that way."
You wish to be accepted by everyone?
Of course you can... Just accept the fodder they give you, abandon the language of people and become slaves. Hand over a quarter of your own for them to squander and slaughter.
They will see you as harmless livestock, a pet that looks disgustingly like a person yet is interesting enough to keep around. An accessory that they may grant meager protection to console their miserable pride.
You will struggle and die, yet there will always be countless new lives ready to take your place. Your kin will be reduced to such, then and forever.
——Because those fools can only feel forgiveness and satisfaction through such a method. The great systems of power are always established for the sake of you and them... the slave and the master.
No one else will treat you as fairly as Ursus and I. We know how despicable the Ursus may be, yet we have no choice but to let you live in their shadow.
If you think that is evil, then so be it. Because this evil perpetuated a mentality of pathetic salvation that spanned nations, that caused life to be so.
Until today.
I will change everything. I gave them direction.
The exceptional once-ruler of this nation brought greatness to them, yet even he could not escape the grasp of time. In the end, he could not bring salvation to the Infected.
In war, their irrational parts are sated, their non-intelligent parts are perfused, their mediocre parts become extraordinary, their indifferent thoughts become fanatic.
Those people gain a sort of nobility.
To tame and use them is an act of foolishness rather than wisdom. We do not need their allegiance, nor do we want to rule over them.
I will let them restore their lost dignity.
In the future of Ursus, the same holds true for the Infected.
I will bring about exaltation and equality, for the Infected and non-Infected, for Ursus and other nations.
Inevitably, a winner will emerge between the borderland armies and the State Council. I fan the flames of this war, so that they may decide immediately.
As time passes, life is eroded and passion is ousted. When Ursus becomes incapable of setting off the slightest spark, its lands and people will rot and become lost in the annals of history.
I will never let that happen.
I had intentionally let Reunion fall here, to be regathered in my hand and crumble once again, just so that there is a starting point to all this.
Yet, you deny all of this. You deny everything that I will do for Ursus.
How can your shortsightedness see the events a century henceforth?
How can you even begin to imagine the Infected and non-Infected united in their struggle? Why would you disrupt the peace and glory that will follow a thousand years, simply for the sake of a little suffering today?
In the end, you are too immature.
You have never experienced despair at the brink of destruction. The Infected may struggle, but they still live on. In contrast, Ursus has nearly fallen to ruin in a single night on multiple occasions.
Have you ever listened to the cavalry of Khagan galloping across the land, the sound of weapons clashing so thunderously they can level mountains and shift rivers?
Have you ever heard the shrill cries of the Kheshigs of Nightzmora as they run their scimitars across their skulls?
Have you ever experienced the ear-splitting sound of thousands of Warriors of Rus firing simultaneously, reducing the high and mighty Gauls to little more than ashes amongst the blood and mud?
You are clueless, but I don't blame you for that.
If you really wish to put your foolish thoughts into action and prevent the revival of Ursus, the reunification of the Ursus under the same banner of faith, the revitalization of the Ursus land...
Then, try and stop me. Try and stop this incarnation of Ursus.
Come.

After operation

Summary

The "Deathless Black Snake" threatens the two with Talulah's life, knowing that the death of Talulah would not stop the war.

<Background 1>

[After a grueling battle, Amiya and Ch'en managed to overpower the so-called Deathless Black Snake. ]

"Deathless Black Snake" : Well done.
You've done well...
What is this? The dragonslaying sword couldn't cut me, the sword of the Lord of Fiends' couldn't pierce me, so why is... my Arts... My control is fading away?

「The flames gradually die down. Even though the heat remains harsh enough to kill, it's far less brutal than several minutes ago.
Ch'en's bloodstained hands don't stop trembling. She's barely blinking. 」

Talulah? : ......
Do you feel joy?
Is it a good feeling?
You are so close to victory, so why are your expressions so heavy?
Victory is close at hand... is it not?

Ch'en : ...Ugh.
Her Arts have been dispelled... We can talk again.
Don't be rash, Amiya. We're also...

Talulah? : Are you planning to banish me from this body?
Feel free.

Ch'en : Who the hell are you mocking?

Talulah? : O Lord of Fiends, why do you not speak?
Come and chase me out of her body. You——
You can do it, no?

Amiya : ......

Talulah? : What difference is there between judging her and judging me? Are these crimes not all my fault?
Lord of Fiends? Answer me.

Amiya : You're not wrong, Kashchey.
If she was completely unwilling... you wouldn't have been able to do those things.

Ch'en : ......

Amiya : Those thoughts that belong to you... Regardless if they have been twisted, they all originated from... Talulah herself.

Ch'en : You!

Amiya : Are you planning on harming Miss Talulah's body?!

Ch'en : What are you doing?! Put that sword down!

Talulah? : Have you ever seen someone cut his throat in front of you, "sister"?
Not even a Draco's body can withstand the sharpness of this sword.
I cannot do what she does not wish to do.
So, can Talulah continue to live?

Ch'en : Don't even think about it!

Talulah? : The despair within her heart, the unescapable shame. Are they strong enough, powerful enough that she would want to——
——
End it all?

Amiya : Kashchey! Everything you've done to Talulah is unforgivable!
Regardless if you're just her shadow, an obstacle to her awakening, or another side of her... No matter how many wrongs Talulah has committed, you're definitely not in the right.

Talulah? : I am merely "educating" her.
My failure stems from my enduring persistence. When you encounter a person without persistence, you will come to realize how much is contained within the word "suffering".
Just like how those Ursus warriors unfortunate enough to become her sacrifices are relegated to nothing more than the solid road beneath her feet.
These poor, pitiful Infected that should have exerted their value... They're all wasted now.
Even I myself am just part of the road she steps upon. If I had succeeded in killing you, "sister"... It'd be a lot simpler.
You could say that we are the Black Snake. You could also say that I am Talulah.
Ch'en Hui-chieh, oh Hui-chieh. Talulah and I are just one of the many types of father-daughter pairs.
Perhaps Wei Yenwu is similar to me.

Ch'en : You have the nerve to say that?! After sacrificing your own "daughter"? He's nothing like you!

Amiya : N-No... You mustn't——

Talulah? : Too late, Lord of Fiends. I will not let you reveal my secrets.

Amiya : Kashchey, you were planning to kill Miss Ch'en so that you could kill off Talulah once and for all!
And now, you can't do it anymore. We've aroused her memories and caused them to echo within her mind for long enough. She can no longer bear it.
Miss Talulah! Please remember... Please recall who you are!
No matter what kind of sacrifice it may be, if it was you... You would sacrifice yourself first for the sake of others, right?
Think about FrostNova, about Faust... Think about all the warriors who believe in you. Think about yourself!
Are you really just going to let us take your life like this...! You could never accept your death while having your body manipulated like this!
Even if you were to feel remorse, even if you felt sinful, you should do so as yourself... And not as the carrier of a curse, the victim of an ancient evil!
Even if you wanted to die, you should die as Talulah! Die as the Talulah who wanted to change the snowfields, the Talulah who wished to change the fate of the Infected!
Miss Talulah, I know!
I know that you weren't seeking achievement nor glory when you began fighting for the Infected... It's fine even if you failed! You did so because you believed it was the correct thing to do!
That's why, no matter what kind of people we are facing, no matter what world we face... We will always strive to move forward, never stopping until we can finally rest!
Aren't you that kind of person... Aren't the people you know all like that?

Ch'en : Talulah, are you content being a puppet of this snake?
Will you let it end like this? Is this really the Talulah I know?
Are you really worthy of being called the leader of the Infected?!

<Background 1>

... I'm not worthy.

Ch'en : Hng!

Amiya : Could it be... Miss Talulah...!

「This is definitely not the first time the white-haired Draco attempted to resist her "father".
The leader of the Infected...? 」

I have never been.

「He has only ever taught her about his schemes. Those schemes were in fact statements of intent.
Though she knew all about it, she was never able to stop herself.
Even before the hatred she has for those things she cannot accept, she first and foremost...
Hates herself. 」

I've failed. I've fallen into your trap. What's worse is that it was all of my own doing.Yet, even so——!
You may not mock my kin.
What right do you have to mock those kin of mine who refused to concede to the bitter end?!
The different[sic] between me and you is that your "love"... is just sacrifice.
Mister Buldrokkas'tee, Yelena, little Eno, little Sasha, the quiet Lyudmila, the kind Alex, Alina...
What right have I to mock them?
What right have I to mock my Infected kin who're struggling to survive?

<Background black>

Talulah : Enough. You can stop here. I'm no longer you, Kashchey. I'm different from you... I'm not another Black Snake.
I might be a Kashchey... But I'm definitely not another Black Snake.
Your curse must end here today.
...My hatred has killed far too many. Don't even think about using hatred to incite me any further.
Heh. Kashchey, that hatred and history you've carried with you for countless years... It will all end with me.
You may be the seed, the vines, the towering tree... It doesn't matter, Kashchey.
I am fire.
"I taught you all of this?" No, Kashchey. This world, that snowfield, those people chasing after the sunlight... You will never understand the things they taught me.
The people who could direct my power are already there. Even if you made me lose them... You can never control my emotions ever again.
My fire will burn through you and me alike.

This fire, raging from the plight of my kin, from all those who are enslaved, will burn you and your branches to a crisp.

<Background 1>

Talulah? : You... you! You dare oppose me? How could you——
...Why would I ever let you escape from my fangs?

Ch'en : Are you angry not because your plans have failed, but because you're not able to control her anymore?

Talulah? : Control? She is me... I am her!

Ch'en : Of course, Kashchey... How could a daughter of Draco be as dark as a worm like you!

Amiya : M-Miss Ch'en? You mustn't let the Phidian operators hear that!

Ch'en : Ah. I once had a snake boss who was incapable of telling a lie... never mind.
Kashchey, there's only one reason you failed. You're not worthy.
You're not worthy of possessing my sister's body. You're not worthy of starting a war. In fact, you're not worthy of the experience you've talked so much about.
So get the hell out of Talulah's body right now!

Talulah? : Before I leave this body... Do you really think that you can stop the core city?

Amiya : ——No!

Talulah? : As long as I end this life here, everything will continue moving forward. How can you possibly stop Ursus——

Amiya : ...Could it be she's not your...

Talulah? : You're still tracing my emotions? Mongrel Lord of Fiends... Even if it's the truth, you don't have the right to speak it!
...Hah.
Hmph. You're not wrong, however.
Fine.
There will always be another Chernobog and another conscious puppet. There will definitely be another Talulah.
I admit defeat. Go ahead and celebrate your victory to your hearts' content.
It doesn't matter... Nothing matters anymore. Remember this, Talulah.
"I will be there even at the edge of the world."

「The white-haired Draco crumples to the floor. 」

Amiya : ...Is it over?

Talulah? : ......

Ch'en : Don't move!
We cannot be sure if this... if this is just another trick of that old snake. I don't know if Talulah really managed to purge him from her mind, or if she's really feeling regret over her actions...
Besides, it's not over... We still have to stop this city.

??? : You better gimme that thing if you wanna stop this city, bunny!

Amiya : What...? W? Where did you come from...?

W : The key! Hurry, before it's too late! We're all dead meat if this giant hunk of scrap doesn't stop soon!

Amiya : I... I cannot trust an enemy. An enemy who's killed my Rhodes Island friends.

W : How can I make you trust me then? How about this, just read my heart. Normally I'd blow the hell out of anyone who tried, but I'm willing to make an exception here.
Besides... It doesn't really matter if you don't trust me, rabbit. I don't trust you either. But I don't think Theresa's successor would make a stupid mistake at a time like this.

Amiya : !

W : Just hand it over. You can kill me after the city stops moving. Not that I'd just stand there and let you do it, but I'll give you a shot.
That's a special, limited-time offer! I don't go around giving out kill-me passes to just anyone!

Ch'en : I can't trust a murderer either.

W : Then you probably don't trust yourself, hmm?

Ch'en : True enough.

Amiya : W, tell me one more thing I can trust.

W : Ah? You, that...
Oh.
Amiya, for this land to... fall into peaceful slumber.

Amiya : ......

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 4>

「Amiya, to me, dreams are something far out of reach. Ahh, it's so tiring dealing with so many matters each and every day.
However, I do have a dream like that. This dream makes me think that no matter how much effort I put in here, it's all worth it.
If your mom and dad were at your side when you slept at night, would you be a lot happier?
Yes, yes. Ehh, I know we may have conflict.
You might still throw tantrums knocking over furniture or being picky over dinner. Don't give Kal'tsit a hard time, she doesn't mean it. I know, child.
Yes, no matter what, we will always feel safer when our parents are by our side.
They are like a lamp shining bright in the darkness. They will chase away the monsters hidden in dark corners, the drooling beasts prowling outside the windows.
Do you miss them more? Ah, I...
It's fine, it's fine. It's fine, Amiya. I'm here.
It will all be okay, Amiya. Your mom and dad must have thought so. No matter how many worries fill their minds, parents always think of more when looking at their children.
Sometimes, it's the only reason for us to continue living. Because... life continues after we die, for no reason other than that others live on. That is the reason that helps us to move forward.
I do not wish for children to lose their parents, nor for parents to grieve over their children.
In this world of ours, people are always having their lives taken. Inevitably, something will take away the people we love, the people that give us strength to move forward...
Sometimes, these things even happen between parent and child. Just because of a few words, a few thoughts... Their relationship fills with hate.
The blood that flows from our wounds cannot irrigate the fields. The pain that builds up year after year will never bear fruit.
Amiya, we are weak. Even if our tears fall into the earth, seeds will not sprout there.
That's why, I have a very distant dream.
I wish for the people of this world to never again cry tears of separation and loss. I don't want our night skies to be filled with broken hearts and emptiness.
Perhaps, one day... We'll be able to let everyone on this vast land fall into peaceful slumber.
Yes, everyone. Including us.
Even if that future will never come, even if this world should sink into darkness. Amiya, we live not just for a singular answer.
Right now, Rhodes Island is still trundling along its path. Everything is running as usual, even if we never reach our destination.
Good night and sweet dreams. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

W : Bunny, no... Amiya!
Let me do something for the Speaker, just this once! Let me help the ones who aren't dead yet!
Just this once!

「The black longsword in Amiya's hand turns to dust that scatters in the wind. 」

Amiya : I know. W, I'll trust you just this once.
...So that this land may fall into peaceful slumber.
It's up to you, W.

<Background 1>

「The Cautus girl pushes a box into the Sarkaz's hands. 」

W : ...Thank you.
Old man, I know your last wish. I'll stop this goddamned city right now...
......? Where do you input commands?
Wait, this key... what? This key is...

Command Panel : (Ursine) Warning. Insufficient Clearance. This key can only be used for startup.

W : What the hell does it mean "insufficient clearance"?

Amiya : ...What did you say?

W : Listen to me. This thing might be a key... but... it's useless. It doesn't have clearance. If even the mayor doesn't have clearance, who the hell can stop this machine?!

Amiya : So, from start to end, everyone was... deceived?
But the core of a nomadic city must have an emergency brake key! Unless... unless the key has already been burnt away...

W : ...No. That can't be right. Misha...?!

Amiya : No. No...

<Background fades out>

Talulah : Not so.
The key is with me.

<Background fades in>

Amiya : Wha?!

W : Dragon lady...
Oh. Huh, so are you gonna give it to me or not?
If you really have to see that evil scheme of yours through——

Talulah : Catch.

[Talulah threw something to W, which she catches. ]

W : Eyy, got it.
The real you... you're pretty straightforward. I might even like you.

Talulah : Glib-tongued Sarkaz...
Just press it onto the control panel, you'll know what to do.

W : I know the command.
Hold on tight, Amiya. I don't know how hard this brake goes!
Let's see, what was it... Umm, (Ursine) To feed the people?

Talulah : Yeah... that's it.

Ch'en : Where did you get that key from?

Talulah : Heh... It was hanging on the wall in the brake control room. Anyone can use it as long as you know the command. It's just nobody thought of it...
...No one thought of such a ludicrous development and cruel deception.
To divert the guerrillas, to fool the L.G.D.... These keys were just a lie to trick them.
I made use of their unfamiliarity with the larger nomadic cities. I exploited the trust Skullshatterer and Patriot had for me, even though... that was the last time they trusted me.
(Ursine) To feed the people.

<Background fades out>

「5:42p.m.
The great mass of iron rumbles in protest, slowing its steps towards total destruction.
Finally, the Chernobog core city stops outside the range of Lungmen's guns. 」

<Background fades in>

W : That wasn't as rough as I thought it would be. Good thing we stopped it in time.
Phew.
...Dragon lady, I can't believe you didn't destroy the key.

Talulah : ......

W : Hey, you playing dumb?

Ch'en : ——She didn't want to.
Kashchey must have tried every possibility at tempting her into destroying that key, but he couldn't.
Because... There must have been that little bit of conscience that he couldn't shake or erase with his Arts.
Or maybe she never considered it. Even if she thought to destroy everyone in a fit of rage, I don't think she would've ever gone through with it.
At the very least, she wanted the Infected to be able to go on living.
...Stand up.

Talulah : ......

Ch'en : Come on. You've disappointed everyone enough already. Stand up, Talulah!

Ch'en : Stand up, Talulah!
What is this? Didn't you say it yourself? That you understood best whether you were being genuine or not, whether your words were coming from your heart or if you were just borrowing someone else's mouth.
You said this corrupt world was your enemy. Do you understand what that means, Talulah?
No, you should know better than me!
For the Infected——No, to break down the high wall that separates the Infected and non-Infected, to put an end to the ugly murders and wicked slavery.
You who have fought alongside the Infected for so many years would have to know better than me!
You know we can't win against the world.
You don't have a ghost of a chance... They will oppress you, slander you, drown you, abandon you, deceive you!
As long as you dare to stand out, they will drag you into the filthiest places and use the foulest methods to deal with you!
You will be knocked down if you make even a single mistake, yet your enemies are endless. You choose to move forward, to oppose them, to devote your life, but your enemies are immortal.
There's only one possible ending. You will be knocked down, you will be destroyed, even if you took just a single misstep!
A single misstep would become an excuse for them to hurt you... a perfectly justifiable one.
They would pounce onto you like beasts on the scent of blood, tearing at your flesh, ripping at your tongue and eyes as they howl insults at your dignity!
But no one is perfect. You will be knocked down. You will fall to the ground.
...Even so, you cannot. You understand better than me that you cannot fall, Talulah...!
Even if they are all staring at you! Even if they are all aiming at your weak points, even if they are planning to tear away your facade.
Even if they want to drag you out to laugh and mock at, to insult you and call you an overambitious, immature fool...
You cannot fall.
...We've grown completely unrecognizable to each other in the time we spent living in different cities. The past will not return.
We both have our own undertakings.
Right now, mine is still incomplete... so is yours.
The road is still long.
Because we still have things we need to do. It will be so, until the day we are done.
You should understand better than me.
Talulah, your road is just as long.

W : Wow, that was cool.

Amiya : (Glares at W.)

W : Hm? Eh? Fine...

<Background 1>

「The officer stops speaking.
Because the warrior is moving. Slowly, she stands up. 」

Talulah : ......
When did your claws get so sharp?
Alina should've been here to see this.

Ch'en : You're finally willing to talk.
——Before that, I need to arrest you.

Talulah : Who will be judging me?

Ch'en : For now, no one. Ursus and Lungmen... do not have the authority to judge you.

Talulah : I am not yet so pitiful that I would need my sister's protection as I struggle in shame.

Ch'en : That's not it, Talulah. Right now, there isn't a place in the world just and capable enough to judge you.
There isn't even a place capable of judging the Infected.

Talulah : Is that your ideal?
...To build a place just good enough to judge everyone, no matter who they are, where they are from or whether or not they are Infected?

Ch'en : That's not an ideal. That's my job.

Talulah : ......
Long time no see.

Ch'en : Long time no see, sister.
Looks like I saved you.

Talulah : I won't just give up without a fight. Even now.
I don't dare to die yet.

Ch'en : You can... make amends.

Talulah : Nothing I can do will make up for it. In the course of a single winter, I've destroyed countless people. I am in no position to make amends.
It's just... I can't die yet.
I can't do that. It's all over if I die. If I die, that means they've won. That means the names that only I remember will die along with me.

Ch'en : You will continue living?

Talulah : ——
Perhaps I don't deserve to. However, I don't deserve to die here either. I don't deserve such an easy death.
——The world will never again be as it was. What's happened has happened. What hasn't happened yet will continue to happen. The falling rain will wet the earth, but the dead will not return.
...I will continue living. I will live until I have the right to die for them.

Ch'en : ......
When we were young, we once played a game. Face, 3 points. Chest, 5 points. Waist, 2 points.
I don't know why Wei Yenwu taught us that game. I think it's useful, though.

Talulah : It's because I was bullied by the other kids in school.

Ch'en : You were protecting Beatrix. So you got beaten up badly.

Talulah : You weren't the one who did it.

Ch'en : I can subdue you in two moves now.

Talulah : ...Just try it. You've become very competitive.

Ch'en : Put the sword down. You look silly holding it.

Talulah : Let's all do that, then. By the way, are you using that Chi Xiao to fulfil your dream of being an adventurer?
"Good food, great wine and amazing scenery; Pretty women, good manners and great company". Isn't it like those weird novels you used to read?

Ch'en : Hey! Shut up...!

Talulah : Don't tell me you're still into those?

Ch'en : ...I'll beat you so bad you won't be able to spill anymore.

Talulah : Hmph.
Anyway, thank you.

Ch'en : Thank her, not me.
You should be thanking that brave little rabbit and all the Infected who fought alongside her.
She was the one who braved your fire and flames to get all the way here. Amiya is the one who really saved you.

Talulah : Before that... Let's settle things between us.
There are barely any left.

Ch'en : No, Talulah. The future stretches far ahead.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Ah, they...

W : It's okay, little bunny. Everybody has a past that needs to be shattered.

Amiya : Miss W, I have to ask... Why do you know the brake command for the core city?

W : A girl has her ways, yeah? I'm gonna pass on answering that one. You'd probably kill me.
But since you trusted me just now, maybe I can make an exception... If you promise not to get mad.

Amiya : You're talking about Misha.

W : No, it was Alex. Skullshatterer. Yeah.
His father told him about it before he died. He wasn't a dumb man. He knew pretty much what Reunion was planning to do.
But he couldn't do anything about it. Just like how he couldn't stop Ursus from killing his friends, and how he couldn't keep his kids alive. Hah.
At the time, none of us got it. I really only figured it out just now... That liar Kashchey really had us all fooled.
Me, old man Patriot, FrostNova, Faust, Mephisto, Skullshatterer, Crownslayer, all of us were fooled.
Misha didn't need to die. I got her killed back there to keep Chernobog in place. Then when I couldn't stop Chernobog, I really regretted that one.
I thought my dumb bullshit was gonna get everyone killed. Thankfully that dragon lady still had a little bit of conscience left in her.
I screwed up. Right, I won't ask for forgiveness or anything. At the time, I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. If everyone used common sense, the world would've died a long time ago.

Amiya : But Misha is gone. We will never be able to make up for that mistake.
W, none of this will ever happen again. I won't let you.
Either you promise me, or we'll imprison you at Rhodes Island.
Even if it was to save a lot of people... a single life is still a life.

W : Well...
Oh, looks like Talulah's all out of power. Those Arts she was forcing out of her can't be good for her body.
Oh. She fell down.
Hey, rabbit.

Amiya : Hm?

W : I don't know if I've ever said this before. Hmm, how should I put it?
Little bunny, you're a lot like her.

Amiya : ...What?

W : Bye, Amiya.
Hehe, I really really hope that you never have to meet anybody like me ever again. So let's make this the last time we meet, bunnygirl.

[W runs off. ]

Amiya : Ah, W!

<Background 3>

Shieldguard : It stopped... Chernobog's stopped moving!
Well done! Well done, Rhodes Island!

Rhodes Island Guard? : The enemies are retreating...? They're routing!

Phantom Crossbowman : Should we chase after ‘em?

Rhodes Island Guard? : It's a mass rout——
!
They feel it. They've been abandoned!

Shieldguard : We've won!

Rosmontis : We... we did it!

Shieldguard : Hahahahaha! The Infected did it together! Just like that! This is all thanks to you! Rhodes Island!

Rosmontis : Ah!

Shieldguard : Hooray! Little kitten! You're amazing! We did it!
Hooray! The feline of Rhodes Island!

Rosmontis : Ah... Haha... Haha...

<Background 3>

「Ace, Scout, I think I've done it.
I think I understand now. I don't just have family.
There's a lot of... good people. And a lot of... gentle people.
It's warm. Really warm.
These warm things, maybe... I won't forget. I shouldn't forget. Even if it's painful, I will... do my best to remember. 」

<Background 1>

[Kal'tsit and the Doctor arrives at the Chernobog control tower's rooftops just as everything is over. ]

Doctor : We've finally arrived!

Kal'tsit : We arrived just in time. Amiya's done it. But...

Amiya : Oh, Doctor!
It's really good to... see you...

[Amiya suddenly lose her consciousness and falls to the ground. ]

Kal'tsit : Shit!

Doctor : Amiya!

EG-4: Burnt Fragment 4

Summary

A matter of trust.

<Background 1>

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : Hey. What's the situation?

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : Not too good. There's only a couple of devils left on the lower level...
But they're all battle-hardened mercenaries, and horrible at that. Give them a single screw, and they'd come up with a hundred ways to kill you with it.
In terms of combat ability, we're about even. In terms of numbers, we've only got half theirs.

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : Uh, do you have a but? I'm gonna lose all the feeling in my legs...

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : Yeah. "But" the mercs are having some interteam strife. At least the bunch outside are. The ones below us right now, I'm not too sure.

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : You know that's not good news, right? Ugh, ow... that guy just now was a ruthless bastard...

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : If you've done emergency treatment, you're good. Think of something else for now, distract yourself.

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : ...It's gotten hotter and hotter up above. Ever since just now, the action up there's gotten a little scary... and, uh, well, how do I put it? Makes it a little hard to breathe.

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : I said distract yourself, not think about it all!

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : ...Amiya. Amiya's alright, isn't she? And that Lungmen officer. Uh, I only met her once... but when I think about how they're dealing with... with... uh, what was it?

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : Give it a rest, you're starting to talk in tongues. Actually, you've lost plenty of blood—hold on, we've got news.

[Someone contacted the Rhodes Island operators through radio. ]

Panicked Voice : It's me. I'm nearly at ground level—

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : ...What's the situation? The enemy?

Panicked Voice : Stroke of good luck. The Arts explosion just now at the top of the tower was like a volcano erupting. Engulfed the floor we were holding. We dispatched a few sentries in all the chaos, and the rest of them had to evacuate down to open ground—

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : I thought they'd be defending this place to the death...

Panicked Voice : Maybe they all had a premonition of sorts. They all know, what's going on up there is beyond any "tactical" level of foresight now—

[An explosion is heard, which also starts fire on the area. ]

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : Wait... what's going on! ?
Wha—

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : Grab on to me!

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : Wait... the—the fire's spreading?! What the hell's even flammable here?!

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : High heat... It's just like the intel said, this is Talulah's doing...!

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : Quit standing there! What do we do now?!

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : Oh—let's go this way, join up with everyone else! Wait up, is your leg okay now?!

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : Distracting myself!

[An explosion is heard. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Panicked Rhodes Island Operator : Confirm all comms! For the time being, no casualties!

Steady Rhodes Island Operator : Calm your hustle. Those mercs haven't gone far. They're confirming the situation, prying for opportunities...
Command tower got caught up in a sudden explosion at the top, and now it's fallen into... momentary peace.

[Another explosion is heard. ]

Panicked Rhodes Island Operator : What part of this screams peace to you?! A—Amiya's group are okay, right?

Steady Rhodes Island Operator : Mm... well, with that going on at the tower top, I'd say we're practically the picture of peace.

[Another explosion is heard. ]

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : F... finally—!

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : Don't drop your guard, we're still—
——

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : W—why'd you go mute? Hello—?
What's so interesting about the sky? Is something going on at the tower...?
...Wait, i—is that an... orb of light? A ball... a ball of fire? A halo? What IS that?

Steady Rhodes Island Operator : Arts.

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : ...Arts?

Panicked Rhodes Island Operator : Ah! I've been making a record. Since the start, that first huge sound, the flames and heated airstreams have burst through the building's dome. From beneath the tower, to the naked eye, it looks like...

「Like the afterglow of the setting sun.
Like the death of Infected as successive as the waves.
Like rage.
Like this city placed in ruin. 」

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : ...I don't think I'm particularly perceptive compared to the rest of you, but I know more or less what you want to say here, really.

Steady Rhodes Island Operator : That'd be the leader of Reunion's…

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : Heat and flame.
But heat and flame... shouldn't be things so fearful.

Steady Rhodes Island Operator : Mm. That ball of light. That's one... two people's. No, perhaps even more than that, even more rage...

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : So that's... Talulah?

Steady Rhodes Island Operator : It isn't. Or put another way, it's not just her. Not by far. Everyone knows the leader of Reunion as the intel described her, but I can't draw a line between that young little dragon and what I'm seeing now at all...

Panicked Rhodes Island Operator : Just what... just what happened up there?

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : ......

Steady Rhodes Island Operator : ...I don't know.

Panicked Rhodes Island Operator : Amiya...

[Another explosion that starts fire is heard. ]

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : Is there anyone else in the command tower?!

Panicked Rhodes Island Operator : Yes!

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : Then we need to go help them!

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : Wait! Keep your head down!

Sarkaz Mercenary : —Enemies have left the command tower! Go find them!
Block this place off. Don't give them the chance to seek aid.

[Another explosion that starts fire is heard. ]

Panicked Rhodes Island Operator : Wh—what do we do now?!

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : Maybe we should go back and help Amiya—

Steady Rhodes Island Operator : —No.
Only Amiya... Only Amiya can do this. She can. I'm sure of it.
I believe in her. That's the only reason I have for standing here now.
And...
And she promised me. On my next paid leave, she'd tag along with me to hit the streets... and no leader's allowed to eat their words.

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : ...Okay.
Then until Amiya comes back clutching victory, we can't relinquish the control tower. At the very least, we hold on until Dr. Kal'tsit arrives.
We—

[The sound of an Arts-infused slash is heard. ]

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : Wh—wait, something's cutting the sky apart! Uh, that—whatever that is!
—Did you hear that! ? It happened again!

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : ...A sword? Right, that Lungmen officer's a sword-wielder, isn't she...

[Another sound of an Arts-infused slash is heard. ]

Panicked Rhodes Island Operator : C-Could a sword do this?!

Steady Rhodes Island Operator : ...I'll hold the mercs off outside the control tower. You guys, back in. Rescue the remaining people. Secure an evacuation route that hasn't been destroyed.

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : How are you gonna hold alone against that many Sarkaz?

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : I'll go with her.
You guys, go back in now. Move.

Sarkaz Mercenary : ...Rhodes doesn't have many left. Tell the other teams to haul the net in. We'll be going this way...
Crash their defensive line ASAP. Their deaths will be our greatest bargaining chips.

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : Move!

Tired Rhodes Island Operator : ...Alright!

Panicked Rhodes Island Operator : Don't you push it now! They've got a lot of people!

Steady Rhodes Island Operator : ...It's been forever. Us two, fighting side by side, eyeing for a chance to ambush the enemy.

「The two battle-hardened Operators hold tight their weapons in mutual rapport, and the Sarkazs' press on towards them menacingly.
Neither side takes their eyes off the other. 」

Seasoned Rhodes Island Operator : ...For sure.
So about your vacation. You two still need a bag-carrier?

END8-1: An Epilogue, or a Beginning

Summary

Lungmen, Ursus, Rhodes Island, all three are picking up the pieces. Things are far from over, but everything is at an end, for now.
Good night.

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : Damn it, Amiya!

Ch'en : Ah...! What happened, Amiya?!

Doctor : What’s going on? / How did...? / Kal'tsit, do something!

Kal'tsit : ...Come here, Dr. {nickname}.
What I'm about to do next, you are not to tell anyone, ever.
Superintendent Ch'en of Lungmen!

Ch'en : No longer.

Kal'tsit : Then I'll ask you to keep an eye on the dragon over there for me. We'll be taking her into custody when this is all over. Any questions?

Ch'en : Look after Amiya first.

<Background black>

Kal'tsit : Yes. Doctor, give me your hand.

Doctor : Okay! / (Stretch out your arm) / You'd just grab it anyway if I tried to back away, wouldn't you?

Kal'tsit : *Sigh*. This isn't going to hurt. But, don't ask.
I'm going to jam this syringe into your arm and take some blood. And that's all I'm telling you.
It's for your own good.

Doctor : Um...

Kal'tsit : No questions.

<Background 1>

「She's right, it doesn't hurt. You don't feel anything.
Kal'tsit places your freshly drawn blood into a device on her waist. Seconds later, she administers a blue solution into Amiya's neck.
Amiya's breathing stabilizes. 」

Doctor : What happened?!

Amiya : ....Nng!

Kal'tsit : It worked. Amiya... wake up.

Amiya : Huh... Miss... Miss Theresa...?

Kal'tsit : ...No. It's me, Amiya.

[Amiya rises up. ]

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit... I...

Kal'tsit : You're okay, Amiya. You don't have to talk. Let's get ready to go. It's all okay now.

Amiya : Hm.
...Hmm...
*whine*...
Wah... Aahh.... Waaahhh...

Doctor : Why are you crying? / Amiya... / (Silently stay with her)

Amiya : Waaahhh... Doctor... Waaaaahh...

Doctor : It's okay, Amiya.
The fight is over.

Amiya : Um... Mm...
Hm.
...My tears... Doctor, I managed not to cry until the end... I... I promised... I... I...
...Doctor... Doctor...
...Dr. {nickname}...

[... ]

Kal'tsit : Ch'en, the aircraft will reach the control tower momentarily. We'll take Talulah and go.

Ch'en : Are you sure? I haven't... even decided how to handle her.

Kal'tsit : We need Talulah. Rhodes Island must take her first.

Doctor : That's going to bring trouble! / ...... / The crazy shit you say doesn't even surprise me anymore.

Kal'tsit : Are you worried we're going to get ourselves killed?
No need, Dr. {nickname}, that ship has long since sailed. It sailed as soon as we got involved here.
We have two swords hanging over our heads: one is Lungmen's and one belongs to the Third Army of Ursus.
We stopped the core city, we got involved in the attack on Lungmen, and we know the entire conspiracy. That's enough to have them plotting to destroy us.
What would the Third Army do if Lungmen decided to strike at us?
They'd grab the popcorn.
The murderers in their fancy uniforms would watch our landship burn into a scorched hulk in the wastelands, one of the thorns in their side melting away.
And on the other side, a private company without registration in Lungmen, not under the protection of Lungmen, finds itself attacked and destroyed by unknown forces.
That doesn't sound like a problem for Lungmen or Yan, does it?
Unless, of course, we're holding Talulah.
Anyone who might want to strike at us first needs to consider the signal they're sending. Does it say to their rivals that they need Talulah? That she's key to this case?
That she grants an advantage, that she could eliminate a weakness?
That is our one and only chance at survival.
It is to Rhodes Island's great advantage that the magnates of Lungmen and the ancient nobility of Ursus will not find common ground in the next century.
If we hold Talulah, their hands are tied. Neither will want to make the first move.
Neither will want to risk the evidence vital to both sides. Their best course of action will be to remain at a safe distance. Both parties want to distance themselves from this smoking gun.
It would take only one slight misstep to bring ruin to either the Third Army or Lungmen. Neither has the authority to stand for their entire country.
The Third Army tried, once. And they will pay a terrible price for the mistake. The stakes are too high.
So we will seize the advantage in this situation. We will use each side to protect ourselves from the other.
Talulah is vital to our survival. At least for now.
Those clever enough to survive will find a balancing point, and with Talulah in our hands, Rhodes Island can actively choose to be that very point.
At least until this all blows over, or they're swept up in the next storm.

Doctor : I won't be able to convince you. / ...... / You planned this from the start, didn't you?

Kal'tsit : *Sigh*...
There's the aircraft. Time to go. Get Talulah and Amiya in first.
We'll take the next one.

<Background 2>

Sarkaz Mercenary : There's no point in fighting any more. The guerrillas are gonna kill us.
Fall back! Abandon the city! We lost! It's over.

W : Says who?

Sarkaz Mercenary : You're alive...

W : If I went down that easy, I couldn't ask you to come with me.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Why? Why should we follow you?

W : Hah. Need me to spell it out for you? You're free, ya goof.

Sarkaz Mercenary : ...Huh? Free? What are you talking about?

W : You don't have to kill for anybody anymore. And it's not like I'm your boss now either, I'm just saying you can tag along with me.
You're done being hired muscle. Now you fight for yourselves! Oh, but still, you can't just be killing for fun. I'll blow your ribcage open if you do.
What I'm getting at is we don't have to listen to the bitches who just want our blades and bows. The ones who don't care if we die, as long as we take a bunch of lives with us.
But me? I'm built different. I appreciate money, and they gave us lots.
The thing is, we're still alive, and we can get more of it. Don't need to go piling up cash on gravestones.
See some haters? Kill 'em. Kill anybody who looks at us the wrong way. Kill anybody who wants to hurt us. Just wipe 'em all out.
Not for Reunion, not for all the devils, not for anybody.
We make our own way in the world. Maybe we wanna go to Yan and learn how to play Go. Doesn't matter. It's all good.
You in?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Not like there's anywhere else to go.
We'll follow you. But no tricks, W.

W : Sorry, man. All I got is tricks.

<Background fades out and in>

Elysium : Is it over?

Hawk : Looks good. I'm really glad we didn't have to pretend to be anyone's friend in order to kill them.

Hawk : I never thought the plan would flip around to helping Reunion like this…

Reunion Member : Thanks, bro! Nice work! Let's get out of here!

Hawk : (Ursine) Don't mention it!
Now we're their accomplices.

Elysium : Hawk, how about a coffee when we get back? I'll tell you about that op back in Columbia...

Hawk : I was on your team.

Elysium : Really?

Hawk : Don't you remember your squadmates?

Elysium : Well you were never there for any of the missions.

Hawk : Well then... We might've really done some good this time.

<Background 3>

Shieldguard : Just a minute, kitten. Is that your aircraft? What's it doing?

Rosmontis : Oh, I know...
It must be here to take Talulah. Ah, there it goes... we already have her.

Shieldguard : What? You took Talulah?
No, we can't allow that! Rhodes doesn't have the right!
She must stand trial! She can't just walk away!

Rosmontis : Sorry... this is how it is.
You want revenge, but you can't have it.
We can't put her on trial.

Shieldguard : But you're taking her from us. You stole our chance to execute her!
Kitten, don't be so quick to show off what you've learned...
Hatred runs in our veins. The hatred of Reunion and all the Infected brothers Talulah killed fills us with the rage that gives us the right to try her.
Only us. No one else.

Rosmontis : Will you give her a fair trial?

Shieldguard : We are justice. Talulah can't escape us.

Rosmontis : Okay then, Mister. I'll make you a promise. We won't hand Talulah over to anyone but you and Reunion.

Shieldguard : What are you going to do with her?

Rosmontis : Even I don't know. But I can make you that promise.
Because I know we're doing what's right.
Kill me now if you have to. I believe in Rhodes Island. I'll stand in for her.

Shieldguard : What are you talking about?! Don't talk like that.
Look, kitten, if you think there's any difference between your loyalty and ours, you've got another thing coming. I Trust you. You'll be a glorious fighter someday.
Go on! For you, I'll trust Rhodes Island, just this once.
But you remember. I don't care if it's Talulah or the Lord of Fiends... if I hear you've stepped out of line even just once...
If I hear you've done harm to the downtrodden people of this world, we will hunt you down, we will strike you, and we will kill you all.
Especially Talulah. Don't use her for evil.
We'll spike their heads on the highest point in the city, to honor the Captain, our great warrior, who died here alone.
This isn't how his story was supposed to end.

Rosmontis : It won't come to that. Rhodes Island wouldn't do that. Even if they tried, I wouldn't let them.
Someday... I'll be just like you said. I'll be able to pick out who's good and who's bad.
No one should suffer the loss of a loved one. I'll do what's right. I'll be the judge.
I think I almost have my own standard.

Shieldguard : We believe in you. We believe your promise, kitten! Young as you are, you're a lot stronger than so many spineless grown-ups.
Alright, we'll hold off on destroying Rhodes Island for now. Because you're there.

Rosmontis : Pinky swear?

Shieldguard : Huh? Haha, okay. Pinky swear.

Rosmontis : Hm.

Shieldguard : If I had a daughter, she'd be about your age.
Kitten, the other girl, the Lord of Fiends... the Cautus. If she can really keep doing good...
You can count on us. If you ever get into trouble, we'll be there. Because the Captain... the Captain and Yelena... they chose her..
I hope you'll prove right. I hope we're wrong.
But that's not how it'll go. Because we're doing the right thing.
Time to go.

Rhodes Island Operator : Rosmontis! Thank you, Reunion fighters.... We have to go.

Shieldguard : We're not Reunion anymore.
Goodbye, kitten. Hurry on home.

Rosmontis : Bye bye, Mister.

Shieldguard : Bye!
......
They're gone, brothers.
But we can't. We have unfinished business.

<Background 4>

"Emperors' Blade" : Nothing from the leader of Reunion.
Chernobog's core city has stopped moving. Tell the Sixth, Seventh, and Twelfth Divisions, if they still want to proceed, we'll need...

??? : Stop.
Or we will be forced to stop you.
Not that we would be able to, even if we tried.
Only you can put a stop to your nonsensical war machine in time.

"Emperors' Blade" : You cannot resist the blade of Ursus. Not this time.
And you, the pawns of an incapable lord, who are you to give orders to us?

Shadow Guard : (Gaulish) And how do you know you are not under the spell of Kashchey?

"Emperors' Blade" : Never speak that language to me again! The age of Gaul is over!
Never again will that language be used to communicate between countries! Not a city of theirs remains!
Kashchey is determined, a determined champion of Ursus!

Shadow Guard : You cut down the last man so praised by the people of Ursus.
You need not be so overly prudent. We can offer you assistance. There are things only you may do.

"Emperors' Blade" : You would ask us to betray our country?

Shadow Guard : Young one... As I see it, you commit treason in proceeding with this plan of yours. What happens next is up to you, but it is Ursus who will suffer the consequences.
Having done all this, you must know: the nobles started this war to solve a problem, but war is far, far worse than the problem.
Where is it you will find ultimate peace in Ursus?
You put an end to that era by your own hands. You know it better than we.

"Emperors' Blade" : ——
Wei Yenwu's minions. How did you find us?

Shadow Guard : By our own effort. You have a lot to learn.

"Emperors' Blade" : Are you threatening me?

Shadow Guard : No. Only... we have aged.
And while you boast of loyalty to your homeland...
There are some matters, however loyal you may view them... in which we will play no part.

"Emperors' Blade" : What are you talking about?

Shadow Guard : That which we will not do.
(Gaulish) Let's take a step back, young one.
The Royal Guard has fresh blood. You have more life ahead of you than we. If this is wrong, you will have time to right it.
But you must think of Ursus, so as to avoid the same pitfalls.

"Emperors' Blade" : ......

Shadow Guard : Who will right it?

"Emperors' Blade" : We will. You put a stop to your people.
And you, old men... You're not in the Imperial Guard anymore. Don't interfere.

Shadow Guard : Indeed, it has been a long, long time since we last were. Such is why we may speak freely. Long life to you, young one.
There will not be a next time.

<Background 2>

Reunion Member : Please... I'm begging you!
If you're going to kill me, just do it!

Phantom Crossbowman : ......

Reunion Member : Just don't let them find me! They'll torture us... they always...

Phantom Crossbowman : Enough gossip.
Move out! Come on, we don't want...
The Shieldguards to get you.

Reunion Member : Are you... you really letting us go?

Phantom Crossbowman : The captain would want you to live. Confusing one, that.
You stay away from them. Talulah's guards and the Shieldguards.
Confusing one.

<Background fades out and in>

Phantom Crossbowman : You sure you want to stay?

Rhodes Island Guard? : Yes.

Phantom Crossbowman : But Reunion is gone...

Rhodes Island Guard? : I think you can't even call the Shieldguards Reunion anymore.
They sure don't call themselves that.
Unless... unless we were going to make some changes.

Reunion Member : If we're Reunion, we have to change ourselves.

Phantom Crossbowman : You still believe that?

Reunion Member : I know we Infected can pull ourselves up when we fall.

「Over the next thirty-six hours, the soldiers from Ursus's Third Army who had infiltrated the Chernobog core city quietly vanished.
Of course, no one could prove they were Ursus soldiers.
Before leaving the core city, the Shieldguards found Reunion corpses with no identifying items, except for the wounds in their flesh...
They were all caused by the same thrown weapon.
The formless killers planned to kill the heavies they knew, sending a quiet warning to the unseen parties who were not present.
Of course, the Shieldguards were more direct with their message. Traitors drown in their own blood. 」

「A joint investigation team from Yan and Ursus submitted their reports two weeks after arriving in Chernobog.
They were clear: there was zero evidence that either of the two countries had anything to do with the tragedy.
They determined that the Chernobog Incident was created and caused by the Infected.
But the vagaries of political conflict meant that any further legal action to be taken against the Infected that might have been circulating in the major cities ultimately died in various legislatures, piles of unpassable bills...
Until finally meeting an unceremonious end in the old secretary's crank shredder during a cleanup.
Thus, the Chernobog Incident silently drew to a close. 」

<Background 5>

Ursus Civilian : Ah...!

Crownslayer : Calm down.
I'm not a killer. Go this way. You can't stay here! If the Ursus Army finds you, they won't care if you're Infected or not. They're wiping out the city.

Ursus Civilian : ......
So you're the only one we can trust?

Crownslayer : If you want to live... you'll live.

Ursus Civilian : We'll live. Where should we go?

Crownslayer : ...Alright. Sure. This way.
I can't do anything about you hating us. But I hope we won't have any more hate for you, since you also lost your homes.
Brothers! Here. Take them. They're not Infected, so be careful.

Reunion Member : Crownslayer? What about you?!
Where are you going...? What should we do?

Crownslayer : Why are you still following me?

Reunion Member : You're a leader of Reunion...

Crownslayer : I'm nothing.
I want to go back to Siracusa.

Reunion Member : Why? Why would you...?

Crownslayer : I'm weak. I need to get stronger.
Back when I was leaving Siracusa to go to Ursus, to take revenge for my father, my teacher stopped me. Saying I was weak, and I couldn't do it.
I didn't believe it. But it was the truth.
My brain doesn't work like Talulah's. I'm not as skilled as my teacher. I'm weak.
Even the cause I believed in... was just somebody's tool. You all know, right? Talulah betrayed us. No matter what the deal is, Reunion is over.

[Nine appears. ]

Nine : I don't think this is how the movement ends.

Crownslayer : Aren't you from Lungmen?

Nine : Yes. But where I come from doesn't matter to what I'm saying.
Whether or not she acknowledges it, and you have to realize it... No matter what happens to Reunion, Talulah already lit the flame.
And you can't just put it out like this.

Crownslayer : Sure. If that's how it is, I think they're better off going with you.

Nine : Are you asking that of me?

Crownslayer : Let's say I'm entrusting them to you. You might be lying to me here, but these people lost their homes. I won't lie to you.
They'll be worse off with me.

Nine : Okay, are you willing to come with me?

Reunion Member : ...Crownslayer...

Crownslayer : Ursus... us... Ursus.
The Empire just hasn't gotten to the point where they'll treat all the Ursus like we do.
Goodbye, all of you. Don't make the same mistakes I did.

Nine : Girl...

Reunion Member : What's your name? And where are you going?

Nine : Call me "Nine."
I'm going to where the fire burns the hottest.

<Background 6>

Rat King : I knew you'd be here.

Wei Yenwu : Can't hide from you.

Rat King : You came here to mourn them.

Wei Yenwu : I may be mourning us. Or reflecting on mortality and greed.

Rat King : Your sword says something else.

Wei Yenwu : At least my sword isn't cutting your throat.

Rat King : I know you don't mean it, Old Wei. If we were really going at it, who can say which one of us would drop first?

Wei Yenwu : Be serious please.

Rat King : I have to give you a few good jabs, old friend. You know, Hui-chieh and those Infected got it done.
You should think things over again, the arbitrary way you go about them. You almost dragged Lungmen into a war and wrecked the whole place.

Wei Yenwu : I'm not sure about that. Even if Lungmen were to choose a certain future, it may yet choke it out over some small thing. A chance occurrence.

Rat King : The city didn't choose her. We should be proud that she chose the city.

Wei Yenwu : They're not mutually exclusive, Kojui. The city chose her too.
Even if it wasn't ready to accept who she is...

Rat King : And you should tell that to her. It's time for me to go, Old Wei.

Wei Yenwu : Wait, Kojui!
Did the Shadow Guard lie to me?

Rat King : Oh?
They're your Shadow Guard, how should I know?

Wei Yenwu : I should've known you and Lin Yühsia were working together.

Rat King : Your Shadow Guard aren't the Imperial Guards they once were. They're human now.
Do you think they can stand to watch you make another mistake?

Wei Yenwu : So that means... when I told them to handle the Infected, then you...

Rat King : Shh. Heaven knows. Besides, when you knew we would—
Head back soon. That sick old tiger has something for you.
—Hui-chieh?
Oh, you're here.

[Ch'en, now sporting R.I. uniform and gear, approaches Wei and the Rat King. ]

Ch'en : Uncle Lin.

Rat King : Look at you, dressed like this, it looks like you're headed right off somewhere.
Do remember to visit from time to time.

Ch'en : I'm not sure I can.

Rat King : Then you'll have to write us, let us know you're safe out there.

Ch'en : I will, Uncle Lin.

[The Rat King leaves. ]

Wei Yenwu : ......
This is where Talulah's father is buried... And your mother.
In the end, they couldn't be buried in the city they loved. Or, in the case of your mother, it was a matter of both love and hate.
I'll never forget the look of this place, Hui-chieh. I think of them whenever I see it... my sister, and my sworn brother, with whom I shared no blood.
They are buried here.
A place too small to house their passion, words too weak to express their remorse.

Ch'en : An unmarked grave.

Wei Yenwu : Yes. Heh... names perhaps mean more to the living.
All around the world, we idealize burial, as all graves eventually disappear. No one knows a peaceful, eternal sleep.
Catastrophe, war, abandonment, and all such things. Should a city disappear, the souls buried within disappear right along with it.
And in the countless settlements that dot the land, I have never yet found one where the descendants knew the location of the graves of their ancestors.
There is a form of burial called the Tombway, it denotes a part of a nomadic city's pathing as the burial ground, where the dead will be tossed from the city, with the passing cycle as a form of honor.
I'm too forgetful. Too many things I forget too easily, too many things I want so desperately to forget.
But dare not ever forget them.
And so... I picked this place for them.
I brought my sister to Lungmen, I met Fumizuki in Lungmen, along with Edward, who had fled to Lungmen.
I can't say we made the best of friends, but he was smart, and bold.
Kashchey ruled Lungmen from the shadows, and saw us as thorns in his side. We knew we had no choice but to depose him... it was the only way to give us a future in the city.
Here, this grave, is the farthest Lungmen had ever been.
After we beat Kashchey and exiled him from Lungmen, the city sat a few dozen miles away, bright, and full of hope. Our future awaited us.
We drank, talked, laughed, enjoyed ourselves without a thought to our remaining fuel.
We very nearly died of thirst until Adams, that sick old tiger, coughed up his car to come get us. Boy did he give Edward and I the business after that.
Oh... he wasn't as old then. Nor was he as sick, or ferocious.
But who cares? We were all having a good time.
Lin was laughing... laughing like we didn't have blood on our hands... laughing like we were boys in the time of our lives.
Edward was the scion of the highest Londinium nobility. And we were keeping that secret in Lungmen. But Kashchey already knew, he may have long since started plotting.
He told my jealous twin and the Shadow of Londinium about Edward and my sister... about their relationship...
I was forced to choose between Edward or my sister's unborn child.
I hid it for ten years after Edward died. Only my brother and Kashchey knew. But now, Edward and my sister are both gone from this world.
Someday, a Catastrophe will strike and wipe away everything. No one will remember the tragic lovers buried here. These two, who died because of me, will be forgotten.

Ch'en : I met 'Kashchey". He may be more evil than either of us know.

Wei Yenwu : I can imagine.

Ch'en : This grave...
...Mother.

Wei Yenwu : It was my fault your mother wasn't so warm towards you. I had to have her marry that Yan noble, to protect her. I should have done better.

Ch'en : It's all in the past.
Promise me, Wei Yenwu. Promise me you won't let Lungmen turn into a grave.

Wei Yenwu : Never again.

Ch'en : As if I could trust a word you say.

Wei Yenwu : I never needed your trust. Hmph... But, you can believe me this one time. Like when I promised to train you.

Ch'en : ——
You trained me well. I couldn't have gotten her back without you.

Wei Yenwu : I'm glad.

Ch'en : I don't think you've spoken to me in ten years as much as you did today.

Wei Yenwu : I think we talked a lot?

Ch'en : What I mean is as Ch'en Hui-chieh. Not as Superintendent Ch'en.

Wei Yenwu : Haha.

Ch'en : I'll be off.

Wei Yenwu : What are you planning to do with your sister?
I have no feelings for Talulah anymore. Except guilt.

Ch'en : Good. That's what you should feel.
We're one pair of the countless separated siblings in this world. Most will never be reunited.
Even so, I can't just let her go. I still don't know what she is, it's still not clear.
There's a prison to keep criminals, but Lungmen we know today can't hold her.

Wei Yenwu : I can't make the Lungmen that could. Only you can create an L.G.D. that could keep the Infected and the uninfected together.

Ch'en : It doesn't have to be me. We all have our own part to play.
I know that truth, no matter how correct it might be. If the people of Lungmen don't accept it, then they won't. I've seen too much of the slums.
And if it is possible to build something like that, I'd like to do it with Rhodes Island first.
Talulah... no matter how long it takes, I will get her a fair trial.

Wei Yenwu : You really have grown up.

Ch'en : I don't need to hear that from you, Sir. I don't think it's a good thing.

Wei Yenwu : If I, on behalf of Lungmen, ask you to stay, will you do it?

Ch'en : Hah.

Wei Yenwu : If you and Talulah ever wanted to come back, Lungmen would make the move to take you back, if it can.
There are so many things we can't do. But maybe them, in the future, maybe they could.

Ch'en : I just hope you haven't forgotten what you were reflecting on. That would be good enough.
Say hello to Aunt Fumizuki for me.
Oh...
Err...
Uncle...
Take care of yourself.

Wei Yenwu : ......
Hui-chieh!

「Ch'en stops for a moment, but she does not turn back. 」

Ch'en : What is it?

Wei Yenwu : The path before you is long and hard. But I know you will master it.

Ch'en : I'll bear that in mind.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 7>

Fumizuki : Right then. What's the second condition you wanted to offer Rhodes Island?

Wei Yenwu : ......
After using them to wipe out Reunion, I would ask them to take as many of Lungmen's Infected as they could.
Give them land, resources, funding, and all the materials they need.
They can't refuse. Even if they know this is a hard pill to swallow.
I have done this before, and I will continue to do it.
No hesitation, no regret.

Fumizuki : And for now?

Wei Yenwu : *Sigh*. The situation has changed. And we must change with it.

Fumizuki : Is there a problem with you thanking them directly?

Wei Yenwu : ......

Fumizuki : You don't worry so much about winning and losing as you used to. And I think I can guess the reason.
It's about our little Ch'en.
That's why things have changed?

Wei Yenwu : Lungmen's Infected belong in Lungmen.

Fumizuki : So what about Ch'en?

Wei Yenwu : She has her own path to walk.

Fumizuki : Will you visit her?

Wei Yenwu : The Chief of Lungmen can't have anything to do with an Infected organization.

Fumizuki : Hmph. Harsh.
Then I'll go.

Wei Yenwu : Well... say hello to her for me.

<Flashback ends here>

「When forced to choose between my sister and my sworn brother, I chose my sister. I vowed to let no harm come to them, but...
I broke that vow.
This time is different. I will never choose again.
Kashchey was wrong. I had no choice. Wei Yenwu, you have only one path to walk, in fact.
Even if it is the path of fratricide.
For the sake of my two nieces, for the sake of the Lungmen in my dreams. Even if it is my one and only path. 」

<Background fades out>

Wei Yenwu : (Hui-chieh... live well.)

「A few weeks later... 」

Kal'tsit : Attention, honored Rhodes Island operators, this is Kal'tsit.
Thanks to our efforts, the Chernobog issue has been resolved peacefully.

「...... 」

<Background 8>

Rosmontis : Does it hurt?

Blaze : Ow... Only if you poke it!

Rosmontis : Oh. Sorry.

Blaze : It's fine... how are you?

Rosmontis : Fine.

Blaze : Ehwhaaa? No way, little kitten... since when do you keep things to yourself?

Rosmontis : Is that bad...?

Blaze : Oh, of course not! Scout, can you see? Our little kitten is all grown up! She's a big girl!
She's so big now... waaaahhhh...

Rosmontis : D-Don't cry... I want to forget!
You're really crying? Why are you crying?

Blaze : Waaaahhhh...

Rosmontis : D-Don't cry, Blaze... don't...

Blaze : Bluishsilver should know... Ace too... our kitten... she's grown up...

Rosmontis : ...Blaze...

Blaze : Waaaaaaahhhhh!

Rosmontis : Hey!

Kal'tsit : Much of the truth will stay buried forever in the ruins of Chernobog.
Because we live in an uncaring world.
But Rhodes Island will remember. No matter what else we undertake... we must remember.
A Rhodes Operator does not sacrifice her life for a single person or event.

<Background 9>

Medic : Oh, this topical medicine is really useful!
There are lots of similar patents out there, but I think this cream is effective enough to have a market.
The main point is that even if it's not especially effective, it is very cheap to produce... all the components that came up in analysis were common, wild-growing plants.
It's a bit of a pain to get them from the northwest tundra, they're spread over such a wide area.
The inventor must've had more perseverance than medical knowledge.
Where do you want to apply for the patent, Amiya?

Amiya : In Ursus. And make it cheap.

Medic : But I think the Empire has similar tech?

Amiya : Ursus has more people who need it.

Medic : What should we name it then?

Amiya : We'll call it... FrostNova.

Doctor : Amiya? Were you looking for me?

Amiya : Oh, Dr. {nickname}!
Medic, you and Warfarin take care of it.

Medic : We'll take it from here!

Amiya : Doctor, I'm coming!

Kal'tsit : It is not for the results that we commit to what we do.
We do something not because we want to see it done.
As a business, this may be a foolish strategy. But we live for more than material gain.
Our brave operators have proved that life, and its value, lay not only in ensuring the survival of one or even many people, or in its biological definition...
We have to live on in the moral, civilized sense. Because the future of life needs support, and Rhodes Island is that support.
We are fighting for a cause that will heal the scars on our world.

<Background 10>

Dobermann : Another mission?

Nearl : Yes. With Meteorite.

Dobermann : Care to bring a greenie? I have some new recruits who need to learn.

Nearl : Oh? I don't think so. This is going to be a tough one.

Meteorite : Jessica and FrostLeaf are going out on patrol. They might be in a better place to take a recruit.

Dobermann : Jessica? Can she handle it?

Meteorite : I think you've seen how far she's come.

Dobermann : I have. I think she'll certainly be able to put some pressure on the new recruits.

Meteorite : Then Nearl is going to crush me with all her pressure.

Nearl : ...I... am I really that heavy?

Meteorite : No, that's not what I meant. *Sigh*.

Kal'tsit : It is for this belief that we are willing to die.
—Ace Squad, thirteen members. Ace, Bad Tom, Kerg, Hard Brick—
—WoodsPoon, Seventeen, Bronze Nose, Green Pea, Lunar Silver, Confidenty, Sandwash, Violet Flame, and Caries.
Amiya Squad, thirteen members. Dim Needle, B-Softhand, ChiliJimme, KeenEar.
AngerNeighing, Sunty, Marco Smith, Fade.
Divides, FrostNova, Antonio Lisa, Wildash, Hui, and Indigo Jade.

<Background 11>

Kal'tsit : I can't put FrostNova on the KIA list.

Doctor : Why not?! / ...... / Give me a reason.

Kal'tsit : No matter what you say, she wasn't an official employee.
What of the consequences? What if our operators are outraged at you putting a Reunion operative on our casualty list? It's not something you should do.

Doctor : She fought for the same goal.

Kal'tsit : Is that all it takes?

Doctor : Yes.
Rhodes Island fights for the same idea.

Kal'tsit : Okay...
I'll do it. You've done your duty.
I hope you'll stay as you are now.
—And I'd like to apologize for that thing back there, Dr. {nickname}.
The question you asked me back by the sarcophagus. I can't give you an answer. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever.
I don't want to hide the truth, but I really can't give you the answer you're looking for, unfortunately. Neither I nor PRTS have a good explanation. I hope you can forgive us.
But someday, when the time is right, it will appear to you.
Doctor...
When that day comes. When you finally know the truth. Will you be ready?
Another thing, Dr. {nickname}.
Amiya has taken on a lot of burdens. I hope you could... avoid giving her more bad memories.
We should take more onto ourselves instead, those things which we can't even face ourselves. We can do it.
As long as you're here. As long as you are like this.

Kal'tsit : Scout Squad. Thirteen members. Scout, Milim, Tipsy...
...Slink, Mimi, Leafa, Slanna, Mary...
...Thumbtack, Mudflower, Macron, Pter, Scorpion.
Rosmontis Squad, one member, Bluishsilver. Raidian Squad, one member, Liqusa.
Forty-one sacrifices in all, in the Chernobog Incident.
Rhodes Island will not forget. We will remember their names forever.
Even should Rhodes Island cease to exist someday, all that they have done will leave its mark on our world.

Amiya : Doctor...
You don't want to talk?
I get it. So much has happened.
But, with you by my side, I feel... I feel happy.
There are some things we can't do by ourselves.

Doctor : But it's not like we do them for their own sake.

Amiya : Right!
Rhodes Island... we always press forward, no matter what the dark clouds bring.
And no matter how many terrible stories unfold across the world...
I'll always believe in the warmth in your heart.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : That's a given. / ......

Amiya : Welcome home, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : What will you do if I'm actually bad?

Amiya : Then I'll have to stop you myself.
Welcome home, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : Hi, Amiya.

<Background 12>

Rhodes Island Operator : Did she say anything?

Closure : Nope. Not a peep since you brought her in.
She's so calm. Even when, uh... Ch'en, was it? Even when Ch'en came to see her, she didn't say anything.

Rhodes Island Operator : So what are you going to do about it?

Closure : Me? Do I look like Ascalon...? And I don't think we have anything we need from her yet anyway.
More information is gonna depend on where you use it, I guess. I really don't know how to handle a person like that.

Rhodes Island Operator : What about those L.G.D. people?

<Background black>

Swire : What? It's not like it's your first time at Rhodes Island. What's there to be shy about?

Hoshiguma : I just got promoted. I don't want anyone thinking I'm working under the table with Rhodes.
Missy, you're totally good with it, huh? You make it look like you're going shopping.

Swire : Who could stop me?

Hoshiguma : Sure enough. You got that rich girl brain.

Swire : Hmm...? Chief Wei's office. Who's... that?

Hoshiguma : ...An angel with blue hair? Or a Sarkaz?

Swire : Woah! She's really hurt!

Hoshiguma : Hey! You can't just barge in... Chief Wei is in there.

<Background 7>

??? : Looks like you got company, Chief.

Wei Yenwu : Anyone who could make their way in here is someone I can trust. Let's have you look after your own wounds first.

??? : If you don't mind letting those two out there eavesdrop, then this little scratch is no big deal.

Wei Yenwu : What are you doing here, Laterano Messenger?

??? : I'm not here as an official Laterano Messenger...
(Although, the Church does actually have a message for you.)

Wei Yenwu : Hoshiguma! Take Swire outside.

Hoshiguma : Oh, roger that!

Swire : Hey! Why just me...?

Wei Yenwu : There.
Speak, Messenger.

??? : ...He said... (Laterano language).
"What did you have for breakfast? And what will you eat for dinner?"

Wei Yenwu : ...Odd. Why would he want to know what I think?

??? : I think... You are the Chief, Mr. Wei.

<Background 13>

Closure : They're not here in an official capacity. The blonde tiger and the green-haired Oni... I think they're probably here to meet an old friend or something?
But hey, if we carry on like this, we could have the Ursus Royal Guard taking a stroll around the landship.

Rhodes Island Operator : When they came by, did the... patient, react at all?

Closure : Nope.
I can only ever guess at what Kal'tsit's thinking. Oh, I'll get the surveillance set up, you stand under that camera. C'mon, c'mon~

Kashchey : Talulah.
Humans are weak, complicated, selfish creatures.
Even cystybeasts possess a nobility human beings lack. They forage the land day after day, never stopping, never giving up.
Unlike humans.
Humans kill one another for food. Humans harm one another for selfish desires.
As such, human beings use others to determine their own value, to measure their worth. You have what it takes to enlighten them them, you have the right to use them.
You know what you must do. I taught you all that you are... How do you overcome these countless years of oppressive history? The history of humanity is a history of struggle.
Wisdom, ideals, and methods... Your sight is my sight. Surrender your fantasies. Sooner or later, you will return to me.
I am your only end.

「Kashchey... No, Kashchey. Absolutely not.
All that you taught me now weighs on my body, carved into it as scars forever. The past is behind us.
It's all... over.
Indeed... I must put an end to all you have brought.
All the ugliness and shame you cast upon me... will be my fuel. It will fuel my future.
Until I find you, until this world is liberated, I will never stop burning.
I will not deny you again, Kashchey. I oppose you.
Until all the wrongs have been righted and all our sins purged.
It will be done. Even if our end is the same, I will burn it all to ashes. Even if I burn to death. 」

<Background black>

「How long have you been out?
Oh, I can't be bothered to count. I lost track a while ago.
But even if you run, you won't get away.
One needs a hammer to strike a nail. And if all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
Maybe now is the time. 」

Kal'tsit : Vina! Come here, please. I have words for you.

Siege : Alright, Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Just a moment. One question. Are you ready?

Siege : I'm not sure. But I guess I'm ready whenever.

<Background 13>

Islam Witte : Your Majesty...
Here is the completed report on the incident.

Fyodor : —How did this happen?
Did one of the Royal Guards betray us?
Witte, give me an honest answer.
My chest is an unlit fireplace on a winter day. Only honest words will get my heart beating again, whether or not an unpleasant truth may break it.

Islam Witte : No. Your Royal Guards would never betray Your Majesty. They will remain loyal to you until the world itself is consumed by fire, as long as you are the rightful Emperor of Ursus.

Fyodor : You and I both know those are but empty words. Would that the Guard did more than stand back and watch the old monster die...
Enough! No more platitudes, no more masks, I've grown weary! Witte, you are no fool. Tell me your thoughts! And look me in the eye as you do!
Where are the puppetmasters behind this plot?

Islam Witte : ——
Grand Duke Baikal, Deputy Marshal of the Third Army and Governor General Rosin, and Viscount Kerque.
Of course, I still lack the evidence to prove that they actually orchestrated the entire ordeal.
Further, when the Royal Guard went to hang them all in their homes. They found...
These traitors, lacking the courage to face their crimes and your wrath, they took their own lives rather than bear their due punishment.

Fyodor : Cowards... absolute cowards! Have they not even the meager courage it takes to stand trial?
They must have known! They knew that a trial would reveal their base desires, their corrupted minds, to all the people of Ursus!
And yet... now we will never bring them to trial.

Islam Witte : True, Your Majesty. How regrettable that we must now keep this knowledge behind the curtain, rather than take it out onto the stage.
Even a stupid burdenbeast will do more than chew grass when roused.
Nevertheless, the Royal Guard disposed of their remains in the proper manner.
Their rotten corpses will dangle, stinking from the ceiling. No one will dare take them down.
Had their conspiracy succeeded, Ursus would have suffered another war, they would have seen their influence increase, proportionally draining the power of the Council... perhaps further degrading our cities.
We are most fortunate they failed.

Fyodor : Traitors! Death was too good for them. I should feed them to the Flesh Buthidas!
But... that would be a terrible thing. No. We can't do that.
Pardon me, Witte. I didn't mean to lash out like that.
We must not go back down the road of ruin. No matter how much rage I have for my enemies, I cannot exhibit such behavior.

Islam Witte : You did not resort to them during the Great Rebellion. To this day, I feel that only a proper, blood-soaked threat would have stirred them.
Pure terror is the only language those who terrorize the innocent can understand.
Although I am personally opposed to such measures.

Fyodor : Unfathomable.
Must I resort to such ancient brutality, such poisonous traditions to stand against the ignorant?
And as these maggots seize the swords and shields of our empire, are even we left to naught but rot?

Islam Witte : Forgive me, Your Majesty. I do not have an answer to that question. From a constitutional perspective, I am not your legal spymaster.

Fyodor : More importantly, Witte, is the legend true? Is the "Deathless Black Snake" a malignant deity that cannot be slain?
And are there other such deities like it in our realm? What can we do to free our people from this tyranny?
Witte, we stand now in the light... surrounded by darkness! Can we use fire to illuminate Ursus?

Islam Witte : Your Majesty, I must point to one fact. In recent decades, only the Duke of Kashchey, among all the Ageless, shows clear signs of involvement in these events.
And even after his death, we are unable to confirm her identity.
That tells us that the Ageless of Ursus... still fear you.
They fear you and your contempt.
Nearly a thousand years have passed since we overthrew the Hippogryph. A couple of dying monsters cannot stand against the might of the Ursus people.
Let them do as they will. They will fail.
We will find them, and we will destroy them. Your Majesty need not worry.

Fyodor : I hope it all proceeds as you've said.
What of the Infected situation? Any developments?

Islam Witte : Your Majesty is overhasty. You acted too quickly to close the Infected mines the armies held in the northwest.
It may have been your hope to weaken the Army's supply reserves, or even show a little benevolence—
But as much as the Army opposes you, your people also oppose this. They fear the Infected.
It is unwise to go against your people, at this juncture. They by and large despise the Infected, and standing against the Army here could be seen as you standing against the people.
You lack the resources to pursue this course.

Fyodor : ......
Even if it's the right thing to do?

Islam Witte : Even if it's the right thing to do. This is to show leniency to the Infected by shoveling them into the jaws of hell.
It is time, Your Majesty. Yurodstvo has been waiting at the door for over fifteen minutes. I think you may want to see to him.

Fyodor : Hmph. Raving lunatic with his holy visions! I'll make a proper joke of him.
But before that, Witte, do you think we can do it? Can we make Ursus great again?

Islam Witte : I don't know, Your Majesty. Now is not an appropriate time to answer you.
But at least you do not lay waste to the world as your father did. That is already quite good.

<Background black>

Islam Witte : Talulah the Infected... hm.
Should you break the curse of the Deathless Black Snake, then you should be able to break through everything that weighs upon you.
I hope that one day we have a real chance to defeat the country of the last emperor.

<Background black>

「Talulah?
You're doing a good service, standing guard in this weather.
I know it is what you want. 」

Talulah : So you do. Until we walk out of this winter, my fire will keep burning.

FrostNova : (Sh. Quiet...)
(They're sleeping.)

Talulah : (Oh, sorry. Shh.)
(They trained all day?)

FrostNova : (The kid with the dark hair looks like he could handle a bow.)
(But he'll need to grow a bit.)

Talulah : (Then let them sleep. But...)

FrostNova : (I'm about to leave. I'm dropping the temperature too much. They'll catch a cold.)

Talulah : (Sorry to bother you.)

FrostNova : (You didn't. It's just the one with the white hair... he's a light sleeper. If I don't sing to him, he has night terrors. I don't know what he's been through.

Talulah : (Time heals all wounds.)
(Is your father still working on tomorrow's battle plan? He told me something about an Ursus Infected transport center.)

FrostNova : (He has to think carefully, keep our losses low. He always tells me to pay attention to that.)

Talulah : (It's already so late.)

FrostNova : (I've never seen him sleep. Not once.)

Talulah : (Heroes need rest too. The other fighters should've taken some.)

FrostNova : (Think of yourself before him. Who was that you reached out to a few days ago? Where were they from?)

Talulah : (Lyudmila and Alex. Looks like they've been around Chernobog. They know the city well.)

FrostNova : (That's a big city.)

Talulah : (Yes. And with lots of Infected in it. We might be able to bring them in... with the right plan.)
(Lyudmila and the people with her seem strong. I think they might become dependable allies, even if they're a little ornery right now.)

FrostNova : (Ornery as those of us fighting the Ursus Army all the time?)
(Chernobog. It's too far, and too many things stand in our way. How many years would it take? Three or four still wouldn't get us there.)

Talulah : (Even if we don't fight it or stop it... it will have to come to us. With the efforts of the Infected in the city, we can build a city of our own.)
(And maybe, in three or four years' time... we'll be looking at tomorrow. Tomorrow is so close.)

FrostNova : (I like the sound of that.)
(Get some rest.)

Talulah : (Right. Good night.)
(Good night, Sasha, and Eno.)

FrostNova : (Hurry back. I'll send the kids to the settlement soon.)

Talulah : (Right.)
(My brothers and sisters...)

「Good night. 」

Trivia

The interlude's description changes depending on the player's progress to unlock as follows.

1/3: Every journey ■■■, but this world ■■■.

2/3: Every journey has a ■, but this world knows no ■.

3/3: Every journey has a destination, but this world knows no end.

EG-5: Burnt Fragment 5

Summary

A matter of self.

<Background 1>

[A Savra approaches the Doctor in the aftermath of the Chernobog battle. ]

??? : Ah.
Forgive my presumption. Might you be the Doctor?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : You’re... 12F?

12F : I never thought you’d remember me.
Have we met somewhere before? Or, perhaps, you've previously read my files?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : And you are...?

??? : Ah, my apologies. Could this be the first time we've met? I still haven't introduced myself.
Hello, Doctor. Call me 12F, let's say. Since I'm no more than an ordinary Detachment Operator, I've had relatively few chances to have met with you face-to-face.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Don't be so polite!

12F : Nay. Once you're familiar with me, you may well come to hate me.
With some politeness, both sides are left a little leeway. Leeway to advance a step, or to withdraw something.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

12F : I'd heard the Doctor was a reticent one. I won't be asking you to say anything further.
Your experiences and mine are probably nothing alike, and our dispositions are assuredly a gulf apart.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You don't need to be so reserved.

12F : When going outside, I do tend to be somewhat polite. Once used to speaking like this, it's hard to change.
I've seen no shortage of rude remarks come to a fight, after all. By and large, we keep at a distance from vulgar people, without any another reason—only that one thing less, perhaps, beats one thing more.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

12F : It's truly been a long campaign... and you've endured to the bitter end.
Battles like these are only cause to feel fear. Might you feel that way, Doctor?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : (In turn, ask him whether he's afraid.)

12F : If you were to ask...
I don't tell lies. I am. Granted, I've already come all this way with the team, but I'm still quite afraid.
In the wilderness, dying is not much worth mentioning, a trivial thing. This has become a consensus across near to all people.
I believe that was why we set up nomadic cities. We wished to live on, to not be killed by the wilderness again.
But the disasters occurring among these cities were a repeated reminder to us that often, when we think we've had the great fortune to escape from somewhere, we'll play new misfortunes upon ourselves.
Did the people of Chernobog ever imagine they'd go through this? I imagine they didn't. It's no good thing, passing your days trembling in fear.
Outcomes such as this are too dark. I can't imagine what I'd be like, stuck to this vision and living on.
But all of this has dropped, unwittingly, right on their heads. We've stopped the Core City. What if something broke out once again within Chernobog?
When I consider all we might encounter in future, it leaves me feeling only afraid.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : (As ever, be silent.)

12F : Given you're unwilling to say much, Doctor, I won't ask much more.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : (Painstakingly, explain to him how you're already used to this.)

12F : What is it you're used to?
Are you used to fear, or... used to fighting?
I'm somewhat saddened.
Please, be reassured, I'm not prejudiced against you...
I suppose you should mean the latter.
To be used to fighting... many soldiers have said similar things.
You aren't a soldier, yet you're used to risking life and limb alongside them. You ought to have something you pursue in battle, then?
Or alternatively, in your eyes, this conflict is only a means to an end... or perhaps, the blood and glory in every battle makes you feel... excitement?
I'm sorry, Doctor, I'm sorry. I seem to have gone somewhat too far.
Only, I myself hope greatly that you're able to leave the theater of war, Doctor. Perhaps you, in your capacity as a battlefield commander, can stand level against even Dr. Kal'tsit—
But just like Dr. Kal'tsit, I believe if you threw even greater energy into your original field of study, your original life, you would bring about even more benefit to others.
But things often turn out contrary to how you wish. Innocent children pick up weapons, people who brimmed with vigor lose their lives, and families who live life happily shatter apart. We cannot prevent it.
As for being used to being afraid, I believe that refers much more to people like me.
I'm hard-pressed to feel that you and I are the same type, Doctor. Ever since you arose, all these battles you've taken part in, I consider you to have fundamentally won.
Are you possibly afraid of winning? Or are you possibly afraid that if you were unable to achieve victory, you'd lose something?
But I'm not fond of battles at all. If I were allowed, I'd run far, far away.
Perhaps, just maybe, I'm the complete contrary to you. Because I might even be afraid of victory.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : (Maintain silence.)

12F : ——
It's getting late. My team should be prepared to retreat by now.
Please take care of yourself. I wish you a pleasant day.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : (Inquire what his purpose for asking is.)

12F : Because I wanted to understand your character. Though, given I could find you here, I can more or less arrive at my own answer.
Disregarding the people who already knew you well, there are plenty like myself who didn't join Rhodes Island too long ago, who feel some sense of curiosity about you.
Of Amiya, we all have the same general impression. Everyone knows that beneath her miniscule stature lies a tenacious will, holding her up...
Opinions on Dr. Kal'tsit all vary, while I can very much understand her. No matter what Dr. Kal'tsit does, she always has a basis. She's in no way impetuous, and never acts on an impulse.
That's simply not something the average person can achieve.
Whereas you...
What about you?
It's not been too long since you came back to Rhodes Island, and before you'd returned, your name had spread fast.
But we didn't know who you were. What kind of person were you? What would you bring for us?
Before you came, Dr. Kal'tsit pushed the notification to each individual's terminal, letting us all know that you'd be an important member of the Rhodes Island Command Department someday.
Though plenty of notifications from HR are similar, I was still able to pick up on the information concealed within that short paragraph of text—
—You were, to some of us, completely unfamiliar. At the time, at least, that was how it was.
...It's not just that we don't know what sort of past you had. We weren't even sure of what kind of future you had.
Where would Rhodes Island lead us? Along the way, you'd be sure to play an important role. I know that was how a lot of people felt.
But what about you yourself? Might you feel like all of that... is not part of you? You've lost your memories, after all, and this world hides a great many facts from you.
Doctor, I have some personal experience. Can you hear it out? You may as well, really; you don't have to take it seriously.
You might feel like, ever since you've woken, you haven't had much right to choose anything, that the road has been paved out entirely by others.
Personally, in my experience, from the moment I was born up 'til now, ever since I was tossed into this land, I've always had that sort of a feeling. That I can't choose. I can only live upon this great land.
Putting those great figures who've felt they could change their own fate aside, we ordinary people... please, just allow me to say this! We ordinary people are always pushed along.
But are we truly allowed no choice?
To this Chernobog core city mission, I signed up.
I knew this was highly dangerous, and I knew it went against what I believed... more than doing anything to shake the world, what I want is to live on.
And I was very well aware I couldn't help with much myself. Compared to other, far more specialized Operators, it was all I could do not to get in the way.
But I still chose to do things in this manner. I didn't need to explain to anyone else my reasons, nor did I need to tangle myself in anything after this.
Before we made our decisions, we wondered why we had to do things this way. And after that, so we did them.
So, Doctor, you actually had some sort of choice, didn't you?
You came with us all the way here.
You're here.
...That's my verdict, then.
Thank you for your time, Doctor. I apologize for talking to myself for so long. But I do understand you a little more now.
—It's getting late. Preparations for work should be more or less there by now. I've confirmed your safety as well. Following that, our team should be retreating.
So I'll see you at Rhodes, Doctor.
Oh, right, Doctor...
No matter if it's just in the moment, or just the slightest variance. The future will surely follow with each difference in your choices, and expose a different appearance as time goes by.
I trust you will always have a choice.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Part 1 Recap

<Background black>

How long has it been, already, since you awoke in Chernobog?
The span of a blink. Like a lifetime ago.
You still remember, when you opened your eyes, the light you saw, and the voice you heard calling.

Distant Voice : ...Sorry...
For making you suffer again...

<Background black>

You still remember the warmth of the girl's hand.

??? : ......
Doctor...
...hand!
Take my hand!!

<Background black>

You still remember, where you left your slumber, the unbearably broken world that greeted you.

<Background black>

You still remember, hiding among the countless enemies, an unerring gaze.

??? : Hmph. Trying to run...?
Where do you think you're going?
Go. Tear them apart.

<Background black>

You remember as before, battling with wave after wave of hostiles, the Catastrophe taking its callous hold.

[Sounds of destruction that befell Chernobog during the events of Episode 01 is heard. ]

<Background black>

And the enemy more fearsome than the Catastrophe still.

[Sounds of Talulah unleashing her powers at Rhodes Island in the climax of Episode 01 is heard. ]

Talulah : I shall grant you an ending that I am quite fond of.
...Disappear.

<Background black>

Those around you made great sacrifices. Paid the ultimate price.
Each name, each likeness, you firmly remember.
Even so, you weren't spared much time to familiarize yourself with all that Rhodes Island is, and was.
The insurrection in Chernobog was only a beginning. Rhodes Island was pressed to swiftly proceed to Lungmen.
Because it was more than likely that Lungmen would become the next target of Reunion's indiscriminate attacks.

[Misha is seen in the background. ]

<Background black>

To earn the trust of Lungmen Chief Executive Wei Yenwu, Rhodes Island carried out an investigation in the slums.
You remember here, you saw the plight of the Infected wherever you looked.
And in that plight, the infiltration of Reunion, determined to resist.

<Background black>

You still remember, a little girl who had been drawn into all this, she was Reunion's true target.
Once kindhearted by nature, she ultimately chose to take up arms to save her own people.
You still remember. How she, herself, never was saved.

[Sounds of the climactic battle in Episode 03 is heard. ]

Ch'en : People always have a way of surpassing your expectations.
Even moreso when it comes to the Infected.
Power begets madness, and desire begets depravity.
They are cancers, eroding away at all that is good in the world.

Amiya : ......

Ch'en : If you want to keep it, I won't stop you.
Just know that one day, your room will be filled with masks like this.
All people must bear the consequences for the choices they make... Infected, or otherwise.

<Background black>

You remember how, at the same time, within the districts of Chernobog, the recon team found Reunion assembled.

Mephisto : They ran away.
They had pretty quick reactions. Ran away before we had a chance to take action.
Disconnected themselves, and took off as quickly as they could––
But where did they hope to escape to?

<Background black>

You remember, as you rescued the imperiled team, the first time you saw the girl who was as frost.

[The sound of FrostNova's appearance in the climax of Episode 04 is heard. ]

<Background black>

You still remember. This, too, was Reunion's trap.
You remember. The L.G.D. forces pursuing the Reunion remnants to the outer edge.
The enemy launched their offensive from inside, with the L.G.D. at the center, and assailed Lungmen.

Ch'en : ...I'm safe now.
But...
......
...Reunion took over one of our important facilities and is now forcefully opening a passage between the slums and the outer city.

[Ch'en is seen pursuing the Reunion during the events of Episode 05. ]

<Background black>

You remember. The young Inspector swearing to retake the L.G.D. by her own strength, and defeat the insurrectionist foe within Lungmen.

<Background black>

You remember. She, too, went through setbacks, but remained unyielding.

Ch'en : Maybe I have changed. As time passed, I've had fewer grievances about Lungmen, and I've been able to place my trust in more people.
You are no longer just Inspector Hoshiguma. You are my friend, and my partner.
Your shield has protected me all this time; so once in a while, you should let me be your shield..

Hoshiguma : Whew. You're not even going to blush after saying all that?

Ch'en : No matter how you feel, we are the L.G.D. We aren't rioters, nor are we criminals.
We will take back our headquarters, not necessarily for the sake of pride or justice.
We will do it because we are the L.G.D., and we will take back what belongs to us. That's the only reason we need.
Do not make Lungmen worry about us. Do I make myself clear?! Obedience, diligence, and perseverance!
It's time. Let us rid the L.G.D. Headquarters of every last Reunion member!

<Background black>

You remember her brimming with courage, bravely charging the enemy ranks.

[The sounds of Ch'en fighting the Reunion forces at the climax of Episode 05 are heard. ]

Mephisto : Officer, I know what you are. My Originium Arts only work on the Infected.

Ch'en : I don't care.

Mephisto : Don't you know that you're only going to become his pawn, to be discarded when you've served your purpose?

Ch'en : You can have those words back.

[Another sounds of Ch'en fighting the Reunion forces at the climax of Episode 05 are heard. ]

You remember Rhodes Island making haste, arriving just at the battle's decisive moment.

[The sound of R.I. forces' arrival at the climax of Episode 05 is heard. ]

Faust : ...!
You're using your own blood as an incendiary?

Blaze : Hah, do I look like some sort of caster to you? Only some egotistical newbie would go around committing arson like that.
Sorry, but this is just one of my fighting techniques. Show yourselves – you have nowhere to hide!

<Background black>

You remember the L.G.D. taken back, and the horn blown to signal a counterattack on all fronts.
You remember Rhodes Island and the L.G.D. fighting apart, Reunion suffering defeat after defeat.

GreyThroat : Just you...?

Faust : ......

GreyThroat : Move and I shoot!

<Background black>

You still remember, at the end of the fight in Lungmen, how Rhodes Island had to once again face an enemy she didn't want to fight.

FrostNova : Yes. You will now... fight me.
Only one of us leaves.

FrostNova : If you can defeat me, it means some will be able to survive––

<Background black>

You remember it vividly. It was precisely because we both knew... we both cherished the same ideal.
And because we did, neither of us could back down.

FrostNova : I am willing to join Rhodes Island. I am willing to fight together with you against the enemies of the Infected, your way.
This is my burden to bear.

She was, at the instant the battle concluded, a part of Rhodes Island.

<Background black>

And yet, Reunion's crushing defeat in Lungmen was no more than Talulah moving her first piece.
Exploiting the cover of a sandstorm, the Chernobog core city approached Lungmen.

<Background black>

You remember. A direct attack using a city as a weapon. That was Talulah's true maneuver.
In this moment, the firm and resolute Ch'en chose to leave, alone.

<Background black>

Rhodes Island, too, chose to abandon coordinated action with the L.G.D., and go unto the fray.
To make landfall and attack the Chernobog core city, and halt Reunion's offensive.

Kal'tsit : Drivers, maintain a steady speed! Check your maps. Use the sandstorm to cover your approach to the core city until you're in range to deploy boarding gear! Engage!

<Background black>

You still remember how we returned to the core city, defended by guards every step of the way, and met an old friend.

[The sound of Guard revealing himself to R.I. is heard. ]

??? : ......

Rhodes Island Guard? : It's been a while, Amiya, Dr. Kal'tsit.

<Background black>

Exhausted our strength.

Rosmontis : Ah... ahhh!

<Background black>

Put an end to the quandary.

「It tries to walk forward, but its fragile wings are unable to support its own body.
There are sounds trickling out of its throat, like a river of terror formed of whimpers. 」

Kal'tsit : Creatures of artificial nature can usually be traced back to aesthetics.
Yet don't be fooled by its appearance. No matter how beautiful it may seem, you are looking at the culprit behind the surrounding devastation.
......
It's singing.

<Background black>

Prevailed over a mighty enemy.

「The Wendigo freezes in place.
Something appears to be dripping sorrowfully from his helmet.
......
A minute passes.
During this eternity of a minute, there are no other sounds except for the low rumbling of the moving city. 」

<Background black>

Everyone there was forced to confront their own hearts.
They may have overcome their doubts, no longer at a loss.

「Ch'en has tried to run far away many times.
But she stopped herself. 」

<Background black>

They may have indulged their hatred, fixed and unwavering.

<Background black>

The women standing at the core were bound to decide the final battle at the summit of the tower.

[Sounds of the confrontation between Ch'en and Talulah... ]

[...at the climax of Episode 08 are heard. ]

<Background black>

The battle of Lungmen drew here to an end.
It was as if there were fundamentally no winners, and no losers.
Only each individual settling their aspirations, each headed somewhere different.

Amiya : Doctor...
You don't want to talk?
I get it. So much has happened.
But, with you by my side, I feel... I feel happy.
There are some things we can't do by ourselves.
Rhodes Island... we always press forward, no matter what the dark clouds bring.
And no matter how many terrible stories unfold across the world...
I'll always believe in the warmth in your heart.
Welcome home, Doctor.

<Background black>

Every battle in the standoff against Reunion, you can recall.
But you still cannot find any recollection of the things that should most come back to you.
The things of the past. The things of Rhodes Island.
The things you can truly do.
You know, come the future, that there will be more journeys still to take.
And that this... is no more than a beginning.

9-1: Storm Assault

Summary

Pursuing a case of theft of military Originium products, Bagpipe under the Tempest Platoon arrives at County Hillock, and conducts an assault operation at a certain warehouse from her intel.

<Background black>

"The hibernating mountains carry smokestacks high,"
"And the tracks run hauling my home with creak and cry"
"I found an acorn rolling in the gutter all alone, and right by a rivet rusted all of its chrome..."

<Background 1>

[A group of Victorian Army soldiers led by a Lupo codenamed "Horn" enter a warehouse. Horn reaches out to her teammates. ]

Horn : We've entered the warehouse. Investigation team, report status.

Triangle : Leader. Vital signs to the southeast. Seven shelves away from you, moving within one meter.

Horn : Number of heads?

Triangle : One.

Horn : Any Originium response?

Triangle : None for the time being.

Horn : Good. Hold your positions.

[Horn signs off. ]

Horn : Bagpipe?

Bagpipe : Got it!

Horn : What are you looking for?

Bagpipe : Doesn't it sound like someone's singin'?

Horn : Don't get distracted. This means our target's guard is down.
Keep to the plan. Wait for my signal, then you charge. For now, keep moving in.
Five, four, three...
Ready–

[Horn and Bagpipe breaches the room by busting the door open... ]

Bagpipe : Bunker destroyed!

[...spooking a young male Feline inside the room. ]

Panicked Youth : Ack–
*cough* *cough* *hack*... Wh–what's going on? All this smoke out of nowhere!

Horn : Don't move! Stay where you are, raise both your hands up!

Panicked Youth : I–I... you're... Victorian soldiers?

Bagpipe : What do you mean by that? Aren't you Victorian too?

Panicked Youth : Er...

[The young Feline looks around before running away. ]

Horn : He's looking to run. Cello, watch to intercept!

Bagpipe : Leader, he's not headin' for the exit, he's turned back–

Horn : !!
Triangle! Target heading for the back shelves! If you pick up any Originium response, open fire immediately!
Everyone else, form behind my shield!
Quick!!!

[Horn and the rest of the squad pursue the young Feline, but Bagpipe breaks off... ]

Horn : Bagpipe, what are you doing?!

[...and attempts to flank the young Feline to catch him by surprise. ]

Bagpipe : –

[Bagpipe collides with the young Feline who drops something as he falls to the ground. Bagpipe picks it up and covers it with her body, believing it is a bomb. ]

Bagpipe : I'm coverin' it! Everyone, run!

Horn : You–

Bagpipe : ...!

Triangle : Leader, no Originium response. That's not a bomb under Bagpipe.

Bagpipe : Oh! False alarm.

Horn : And the target...?

Bagpipe : Sorry, I knocked him a little hard. He won't be standin' for a while.

Horn : And what of the boxes?

Bagpipe : I'll take a peek. All potatoes and carrots, and cauliflowers too! I squashed 'em flat. Shame, they seemed just fine for eatin'.

Horn : ......
Stay alert.

Bagpipe : This one, this one, and this one... they're all the same. Leader, it's all produce and grains in here.

Horn : Triangle, watch for anyone else nearing our perimeter.
Oboe, you search the warehouse with Bagpipe. Signal on any discovery.
Cello, take this man stuck on the floor and tie him up.

[Horn's squadmates pinned the young Feline to the ground. ]

Panicked Youth : Urgh...

Horn : Right now, sir, we're going to need you to answer a few questions.

Panicked Youth : I–I don't know anything. I'm here for sorting the potatoes.

Horn : Are you from County Hillock?

Panicked Youth : Yes...

Horn : Have you heard of any spectre force?

Panicked Youth : Spectre... what? *cough*, *cough* *cough*... Doesn't force mean people like you lot, all the soldiers?
They took Lowry, Julia and Chris away... is it–is it my turn now?

Horn : I want you to calm down.
Listen. We have people who saw a batch of Originium goods enter this warehouse late last night. And now, those goods aren't here. You need to give me an explanation.

Panicked Youth : Explanation? That's what you're looking for? You're not going to just hang me? I–I... *pteuch*.

Bagpipe : Hey! What are you spittin' around for? You've gotta care about hygiene!

Horn : Any leads?

Bagpipe : None, it's potatoes everywhere. If our information wasn't wrong, then they must work a sight fast.

Horn : Alright.
Bring him. He definitely knows something, he's just not willing to open up.

Panicked Youth : There it is... you're all the same! Dying to find faults in all of us, torturing us... you Victorian oppressor beasts!

Bagpipe : Eh? Again? He thinks callin' another Victorian "Victorian" counts as an insult? It's flyin' over my head.

[Triangle reaches out to Horn. ]

Triangle : Leader, incoming.

Horn : How many?
(Prepare to break up.)

Bagpipe : (Yes, Leader.)

[Horn and her squad split up, but... ]

Triangle : Update, Leader, they seem to be our own.

[A Victorian Army captain walks into the building... ]

??? : They're in here.

[...followed by soldiers who surround Horn and her squad. ]

Victorian Soldier : ......

Bagpipe : (Leader, we're surrounded.)

Horn : (Going by the numbers, yes.)

Bagpipe : (If you listen to the voices, there don't seem to be too many left outside. If I crack the wall by me, then we've got our chance!)

Horn : (Don't get hasty.)

??? : I see you've had a very fierce confrontation in here.

[Horn approaches the captain. ]

Horn : Rita Skamandros, 7th Frontline Infantry Battalion, 2nd Tempest Platoon Leader.

??? : Nice to meet you, Lieutenant Skamm... Skamandros.

Horn : My name isn't too easy to remember. You can call me Horn, Captain.

??? : Very well, Horn. I'm Kelly, Louis Kelly. I'm sorry, codenames aren't our style.

Horn : Captain Kelly, you and your troops are presumably also here to investigate this warehouse.

Captain Kelly : Correct, we've received the tip-off too.

Horn : Then you ought to understand how grave this situation is. A great deal of illicit Originium goods were stolen off a military transport a couple months ago, and ultimately came to vanish in this region.

Captain Kelly : Ahem...

Horn : I need not remind you, Captain, with this much ordnance, coupled with recent thefts in surrounding counties–if fallen into felonious hands, the menace posed will reach far beyond County Hillock.

Captain Kelly : Good, thank you for the run-down. I understand.

Horn : And we're very thankful for your cooperation.

Captain Kelly : Hill!

Adjutant Hill : Sir.

Captain Kelly : Take this young man... this suspect back to camp.

Bagpipe : What? It was mad for us gettin' this man as our lead!

Adjutant Hill : Sir, her spear is obstructing fulfillment of my duty.

Captain Kelly : Er...

Horn : ......
Bagpipe, let it go.

Bagpipe : But our mission–

Horn : –We're on Hillock land right now.

「Captain Kelly pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, and wipes the sweat on his forehead. 」

Captain Kelly : Very glad we could persuade you, Lieutenant. You and this young Vouivre lady, and all others present...
Ahem–you must be certainly worn out by your hard journey, dashing here from Londinium.

Horn : It's our duty as soldiers of Victoria.

Captain Kelly : Yes, quite right. Now, if you still have intention to operate in County Hillock...

Horn : We're obliged to continue tracking the thieved Originium goods. This is an order from Londinium. I imagine Colonel Hamilton would see sense too.

Captain Kelly : Of course, of course. You may accompany me back to camp.

Bagpipe : Leader, do we really have to give him up to them? They have to be doin' this on purpose! Ever since we touched foot on the outskirt plate, they've been followin' right behind!
Right until now, just as we caught him–

Horn : "Stationed troops of the Empire have a responsibility to address any threat to public safety that arises within their station."
They haven't violated any code.

Bagpipe : Ugh... alright.

Horn : Captain, he's yours. As per code, we may also take part in the interrogation–we hope you recall.

Captain Kelly : Ha, hahah... yes, quite in line with code.

Panicked Youth : N–No... let me go! Don't take me!

Adjutant Hill : Heh...

Panicked Youth : Help me... save my soul! I haven't done anything... I don't know...
Aaarghhh!

[The young Feline resists to be taken into custody by Hill, forcing the adjutant to knock him unconscious. ]

Captain Kelly : Hill...

Adjutant Hill : Tara rabble like him always do make a scene like this.

Captain Kelly : Take him away.

Bagpipe : Ugh, really! What gives them the right!
Leader, I think... that wee Feline wants us to help him. He's scared to death of goin' with them.)

Horn : (......)
(Triangle?)

Triangle : Here, Leader. Still in position, outside in the same tree. They haven't noticed me.

Horn : (Good. Take the reconnaissance group, and keep investigating along nearby transport routes. If you find any leads, immediately report back.)

Triangle : Understood. Are we notifying their barracks?

Horn : ......
No need.
Be sure to defend yourselves.

Operation story: 9-2

Before operation

Summary

Bagpipe and Horn go to the interrogation room at the appointed time, but come up empty. The barracks have kept them out of the loop, and executed the suspect without trial.

<Background 1>

[The Sankta Outcast, a Rhodes Island elite guard, walks around the streets of County Hillock, Victoria. ]

Outcast : County Hillock...
A medium-sized nomadic city, a modest distance out from Londinium. Main pillars are agriculture and light industry, not on closest terms with the surrounding counties...
Full match to what the intel describes.

[Outcast's phone rings. She picks it up and Blaze responses through the phone. ]

Blaze : Outcast, you there yet?

Outcast : Just made it a minute ago. Did you slap a tracking device on me?

Blaze : I've called you like fifteen times since last night!

Outcast : I took the wasteland route. As if I'd have signal.

Blaze : *Sigh*. Okay. Let me get this out there, I'm not the one in a rush. Misery's pushing it.
You know how he is, the worrywart. Not my fault he can't chill out. He's all wound up, even out on a mission, it's like, is he looking to sprout some more wrinkles?!

Outcast : –Wouldn't be Misery if he was anybody else.

Blaze : Fair enough. Seriously, though, any thoughts on the city?

Outcast : Extremely normal.

Blaze : Intel might be faulty, then? There's at least thirty, forty-ish cities in Victoria at that scale–

Outcast : No matter how bright the Londinium sun shines, there'll always be places its light can't reach.

Outcast : You've seen the files. You should know County Hillock doesn't have any noble at the reins. Two counts showed interest in the city, but never saw it through.

Blaze : Err... because it won't make any money?

Outcast : Yeah, or because of how ordinary it is.
But the more normal a place looks, the better it is to hide in plain sight. No matter when Rhodes Island decides to get moving, this is a good opportunity to scout the way ahead.

Blaze : Gotcha. Just call me if you need support. I only just geared up to head for Connor County. I'm still close by for now.

Outcast : Resettling Infected's not easy work. I'm on basic chore duty compared to your mission, probably down at the branch office drinking tea more than half the time.

Blaze : Gimme a break. With a storm like this coming, is a Sankta like you gonna be happy chilling with a cup of tea?!

Outcast : Ugh. You know, I'd love to live it up like a retiree.

Blaze : Wonder why I'm not convinced...
Whatever, let's just all get our jobs done and head home soon as we can. Unrelated, Outcast, but I remember a bunch of green Sankta Operators waiting for you to hold marksmanship classes?

Outcast : Relax, they need some free study time every now and then too.

Blaze : Also, and I know it goes without saying, but Misery won't get off my back about it–
Be careful, Outcast. Hope it all goes smooth.

[Blaze hangs up. ]

Outcast : Smooth?
Hahah, sorry, kiddo, but that's not me.

<Background 2>

「6:50 A.M. \ Overcast
Interrogation Room, County Hillock of Victoria Barracks, outside corridor 」

Bagpipe : Leader, it's so stuffy in here. There's no ventilation or nothin'.

Horn : You said the same during the Stockton serial bombing interrogation last year.

Bagpipe : I'm not gonna be used to it, no matter how many times. You might call Cello instead. With her bein' over two meters, she could scare 'em into behavin' a bit.

Horn : You punching a clean hole through a steel table frightens suspects just as much.

Bagpipe : Aha, haha... I lost my head for a bit there. He took two children, and then he sat there bein' so sarky about their family. Didn't that steam you as well?

Horn : Was I steamed?

Bagpipe : You left finger marks in his imprisonment device with how hard you squeezed round his neck. He pissed himself straight on the spot with the shock you gave him, spat his co-conspirator's name and the bomb coordinates right out, all shiverin'.
That was mostly your credit, wasn't it?

Horn : It was a necessary means of interrogation.

Bagpipe : Oh, I've never been good with those means. I passed basic interrogation theory by the skin of my teeth. Always copied my friends' homework, as well.

Horn : Then you're in luck. Our principal role today is sitting on the side, listening.

Bagpipe : And thank goodness! Actually, um, it's almost time, isn't it? Why's nobody come to bring us in? Didn't that captain tell us it was goin' from 7 o'clock on?

Horn : It's still four minutes to.

[Horn is walking to a nearby Victorian soldier and asks him something. ]

Horn : Excuse me, is Captain Kelly present? We're scheduled to meet him here.

Victorian Soldier : I'm not sure.

Horn : Is there an interrogation set for seven?

Victorian Soldier : I don't know.

Horn : Yesterday afternoon, we had a man suspected of smuggling illegal Originium goods. Do you know where he's being kept?

Victorian Soldier : I don't know.

Bagpipe : That's three strikes...

Horn : ......
Well, it wouldn't surprise me if County Hillock keeps slightly different time to Londinium.

Bagpipe : Eh, is that a thing?

Horn : Seems at least to Captain Kelly it is.

Bagpipe : Haha!

Horn : I suppose we'll just have to do as the locals do.

<Background fades out and in>

Bagpipe : ......
It's ten minutes past now.

Horn : Checking the time over and over won't bring our colleagues here any faster.
Perfect, in a way. I need to talk with you about that false alarm of a battle yesterday.

Bagpipe : Huh? Leader...

Horn : You aren't getting one past me. I'm asking you, when I gave the order to withdraw, why did you jump at that crate instead?

Bagpipe : Weren't you yellin' for the others to withdraw?

Horn : ......

Bagpipe : Before we entered the warehouse, you ordered me to make sure to catch the suspect alive.

Horn : That was the initial order.

Bagpipe : But orders are orders, right?
We all thought the suspect set off a bomb, didn't we? I judged that I was the only one with a chance to complete the mission.
If I could block the blast wave, I could keep the suspect alive, and you'd all be safe and sound too.
Of course, I had no qualms about your shield, Leader... remember that time you saved me, under all that artillery fire? From the Sargon mercs? 'Cause I'll never forget that.

Horn : That's... not what I'm talking about.
If, and I'm only supposing, there really was a bomb inside that crate, you would've taken grave harm. Possibly even thrown away your life.

Bagpipe : Eh? No way. There weren't any explosives that high-spec in the stolen goods. Even if someone modified 'em secretly, the force wouldn't be any harder than the Fortcracker shells we use in combat exercises, y'know?
Heheh, I can take those.

Horn : Don't be overly reliant on Vouivran constitution in combat. How many times have I told you that?

Bagpipe : Er... five?

Horn : Ten at minimum, by my memory. And I can't imagine Slim didn't teach you that too.

Bagpipe : Might've... taught me that? Ha, haha...

Horn : Your smile-beaming has no effect on me. I'm your leader. I'm responsible for the safety of everyone under me.

Bagpipe : I'm sorry, Leader...

Horn : You know what's coming after we return, don't you?

Bagpipe : You can have me run laps, no problem... but I'd hate to go without supper.

Horn : ......
*Sigh*.
There's times I have no idea how I should handle you, Bagpipe. You're the most outstanding soldier under my command. Your obstinance goes right along with your combat skills... constantly exceeding expectations.

Bagpipe : Well, it's got to be that way! My mum told me when I was little, "Vouivre women must see things through to the end!"
Not even a hurricane means much of anythin'. If you can't harvest all the wheat before it bogs down, your precious grains'll go all moldy!

Horn : I... was not singing your praises.
Forget it. No matter how much I scowl at you...
It'll be a miracle if it reforms you any.

Bagpipe : Believe me, Leader, you've got a face far from scary... I've seen plenty enough of the sort with eyes all bright, tellin' people all sinister things with all the worst language Victoria has to offer!

Horn : Enough. Meaningless platitudes like this won't affect a qualified Victorian serviceman.

<Background black>

[Cpt. Kelly is talking with someone. ]

Captain Kelly : You mean to say...?
This... does it have to be this way?
Damian... no, I mean Barry. He was a good'un ever since he was young. I can guarantee, he simply took a wrong turn...
......

[Cpt. Kelly pauses for a moment, before... ]

Captain Kelly : You're absolutely right.
My apologies. Yes, I will follow orders.
Yes, those Londiniers are still here...
Understood. I'll pass down the instruction, sir.
My assurances. I never forget, I am first and foremost... a Victorian soldier.

<Background 2>

Bagpipe : Ugh, Leader, you're checkin' the clock again.

Horn : I'm not like you. I can't go blank anywhere, anytime.

Bagpipe : Honestly speakin', I've had that Feline from the warehouse on my mind. I still properly like the song he sang.
I imagined a bit, dunno why. That song would be lovely for singin' alongside tractorin'.
"The hibernatin' mountains carry livestock herds~"

Victorian Soldier : ......

[Bagpipe notices the soldier watching her. ]

Bagpipe : He's starin' at me. Was I singin' out of tune?

Horn : You remembered the words wrong.

Bagpipe : Oh! Wasn't it livestock? Was it buildin's, then? Or tillers?
You, Hillock pal over there, do you know what this song's words are meant to be?

Victorian Soldier : You shouldn't be singing in here.

Bagpipe : Sorry. Did I violate any of your rules?

Victorian Soldier : At the very least, don't go singing that bunch's songs in front of us.

Bagpipe : That bunch? What bunch? I don't get what you're sayin'.

Victorian Soldier : Are you fiddling with me, Vouivre?

Bagpipe : Huh? What's got you angry now?

Horn : ...Bagpipe.

Bagpipe : Can't shake the feelin' somethin's off-kilter.

Horn : You can save it for later.

Bagpipe : Uh, I'm not talkin' about... Leader, I think I just heard someone in there singin' as well!

Horn : ......
You're right.

「A matching tune comes from the depths of the dimmed corridor, of a deeper tone, rougher, broken off by a few fierce coughs from time to time. 」

Bagpipe : You think the man's in there?

Victorian Soldier : Hey, you're not allowed in!

[A young man walks in, whom Bagpipe recognized to be similar with the one before. ]

Bagpipe : Oi! A–Are you the one we caught yesterday in the outskirt warehouse?

Feeble Youth : *cough* *cough*... *pant*... D'you mean Damian? Poor Damian... got dragged off ages ago...

Bagpipe : Eh?! When?! How'd we not hear?!

Horn : ......
Where did he get taken to?

Feeble Youth : Where... ha, haha... you're asking where...
He's already... already...

[A soldier bashes the young man to silence him. ]

Victorian Soldier : Shut up!
Or would you like to go the same way he went?!

Bagpipe : You're threatenin' him. Why? Where in the world did that man yesterday go to?

Feeble Youth : Ah... ha... went home.

Bagpipe : Went... home?
He got let go? So he had nothin' to do with the spectre force at all? Leader–

Horn : Let me in...

Victorian Soldier : You aren't allowed to converse with the prisoner without permission.

Horn : –
I want to see Captain Kelly. Step aside, soldier. I know he's in here.

[Hill, Cpt. Kelly's adjutant, appears. ]

Adjutant Hill : He is not.

Bagpipe : You? You were the adjutant at the warehouse with the vile mouth, I remember you. What's your idea here?

Adjutant Hill : The Captain left on urgent business. He asked me to pass this on to you–the interrogation ended one hour ago.

Bagpipe : Gah...! So you mean, you went and gave us the wrong time?!

Adjutant Hill : A lapse in communication. Not uncommon at all, is it?

Bagpipe : What bloody lapse in communication... do you think we're idiots?
Leader, they gave us false info, led us up the garden path!

Horn : That's not the key point.
I'm asking you, soldier. Why did you show up to tell us this information now? Since you've bided so much time, surely none of you will mind us wasting even more.

Adjutant Hill : In regards to your question...

[A soldier approaches Hill and whispered something to him. ]

Victorian Soldier : (Muttered report)

Adjutant Hill : Thank you, acknowledged.

[The soldier leaves as Hill continues. ]

Adjutant Hill : Lieutenant Skamandros, the order I received was to inform you of the following–
Convict Damian Barry, your individual of utmost concern–was, ten minutes ago, in an attempt en route to seize weaponry from his escort and assault military personnel, shot dead.

[Bagpipe is surprised to hear that the young man from before named Damian Barry is dead. ]

Bagpipe : What... what bloody nonsense are you feeding us?
We've seen that lad, he's just a normal man! He was frightened stiff when he saw us! How would he go attackin' a fully-armed regular by himself?

Horn : That is to say... you summarily executed the suspect without trial.

Adjutant Hill : I have relayed to you the facts.

[Hill leaves. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Bagpipe : Leader, we've been put in the dark. Why wouldn't they let us have access to the suspect? Aren't we stood on the same side?

Horn : I'm still unclear about their reasons right now.
The one thing I can be sure of is, if we want to continue investigating, we've only got ourselves to depend on. The attitude the barracks have is loud and clear–they won't be of any help to us whatsoever.

Bagpipe : Ugh. I'm not daft, either. I can see they've got a mean habit for trippin' people up.
So what do we do next? We scarcely got a lead, and it's gone again.

Horn : We need to think of some other way.

Bagpipe : Oh, yeah! I just thought. That man called Damian, he said his work was sortin' the potatoes.
Every outer agriculture plate in a nomadic city has its own channel for transportin' crops inwards!
We should be able to find the farmworkers' settlement by followin' along. If we can have a chat with his friends or kin, we might find our lead again.

Horn : It's a very "you" train of thought.

Bagpipe : Then you just leave the information enquirin' to me!

Horn : Excellent. We begin immediately.

Bagpipe : Leader, are you gonna come with?

Horn : I'll stay to negotiate with the barracks. To my mind, they wouldn't slop out an execution without going through interrogation. As long as they held one, there'll be records left behind.

[Horn receives an incoming call from Triangle... ]

Horn : Triangle?

[...and answers it. ]

Triangle : Leader, we were in the outskirts–

[Gunfire are heard over the radio, much to Horn's surprise. ]

Horn : You got ambushed?!

Triangle : They came out of nowhere, and I got rumbled...

[Shots and Arts attacks are heard over the radio. ]

Triangle : This lot's combat techniques and weaponry, they're a full match with previous intel... even Snare's Arts can barely hit them! Damn it!

[More fighting are heard over the radio. ]

Horn : Remember, your main duty is to come back alive!

Triangle : Acknowledged, Leader! We should be fine! Triangle, out–

[Triangle signs off. ]

Horn : –
This is major intel. Our target, the force they call spectre-like, is in County Hillock this very moment.

Operation story: 9-3

After operation

Summary

Outcast arrives at County Hillock. At the Rhodes Island branch office, she gets to know the barracks' guard of honor, Jane.

<Background 1>

「7:11 A.M. \ Overcast
Rhodes Island County Hillock Branch Office 」

[Someone knocks the door and enters the R.I. office, who turns out to be a female Vouivre ceremonial guard. ]

Janie : Morning, everyone! The weather's not bad at all today, wouldn't you say, Uncle Oliver?

Operator Oliver : Oh, it's you. I was just asking, who else could it be knocking at the crack of dawn? But it's a gloomy day today no matter where you look. What's to appreciate?

Janie : Any time it's not raining is good weather. That's what you get in County Hillock. For that matter, how do you know the day's not going to turn clear skies?

Operator Oliver : Fine, you've got me there. Shredder, you stop dilly-dallying. We haven't got anyone dropping in, it's just Janie, daily ditcher.

Janie : You're one to talk. Shredder, you come over here with us.
I brought you a yuccoffee pie today, and some shortbread. Da sent me some tea last week, so I've brought that too. Uncle Oliver, is there any evaporated milk left?

Operator Shredder : Leftovers started molding ages ago. That bloody man–never remembers to go buy any.

Operator Oliver : Isn't it your turn on the shopping? Or am I hallucinating, somehow?
Fred! Will! We need your thoughts too!

Janie : Alright, alright, it's not worth crying over this little spilled milk. Look, what's this? Fresh new evaporated, and some cheese too. Picked them up along the way from the morning market. Here, you can have them.
Hee-hee, I've wanted to try making milk tea for forever now. I think you'll like it at least, Uncle Oliver.

Operator Oliver : Ah, still no one more considerate than you, Janie. Will, you'd better learn well. At least don't start acting like that man next to you with Shredder for a codename.

Operator Will : This shortbread tastes delicious... ooh, right, Miss Willow, isn't your senior officer going to get on your case for running here every day to bring us breakfast?

Operator Shredder : The Victorian Army's rules are a fair deal strict, if I recall.

Janie : Ah... you don't need to worry about that. I'm a guard of honor, I'm only good for big events or recruitment drives. They don't have much use to put me to–the Sergeant Major wouldn't even think about me most of the time.
Besides, it's not like I don't do anything proper.
Every morning when I get up, the first thing I do is pull this banner off its support.
While I wait for the flour to ferment and the coffee to brew, I'll straighten out the creases bit by bit.
Once the shortbread's done, that means I have to wash the flour off me. It takes time for my hair to dry naturally, and that's the perfect time to care for the flagpole, and let it shine like brand new.

[Janie stops Oliver from drinking his tea. ]

Janie : Uncle Oliver, don't rush to pick up your tea yet–it's still too hot.
For a complete morning, everything needs to glow gorgeous, no exceptions. Only then can I bring joy to you all–that's my life's creed.
What's the pie like today, Shredder? Want any more?

Operator Shredder : Perfect... Just like every day before.

Janie : Really? Let me try some too... seems I put a little too much sugar in. I'll make sure to watch out for that tomorrow.

Operator Will : Well, I'm not going to tell you off for being lazy like they do now, Miss Willow.

Janie : –Janie. That's what everyone calls me.

Operator Will : Alright, er... Miss Jane. My honest fear's that they'll want me spending every morning as amply as you do.

Janie : No need for that. I'm not like any of you, there's only so much I can do for the people here. Hm... I think the tea's about the right temperature now. Just make sure to stir it a little before you drink–

[Suddenly, a ball flies through the windows, shattering it and hitting Janie. ]

Janie : Yagh!

<Background 2>

Anxious Child A : You sent the ball flyin' again, Craig!

Craig : ......
I'll go get it.

Anxious Child A : Oh, poo... it went in the building.
If you actually hit any of the grown-ups, then, then you're in for it! Last time, didn't Carol get...
*Huff*, *huff*... Someone's come out, let's run!

Craig : Uh...

[The other children try to run and leave Craig behind as Janie leaves the office and walks toward him. ]

Janie : Whose ball is this?

Craig : Um...

Janie : Is it yours?

Anxious Child A : Craig... Craig, come on, run! Forget the ball...

Craig : No... that ball's left by my da...

[Craig tries to reach out to the ball, but she moves it away. ]

Janie : If you're too shy about it, I won't hand it back. Come on, hold your hand out.

Craig : ......
Are... Are you gonna beat me?

Janie : Why would I beat you, now?

Craig : Your clothes got dirty.

Janie : Eh, that's just me being careless. It's no matter.

Craig : All the other grown-ups like you, they don't care if it wasn't me who got them dirty.
They always beat us. But not with their hands, they kick us instead. And they shout all loud, to scare us off.

Janie : *Sigh*.
That means they're definitely not your friends.
Do you live around here? I think I've spotted you before. Doesn't your ma sell apples at the crack of every dawn, down the alley in District Seventeen nearby?
Your family's apples are scrumptious. Not too crisp, but still very, very sweet. Perfect for making apple butter and spreading onto bread.
How about this? I'll put the ball on the windowsill here, and you come pick it up, okay?

[Before Janie could put the ball... ]

Janie : Eh?

[...Craig tries to get it back from her. ]

Janie : Hold on, slow down, I've got tea on my hands, it's gotten your hair all wet. Let me wipe that for you.

Craig : Um...

[Janie cleans the tea from Craig's hairs. ]

Janie : I'm Janie. What's your name?

Craig : I'm...

Anxious Child A : Craig! It's your ma lookin' for you. Quick, you've gotta go!

<Background 1>

Operator Oliver : Got into a commotion outside?

Janie : Children playing ball.

Operator Oliver : Those bunch of rotters, all higgledy-piggledly in the street first thing in the morning. I bet it was them who broke that last windowpane, too.

Janie : Haha... children, you know? I broke the man next door's flowerpots when I was young, and my da really gave me a talking-to for that.

Operator Shredder : You laid hands on that boy.

Janie : Just now? Yeah, if I didn't wipe his hair clean, it'd be sticky all day.

Operator Shredder : His father passed away, half a year ago. Poor bloke, caught Oripathy.
There's a lot–'cause of that–won't dare touch him.

Janie : Oh...

Operator Shredder : Workers, fairly strapped for cash. That Oriron byproduct processing plant has a partnership, with Aneca. But they don't give the full amount of prophylactics.
It's normal for you–to hesitate. In their neighborhood, it's about one in five houses, turning out to have Oripathy patients.
They care for another, in a sense. If those soldiers weren't here...

Operator Oliver : Shredder! You've lost track.

Janie : It's alright... you're just stating the facts. I've heard how... my coworkers treat the Oripathy-sick... no, not just the sick, they've got the wrong idea about all of the residents.
I... I don't think the same way. We're all Victorians, aren't we? Their days might be hard on them, I–I understand full well. But I hope for them to live a little happier too.
What do you think... Should I have been even better to that child?

Operator Shredder : ...Don't force yourself.

Operator Will : What's the long faces for? I'll bring the playing cards out. Wasn't it you who suggested a spot of tea with cards, Miss Jane?

Janie : Yes. Will's right, the sun's poking out for once in a while. Let's not waste the good weather.
Take a seat, everyone. I'll pour you all some more tea; there's still plenty left in the pot.

<Background fades out and in>

Operator Will : Is that me who's won again?

Operator Oliver : It's too early to be full of yourself. You're on shift tonight.

Operator Will : What? How's it me again?!

Operator Oliver : Not clicking? That was our stakes! Whoever won at cards is on broom duty, file sorting, buying us all afternoon tea...

Operator Will : Can I get a redeal?

Janie : Uncle Oliver, your jokes are putting Will in tears again.

Operator Oliver : Isn't that the fun of a game of cards? Ha-ha-ha-ha!

??? : One small tip–next time you try second dealing, remember to watch behind you.

[Oliver is spooked by the one talking behind him... ]

Operator Oliver : What–?! Who's talking?

[...who is revealed to be none other than Outcast. ]

Outcast : And on a side note, the tea's an excellent brew.

Janie : H–Hello! Who might you be?
(She came in suddenly, and none of us noticed her...)

Outcast : They call me Outcast, my young Vouivran beauty.
I'm sorry I tasted your tea without asking. Seeing as I rushed all the way over here, I hope you won't mind too much.

Janie : I...
F... Feel–feel free. If you haven't eaten breakfast yet, would you like to try some pie I baked? It might be a little sweet...

Outcast : I'd love to. Everybody who knows me knows I love sweets–especially the Victorian kind. You got it baked like this to fancy, adorable perfection.

Janie : Haha... Thank you for the encouragement, Lady Outcast.

Outcast : –Outcast. Nobody calls me a Lady, really. I'm more of that "Lass" type.

Operator Oliver : –!
I–I know who you are! I remember now... Will! C-Clean the table up, quick–

Operator Shredder : I thought you'd be here two days later... Last message, you said you'd just passed the border.

Outcast : Couldn't help it, I haven't been to Victoria in a decade. Some parts are a bit more crowded, but just like me, the years are starting to show in a few places.
If I hadn't hitched a ride the wrong way in County Peninsula, we would've met last night.

Operator Oliver : *cough* Ahem, your understanding, please. County Hillock's not the biggest spot on the map, and we rarely get elite operators at our branch office here.
Last time I was out near Minos on field work, I met Stormeye–that was two years ago, already.

Janie : Elite operator? Just the name sounds like a force to be reckoned with.

Outcast : –Rhodes Island gives different work to different people, that's all. Besides, I'm pretty much just a civil servant now. I only came to County Hillock to fetch some data.

Operator Oliver : You're too modest.
On the topic of data, did you want to see our finance forms first, or the ledger for our inventory in/out and stock this half... (Hints to Will)

Outcast : Hold your beasties.
We're not THAT pressed for time. No need to hurl a starving girl like me straight into work. It's only fair to let me steal a breather here and there, right?

Janie : Haha... I can sympathize greatly.

Outcast : Hope I haven't disrupted your little R&R here.

Outcast casually picks up a card. Thin, no more than paper, it spins three times and a half at her fingertips, then is gone in a swish.

Janie : Wow! Where'd that card just go?

Outcast : Right here.

Janie : It's back! What kind of marvelous spatial Arts is this?

Outcast : Just a little sleight of hand. I've got this gloomy-looking friend who taught me. Whenever I want you concentrating on my fingertips, this method works wonders.
All a little more relaxed now? Please, sit down, Oliver, and Shredder, Will, plus you there, kiddo, standing in the corner–you must be Fred.
Put that folder down, and enjoy a little break with us. A chance like this doesn't come every day.

Operator Fred : A... Are you sure this is okay?

Outcast : Or would you like to see a magic trick where in ten minutes, this haggard stranger from out of town dies of boredom?

Operator Oliver : *cough* Let's sit.

Outcast : Please, continue.
As for me, I still want a proper taste of this fine black tea with evaporated milk, and that sweet, scrumptious pie.

Janie : Ah, there's more shortbread left here, if you still feel hungry, that is...

Outcast : Thank you.
Ahh, now this dessert hit the spot. My stomach hasn't been this happy in a while. My tongue was beginning to really miss flavor.
Now, you, cute little miss–

Janie : I–I'm Jane, Jane Willow.

Outcast : That's a lovely name. I'm gonna guess you're old enough to drink?

Janie : I've long since been of age, La... Lass.. Outcast. I'm serving, after all.

Outcast : Oh? That gray Victorian military uniform sure falls flat under your shimmering blonde hair. Oliver, count yourself lucky. No matter how dull and cloudy it gets, you've always got your sunshine indoors.

Operator Oliver : Haha... true, true. Little Janie's brought us a mound of happy days.

Janie : Listen to you, Uncle Oliver. You're the ones all kindly letting me in while I've snuck off from the barracks.

Outcast : I was actually a tiny bit surprised, seeing you get along as well as you do–
Jane, if all Victorian soldiers were as lovable as you, we'd lose at least half of those awful rumors making their way across our world.

Janie : Thank you, if I haven't misunderstood. I assume those are compliments...

Outcast : Even on my way here, I saw some not-so-pretty sights. But anyhow, that's not gonna dampen the joy of meeting all of you here.

Janie : I'm very glad... I could meet you too!

Outcast : Well, then, a toast to our encounter?
I came here in kind of a hurry, so I could only bring some regular old gin, with way too much lemon because that's how I like it. You folks might find it too sour–

Operator Shredder : We don't really drink... on work hours.

Operator Oliver : You killjoy!

Outcast : Alright, that's on me for being sloppy. As a Rhodes Island Operator, I can't be an exception. Let's just have some tea.

[Outcast plays a game of cards alongside Janie and the R.I. operators. ]

Outcast : So–who's dealing next?

Operator Will : M–Me.

Outcast : –
Need a little blessing from a Sankta?

Operation story: 9-4

Before operation

Summary

Bagpipe heads for the streets to continue her investigation, discovering that the fault line between the local Tarans and the barracks runs deep. Horn struggles for and gains an opportunity to meet with the barracks' colonel.

<Background 1>

"As the wind combs through golden wheat,"
"The forest wild wi' pipes of steel clank and beat,"
"I found by the edge of a plate my dear love true, and following a firelight straight from the blue..."

Bagpipe : So that's how the second half of the song goes...
......
How sad.

Sorrowful Woman : Now Damian's gone, and he won't even get a decent burial...

Embittered Man : They'd never give him back to us. All they'd do is scorch him to ash, scatter him off the city, treat him like the dirt under anyone's foot.

Sorrowful Woman : (Soft sobbing)

Embittered Man : First it was Lowry, then it was Chris, and now they've caught hold of Damian too. Grainne, when Sean got arrested, they all said he'd caught Oripathy–

Sorrowful Woman : No, Ronan, don't go on. Sean... he just caught it being careless.
He was a hardworking, loyal man. A poor, poor man, and the only thing he ever wanted was just a better life for me and my son...

Embittered Man : Grainne, haven't you figured it out?
We're just a bunch of rivets to them. Of course they'll toss us away without a care when we rust.
And even if we haven't rusted, so long as we don't fit too well in the city's machines, we've got the same fate coming. Nothing changes.
They never gave a shit we were catching Oripathy one by one.
Every month they give out those drugs, the other workers get their whole lot, and we can only expect a half. Maybe even a third.
And the protective suits. How long has Sean been wearing his for? Five years? Bloody hell, seven? How many times have you snuck out of bed at night just to patch it up?
All those laws, all those standards, just for their benefit. And us?
We're only fit to eat the potatoes and the rotten apples they don't want. Means nothing that the ag plates of this city soak in our sweat.
We're only fit to waste away our lives day and night in the factories, and once we can't work a day more, we fall ill one by one just like they wanted!
The way this is going, it's like they're sitting there playing dominoes, wiping us Tarans off our own city–

Sorrowful Woman : Stop it... I'm begging you. Ronan, nothing you're saying will lead to any good.
Just look at Cliodhna and her kin stood over there. Crying over their own son, their own brother. How many more loves do you want lost, how many more hurting over what your anger did for them?

Embittered Man : It's the murderers that brought this hurt. They're killing us one after another. Times it's with sickness, times it's with mortar shells. Grainne, don't you deceive yourself any longer.
(Low voice) This morning, a few came looking for me. The O'Briens, and Conor's brother. They've decided to join us.
It's been hard getting by for you and your kid, we understand. This is a big moment, and we need to help each other now more than ever...

Sorrowful Woman : You'd better keep far from me and my child, Ronan... seeing as my Sean got on well enough with your lot.

Embittered Man : –!
I have to go, Grainne. You see that one over there? She's wearing that uniform.
You know our rules. I trust in you, and I'm asking you to trust me more. If you've made up your mind, you can tell Saoirse.

[Bagpipe enters... ]

Bagpipe : Hello!

[...just as the man rushes off, leaving the woman alone. Bagpipe walks to the woman and greets her. ]

Bagpipe : Er... hello.

Sorrowful Woman : ......

Bagpipe : Do you know Barry's, er, Damian Barry's family?

Sorrowful Woman : (Shakes head)

Bagpipe : I heard you singin' just now. I'm not in the wrong place.

Sorrowful Woman : I... I don't know what you're searching about for, but Damian's ma and sister know nothing.

Bagpipe : Then did he have any especially good friends, or anyone who worked at the warehouse with him?

Sorrowful Woman : We know nothing... That's the truth...

[The woman is startled as Bagpipe gets close to her. ]

Sorrowful Woman : *Whimper*... I'm begging you! Please don't take me...

Bagpipe : Huh? Sorry... did I get too close? I've got no intentions of hurtin' you.
You seem awful scared of me. Is somethin' on my face?

Sorrowful Woman : N... Nothing at all...
If you'll allow me, I need to go home. I still have so much fruit from this morning, and it'll go rotten in no time, if I leave it alone...

Bagpipe : *Sigh*.

<Background fades out and in>

Captain Kelly : ......

Bagpipe : Eh? Is that... Captain Kelly?

Captain Kelly : Cliodhna, I just want to see you for one moment. I want to know if you and Fiona are still alright...
Yes, it was my mistake, but–
My hands were tied...
Of course I remember, I remember it all. Damian... he was the boy of my sister.
I watched him grow up his whole life. The day I was transferred back from Peninsula to Hillock, he set an edelweiss in my cap with his own two hands.
He was still so little then... I...
I'm sorry... I shouldn't be telling you all this.
You're right... I've been good for nothing. I haven't the face to return here.
I wasn't in time to stop him when he got involved with that group... and I couldn't disobey the Colonel's orders.
Not just that, I have to do this. This is all for County Hillock.
I love you all, and I love this city... I can't just stand goggling while that bunch tear our home to pieces.
I understand, Cliodhna, my sister, and I'm not asking your forgiveness or anything.
I'll... be going, then. You... you and Fiona be sure to take care of yourselves.
If I can find the time tomorrow, I'll come see you again...

[Cpt. Kelly leaves, but suddenly, Craig collides with him as he runs, knocking him down. Both Cpt. Kelly and Craig get back on their feet. ]

Captain Kelly : *Cough*, *cough* *cough*...
What are you–

Craig : –

Captain Kelly : Oh, just... just a boy.
Are you... *cough* *cough*–are you hurt? Don't run too fast now. It's been decades, and they've still never levelled the road here...

Craig : Traitor!

Captain Kelly : Wh–What did you say?

Craig : Traitor!!!

Captain Kelly : I...

Sorrowful Woman : Craig! What are you doing?! Get back here now!

[Craig runs towards his mother's side, while Cpt. Kelly follows. ]

Sorrowful Woman : And what's that ball in your hands for... oh, forget it, you're always gripping that ball wherever you go. Were you off looking for Conor's brother again? Oh, you... Ronan's told you, hasn't he?
Look at your hands, all covered in black. It's like you were digging through a mine.
You come with me to the morning market from now on. You can't go looking for them around this time anymore... I can't let you become like them...

[As Cpt. Kelly watches Craig and his mother, he utters... ]

Captain Kelly : Traitor?
Boy... wasn't one bit wrong.

「The Captain stands still for a moment, repeating the word, once, twice to himself, finally turning to leave.
His head is hung low as could be, and he doesn't meet the gaze of a single person more, including those young colleagues of him that rush his way. 」

Bagpipe : Hold on a moment, Captain...

[Before Bagpipe could call Cpt. Kelly, some Victorian soldiers appear and whistl, commanding everyone to return home. ]

Victorian Soldier : You–What are you all doing here? Pack off home, if you know what's good for you!
We've told you, you're not allowed to congregate on the streets at this time!

Embittered Man : This is our home! It's not us who should go packing!

Victorian Soldier : –Who had the lip to say that just now?

[The soldier strikes the man as wilted leaves fall off the man's pocket. ]

Victorian Soldier : What are these... Wilted leaves?
Step forward right now!

[The soldiers brutally beat the civilians... ]

Victorian Soldier : You Tara rabble, watch I don't–

[...but Bagpipe rushes to stop them. ]

Bagpipe : Brandishin' a bolt on the street's far too dangerous!

Victorian Soldier : Who're you?

Bagpipe : Ah, I'm here on orders. Come to investigate the case.

Victorian Soldier : You're here for the murder at the bar?

Bagpipe : Er, what murder?

Victorian Soldier : This rabble right here. They've killed plenty of ours.

Bagpipe : ...Damian Barry?

Victorian Soldier : Right, I hear he's been put to death already. I suppose it was you lot who caught him? Nicely done, thank you.

Bagpipe : We didn't know yet when we caught him... was he really part of the spectre force? Er...

Victorian Soldier : Who gives a shake what he was? Serves him right he's dead!
Did you hear me? No–congregating! Each and all of you up to whatever secret business here, you'll all be treated as suspects!

[The soldiers continue beating the civilians. ]

Victorian Soldier : You bloody Tara arselickers–

Bagpipe : Don't! Don't get carried away! Look, most of 'em are just plain city folk, with a loved one dead, and they're here grievin' for him, like human nature would.

[Bagpipe stands in the soldier's way and get struck in the process. ]

Bagpipe : Uh–a–a rotten potato?

Victorian Soldier : Ha ha, see? You spoke for them, and you got battered, right?
If you're so keen on staying here, stay. As long as I make sure this rabble behaves itself, I'm done. My rotten luck for getting this patrol duty.
You riff-raff, I'll say it again, no congregating!!

[The soldier whistles again, and this time everyone heeds the warning and leaves. ]

Bagpipe : I...

[Bagpipe picks the falling wilted leaf. ]

Bagpipe : Oh, it's just more and more rottin' leaves...

Janie : Come this way.

Bagpipe : Eh, what?

[Janie takes Bagpipe to somewhere. ]

<Background 2>

[The operators receive a dispatch. ]

「"Reporting in, 9th Defence attacked..."
"Reporting in, 13th Defence currently in firefight..." 」

Horn : Send notice one more time, please. I want to see Colonel Hamilton.

Victorian Soldier : The Colonel's handling urgent affairs.

Horn : You said that two hours ago.
I've already abided by strict process. I submitted description of my duty yesterday when entering County Hillock.
If the Colonel won't let us take part in suspect interrogations, and goes to lengths to execute them beforehand, and presently refuses my request to meet him–
To anyone else, don't you think this conduct might be taken as a deliberate hindrance to our fulfillment of orders?

Victorian Soldier : I have no authority to answer your question, Lieutenant.

Horn : That's fine. I'll say my part, and it's enough if someone listens.
I've said before, the Originium products thieved are not small in number. It's sufficient arms to allow a detachment to attack a small town, or bomb a medium nomadic city's support tracks.
Who'd want to obtain these products?
Ordinary bandits wouldn't need them; it'd cost too much to smuggle them out. With Victorian military goods in this great a bulk, even a Sargon black market under Columbia's protection wouldn't dare provide a means for a deal.
Who else is left? A local private arms dealer, moneymaking off the costs of remodeling? They haven't got the appetite, let alone the guts.
Only a well-trained unit, well-versed in military methods would dare take it, and could evade our spies on top.
If this unit got hold of that large a quantity of Originium product, what would their goal be?
Conspiracy to overthrow? Taking the chance to embezzle far removed from Londinium, colluding with outside powers to fill their pockets, slowly and steadily?

Victorian Soldier : Lieutenant...

Horn : No need to panic, this is all just baseless reasoning, no thanks to whoever's keeping me waiting. I can't get anything done like this.

[The soldier receives an incoming call, and... ]

Victorian Soldier : (Subdued communications)
Lieutenant, the Colonel says he'll be here imminently.

After operation

Summary

Bagpipe gets acquainted with Jane, who is preparing to return to the barracks, and Jane agrees to search for leads. Horn meets the colonel, and learns that the barracks have suffered grievous losses from Tarans' and the spectre force's attacks.

<Background 1>

Bagpipe : Ugh, took a peltin' and some. Missed Captain Kelly in the end.

Janie : Here, take this hankie, wipe yourself off, or else the smell of those rotten leaves'll stick to you.

Bagpipe : Thank you!

Janie : Didn't imagine any of our soldiers apart from Captain Kelly would visit District Seventeen on their own.

Bagpipe : Our soldiers? You mean like, you're one too?

Janie : Shh.
(Clears throat) I slipped out in secret. Can't do that in uniform.
You're not gonna make anyone happy taking a shortcut to the barracks through here in that getup.

Bagpipe : Eh, really?
No wonder. I barely said anythin' before it was a bombardment of all gone-off leaves and fruit.

Janie : Are you a new transfer?

Bagpipe : Kind of. I'm here from Londinium.

Janie : Well, Londinium! I've never been. Must be miles larger than County Hillock there...
Does The Shard really go three hundred floors up? Is there really a teleportation circle buried in the mound under the Royal Victorian Academy of Sciences, leading to the miraculous space where the first Draco King's Jewels are kept?

Bagpipe : Eh... eh? Jewels? Never even heard of them.
But I do know what the high-speed terrestrial warships look like when they leave the factory, and I've seen the hydroponics workshop... If you wanna know anythin' of that sort, I could definitely tell you.

Janie : Warships? Hydroponics workshop...? Doesn't sound... too much like Londinium is in novels... Oh! Sorry! Don't let me distract you.
If you want to investigate, it'll probably be hard to ask on any of these streets.
Might end up like this again, with...

Bagpipe : With gettin' a stink all over me for no reason?

Janie : Got off light, haha. You're not that stinky.

Bagpipe : Do these residents often have clashes with us soldiers?

Janie : Used to just be minor friction, but it's been getting tenser lately.
It's like you've been hearing. There's been several cases of our soldiers getting targeted in attacks, and it's stretching everyone's nerves close to the limit–

Bagpipe : Could it really be the spectre force... that's weird, they didn't really target ordinary soldiers before.

Janie : Spectre... what are you going on about?

Bagpipe : ...Nothin'.
Speakin' of, that patrol just now callin' the people here "Tara rabble"–

Janie : Hold on, don't–don't just say that out loud here! They'll be eyeing us again... What, are you hoping to take away even more rotten veg?

Bagpipe : Ah... gotcha. Are they really not Victorians?

Janie : Of course they're Victorians.

Bagpipe : I'm gettin' more and more lost here.

Janie : Some people would choose another word, yeah, the one you've been hearing–Tarans, that's their identity.
You have both the locals themselves who would call them that, as well as a decent portion of the soldiers.

Bagpipe : Now that you put a fine point on it, I've heard the term before.

Janie : In novels?

Bagpipe : In history textbooks.

Janie : Right. They've always been here.
Over hundreds of years ago, when it wasn't County Hillock yet, and we still hadn't built our nomadic cities, back when it was grass all across the vales as far as the eye could see, this place was their home.

Bagpipe : I still remember the legend of the Draco King, Gaeil... was he born right around here?
Tara was the very name of this region back then.

Janie : Right. I've read heaps of novels all about the saga of King Gaeil.

Bagpipe : King Gaeil led the Tarans in a conflict against the first Aslan King, but a few years later, he signed a peace treaty along with the ruler of Londinium, didn't he?
And here I was thinkin', after that, the word Tara just sort of fell away.

Janie : Before I came to County Hillock, I thought the same...
But Victoria's always changing, isn't it? Us Vouivre didn't always live here, but we're all Victorian citizens now.

Bagpipe : If everyone's minds went like that, we'd avoid plenty of conflict.

Janie : *Sigh*...

Bagpipe : No need to let it get you down, though. The whole reason we're here is to uncover the real enemy, stop the clash gettin' any bigger, isn't it?

Janie : So you'd rather not leave, even if it means a headful of rotten cabbage?

Bagpipe : Haha, you think I'm bein' a right dunce, don't you?

Janie : No, not at all. Actually, you're amazing to me.
The patrol just now, I've seen masses of rough attitude like that. It's not like I've never wanted to stop it... but I'm a guard of honor, that's all I am.

Bagpipe : And what's so bad about that? You're a member of Victoria's army too. Course you've got the power to change the situation, if it doesn't sit right with you!

Janie : Do... do I really?
Oh, thank you... you're the first person who's ever told me that. Yeah, next time, I'll give it a go...
Oh, yeah, is there anything else I can help you with? Apart from picking these leaves off you... after all, I don't want to see this conflict boil over either.

Bagpipe : Let me think... d'you have any local friends you ken? I want to ask whereabouts Damian Barry usually went.

Janie : Friends I've got... Saoirse might know something.
Give me a way to keep in touch, and I'll visit the newspaper in a moment. Don't think the Sergeant Major would mind if I'm missing today...

<Background 2>

Colonel Hamilton : Skamandros.

Horn : Colonel.

Colonel Hamilton : I once saw your father–over twenty years ago, at a ball the Duke of Caster was holding. Of course, I was still a bottom-rung guard then, so all I had was a glimpse from afar at the White Wolf Count of legend.
Not long after, I heard a deformed feathered reptile struck illness into him at a Londinium beastlife garden, and he quickly took leave from the aristocratic circles.
Ever since, he hasn't taken a step beyond his manor at Portsmouth City.
Is your father still in fine spirits?

Horn : Thank you for your concern, and I hope reminiscing over these years-old affairs hasn't eaten up too much of your precious time. After all, meeting with you doesn't prove easy.

Colonel Hamilton : You don't resemble your father.

Horn : As is clear, my father did not have the opportunity to serve for the Empire's Army like you or I do.
Considering the theft of these military Originium goods couldn't possibly relate to him, maybe we don't have a need for probing further into his later life.

Colonel Hamilton : One's background decides what kind of person one becomes. Would you agree with that, Skamandros?

Horn : I believe one has the right to choose one's own future.

Colonel Hamilton : Listen to that. How befitting an answer of your status.
The progeny of the Aslans' aide, first-class honors from the Royal Guard Academy, a Londinium army upstart–of course you believe you can change anything and everything.

Horn : I have no intent to make any such changes, Colonel. You don't need to worry about our squad potentially impacting your command over County Hillock...

Colonel Hamilton : For a joke, I don't find that humorous at all. You can't be so arrogant as to think I'd occupy myself with a paltry little lieutenant?
I've met people like you plenty. Always all braggadocio, skin-deep, and superficial. I deigned to meet you because I wanted to tell you this–
Don't interfere in things beyond your ken.

Horn : I'm sorry, I cannot agree to that.
The orders we received were to ascertain the lost Originium products' whereabouts.

Colonel Hamilton : If you just stay still and wait where you ought to, then before long, you may accomplish your duty and return to Londinium with all the ostentation you'd like.

Horn : I don't need that ostentation of yours, and Victoria needs it even less.
I'm not in the routine of reporting back with a hurriedly lopped-off head, sans trial.

Colonel Hamilton : Hahah! You're telling me I've a disregard for human life–and you believe those people are truly innocent? How ridiculous!
Just ten days ago, three of our soldiers were murdered in cold blood. James Cohen, Robert Boris, and Jeremy Brown.
When Cohen's wife wrote to tell him she was with a second child, she had no idea that her husband had had a hole gruesomely blown in his head.
Boris could've left this place once midsummer passed. He mentioned he'd go back to continue his family's clothiers after his retirement.
And Brown, he was a bright young student just a year ago, and not even twenty when he died!

Horn : I give my profound regrets for their sacrifice.

Colonel Hamilton : Regrets! Hah, what weightless rhetoric, just like every word that wafts out of your mouth.

Horn : This is exactly why all of us want to catch hold of the assassinators. Colonel, on this matter, we have held unanimous positions throughout.

Colonel Hamilton : No one else but that Tara rabble killed them. We've uncovered two already, but I know there are still more tucked in the background.
Fifteen days ago, our barracks suffered an explosive attack at three simultaneous places. An according fifteen soldiers lost their lives. The craters and the spilled blood of our own still lie where they were.
Twenty-one days ago, our resupply transport group were ambushed outside the distribution sector in the outskirts north, and the whole detachment together with their goods disappeared without a trace. Do you feel there is any possibility they would still be alive?
This is only the last month's events, to boot. You know nothing at all of the losses we've long since endured.

Horn : These incidents you mention all sound very in line with the spectre force's MO.
In the past half a year, Londinium has continually received reports from more than ten different counties, logging up to hundreds of homicide, looting and property damage cases.
After every offence, they swiftly conceal their tracks, and all connected personnel who've seen them are caught in assassinations before they can contact us.
We've been able to obtain exceedingly little information so far.
That is why the lead before us is so crucial.
We still don't know the spectre force's goal in haunting County Hillock, but I believe that they are our mutual enemy.
Colonel, if we and the barracks can cooperate, and uncover the spectre force here, it'll be of great benefit to County Hillock and Victoria as a whole.

Colonel Hamilton : Hmph. You still understand nothing at all. You treat the atrocities before you as just another case to win you a medal.
But you're wrong, soldier. This is not some case, and no such true culprit exists. This is a war, and it is between us and them, a war ongoing for decades, even for centuries.
You call them a spectre force, but do you know what that name signifies?
Who is the enemy we've been confronting all this time? Well?
It's a ghost! It's a phantom drifting over this city, an apparition that echoes in the heads of Taran morons, it is a life-in-spirit ghost!
And that spectre speaks a different language to us, willfully distorts the history molded by our ancestors' hands, has delusions that by the body of our city it will one day return to life!

Horn : Are you saying that a great amount of the local populace are supporters of the spectre force?

Colonel Hamilton : Great amount? Supporters? No, you're mistaken. They are one single whole.
Have you ever read this anthology of poetry?

Horn : Seamus Williams. His poems have some fame in Londinium too.

Colonel Hamilton : This is their very compilation of bare-faced lies about Victoria. In their depictions, they have their own language; they are this land's natural owners.

Horn : Still, Victoria can tolerate the mindsets of authors who come from differing cultural backgrounds.

Colonel Hamilton : No one would assume a dreamer's fantasy as their truth. Not unless that dream mentioned taking up a hatchet. Not unless it was about wanting to cut our heads off.
I still keep this book of an idiot's sleeptalk so that the bloodstains upon it always remind me–
If one lives on Victoria's land, yet refuses to give one's own name in Victorian, then one is no longer a Victorian, but an enemy and a menace to this country's safety!

Horn : You... you executed the holder of this anthology? Simply because they...

[A soldier interrupts the talk between Col. Hamilton and Horn. ]

Victorian Soldier : Reporting in!

Colonel Hamilton : Speak.

Victorian Soldier : Command has lost contact with 9th Defence and 13th Defence after they were attacked.
5th, 7th and 10th Defence each sent vanguards ASAP to the scene, and did not find traces of the enemy.

Colonel Hamilton : What of our own?

Victorian Soldier : They... gave their lives.

Colonel Hamilton : –

[Col. Hamilton turns to face Horn. ]

Colonel Hamilton : Did you hear that, Skamandros?
Right as you were seeing fit to tell me sympathetic rubbish to the enemy, we once again saw outstanding soldiers die at their hands!
If that's gotten through your head, then kindly eject yourself from my office. I still have genuine work awaiting me.

Horn : ......
Fine. Very fine. I have my own work to do too.

Operation story: 9-5

Before operation

Summary

Horn's message to Londinium turns out fruitless. Jane obtains information from a good friend about a Taran meeting, and passes it onto Bagpipe. Bagpipe and Horn resolve to head for the meeting to find out what they can.

<Background 1>

「4:23 P.M. \ Cloudy, turning overcast
MacMartin Brothers' Chip, first floor 」

Horn : Still no reply?

Chef MacMartin : None. Haven't gotten a peep from Londinium, yesterday or today.

Horn : It's been twenty hours. They have to have received my last telecoms by now.
Could the encrypted line be faulty?

Chef MacMartin : Hard to say, sir. Being honest, it's been nearly ten years since I graduated, transferred to Hillock. There's not much information you need to activate this secret comms line.
Two years back, around the end, I reported to our group's boss, and he asked me if I had anything to say other than whatever number kid was being born. And that if I hadn't, I could save even giving the routine reports.

Bagpipe : Oh, no wonder you opened this chippy.

Chef MacMartin : Not a bad plan, right? Codename's not Chef for fun. Thought at the time, suppose some outsider wanted to sniff out our liaison point, they'd only suspect next door's bookshop.

Bagpipe : Aye, right. Besides, your chips are delicious too!

Chef MacMartin : Ought to be, eh? Hahah, you fill yourselves up.
Hillock's potatoes are high quality. Locals all love my chips–if I didn't still remember my actual job as a lamplighter, I would've opened up branches ages ago. Five, six of them.
Ah, anyhow, I thought I was dreaming of the time I was in training again, when you gave the secret knock at the door yesterday.

Horn : ...It seems highly likely this line was abandoned long ago.
Or perhaps, someone's received our info, but doesn't want to reply.

Bagpipe : You mean there's people interceptin' our intel on purpose, Leader?

Horn : Not easy to say yet.
We'll send the next report as we would originally–right, and besides Triangle's findings, add on the outcome of my dialogue with Colonel Hamilton.
The Colonel's targeted measures against a portion of the residents are already extremely suspicious. In the worst case, I'd like for our team to be allowed more flexibility.

Chef MacMartin : That... sounds like there's no point in me convincing you to use a barracks Messenger, is there?

Bagpipe : Ugh. Leader, I don't wanna say this, but we're a little low on numbers.

Horn : That definitely isn't like you to say. Relax, though. Nobody wants to take that step.
But... the circumstances about this city are far more complicated than any of us foresaw.
Chef, seeing as you've been in County Hillock for so long, how do you feel about the people here?

Chef MacMartin : Nothing unusual to me. If you put a Taran in front of me right now, I wouldn't fancy them much different from a Victorian anywhere else.
To tell the honest truth, if life's not bad, who'd want to make trouble all the livelong day?
Quite a few wear ideals on their sleeves, but only a minority ever take them to heart. Most just care about filling their stomachs, and if they're full, they can care about the purse, too.

Bagpipe : Right you are! I can barely imagine Damian Barry caught up in the spectre force either.
In my eyes, him and the locals were all normal people, scared stiff beggin' for forgiveness the moment they're arrested, comin' together when a loved one dies just so they could fall to pieces and weep.
They're nothin' like trained soldiers at all.

Horn : What you're saying is exactly what I'm worrying about–Colonel Hamilton might have been spouting more than just alarmist talk.
When ordinary people take up weapons, voluntarily or not, the disaster we then face will be the likes of which Victoria hasn't seen for a very long time.

<Background 2>

Janie : Afternoon, Saoirse! Lucky me, I was just about to go find you at the newspaper.

Saoirse : ......

Janie : Eh? What's wrong, Saoirse? Were you just crying?

Saoirse : Janie... No, I'm alright. I'm perfectly fine.

Janie : Pull the other one. Your eyes are all puffy, and your face is pale as sheets. The Saoirse I know would never be caught in the street looking this ghastly. Something gave you a nasty shock, didn't it?
Who bullied you? Was it that soldier from last time? I'll help you think of something... There has to be something.

Saoirse : No, Janie, don't you fuss. He hasn't come bothering me again.
It's... I don't know how to put it.

Janie : Come on, deep breaths–it's me right here, your very good friend. You're safe now, I promise.

Saoirse : –
Janie... why? Why are you one of them?

Janie : What are you talking about, Saoirse? I don't understand.

Saoirse : I don't want you to get hurt. You're the best friend I have... and you're a good person. I'm good too, right? My ma, da, cousin... aren't we all good people?

Janie : Your cousin... Barry? You mean Damian Barry? I'm so sorry. I wasn't fast enough.

Saoirse : It's not your fault. And I don't think it's mine. I just want to live life peaceful. I don't want to see any more people I care about die.

Janie : Cry it out, Saoirse... I'm here with you. Seeing a loved one pass on and still having to manage your work, it's too much pressure on you. Here, lean on my shoulder? It'll be more comfortable.

Saoirse : That's okay, thank you, Janie, I'm much better just seeing you. I understand what I have to do now–
This is for you.

Janie : Is... this an address?

Saoirse : I could give you a few names, too. But there's no need. I don't want to put you in even more danger.
This address should be enough. You can... hand it to someone you think's reliable. Your Sergeant Major, or maybe another officer, like Uncle Louis.
I know there's people around asking about Damian. They want to be clear what it is we're plotting.

Janie : Plotting–Saoirse, even you...?!

Saoirse : I'm not sure. You can believe me or not–I've only been responsible for passing on some info some ways. A few notes stuck between book pages, one or two hidden signals in the Hillock Evening News's classifieds.
I used to think this was for making everyone safer... I didn't twig what dreadful things they're scheming, not until the... dispatch I just heard by the chief editor...
Never mind that. I'm not trying to justify myself or even repent, what's important is that you stop them as soon as you can.

Janie : Alright, I will. I'm sure of who I should give this to. She'll fairly treat you all, more than anyone else would. Saoirse, don't be scared. Everything will be alright.

Saoirse : Alright, Janie. I trust you.
Remember, it's 8 P.M. Hold onto this address tight–

<Background fades out and in>

Janie : East side of the statue at District Ten... third alleyway on the left. There's a bookshop there, with a flower pot by the door... yellow rose... found it.
To... Bag... pipe–
(Do I just leave it under the flowerpot like this and call it done? A loose brick right there, exactly like they said this morning.)
(This really is an unusual way of receiving your letters.)
(Friend from Londinium, I hope you can be of help to Saoirse... and all of us.)

<Background 1>

MacMartin Brothers Worker : Boss, someone left a new slip downstairs, under the yellow rose.

Chef MacMartin : Bring it in.

Bagpipe : Eh, yellow rose? So it's for me? That was fast.

Horn : The informer you mentioned before?

Bagpipe : Aye. She's a soldier at the barracks too, but I can assure you, Leader, she's warmhearted. She's good.

Horn : I... hope you've gotten an eye for people.

Bagpipe : No worries! My eyesight's always been brilliant.

Horn : What's it say on the slip?

Bagpipe : "109 Dam St, tonight 8pm"–that's all.

Chef MacMartin : Dam Street? It's the boundary between Districts Ten and Eleven. Rings bells for me–it's Baron Bolton's estate.

Horn : Looks like there's an important meeting tonight. Bagpipe, we should go.

<Background 3>

Operator Shredder : This is where you were...

Outcast : That's right. Sipping hot tea, skimming the paper, doing things befitting a woman of my age.
Phew, strong wind kicking up.

Operator Shredder : Found what you were looking for?

Outcast : (Taran) When you want to find tomorrow, you go meet with yesterday.

Operator Shredder : You can speak Taran?!

Outcast : Can't speak much at all. What you hear is what you get. Just showing off what I learned.

Operator Shredder : Hard to believe... Oliver was right, you're an incredible one.

Outcast : Hahah. You get a nice rush the first time you impress somebody, but there's diminishing returns on the second and third round.

Operator Shredder : Nobody at our office even knows how to speak Taran.

Outcast : Considering your backgrounds, that's reasonable.
Oliver grew up in a middle-class household in north Londinium, with family roots in Gaul. He lives upstairs from the office these days, taking some time off every year to go back and see his wife and children.
Fred's more or less an apprentice from County Peninsula. He's got bunch of brothers and one little sister, and the whole family gets along like a dream.
Will's a local. His clan moved decades ago from a fixed village nearby, and his Taran blood's probably from his paternal grandmother.

Operator Shredder : You've looked at our data?

Outcast : Do I look like the type who does homework? Not my style.

Operator Shredder : Then... how do you know?

Outcast : Language.
Name, pronunciation, wording, tone, and even where you pause–language tells a keen ear more than you could ever guess.

Operator Shredder : I heard about how Sankta extraordinary are, but I never figured...

Outcast : Ahah. Really, it's just a hobby of mine.
Anyhow, language itself holds a special significance to some folks. Why else would the Tarans have cared so much about digging a sample of their own language out of a pile of old books?

Operator Shredder : You're not wrong. Half a decade ago, barely any Tarans regularly spoke it.

Outcast : And you?

Operator Shredder : You've probably heard it in me... I'm not a Taran. My wife was. She only taught me a word or two while she was still alive.

Outcast : Yet nowadays, you see that gradually dying language all over the newspaper.
Plus, I just overheard someone outside the window teaching kids how to call each other in Taran.

Operator Shredder : Until you mentioned it... I never noticed.

Outcast : Language binds a people together tighter than most things. A language doesn't get diluted over time like bloodlines do, and it doesn't get weighed on the scales of cost-benefit analysis like everything else.
Looks like there's some out there who want to exploit those ties, bring back together the community that's been loosening away. But with that, the gatherings that already were, lose their stability.
Victoria won't just sit back and let this play out right under its nose. And yet, the harder you pull, the harder the backlash will snap.
You all know why I came, don't you?

Operator Shredder : Actually... I'm not that sure. I just feel like, you wouldn't need to bother an elite operator to go fetch data in person.

Outcast : Numbers on paper don't mean a thing against seeing it with your own two eyes. Put it that way, I really am here fetching data.
Could you just tell me one more time, in the last six months, how many local businesses suspended collaboration with us?

Operator Shredder : Seven.

Outcast : That's three on top of last month's report. In modern Victoria, when any wind stirs the grass, it's the big merchants' wallets that feel it first.
I need to head out, get a few more eyefuls of this place–make it before this city gets drowned under dirty rain.

<Background 2>

Bagpipe : Leader, you've had your eyebrows wrinkled ever since morning.

Horn : We don't have much time to go.
This spectre force move is inconsistent in ways with past incidents.
Their execution was covert before, rapid. Every time we thought to chase them, we'd find the leads wiped clean.
But now...

Bagpipe : Oh, like they finished knittin' a jumper and just tossed yarn ends on the floor? Barely an idea of how each end is linked, too.

Horn : And moreover... these leads have all cut off at County Hillock.

Bagpipe : It's not just you. I'm feelin' trapped as all heck too.
This city is just like a pressure cooker sealed shut. The residents, the barracks, everyone's twitchy, and people are gettin' up in arms anywhere and anytime.

Horn : Everyone's waiting. Waiting for when the first bolt strikes.
But if it does truly strike, what will this city... no, what will Victoria become?

Bagpipe : (Leader...!)

Horn : (Hm?)

Bagpipe : (Someone's tailin' us!)

Horn : (So they are... See that alley to the west?)

Bagpipe : (Understood.)

<Background 4>

Bagpipe : Stop where you are!

Craig : Urghh–

Bagpipe : Eh, hold on, what? It's a little bairn... and you look kind of familiar, too?

Craig : Uwgh, ow...

Bagpipe : Ah, sorry! I'll let go now. I thought it'd be some baddie followin' us.

Craig : ...Ball.

Bagpipe : You dropped your ball, so you came here to pick it up?
I'll ask you to hurry home now, it's not too safe here. Your mam and dad'll worry for you if you go runnin' all over.

[Craig rushes off with the ball as Horn catches up with Bagpipe. ]

Horn : ......

Bagpipe : False alarm, Leader.

Horn : Just one child? No, that doesn't seem quite right.
It wasn't just one person following us, and the fact they could go several streets without us noticing means they definitely have experience tailing.
Did you see anyone out of the ordinary just now, when you hid up high?

Bagpipe : Ah... if I have to say, there was a street not far away with a particularly bright ring I caught a glimpse of...

Horn : ...Sankta.

<Background 2>

Outcast : Lemme get a... piece of cake, and this apple pie... and I'll have some of those cookies, too.
Tough call... Warfarin has been telling me to lay off the sweets...
Hey there. Quick question, which of these cakes is the sweetest?

Restless Youth : ......

Outcast : Like you don't know? C'mon, you've been in County Hillock a while, haven't you? If I had to guess, probably over three years of service–

Restless Youth : Who are you?!

Outcast : Calm down. I could tell, and the nice folks you're following sure could too.
Your cover's blown anyway. Why don't you try some of this apple pie I bought? It's good, I'm telling you.

Restless Youth : You weird, mad Sankta. Where did you come from? Why are you trying to get in my way?

Outcast : Me? I'm not, I'm just passing by.

Restless Youth : ......

[The young man contacts someone through the radio. ]

Restless Youth : Team 12, target lost, but judging by the direction they disappeared, it's likely they're heading for Dam Street.
Alright... I understand, I'll bring them straight away...
We'll check through one by one.

[The young man signs off. ]

Restless Youth : I'm warning you, Sankta, if it's not yours to meddle, don't meddle.

Outcast : Warning me...?
If I had a nickel for every time I heard that... You know, I ain't exactly used to walking around unarmed.

Restless Youth : ...I've got no time to listen to you talk big. Soldiers, we're moving.

[The young man, who turns out to be an informant for the Army, leaves. Outcast signals someone hiding under the desk to come out. ]

Outcast : You can breathe now, shopkeep. The soldiers are all gone.
Mind bagging up the sweets for me? I got some folks back at the office who oughta try them.
After all... it's about time I called all my little friends back from their field work.

After operation

Summary

Mandragora, as the head of Dublinn readying to leave for the meeting, receives news that its location has been leaked. Bagpipe and Horn infiltrate, and are conversing with a bard when they find themselves surrounded by troops, led by the colonel.

<Background 5>

[A Feline woman with black hairs approaches a nobleman. ]

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Honorable lady, I'm most privileged to inform you, the dinner party is all ready–

??? : So slow. You aristocrats, taking your sweet time with everything you do. You're a nightmare.

Wildly Ambitious Baron : ...It was my inadequate reception. Please, permit that I express to you my most sincere apologies.

??? : You can save your breath. How many will be coming today, exactly?

Wildly Ambitious Baron : All of County Hillock's fine minds have received the invitation, including our most widely celebrated bard as of recent, Seamus Williams...

??? : Bard? I'm bored dead already. What about the nobles and merchants you promised to find?

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Of course... of course, they'll all be coming too.
For example, the leader within the south region's textiles industry, Sir Paulet, recipient of the McCaughey Prize, Dr. Bashir, and the owner of more than ten steelworks, Mr. Evans...

??? : Oh? These people you mention, especially that last one, they're definitely coming?

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Yes, and a portion of them have already arrived.
I hear a most honorable guest has turned up, and quite a few celebrity intellects from other cities have come flocking too, all for a single glimpse of you and your compatriots' presence.
Oh, yes, as per your request, I've drawn up this list of names, for your perusal whenever you should–

??? : Bit too many words, but you've done good enough work. Alright, you can head off now.

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Deeply grateful for your generous praise. Once you're ready, please, inform me. I simply cannot wait to see this ordinary little parlor of mine be dazzlingly belightened by your arrival.

??? : Why are you still here? Weren't you done talking?

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Ahem, please allow me to ask one last question–that most honorable lady there, have we even the sliver of a chance that she may alight on the venue too?

??? : That's not yours to ask. Clear off.

[The black-haired Feline woman leaves. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[A Feline woman with light green hair approaches the black-haired Feline woman from before. ]

??? : Mandragora, what has you feeling all flustered?

Mandragora : Less of that–tongue-in-cheek, giving me reflux. We all know you'd never really give a shit about anyone, Harmonie.

Harmonie : Siiigh. Then I'll have to put it another way–you've been blocking my light with your halfwit ambling. I'd like to finish reading this lovely novel, dear.

Mandragora : Tch.
Are all of you rich people like this?
Hang instruments up a wall, buy a few books, act like you're filling the windows so nobody notices how you've got nothing at all in your head.

Harmonie : I'll take having a window to fill over having nothing of anything inside or out, wouldn't you say?

Mandragora : You–!

Harmonie : Now, now. You're not happy to calm down for a while, I see. How about this? If which foot forward first bothers you so much in this ball you know nothing about, I can be your lead for the dance.

Mandragora : What complete shit are you on about?!
I'm thinking of bigger things. With this many nobles and merchants coming, if we can get their support, then forget just occupying one scant little Hillock, we could snatch the whole of Londinium–

Harmonie : Mandragora, time to hold still.

Mandragora : At this point, can't you just let that grotty book of yours go? Do you even think for one second about anything important to The Leader or me?

Harmonie : I'm not saying anything about your oh-so-helpless gait. I'm saying, take your rollercoaster babble and hold it still, and all that absurdity you're exhausting your little brain with too.

Mandragora : You, telling me to hold it now? As if I could! Laying out and assigning roles, swallowing my sick to set this meeting up, how much of me do you think I've poured out for this plan?
I couldn't wait since forever ago! I can't wait! For Dublinn's fires to burn this city through, rip this lie of a titan under our feet apart!
And you, huh? You and that shameless fake taking what should be the glory of The Leader–

Harmonie : It is really, really, time for you to shut up now.
At what point–was your job to make decisions for The Leader?

Mandragora : ......
Tch–

[The light green-haired Feline woman, now known as Harmonie, receives a call. She picks it up. ]

Harmonie : Mm, it's me. Yes, we're still here.
Oh?
Things have gotten a little interesting at long last.

[Harmonie hangs up. ]

Harmonie : Seems we've no need to scrap in here about whether your little schemes of insolence are feasible or not.

Mandragora : Is it news from that bastard?

Harmonie : Someone's sniffed out this location. I've a feeling it'll be more than your friendly little invitees coming to the meeting tonight.

Mandragora : ...People from the army?

Harmonie : More or less. My, my, maybe some of my acquaintances too.

Mandragora : Tch. God on high, I want to–

Harmonie : Put away your staff. You'll get your chance. But it won't be now.
It's time we go, we've got other things to do. Leave it to her in here; we might be in for a good show before we know it.

Mandragora : Heheh... I was starting to fantasize about how it'd look if this horrible room broke down into slag.

<Background 6>

Bagpipe : Leader, I didn't imagine slippin' in would be as easy as this. Here I thought...

Horn : We'd have to find a way to infiltrate? Not out of the question. That said, go in the proper way, and it's more convenient to find a conversation partner.

Bagpipe : Guess my friend at the barracks got some real precious information. Can't be that many who know about this meeting.

Horn : A lot of secret aristocrat parties are held this way–they usually think of invitation letters as passé.
So long as you have a channel to tap for info, plus a token as proof of identity, you have what you need to pass the doorstep.

Bagpipe : You never told me your family was all big famous nobility.

Horn : Does it make a difference?

Bagpipe : When I was in school, the noble students always stuck with their own. Course, they studied together, but after school, they never did much with the rest of us if they could help it.

Horn : Don't tell me you actually like all the pomp and formality? Ceremonial gowns you only wear once, the trending look changing every week, courtesy greetings ad nauseum.

Bagpipe : Don't even remind me. Actually went to that kind of thing once or twice with a good friend, and just tryin' to remember which fork you use to eat first made my head want to explode on the spot.

Horn : Perfect, I'm not much of a fan either.
Even if I'm loath to admit it, just having this family name does come in handy once in a while.

Bagpipe : Leader, the people comin' here today, are they all supporters of the spectre force?

Horn : ...I don't necessarily think so.

<Background fades out and in>

Pretentious Noblewoman : Mr. Williams, I finally get to meet you! I heard you were coming, and came bolting right over from County Peninsula, just to ask if you could sign the anthology in my collection here.

Bard Williams : Of course, fine Lady, it would be my honor.

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Seamus, my dearest great bard! Here you were.
I just finished reading your newly published tales from history. Such fascinating writings. It was the first I learned that us Tarans had such a grand, storied past.

Bard Williams : Thank you, but they're works of fantasy, adapted from an array of folk legends. The greatest value in my work is simply unearthing gems buried by sandstorms, all the better for more to see.

Pretentious Noblewoman : You truly are too modest. The Draco King Gaeil you penned, founding by himself the most radiant culture that was Tara–he stood grand and wise, so much so that my dreams are flush with emotion and he's part of them all–

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Yes, too true. In my eyes, you're alike to Leithanien's grand musicians, with the chance to make change to an entire era!

Bard Williams : Ha, ha... I must say you exaggerate.

Wildly Ambitious Baron : So long as you wanted, all of Victoria's publishers would be wide open to you, every one of them waiting to translate your works into the ink of different languages.
And when that happens, every country across the land will realize our Taran culture has its own unique charm, not to be stifled by the ever-same grumble of Victoria's machines.

Pretentious Noblewoman : If only things could be so wonderful. If more and more international figures come to support us, our voices will be so much more easily heard by the dukedom and Parliament.

Greedy Businessman : Right you are! I'm a Victorian citizen same as anyone else, but just because some great-great-great-grandfather of mine was King Gaeil's subject, suddenly I'm being asked to pay so much more inheritance tax! How preposterous!

Pretentious Noblewoman : Even so, Mr. Evans, you still give vigorous employ to plenty enough of our fellows, providing everyone the chance to gain their footing upon this city of grace.
No wonder you and your clan are the pride of us Tarans.

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Ahah, quite right, our fellows. It's far from easy for them to find any respectable work. I hear they toil in the factories for a week, and only earn yea little coin.

Bard Williams : Yet Victorian workers from other backgrounds are able to earn twice as much, in your factories.

Greedy Businessman : Eh-hem...
Allow me to say something perhaps a little out of fashion–it's far from simple to have our neighbors of strength acknowledge us, isn't it?
Please, think about it, everyone. Were it only with its music and poems, how could Leithanien become the Leithanien of today?
Just as Leithanien has Casters that intimidate–
We Tarans must depend on more practical power if we want to gain recognition. Such as the... technological support of some friends from far away.
And by pure luck, I have just the tiniest means by which I receive sponsorship, and I would be overjoyed to take the opportunity to let the friends of the Baron share in it.

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Hahah, you're absolutely spot-on! Any subsidy is of great importance. If you let it all pass you by, then no matter how deft your tongue, you watch for the day it dries up and lacks the power to express.

Greedy Businessman : From that perspective, I'm the same as everyone here. We are all yearning for a whole new era–so, why not give a toast to this common dream of ours?

Pretentious Noblewoman : Truly, an evening to inspire... how strange, where did Mr. Williams get off to?

<Background fades out and in>

[Horn approaches Mr. Williams and greets him. ]

Horn : Good evening, Mr. Williams.

Bard Williams : Greetings, ma'am.

Horn : I hope I'm not bothering you. Are you writing?

Bard Williams : Ha, ha... Just a small poem. It's been several days now, and I still haven't finished it.
I was thinking this meeting would give me some inspiration, but it seems now there's still no forcing the muse.

Horn : These settings always like to use up a person's energy too quickly. Do you also feel a little worn out?

Bard Williams : Ha-ha... caught red-handed. If it weren't for Charles–I mean, the Baron inviting me so ardently, I would've preferred to spend the night reading by my own fireplace.

Horn : Wouldn't we all? I bet every person willing to participate in this sort of thing is forced to for a living.

Bard Williams : I like that way of putting it. You're not a Taran, ma'am, are you?

Horn : You guess correctly. I imagine a Lupo's a rare sight among the residents here.

Bard Williams : Ha-ha, I've inadvertently judged background by race.
Though you're deliberately choosing vocabulary we're more used to, your accent still exposes you–it's the accent only a Victorian noble receiving a standard Londinium education would have.

Horn : No wonder you're a great bard. Extremely sharp.

Bard Williams : The first step to writing is observation. I can even tell, you and they have differing purposes for coming.

Horn : You're suspecting me?

Bard Williams : Suspecting what? I'm only here to exchange some ideas, and you're exchanging with me right now.

Horn : No matter if I'm not a Taran?

Bard Williams : Precisely because you're not.
A glass of malt liquor, thank you–would you like anything to drink, ma'am?

Horn : I'll be fine. Standing in the window breeze is plenty enough for me.

Bard Williams : Then we'll continue our merry chat. What were we just saying?
Right, yes. Words and writing were born for the purpose of exchange, including both conversations past and future, and this talk between you and I, here and now.

Horn : You're the one allowing for me. If you used Taran, I'd be as good as deaf.

Bard Williams : Ha-ha–in this party, you'll be hard-pressed to hear any Taran.

Horn : It just clicked for me, actually. All the works of yours I've read are written in Victorian.

Bard Williams : Rhyming confines a poet's imagination. Characteristically, Victoria's poems, when you read them, are very unlike Leithanien's.
I much love reading poems written in Old Taran. Reading the writing is like touching upon, feeling another face of history.
But I've no plans to pass myself off as anything.
I grew up speaking Victorian, my thoughts are molded by the language, and if I started to write in Taran instead, I'd be a clown dancing in shoes far too big for him.

Horn : I hear there are many longing for the revival of Taran culture–

Bard Williams : Of course, I'm one of them.
Our city roams upon the land, this soil unchanging, yet at the same time, change constantly happening.
Perhaps a day will come when Taran once again becomes the building blocks of our children's minds, and I'd be willing to embrace such a transformation.

Horn : And if–there were those who wished this change to be rapid, an explosion even reversive of the natural trend?

Bard Williams : –
"What is the use of an idea? You are planting a feather in the ground, imagining it growing into a fowlbeast."

Horn : From the first poetry anthology you published. It's one of my particular favorites.

Bard Williams : That is my answer to this question of yours.
In my own view, I can't, and have no thought to alter this soil. I'm simply the one trying hard to plant feathers.
And ideas fundamentally ought to be free, with no one who can interfere–each feather that grows in each person's heart may be totally unalike, just as we all have different hopes for the future of this great swathe of soil.

Horn : I understand, Mr. Williams.
Allow me to speak from the heart–it's been truly pleasant to chat with you.

[Suddenly, Bagpipe rushes to Horn's side. ]

Bagpipe : Leader, somethin's not right.

Horn : What is it?

Bagpipe : Cello's lot have gone over forty minutes without sendin' anythin'.
Weren't they meant to be dealin' with the troops at the barracks? You told them they were to send a message every half hour. Right as we set off, Cello was even gripin' at me how this mission was too borin'.

Horn : ......

Bagpipe : And on top of that... don't you feel it's a little too quiet all around?
I've been keepin' watch at the window. Ought to be able to see people goin' in and out of the plaza. But then all of a sudden, it was like somethin' happened, and everyone scarpered away.

Horn : Don't tell me... the ones tailing us before were the barracks'...

「The ballroom doors are kicked open without warning.
Dozens of soldiers armed to the teeth come charging in. 」

[The attendees panic upon seeing soldiers of the Victorian Royal Army inside the ballroom. ]

Pretentious Noblewoman : Good heavens, what's happening? Why the sudden show of force?
You have the audacity to point weapons at me... do you understand who we are?

Greedy Businessman : Who is it? Who let the secret out?!
Damn and blast... we need to get out of here, quick!

Wildly Ambitious Baron : (Hurry, go inform Madam Mandragora, just say we've got trouble...)
(What?! You mean they're all gone? When did this happen? A whole hour ago?!)
(You useless...!)

Victorian Soldier : All of you, stay where you are!

Colonel Hamilton : –
Ladies and gentlemen, yes, no mistake, you have been–utterly captured.

Operation story: 9-6

Before operation

Summary

The colonel thanks Horn for helping him find the Dublinn-supporting rabble, while committing acts of indiscriminate military terror upon Taran homes in order to root out Mandragora. As the mood stretches wire-thin, the ballroom abruptly suffers a bombing attack.

<Background 1>

Horn : Colonel.

[The one who leads the Victorian soldiers in the raid turns out to be Col. Hamilton. ]

Colonel Hamilton : We meet again, Skamandros.

Horn : You don't seem one bit surprised.

Colonel Hamilton : Surprised?
No, from the first I met you, I have not been one bit surprised–you were bound to mingle with this rabble, simply because of that cheap sympathy you learned from your noble etiquette classes.

Horn : You shadowed us?!

Colonel Hamilton : I'd rather term this rational management.
Regardless of anything, I must thank you. If it weren't for your leading the way, I wouldn't have such a sublime opportunity to net all these rot-eating vermin in one fell swoop.

[Col. Hamilton glares at the nobles. ]

Colonel Hamilton : You hide fairly deep most of the time, don't you?
I confess I'm quite curious. What made you so audacious as to gather up? Could it be that from the outcomes of your last few pathetic, negligible sneak attacks, you mistakenly believed County Hillock was already under your control?

Wildly Ambitious Baron : A-Ahem... Colonel, sir, I believe there may be some misunderstanding at play here.

Colonel Hamilton : That is wrong, Baron Bolton. There is no misunderstanding between us whatsoever. I am pristinely clear about your confidential lowly dealings.

Wildly Ambitious Baron : It's only some of my good friends and family gathered here today. That, I can guarantee you on my very name–

Colonel Hamilton : Shut up kindly, good sir. The honor you've inherited from your ancestry purchases nothing in my eyes.

Pretentious Noblewoman : Y–You have some nerve saying that!

Colonel Hamilton : The one dishonoring your so-called noble reputation isn't me by far. Who are they, reveling in the position and wealth Victoria accords them, then turning to secretly collude with the most lowly rebels of them all?

Pretentious Noblewoman : This is out-and-out slander!

Colonel Hamilton : I'm starting to be sick of this blather now. You rabble should behave as the rabble outside, weeping in the light of a blaze while you confess your own wrongdoings.

「Just as he said, from outside the window come wails and cries, the glass reflecting speckled points of fire. 」

Bagpipe : (Leader, look outside! It's not just in here, he's got the Tarans from the whole block surrounded too.)
(He's not exaggeratin' at all. He's cowerin' ordinary residents with military force.)
(I've been around that street before–a huge portion of them are elderly and children!)

Horn : (With methods suddenly this radical, it seems there's some other information he has a hold on. He's very likely to have hidden intel about the spectre force from us.)

Bagpipe : (Nothin' from Triangle?)

Horn : (No comms at all since afternoon.)

Bagpipe : (Flip. Could somethin' have happened to them?)

Horn : (There's no point in worrying. What's more pressing right now is we should hold the troops back as much as we can.)

Bagpipe : (We can't stay trapped in here, at least...)

Colonel Hamilton : You, the Vouivre over there. You are not to think of breaking out through the wall. Before my questioning bears fruit, no one is allowed to leave this room.

Bagpipe : Ugh, he spotted me!

<Background 2>

Victorian Soldier : Come out! I see you! No movement, I want you to kneel here and behave!

Sorrowful Woman : Agh!

Victorian Soldier : Is there anyone else in your home? Speak up!

Sorrowful Woman : N–No...

Victorian Soldier : You're not hiding anyone? I'll see for myself. Listen, so long as I see you move a muscle, no matter what you're trying at, I will immediately shoot your head through.

Sorrowful Woman : *Whimper*...

[Janie suddenly appears and stands in the soldier's way. ]

Janie : What are you doing?!

Victorian Soldier : Who are you, coming from nowhere and running in front of my crossbow? Watch your own head!
Wait, hold on, I recognize you. You're that guard of honor from Adams's group, aren't you? I saw you at the New Year do. Your group didn't get any order to move. What are you doing here?

Janie : I... I...
I have another assignment nearby I'm on.

Victorian Soldier : Fine, then, each to their own. Don't you start getting in my way.

Janie : I...
(That lass called Bagpipe told me I could step forth too, change the situation.)
(Can I, though...? I have to try, at least...)
Did they... do something wrong, to be treated this rough?

Victorian Soldier : You're asking me? Why don't you go ask them?

Sorrowful Woman : *Sob*...

Victorian Soldier : What are you crying for? Wasn't it you lot, harboring thugs, giving them food and drink, feeding them information?

Janie : Do you have evidence?

Victorian Soldier : Evidence? You want evidence? Do the wounds on the 9th and 13th count? Each one of their bodies still warm?
Some died by eerie Originium Arts, some died by makes of crossbows and sabers identical to the ones we carry, and some had traces on their necks left behind by farming tools.
Our heads cut off with threshers like wheat, bodies crushed thin and flat by tractors like plowed land–have you ever... pictured that? The devastation?

Janie : Ulp...

Victorian Soldier : That's right, you should want to puke. I saw with my own eyes, and I recognized who that head used to belong to, and for an entire afternoon, I puked. I couldn't stop.

Janie : They... why would they treat their own like this... this is too cruel!

Victorian Soldier : Hah, damn right you are. Behaving never suited them.
Now you understand this serves them right, don't you?

Janie : ......

Victorian Soldier : What are you still blanking out for?

Janie : So... these are all bad people? Just because... they're all Tarans?

Sorrowful Woman : *Sob*... agh... I haven't done a thing, Sir...

Janie : She's crying.
Her husband already passed away from Oripathy, and her child's only pushing ten... is someone bereft like this really going to be a murderer?

Victorian Soldier : How have I not gotten it through to you?! They're all one kind, do you understand? Even if this woman and her child haven't done anything yet, they're all together in this.

Janie : ......
If it wasn't a Taran, in front of you all, but some other Victorian citizen...
Would you still insist on treating them all as thugs?

Victorian Soldier : ......

Janie : If... I'm just saying, if, from the very beginning, there were never those discriminatory laws, if Tarans could've earned as much as anyone else, gotten the same chance at healthcare...
Wouldn't none of this conflict have ever happened?!

Victorian Soldier : Alright, guard of honor, if you love asking questions so much, keep asking. There won't be an answer. Nobody's got any way of answering you. I'm essentially done searching this house by now anyway, so it's onto the next one.
Hey! I said I was going, not that you could stand up!

Sorrowful Woman : *Sob*... Ah... don't take me, Craig can't be without me...

Victorian Soldier : Shut it with all the sobbing! Wailing about your child all day long just so I can go soft on you, is it?

Janie : Just let her go.

Victorian Soldier : Eugh, you. Fine, I'm busy anyway. I can afford to ignore this woman.
But just to warn you, you might be protecting them now with all your kind heart, but be careful they don't blow you sky-high without blinking the moment your head is turned.
Don't you forget, after all, you and them aren't the same kind. Have you seen the looks in their eyes before? In their eyes, no matter how you behave, you'll always be one of us.

Janie : Just go... Please.

Victorian Soldier : *spits* Don't say I didn't warn you.

[The soldier leaves. ]

Janie : Phew... you've not been harmed, no?

Sorrowful Woman : (Shakes head)

Janie : It's lucky. After me and Saoirse talked, I couldn't shake this nervous feeling, and I had to come back and take a look.
So it really can be a bit of use... to stand up.
Come on, I'll help you back inside. For tonight... no, tomorrow as well, don't go out, please. There's ruffians outside, as well as... um, at any rate, Hillock won't be as safe for these next few days.
Right, and where's your boy...? Craig? He's not at home?

Sorrowful Woman : Craig... he... *gulp*...

Janie : He's been taken away by the soldiers, hasn't he?!

Sorrowful Woman : I... I don't know...

Janie : I need to go and find him.

<Background 1>

Colonel Hamilton : Hill!

Adjutant Hill : Colonel, we've just apprehended this one in this corridor outside, right as he was attempting to dive out of the window.

Frightened Youth : I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

Colonel Hamilton : Let me guess, this boy is some follower of yours, preparing to send word to somebody or other?

Wildly Ambitious Baron : I... (Wipes off a cold sweat)

Greedy Businessman : I want a lawyer! I know the Mayor and quite a few Members too... Let me go, you have no authority to keep us held like this!

Colonel Hamilton : It seems my guess was dead on. Every one of you has some involvement.
You may speak. All I need to know is where your co-conspirators are hiding.
How about this, then. I'll count to three–

[Hamilton slashes the capturred young man with his saber... ]

Frightened Youth : Aaaargh! Don't, don't kill me!

[...which shocks the noblewoman. ]

Pretentious Noblewoman : My goodness... Why must you have me see such cruelty?

Bagpipe : You can't be doin' this!

Colonel Hamilton : Really? Skamandros, tell your subordinate, do I have the right to be doing this?

Bagpipe : Leader...!

Horn : Provisional administrative law... In the event we are unable to receive direct orders from Londinium, Colonel Hamilton is the highest acting commander of the County Hillock barracks, and does possess the authority to impose martial law on the whole city.

Bagpipe : I know! But if he's seriously goin' to do this, then he's essentially declarin' a formal war on the hidden army!

Horn : I fear that one thing they've said is right. We are already situated within in a war.

Bagpipe : But we barely know more than nothin' about that army.
We're stark open and they're still in the shadows. No matter what, I don't feel now was good timin' to open fire first.

Colonel Hamilton : Timing! They never picked any timing when they launched attacks on us unilaterally.

Horn : Colonel, even if you won't take any suggestion from our team, I still must express clear opposition to the course of action you are about to adopt.

Colonel Hamilton : Very thankful for your one scrap of self-awareness shown.
In honesty, I'm not fond of doing this either. As long as they'd left me another choice, I would never be willing to break the Empire's laws.
Yet we're out of time. The hidden enemy is closing in with each step.
Isn't this as you said too, Skamandros? You, too, came to drag the ghosts out into the sunlight!
If we don't seize this opportunity, and force all the remaining conspirators out, then we will have lost County Hillock before the morrow.

Horn : Colonel, I believe the more critical the juncture, the more each step we choose will lead to divergent results.
I'm sure, there are many innocents among those present. You can take them away first, and then...

Colonel Hamilton : No, I have no time to squander on pointless interrogation. Right now, on this very spot, these rabblesome dregs will make clear where in the world their members are hidden!
Hill, do it! We've tarried for long enough–

Bard Williams : ...Colonel.

Hamilton : And who in Hell's bloody bells are you?

Bard Williams : Please arrest me. I am Baron Bolton's guest, and will know much more than any of these poor young people, rendered near-unconscious.

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Seamus! What are you doing stepping up?

Colonel Hamilton : Seamus... Seamus Williams. You're that bard?

Bard Williams : I am, Colonel.

Colonel Hamilton : Very good. I'd been meaning to look for you, so as to keep you from continuing to incite those imbeciles with your blither.

Horn : Williams...

Bard Williams : You need not fear, ma'am. I ought to thank the Colonel, for just a moment ago, I worked out how my poem should conclude.

Colonel Hamilton : Seize him!

[Something is thrown through the windows. ]

Horn : A... ball? Where have I seen this...

Colonel Hamilton : Hill! Order those posted outside to find the rabble who broke that window...

Bagpipe : No, this isn't right.
There's a sound... comin' from the ball!

[The ball turns out to be a bomb that is about to detonate! ]

Horn : What?!

[The bomb emits a bright flash... ]

Bagpipe : Get down!!!

[...followed by an explosion. ]

<Background 2>

[Soldiers of Dublinn, a Victorian pro-Draco armed revolutionary movement, are spotted in the streets of Hillock. ]

Dublinn Soldier : ......

Victorian Soldier : Who–Who was that? Where did you show up from?!

[The Dublinn soldiers strike the Victorian soldiers with his sword, who narrowly block it with his shield... ]

Victorian Soldier : Argh–! It's–It's you lot! G–Go inform the Colonel double-time, 4th has run into the thugs, in an alley by the square–

[...but a Dublinn crossbowman fires an explosive-tipped bolt at the soldier that breaks through the shield and kills him. ]

Dublinn Soldier : This group has been annihilated.
Leader, the nearby Taran blocks have all been occupied by ours.

Wounded Youth : You lot are...

[A Draco who appears to be leading the Dublinn army walks towards the wounded young man. ]

"The Leader" : ......

Wounded Youth : It–It's you?! You're the... the one we've been waiting for!

[The Dublinn leader helps up the young man. ]

Wounded Youth : You actually gave your hand to me... I...

"The Leader" : There'll be no one else to oppress you again.
And you'll never need anyone's arm to lean on again.
From this moment on, you can walk freely upon this soil, by your own power.

Wounded Youth : Thank you... oh, thank you! Everything I did, it really was right!
There'll be a day for us Tarans... when we can have our own city, we can walk heads held high in the streets, we'll never be given injust treatment again!

"The Leader" : Yes. It is precisely for that day that we come.

Wounded Youth : Leader, you have to see! It's–It's the fire we lit in your service!

"The Leader" : The ballroom...

Dublinn Soldier : According to the report Madam Mandragora gave, the barracks' top brass are all in there.
However, an explosion of that scale would only give the barracks' arrogance pause. Unfortunately, it could never wipe them out.

"The Leader" : Apart from the barracks, who else is there?

Dublinn Soldier : Some locals who will us well. They learned of some of our inside matters, and the heads' thoughts are, for the overall picture, we can't leave anyone alive to tell tales.

"The Leader" : ......

Dublinn Soldier : They also said, if you won't make a move, they will themselves.

"The Leader" : ...In the end... my fire is quicker.
Tell them, I know what should be done–
I'll take the ballroom.

Dublinn Soldier : Yes, Leader–your fire will break these shackles that have chained us for centuries!

Operation story: 9-7

After operation

Summary

In the wake of the bombing, Dublinn forces, under the command of their "Leader", are unbridled in their counterattack. The casualties among the meeting's attendees are horrific.

<Background 1>

Horn : Ugh, ahem...

Bagpipe : Leader, are you alright?

Horn : I'm okay. But you, we're lucky you didn't jump on it this time.

Bagpipe : You reacted faster than me. At least everyone in this bit of the hall's basically fine, thanks to your shield.

Horn : I couldn't protect everyone.

Bagpipe : The smoke's everywhere it'll go. Looks to me like the Colonel only took light harm, and they're retreatin' out another door.

Horn : The Bard...

Bagpipe : Oh... He was stood too close to the bomb.
What a pity... it's not everyone who can step forth for others at bladepoint. He was a poet, but he had the courage to match an excellent soldier.

Horn : ......
I wish so badly he could've died with meaning.
While the enemy's still outside, Bagpipe, let's evacuate the survivors.
Bagpipe...?

「Bagpipe stares blankly out of the window. 」

「In that single moment, it is as if the sound of battle vanishes.
A tremendous energy bursts from the depths of the night.
Without a flicker of a flare, from the statue to the city hall, all living beings are instantly, silently snapped to ash.
And immediately after, an army seeps out from the night and the ashes, without a sound. 」

<Background 1>

Bagpipe : ......
............
I've never, ever seen... fire like this before.
The head Caster, who is she?

Horn : Bagpipe, move away, quick!

[The Draco leader of Dublinn launches an Arts attack at the building. But fortunately, Bagpipe narrowly dodges it. ]

Horn : You're too close to the window. Given the energy just now, the next attack could blow straight through the walling.

Bagpipe : Yes, Leader.
I'm just...

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Help me... hurry, help me...
My leg... argh, ow!

Horn : Focus on rescue. Pull back for now.

<Background 2>

[Dublinn soldiers scour the burning streets for any survivor of the bomb attack. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Who was that? Are there still any Victorian soldiers alive?

[Bagpipe ambushes the Dublinn soldier and strikes him with her steam lance. ]

Bagpipe : It's the enemy all over!

Horn : By the speed of this march, the spectre force infiltrated this city long ago.

Bagpipe : District Eleven to Seventeen have been occupied far too quick... Can't be... Is this the reason the Colonel went to search those blocks?!

Horn : ......
We need to withdraw south of District Ten. The troops and the spectre force are doing battle there right now.

Wildly Ambitious Baron : D–Don't go off to battle, ta... take me back to somewhere I can hide in safety first... I can't let the heads find I'm still alive...

Bagpipe : Take you back? With all of this goin' on right now, you ought to be taken straight to prison!

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Lighter... wurgh... ow...
I... I'll pay you... I can even gift you a city block... so long as you...

Bagpipe : Leader, can I use my own ways to shut him up?!

Horn : We'll ask a few things more while he's still awake.
Who was that heading the Casters just now?

Wildly Ambitious Baron : ...That's... The Leader...

Bagpipe : The spectre force's leader?!
What... who is she?

Wildly Ambitious Baron : I don't know...

Bagpipe : Aren't you compatriots? You had the absolute gall to bring people into your house while knowin' nothin'?!

Wildly Ambitious Baron : She's... the Duke's guest...

Horn : Duke...? Which one?!

Wildly Ambitious Baron : I can't...

[Dublinn crossbowmen fire at Bagpipe and Horn, forcing them to retaliate. However, one of the strayed shots hits the baron... ]

Wildly Ambitious Baron : Urgh–

[...and kills him instantly. ]

Bagpipe : He... died?
The spectre force did that...?

Dublinn Soldier : –

[A Dublinn soldier is attempting to get the drop on Bagpipe and Horn, but the two easily take him down. ]

Bagpipe : Don't they band together? Why are the spectre force targeting their own?

Horn : Let's get out of here first.

<Background fades out and in>

Dublinn Soldier : You, hold still.

Operator Will : ......

Dublinn Soldier : Who are you? What are you doing here?

Operator Will : My, um... I was just delivering medicine... You all started fighting before I knew it.

Dublinn Soldier : Delivering medicine? Who for? Is it the Victorian soldiers?

Operator Will : I... aheh... Rhodes Island's medicine is for Infected use, and we don't pay mind to patients' identities...

Dublinn Soldier : Your movements are suspect.

[Suddenly, the Dublinn soldier is knocked out by someone, who turns out to be Outcast. ]

Operator Will : Outcast–The Lass! You–You came just in time!

Outcast : Hey, you got the comms this afternoon, didn't you? Rhodes Island's called an emergency stop to all daily business in County Hillock.

Operator Will : I got it, yeah, but...

Outcast : –You wanted to finish delivering the rest?
You're a good kid. Pass me the meds, and I'll deliver what's left for you.

Operator Will : Lass, what on Terra's going on outside? There was fighting everywhere in just a blink!

Outcast : Several hundred years of accumulated resentment put to use, turned into a fire ready to destroy all.
And let me tell you, it's only just getting started.
Hurry on back. Now that I'm here, my highest priority's making sure we don't lose a single Rhodes Islander.

Operator Will : Alright, Lass... Right, I just caught sight of Miss Jane near District Seventeen... She... She comes to the office so often, we all half-treat her as a Rhodes Island Operator!
She's a Victorian soldier, and with what these rioters think, they won't just let her go!

Outcast : Got it.
I'll amend my previous statement–we're not losing even half a Rhodes Islander.

<Background 3>

Bagpipe : Leader, I've evacuated everyone I could.

Horn : Good. Do you have any injuries?

Bagpipe : None. It's been a little reassurin' in a way, while coming to blows all night. Aside from that head Caster, and a couple strong folk, most of the rest of the soldiers are still normal people.
They've gotten trainin', but their discipline's not much to speak of. With equal numbers, and an open confrontation, they wouldn't be any match for our team.

Horn : You're giving it preconditions. Besides, their main opponent is the barracks.

Bagpipe : You're right, Leader. If they're going to fight them, the barracks won't be on the front foot.

Horn : Any more discoveries?

Bagpipe : The weapons they're armed with are all first-grade. Just now when I went rescuin' those few officials and nobles, someone tried to sneak on me at the corner, and after I knocked him out, I brought what he was holdin' back.

Horn : A Victorian standard military crossbow?

Bagpipe : It's a model from two years ago, but it's been modified. Look at these two coils and the guide rail underneath.

Horn : A Shield-piercing Rounds Accelerator.

Bagpipe : I'm not too smart with crossbows, and I never saw this in the army or at school. Is this our tech?

Horn : Doesn't seem too like it.
Bagpipe, have I overlooked something, maybe...? We came to investigate the theft of Originium products, correct?

Bagpipe : Yes. The spectre force want to fend against our regular army without a doubt, so they'd need a lot of weapons for sure.

Horn : But the crossbow in our hands reveals a lot of information.
Firstly, the enemy has secretly been plotting for longer than we thought; secondly, beyond the goods they've stolen from our possession, there are other powers that have been funding their operations in the long term.
In other words, in this instance, here, they had no plans to take up new equipment and rush to arms.

Bagpipe : Right! So in that sense, where did the weapons we lost most recently go?

Horn : So you've realized where the problem is–the spectre force finally show themselves, but the Originium products that disappeared in County Hillock are still missing.
I hope Triangle's found some new leads.

[Horn reaches out to Triangle. ]

Triangle : (Hushed) Here, Leader.

Horn : Is your group still doing alright?

Triangle : Snare's been lightly injured, the others can still operate. It's just, everyone's tired and hungry. Our situation's not that nice for sure.

Horn : Were you involved in combat yesterday, too?

Triangle : Yes. Since nightfall, large numbers of enemies have suddenly poured out. It's like they were just lying in wait in the greenhouses and irrigation systems all this time–

Horn : That seems to be exactly where they hid themselves. For the troops not familiar with the agricultural plates, it'll be exceedingly difficult to win that hide-and-seek.

Triangle : We fought face-to-face with a small wave of them, there were far too many enemies in my view, and we hid away on my lead, all the way until daybreak.

Horn : You've done very well. Can you return to the city?

Triangle : Haha. That'll be a little tricky, Leader. Half of them have gone into the city, and the other half are still around everywhere.

Horn : ......

Triangle : Leader, our group all agrees, we should continue with our initial task.
We've discovered a transport vehicle. Your guess was right, someone really did use an agriculture transport route to convey these Originium products somewhere.
Not that much each time. These ones today, most likely, are the last of them.

Horn : These ones today? Where are you?!

Triangle : We're hidden onboard the transport vehicle right now.
I can't risk talking too much. Worried they might hear. Next time we make contact, you'll know who the thief was.

Horn : This is too dangerous!

Triangle : Haha... Leader, you and Bagpipe, be careful too.
Triangle, out.

[Triangle signs off. ]

Horn : ......
Bagpipe, inform Cello ASAP, we're returning to the barracks now.

<Background 4>

[The radio operators pick up transmissions across Hillock. ]

「"...Districts Three through Nine have fallen..."
"...The city hall, the newspaper, and Good Mary's Hospital are simultaneously under enemy attack..."
"...Baron Paulet's wife sent an urgent cable–she's lost contact with her husband since early morning–she's requesting the barracks send help..." 」

Horn : Colonel! I have something to say.

Colonel Hamilton : Let her in.

[Horn enters the command center. ]

Colonel Hamilton : I hope you aren't here to give me nonsense, Skamandros. As you can see, our enemy is savage. I have no time to contest with you again.

Horn : Colonel, the enemy is hiding in the agricultural plates.

Colonel Hamilton : What?

Horn : That's where they were concealed. On top of that, they're not all in the city–they have even more hands.

Colonel Hamilton : ......
I knew it.

Horn : I suggest you send someone fast to evacuate the citizens at the ag plates, and carry out emergency decoupling of the central city and those plates ASAP, to avoid letting even more of the enemy into the city!

Colonel Hamilton : I don't need you instructing me on what to do.

Horn : Colonel! It may not be in our power to prevail if we solely depend on the stationed troops, and my platoon, to cope with enemy forces infiltrating the city. We have to ensure the enemy gets no further reinforcement–

Colonel Hamilton : You can go.

Horn : Colonel?!

Colonel Hamilton : It's my business how County Hillock is preserved.

Horn : In the principal duty that is upholding the security of the Victorian Empire, we should be united!

Colonel Hamilton : Hill, show her out.

<Background fades out and in>

Colonel Hamilton : Did you hear that, Hill? The ag plates, ha! They're hiding in the ag plates! I deduced as much long ago. Who else would open the door for the ghosts?!

Adjutant Hill : Yes, Colonel. The Tarans are assisting them.

Colonel Hamilton : How are the artillery battalion's preparations?

Adjutant Hill : According to plan. The final batch of material will arrive at around noon.

Colonel Hamilton : Good. Have them speed up the remodeling. Every time I even think of those disgusting things bounding around in my city, it has me eager to finish this.
Oh, yes, Skamandros and her subordinate. The wolf from Londinium is still biting fast and won't let go. You've heard, haven't you? They have a helping hand outside.
Give the command. Regardless of the means, we cannot let anyone stand in the way of our plans.

Adjutant Hill : Yes, Colonel.

Colonel Hamilton : As for Skamandros, before we're done, she cannot be left to act freely.

Adjutant Hill : I understand.

Colonel Hamilton : I have realized something... thanks to her talking-to.
Why were our movements last night at Bolton's already known to the enemy?!
Skamandros... no, it couldn't be. Though she shares that weakness and naivete innate to her kind of nobility, she has a highly secured loyalty to the Empire.

Adjutant Hill : ......

Colonel Hamilton : Hmph... it seems rabble is ultimately rabble, their base nature always stiff to bend.
Within these last few hours, one more thing must be done. And it's long overdue.

9-8: Verse in the Ashes

Summary

Dublinn's "Leader" executes the girl who leaked word of the meeting.

<Background 1>

Dublinn Soldier : Leader, we've found them.

"The Leader" : Good. Bring them forth.

Saoirse : What are you doing?! Le–Let go of me!

"The Leader" : It was you who tipped off the Victorian Army about the meeting?

Saoirse : What? How do you know...
Wait a moment, you–you're... it's you?! You're the one the chief editor was talking about...
You're going to bring about a war, lead us to throw off our oppressors, just like they said?
No... you'll bring death... turn our homeland to ruins, just like you're doing now.
The source of it all, everything, it was you!

"The Leader" : ......
What I will bring is victory only.
And you, Saoirse Kelly, have deeply harmed our people's trust in you.
Because of your duplicity, many honest men have fallen into enemy prisons, and due to your betrayal, countless fighters have lost their chance to ever see the glory of victory.
You must pay the price for your actions.

Saoirse : Did they... really die because of what I did?
Last night, all those gathering in that room, a huge amount of them sincerely wanted to welcome you–they believed you would bring us good change!
And now, they've been blown apart, scorched to earth, just like this street. Is it really me–who lit this fire?

"The Leader" : I...

[A Dublinn soldier punches Saoirse to silence her. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Shut your mouth, traitor!
You feeble, weak defector! How can you understand a martyr's resolve? Rather than fall into enemy hands, suffer humiliation and torment, they rathered they would welcome The Leader's fire with heads high!
For the welfare of the Tarans, they had no choice but to sacrifice themselves in the flames of war!
Sentence her, Leader, give her the death penalty!

"The Leader" : The death penalty?

Mandragora : Of course. Don't you see? Only the deaths of traitors can calm the rage of the warriors.
Besides–look at the locals. They want to come closer, but don't dare. They fear us, fear you. This is the chance to make them submit.
Once you put this traitor to death, then they'll learn, nobody betrays Dublinn and lives.

"The Leader" : Betrayal... hmm?
Saoirse Kelly, have you ever pondered the consequences of betrayal?

Saoirse : I... maybe, I'll die.
But I've no regrets. You'd have me dead for wanting to save my family and friends, and that only proves I did the right thing–if no one else stops you, even more blood will stain your hands.

"The Leader" : You are... courageous.

Mandragora : I didn't mishear, did I? You praise a traitor for courage?

"The Leader" : She is one of our fellows too.

Mandragora : She wasn't any longer, ever since she chose to stand in the way.
What's the point of prattling about this, really? If I was her, I wouldn't be asking so much. Words from the condemned should have no effect on you.

<Background fades out>

「What if... it were my sister?
They're all asking it.
And yet... I don't like thinking like this. I–never liked it. 」

<Background fades in>

Mandragora : Do it, now!
You've got all these eyes on you. The longer you delay, the weaker we look. Who wants to follow a weak leader? How could the people follow a weak army?

<Background fades out>

「She didn't give me a choice.
This child isn't the first of our fellows I've killed. How young was I then? She had me burn the Victorian merchant who wouldn't sell us bread, to death.
I forget how I did it. I shut my eyes and lifted a knife, yet stabbed into only a pile of acrid ashes.
And after, more and more ashes came. Just like this child, the braver, the faster they burn. 」

<Background fades in>

"The Leader" : Saoirse Kelly... In my name as the Leader of Dublinn, I sentence you to death.
I will carry out the execution personally, right here.

Saoirse : Seems... I'm going to die after all.
Leader... You're The Leader. Probably no one could stop you, and probably my whole family will die too. But can you tell me? Will we win?
Will we reach the day, when us Tarans can all live a better life?

"The Leader" : ......
We will.

Saoirse : Good, that's good. At least at this moment, I'm willing to... believe.

"The Leader" : Do you have anything else to say?

Saoirse : Fire... I saw the fire from the tip of your lance. Will it hurt badly when I'm burned alive?
No... don't tell me, after all. I can't bear to hear.
I ask of you, tell my ma and my da, if they can still live after everything's over...
I've hidden from them, some money in the third drawer by my bed. I wanted to buy my ma a bouquet of flowers for her birthday, next month...
Tell them, I'm sorry, everyone.

"The Leader" : I promise you.

Saoirse : *Whimper*... I don't want to die. I'm scared...
Ah... hah... maybe next spring, in the burned soil, a willow might sprout...

"The Leader" : –
For... Dublinn!

<Background fades out>

「I've said these words... countless times.
Every time I do, my chest stirs in burning pain, as if the spear wasn't in my hands, but stabbed into my body.
Again and again I tell myself, life burns easily, and they are all fuel.
And I'm no exception. 」

<Background fades in>

[Now Saoirse has turned into ashes after being burnt to death by the Draco's fire... ]

Mandragora : Hah, she's dead. That's decent enough.
Give the order, make everyone else know, the traitor's been executed.
The next one wants to go informing, they'll be waiting to crumble to charcoal like her.

Dublinn Soldier : Yes, sir.

Mandragora : As for you, what's wrong with you today?
Dragging your heels so hard, the soldiers saw. Even thought their Leader would be soft on traitors.

"The Leader" : ......

Mandragora : Hey, you can't really be turning soft, can you?
It's one girl! You and your fire burned most of the street in a snap yesterday!
......
Here I thought you finally seemed the part a bit, "Leader."

<Background fades out>

「Do I seem the part?
Seem what part? I haven't been able to tell what I seem for a long time.
Ever since I was little, I've only seen her appearance, her speech, her fire.
She had me become this way too. I couldn't do it, so I was bound to hide under her fire's light. 」

<Background fades in>

Mandragora : She's a million miles off again.
Every time I see her looking like that, I just want to get up in her face and scream.

Harmonie : Jealous, now?

Mandragora : Don't give me shit. I just can't stomach seeing the face she puts on. Must be nothing but drainwater soap bubbles in that head.
Why'd The Leader put her in this position?
If it weren't for the face she was born with, she'd be a waste of space. Can't even execute a traitor properly.

Harmonie : So you did it for her.
She hasn't the capacity to tell herself, but I saw it as quite obvious. Before her fire caught, an unseeable rock had already bored through the girl's chest.

Mandragora : I just couldn't hold on!
All because of this shameless traitor. I broke my back gathering all those rich and powerful supporters, and you know what? Dead. Dust to dust. Farewell.

Harmonie : Oh? I didn't think you had even a lick of the pitying type in you.

Mandragora : Ha... even a bunch of meatbeasts would show some use before they died, right? Well done, now, you, well done! Turned to coke with a bump.

Harmonie : Good enough, perhaps, that they died so simply. Don't forget, that little greedy plan of yours nearly buried us all deep, deep under.

Mandragora : I... I did it for The Leader, and Dublinn!
You can't tell me you don't think she's unsuited. Even if she didn't bring all the people, I could've handled County Hillock fine. No, even better. I could've done even better.
If The Leader could just trust me some more...

Harmonie : Unsuited? Well, I won't say you're not right.
People, well, they're best off understanding, after all, not to yearn day in and day out about clambering up where they don't belong. Or else, you know, they miss one tiny thing, trip and fall all the la-dee-da way down... bang, and it's flesh and bones everywhere.

Mandragora : Are you getting on my case?

Harmonie : How could I be?
Let's go. You're just pissing yourself off staring at her. We still have to discuss the next step.
"The Bandit," "'The Immolator," "The Accountant," "The Toxicologist," "The Convict," and "The Elocutionist." We sent the notice out yesterday, so gauging the time, they should all have arrived.
The city hall's ours now, and we've got quite a few VIPs and nobility under control too. But it's still not enough. We need to have County Hillock totally occupied before The Leader gets here.

Mandragora : ...Nrgh.

Harmonie : Keep biting, and you'll clean your nail off before you know it.

Mandragora : Much bloody appreciated.

Harmonie : When it happens, don't you come begging me in tears to paint you a new design.

Mandragora : When've I ever cried in front of you?!
I just don't like letting the credit go to others.

Harmonie : Alright, alright, you think I don't know you? You were one of the first to start following The Leader. You ought to set your sights a bit farther some. But one single Hillock, and you're in this frenzy of a state. You don't even think it's embarrassing.

Mandragora : You mean...

Harmonie : Once things are all done here, The Leader needs someone to run a trip to Londinium in her stead.

Mandragora : Say that sooner! Quick, let's get going, I need County Hillock won within half a day!

<Background fades out>

「Each one of them has their own greed inside, wild and wondrously formed, and not even the fiercest fire could burn them all through.
So what about mine? I only want to–hide...
Yet, does a shadow have the right to flee? 」

<Background fades in>

Dublinn Soldier : Leader.

"The Leader" : Mm...

Dublinn Soldier : Madam Harmonie's inviting you to hold the meeting.

"The Leader" : Do I... have to go?

Dublinn Soldier : Er, Madam did say, if you really don't want to go, they can respect your wishes.

"The Leader" : Respect...? How kind of her.
......
Soldier, go and tell them, carry it all out according to plan.
They know their own duty. They don't need me pushing them.
As for me, I need to think in peace. Order your people to keep proper watch, and let nobody disturb me.

Dublinn Soldier : Yes, Leader.

[The Dublinn soldier leaves. ]

"The Leader" : I need... a little time...
......
What... is this?

<Background fades out>

「In the ruins of the village, I found a piece of paper.
It was fragile, very much so, all four corners charred black, and as I picked it up, half fell to ash, and sadly, only half of the words were left upon it.
"Why should I lose heart"
"A great flame may have burned the whole land to its end"
"But I see someone's soul, on the other side of the scales"
It was a poem, a verse missing its beginning.
These words seemed freshly written, the ink still not naturally set, before fire scorched it dry.
Yes. My fire.
My soul... 」

Operation story: 9-9

Before operation

Summary

Learning her close friend has been executed, Jane is thoroughly shaken, and Outcast consoles her. Horn orders Bagpipe to find a Messenger to send word about Dublinn, and at the same time, she comes to learn of the stolen Originium goods' whereabouts.

<Background 1>

[Janie hurriedly returns from getting supplies. ]

Janie : I'm back. I found some bread and clean water. Craig's been running about most of the night, he needs to fill up his stomach...
Er, what's wrong with everyone? What... happened?

Sorrowful Woman : ......

Grieving Man : It's her! She's the one who tipped the Victorian Army off... She killed Saoirse!

Janie : What... What are you talking about?!?!
Saoirse... What happened to Saoirse?!

Grieving Man : You're asking? She's dead! You black-hearted Victorian soldier! You got close to her just so you could pluck intel from her own mouth, didn't you?
And now she's been executed–are you happy?!

Janie : I...
I never even thought...
How could this...
I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Saoirse...

Grieving Man : Save your tears! You've no right to be sad for her! And you've no right... to be standing here!

Janie : I was sincere with her, always...

Grieving Man : Sincere? A Victorian soldier, telling us Tarans sincerity?
What a joke for the ages!

Janie : Aren't we all... countrymen?

Grieving Man : Countrymen? What do you know of our country?
Have you eaten the grains we eat, spoken the language we speak, felt the pain we feel?

Janie : But I've always wanted to help you...

Grieving Man : Don't come any closer! Put down your flag! You're not calling for backup on us!

Janie : I don't want to... I wasn't...

Grieving Man : Get out of our land! Never again will the home of the Tarans need Victoria's ensign!

Janie : ......
You want... me gone?

Sorrowful Woman : We've got no choice.
You saw how... I never even did any wrong, and yet... none of you would just let me go...
I think... Ronan was right, we have a chance now. If we can just win, then nobody will ever come hassling me or Craig again... *sob*...

Janie : Craig... do you...?

Craig : ......
We don't need you!

[Someone throws a stone onto Janie. ]

Janie : A... stone?

"Have you seen the looks in their eyes before?"
"In their eyes, no matter how you behave..."
We aren't the same kind.

<Background black>

Janie : So it was... me who never figured it out.
I should go.

<Background 2>

Horn : The troops are retreating in defeat. Over half the blocks in this city will very soon fall into the spectre force's hands.

Bagpipe : How'd they break so quick?! I was thinkin', even if their organization and trainin' was rock-bottom level, at least they could hold out until tomorrow mornin'.

Horn : You noticed how that squad from the barracks behaved just now, didn't you?

Bagpipe : I saw it. We were holdin' the stadium together, but then once the enemy came, they all ran for the rear in a flash. Would've been useless no matter how we held out.

Horn : They seem to have completely lost their will to fight.

Bagpipe : That might be it. After all, it was a situation just now. The enemy shows up, the residents in refuge all cheer for 'em and open the gates in. Any soldier'd be a little deflated watchin' a scene like that.

Horn : But Colonel Hamilton doesn't seem in any way like the kind who gives up this easily. He especially values County Hillock.
The barracks might be at a disadvantage right now, but they didn't seem to be in any chaos at all when they retreated. They still had firm organization.
I can only believe that this present state still falls into the Colonel's plans. He has some other intent in this war situation.

Bagpipe : Closest forces are County Kevin's barracks. If we sent out the signal for help, they could get here by evenin' soonest.

Horn : ...Assuming they receive the signal in the first place.

Bagpipe : Worried about problems with the comms system?

Horn : It's our third day since coming here, and we still haven't received any news from Londinium. County Hillock is like a lone island at this moment.

[Sounds of fighting are heard across Hillock. ]

Horn : –

Bagpipe : No problem, just a few grenades and a wee squad of mixed forces. I'll sort it out. This street's still safe for the time bein'.

Horn : Bagpipe... remember in training when you just joined us, I gave you two hours of weighted handstand push-ups as a punishment.

Bagpipe : Course I'd never forget, Leader. Wasn't much of a bad punishment as far as I'm concerned, but for a while, I really thought you didn't like me too much.

[Explosions and shots are heard in the distance. ]

Horn : I never told you why.
Actually, it was because you told me as you were reporting in, you'd stuffed mince pudding and blankets in your marching bag.

Bagpipe : Eh? That's a hometown treat. It's good, honest.

Horn : You said much the same at the time.
On the day of the solo cross-country test, you were already starving when you came back, and you obviously kept food in your bag, but you still wouldn't eat it.

Bagpipe : Couldn't really bear to... I was goin' to have it as a reward for myself, once the trainin' was over. Scoff it down at the happiest moment.

Horn : I once maintained that a person too attached to her home, unable to surmount the past, could not become a good officer.
So, though your grades at Royal Guard were exceptional, and Instructor Slim spared no effort in recommending you to me, I still had doubts as to your potential.

Bagpipe : So that's what it was! But you've been awful nice to me since.

Horn : You proved yourself.
I gradually came to understand. It's only because you have an indestructible attachment in you, that you could become who you are today, a most excellent Victorian soldier, someone to surpass me.

[More explosions are heard. ]

Horn : Bagpipe, what I say next, you need to listen well–
We have to give up on this block. I'm about to take Cello's group to a comms base in the northeast corner. We're hoping it hasn't been occupied by the spectre force yet.
And you, go immediately to the contact station, find a Messenger, and ensure you find them a way out of the city too.
If there's already no way left, then make one.
Bagpipe, I order you. Shy at no cost. You have to relay out what's happened in County Hillock.

<Background fades out and in>

Busy Youth : Dammit. The others are all with The Leader doing more meaningful things, and I get the rotten luck of sweeping up here...
Funny now that I think about it. There's fighting going on all over. Why would The Leader insist I sweep clean around the statue?

[As the young man walks awy, Janie grabs him. ]

Busy Youth : Huh? Who is it... What are you grabbing at me for?

Janie : ......
Is this where... Saoirse died?

Busy Youth : Saoirse? You mean the traitor The Leader executed? Yeah, it was all her fault. She's dead, and you want me here bloody sweeping up these ashes...

Janie : You mean, what you're sweeping is...

Busy Youth : Rubbish, nothing more.

Janie : ...No.
She... She was a good girl. To her family, to her friends... she was so warm. She gave... everything for this city.
Why? What... did she even do wrong? She teared up just reading romance novels–she'd never have it in her to harm anyone...

Busy Youth : Wh... What in the world's wrong with you?
Do you sympathize with this traitor? Just who are you?!

Janie : She's not called "traitor." Her name is Saoirse.
She shouldn't be lying here so alone. I'm taking her back home.

Busy Youth : You've got a screw loose. I'm leaving.

[The young man leaves... ]

<Background fades out and in>

[...and reports Janie's presence to a Dublinn soldier. ]

Dublinn Soldier : What's happening over there?

Busy Youth : Sir! There's someone strange, crouching there, going on and on about taking the traitor home! I think she might be an enemy as well, and a traitor too!!

Dublinn Soldier : Alright, good on you for reporting.

[While Janie is gathering up Saoirse's cremated ashes, a Dublinn soldier approaches her. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Hey, who are you?

Janie : ......
(...Saoirse, maybe you were wrong, and so was I.)
(You used your life to protect these people, and they didn't even care that you did. And they welcomed the rioters, too. The way this city's turned out now, they're not that innocent at all.)

Dublinn Soldier : Are you from the other side?

Janie : The other side? I don't know anymore–which side I'm even stood on.

Dublinn Soldier : Don't move! Any more, and your skull is–

[The Dublinn soldier is shot dead by several Victorian soldiers who have just arrived. ]

Victorian Soldier : Dealt with yet another few.

[Several Dublinn soldiers and sympathizers are killed after a short skirmish. ]

Victorian Soldier : Rabblesome dregs... hah, I'll take however many I can do in on the retreat.
Hey, Vouivre over there, have you seen more of them about?

Janie : (...Dregs.)
(Calling Saoirse rubbish. Of course they're dregs.)
They just went running that way.

Victorian Soldier : We'll head right over–

[The Victorian soldiers pursue the fleeing Dublinn soldiers. ]

「It seemed as if I heard the residents' shrieks, and seemed too as if I'd heard nothing at all.
I only thought of bringing Saoirse away, but no matter how I tried to put the strength in my fingers, the ash would still slip and fall through the cracks. 」

Janie : Saoirse...

「A hand reached out to me. 」

Outcast : Time to get clear out, Jane.

<Background 3>

Outcast : Here, lemon tea. Warm up.

Janie : *Sob*...

Outcast : If you want to cry, just let it out.

Janie : ...I can't get the tears out.

Outcast : I can feel your anger. Do you hate them?

Janie : Perhaps...

Outcast : You got those soldiers to grab a Taran who supports the riots. That make you feel any better?

Janie : ...No.
Maybe, I hate myself even more.
If... I didn't hand that slip over, Saoirse wouldn't have died, would she?
But all I wanted was to stop a bigger conflict... I thought, so long as I stood up, I could change...

Outcast : We wouldn't call it fate if it always went how we wanted.
Jane, can I tell you a story?

Janie : Go on. I'll try to listen.

Outcast : I'll keep it short.
Decades ago, when I was about your age... No, maybe a bit older, back when I worked for the Church–

Janie : You don't seem a thing like those Laterano clerics.

Outcast : Years and experience are pretty good at changing a person.
They had me arbitrating a war. Who the sides were, or why they were fighting, that's not important anymore. The parties responsible for getting the ball rolling are probably all dust anyway.
I just remember, there was a city asking for my help. I told them to lay their weapons down, I was ready to be their go-between, and off I went for peace talks with a general from the side sieging the place.
The people in the city really weren't up for it, with the whole 'surrendering to tyranny' thing, so I took some drastic measures to get them talking, but we still never came to an agreement, in the end.
I gave up hope and left, bringing with me just a few who were willing to quit fighting, but the second day after I left, the city was breached.
Pretty much everyone who stayed ended up dead.
I believe... a good chunk of them all thought, nearing death's door, I'd still come and protect them in the end. But I didn't.
Looking back, I guess I was on the other side. I was the sinister pretender who'd given them hope, gotten them massacred.

Janie : But you're not!

Outcast : You sure? Who can say?
After that, I renounced my appointment as a cardinal, and left Laterano.

Janie : It sounds like you tried your best...

Outcast : Really? What if I kept at it, tried harder to stop the massacre that was coming?

Janie : Then you probably couldn't save a single one.

Outcast : Or maybe I shouldn't have gone there with unrealistic hopes in the first place. Maybe I should've walked up and put a bullet in the head of the brute about to butcher an entire city.

Janie : Wouldn't that... have other consequences?

Outcast : No one can tell you the consequences of opening fire before you do it.
But still, are you telling me you'd stand by and watch–just let evil happen over and over, and over again?

Janie : ...I wouldn't.
You're right. No matter how I keep questioning myself... I don't regret it at all.

<Background 2>

Horn : Bagpipe... I hope you can still make it.

[Horn receives a call from Triangle... ]

Horn : Triangle?

[...and when she anwers, sounds of fighting are heard over the radio. ]

Horn : You came in at the right time. I'm about to dash for a communications center, position not far from here. You don't have to enter the city, we'll rendezvous directly at the outskirts–

Triangle : ...Leader.

Horn : What happened to you?! You sound in awful shape! Were you wounded?

Triangle : Hah... not a... big issue... ahah... forget it, it's a little big. But no need... to fuss about me.
Leader, I don't have much time. We've definitely found what we were looking for.
These Originium products were sent to the artillery battalion.

Horn : Artillery battalion?! The barracks' one?

[An explosion over the radio momentarily cuts off the call. ]

Triangle : Yes, absolutely. We're in here right now.

Horn : The barracks have already been breached by the spectre force?!

[More explosions and shots over the phone interfere the call. ]

Triangle : To be honest, I don't know.
Another thing you need to know. The Originium products we found had all gone through modification.

Horn : What kind of modification?

Triangle : I only came by a part of it. Their structures aren't whole, someone's taken out the parts with active Originium... Do you still remember the serial bombing case at Stockton?

Horn : The offending group created a huge amount of incompletely combusting bombs, and caused grave Originium dust pollution in the core district, in retaliation against the government.

Triangle : Right... hah... you get what I mean.
They have us surrounded... we're out of luck hiding...

Horn : And Snare? The others?!

Triangle : Snare's... next to me. There's a bolt clean through her heart... she went without too much pain, fortunately. Bass and Mandolin are still in the warehouse. Sorry. I couldn't bring them...

Horn : ......
You did all you could. You're a fine leader.

Triangle : Am I, then...? Surely not as good as you, Leader.

[A heavy shot is heard over the radio. ]

Triangle : These hostiles... they're bizarre. They use weapons just like ours. And on top of that, I can hear... familiar call-outs...
Just who... is our enemy?

Horn : ......
That's not important, Triangle. You all come back alive for me, you hear that? This is an order!

Triangle : Hah... got it, Leader. I'll keep it in mind.

[An explosion preceded by a grenade shot is heard over the radio, cutting off the call. Now the radio goes static. ]

Operation story: 9-10

After operation

Summary

Horn is stymied by the colonel's people. Outcast is with Rhodes Island Operators making arrangements for a retreat, when she hears an unworldly sound from the sky. Bagpipe finds a Messenger, but right at that moment, the barracks commences a major bombardment of the city districts.

<Background 1>

Horn : Given I'm here, all of you can come out now.

[Col. Hamilton's adjutant, Hill, appears from behind. ]

Adjutant Hill : Lieutenant.

Horn : How are my people?

Adjutant Hill : Your subordinates are here. Rest assured, they're only unconscious.

Horn : I don't mean Cello's group.
You know who I mean.

Adjutant Hill : –

[Being furious, Horn pushes her shield at Hill. ]

Horn : Don't push me, or it won't be my shield against your chin.

Adjutant Hill : *Cough*, *cough* *cough*... If you're going to draw your sword, you'll be attacking a colleague...

Horn : Heh. Colleague?
At what point, since the moment we entered County Hillock, have you ever treated us as colleagues?!
Answer me!!!

Adjutant Hill : Hff–
Even supposing... you... cut my throat here... you can't alter... the Colonel's decision...

Horn : Is that so?
You've never heard the degree of what the Tempest Platoon's soldiers can do, have you?
How many did Triangle cost you? Half your own company?
It's just me alone here. But I guarantee you, you won't want to know how long it takes me to put you all to rights.

Victorian Soldier : L–Lay down your weapons!
Or else, w... we'll kill her on the spot!

Horn : ...Cello.
......

Victorian Soldier : I mean it! Make one move, and my crossbow's shooting straight through her neck!

Horn : ............
Alright.
You win.

[In an act of defiance, Horn bashes Hill with her shield before running away, but other soldiers immediately arrest her. ]

Victorian Soldier : Subdue her! Quickly, together now, we can't let her touch her sword and shield again!

Horn : Hill... you tell Hamilton...
Victoria is ashamed of him.

[Horn is pinned onto the ground by the soldiers. ]

Adjutant Hill : The Colonel has no need whatsoever for Victoria's gratitude.

<Background 2>

Outcast : Got the data all nice and pretty?

Operator Fred : Yes, Lass, it's all in here.

Outcast : Wonderful.
I see Oliver's all done with the comms too.

Operator Oliver : Collaborating businesses have received notice. As per the agreement clauses, they can either seek an office in another city nearby, or terminate the contract.
*Sigh*. Looking at it, these aren't losses for us to sneeze at.

Outcast : Rhodes Island isn't the only company taking a hit in the chaos of war.

Operator Oliver : True, no way around that. I just look at the chairs and tables in here and there's a twinge in my heart. This place of ours was still empty, back when I first came to County Hillock.

Outcast : A little early for separation anxiety, Oliver. How do you know we won't be right back, huh?

Operator Oliver : You're right. *Sigh*. I hope this city can return to the old peaceful everydays soon enough.

Operator Shredder : Storehouse medications, inventory finished.

Outcast : I need you to ration out these meds. Each one of you needs to bring enough emergency medication, make sure everyone makes it smoothly to the closest branch office.

Operator Shredder : There's still a lot left over, sharing like that.

Operator Oliver : There'll be some pressure if we take it all. We don't have that many hands, after all.

Outcast : Shredder's quiet as ever, but I can tell, you have your own ideas.

Operator Shredder : The people in the city... They need medicines.

Outcast : Turns out I think so too. If this war scales up, everything's gonna be in short supply, especially Oripathy painkillers and suppressants that need to be taken long-term.
You must have a list of hospitals in the area?

Operator Shredder : Already sorted.

Outcast : Think of a way to get it to them. No matter who these organizations serve, get as much as you can to all of them.
And don't forget the little alley clinics. Plenty of them out there without signs, but a lot of our friends around here rely on them.

Operator Oliver : Lass, is this really proper? We never bypass local healthcare, directly providing medical organizations and individuals with pharmaceuticals.

Outcast : Desperate times call for desperate measures. And it's not like a hospital's gonna refuse an 'anonymous donation' from concerned citizens, right?

Operator Oliver : True! So you got it all figured out, eh. But then, who'll take charge of sending it? The people around all know we're Rhodes Islanders.

Janie : I will... I can help Shredder parcel the medicine, and then I'll deliver it.

Outcast : Jane, you all better?

Janie : My wounds aren't bleeding anymore.

Outcast : You know I'm not asking about the wounds.

Janie : I didn't want to be tucked alone in a corner crying while you were all bustling about.

Outcast : I'm glad you can help, but we've got a lot of meds here.

Janie : Please, trust a Vouivre's stamina.

Outcast : I just don't want Rhodes Island work getting in the way of your own plans.

Janie : It's alright. From here to the zone of battle, there just so happens to be plenty of hospitals and clinics along the way.
Once I'm done delivering, I'll rejoin you.

<Background fades out and in>

Janie : Just a little left. We'll be done with wrapping in no time.

Outcast : Then it's about time we got on our way.

「As Outcast speaks, she draws a revolver from the holster at her side. 」

Operator Oliver : Whoa. That's your gun?

Outcast : That it is.
For a Sankta, pre-op prep's only complete once your gun's loaded.

Operator Oliver : It doesn't look like your chamber's full.

Outcast : Under normal circumstances, five rounds is enough to do the trick.

Operator Oliver : When I was back at the landship and ate with Barty's group, I heard a lot of stories from the field about you.
You once took down three Columbian bandits with a single bullet, and used three to scatter a whole mercenary team.
If I had to guess, there wouldn't be an enemy out there worth six straight shots?

Outcast : Can't say for sure. After all, there's always a bigger beast.
But I made a promise to someone that I'd never fire a sixth round lightly–because we made a bet.

Janie : I can't help but be curious. What kind of bet would make someone like you change up how you work?

Outcast : That's a long story.
The short version is that friend of mine tried every way under the sun to show me an easy retirement.
And I always had a feeling that even if I retired for real, someone like me just couldn't live peaceful.

Janie : Like right now?
I never imagined County Hillock could turn so restless. It was just a day or two ago, we were all huddled together playing cards and drinking tea...

Outcast : A lot of times, a situation's like the color of the sky, shifting on and on.
If it's up to me, I'd sure like this retreat operation to go nice and quiet-like. Best case scenario, I don't even need to fire one round.

Operator Shredder : ...Lass, it's all ready.

Janie : Friends, it's time to say goodbye.

Operator Oliver : Janie...

Janie : You don't need to be so sad, Uncle Oliver. I trust in what Outcast says–we can surely see each other again!

Operator Shredder : Jane, be careful.

Janie : I will, Shredder. All of you too, be sure to take care of yourselves.

[A distant explosive sound from the sky is heard. ]

Janie : Oh... did I hear thunder?

Operator Shredder : ...It'll be raining soon enough.

Outcast : No. Something's not right about that sound. Jane, stay inside for now!

<Background 3>

[Bagpipe knocks the door. ]

Bagpipe : Mr. Chef, Mr. Chef, are you here?!

[MacMartin responds to Bagpipe's call. ]

Chef MacMartin : Agh! Yes, I'm here, I'm here! Stop it with the banging! There's too much lampblack on our office door. Can't stand up to knocks.

[MacMartin opens the door and Bagpipe rushes inside. ]

Bagpipe : Okay, good, you're still here... here's the thing, I need a Messenger, we've got important information that needs sendin' out!

Chef MacMartin : Yeah, I understand. Fancy that, I've got something to give to you too.

Bagpipe : Eh? What's this? A piece of... paper?

Chef MacMartin : It's a list of stationed officers–the one named Louis Kelly, he just handed it to me.

Bagpipe : Captain Kelly? How'd he get in touch with you?

Chef MacMartin : Relax, he's got no clue who I am. It was only 'cause I was the last person he ran into.
I was going to go poking around for the latest. Still remember my actual job, after all... Didn't imagine I'd run into the troops arresting him!

Bagpipe : Arrestin'... him? You mean, Captain Kelly's been arrested by his own?!

Chef MacMartin : They said he was harboring Oripathics! But that can't be right. His son passed from Oripathy a few months ago, the whole city knows that. The first thing he did was report the news his son'd gotten ill!

Bagpipe : These people... usin' such a tragic illness as an excuse? That's beyond shameless!

Chef MacMartin : Not just once or twice, either. For people wanting to use any form of discrimination as a front, it's true, Oripathy is an especially good pretense.
Just take this time. The troops are weeding out any inside people born Taran.
Officers or soldiers, so long as they were kindred with Tarans in some way, were stripped overnight of any right to act freely.

Bagpipe : Clearin' out the barracks' Tarans? In wartime, pressed for people? I've got an awful feelin' about this already.

Chef MacMartin : So, Captain Kelly slipped me this like his life depended on it, wanted me to give it to 'the soldier not from this barracks who's constantly been hanging around here as of late'–

Bagpipe : –!
Mr. Chef, this is proof the barracks are makin' illegal Originium weapons!

Chef MacMartin : What?! Hamilton's lost his mind!

Bagpipe : I want you to find a trustworthy Messenger, give 'em this paper and our report about the spectre force both, to be treated as vital intelligence, and taken out of County Hillock straight away!
This is the Captain's endeavor in his final moment! We cannot waste it!

Chef MacMartin : Can't do that. This information's too important, and we can't rely on a civilian Messenger. How about this instead, Miss–I'll make this trip myself.

Bagpipe : Mr. Chef, you were a Messenger too?

Messenger MacMartin : Don't forget, passing on information's part of us lamplighters' profession too. Ah, finally, I can take on a decent assignment at long last. Excitement's got my hands and legs shaking.

Bagpipe : Wait, hold on, there's some sound outside...

Messenger MacMartin : It's lightning, isn't it?

Bagpipe : I'm feelin' doubtful about that.

Messenger MacMartin : It's fine, I've been here in County Hillock how many years now. The weather changes when it wants to. Used to it at this point.
A little lightning and rain can't hold me back! I'm off!

[MacMartin runs outside to deliver the message. ]

<Background 1>

The Messenger charges into the recess of the street with nary a look back.
On his head, a hard rain is pouring down, and the thunder gradually nears, getting concentrated, louder–

<Background 2>

Bagpipe : This... this isn't lightning!
No, Mr. Chef–

[Bagpipe rushes outside to warn MacMartin, but it is too late... ]

<Background fades out>

Bagpipe : –This is bombardment!!!

[As the "rain" falls heavier... ]

<Background 1>

[...explosions are heard everywhere. The thunderous sounds roaring across Hillock turns out to be a destructive atrillery shelling! ]

The Messenger isn't in time to hear her words.
Countless shells come down with the rain, exploding the moment they contact the ground and walls.
The blast waves tear effortlessly through the gel material, blisteringly and ferociously melting the metal makeup, but the more fearsome thing takes advantage of the illness that bores beneath the city's muscle and bone–
Incomplete combustion sees immense formations of Originium crystal, solidifying dense within the open wounds of streets and buildings, as if in the dirty rain, identically and rapidly, bloom pure black flowers.

Operation story: 9-12

Before operation

Summary

A dirty bomb detonates in the city, leaving countless dead and wounded. The Rhodes Island operators decide to rescue the local residents before their evacuation, with Jane joining their rescue operation. Bagpipe finds that the Messenger has perished and decides to make her way through the city to regroup with Horn.

<Background 1>

Outcast : Is everyone okay?

Operator Oliver : We took cover in time, thanks for the warning... *cough*, Janie, what about you? You in one piece?

Janie : I'm okay. Outcast covered me proper.
But... what happened outside?
I hear lots of screaming... and the children...

Outcast : Jane, don't go outside yet! All of you, stay low and stay in cover. Get away from the windows!
An explosion of this scale always comes in waves–

[True to what Outcast says, the shelling continues. ]

Operator Fred : Aarrrggh! M-My leg... The bookshelf's got my leg pinned...

Outcast : Will, give Fred a hand!

[Will rushes toward Fred and help Outcast pull the fallen bookshelf away from his legs. ]

Operator Fred : Ha... thanks, mate. I can move now.

Outcast : Are you bleeding anywhere?

Operator Fred : I'm fine. Just a little bit.

Outcast : Do we have a first aid kit? Take that acute infection inhibitor right now!

Operator Fred : Huh? Lass, I got a gash on my leg 'cause of the splinter, that's all.

Outcast : No, you don't get it.
Right now, you're at the highest possible level of infection risk. Did you see the black crystal that smashed through the windows?

Operator Fred : M-My god... I...

Operator Shredder : Is that Active Originium...?!

Outcast : That it is.

Janie : You mean, all the black stuff that's blanketing the streets... All of it?!

Outcast : I'm afraid so.

Janie : I... I can't believe it...

Operator Oliver : D-Doesn't this mean the whole city's in terrible danger?!
Dammit! Lass, we've gotta hurry and rescue the townsfolk! We're short on time, but we need to save as many as we can!

Outcast : Any objections?

Operator Shredder : I figured Oliver would raise his hand.

Operator Oliver : Mock me all you want later, but get your arse moving now and get that first aid kid packed! Fred, you're hurt. Stay here and coordinate the rest of us! Will, go home and check on your parents–

Operator Will : I can go with the rest of you...

Operator Oliver : Don't be an idiot, boyo. Family's more important than work! Bring some medicine with you, and check on your neighbors once you're done helping your family!

Operator Will : Thank you, Boss...

Operator Oliver : Shredder, old mucker, looks like you and I've got a few more streets to take.

Outcast : Don't forget about me, Oliver. It may only be a temporary arrangement, but I am an operator under your wing nonetheless.

Operator Oliver : Lass, don't be absurd.

Outcast : I'm being serious. Leave the District Ten and its surroundings to me.

Operator Oliver : That's the epicenter. It's way too dangerous...

Outcast : Do we have a choice? Give me a temporary set of comms too. We'll give each other progress reports.

Janie : I'm going too...

Operator Oliver : Er, Janie, this rescue op's not a playdate, and you've not gone through training like the rest of us. You don't need to put yourself in harm's way.
Whose bloody idea was it to dump all this Active Originium on a town anyway?! They've got to be out of their minds!

Outcast : They bombed so much land in such a short period of time... Whoever planned this attack must've at least ten brand new ground suppression howitzers.

Janie : That much artillery...

Outcast : I watched the battle over the past two days from afar, and there are some formidable Casters among the so-called rioters. That gives their force a certain degree of stealth capability.
–But that's not enough to hide so much materiel coming into town, especially not from the garrison's watchful eyes.
And they're not stupid enough to point their cannons at a city block they finally managed to bring under their control. As if they'd blow up all the locals, their own men included.

Janie : You–you mean...

Outcast : Jane, you know the answer.

Janie : No, it can't be...
You mean our men annihilated a city block? It was us... who killed all those townsfolk, condemned countless more to death by Oripathy?

Outcast : It's the barracks.
They know they can't win a war with the Tarans on the other side. With no way to tell friend from foe, they'll take them all down in one shot, even the common folks.
And they used a dirty bomb precisely because it saves them the trouble later on. The Infected get rounded up, and that gives them the most righteous excuse to dispose of the Tarans.

Janie : They used... the people as a tool like that? Isn't the Victorian Army meant to protect its citizens?

Outcast : You're agitated. I can tell. That's because you've got a kind heart that most soldiers lack.
Over the last few centuries, the Victorian Army has trampled all kinds of nations and peoples across the world, and it was never out of the goodness of their hearts.

Janie : ......
Now I see why the townsfolk thought the rioters were in the right...

Outcast : But they're just as ready to use innocent lives for their own gain. They got different masks on, but the faces under them are just as ugly. What's the difference?

Janie : Then–Is Rhodes Island the only side doing what's right?

Outcast : How well do you know Rhodes Island?

Janie : I trust Uncle Oliver and everyone else here, and I've known to trust you ever since the day we met.

Outcast : And how well do you know me?

Janie : ......

Operator Oliver : Lass, why be so intense? Janie here needs some time to take this all in...

Janie : It's okay, Uncle Oliver. I know what Outcast is trying to tell me.
I really am... thankful you took me in when I had nowhere to go.
And I really am–still confused... Whenever I pick a side, someone tells me I don't belong.
But, at least for the time being, I know what I have to do.
Please let me come with you. I want to help the injured outside as best I can.

Outcast : Even if some of them were throwing rocks at you, chasing you away just a minute ago?

Janie : It's just as you said. I can't stand by and watch evil happen over and over–This has nothing to do with what side I choose.

Outcast : You hear that, Oliver? You're the officer-in-charge of County Hillock. Will you let Jane Willow join our ranks, if temporarily?

Operator Oliver : I–I've got no problem with that!
We've got all the first aid kits packed. Janie, you can come with any one of us.

Janie : I'm going to the central block too...

Operator Oliver : Haha, so you're going with the Lass? Phew, and I thought you'd be scared of her after all that just now.

Outcast : Hmm?

Operator Oliver : Nothing!

Outcast : If everyone's ready, let's go.
Remember, your own safety comes first. You've got lots of contaminated ground to look out for, and enemies to keep in mind too.
Given the situation, forces on either side won't be too friendly to us.

<Background 2>

[The city is now in ruins with Originium crystals sprouting everywhere following the atrillery shelling. Bagpipe tries to look for MacMartin amidst the rubble. ]

Bagpipe : Mr. Chef! Mr. Chef–
Ugh, where to start? We've got wounded everywhere.

[The bombardment continues, though not as intense as before. ]

Bagpipe : *cough*, *cough*...
No, I have to find Chef! He should be around here. I need to get him out of town!
I... Ugh, what's got my leg?

Dublinn Soldier : ......

Bagpipe : A... a hostile?!
–!
No, you're out like a light. No threat to me.

Dublinn Soldier : Kill... me...

Bagpipe : Later. Let me move this rock that's got your leg pinned first.
Huff–
There we go! Oh, it's all mush... And these black crystals... Looks serious.

Dublinn Soldier : Kill... me!
I can't...! The Infected... are dirty... I mustn't be sullied like that!

Bagpipe : Oh, wheesht. Nothin' wrong with hangin' in there to live another day, is there?

Dublinn Soldier : You... don't get it...
This is a fate... worse than death...

Bagpipe : Alright, I don't get it, fine then. I'm lookin' for someone. No one's got help for you now.
Mr. Chef! Mr–

Dublinn Soldier : Hngh...

Bagpipe : What are you tugging my leg for this time? This... This apron! Mr. Chef–!
......
(The rock crushed Chef too. No wonder I couldn't find him.)
(The intel's still here.)
(He tried his best to protect it till the very end. I can tell.)
*Sigh*...
Mr. MacMartin. I don't know your real name–but I will remember you for what you've done.
Rest in peace, my friend in arms.
Your bravery won't go to waste.
......
And you. I need to thank you, nameless hostile.
I should give you what you want. But I can tell, you'll be gone soon even if I don't do a thing.
Any last words?

Dublinn Soldier : ...The Leader.

Bagpipe : You're about to peg out, and your leader's what comes to mind?

Dublinn Soldier : Hah... hahahaha!
We... will give rise... to... a fire of rebirth!

Bagpipe : Where're you looking a–

[More and more enemies appear from the ruins. ]

Bagpipe : Reinforcements?!
The cannons didn't do a thing...
Captain... They're all gonna be in danger!
I need to regroup with them–
My mission's a failure. In that case, takin' the communications center's our last chance!

Operation story: 9-13

After operation

Summary

The colonel releases Horn, and Horn leads her squad to take the city's communications center. In the warzone, Outcast finds the Dublinns' "Leader," now heavily injured and undergoing acute infection, and heads to the injured woman's rescue, steadfast in her beliefs.

<Background 1>

Horn : Colonel Hamilton, I hope you understand what you've done.

Colonel Hamilton : What I've done? I've succeeded in defeating Victoria's enemies, and brought us an all too rare victory.

Horn : You truly think you'll win?

Colonel Hamilton : We have eradicated the rabble occupying the city hall and our other important facilities. You can hear it, can't you? Our troops are taking back the city, bit by bit.

Horn : Suppose things do go as you intend, the spectre force never recovers from this, and you successfully defend County Hillock–
You will still have brought Victoria a terrible, irreconcilable defeat!

Colonel Hamilton : What nonsense are you spouting? I see. You're still soft on those commoners.
Let me say this again, Skamandros. This is war, and victory comes hand in hand with bloodshed.

Horn : Enough rationalizing your actions. The locals here have always been part of your plan.
When you ordered the artillery battalion to make those dirty bombs in secret, the spectre force wasn't anywhere close to infiltrating County Hillock!

Colonel Hamilton : Not one to give up easily, are we?
But fine. All has gone without a hitch, and there's no opportunity left for you to get in the way.

Horn : Without a hitch? Because you fanned the flames of war you saw before you?
War is not an end, but a means.
The wars we fought over the past decades were meant to safeguard Victoria's peace and prosperity. But you? In an afternoon, you laid waste to lifetimes of hard work.
How dare you blindly attack the common folk in the name of the Victorian Army? Regardless of ancestry, these people are still Victorian citizens!

Colonel Hamilton : They call themselves Tarans!

Horn : And how much of our country's population is Taran? One-tenth? One-fifth?
Right. You see them in the minority, but when the ire of so many is set alight, it could very well burn down the whole Empire!

Colonel Hamilton : Hmph. They stand no chance against the might of the Victorian Army.

Horn : They should never have had a need for that chance!
Look at that book you're reading. You marvel at the achievements of the first Aslan king, but did you ever consider what it was that propelled a foreign Aslan to become ruler of Victoria?
If the Aslans hadn't signed an armistice with the Dracos, and if the Draco King Gaeil hadn't yielded to the royal family's decision, the Victoria we know today would never have existed in the first place!
What right do you have–to push Victoria to the brink of civil war once again, all for your own hatred and prejudice?!

Colonel Hamilton : Do you really believe everything you've just spouted, Skamandros?
Do you really believe that I, the commander of a single garrison in the countryside, could steer the Empire of Victoria with a wave of my hand?
Have you ever wondered, why... why Londinium is so deafeningly silent?

Horn : ......

Colonel Hamilton : I could have killed you. Even being the noble you are, Londinium would never hold me accountable for the death of a lieutenant to rebel cannon fire.
But I didn't. I respect your loyalty to Victoria, and I cannot bear to see so-called human nature blunt Her blades.
Open your eyes. The war began long ago! And until the last of our enemies lies dead, we will never have true victory!

Horn : Have you ever considered that all you do could be playing right into those enemies' hands?

Colonel Hamilton : What you fear is, in fact, my greatest hope–
I wish for the fate of the Tarans to be known across all of Victoria!
It is not the people I want to destroy. No, I look to destroy their courage.
I want the whole world to know that, should they dare to turn against us, they must be prepared to withstand the fire of Victoria's rage!

Horn : ......
How much innocent blood will it take to douse these flames you started today?
Grand dukes with sinister motives, all the surrounding countries with their hidden agendas, and the outsiders teeming with ambition–
–With all these ill-meaning sides gathered in one spot, Londinium, maybe even all of Victoria, endures far more pressure than one place should bear.
All those parties, biding their time, need just one little push, and, bang–
The fire will spread, and it won't stop at the Tarans, it will spread all across the once-prosperous lands, sparing no one in its path.

Colonel Hamilton : And how... is that worse than letting the parasites chew you hollow from the inside-out, not doing a thing to stop them?

Horn : It seems there's no going back for you.
In that case, we have nothing further to discuss.

Colonel Hamilton : Perfect, then. I have no need to keep you locked up here. Away with you, if you please.

Horn : Once you release me, I will make sure you answer for your crimes.
I swear this on Triangle's team–No matter what happens, as long as I live, I will see you court martialed!

Colonel Hamilton : Hah. You think that's enough to frighten me?
Listen, Skamandros. If Victoria wishes to lay down judgement, She knows where to find me.

Horn : And I can't wait to see it done.

[Horn walks out and bangs the door. ]

<Background fades out>

Horn : Cello, Oboe, we're making for the communications center.
If Bagpipe fails to escort the Messenger out of the city, then that will be our last chance, and we must seize it.
Considering the situation, the communications center has most likely fallen to the enemy. This will be a difficult battle.
But we've never been the type to shy away.
Forward, soldiers of Victoria! We do this for Triangle now, for her team!

[Horn and the survivors of the 2nd Tempest Platoon move out. ]

<Background fades in>

Colonel Hamilton : What's the situation?
I'm not getting a response–Hill?
You're not here. How dare you desert your post?
Where did you go without my specific instruction?!

<Background 2>

Janie : Phew... There's way too many wounded here...

Outcast : We need to get the ones with light wounds into the buildings that are still standing. Anyone with more serious injuries or symptoms should be taken to the closest clinic–Remember to quarantine them.

Janie : There aren't enough beds in the clinics.
District Seventeen, the Taran quarter, suffered the worst of the damage in the bombardment.
Some residents cleared out an area to set up a few tents with a few dozen beds, to act as a temporary base.
I've passed on all the prevention methods you've taught me, and a few volunteers are moving the less gravely injured to the tents now.
As soon as I finish taking care of the first aid supplies we have left here, I'll go join them.

Outcast : You're good at this, and they trust you too.

Janie : Haha... One of the things I learned in the army over the years is how to make friends.
They always tell me the guards of honor are the face of the military, and I never doubted it. I've got used to them praising Victoria's glory and prosperity with their applause and cheers.

Outcast : That's definitely part of what Victoria means, say what they will.

Janie : But it's not... the whole story.
After the conversation we had, I remembered some things from ages ago I'd forgotten.
My da's a lawyer, and he used to tell me stories about how my grandda's grandda came to Victoria with nothing. He went from rags to riches.
The Victoria he described was an advanced, open-minded, prosperous country.
Here, technology and capital conquered savagery. The people's hard work and wealth wouldn't be destroyed just like that by Catastrophes or racial conflict.
In making it to such a magnificent land, we Vouivre were able to live a "civilized" life, compared to one of barbarism and violence in the old country.

Outcast : Victoria was the most advanced industrialized nation in the world, for a very long time..

Janie : But we had to give up a lot, in order to become Victorians...
When I was five, I climbed to the top of the tallest tree in our garden. My da caught me having a blast and gave me a good scolding.
Then he locked me in my room and gave me dozens of books to read. The next day, he hired a Leithanien piano teacher for me.
I missed the view from the top of the tree, but I didn't give it much thought. I knew my da was doing it for my own good.

Outcast : He was helping you to get used to the rules.

Janie : That's right. Books, piano, the garden... He understood that those were all things we'd need to know, in order to enjoy the life we had.
And, I also remembered another thing...
This one time after school, I saw a few older kids bullying a young Feline girl behind my favorite bakery.
They laughed at her, saying her clothes were dirty and that she didn't know anything.
After they left, I went up to her and gave her a few novels I had in my school bag.
I thought she'd be able to talk to the kids her age once she finished reading them, and the others wouldn't pick on her anymore...
About a week later, I was all excited, went looking for her so we could talk about the books, but she just shook her head and handed them back to me.
I could tell right away. She never even flipped them open. I was really mad. Here I was trying to befriend her, lending her my books, and she wouldn't even accept my kindness.
It wasn't until much later, I realized...
She couldn't read.

Outcast : She was the child of a bakery worker, not even a baker. How was she supposed to get an education? Forget enjoying any of the same things you did.

Janie : It turns out, even being able to read a novel is a luxury.
Victoria's always been an unequal society, hasn't it?
I wasn't willing to accept that before... I'd let myself grow accustomed to the "rules," and that was how I became a proper Victorian. And those who live outside the rules, well, our country would never accept them.

Outcast : It takes courage to open your mind on your own like that.
Waking up from a dream of a glorified imagination of a civilization, shaped by a people's collective consciousness isn't easy. Trust me, I know that better than anyone.

Janie : Because you're from Laterano?

Outcast : Because I left Laterano.

Janie : If we get the chance, I'm hoping to hear about your past... instead of having you listen to the silly troubles of an ordinary girl.

Outcast : You're not ordinary, Jane. No one should call herself ordinary.

Janie : Thanks. All your comfort's keeping me from wasting away, honestly, wallowing in my misery.

Outcast : You've never stopped putting in the effort to do your best work.

<Background fades out and in>

Janie : I've got everything packed. I'll take it over to the temporary medical base now.

Outcast : Stay alert on the way.

Janie : Right. The whole city's in chaos. Thankfully, the garrison's stopped attacking, and the rioters have mostly dispersed. As long as the citizens can band together, there's still hope for County Hillock.

Outcast : Man is far stronger than we can ever imagine. A lot of ambitious types find themselves on the wrong side of history when they underestimate that.

Janie : *Sigh*. The biggest problem is we don't have enough medicine.

Outcast : We can at least clean and bandage their wounds.

Janie : I still have medicine with me. I don't need the ones you've shared just yet.
If I can use some of it, we might be able to save a few more souls.

Outcast : Put it back. Don't even think about it.
Make sure you're safe before you go saving anyone else. So you can save even more of those who need saving.

Janie : Yeah... Okay, I got it.
I'll come back once I'm done delivering this.

Outcast : We've taken care of most of the wounded here.

Janie : Are you going to head to the other side of the statue?

[Fred contacts Outcast. ]

Operator Fred : Oi, Lass, I'm scoping the area with my binoculars, and I'm seeing an injured girl not far away from where you are.

Outcast : Any details?

Operator Fred : She's young. I can't make out her race... Vouivre, maybe?

Outcast : How is she looking?

Operator Fred : Not good. I think I see a huge Originium shard sticking through her abdomen. Chances are she's infected now. Looks like she's lost too much blood and passed out as well.

Outcast : I'm heading there now.

Operator Fred : Wait... Lass, that's an active warzone!
I don't see any hostiles nearby, but that area was taken over by the rioters not long ago. Besides, the building right behind her is their command center!

Outcast : So?

Operator Fred : That wounded lass is very likely one of their key personnel.

Outcast : Since when has Rhodes Island cared about sides when providing aid to those in need?

Operator Fred : Sorry. This isn't a judgement I can make... Oliver, have you been listening in?

[Oliver patches himself in. ]

Operator Oliver : Yes... Lass, I'm not prepared to act rashly either. If she has to do with this whole mess, it might be risky for our company.

Outcast : I get it. You see someone at the center of a power struggle, and who just got infected.
What I see instead is an Infected who is gonna die in the power struggle afterwards.
And before she finally dies, a whole bunch of other struggles will swirl around her, sending even more to their deaths.
But as long as there's still a glimmer of hope that I can stop that ugly mess, I can't give up.

Operator Oliver : Lass... I can't talk you out of it... but I will follow your lead.

Outcast : No, Oliver, I'm in no position to give you orders, and I certainly don't want to.
But remember, and make sure you write this in your after action report–
This isn't a Rhodes Island elite operator making a call. This is Outcast's personal decision.

Operator Oliver : But...

Outcast : Right, and don't forget your "but."
"Temporary Operator Outcast did not follow the officer-in-charge's evacuation orders and opted to rescue an individual who constituted a security risk." Something like that.

Operator Oliver : Say what you want, even... Forget Rhodes Island. You're putting yourself in serious danger!

Outcast : And that is why we can't drag even more people into this mess.
It's better if Rhodes Island has nothing to do with this operation. You and your operators can follow the original plan. As soon as the rescue operation is done, you get out of County Hillock with all the documents.

[Shredder patches himself in. ]

Operator Shredder : Lass... I'll stay with you.

Operator Oliver : Shredder?!

Operator Shredder : Oliver, feel free to add another note to the report, that you fired me here on the spot.

Operator Oliver : You've got to be out of your mind!
Okay, yeah... Fine. Go. You're saving an Infected, aren't you? That's Rhodes Island's bread and butter!
I'm not leaving without any one of you. Get to the rendezvous point on time!

Outcast : Thanks, Oliver. You're a great leader.
Shredder, I appreciate the help, but I hope you'll take my advice.
That is–Stay here.
I'll go by myself. Whatever happens, do not come after me. Go straight to the rendezvous point.

Operator Shredder : Right... I'll be there.

[Outcast signs off. ]

Janie : Outcast...

Outcast : Jane, you aren't trying to stop me, are you?

Janie : Are you really going to save her? I heard she was one of the rioters' central figures...
She might even be the one who killed Saoirse!

Outcast : Honestly, I doubt a mysterious group with big plans would leave their true leader to die on the street.

Janie : Phew... That's alright, then... I–I feel much better now.

Outcast : –
But what if she was the one who killed her? What would you do? Would you ask me to leave her to die?

Janie : ......
To tell the truth... I don't know.
But I agree with what you said. She's a poor Infected girl who desperately needs our help.
I guess I might ask her once she's out of danger...
Never mind, I'm probably overthinking it. I'll stop wasting your time.

Outcast : Off I go then.

Janie : Hold on. One more thing...
Remember what you told me? Make sure you're safe yourself before you help anyone else!

Outcast : Well, lookie here. Our little Janie's trying to educate me.

Janie : No... I wouldn't presume to...

Outcast : Don't worry.
It's just as we said–I'm saving a regular old Infected.

Operation story: 9-14

Before operation

Summary

To retrieve "The Leader", the Dublinn heads begin to massacre anyone who dares to oppose them. Jane stands up against them to save the townsfolk.

<Background 1>

「5:57 P.M. \ Rainy
County Hillock, Unoccupied house in the vicinity of District Ten 」

Severely Infected : Hnngh...

Outcast : Finally awake, huh?
Considering the damage your lungs have taken, just breathing is going to hurt like a bitch. You'd better save your air.

Severely Infected : *cough*, *cough*...

Outcast : Your abdomen was pretty much torn open... you're in worse shape than I thought. What kept you alive?
Aha... not that I'm a doctor, but I know a thing or two about the anatomy of this race or that.
My friend thought you were a Vouivre. You can't blame him for that. He's young. He never saw your ancestors tromping across the world.

Severely Infected : Hnnnng–!

Outcast : Simmer down. That wouldn't be good for you.
I've seen your Arts, and I've taken some precautions. I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to set this house on fire.

Severely Infected : ......

Outcast : Now look at that face there. Feeling a little relieved now that you know you can't fight me?
That might be more natural than your instinct to defend yourself–Might be the truer emotion, one from a deeper place in your heart.

Severely Infected : No...

Outcast : Sounds like you're mighty friendly with that word.
You were forced to become someone you don't want to be. I can see that in your pain.
Who's using you? The moneyed ones who just have to stick their hands everywhere? Maybe the shadows in the high tower? Or some thirsty nationalists ready to bring their country back?
No, none of those. You're a gang with a puppet for a leader. There's no way you could've put this together in such a short time under Londinium's watchful eyes.
–
You... you're a lesser kind of shadow, shoved out onto the stage.
Now does that mean your puppetmaster's of your same blood?

Severely Infected : Stop...

Outcast : Stop what? Too scared to even let me talk about him? Or is it her?
Sure enough. It's not just you. The whole of Victoria... no, the whole world trembles in fear of that one.
She must be about your age, but she turned the tables on the ones who'd use her, and so quickly too.
It looks like change is coming sooner than I thought... We'll need to be ready.

Severely Infected : You... Latera...no...

Outcast : No need to go guessing at my motives.
I didn't care who you were when I decided to save you. Now I actually know who you are, but it hasn't changed my mind one bit.

Severely Infected : You... are...

Outcast : You're better off not knowing who I am.
As soon as you're strong enough to move, you'd best skedaddle. And don't ever tell anyone who saved you either.
I'm not gonna let you die here. That's all you need to know.

Severely Infected : ......
Okay... Thank...

Outcast : You can thank me later. All I can do right now is remove the infected tissue and stop the bleeding.
You got run through with the most infectious kind of Active Originium. A heaping helping of Originium granules shot into your circulatory system through those wounds.
I gave you an inhibitor shot, but I'm afraid that won't be enough to stop crystals from forming in your organs and even on your skin there.
Soon enough, you'll pass out again with a fever. That's a good thing. Then you won't have to deal with the nasty inside-out pain that comes with the acute attack.
You may cough up blood. I'll try to keep your head up so you don't drown in your own blood vomit.

Severely Infected : Ugh.... Mm-hmm...

Outcast : And that's just the start of the suffering. You probably can't go back to your old life. Oripathy's writing a whole new course for you.
Your followers will abandon you. Some will hate you, look down on you. It won't be easy for you to lead again, and it'll be hard to get your kin to accept you as you are now.

Severely Infected : Hah...

Outcast : Oh? There's that face again. That's not despair. No, that's relief, at becoming an Oripathy patient?
Well, I don't blame you. No matter how intense the artillery barrage, it's never enough to pin down a young red dragon.
You're looking to dodge destiny, but fighting something like that's gonna come with a hefty price tag.
I got one thing wrong there–
You may be less belligerent than your kin, but you're just as tenacious, and no less courageous.

Severely Infected : Ughh...!

Outcast : Relax. Get some sleep. I'll be here.

Severely Infected : It's... too...
...dangerous...

[The severely infected woman falls into unconsciousness. ]

Severely Infected : ............

Outcast : It's dangerous here? That's what you manage to squeeze out before you go dark?
–
It's definitely a little too quiet.
I'm gonna say you're more than just a pawn to them. Looks like a change of plans.
This is a risk, but Rhodes Island needs your intel... I'm sure Kal'tsit will understand.

<Background 2>

[Amidst a heavy rain, a Dublinn soldier reports to a group of Dublinn commanders. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Report. We haven't found her.

[One of the Dublinn commanders punch the soldier. ]

"The Bandit" : You idiot!
What good are you morons when you can't even keep track of one girl?!

Dublinn Soldier : S-Sorry!

"The Immolator" : You're sure she was struck?

Dublinn Soldier : Yes... One of my sentinels saw it himself. There was an execution this morning when the bombardment happened, The Leader might've...

"The Bandit" : She's our bloody Leader! You understand, don't you?!
You remember what you swore when you joined? Now you run with your tail between your legs the moment the enemy shows?!

Dublinn Soldier : It–It all happened so fast! We didn't have time to respond...
Besides, The Leader said she wanted some time alone, and ordered to keep everyone away...

"The Bandit" : So what if I tell you to drop dead, you gobshite!
And you tell me you're not bloody useless!

"The Immolator" : Stop it. Beating him to a pulp won't do us any good.
We just need to know if she's dead or alive, and where she is.

"The Toxicologist" : Let... me... do it...

"The Immolator" : Alright. Just don't go overboard.

"The Toxicologist" : *Sigh*...

Dublinn Soldier : P-Please forgive me... *sobs*... Please...
What's... going on... Ugh! Bleuch–
Hah... hahahaha!

"The Toxicologist" : Did you see... her...?

Dublinn Soldier : She fell! She fell! Hahahahaha! She fell! Got blown up! Dead!
...dead...

[The Dublinn soldier dies from the "truth serum." ]

"The Immolator" : –That's what you call not overboard?

"The Toxicologist" : I used... too much... Need to... remember this...

"The Bandit" : Well, that's bloody disgusting. Remind me to steer clear of this sick bastard when he tests his drugs out.

"The Immolator" : At least we know he wasn't lying.
The blast knocked her out right here, and she was heavily injured. It was most likely fatal.

"The Bandit" : But she couldn't have gone far with that wound. So where is she? It's not like she got blasted clean through the ground!

"The Immolator" : I don't mind blowing up the whole street again.

"The Bandit" : Next time you blow anything up, let people KNOW first!

[Two more Dublinn commanders show up. ]

"The Accountant" : Who said we're blowing up a street?

"The Immolator" : We need to find her, even if we have to burn down the whole city to do it. One street won't stop us.

"The Accountant" : It's clowns like you, stupid as the Victorian Army, that make holding this city rapidly more trouble than it's worth.

"The Immolator" : So what do you think we should do?
Who takes the fall when The Leader finds out we lost her, huh?

"The Elocutionist" : The Leader's anger is not the only thing we have to fear.
I invite you to think about it. In the eyes of our many warriors and compatriots, she stands for Dublinn.
If she breaks free of our control, it won't matter whether our enemies or our ill-meaning "friends" get their hands on her. It isn't a happy ending.

"The Bandit" : Come to think of it, she... she knows all our bloody plans!

"The Immolator" : ............
Say, those two ladies... do they know about this?

"The Accountant" : They left as soon as the meeting was over. I don't think they would've caught word just yet.

"The Bandit" : Mandragora's not fond of the girl. She's not going to care.

"The Immolator" : Harmonie... I'm not even sure if she's on our side.

"The Elocutionist" : Watch your words. We all stand by our Leader.

"The Bandit" : Say what you will, I don't care what you do with Harmonie, but Mandragora's a good girl. Don't you dare drag her down.

"The Elocutionist" : Why would we, my friend? She's an inseparable part of our team. Like us, she longs to demonstrate her talents and loyalty to the Leader.

"The Accountant" : I've no idea what Harmonie said to Mandragora, or why it has her hanging onto every word. She's too happy to be doing it, too, almost like she expects something.

"The Immolator" : What's so important about a transmitter that it's worth delaying our victory?

"The Accountant" : The Leader still hasn't shown any hint of approval toward our plans.

"The Elocutionist" : As long as we can prove to her that we've done no wrong, we still have a chance to persuade her yet.

"The Bandit" : So you mean, we still have to look for her?

"The Elocutionist" : Even if we must search the entire city.

"The Bandit" : Alright. Enough chit-chat, then. Let's move!

"The Accountant" : Wait, wake "The Convict" up.

"The Bandit" : Huh? Us five aren't enough to drag her back?

"The Accountant" : Don't forget our agreement. We all will take credit for our achievements.

"The Bandit" : Get a load of you... You'd sell your own mother.
If the idea's to keep the outside from catching wind of this, then what are we doing with these troops?

"The Elocutionist" : Naturally, we'll bring them with us. After all, the more hands, the better, until we find our quarry.

"The Bandit" : And once we do...?

"The Elocutionist" : I'm sure we all know what comes next.
No one can escape Dublinn–
And no one may ever glimpse its secrets.

<Background fades out and in>

Janie : We need to get rid of these bandages–

Young Volunteer : But I washed them already...

Janie : That's not going to help. The whole box has been contaminated by the Originium on the ground. We can't be sure the dust's been completely washed off.

Young Volunteer : Jane, look, I know you're speaking sense, but we don't have enough supplies.
Look over there. They're carrying even more people in. Look at how seriously wounded they are...

Janie : Are those...

Young Volunteer : Do you know them?

Janie : I... yes, I... knew them.
But I don't think they'd want to see me here.
Could you look after them? I'll head for the clinic and see if I can find some supplies.

Young Volunteer : Jane, look! Someone's here!

[A Dublinn soldier shows up. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Out of the way!

Janie : ............

Young Volunteer : Sir, are you here to help us?

Dublinn Soldier : Out of the way means out of the way.

Sorrowful Woman : Wait, are you... Ronan?

Dublinn Soldier : ......
Go block-by-block, and make sure you're thorough! There's a lot of alleys around here, and she could be hiding anywhere! Got it?

Sorrowful Woman : What are you doing, Ronan? It's us! Your neighbors! You put on new clothes and suddenly you don't know us?

Dublinn Soldier : I have... an important mission. Piss off, or don't say I didn't warn you!

Sorrowful Woman : Craig's hurt. Please, help him. He's helped you out so much...

Dublinn Soldier : What are you talking about?!

[The Dublinn soldier, now known as Ronan, pushes the sorrowful woman away, causing her to fall onto the ground. ]

Sorrowful Woman : *Whimpers*... I...

Janie : (The wounds on her back are serious...)
(And her kid, Craig... he's had a bad wound to his head too.)
(I need to stop their bleeding, but I know they don't look kindly on me...)

Dublinn Soldier : You've searched this whole place?
Are you positive no one here matches her description?

Janie : (Are they looking for somebody?)

Dublinn Soldier : Ugh. No... no. All these people shoving in here, it's a mess. What do we say to the higher-ups if more of them sneak in once we turn and leave?

Janie : (Are they... looking for the woman Outcast saved?)
(Does that mean she's in danger...?)
(I need to go.)

Dublinn Soldier : Oi, you lot. Get up, and leave at once!

Young Volunteer : Sir, we have far too many wounded here. None of them can move...

Dublinn Soldier : I give no shit you can't move. Get up and go!
I want all these Oripathics out of this district! Keep an eye out in case they pop. Even the Originium shards outside aren't as dangerous as this lot!
Let's take a fine example. This boy with the bloody face–

Craig : *Whimpers*... M–Ma...

Sorrowful Woman : Craig, Craig! No, please don't take him! I beg you!

Young Volunteer : You! You're not just abandoning them, you're going to kill them?!

Dublinn Soldier : What's your bloody problem?! We're Tarans, all of us! What's wrong with a sacrifice for Tara's great cause?!

Angry Youth : Ronan, that's what you said last time, and that's when we lost Saoirse!

Janie : (Saoirse...?!)
(It's him... He's the one who betrayed Saoirse...)
(And then they took her and... they...)
(He traded Saoirse's life for that uniform!)

Dublinn Soldier : She deserved it! She betrayed–our–trust!
That's what you get for failing to understand our great Leader's struggle! And if you don't cooperate, you're next!

Janie : Enough.

Young Volunteer : Jane? I... I thought you'd left?

Dublinn Soldier : And who do you think you are? Wait, I've seen you before... You're not Taran, are you?

Janie : Please, stop.
You talk like it sounds so light. Who are you to decide who should sacrifice for anything?

Dublinn Soldier : What's that you're holding... A banner?!
You... You're a Victorian soldier!

Janie : Am I...?
......
No, not anymore.
But. If you insist on trampling the lives of the innocent, then I am your enemy.

Dublinn Soldier : Innocent...? Do you know what they've done? You call them innocent?
This child, and everyone here... None of them's got clean hands.

Janie : Then... what about you?
You traded your own people for your position, and now you turn around to oppress them... Who will judge you?

Dublinn Soldier : And who are you standing up all cocksure for? Come on, get her out of here! And round up all the Infected mingling with the Victorian deserter! It's time we clean them up!

Sorrowful Woman : Please, help us! Help...

[Ronan strikes at the sorrowful woman, but Janie blocks it with her banner. ]

Janie : That's far enough.

Dublinn Soldier : What are you trying here? Bugger off already!
Look at you carrying that tatty banner wherever you go. You don't have what it takes to be a real soldier, do you?

Janie : Whether that's so, or whether it's not, I will not let you continue doing evil here.

Dublinn Soldier : Oh, can you not even cop on? What do they have to do with you? You're going to let them fiddle you like this? Thick as a brick up there, you are!

Janie : I...

Craig : ...*Sobs*...

Janie : True, I can't speak Taran.
I can't cross my heart and claim I've experienced the life you all have.
I don't have Oripathy, either.
But...
For the past two years, every day, I've walked the same streets as you.
I've heard your tears. More than that, I've seen your smiles.
I know deep down that we are all the same people, living our lives.
As long as we're human, we will make mistakes. Those who do–should be stopped, and judged. They should be tormented by their own hearts–
But. It's not for some ungrateful brute to decide their fates.

Sorrowful Woman : You... You're going to protect us? You don't hate us?

Janie : *Exhale*... I'd be lying... if I said "not at all."
I'll stop pretending... there's no bitterness between us. What Craig did was wrong, too, and I've no intention of shielding any guilt.
But a friend has taught me–the evil I see before me has to be stopped.
This has nothing to do with which side I'm on. I'm doing what's right.

Sorrowful Woman : Th–Thank you...

Craig : ...Ah...

Janie : Calm down, Craig. You don't need to tug so hard.
It doesn't matter if I was ever a good soldier. I've been ready to fight from the moment I deserted.
But your wounds...
(Rip–)
The banner's the cleanest thing I have on me, and there's a better use for it right now.

「Jane gently wraps the torn piece of the banner around the wounded child's forehead. 」

Craig : *Sobs*... I–I'm sorry... M... Miss...

Janie : Don't worry for now, Craig. You get some rest.
As for you, soldier, it's time you leave–
And before you do, you'll need to pay for what you did to Saoirse.

Dublinn Soldier : What, and you'll make me, all by yourself?

Janie : If I have to.

Angry Youth : ...We're with you too.

[The people rally behind Janie, knowing that she will stand up for them. ]

[Janie raises her banner, signaling the people to rise up against Dublinn. ]

「One by one, the wounded men with less serious injuries step out of their hiding spots and stand behind Jane, the girl with her banner held up high. 」

Dublinn Soldier : What... What are you all doing?!
Are you going to resist Dublinn?! O'Brien, you should be helping me get her! Don't forget how Damian died!

Angry Youth : No, Ronan. I haven't forgotten about Damian, but on the other hand... I haven't forgotten about Saoirse either.
We've done a lot of bad... I'm not blind. Now that it's come to this, I can tell who's really been trying to help us all along.

Dublinn Soldier : She's not even Taran!

Janie : Do you see the looks in their eyes?
We stand together. For now, at the very least.

Dublinn Soldier : You... absolute idiots! You'll all die here for your foolishness!

Janie : Watch your injuries. Don't push yourselves.
Leave these villains to me.
I will win this battle...
No–together, we will win this!

Operation story: 9-18

After operation

Summary

Breaking through the enemy line with her patient in tow, Outcast comes upon Bagpipe, who is also fighting the Dublinns. The two immediately hit it off, and Outcast decides to entrust her patient to Bagpipe, to go find Jane and her friends while she sacrifices herself.

<Background 1>

Dublinn Soldier : I got a report that you spotted a white-haired girl with horns here?

Timid Youth : I'm not sure it's the one you're looking for.

Dublinn Soldier : Speak.

Timid Youth : She's really hurt, right? As in, there's a huge hole through her chest and stomach–

Dublinn Soldier : Go on.

Timid Youth : A gray-haired Sankta came and carried her away. God, her blood spilled all over the place. It was horrifying!

Dublinn Soldier : A Sankta? Are you sure?

Timid Youth : I guarantee you I saw a Sankta. Not a whole lot of them here in County Hillock. If it weren't for the glowing halo on her head, I wouldn't have seen her in the dark.

Dublinn Soldier : Where did they go?

Timid Youth : In that last house there, upstairs. The one with the broken window. She was running up a storm and jumped straight inside.

Dublinn Soldier : Over there? She's that close?

[The Dublinn soldier contact his comrades. ]

Dublinn Soldier : P8, R3, this is B9–What were you two doing?! The target's in this district!
Your team should have already searched every last house on this street an hour ago. How come I haven't heard from you?!
......
What's the funny idea? I'm not getting a peep from you! P8, R3, answer immediately!

[The soldier cannot reach his comrades, angering him. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Dia ár sábháil![note 1]

Timid Youth : Do you need me for anything else, sir? If not, I'll be on my way. And, um, I would appreciate those bandages you promised...

Dublinn Soldier : Bandages?
You won't need them.

Timid Youth : W–What are you doing?!

Dublinn Soldier : Orders from the heads. You've got no one to blame but yourself for seeing what you shouldn't have–

[The Dublinn soldier punches the young man, knocking him down to the ground... ]

Timid Youth : Aaarghhh!

[...but before he could kill him, Bagpipe appears and blocks the attack. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Who are you?!

Bagpipe : Is that what they do these days? Give names before you fight?

Timid Youth : *Whimpers*... Ugh... T-That almost blew my brains out...

Bagpipe : You'd better get goin'. I'll take care of this baddie for you.

Timid Youth : Th... Thank you...

Bagpipe : No need to thank me. All in a day's work.

[The young man runs away. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Piledriver spear... A Victorian!
Quick, tell "The Bandit"! There are still Victorian remnants in the area!

Bagpipe : "The Bandit"? Do all of the spectre force have names that embarrassin'?
I think I just beat up a few screamin' about some boss person called "The Convict..."

Dublinn Soldier : You took down everyone at P8...? Just... you alone?
There were thirty of them!

Bagpipe : Well, they were facin' the Victorian Army–
Ant it doesn't change a thing just 'cause I'm here alone.

[An intense fight between Bagpipe against the Dublinn soldiers ensue. She is able to hold up well, but more Dublinn soldiers show up. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Form up! Surround her! She's on her own!

[The Dublinn soldiers enclose Bagpipe in a formation. ]

Bagpipe : Formation again? Well, you've got it together, don't you!

Dublinn Soldier : Hold the line and press forward! Watch each other's backs!
And watch that lance charge too! Don't take her on one-on-one!

Bagpipe : Oh? Pilin' numbers up to take me down?
Don't you underestimate–my spear!

[Bagpipe strikes the Dublinn soldiers hard with her steam lance, breaking their formation. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Aaaaugh! What the-?!

[Bagpipe single-handedly defeats several Dublinn soldiers during the fight. ]

Dublinn Soldier : This Vouivre's too strong! She can down two in one strike! Send the heavy defenders! Everyone else, fall back! Get word to the leaders–

Bagpipe : Oh, stick around!
Last one!

[Bagpipe strikes an armored Dublinn soldier and penetrates his armor using her lance. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Bloody hell, the armor's like paper to her!
Fall back! It's now or never!

[The Dublinn soldiers attempt to escape by using hover platforms. ]

Bagpipe : Huh? Flyin' away on me?
Did you steal our steam jetpacks? Or is it flyin' machines from off foreign?
This lot have a different combat style than the first ones we fought. There's no figurin' this spectre force, is there?
I wish Triangle were here. My spear can't reach anywhere near that high–

[The Dublinn soldiers on hovering platforms are gunned down by someone... ]

Bagpipe : They're droppin'?! Is there a crossbowman around? No, those aren't bolts. Are those... stones?
Gosh, that's definitely no crossbow–

[...who turns out to be Outcast while carrying the severely infected Draco. ]

「Carrying the unconscious patient with one arm, Outcast steps out of an empty house on the side of the street. 」

Bagpipe : Was that you just now? Thanks for the help!

Outcast : No need to thank me. You saved my ass too, after all.

Bagpipe : I've always heard how good Sankta are with guns, but I never knew you could fling a rock so well!

Outcast : Aha, sorry, little lady, my gunplay tends to draw a crowd.

Bagpipe : Right. You don't hear gunfire every day around here.
Is your mate hurt? She doesn't seem so good.

Outcast : She was hit during the shelling around noon.

Bagpipe : Huh?!
Sorry about that... We almost could've stopped that assault. It was a huge mistake, especially with all this innocent folk dragged into the mess.
Ugh, no sense sayin' it now. I'm just tryin' to save as many as I can.
Are these hostiles here for you?

Outcast : I reckon so.

Bagpipe : I saw them huntin' the locals. I'm in a hurry, but I just couldn't stand by and watch that happen.

Outcast : They'll pay.

Bagpipe : Whoa! I just heard 'em say they lost contact with two squads. I ran into one of them, but was the other one your handiwork?
Fine job!

Outcast : You're mighty fine yourself.

Bagpipe : But the enemy's got more than just the few squads. They have an entire army, and there's more and more of 'em pourin' into the city since the afternoon. It's gonna be hard to hold County Hillock.
If you aren't a local, you'd better take your pal and leave the city now.
We've got hostiles watchin' the alleyways. Looks like you'll have to leave the other way–
Or they're all blocked?!
How could there be so much debris in one city?!
Well, they aren't here yet. I'll help you take care of what's blockin' the passageway out back first–

Outcast : You're not going to retreat?

Bagpipe : I'm not retreatin', no.
I'll make my way through the city and regroup with my teammates.

Outcast : Through the whole city? Crawling with enemies? With most roads cut off by debris?

Bagpipe : Good thing I'm already halfway through, eh?

Outcast : You're all alone, taking them by yourself, and you ain't scared one bit.

Bagpipe : Scared? The battlefield's never scared me.
I am pretty worried, though.
I've never seen... a Victorian city in this kind of shape.

Outcast : Lingones used to be a massive metropolis, many years ago. You could call it the capital of the world. But Victoria and its allies decided to burn it all down. One of man's greatest cities reduced to a raging inferno. It was a hundred times worse than this, believe you me.

Bagpipe : Right. Our textbooks make us winnin' the Battle of the Four Emperors seem so glorious. The more glory they paint on, the crueler they are to the Gauls, even.
Victoria's done a lot of terrible things in the past...
It's not until the flames of war are lickin' at your home that you really feel just how painful it is.

<Background fades out and in>

Bagpipe : We're almost done. Just these fallen columns left–

[Outcast gives her hand to Bagpipe. ]

Outcast : I'll help you.

Bagpipe : Thanks! We just need to push it to the side.
Ugh. One column goes down, and it might just bring another with it.
(Quiet mutter) Who knows what the future holds...

Outcast : No one knows where Victoria might go until the moment it gets there.

Bagpipe : Sorry, I just can't stop thinkin' about all that. You shouldn't be helpin' move columns while you've got that lass on your back there.

Outcast : The job gets done faster when we work together.

Bagpipe : Right, if we all work together, there's still a chance things could take a turn for the better, eh?
Haha, look at me blatherin' on and on about this stuff. What's the difference, even, if we lose the chance? What's so bad about things gettin' worse?
Even if your home's torn apart, does that mean it's not home anymore? You go enrich the soil again with your own hands. Isn't that what all the folk who live here should be doin'?
Phew... Last one!
And the road's clear–

Dublinn Soldier : (Quick, the signal B9 sent's down this alleyway!)
(There's debris blocking the way out the back, but send a team around just to be safe!)
(The rest of you, stay and watch the entrance. Don't let anyone out. Our command will be here soon–)

Bagpipe : There's more of them!
I'll hold it here, Lass. Take your pal and get runnin'.

Outcast : That's gonna be difficult, kiddo.

Bagpipe : Huh?

Outcast : You heard what they said, didn't you? Their leaders are coming, and I'm not expecting pushovers like we just fought.

Bagpipe : That's all the more reason you should go, isn't it?!

Outcast : I guess I didn't say it yet–
I'm not one to run from a fight.
Come, my young friend, give me a hand–

「Outcast transfers the patient in her embrace to Bagpipe. 」

Bagpipe : Whoa, that's heavy! Is she really a Vouivre?

Outcast : Hah, not very polite to call a girl heavy.

Bagpipe : Huff... Ugh... I doubt anyone else would be able to carry her.

Outcast : Good thing I have a Vouivre friend, then. She's about your age, and a fairly tough warrior, too.

Bagpipe : You mean...

Outcast : I want you to take the patient to the east side of the statue and hand her over to my friends.
Tell them I'm sorry I can't keep my promise. They'll know what to do from there.

Bagpipe : What about you?

Outcast : I'm gonna stay a little longer. Got somebody to wait up for.

<Background fades out and in>

[The Dublinn commanders, the "Accountant" and "Elocutionist," join the soldiers surrounding the street where Outcast stands. ]

"The Elocutionist" : Is she in here?

Dublinn Soldier : Uh, yes, sir. Uh, the other officers are here, too?

"The Accountant" : The intel says there are only three of them... and one of them is both heavily injured and unconscious.

Dublinn Soldier : In the case, wouldn't just one of you be more than enough to deal with them?

"The Accountant" : Two of them took down three squads, and without so much as a scratch.
Are you telling me how worthless you all are, or does the mission matter so little that you don't mind messing up again and again?

Dublinn Soldier : No... I wouldn't dare...

"The Convict" : Huff... Huff... Are they really that tough?

"The Elocutionist" : At the very least, they're formidable enough that you're up and awake.

"The Accountant" : It doesn't hurt to be a little cautious. Don't forget, we have both the unidentified Sankta and Victorian soldier, and she's there with them, too.
You know what she can do when she's pushed to the brink, don't you?

"The Convict" : Huff... I'm starting to look forward to this.

<Background 2>

Bagpipe : The enemy's... got reinforcements!
Leader! This is Bagpipe, callin' Leader–!
Still not gettin' a signal... Argh! I need to get this girl over there right now...

[Bagpipe strikes down the Dublinn reinforcements as the severely infected Draco talks in her sleep. ]

Severely Infected : Ugh...

Bagpipe : Huh... You're awake?

Severely Infected : No. No...

Bagpipe : Still asleep... but why's she strugglin' all of a sudden? Is she having a bad dream?

[Along her way, Bagpipe notices some purple flames from a mysterious figure from the rooftop. ]

Bagpipe looks up, as though she feels something.
A few faint silhouettes look down at the commotion from atop a tall building nearby.
Bagpipe hasn't yet realized that the flames around her, unextinguished still, are starting to change color.
A young soldier who had just passed lies on the ground. The purple flames in his lifeless eyes look as though they could surge out at any moment.
She looks back down the street to see yet more hostiles approaching.

<Background 2>

Operator Shredder : It's almost time.
The enemy's gathering over there. We can't stay much longer.

Janie : Let's give her a bit more time, Shredder. You know Outcast's always punctual.

Operator Shredder : Right.

Janie : Look! Over there! That's two individuals, incoming!
Outcast, we're over here!
Out–No, it's not her. Who's that running this way...?
Bagpipe?!

[Bagpipe rushes towards Janie and her R.I. comrades. ]

Bagpipe : Huh? So you're the cool Sankta lass's friend?
That's perfect, then. Come, this girl's your pal too, right? She's heavily injured. The Sankta lass told me to bring her to you–

Janie : Outcast...
Where is she?! Did something happen to her?

Bagpipe : She seemed like she was doin' alright when we parted ways...
Not sure why, but she told me to apologize to you for her. Said she can't keep her promise, and that you'd know what to do from here.

Janie : –!
Then that must mean...
She said it herself. We have to be sure we're safe before we help anyone else!
Because that's how we save... even more...
......
No–!

Operator Shredder : Jane! Don't go after her!
The Lass said it. We know what to do from here.

Janie : I...

Bagpipe : Aye, I agree with him.
Do you trust her? I only met her the once, but I trust in her.
I reckon I knocked out some two dozen on my way here with this girl. Not sure if any of them are chasin' after us.
The soldiers themselves aren't much of an issue, but if we run into their Caster leader... There's no tellin' how powerful she actually is.
So, take your friend, and get out of here.

[Just before Bagpipe, Janie, and the others could response, a pillar of light suddenly illuminates the city. ]

Operator Shredder : What's that flash?!

Bagpipe : An explosion?
No, can't be. There's not a bomb out there with a flash this bright. Leastwise, not one we'd live through!
So it's Arts?!
But usin' Arts to your extreme in such a short period of time, the Caster herself would...

Janie : ......
The blaze... the light... it blew through the clouds...
Did... the rain stop?

Bagpipe : –
That fire's from the west... Is it the alley from just now?
If it wasn't for the direction, I would've thought it was bright out already...

Janie : ...Right...
The sky's... all bright.

「None of them says another word.
The flames, kindling the skies, are still burning bright–
A raging fury that portends the impending end of the darkness above, or perhaps a shining beacon that impresses the brilliance of life on those aiding each other below. 」

Bagpipe : That's the most stunnin' daybreak I've seen...
No wonder she said it'd draw a crowd, haha...
*Sigh*...

Janie : ......

Operator Shredder : Jane...

Janie : Huff... puff... I'm okay.
Shredder, is it time?

Operator Shredder : It is...

Janie : Let Uncle Oliver know... we got her.
–Someone seriously infected.

Notes

Literally "God help us!" in Irish Gaelic, but in this context means "God damn it!"; pronounced Jee-ah awr sawv-oy-il!

Operation story: 9-19

Before operation

Summary

Horn finds herself in a tough battle at the communications base. Bagpipe shows up at the most critical moment, and the two fight Mandragora together.

<Background 1>

Harmonie : Our forces have taken over every last part of County Hillock, save a few small pockets.
The barracks didn't realize our true strength until it was too late, just as planned.
Did you see the looks on their faces? A force they thought to have been wiped out, and suddenly it reappeared. Like they were seeing actual ghosts.
Their greatest failure coming right as they were celebrating their victories. Not many Victorians left with any fight in them.
Grr. I almost forgot. My dear classmates are still struggling about in the outskirts.
Pitiful, pitiful. Their last ditch effort isn't going to change anything, and even if we don't so much as lift a finger, they've long been on their last legs, exhausted by the corruption of the military.
Mandragora's off looking for them. She's plenty enough to deal with the issue.
All according to plan–all except one thing.
Loughshinny got away.

[A mysterious Draco, who is likely to be the supreme leader of Dublinn, shows up. ]

??? : You mean to say my servants have failed.

Harmonie : I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised. They may be fools, but they hardly claim the title of "weak."
That said, we have no need of them anymore.
Their ambitions grew all too quickly. They only knew to fan the flames of war for their own benefit, even plotting to use Loughshinny to carry out their plans right under your nose.
In the end, off they went, engulfed by the flames of their own appetite. Saved us some trouble.

??? : What about you?

Harmonie : *Cough*... *cough*...
Me?
You know me. All I want... is to see the end.
I asked you this when we first met–
If death is inevitable, and order will always collapse no matter how many times it is rebuilt, then how do those who walk this journey bear with these pointless decisions again and again?
And you... you reached your hand out to me.
You showed me that even perished souls can dance brilliantly in death.
Ever since, I've always wanted to see for myself just how this world looks beyond the flames.

??? : Greedy, yet honest.

Harmonie : Hah... The biggest difference separating me and those fools is that I know when to lie.
So, what will we do with Loughshinny?

??? : My sister... Who did she pick?

Harmonie : We don't know much about the ones who saved her, but they rescued a great deal of the city's residents.
They seem like... a medical-something aid group?
To tell the truth, I'm deathly curious. They don't seem to have much to do with any one country, so why stand up against us?

??? : Hoh, that sounds interesting.

Harmonie : Should I bring along a few men to scope them out?

??? : Your call, my cherished strategist.
Perhaps there will come a day when I take a good look at them myself.

<Background fades out and in>

Harmonie : Send word that the Victorian soldiers are our only targets. If anyone dares lay a hand on the civilians, they become an enemy of Dublinn.

Dublinn Soldier : Yes, ma'am.
There are some civilians against us, though.

Harmonie : We must first make them believe we're standing on their side, no?
What the people need after such a traumatic event isn't harsher rule. It's all the help they can get.
Oh, yes. And you are not to harm the rescuers either–at least not within County Hillock, and not in view of the locals.
The fire's burning plenty bright. It's about time to put it out before it consumes everything, and renders this all a pointless charade.
Soon, the wounds will heal, and the masses will remember who it was that made them so cruelly suffer, and who it was that pulled them back out of hell.
Dublinn warriors are not like the Victorians–
And this idea will forever be etched onto the city's heart after its rebirth, like a scar.

Dublinn Soldier : What about the outsiders...? If we stop now, will they see it?

Harmonie : Anyone who's wanted for a look has already seen it.

Dublinn Soldier : That's all we need to do?

Harmonie : Of course. What did you think was the point of all this?
To make the Tarans' voices heard? Do you really believe that? Neither you nor I have an ounce of anything to do with Tara.
To take over County Hillock? Only an arrogant clown would believe that. Victoria may stand on shaky, even precarious ground, but any of the dukes' armies could easily reduce a nomadic city to ashes.
All we need to do is make sure the fire burns, so that all of Victoria will turn their eyes to it.
And in the fire, some of them will have seen only profit, some will have made known their hatred, and yet some will have found faith. In a way, this is quite the happy ending, wouldn't you agree?
Let's go. We still have one last thing to take care of.
Once we finish with that, it'll be time for us to leave. The traitors who continue to about on the stage are far more despicable than any clown.
Before it's time for us to step into the limelight again, we should climb back into the graves that Victoria was kind enough to dig for us. Such is the spectre force–Wouldn't you agree, Hill?

<Background 2>

「"The entire city has fallen. Communication signal's lost. We can't reach any of the teams..."
"The enemy's charging the base. They've clearly got us vastly outgunned. We can't hold here much longer!"
"Report..."
"Calling HQ. Retreat immediately. I repeat, retrea–Aghhhhh!" 」

[The transmission cuts off. ]

Colonel Hamilton : –

[A soldier rushes towards Col. Hamilton. ]

Victorian Soldier : Colonel, we have to go, now!
We can't hold here. They have us surrounded–

Colonel Hamilton : Go...? Go where?

Victorian Soldier : Talk later! County Hillock's gone!

Colonel Hamilton : Gone? Shut your godforsaken flap!
As long as I'm here, this city will never be lost! County Hillock will forever belong to the Victorian Empire!

Victorian Soldier : They won't show you any mercy, Colonel! They have no mercy for Victorians... Please, come with us!

Colonel Hamilton : ......
Go.

Victorian Soldier : Colonel–!

Colonel Hamilton : What are you standing there for? Run! With your tail clutched between your legs and your head hung in shame! Don't you ever cross my sight again–unless you have a death wish!

Victorian Soldier : Right... Right, then, we're leaving.
P... Please, stay safe!

[The soldier runs off, leaving Col. Hamilton alone in the operations center. ]

Colonel Hamilton : ...Hah.
Stay safe? On the battlefield?
How contrary to the meaning of a soldier.
–Where's my blade?
Here you are, old friend... How long has it been since you've last seen gunsmoke, since we last alighted a high-speed battleship together?

The sound of turret fire and screaming grows ever closer, before falling into silence for a brief moment.
A silence quickly followed by densely packed footsteps–that all come to gather in front of the tightly shut door.

「In the darkness, the colonel stands up from his chair and adjusts the collar of his uniform, before he steps toward the entrance.
He stands up straight, draws his standard-issue saber, and raises it at what lies outside.
The bright light of the blaze comes surging through. 」

<Background black>

「"My saber and I hail from Victoria!" 」

<Background 3>

[Horn and Cello reach Hillock's communications tower complex. She reaches out to Oboe. ]

Horn : Oboe, Cello and I have made it to the communications tower!
How is it looking on your end?

Oboe : Leader, I have explosives planted on platforms 1 through 7. Just waiting on the enemy now!

Horn : Very well, let's start with Number 1–

[Horn signs off as Oboe distracts the Dublinn soldiers guarding the towers by firing their crossbow at them. ]

Horn : Good, the enemy is heading in that direction! Watch out over there.
Cello, climb up the tower!
Oboe, Numbers 2 and 3!

[Horn fires her cannon onto the structure, cutting off the path. She reaches out to Oboe. ]

Horn : Oboe... I'm seeing more Casters approaching through the passageway. Be careful!
Watch the Casters' attack. I'm detecting a strong energy signal accumulating–
Keep your distance from the enemy!
......
No, fall back immediately! Oboe, take your people and leave the passageway!
The enemy's Arts have too wide an effect area! They aren't even going to look for you. They'll wipe out all the platforms with one gigantic fireball!

[Horn signs off. ]

Oboe : Understood, Leader. Let's see who's faster.

[Suddenly, fire from Dublinn's Casters consumes Oboe mercilessly, killing them on spot. ]

Horn : –
Oboe...!
Cello, Oboe bought us some time. Keep heading up!
Get the word out as soon as you find the control panel.
I'll stay here at the bottom to provide suppressive fire.
Five minutes. You have my word, not a single one of them will be making it up the tower in the next five minutes.
Shells, ready to fire–

[Horn fires her cannon onto the Dublinn soldiers. ]

Horn : How's it looking up there, Cello?

[An expolsive bolt narrowly misses Horn. ]

Cello : Still ten meters to go... Ugh...!

Horn : Are there hostiles up there?!

Cello : Crossbowmen...! Eight o'clock!

Horn : Hngh... There's too many of them!
If I head up there, we won't be able to hold the bottom of the tower...
I can't get a lock on them... They're too far away for me to reach!

Cello : This isn't the time to worry about... that!

Horn : Don't do it! You'll bleed out before you reach the control panel!
Find cover!

Cello : We can't... drag this out! I know you're hurt too... Leader!

Horn : I'm fine... *cough*...

Cello : Don't give me that, Leader. It's been six minutes. How many hostiles are there on your end? Twenty? Thirty? More?

Horn : I...

Cello : Don't even have the leisure to talk, right?
It's seven meters away. I'll–

[The Dublinn crossbowmen threatening Cello are dispatched by someone. ]

Horn : What's going on...?

Cello : Ah... hah! Leader, I'm fine! Someone took out the crossbowmen!

Horn : What? Could that be...

[The one who saves Cello from the soldiers is none other than Bagpipe. ]

Bagpipe : Leader!!! Look who's arrived–

Horn : Ah... haha... You little menace...

Bagpipe : Hold on just a bit longer! Just a bit! I'll take down these fire breathers!

Horn : Cello, Bagpipe's drawing their attention. Hurry!

Cello : Leader... I got the control panel open! We're almost there... almost...
Ughh...!

[Suddenly, Cello is instantly stabbed by stone shards from some Arts formation coming out of nowhere. ]

Horn : Cello?!

Cello : Her... Her stones... Leader... Watch out...

Horn : What's going on?!!

Bagpipe : –Leader!

[The sound of something faling down is heard. ]

「Bagpipe dives toward Horn, sending the two of them tumbling to the side.
A large stone column falls from the top of the communications tower, leaving a hole where Horn stood just moments ago. 」

Bagpipe : Where'd this column come from...?
Ugh... A spectre force Caster?!

[Bagpipe passes out. Upon regaining her consciousness, she could only see Mandragora approaching her and Horn, carrying Cello's body with her. ]

Mandragora : Is she one of yours?

Bagpipe : You killed Cello!!

Mandragora : Not a fan of people touching my things without permission.

Bagpipe : What do you mean, yours?! It was the spectre force that invaded County Hillock!

Horn : –

[Horn fires her cannon onto Mandragora, but the atrillery bombs are stopped by stone shards floating around her. ]

Mandragora : Hmn... hah! Not even going to say hi before you fire?
That's your Victorian Army etiquette, is it?

[Undeterred, Horn continues firing at Mandragora. ]

Mandragora : You...! Are you thick?! Don't you see you can't harm me? That you're wasting all your effort?

Horn : The rubble...
(No weaknesses, no matter the angle.)
(Before my lance shells even get anywhere close, she maneuvers the stones around her to block off the attack.)

Bagpipe : (Is that her Arts?)

Horn : (Take a look at Cello's body.)

Bagpipe : (Was it the stones that bored through Cello like that? Whatever did it's all gone too... So she can manipulate stones to defend herself, AND conjure them as weapons?)
(Not the best news.)

Horn : (Let's test her and see how far she can go. I'm sure we'll find an opening.)

[Bagpipe strikes Mandragora, but the stone shards block it. ]

Mandragora : Hmph. Got me wondering now if this is some suicide attempt.
Thanks to my men, I'm thinking you don't have much ammo left. If you keep shelling like that, you'll have nothing left to fight with. Then you'll just have to sit and wait as your death comes.
To think Harmonie kept telling me over and over how impressive you were.
"Oh, they're the true face of the Victorian Army..." Hah. Look at you. Helpless, nowhere to go. Is that all a Royal Guard Academy distinction has to give?
The way I see it, you aren't much better than the barracks... I'll make short work of you!

Horn : You hate the Victorian Army, don't you...?

Mandragora : Guess again.
I don't hate soldiers. No matter whose orders you're taking, we're all poor little shits throwing our lives away in the mess of war.
It's people like you I hate.
You have a decent family background, and you think that gives you the right to trample us lot under your feet–
What could be better than watching you kneel before me?
Go, run her through–!

[Mandragora unleashes a hail of stones onto Bagpipe and Horn, but they block it. ]

Mandragora : Still have the strength to block?
You've got perseverance, Lupo. Much better than your fellow nobles who pissed themselves the moment they saw me.
But you still can't work it out? You don't stand a chance!
Our forces have taken over County Hillock. Yours are dead or shackled.
Oh, and by the way, we've had eyes on you ever since you and your unit waltzed merry into Hillock. We've been watching your every move.

Horn : Hrgh... You have a spy in the barracks?

Mandragora : You thought you failed because of rotten luck? Or you weren't trying hard enough, misjudged? That's why you missed the chance?
Wrong! Fate has never been on your side!
Because–Victoria's long abandoned you!
You're more pitiful than all those poor sods dying ignorant on the field of war–you threw yourself into this bloodbath willingly! And now, you're just a sacrificial pawn for your country!

Horn : You mean... It's not just one spy...
The military's filled with your supporters... Even some of the top brass...?
In that case... what is your leader after...?
......
Is it Victoria's... Crown...?
What right do you... have?

Mandragora : Shut your mouth!
How–DARE you doubt our leader's nobility, when you're just a lapdog of the Aslans?!

Horn : Hah, haha...

Mandragora : What are you laughing at?!

Horn : Your hypocrisy.
You grit your teeth, talking of arrogant aristocrats and moneyed men, but you worship your oh-so-noble "Leader" all the same–
You can't make this stuff up, can you?

Mandragora : And what... do you know?!
The Leader... She's noble for more than just her blood! She... She's strong, and gentle...
Hah, I get it. You want to buy time for yourself and milk information. Am I wrong?
You think your tricks'll work on me?
You think it's going to matter even if I let slip something I shouldn't?
Neither of you will make it to the top of this tower–
And anyone hearing me is dead or soon will be!

Horn : You'll need to try harder–little Feline.

Mandragora : Grrr!
You're pretty good, I'll give you that. Very precise control over your weapon. You're trying to adjust your firing angle to pick out any openings in my Arts.
Too bad–If you weren't so heavily injured and had more ammo, you might just have given me a few scratches.
This is it, then. Discussion time's over–

Horn : Now!

[Bagpipe dismantles a nearby column, causing it to fall onto Mandragora. ]

Mandragora : What...? The column just... collapsed on me...

Bagpipe : Man alive, my arms are sore with all that back and forth!

Mandragora : That Vouivre...!
And I thought she was berserking like an idiot. I never realized I wasn't her target. It was the columns at the tower base...
Dammit... Dammit! How did you know?!

Bagpipe : Leader, the rubble around her's clear!

Horn : Mm.

Bagpipe : We made the right guess. She's agile with those Arts of hers, but she can only do one thing at a time–
Doesn't matter whether she's shiftin' the rubble to shield or usin' them as spikes, she's wide open while she's castin'!

Horn : The column's shattered her shield! Seize the day! Charge!

After operation

Summary

Dublinn broadcasts the barracks' atrocities to the whole of County Hillock and its surrounding cities. Horn realizes that County Hillock's fall is now all but inevitable. She orders Bagpipe to leave County Hillock and tell the world the real truth.

<Background 3>

Bagpipe : Did she fall down there...?!
Leader, did we win?

Horn : ......

Bagpipe : Oh no, Leader... That wound...
Hang in there! I'll help you up. Don't you close your eyes–

Horn : *cough*, *cough*...
Don't... pull so hard. You're shooting pain through my whole body.

Bagpipe : G–Got it! Leader, as long as you're okay.

Horn : Right... I can't... go down just yet.
The enemy's... still...

[Mandragora climbs out of the hole in front of Bagpipe and Horn. ]

Mandragora : Hoh... Hahahaha... Hahahahaha!
You think... that was enough to bring me down?!
Victorian soldier dunces!
I–I dug my way out of a grave by a bloody wastewater ditch! And I still have a score to settle with you–Victorian blue bloods!

Bagpipe : Oh? She actually managed to climb her way out!
Well, isn't that somethin' odd? Even if my shot didn't blow a hole through her chest, I thought at least she'd be down for the count.

Horn : ...Arts.

Bagpipe : She knocked my lance a few centimeters off?! She only had a few stones left! Flip, we won't get another shot like that...!
Feline... You may be the enemy, but your resolve is rock solid for sure. You've got my respect.

Mandragora : Pfft. Who needs... your respect?!
What I want... is your lives!
Come, Forest of Thorns!!!

[Mandragora unleashes her Arts by creating several columns out of the floor. ]

Bagpipe : There's more columns growin' from the ground?!
We can't stay here much longer...
Leader, I'll carry you. Let's go that way!

Mandragora : Fleeing?
Think again–I'd never let down the Leader!
Wait, what's that sound?

[Far on top of the tower, someone broadcasts a misleading message across Hillock and other counties. ]

「"To the residents of County Hillock and the surrounding towns, this is a broadcast to you in real-time."
"As you are aware, a great disaster befell this beloved city at noon today, injuring our friends and family, and destroying our homes."
"Together, we witnessed this heart-wrenching event transpire before our eyes."
"They have put us through countless tribulations, one after the other, for several centuries–"
"We did not raise our voices then, because we thought they had an ounce of mercy left, and that simply by enduring longer, we would be able to coexist with them on these lands."
"But today, the Victorian Army pressed its knife against our throats–"
"They blanketed our city in a mist of Oripathy. What they have done is far more merciless and horrifying than any Catastrophe."
"We do not want war, but they have left us no choice but to fight back."
"If you can hear this broadcast, if you are willing to rise up and stand with us–wherever you may be, you can become part of our movement."
"With our flames, we will cleanse this country of the filth that has accumulated over the centuries."
"With our flames, we will comfort the countless lives lost in the fight against injustice."
"With our flames, we will burn open a path to a future of freedom and peace."
"We are not your enemies. We are your friends."
"We have, and always will be, one family."
"Remember our name–"
"We are Dublinn." 」

[After the "message" ends... ]

Bagpipe : Is that... the spectre force?
Are they broadcastin' to the townsfolk?
No, it's not just this city... they've got all the communications bases under their control. The surroundin' cities are receivin' that message too!
Now that everyone knows what the barracks did... this is goin' to spread like wildfire.
The scariest thing is, most of what they're sayin' is true! We've got no argument, no way against it!
And even if we wanted to say somethin', we've got no way to send the message...

Horn : ......
We're in the worst case scenario now.

Bagpipe : Is this why you were tryin' so hard to take the communications center? You had to get news to the outside world, but you wanted to keep the enemy from doin' the same, too...

Horn : We've lost, Hamilton...
Both you... and I. We've failed, utterly.

Bagpipe : No, we haven't lost yet!
They've got their side out first, but it's better late than never for us!
The spectre force's tryin' to dress themselves up, but we saw them burnin' their supporters to death all heartless, slaughterin' the townsfolk! We saw that with our own eyes!
We have to get the word out! We have to show the true face of their army to the world!

Horn : ......
Yes, you're right.
This battle... is far from over.

Bagpipe : Uh... Leader? This Caster, what's she doin'? Is she spaced out?

Mandragora : ......
Harmonie, Harmonie... you bastard! You fooled me into coming here so you could make that broadcast?
What gives you... What gives you...!
What gives you the right to speak on The Leader's behalf while I have to sweep up the rubbish down here?!
Oh, I'm going to Londinium... I'm going right now!!!

[Enraged, Mandragora uses her Arts to rend the ground... ]

Bagpipe : Whoa... that's a gust! Why's she so ticked off all of a sudden? Doesn't it hurt when she casts Arts like it's the end of the world?
Leader, watch out! It's about to blow over the column–!

[...which causes the columns to tumble and collapses all around Bagpipe and Horn. Horn uses her shield to protect herself and Bagpipe. ]

Horn : Ugh... hrnn!

Bagpipe : Stop pushin' yourself! Your shield's out of energy. You're burnin' your own flesh for it now!

[Horn punches the column out of the way. ]

Horn : Hah... this is nothing.

Bagpipe : Nothin'? What do you mean, nothin'? You're coughin' up blood–

Horn : You could wipe that for me.

Bagpipe : Now's–now's no time for your jokes. And if truth be told, they've never been funny, not for one second.
I can't always hide behind your shield... Even if you order me to, I can't.
I'll run out right now. I can take a few beatin's. I think I can at least make it to her, give her another taste of my spear... I've still got at least one more shot!
She summoned all those columns at once, she should be at her limit, almost... I'll find an openin'!

Horn : Bagpipe...

Bagpipe : Let me go! I WILL be insubordinate now! You survive this, and you can punish me with umpteen handstands, you can even get on top of me while I do 'em!

[Mandragora uses her Arts to make herself float above the ground. ]

Horn : She's... Now she's flying.

Bagpipe : ......

Horn : Ha... You don't know how to fly. You can jump up there, with the rocks as stepping stones, but it won't be easy to hit her at the same time.

Bagpipe : Won't know until we try...

Horn : Enough. You remember what you said just now, don't you?

Bagpipe : Which?

Horn : We... have... to tell them.

Bagpipe : Right, we'll definitely get the word out. I won't forget! This is why we need to take her out. It's our only way to make it up the communications tower!

Horn : Ha... communications tower...
They've got agents in the brass... agents of the spectre force. She said it herself.
Even if we make it up there... Our message... will never make it to Londinium.

Bagpipe : It's too early to give up hope, Leader!
You're the one who taught me to trust our friends–

Horn : Right. I... I trust my friends.
Bagpipe... that's why... you need to make it out of here.

Bagpipe : What do you mean?!

「Horn lifts her mostly destroyed shield with one hand and tightly grips Bagpipe's arm with the other. 」

Horn : Don't waste what energy you have left.
Hold onto your spear, activate the catapult, and fly out of here–
The city's covered with hostiles. People guarding every exit... but none of them will be ready to stop you blasting out through the air.
Bring all the information with you.
Find someone you trust, and let out what's really going on with the spectre force...
Londinium needs to know the truth behind County Hillock.
Bagpipe–get out of here alive!
This... is our last chance!

Bagpipe : –
Leader!!!

There is no other way. She knows this.
All the words she would use to argue are stuck in her throat. It feels as though her eyes are about to pop.
She is going to abandon her leader–her one and only remaining friend.
She is a Victorian soldier.
In combat, she has never once disobeyed the orders of the one whom she trusts the most.

[After sending Bagpipe into the air through her steam lance, Horn makes her stand by engaging Mandragora with her cannon. ]

Mandragora : Your bloody cheap tricks...!
Fine, just one of them slipping off won't change a thing.
And the one that's left here...
Heh, you can barely stand. Not going down easy, are we?!
–Let's get it over with. I'm sick of this place.

<Background 1>

Janie : That's everyone, Uncle Oliver.
I've talked to the locals already. They've found us a way out of the city that's safe enough.
There are still a lot of hostiles around... Dublinn, that is.
The residents all believe what they say, that with the villains defeated, they won't harass the civilians anymore.
But we need to stay vigilant.
No matter the face they wear, I will never forget who got our good friend–our respected coworker killed.
Right, give me another blanket to keep the injured girl wrapped, please.
We can't let anyone see her until we make it to the nearest safehouse.
We have a long road ahead of us. I'm sure she would wish us a safe journey.
Look, Uncle Oliver...
It truly is daybreak now.

<Background black>

「"Bagpipe, I told you to shy at no cost–"
"What I mean by that is that you must make it out yourself, even if the rest of us die here."
"Don't look back."
"Bagpipe, I know you can do this. Only you can do this. 」

「The piledriver spear tears through the skies over the remnants of the city, and bores into a swath of barren land.
Bagpipe tumbles a few times before standing up.
Then, she plucks her weapon from the ground and grips it in her hand–
She cannot look back.
That's an order.
She takes a deep breath, suppresses all the emotions welling up in her heart, and steps toward the ends of the barren plains.
Straight ahead, the real sun is beginning to rise.
"No matter what happens in our world, the sun will never fail to rise."
"Even if it is slow to rise, many will yet make their way forward, casting rays of hope with their lives one after another." 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 4>

「Midnight \ Rainy
County Hillock, Unknown alleyway 」

[Outcast makes her stand as the Dublinn commander "Elocutionist" approaches her. ]

Outcast : Finally. You kept me waiting.

"The Elocutionist" : ...Sankta.
You are alone. What of the one you rescued? Where is she?

Outcast : Not something you oughta worry your pretty little head about.

"The Elocutionist" : Listen. I know the formidable foe you are. How did she find you, and how did she convince you to protect her? Could she have reached an agreement with Laterano behind our backs?
No, that can't be. They said there was a Victorian soldier working with you.
So she chose to seek Victoria's protection? In that case, who sent you–Which duke?

Outcast : You sure you wanna waste your time thinking on something as pointless as that?

"The Elocutionist" : My comrades are indeed in quite a hurry, but I suggested talking to you nonetheless.
Whatever your employers promised, we can offer you much more. Wealth, power, titles–

Outcast : Aha, I'm afraid you couldn't give me what it is I need.

"The Elocutionist" : Dublinn's power likely far exceeds your expectations–
Please do tell. What is it?

Outcast : –
Justice ain't gonna dispense itself, what do you think my gun's for?

"The Elocutionist" : So you mean to say... you are determined to stand in our way?

Outcast : Now there's a question worth asking. Should've started with that one.

"The Elocutionist" : How regrettable, my lady. This is truly regrettable.
–It's time.

「Five other silhouettes emerge from the shadows. 」

Outcast : "The Accountant," "The Convict," "The Immolator," "The Toxicologist," "The Bandit"–And you, "The Elocutionist."
Mighty familiar names.
Far from the first time we've met–
You, "The Accountant." You've meticulously worked out the profit this war'll reap you, and you're racking your brains to turn even more lives into bigger numbers, deeper black on your balance sheet.
You, "The Convict." You escape from prison again and again only to commit greater crimes, get yourself sent back to prison to repeat the cycle again.
You, "The Immolator." Burning single houses and families hasn't given you what you need for a long while. Soon, not even burning a whole city will fill the hole in your heart.
You, "The Toxicologist." You call yourself a scholar, but fancy titles don't hide the truth, that you're all caught up in heartless slaughter and one nasty scheme after another–
–And your next betrayal will take a few cities to hell with you.
You, "The Bandit." Living up to that name, you're thirsty to snatch anything you can from the hands of others, and not just money, either.
You steal their dignity, and your lust for it will bring whole countries to ruin.
And then there's you, "The Elocutionist." You're really into those five dollar words, trying your hardest to turn fancy talk into a political weapon, the kind to spark wars greater and uglier.
If I let any of you through, that girl will die, and all that evil I just talked about gets to carry on, free and clear.

[The sound of a rumblind thunder is heard... ]

Outcast : So–

[...as Outcast loads her revolver. ]

「She pops her last bullet into her revolver's cylinder. 」

Outcast : It's about time for you to stand trial, for the last time.

"The Elocutionist" : ......
This is your so-called faith?

Outcast : You got the wrong idea. My faith ain't exactly the kind you're thinking of–
If I believe in anything, it's my gun.

"The Elocutionist" : There is only one of you, and there are six of us.

Outcast : I got enough ammo. Don't worry, nobody's missing out.

"The Elocutionist" : You will die here.

Outcast : Lucky I won't do it alone.

<Background black>

「"Outcast, I understand everything you said."
"You've walked a great many roads. You've never looked back. You judge people with gunfire, but you know in your heart that the very last one awaiting judgment at the end of the road... is you."
"I don't want you to get there–I don't want any one of you to get there."
"Fate is there to be shattered. You may be happy with this ending yourself, but I want to try to change it."
"Right. Even if the days gone by showed me my failure time and again, even if all of you left me one by one, I don't want to, and I can't accept this."
"Outcast, give me this chance."
"Come back alive." 」

Outcast : Aha, old friend... In the end, it looks like I'm not gonna be able to follow that order.

[Six gunshots in quick succession are heard. ]

「Six bullets shoot out of her revolver at once.
At the same time, six enemies are charging toward her–
One of them is trying to hack away at her with his axe. Another is trying to spray a toxic gas at her. A third is trying to deflect her bullets with his Arts, while a fourth is trying to take the chance to dash past her, toward the other end of the alleyway.
But their actions will forever be frozen at the very moment they began.
Before any of them can cry out in surprise or fall to the ground, they have turned to dust in a holy light.
The moment she fired her gun, their judgment was already complete. 」

「The brilliant gunfire surges fiercely into the sky, illuminating almost the entire city.
Outcast stands still, allowing the impartial flames to engulf her. Starting at her fingertips, they reduce her to ashes. 」

<Background white>

"This road, it was always meant to end like this."
"This road, it was always meant to end like this."

<Flashback ends here>

9-20: The Approaching Storm

Summary

Rhodes Island receives word of Outcast's sacrifice and formally prepares to advance toward Londinium.

<Background 1>

Misery : Leave it to me... You've traveled far to bring her home.
I will take care of the rest personally.

Kal'tsit : Ashes... and her personal effects.
There hasn't been an emergency transmission to Rhodes Island's deck for eleven months and twenty-seven days, since the end of the Chernobog incident.
–Who's the victim?

Misery : Outcast.

Kal'tsit : ......
Right. I see you holding her revolver's cylinder.
I don't want to admit it, but I already knew the answer. I figured it out on our way here.
I made a bet with her once–
And it looks like she won.

Misery : Kal'tsit, I won't be at that next meeting.
Per protocol, you're in charge of an elite operator's funeral...
But I want to be the one to send her off this time.

Kal'tsit : I doubt anyone will object. Definitely not her.

Misery : Since the meeting's canceled, I'll give you my final decision right now–

Kal'tsit : I know what you're going to say.

Misery : Then I'm sure you know what everyone else will say.
The situation has changed. No one's happy about it, but we all know this is the only choice we have.
–We have to enter Londinium as soon as we can.

Kal'tsit : I'm sure you know that my position has always been the same–
But regardless of whether the rest of you support my decision or not, I must emphasize that Rhodes Island's direction will not be set on the airing of personal feelings.

Misery : You're telling me to forget about avenging Outcast?
Don't worry. I'm angry and hurt, but I know my job.
It's just... I need to see for myself what it was that killed Outcast–
It couldn't have been just one person, or even several of them.
Suppose we don't go looking for the truth. The darkness shrouding Londinium, and even all of Victoria, is only going to get worse.
And at that point, it won't just be Outcast...
I'll die. We all will. No one will be safe.
Just like you said, Rhodes Island isn't about avenging the dead...
But I am sure we all want to let the living live.

<Background 2>

[Janie, now under R.I.'s protection, enters the landship's cafeteria. ]

Janie : Er... Where am I now? Did I make another wrong turn?
Oh, whoops! It's almost time. I have to hurry... *sigh*, Uncle Oliver never told me how big this ship was!

[The Draco rescued from Hillock, now known as Reed, enters the cafeteria. ]

Reed : ......

Janie : Huh? Are you...?!
Wait, please! Hold on!

Reed : Mm...

Janie : You...
(Why doesn't she seem to know me at all?)
(No, it couldn't be anyone else.)
(I've been meaning to find out what happened to her ever since I came to the ship, but they either didn't know or wouldn't tell me.)
(Hmm... Maybe it's for the best, for her own safety?)
Hello.
A–Are you reading? "The Legend of Ivanhoe"... I've read it too. It's one of my favorites.
Don't you think this part of Victorian history makes for a really fun read?

Reed : Is it... fun? I suppose... but it's not real.
It's a novel... That's all.

Janie : Right... I suppose that is true. Do you want to read something else, too? I have lots of books... Oh. No, sorry. It slipped my mind I didn't bring any of them with me...

Reed : If you like this one... you can have it.

Janie : Huh? Are you sure? Th-Thanks...

Reed : I'll be... going now.

Janie : Oh, okay! Bye!

[Reed leaves. ]

Janie : (Will we see each other again?)
(She has another book on her... A poetry collection?)
Seamus Williams... The name rings a bell, and I think I've seen that cover before.

<Background 1>

[Janie stands in front of a door. ]

Janie : This must be the place...
I–Identification code? What is that? Is it in the "New Operator Guide?"
Ugh, I don't want to be late. I'll just knock.

[Janie knocks the door. ]

Amiya : Come in!

Amiya : Good afternoon, Miss Willow... or should I call you Operator Saileach?

Saileach : Oh... Miss Amiya!

Amiya : Please, just Amiya. That's what everyone calls me here.

Saileach : I'm sorry about this, Amiya... You're so busy, I shouldn't have you cut into your work to come see me. When I did my physical the other day, I heard you only got about five hours off a day...

Amiya : Folinic's always so worried about my health. Don't worry, though. I'm in excellent shape, and I've actually wanted to see you again for some time.

Saileach : So this used to be Outcast's office...?

Amiya : Yes, but she didn't get a lot of use out of it. We only just convinced her to accept a title change two months before the incident.

Saileach : She told me she was essentially half-retired before she came to County Hillock...

Amiya : But she still insisted on taking the mission.

Saileach : I often think back to everything she told me in those few days... I think she had probably made up her mind, already, to take on everything.

Amiya : That's just like her.
All our elite operators are pretty eccentric, but Outcast's particularly special–She makes the kinds of difficult decisions that others would have a hard time with.

Saileach : Right, she told me... she gave up a really high position in the church because she failed to mediate peace in a war.

Amiya : Hmm... I know she left the church, but a failed mediation?
I don't remember seeing that in her file. Actually, that sounds more like something that happened to Misery.

Saileach : ......
Ha... haha... I don't know why, but taking someone else's story sounds like something she'd do.

Amiya : This may be why some people found Outcast a little insincere...

Saileach : No, even if you tell me not everything she said was the truth, she's still the most sincere person I've ever met.

Amiya : You really think so? Hmm... I'm not too surprised. Outcast's always had an eye for people.

Saileach : I know your time is precious... but would you mind telling me more about her?

Amiya : I don't mind at all.
This is going to take some time, though–

Saileach : As long as you have time. I'll always be willing to listen.
Okay. I think... we'll have lots of time on our way to Londinium.

<Background black>

「Several months later... 」

<Background 3>

Ch'en : Are you done fixing that yet?

Bagpipe : Oh, keep your head on. What's the rush? This town's so far from anywhere, it's tough to find a replacement circuit for our comms...

Ch'en : Let me do it. Any equipment you touch always goes up in smoke. That's never changed.

Bagpipe : I mean, it's been forever since the last time this safe house was used...

Ch'en : I should never have listened to you and taken this route.
We've been drifting all over the place for the last few months, and we spent half that time in the middle of nowhere, eating sand!

Bagpipe : It's only been a few years... How come my Chenchen's so much angrier in the eyes there?

Ch'en : Stop mumbling... I can hear every word. You've got the loudest whisper.
What's the rush, she says? Why aren't you in a rush?!
You know how long we've been out here? Forget the spectre force. We haven't found anything that even resembles a clue!
If I ran into a situation like this back when I was a cop in Lungmen, I would have told you to give up... No hostage would last this long.

Bagpipe : ...No.
I know the captain's still alive.
And likewise, she knows I'm doin' everythin' I can to save her, and I know she's lookin' for a way to regroup with me.

Ch'en : Eh, fine, whatever. There's no helping you.
If I could talk you out of anything, you wouldn't have been dragging me all over the place.

Bagpipe : Just goes to show how sweet you are on me, Chenchen!

Ch'en : Enough, I understand persistence. All those years, back when I had my heart set on finding her, you always supported me... Anyway, let's not talk about this right now.
–The point is, you heard it yourself.
The County Hillock Incident's a military drill gone wrong. That's what they told the public.
Everyone who's hurt or sick will receive compensation and be resettled. According to government documents, anyway.
If Dublinn, or the spectre force, had taken over County Hillock when you left, then they've long since left the place without a trace.
That's not going to change, even if we go back to see it for ourselves.

Bagpipe : I agree.
But I still remember everythin' I saw there. No matter how peaceful their things might seem, County Hillock... and the cities around it have gone through a great change.
Besides... isn't it all the more scary, when you think about how those changes are so well hidden in plain sight?
If the enemy chose to lay low after they made such a huge ruckus, that just says they're brewin' an even bigger scheme!
Victoria... might be lookin' at a crisis way bigger than the Hillock situation.

Ch'en : I believe you.
That's why I'm here.
But I'm not sure there are many more out there who do.

Bagpipe : That's why we need to work harder!

Ch'en : Then I guess we need to figure a way into the big cities.
Do you remember Hughes?

Bagpipe : The, um... the round one who tripped and bumped his head just about anywhere in trainin'?

Ch'en : He's the vice-chairman of Tradersmill City's Business Alliance.
If any of our classmates caught wind of anything on the down low, it's him.

Bagpipe : Actually, before you even brought it up, I'd been thinkin' of askin' Hughes to help... No, not just Hughes. I wanted to try Big Green, Ginger Bill... and all the rest!
I've tried findin' them myself... It was plenty tough, though...
But now I've got you here, plus the supplies and intel support that Rhodes Island so generously provides–
So I'm pumped up on hope!

Ch'en : Let me warn you first. I have no idea how easily they'll be convinced–Huh?!
Bloody son of a... Why'd you yank me that hard?!

Bagpipe : Chenchen, the transmitter's on!

Ch'en : An emergency message from Rhodes Island...?
They got our location before the transmitter broke, right? Could they have been trying to reach me...?
......
.........

Bagpipe : What's the matter? You look like that message socked you straight in the gut...
Oh, I think I get it... Is it about her?

Ch'en : Sure enough...
–
I need some time to think about what's to come.

<Background 4>

[Jessica, now a combat specialist in Blacksteel, is contacted by Liskarm. ]

Liskarm : Jessica, how's the mission going?

Jessica : I'm on the road already.

Liskarm : Don't let your guard down.

Jessica : Relax, Liskarm... I may not have been back to Victoria much, but we have entry permissions for our aircraft. The navigation system is working fine, too.

Liskarm : Our mission to escort the expats back to Columbia isn't difficult in itself, but the situation could change at any moment.

Jessica : I was actually pretty surprised when we got their message, though...
The journey's been pretty much smooth sailing so far, but... have things really gotten so bad?
Phew... Sorry, I couldn't really show it when the captain and the rest of the team was there, but I'm actually rather nervous about this.

Liskarm : Your captain's not there...?

Jessica : Oh, no. She left with a few others not long after we'd got to Victoria.
I guess... they might have another mission?

Liskarm : There's obviously a reason that the expat evacuation was assigned to the Department of Equipment and Applied Technologies.

Jessica : I-Is there an obvious reason?

Liskarm : It's not necessarily a bad thing that you haven't noticed.

Jessica : Do you mean... they are still having discussions with others?
But the Victorian government hasn't given us any orders...

Liskarm : Per the confidentiality agreement, I shouldn't be speculating or commenting on the other departments' information.
Forget what I said.
Focus on your mission, and let me know if anything comes up.
Remember, although this mission is Blacksteel's, our agreement with Rhodes Island still stands.

Jessica : Alright! I got it!
Once Rhodes Island's squads make it to the outskirts of Londinium, I will rendezvous with them, as needed.

<Background 5>

Siege : We're getting close...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Vina, are you nervous?

Siege : A few months ago, Dr. Kal'tsit asked me if I was ready.
And I told her, I didn't know.
And I still don't know, even now.
So, I can't say for sure that I'm not nervous.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Siege : Doctor, thank you for staying with me.
If I'm still here seeking the quiet by your side... does that make it seem like I'm hiding from my problems?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : We've waited so long for this day.

Siege : Ever since the day I escaped, yeah, I've been waiting for the chance to return.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Siege : I can't help but wonder... If someone's gone for too long from where they belonged before, do they still really have a place to go home?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : When I woke up, I didn't even know how long it'd been since I left.

Siege : I heard about those days.
You'd just awakened, and right away you had to take command and go through everything that happened at Chernobog... Most people couldn't have handled things as well as you did.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Amiya and everyone welcomed me.

Siege : Amiya... Doctor, you're family to her.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Siege : Rhodes Island needs you. All of us operators need you as well. There's no doubt about it.

Doctor : I'm sure someone is waiting for you in Londinium too.

Siege : The Glasgow Gang must have a new leader by now. They could never have set roots down in Londinium without one.
As for the others...
I doubt my absence has left Londinium wanting.

Doctor : If you want the answer, we must keep going.

Siege : You told me before... you wanted to go to Londinium to find the truth.
Are we all bound for there together?
It really does lighten me up, knowing I won't take this journey alone.
I hope the answer that lies ahead won't be one too ugly.
But whatever it is, I will do my best to shape it into something half decent with my hammer.

<Background 6>

Regent : Have they arrived?

Confessarius : Soon, Your Majesty. The Nachzehrer King and the Vampires' Prince of Blood will arrive in Londinium in three days.

Regent : With the court reassembled, the Sarkaz have not been so close to reunification since before the civil war.
We mustn't let any other factions get in the way.

Confessarius : Speaking of other factions, Your Majesty, the envoy from County Hillock is still in Londinium.

Regent : We've already reached a conclusion on that.

Confessarius : It's just as you said, Your Majesty. They don't truly wish to form an alliance.
Had they such a motive, they wouldn't send a lunatic of a servant in their place as they hide whole behind the curtain.
There is no chance she lays hands on what she wants, but that is not why she left. The force she brought with her has been involved in multiple skirmishes with noble remnants and local residents in Londinium's outskirts.

Regent : They're probing the situation in Londinium, as well as evaluating our strength.

Confessarius : Yes, Your Majesty. If we appear weak, the powers behind her will step onto the stage sooner.
Yet if we take a strong approach, she will lose her value as a pawn, and face a hasty disposal.

Regent : All those who would wield the blade that is the Sarkaz will find themselves slain by that very blade.
She is not even in the same class as Talulah.

Confessarius : They may come from similar bloodlines, but Dublinn's leader and Talulah are nothing alike.
Compared to Reunion, the troubles that Dublinn stirs in the south have more than proven their strength. And it proves they are either ready to or are preparing to rip Victoria apart.

Regent : If one seeks to kick a man when he's down, one will only appear at the climax of the chaos.
At this stage, so long as the objective before us has nothing to do with the Sarkaz, no matter what they are scheming outside, they are unworthy of my attention.
But I will not allow any more chaos in Londinium.
Have Manfred do something about this. Dealing with the nobles is far too simple a task for him. He needs growth, and he needs it fast.

Confessarius : Manfred has always known how you feel. He's made the preparations.

Regent : Still not enough. Any movement from Rhodes Island?

Confessarius : For the past few months, their usual, so-called "commercial activities" have proceeded apace.
Ever since their landship sailed off from Kazimierz late last year, they've come close to Victoria several times. Since then, they've scarcely left our watchful eyes, and never for long.

Regent : As soon as they near Londinium... No, as soon as the few of them enter Victoria, report to me at once.
Or perhaps you may report to her directly.

Confessarius : Of course, Your Majesty–The King of Sarkaz knows how to reclaim her promised crown.

9-21: Relit

Summary

Rhodes Island suffers an attack long planned. Reunion kidnaps Talulah and demands this "leader" give them an explanation for her past actions.

<Background 1>

「Nameless Barrenlands, Inside Rhodes Island 」

[An R.I. logistics operator enters Closure's room, carrying food with her. ]

Logistics Operator : Good morning, Closure. Here's your breakfast.

Closure : Oh, thanks!
There's no mold or anything, right...?

Logistics Operator : Uh, probably not, I guess.

Closure : *Sigh*... We've been stuck here for days thanks to this shitty weather... Who knows how bad this'll throw off our schedule... Hmm, this flavor...

Logistics Operator : I mean, a Catastrophe caused this thick fog... It's not going to be good if we end up coming head to head with an aftershock.
Should I turn in the environmental Originium monitoring report for last night right now?

Closure : Where's Kal'tsit? Is she still in the operating theater?

Logistics Operator : Yes, she's been there since last night.

Closure : Don't worry about it right now, then.

Logistics Operator : Thank you.
Can I help you with anything else?

Closure : Hm... Let's see. Wanna finish this health food for me? I mean it. This stuff's got a real funny taste.

Logistics Operator : Eh?! You want me to eat all that?

Closure : Haha, calm down. Just kidding.

[Closure's smartphone beeps. ]

Closure : Huh?

Logistics Operator : What's the matter?

Closure : New mail? Out in the wasteland?
Is there a town or a Messenger Outpost close by?

Logistics Operator : No... If there was, we would've been in contact with them a couple days ago...

Closure : That's weird. Let's see...

[Closure opens the e-mail on her smartphone. ]

Closure : The sender's Dijkstra... What, Dijkstra?! I thought he was in Columbia!

TO Closure
Dear Closure, it's been a while.
How's things? Going well? The last time we worked together was back in summer, right?
I was really shocked when Grace got in touch with me and told me about your plan. Screwing around with Kazimierz corporate networks isn't exactly small potatoes.
I gotta hand it to you, though. That's exactly your style. Either way, it was a good time, second only to that hit we did in Columbia once! It was perfect!

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : ......
Acute lesions successfully removed.
Keep the infusion going.

Medic Operator : Okay!

Kal'tsit : Wound is clean...
Hold on, confirm the patient's vitals.

Medic Operator : Okay...!

[The EKG device beeps rapidly. ]

Medic Operator : Doctor! The patient's heart rate is abnormal... Body... body temperature is dropping!

Kal'tsit : Calm down.
Adjust transmural pressure. I need an injection intervention right now.
Prepare to stop the bleeding.

Medic Operator : Okay!

Kal'tsit : ......

<Background black>

But you know. It doesn't matter how many banks we hack, how many millionaires we screw with. Even if we manage to take control of half the city's drones, put a stop to all the machines, and scare the cowards shitless–
It's all just fleeting, and anything fleeting might as well be pointless.
Before I forget, Closure. There's something I need to tell you.
There was this one time I mentioned a friend of mine who's got Oripathy. Do you remember?

<Background 3>

[Blaze meets an R.I. guardsman. ]

Blaze : Hey, everyone... It's time to change shift.

Guard Operator : Blaze!

Blaze : Did something happen?

Guard Operator : Nope... Well, given this visibility, the surveillance equipment's about the only thing we can trust.
I doubt even the sniper operators on lookout can see anything in this weather...

Blaze : Eh, you're right. All this fog is a major buzzkill...
Stormeye wouldn't have much trouble with the fog. If only he had left just two weeks later. Too bad.
It's been a few days since we stopped, though. If anything's gonna happen, it should already have happened by now.
You guys should head back and get some rest.

Guard Operator : Yeah, sure.

<Background black>

That man was as healthy as could be.
He had a decent education and a decent job. He was married, though no kids.
He didn't even know how he caught Oripathy. He just showed up to work one morning to find a posting on the company notice board about his infection. Everyone started looking at him different.
To tell the truth, I was too lazy to look into it all that much. Someone was either jealous, or they were trying set him up, some kind of infighting.
Anyway, after that, his life was ruined. He lost his job, and his wife left him. How can you blame them, though? We all know Oripathy's infectious.
I just met him by chance, and I decided to help him on a whim too. Making a few quick changes to a database here or there isn't much for people like us, you know. A few keystrokes and we change a man's fate. Almost magical, huh?
So, that's what I figured. I thought it was unfair, so I did that for him.
I thought I was helping him.
But things didn't unfold quite like I expected.
He didn't go back to the life he once had.
I met the guy again in the barrenlands outside Columbia. He had joined an Infected organization. He told me his comrades in Ursus needed his help, and that's why he went there.

<Background 1>

Closure : An Infected organization...?
Hmm... So this guy got caught up with the Infected too?

Closure, take a guess what I'm trying to tell you with this story.
Eyes.
They went to great lengths to find me, but I still didn't know the slightest thing about the Infected.
They were travel-worn, their equipment was outdated, and most of them were malnourished–
But their eyes were full of light.
Closure, it took us a long time to find this ray of light. A very, very long time.
Anger, unwillingness, the readiness to make sacrifices for a belief, the mind to give your life for a certain cause.
Same as you and your buddies over there. We want to change something. We know what's wrong.

Closure : "That's why I decided to help them. Columbia, Kazimierz, and the Sarkaz homeland you told me all about–"
"That's what we've always been doing. Always, even–"
"–Now."
...That's it?
Is that supposed to be it? Hold on, what do you mean, "Now?"

[Suddenly, there is a rumble across the R.I. landship. ]

Closure : Whoa! What just happened?!
The tremor... came from below. It was huge, too–An explosion?!

<Background 2>

[Everyone in the surgery room feels the rumble. ]

Medic Operator : Ahh! Wh-What's going on?!
We told everyone ahead of time how difficult this surgery was going to be. We told them we needed absolute silence!

Kal'tsit : ......

[The R.I. medic receive a dispatch. ]

Medic Operator : Uh, this is the operating theater... What?
The security door's been... What?! All the bulkheads are locked? Huh? That's...

Kal'tsit : Stay calm.
Contact all the operators we can. Tell them to head to confinement immediately.
Also, tell Blaze that she may damage the ship's facilities as necessary.

Medic Operator : R-Right!

Kal'tsit : Everyone else, continue the operation.
We'll leave what's going on outside to the other operators.
There is nothing more important than the patient's life in the operating room. Don't get distracted.

Medic Operator : Ah, I'm truly sorry! I'll get ready right away!

Kal'tsit : ......
............

<Background 4>

[A door in the R.I. landship's brig has been breached and someone breaks open the door to a cell. That person is revealed to be Nine, one of the few members of Reunion who remains at large following the Chernobog-Lungmen crisis last year, as she enters the cell... ]

Nine : I thought this would've been more difficult.
But this must be our first formal meeting, "Leader" of Reunion.

??? : ......

[...of none other than Talulah, who is in the R.I. custody following the climactic battle at Chernobog. ]

Talulah : You are... Reunion.

Nine : You don't seem very surprised.

Talulah : I simply know better than anyone that the fires of Infected fury cannot be extinguished so easily.
It's just...

Reunion Soldier : –It's been a while, "Leader."

Talulah : ...!
It's you...!

[Talulah was shocked to see the one beside Nine, a Reunion soldier whom she knew of. ]

Reunion Soldier : Don't remember me? Ha, of course you don't! I was just a nameless pawn, someone lucky enough to avoid letting you kill me back in Chernobog!
But you, Talulah, our "Leader!" I will never forget your damned face!

Talulah : You joined us when our team passed through the village that was destroyed by the taxmen. Your name is... Valiya.

Reunion Soldier : You remember my name, huh...? So, what about Leontyev, Denis, and Arseny? Do you remember them? Do you know what happened to them?
I'm here because I want to ask you myself: Why did you do what you did?! Who gave you the right?! How could you betray us?!

Talulah : ......

Nine : Let go of her collar.
Now's not the time. We need to leave this place first.

Reunion Soldier : Hmph.

[the Reunion soldier named Valiya puts down Talulah despite his fury. ]

Nine : You heard him, Leader of the Infected.
We all want answers. Many of us have suffered waiting for this chance. The chance to get them from you.
Don't forget. Those who most deserve to judge you, to hear out your defense, and to determine your fate, are the Infected who rose and died for you.
Talulah, you need to come with us.

Talulah : ......

<Background 1>

Logistics Operator : Closure! Are you okay?! What was that just now?

Closure : What kind of sick joke is this?

Logistics Operator : Closure?

Closure : You've gotta be kidding me! He's definitely somewhere close by. He paralyzed Rhodes Island's systems!

Closure : The surveillance... and observation systems... Hah, not bad...

[The R.I. logistics operator received a dispatch. ]

Logistics Operator : I got a transmission from Logistics! Some of the operators have been ambushed by... R-Reunion!

Closure : No way! Reunion?!
No, no, no–Hurry! Tell Amiya right now. They might be here for Talulah! I'll get these systems back up. We need to act fast!

Logistics Operator : Y-Yes, ma'am!

[Closure tries to restore the R.I. landship's security systems, but her attempt is blocked by more computer virus disguised as e-mails... ]

Closure : Why am I getting a message now, of all times?!
Argh! My control screen's locked?!

[...as a voiced message from the hacker themselves, Closure's friend Dijkstra, pops up on the screen. ]

Dijkstra : Good morning. Good morning?
Hard at work fixing your system, Closure? You're kinda mad right now, aren't you?
Oh, I should probably mention this video's prerecorded. You don't have to waste time tracing me.
Oh, also, I went through the trouble of keeping your Medical Department's system modules separate when I did all the prep work overnight. Spares the innocent, you know? I'm a stand-up guy, aren't I?

Closure : Dijkstra–!

Dijkstra : Sorry about this, Closure. I know it's pretty unchill to nail you with this hookup you so graciously gave me. But still...
I'd do it again. You know me. No regrets.
When you gave me the prototype back then, you said it was, at the time, the best option for taking down Columbian network programs. You called it your trump card.
And doing my wetwork the past couple days, I realized you weren't lying. Rhodes Island's security system works very similar to the logic you handed me.
So yeah, I abused your trust, no doubt about that. But you've got your position, I got my judgment. That's how it goes.
I still remember how I met you, just a Sarkaz back then, and how we became friends.
I hope we're still friends... Or, like before, war buddies.
–That said, Closure.
First and foremost, I'm a rebel. We've always been rebels. Always will be.

[Dijkstra's voiced message ends. ]

Closure : Where do you get off... c'mon, so damned full of yourself!
No... Now's not the time to worry about this. Is the comm system still working?
All stations!

<Background 5>

[Reunion fighters are running around the R.I. landship's corridors as Blaze is chasing after them. ]

Blaze : Grr, if Ascalon and Logos were here, you wouldn't be running around like you own the place–
–Hey! Get out here!
I know you're hiding on both sides of the hallway, but this is Rhodes Island, and you aren't fooling me!

[Guard, who stays with Reunion ever since the Chernobog crisis, reveals himself to Blaze. ]

Guard : Right, Blaze, this is Rhodes Island.
It was this very same corridor where I first saw you and the other elite operators come home after a triumphant victory.

Blaze : –
Guard...?

Guard : I hesitated. When I first learned about the plan to attack Rhodes Island. Of course I hesitated.
I'm not going to justify it, but I think this is exactly why I have to come back. Both to take responsibility and to bear witness to this plan's execution.

Blaze : "Responsibility..." huh?

Guard : Right. If I'm here, I can't make excuses.
If there's even a single operator who thinks it, then I am indeed a "traitor."

Blaze : So you're with Reunion now... what are you doing back here?

Guard : The few survivors who managed to make it out of Ursus drifted out in the borderless barrenlands.
First we got to Columbia, then Leithanien, and then Siracusa, Victoria... All these countries... there were Infected trying to get in touch with us.
Reunion managed to set a fire, and from the tundra all across the world.
But... what are we supposed to tell the Infected who chose to stand up for our cause because of Talulah, and to the Infected who chose to stand up against fate because of the Ursus Reunion Movement–
How do we break it to them that we failed in Chernobog, and that Reunion was yet another pawn, tossed away by the great powers once it exhausted its usefulness?

Blaze : ......

Guard : There are way too many Infected left in the dark, Infected who lost friends and loved ones.
That's why Reunion needs that truth. They need the "leader" to answer to them.
And then...

[A group of Sarkaz guerrilla fighters who once served the late Patriot joined Guard. One of them approaches Blaze. ]

Guerrilla Sarkaz : Then, we will start all over.

Blaze : –Sarkaz?
No, you're no ordinary mercenaries–

Guerrilla Sarkaz : Damned straight.
I heard that nutjob W started chumming with you guys after that? Well, whatever.
After the Captain died, not all of the guerrilla fighters decided to part ways with Reunion...
Hand Talulah over. If Reunion still exists, then she belongs to us.

Blaze : ...Hah.
You think we're gonna talk this over and come to a nice agreement?

Guerrilla Sarkaz : Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
Talulah's got Lungmenite and Rhodes Islander blood on her hands, but let's not forget there's blood on your hands too. The Captain's, and Yelena's.
Don't you think for a second we'll go easy on you.

[A fight between Blaze and the Sarkaz guerrillas is inevitable, which goes intensely as the R.I. elite guards are pitted against some of Patriot's best warriors. ]

<Background 3>

[A Reunion soldier reports in to Nine. ]

Reunion Soldier : Nine, the barriers have been activated. This whole area's sealed off. We just need to deal with the hostiles in here ASAP.

Nine : Good. Get the team ready for rendezvous and exfiltration.

Reunion Soldier : Sure thing.

Reunion Caster : The enemies are fighting back. We don't have enough manpower–

Nine : We're not fighting for the sake of fighting here. Prioritize the evacuation!

[R.I. combatants show up to stop Reunion. ]

Guard Operator : In your dreams! You aren't getting away that easily!

Sniper Operator : Don't even think about it!

[The R.I. sniper opens fire at the Reunion fighters. ]

Reunion Caster : Ugh, why can't this ever be easy.
Boss, you go on ahead!

[The Reunion Casters use their Arts to hold off the R.I. combatants and give Nine the opportunity to escape. ]

Nine : Right. Be sure to catch up. I'll see you later.
Confirm the exfiltration route!

Reunion Soldier : Confirmed. No trouble at all! We'll make it out of here without a hitch if we keep to the plan!

Nine : Good, contact the team outside. The plan is a go!

Reunion Soldier : Roger!

??? : Hold it!

Nine : ......

??? : –Stop. You are not leaving.

Amiya : I won't let you through.
Talulah, you should not have left that room.
Are these–Reunion? Are they here to rescue you?

<Background 3>

Talulah : ......

Nine : The leader of Rhodes Island herself. Well, the word "rescue" isn't very appropriate here, not that it matters.
Now I do hope you'll understand. She's coming with us, and she doesn't have a choice.

Amiya : No, she's staying here.

Nine : Ursus and Lungmen both have a right to prosecute Talulah, and naturally Rhodes Island has a reason to imprison her.
But Talulah also owes us an explanation. To Reunion... and to the Infected.

Amiya : –In that case, why not trust Rhodes Island, and wait until Talulah can give you that explanation?

Nine : That's the same thing Guard said to us, he wanted us to trust you.
And Ch'en... Lungmen's Superintendent Ch'en once said she wanted to create fair terms by which an Infected like her could be judged.
But what even counts as fair?

Amiya : ......

Nine : Chernobog and Lungmen have seen so much sacrifice, so much needless death. Even if she had a thousand excuses, she's still guilty.
Rhodes Island is welcome to forge that future, to wait for it to come, but... Reunion, the ones she betrayed... they don't get a say?
Answer me, as Rhodes Island's leader.

Amiya : In that case, we can wait together.
The Shieldguards are willing to believe... and so do Rhodes Island's operators... that there will come a day we give everyone an answer...
But, right now, Reunion is trying to snatch her away from Rhodes Island through violence. How is anyone supposed to trust in Reunion?
I don't want the Infected to see any more bloodshed. I don't want to fight the Reunion Movement again. But why must you–

Nine : Even if I'm willing to wait, and there are others who are... "Reunion" cannot wait.

Amiya : What?

Nine : That's all I have to say.

Reunion Soldier : Nine! We have to move! We can't waste any more time with her!

Nine : Let's go, Talulah.

Talulah : ......

Amiya : Wait, you can't–

Reunion Soldier : That's not for you to decide!
Everyone, stop the Cautus! Watch her Arts!

[Amiya unleashes her powers to stop Reunion from taking away Talulah as the Reunion crossbowmen fire on her. ]

<Background 5>

[The fight between Blaze and the Sarkaz guerrilla fighter rages on, and both sides are evenly matched. ]

Guerrilla Sarkaz : You're strong, Rhodes Island Infected! There's no way I could stop you alone!

Blaze : Heh, I'll take that as a compliment. That mean you're letting me by?

Guerrilla Sarkaz : No, I was just thinking that at least Yelena gave her life fighting a true warrior!

Blaze : Aw, too bad. I'm in a hurry, though. So you guys are in for a hard time!

Guard : –Crossbowman, stop her!

Blaze : There's more of you–?!

[A Reunion crossbowman fires at Blaze with a seemingly familiar shot, and Blaze narrowly deflects. The shooter is actually a Phantom Crossbowman who is carrying Faust's crossbow. ]

Phantom Crossbowman : ......

Blaze : Wait–You–? What's that you're holding?

Phantom Crossbowman : The captain's crossbow. You've been taking good care of it.
Thank you.
But as long as we choose to stand up, it's too early for that crossbow to be sealed away as a mere memento of the dead.
All hands, ready.

<Background 3>

[Amiya's power gives her an upper hand against the Reunion fighters, but she noticeably shows signs of fatigue. ]

Reunion Warrior : This rabbit... She's so young. How is she this powerful?!

Amiya : *Pant*... *pant*...
Out of... the way!

Reunion Warrior : Heh... I signed up for this ambush ready to sacrifice myself.
Come, Cautus. I saw your battle at the core city. Honestly, I admire you people.
But I won't give in. Even if the Infected have to die here.

Amiya : I–

[Amiya knocks out the Reunion warrior with her Arts. Nine then approaches Amiya... ]

Amiya : ...!

Nine : It's flowering season.

[...and unleashes flowers from the floor onto the Cautus' face. ]

Amiya : A-Are those... flowers? When did–

Nine : You take nonlethal shots, even at a time like this.
You're a worthy leader, Rhodes Island, but it's about time you got some sleep.

Amiya : ...No...
(You... can't...)

[The flower turns out to be Nine's plant Arts, and they "tranquilizes" Amiya. ]

Reunion Warrior : Um, can your Arts work a little faster...? I mean, how much time is this going to buy us?

Nine : Enough. Have all teams move to our current position. The aircraft will be here–

[A slight rumble can be felt. ]

Reunion Warrior : Wait! Nine! Dijkstra says he's got something approaching us fast on the camera feed!

Nine : Are there other operators...?

Reunion Warrior : No, no! That's not human!

[The unknown object is revealed to be Mon3tr, which pursues Nine and Talulah. ]

Mon3tr : (Elated roar)

Reunion Warrior : S-Stop that thing! It's after Nine and Talulah–

Mon3tr : (Relaxedly stretches its limbs)
(Howls)

[The Reunion warriors attack Mon3tr, but their weapons barely do anything against it. Instead, it retaliates by cutting them down with its razor-sharp talons... ]

Reunion Warrior : Woah!

[...resulting in many casualties. ]

Nine : Just what... is that–?

Mon3tr : (Roars)

Nine : (Crap! My Arts can't–)

[Before Mon3tr could strike Nine, it is suddenly hit by flame Arts casted by Talulah. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Talulah : ......

Mon3tr : (Taunting roar)

Nine : ...You...

Talulah : Silence isn't an answer, Reunion.
Now, here's my answer. Not that I am given a choice, as you said.

Nine : ......

[Explosions are heard as the Reunion attackers are on the verge of losing to the R.I. defenders. ]

Guerrilla Sarkaz : Nine! We don't have the time! We can't hold that Feline and the monster for very long!

Mon3tr : (Roars)

Guerrilla Sarkaz : Ugh–Dammit!

Nine : 30 seconds more...

Amiya : Hngh.... Mmm...?

Mon3tr : (Agitated roars)

Guerrilla Sarkaz : It's charging you again, Nine–

Talulah : Rhodes Island.
I'm not going to convince anyone, nor will I force anyone to accept what I think.
But it's not over yet.
I will wait for that day to come. Whether it's the day she spoke of, or the day you did. I will wait for my so-called judgment.
But until then–

「Flames rise from her fingertips.
Like a great wall built of fury. 」

Mon3tr : –(Brief timid moans)!

Talulah : I will live.

Doctor : Amiya! / Talulah!
Don't touch her! / Over my dead body!

「You step in front of Amiya, shielding her.
The suffocatingly high temperature briefly dazes you, though the fire's sparks continue to dance in the air, leaving you two unharmed. 」

Talulah : Relax, I made sure the flames went around her.
You still have a long road ahead. I can only hope... nothing will cloud your hearts.

[Guard rushes towards Nine and Talulah's side. ]

Guard : It's time! Nine! We can't wait any longer!

Nine : I know.
Well, then... We'll meet again, Rhodes Island.

[Having accomplished their objective, Reunion retreats to a VTOL transport aircraft. ]

Doctor : Is that... a low-altitude aircraft?

[Kal'tsit shows up... ]

Kal'tsit : Take that thing down.

Mon3tr : (Howls)

[...and orders Mon3tr to shoot down the aircraft as it takes off. But the aircraft fires at Mon3tr and flies away with Talulah onboard. ]

Kal'tsit : ......

Doctor : It... missed? / They're gone.

Kal'tsit : A Columbian low-altitude aircraft. They've been waiting for foggy weather.
Set Amiya down on the floor. Quick.

Doctor : Okay!

Kal'tsit : ......

<Background 6>

Talulah : ......

Nine : So that's Kal'tsit.
Guard said that if, including Kal'tsit, there were just three elite operators around, our ambush wouldn't have worked.
That's why today... that was our only chance.

Talulah : How long have you been preparing for this?

Nine : A long time.

Talulah : So? Where are we going?

Nine : Where it all started.

<Background 3>

Amiya : Mmgh...

Doctor : Is Amiya okay? / ...... / Is Amiya alright?

Kal'tsit : Calm down... She passed out. That's all.
It's no mere Arts, though. It might be plant toxins... Blaze.

Blaze : ......

Kal'tsit : Take Amiya to Medical.

Blaze : Alright...

Kal'tsit : I can see it on your face. Don't blame yourself. That Sarkaz was no run-of-the-mill fighter.

Blaze : But I still let them get away.
If... If only I had gotten more answers out of Guard–!

Kal'tsit : Guard...
They came prepared, and we weren't.

[Closure rushes to meet the others. ]

Closure : H-Hey, everybody? How's everything–
A–Amiya...

Kal'tsit : Let's get a damage report and take care of the wounded first. We'll talk about the rest later.

Closure : ......
That guy played me like a fiddle... This ambush could've been avoided.
Dammit...! I gave him that thing because I trusted him–!
Dr. Kal'tsit!

Kal'tsit : I am listening.

Closure : This ship... Rhodes Island might be finding itself under frequent, direct threats, just like we used to!
I want to hold an emergency meeting right now.

Kal'tsit : We'll be entering Victoria soon...
We don't have many operators at your disposal.

Closure : I know.

Kal'tsit : Well then... Doctor.
I'll have you assist Closure. That look on her face... it's seldom seen.

Doctor : Yeah. / ...... / Sorry, but I'm also...

Kal'tsit : At least you stood up and shielded Amiya in the end.
Thank you.

<Background 6>

Talulah : ......

Nine : ......

Talulah : What's this...?

Nine : Your new cuffs.
They track your position in real time. And if you try to use your Arts again, you aren't going to enjoy it.

Talulah : ......

Nine : Talulah, you are our prisoner.

Talulah : When did you join Reunion, Lungmenite?

Nine : ......

Talulah : Every soul who walks this world is fated to die, let alone the Infected, and let alone me.
That said, the humiliation the Infected have faced and the fury of the enslaved have not been answered for.
That's why I can't die for nothing.

Nine : When this comes to an end, you will die.

Talulah : Then let our brethren tear down the banners of the old era and set all injustice and tyranny ablaze. Then, and only then, scatter their ashes on my grave.
But I know, of course, what you and your followers seek first is the truth.

Nine : It's like you and Ch'en were cut from the same cloth.

Talulah : You know her.

Nine : I do. And not just Superintendent Ch'en. I know Ch'en Hui-chieh. So I can tell you two are alike.
That's for another time, though.

<Background 2>

Amiya : Sorry, everyone... I made you worry.

Closure : Amiya! Are you okay?

Amiya : Yeah...
I... I couldn't stop Talulah.

Kal'tsit : Reunion has been tracking our ship under cover of fog and Catastrophe for at least a dozen days, and they had infiltrated our systems long before that... They didn't make their move right away, and instead waited until we were least prepared.
We will get Talulah back, but it's not necessarily a bad thing that Lungmen and Ursus no longer have a reason to keep track of the Rhodes Island landship.
We're getting closer and closer to Victoria, Amiya.

Amiya : We are...

Closure : If he managed to take my systems down... then I can trace him too.
He couldn't wipe all the records in time. There's gotta be some clues he left behind, like an origin terminal, geolocation info, and how he forged everything–
Just watch! I will find them!

Doctor : Sorry, Amiya. / ...... / I wasn't able to do anything for you.

Amiya : It's okay...
It's strange... Dr. Kal'tsit, Closure, Doctor. I'm getting a weird feeling about this turn of events.

Doctor : What? / ...... / What a coincidence. I've been getting a weird feeling too.

Amiya : Maybe... certain things are fated to happen, and we, sooner or later, have to face them.
I think...
...this isn't the end.
–We will meet again, Talulah.

<Background 7>

[Ch'en and Bagpipe walks through a Victorian street. ]

Ch'en : ......

Bagpipe : –I found a Messenger who can help! It's one of my old–
Chenchen? Are you spaced off?

Ch'en : No.
It's just... I'm getting this weird feeling... Whatever.

Bagpipe : Hm? Is everyone from Yan that sensitive? Got some kind of sixth sense?

Ch'en : Exactly. We solve cases with nothing but intuition alone.

Bagpipe : Eh?! Can you really?

Ch'en : ...Heh.
Stop being an idiot. Let's go.

<Background 8>

「It's cold.
This cold wind and snow used to be a familiar sight, yet it all feels so foreign now.
The snow breeze carries with it many tiny grains of rock, pricking away at the Draco's face.
Ursus's tundras are so much harsher and livelier than what she faintly remembers in her fading memories.
It's cold.
How long has it been since I last felt such cold?
A few months? Half a year? A year?
......
Has it really...
Has it really been so long? 」

Reunion Warrior : Like I said, why are we still keeping her alive like she did nothing wrong?!

Phantom Crossbowman : Nobody wants to see Talulah hanged more than us.

Reunion Warrior : ......

Phantom Crossbowman : We've been through it all, over the years, from our beginnings in the tundras all the way to the end in Chernobog... how do you think we stomach her betrayal?
She used to... She... *sigh*.
We don't know the whole story of Chernobog... but it's fishy, and we need a more concrete answer.

Reunion Warrior : Why should we even trust her?!

Phantom Crossbowman : Leave it to Nine.
The captain wouldn't want to see Infected morale fall to rock bottom either... but Nine is a bit more calm when it comes to this mess.

Reunion Warrior : Of course she is! She's a Lungmenite who joined us halfway through! She doesn't know what it means to be part of Reunion–

Phantom Crossbowman : –Watch your mouth!
Where did you think our comrades who left for the other countries started their journey?!
They started from the snowfields beneath your feet and made their way across the world under the watchful eyes of that disgusting traitor!
Do you think hanging her will solve the whole thing?!

Reunion Warrior : I... Sorry.
I'll... cool off.

<Background 9>

Nine : It's the Infected workmen from Londinium. They keep looking for help, trying to build relationships with other Infected.
Victoria... They rose because of you, Talulah. And that's before we even say... you are a Draco.

Talulah : ......

Nine : Just as you said, you don't have the right to die as you please. If all Reunion across the world rose up in arms because of you, then–
–Either the resistance thus far has been futile or... we will need some new tinder for our fire to crackle loud again.

Talulah : That's why your next destination is Victoria.

Nine : It's more than that, Talulah.

Talulah : ......

Nine : You still want to stay in Ursus?

Talulah : I'm looking for someone.
Someone I should've burned to ashes.

Nine : Who?

Talulah : An evil god who calls himself immortal.

Nine : Why?

Talulah : To resist him.

Nine : ......
You know how big this country is, don't you? You have only a few months. It's like a needle in a haystack.

Talulah : That's enough time.

<Background 10>

[Talulah walks through the snowy fields alongside Nine. ]

Talulah : ......

Nine : You've gone quiet again, all of a sudden.

Talulah : I... remembered something.

Nine : Here we are. This is it.

Talulah : This place...

Nine : This used to be Reunion's stronghold.
Of course, I only heard about it from the survivors. I have no idea what it was like back then.
What about you? Do you remember?

Talulah : ......

「The silent warrior stops in her tracks.
Amid the vast white blanket brought forth by the Ursus winter, the abandoned stronghold is almost entirely covered in snow, leaving not a trace of its former appearance.
Even Talulah finds this strange. It is as though she can see those scenes unfolding before her. She can immediately tell where the campfire used to be.
The walk was difficult, but the team was as hardened as they could have been. The soldiers once gathered here to sing together and warm their ever-starving stomachs with a soup that had only a hint of salt for taste.
And now, where the campfire once burned, there stands solemnly a misshapen stone slab. 」

Talulah : That's...

Nine : A cenotaph. It's like a monument.
It was built by the warriors who survived.
No matter how the living judge you, no matter what the future holds, you must return here first.
You need to question yourself.

Talulah : ......

[A Reunion caster reports to Nine. ]

Reunion Caster : Nine, we've scouted the road ahead.
We'll go around the village to the west. We'll rendezvous with some fighters there.

Nine : We don't have time. Have everyone go on the double. We need to make it back to the stronghold sooner than planned.

Reunion Caster : Okay...

Talulah : –Is something the matter?

Reunion Caster : I will never forget what you said to us in Chernobog, Talulah.
And I definitely won't forget what you did in the core city. Everything you did, every decision you made, I will have you answer for them.
Don't even think about running away.

[The caster leaves. ]

Talulah : ......

Nine : You heard him. You're not safe here.
We'll meet up with you up ahead, but you don't have much time.
Go.
See for yourself the sacrifices you trampled and hold them in your heart. Etch them into your brain forever.
Remember them.

[Nine leaves. ]

Talulah : ......

「The Draco begins to walk in silence. Her footsteps alone remain on the white snowfields. With each step on the thick snow, the mud below is imprinted with her weight.
Talulah walks tall with her back perfectly straight.
Aside from that one winter, when the slowly fading warmth behind her drained her of breath, she has never once slouched her back.
The names etched on the crude cenotaph appear to have been scrubbed often; they are starting to fade. 」

Talulah : ......
............

「It feels as though only a brief moment has passed. At the same time, it also feels like an eternity, to the point that the world itself falls still, and that the weight of emotions falling on the mud amidst the snow can only be borne by the land.
From afar, the warrior appears as both a solemn statue and a tree growing in the snowstorm.
Her roots must dig deep into the earth. Her figure can only expose itself above the snow ever so slightly. Beneath the hidden soil, the massive roots trickling out of the Draco continue to expand and steadily take hold.
At this moment, even the silence itself is engulfed by the snowstorm.
The warrior raises her head. A snowflake flutters downward onto her cheek, dried up before it can dissolve.
The snow ended long ago, in actuality. It's hard to believe that the northern wind granted her this bit of kindness, with the clouds dispersed and the sun shining down brightly.
The weather is fine today. A rare occurrence here in the tundra. 」

Talulah : ......
It's cold.
Looks like I need to get used to this weather all by myself again.
Sorry, I can't take too long. I need to go now. There are many to whom I owe an explanation.
One day, we will make it through this snowstorm and reach that end we must ultimately reach...

[Talulah leaves. ]

<Background black>

Talulah : But, right now, it looks like this place needs a flame to awaken it.
–I'd better hurry and start a fire.

10-1: The Pursued

Summary

Within Londinium's The Shard, the approaching Rhodes Island comes to Theresis's attention. At the same time, Amiya, Siege and the Doctor are bringing their squad in close to Londinium itself.

「Londinium, Auchterigg Borough
Inside The Shard 」

Theresis : Our project is near to its close.

Theresa : I hear the sound of the storm, and so do they.
They're telling me now, how they like this sound. They're dying to become a part of the storm, to howl wantonly through the air, to go and devour this hateful city before us.

Theresis : Perfect.
In ten days, our airship will be complete. From there, they'll be able to take to Londinium's skies, and serve as the storm's very pilots.

Theresa : I'll be going with them.

Theresis : That suits our plan. You are the optimal candidate to command our air forces, given I must be defending The Shard.

Theresa : No, Theresis, that isn't what I mean.
They and I, as one, can but only go together.

Theresis : –
Good.
Prior to their departure, you are to continue fulfilling your duty.
The Royal Court needs you, and our soldiers need their most trustworthy monarch.
Moreover, you are more proficient in building than I am, by all rights. Our construction rate has sped up by ten percent since you began attending Court meetings.

Theresa : I would not forget what I am meant to do.
Also. I noticed you deposed of those... guards. The Confessarii have given you no end of grief for that, have they?

Theresis : Deposing of the guards about you was the Military Commission's decision. We need more sentries, so we can answer to the greatest period of danger.

Theresa : If needs be, I can enter the battlefield too.

Theresis : Stay here. This tower... and the airship. Those lie at the core of our plans.
Once these two projects are through and done with, Kazdel will possess the power to fend off all nations.

Theresa : Fend off all nations, you say...
I've always known of your ambitions, but it makes it no less unbelievable to hear every time.

Theresis : Hasn't it always plagued you that they would not permit us to rise again?
Very soon, you will be plagued no longer.

Theresa : Indeed.
–If even the bearing of the storm is ours to control, who would still be occupied by the dark clouds floating at its head?

Theresis : In the past, we Sarkaz let our enemies pursue us.
Time and time again we stood up in the ruins, and time again we rebuilt our homeland, and time again we watched our home be torn to shreds by the wars they incited.

[After a short pause, the seemingly resurrected Theresa answers... ]

Theresa : Sarkaz... Sarkaz. We are a rootless people.

Theresis : Why is that? Solely because they have occupied our finest soil, and forbid our roots to take.
In the war two hundred years ago, it took all our might to drive the enemy back–yet we still could not preserve Kazdel.
After that, how much time did we have to devote, to just about reconvene our stranded remnants?
And how much more time–
To transport these bare shreds Victoria and Ursus could not see to a wasteland they were just as blind to, and rebuild Kazdel again right under their very noses?

Theresa : Two hundred years?

Theresis : Yes. It has taken us these two full centuries.
So what of the next time? Suppose our Kazdel is once again razed by flames of war? How much more time will we need to rebuild it?
Now five hundred years–or even longer?
Our enemies have almost gotten away with this, precisely because we've become accustomed to drifting.
Ruination after ruination may never snuff out the Sarkaz soul, but it has unarguably scattered us.
Kazdel today is merely crammed with houses. It is not home.
Still more Sarkaz wander the great land beyond, no dreams in their mind's eye further than tomorrow's bread.
Even the Royal Court... All Kazdel has is its Ten Kings' Court of tradition, and the majority of those ten have left their positions vacant.

Theresa : This is why you wanted war.

Theresis : It is not my want, but the Sarkaz's need.
This time, it will be beneath our feet where war's flames ignite. Victoria, Ursus, Leithanien... not one city, not one patch of soil will be fortunate enough to escape.
Within the next century, our enemies will no longer have the energy left to set their sights on Kazdel.
No, more than that. Once we have the ability to guide the storm–they'll come to fear the Sarkaz's gaze instead, just as they fear the storm descending.

Theresa : The storm... gathers atop this tower we stand in.
They will see us, stood in the storm's eye. Every enemy of the Sarkaz will throw themselves at us with all they have, to stop us.

Theresis : Then let them.

Theresa : You... Don't you fear the inferno consuming your body too, when the first thunderbolt strikes?

Theresis : When you built Babel, you too knew all opposers would point their swords at you–and did you ever once fear?

Theresa : ......

Theresis : The tower you built with life has collapsed, just like another Kazdel.
And at this moment, we stand here–in a new tower, in a new opportunity.
Look at Londinium today. You only just presided over the meeting of the kings. How can you not have realized?
Not even before the useless war between us began, were the Sarkaz so close to unity.

I'll return to the city's outer barracks soon,
Your Majesty Theresa.

I understand, Nachzehrer King.
Our meeting here will be as brief as possible.

You're always in such a hurry, Nachzehrer.
You don't want to get together with us?

I haven't the time to spare, Vampire.
A hundred thousand are stationed outside Londinium.
Not I nor my soldiers can spare a second of complacency.

Then let's switch our duty. I'm already sick of the blabbering nobles inside the city.
And, Theresis, your little Gaulish friend is just as foolish and noisy as them.
I've got to warn you in advance. My patience is limited.

His head will have to stay on his neck for a moment longer. Don't add the city's Victorian Army to our troubles.

Fine enough. That said,
don't you feel that some still haven't been put to use?

Do you speak of myself, Vampire?
I have great affairs upcoming, don't I, Your Highnesses?

Of course. Control of Londinium is inseparable from the efforts of us all.
Has there been word from the Messenger you sent, Confessarius?

By Manfred's tireless urging, the Lich is now fast on the way to Londinium.
The few Wendigos left remain battling strange monsters in Ursus's north. Their hearts hold the Royal Court no more.
The Cyclops sends a letter. As ever, she describes a tragic scene–Londinium sundered by great fire into thirds, The Shard fallen under lightning strikes in their hundreds, and the Regent... yes, she still prophesies your end, Regent.

Speak.

She says she has seen your solitary death, on the underground throne of the Palace of Westhaleg.

Give her a reply, thanking her for her concern.
Continue searching for any sign of the Gargoyles. So long as you can find any remnant blood vessels, immediately send an invitation.
The Council will, together with the Royal Court, ensure victory in this war.

Theresis : If the Sarkaz can still be given a new chance, then that chance lies before our eyes, and it is one and only.

Theresa : And very, very many will die.
So many... Victorians, and so many Sarkaz. The people's blood will change this grey city through and through, and their wails will cover even the thunder.

Theresis : This is a war. A war between us and them, one continued for centuries, without end.

Theresa : Yes, war... This has always been how we Sarkaz continue to survive.

Theresis : If you have any objections, speak.
Single out the dangers of my plan, just as you have countless times before.

Theresa : I have no objections.

Theresis : None... you say?

Theresa : If you could hear these sounds in my head, you would know, they would not allow me another choice.
Provided this war can truly free Kazdel from the cycle of destruction... Provided this storm can truly put out the Sarkaz's smoldering enmity, and return countless souls to the freedom of rest...
I will stand with you, ensuring our dream can be made reality.

Theresis : ......
A fine turn.
There is one more thing–
The Rhodes Islanders are already on their way.

<Background 1>

「6:50 A.M. \ Overcast
527km out from Londinium, operation platform of an abandoned mine 」

Rhodes Island Operator : Dr. Kal'tsit, anchoring sequence will begin in T plus one hour, forty-eight minutes.

Kal'tsit : Good. Ensure the boarding region can operate normally before then.

Rhodes Island Operator : Understood. We'll step up the cleanup.

Kal'tsit : Warfarin, have all critically ill patients been appropriately situated?

Warfarin : Relax, it's just the last three left, and we're operating on them tomorrow. We'll have the moving sickbeds arranged in no time...
Don't rush me, okay? You standing here with your stern look makes our Medic Operators have to keep peeking at you.

Kal'tsit : This is an emergency.

Warfarin : Fine, I get it, I'll quit joking.
Every day's been like a battle ever since we entered Victoria. If you hadn't transferred so many operators away beforehand...

Kal'tsit : Rhodes Island must operate as usual.
We reached this consensus at the first resolutive meeting, Warfarin.

Warfarin : No complaints from me. You made Mon3tr lash me to the side of the ship four years ago...

Kal'tsit : Hm?

Warfarin : I mean, when you invited me to join Rhodes Island. We agreed I would research Oripathy alongside you, as a doctor.
There wasn't any "follow the new King of Sarkaz in a fight to win back Kazdel"-type clause in my contract, and switching Kazdel out for Londinium changes nothing.

Kal'tsit : This goes for a great deal of our operators. I have no intent of forcing any one operator to participate in a mission irrelevant to their long-term goals.
Moreover, no matter the other operations we are forced to take on, we cannot turn a blind eye to the Infected throughout every region.

Warfarin : *Sigh* If it wasn't for our work there, we'd have a few more elite operators to spare for this Londinium trip.
I wonder how Amiya's crew are doing.

Kal'tsit : Once we reach the vicinity of Londinium, we'll receive word.

<Background 2>

[Amiya is contacting other R.I. personnel. ]

Amiya : Recon group, report situation on both sides!
Received. No threat, copy.

[Amiya signs off. ]

Amiya : Closure, we can pass through ahead! Keep the engineering team with us!

Closure : On it!
Dr.{nickname}, still got it in you to move? Want my drones to give you a lift?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I'm fine, let's keep going. / ......

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : When were drones capable of that?

Closure : Lemme think... huh, I can't actually think of anything wrong with the idea.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : Doctor, we just need to walk a little longer. When we're out of this danger zone, then we can ride on our crafts and recuperate a little.
We'll need to send Dr. Kal'tsit a message at some point, too... She must be extremely worried about us.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Wonder if it's going smoothly on the landship's side.

Amiya : That's exactly why she had to stay behind... she can only rendezvous with us once Rhodes Island is safely situated. That's our joint responsibility.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : She should be sending us a message too.

Amiya : For safety, we can't use any messaging devices on our approach to Londinium.
Any signal might be intercepted by the Duke's force.
No, it might get even worse... Doctor, we can't afford to have Theresis spot us so quickly.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : Doctor, just leave this to me.
Ever since we planned to drive into Victoria, Doctor Kal'tsit and you have been busy securing the safety of our route.
I will take charge for the rest of it, just like we've agreed on.
I want a chance for you to catch your breath too... even if it's just mentally.
Doctor, we have to keep going.

<Background 1>

Warfarin : Ugh, there are times I think about how we got in over the past months, and it seems too smooth to even believe.
That ragtag bunch of windbags are all together in Londinium right now, and they haven't even noticed us... Kal'tsit, did you use some kind of ancient technique I'm not aware of?

Kal'tsit : If any Arts truly could render Rhodes Island invisible, believe me, I would've used them over a decade ago.

Warfarin : Haha, I almost forgot. "Disused industrial mining equipment recovery organization"... is that right?
We've been using that title for passage and permission to park the whole way. Trust Dr.{nickname} to come up with that.

Kal'tsit : Dr.{nickname} tends to have a... unique angle of thought on certain aspects.
And luckily, Closure's personal interests has had her lead the Engineering Department over the past years to develop technologies for using scrap.
Which, in short, renders the title a fine one. With the addition of a few friends' aid, this plan has been successful in execution thus far.
As for what comes next... that lies with Amiya and Vina.

<Background 3>

Siege : Two left, four right. Indra?

[Indra fights off several enemies and knocks them down. ]

Indra : Check.

Siege : How's the right side?

Morgan : Tsk. Someone who thought he was funny had me caught up for a second, but he's over with now.

Siege : And Dagda?

[Sounds of fighting are heard close by. ]

Indra : I heard steel claws and crossbow bolts mashing into each other.

Siege : Enemies left to the rear?

Indra : Leave 'em to her.
Hey, there's one hiding right here–!

[An enemy charges at Indra, but Vina intercepts them and knocks them down with her warhammer. ]

Siege : Now there isn't.
Just missing Dagda...

Indra : Vina, listen, it's dead silence behind. I said she could sort it out.

Siege : Good. Vanguard group, mission complete.
Notify Amiya immediately: there's no more noble's patrols in the vicinity. They can pass through.

<Background 2>

Amiya : The road ahead is clear. No casualties.
Messaging devices back in operation.
Doctor... we're just about to catch sight of Londinium.

Doctor : We finally made it here. / ...... / Now can I catch my breath too?

[Someone messages Amiya. ]

Amiya : Hold on, Doctor... Jessica sent a message.
Ah... before we carry out the next step of the plan, we need to send a few operators to run a different mission.
We have two targets to rescue. One's a friend at Blacksteel, and the other is an informant who can help us enter Londinium.

Operation story: 10-2

Before operation

Summary

Outside the city of Londinium, Indra and Dagda launch a surprise attack on Dublinn.

<Background 1>

「7:25 A.M. \ Overcast
Ten kilometers from Londinium, wilderness highway 」

Rhodes Island Operator : Blacksteel's aircraft was about a hundred meters ahead of our position when its signal disappeared.
Let me grab the telescope to pinpoint the precise location–– Wait, why are you standing up?!

Indra : Do you smell the smoke?

Rhodes Island Operator : Don't think so...

Indra : You can put that lump of metal down. The aircraft is right ahead.

Rhodes Island Operator : You want to scout out the enemy's numbers first?

Indra : Can't be any more than thirty.

Rhodes Island Operator : Uhh, you can tell all that from smell alone?

Indra : The hell are you talking about? Before we left, Morgan told me they usually run in squads of thirty.

Rhodes Island Operator : Oh, right, that's what the intel Misery sent back said. Patterns tell us they should have two other squads nearby to offer mutual support.

Indra : Hmph. They act like they own the damned place.

Rhodes Island Operator : Don't do anything rash. Amiya said not to make too much of a ruckus before we get into Londinium. Too many forces have their eyes on us.

Indra : Balin, how long has it been since you joined the bunny's squad and started working with us?

Rhodes Island Operator : About five days since leaving the landship.

Indra : And do you know how long it took for Siege to go from joining the Glasgow Gang to becoming my boss?

Rhodes Island Operator : ...No.

Indra : Two days. She only needed two days.
First day, she beat me down. Second day, we beat down a band of ill-intentioned Leithaniens.
Since then, we've had a bond that goes beyond life and death.

Rhodes Island Operator : Even though we haven't been working together very long, I have full confidence in your strength, Indra.

Indra : That's what I like to hear. Let's go, we need to catch up to Dagda.

Rhodes Island Operator : Dagda's already moved out?! Are you telling me dark shadow that shot past was...

Indra : When she first joined the gang, she had her nose turned up like some fancy knight-noble. Now whenever there's a fight, she's the first one to leap in.
We're gonna have to pick up the pace, or she'll clean house before we even get there.
Dagda throws a mean punch, and I can bet you she'll flip on top of the aircraft from the side. We'll wrap around the back, get rid of anyone there, and bust our way inside.

Rhodes Island Operator : Alright, I'll cover you then.

Indra : After this fight, you'll be a blood brother.

Rhodes Island Operator : Ha... Haha...

Indra : If I was to describe it in Rhodes Island's terms... Lemme think. Something like this...
Our objectives are two rescues: one Londinium citizen and one Blacksteel pilot. Opposing forces are––
Dublinn.

<Background 2>

Dublinn Soldier A : You, stop squirming. Don't even try to reach for the transmitter.

Londinium Citizen : D-Don't kill me! My hand's gone numb and I just wanted to shake it out a little...

Dublinn Soldier B : Don't be too forceful. If you really end up killing the bloke, how are you gonna explain it to the captain when we get back?
Don't forget, this is our objective. Securing our flight back is just a matter of convenience.

Dublinn Soldier A : Do you know how to operate it?

Dublinn Soldier B : Not a clue.

Dublinn Soldier A : And that's why you shouldn't have killed the damned pilot as soon as you got in here! If you ask me, we stop wasting time, take this one back, and leave this rubbish heap behind.

Dublinn Soldier B : All the men along the road outside are ours. What difference does it make if we take some extra time? The Sarkaz are inside the city, and the Grand Duke's army is stationed in the barracks of the annexed plate. Nobody's gonna bother us.

Londinium Citizen : G-Gentlemen, are you not Sarkaz?

Dublinn Soldier A : Your eyes fall out of your head? Do we look anything like that filth to you?

Londinium Citizen : F-Filth, huh... Haha... You're exactly right...

Dublinn Soldier B : Enough. Don't talk to the Londiniers unless you're interrogating them. If this runt has the stones to cross the Sarkaz, there's no saying who we might be dealing with here.

Dublinn Soldier A : You're right, we should be on the cautious side. Hurry it up, I'm gonna see what the commotion is out there.

[The first Dublinn soldier leave the aircraft's fuselage but are suddenly attacked and collapses. ]

Dublinn Soldier B : ......
What just happened?

Londinium Citizen : Sir, my heart's pounding too loud... I couldn't hear anything.

[Someone or something can be heard moving above the fuselage. ]

Dublinn Soldier B : We're under attack?! There's something above us–– M-709, do you see them? M-709?!

[The Dublinn soldier checks the fuselage. ]

Dublinn Soldier B : Black... claws? Some sort of wild beast?
N-No! It's–– some kind of special weapon!!
All hands, an enemy is hiding atop the aircraft! They're... trying to rip apart the metal––

[Suddenly the attacker jumped down at the soldier and strikes him, but he narrowly blocked it... ]

Dublinn Soldier B : Ugh–-!

[...as the attacker reveals herself to be Isabelle Montague aka. Dagda, an ex-Victorian Tower Knight and one of Glasgow's members. ]

Dagda : You managed to block me.
The intel was right, you aren't just a band of highwaymen. You grew fat off Victoria's teat, and this is how you repay her, soldier?

Dublinn Soldier B : *cough* *cough*... You're pretty strong. You working for the devils?

Dagda : Bastard!
How dare you... I'm pissed enough to beat the tar out of you ten times over.
Remember this, Dublinn soldier. We will reclaim Londinium from her usurpers. Be it from the Sarkaz, or from you traitors––
Your time running around like you own this place is over.

[Dagda and the Dublinn soldier engaged each other in combat. ]

Dublinn Soldier B : Heh... Hah... Look at you, all high and mighty. You nobles... still trying to cling to the old times.
Looks like you're after this little coward who ran away from the Sarkaz, and the information he has on him––

[The Dublinn soldier heads off somewhere else... ]

Dagda : They're switching targets?!

Londinium Citizen : H-Help! Save me!

[...prompting Dagda to approach her... ]

Dagda : Leave him alone!

[...only to see the citizen being a dummy. ]

Dagda : This is... a decoy?
You little shit!

[Dagda charges at the Dublinn soldier and beat him down just as Indra enters the fuselage. ]

Dublinn Soldier B : Urgh!

Indra : How many times have I told you? When you're in a fight, always be on the lookout for tricks.

Dagda : ......
You're late.

Indra : That's because I helped you clean up a band of hooligans outside, no? Hey, tell her, how many did we have to go through outside? Seven, or was it eight?

Dagda : This isn't a competition.

Indra : That's not what your face is saying.
Back when we went on our first mission together, that one merc got away from you. You were livid for three days. Morgan thought you’d come down with some awful sickness.
You had the same look on your face just now.

Dagda : What happened back then was my fault. Plus, it was a long, long time ago.

Dublinn Soldier B : *cough* *cough*... Where... did you people come from? The one in black... I thought she was some knight-noble. But the way you hit is like...

Indra : Like a street thug? Hah, you know your stuff.

Dagda : Hurry up. That one's no weakling. It'll be tougher to take him down than the unconscious louts out outside.
They're able to freely move between the Sarkaz and the Duke's forces, and even able to control major passages in and out of Londinium. Dublinn isn't some ragtag group of mercs.
We need to rescue the hostages as quickly as possible and get to somewhere safe.

Indra : I know. "Your time running around like you own the place is over," right?
That’s a lousy one-liner, not nearly scary enough.
Remember what I taught you? What you say is––
This is your last chance to beg for mercy.

[Indra pins the Dublinn soldier... ]

Dublinn Soldier B : Ugh... M-701, requesting backup... Captain Mandragora...

[...who passed out just as the Glasgow duo receives a call. ]

Rhodes Island Operator : Dagda, Indra, we’ve got incoming! I'd suggest we bail!

Dagda : Got it.

Indra : Grr... They sure move fast.

Dagda : You were in charge of recon, you didn't spot anyone nearby?

Indra : Too much work. We'll just take 'em out as they come.

Dagda : Balin... please stay hidden. Indra and I will take care of the incoming hostiles.

Dublinn Soldier : They're inside!

Londinium Citizen : Ladies, p-please save me! I don't want to fall into their hands again!

Indra : Gah, shut your trap and do a better job of hiding.
Dagda, we're good as long as we bring back the objectives, right? Shouldn't be an issue if we take apart this blasted lump of metal, yeah?

Dagda : This is one story you're gonna have to tell Siege when we get back.

After operation

Summary

After successfully rescuing the guide from Dublinn, Amiya and the Doctor assemble a squad and set off for a port in the Sudean Borough.

<Background 3>

「8:15 A.M. \ Overcast
Several kilometers from Londinium, adjacent plate 」

Rhodes Island Operator : Closure, we're getting a drone signal!

Closure : Move, move, lemme see!
Ooh... Woah, that's not half bad. The newly added camera module is working properly and has great clarity within a hundred meters.
The battery life seems pretty stable too! Keep at it with this baby and we might even be able to get it over the wall and sneak a peek at what's going on inside...

Rhodes Island Operator : Hold on a sec, that's practically asking the enemy to shoot it out of the sky!

Closure : Don't you worry, I wouldn't put everybody at risk like that.
We've just gotta hurry up and develop that stealth coating...

Rhodes Island Operator : Closure, the drone's sending an alert!

Closure : Got somebody within detection range... It's charging its automatic attack module.
Wait, wait, that's the rescue team! Disable the alert!
Amiya, Doctor! Indra and Dagda are back!

<Background fades out and in>

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Closure's drones are getting good.

Amiya : They sure are. Closure's been totally focused on her drone research the whole way here.
She's trying to improve their recon capabilities so the enemy can't ambush us.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Amiya : That would be a big relief for you too, right?
After all, this is our first operation since coming to Londinium, and I... I'm still a little worried.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Our scouts haven't found anyone yet.

Amiya : Drones can do a lot to improve our sightlines.
Doctor, once we get into Londinium, all the hard work Closure has put into her drones might really come in handy.
Because... most of us don't have the slightest idea of what's going on in there. We're going to need more eyes.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : Did it seem like Closure was kinda nervous?
She hasn't left the landship for operations much before. And that's before we talk about how none of us know how long we'll be here.
But it's alright. I trust her, and I trust all our operators.
Whether it's the roughly-a-dozen operators following us, or Misery and Logos's two teams that went ahead of us...
Everyone signed up for this operation knowing exactly what we're here for.
So far, we've successfully completed phase one and phase two of the operation. Now, we need to focus on phase three––
Entering the city.

Doctor : How are we going to infiltrate Londinium? / Are we going in through the structural level again? / If I'm scaling walls again, I'm gonna need a minute.

Amiya : We're not getting into Londinium the same way we got inside the Chernobog core city.
We've got a visual on Londinium now, Doctor. Look at how high those walls are.
Nothing has ever managed to breach Londinium's defenses, not even Ursus's high-speed warships.
Londinium used to be the economic center of all Terra, as we all know, but only those who've seen the city with their own eyes understand its reputation as an impregnable fortress.
The waste drainage structures of most nomadic cities are vulnerable infiltration from the outside, but the engineers who built Londinium even made use of this weak point.
Reportedly, they built an automatic assembly line into the underground structure––
Back in Londinium's glory days, the machines worked day and night to perpetuate Victoria's golden age.
In times of war, the assembly lines supplied weapons and ammunition to the defense systems built into their towering walls.
The underground structure was designed so carefully that we wouldn't find a single gap in the engineering blueprints.
And that's assuming we'd even be able to get our hands on Londinium's blueprints. That's kind of impossible in and of itself.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Then how did Logos and Misery get inside?

Amiya : Doctor, have some faith in our elite operators.
Blaze is an expert in high-mobility combat and Rosmontis is the core of our annihilation force, those two are masters of very particular Arts that are useful for infiltration missions.
Once you've seen Misery's Originium Arts in action, you'll understand what I mean.
You've probably heard Lava talk about "Spatial Arts"... That's heading in the right direction of explaining Misery's Arts, but it's not the whole story.
Before joining Rhodes Island, he even managed to infiltrate the dynastic catacombs of ancient Sargon.
As for Logos... He has his own unique methods that require a specially trained caster.
I think, if there's a way for living things to get in and out of a city, there's no wall that could stop them.
We also have another special operator joining us after we get into the city, but we probably won't be able to get in the same way she did.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Amiya : I'm not too worried, Doctor.
As you know, we have a plan. Once it's successfully put into motion, we'll all be much safer.
And even if this plan doesn't work, we have a backup plan, and another one after that.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I thought Kal'tsit would be able to get us in.

Amiya : Doctor... I know you're just trying to lighten the mood.
Over the last year or so, we've held hundreds of intelligence meetings, and almost a thousand tactical simulations... We all know how hard Dr. Kal'tsit worked to make this operation possible.
But there are some things we can't do, no matter how much effort we put in... and that's true for our uniquely talented elite operators, Rhodes Island itself, and even Dr. Kal'tsit.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : So that's why you found us a guide.

Amiya : Right... I wanted to try something a bit safer first.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm really glad we're not starting with a fight.

Amiya : It brings to mind, Doctor, that meeting before we left, everyone was surprisingly on the same page here.
Even if we had the Rhodes Island landship, we'd basically be trying to shatter a boulder by throwing eggs at it. That's what Londinium is to us.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : We should save our strength for the tougher enemies. They're waiting out there.
Doctor, I can feel everyone getting tenser each day we get closer to Londinium...
But no matter what happens next, we're all ready to fight.

Doctor : What about you, Amiya? / ...... / I'm worried about you too, Amiya.

Amiya : Doctor...
You already know. If we have to make a stand right here, it wouldn't be Closure doing it, or any of the operators who came here with their own ideals.
The responsibility is mine... Umm, though maybe it would be Siege's too.

<Background 1>

Siege : ...Indra.

Morgan : You're awake, Vina? You haven't gotten a wink of sleep all day. Might be good to get some shut-eye before we officially return to the city.

Siege : I can't sleep..
Shouldn't Indra and Dagda be back already?

Morgan : Heh. I don't even know if I should be jealous of those two. Even though they signed up for the job to buy you time to rest up, they just worry you anyway.

Siege : I should've gone with them. Ever since I came back, I can't close my eyes without seeing everything that happened back when we ran.
If they're in danger, I should be with them... No, I should be standing in front of them.

Morgan : Look, you... You always worry too much. They're just warming up a bit before their homecoming. How dangerous could it be?
Setting Dagda aside for now, did you see how fidgety Hannah looked? Hah.
If you didn't give her a little task to help her blow off steam, I bet she wouldn't have been able to control herself. Probably would've punched someone the moment we got back into the city.

Siege : She handles herself a lot better now.

Morgan : Hmph. If that was true, she wouldn't be arguing back and forth with Dagda all the time. Even though she knows you haven't been sleeping well, she still won't shut up.
How about it, Vina? Wanna sneak a peek at our old home while they're out?
They only know how to throw fists. I'm the brains here, so I'm naturally the most reliable.

[Indra and Dagda had returned, with the former smacking Morgan's head. ]

Indra : Why are you talking smack behind our backs again?!

Morgan : Look at that, Vina. Doesn't she seem more energetic than before?

Siege : Hah.

Indra : A laugh out of Vina?
You've been totally lost in thought this whole trip.

Morgan : You idiot, why even talk about that? Do you know how hard it was for me to––

Siege : Thank you, Morgan.
Except, I'd suggest you get some rest yourself. If I needed someone to manage my mood for me, I'd be a pretty useless leader.

Morgan : Alright, sounds good to me.

Siege : Dagda.

Dagda : Here.

Siege : You're bleeding?

Dagda : I'm fine. It's not my blood.

Siege : I'm glad.

[Siege asks Dagda about her previous engagement. ]

Siege : Those men... they were Dublinn, right? What'd you think of them?

Dagda : They're about as strong as a regular standing army. And, the one squad captain that Indra and I took down fought with combat techniques that very distinctly showed signs of Victorian military training.

Siege : In other words...

Dagda : We might actually be dealing with a coup of some kind.

Siege : Are they working with the Sarkaz?

Dagda : They've no love for the Sarkaz. But that probably hasn't stopped them from forging a temporary alliance.

Siege : They want to carve up Londinium. No, probably much more than just Londinium.
Those dukes out there... How many of them support Dublinn? And how many... support the Sarkaz

Dagda : For shame! They'd rather let the flags of foreign foes fly over Londinium than let go of their pitiful little power struggles, obsessed with their game of political tug-o'-war.
These dukes and their troops are responsible for creating this crisis!
Now that we've come this far, it's finally time for us to put an end to this mess.
I've said it countless times: as a Knight of the Tower, my sword and I stand ready.
We're just waiting for you to lead us back to Londinium, and gather up all those willing to fight for you.

Morgan : Dagda!
We agreed to not talk about that until after we got back.

Dagda : But we're already at the gates of Londinium.

Indra : Didn't I tell you, Morgan? I'm not the only one who's sick of her. She's been acting a bit kooky lately, and she keeps blathering on about random nonsense.
Hey, Dagda, you don't even carry a sword on you, and I don't care if you're a knight or not. Just don't forget what weapon you have in your hands, and whose side you're on!

Dagda : I...

Siege : ......
Don't be too hard on her. Either of you.
We... all have a past that we can't shrug aside. The reason we're all here today is precisely because we still have a score to settle.
I've told you before, Dagda, I don't want to let any of you down.

Dagda : Siege...
I'm sorry. I swore to trust you... and I swore to trust that you'd make the right decisions. But, I lost myself today.

Siege : Don't blame yourself.
Our primary objective is still to enter Londinium with Rhodes Island.
Is the one you rescued talking to Amiya right now?

Dagda : Yes. Balin took him to see Amiya and the Doctor.

Siege : Looks just like your average Londinier.

Dagda : It could be a disguise.
The Dublinn fighters said he used to work for the Sarkaz, but deserted them.
Those Sarkaz... I've fought them before. They killed the other Knights of the Tower...

Siege : Dagda.

Dagda : I'm fine. But, we can't underestimate them. The fact that this guy managed to escape the city on their watch means he's probably more than meets the eye.

Siege : If he really was that ordinary, Dublinn wouldn't care to abduct him, and Rhodes Island wouldn't be looking for him, right?
Let's head over and see what's going on.
I want to see... if he really can lead us into Londinium.

<Background 3>

Rhodes Island Operator : Amiya, there's a communication request on Blacksteel's channel.

Amiya : Please put them through.

[Jessica contacts Amiya. ]

Jessica : Amiya!

Amiya : Did you get our signal? I'm sorry to say that by the time we got to the scene, the pilot Blacksteel hired was already dead.

Jessica : How could this happen...?
Poor Thorpe... *sigh*, I'll let the rest of the team know.

Amiya : We also weren't able to retrieve the low-altitude aircraft. It was... um, destroyed during the battle.

Jessica : Ugh, that aircraft was rented... But, umm, that's not too big of a problem. We still have spare vehicles, so that won't disrupt the operation.
Is Mr. Thomas with you right now?

Amiya : Yes, he's a bit shaken up still, but doesn't seem to have any injuries. Our medics are looking after him right now.
Is he the informant you said could get us into Londinium?

Jessica : That's right.
Mr. Thomas, who used to own a candy plant in Londinium's Sudean borough, and his uncle who lives in Columbia, are long-time partners of Blacksteel.
His uncle put in a request to bring Mr. Thomas back to Columbia. The last time we talked, we told Mr. Thomas that we'd bring someone to pick him up if he found some way to leave Londinium.
I just never expected...

Amiya : ...that Dublinn would hijack your aircraft. And by the way, they seem very interested in Mr. Thomas too.

Jessica : Hm, really?
I suppose that's because... Mr. Thomas is very familiar with Sudean–– It's the place closest to you with a point of entry and exit.
I'm sure he can help you find a suitable way in, and they're probably after him for very similar reasons.

Amiya : Right. I'll ask if he is willing to help us, once he's rested up.

Jessica : Umm... say again please? We've lost contact with the team sent to link up with the embassy? I, I see... Sorry, Amiya, but something just came up...

Amiya : That's alright. Take care of what you have to do first. We'll go talk to Mr. Thomas.

Jessica : D-Do your best... Um, I hope that doesn't come off the wrong way... Maybe there's a better way to say it...
Amiya... and you too, Doctor. Good luck.

[Jessica signs off as the rescued Londinier from before listens in. ]

Londinium Citizen : ......

Amiya : Mr. Thomas?

Londinium Citizen : So you're... the one.

Amiya : Which one?

Londinium Citizen : We didn't expect you to come so quickly. Hmm... Quite an unexpected surprise.

Amiya : Were we quick...?
We've been worried about you ever since we heard from Blacksteel.
By the way, Mr. Thomas, are you feeling unwell at all?
I just noticed that your expression... looks a bit different now.

Londinium Citizen : Aha... Haha. I might've gotten a bit ahead of myself.
What I meant to say is, thank you.
Madam, you and your subordinates saved me. I have no doubt that you are good people.

Amiya : There's no need to thank us. If you're a partner to Blacksteel, you're also a partner to us.
And... there's something else I need your opinion on.
We have work that needs doing inside Londinium. On our way here, we heard a little bit about what's going on inside the city.
Right now, Londinium isn't allowing anybody into the city without authorization.
From the perspective of outside visitors like us, those high walls are an impossible obstacle.
We've tried a few methods already, but it's far too difficult for a small business like ours to pass through a military blockade.
As you can see, we have only a few office clerks with us, and we would like to know if there is a...
Safe way to get inside Londinium.

Londinium Citizen : You're... you're trying to get INSIDE Londinium? You know, the people inside are desperately trying to escape... Those damned Sarkaz, they're just too horrible!

Amiya : I understand that.
And it's why I'm not going to force you to help us.
I'm also not going to lie to you and try to cover up the potential dangers of working with us.
But if you're willing to show us the way, we'll escort you to Blacksteel's evacuation team, once all is said and done.
If you don't want to go back, we won't blame you. You can go ahead and leave right now, and we'll look for another way into the city.

Londinium Citizen : Of course I...

Doctor : If you leave, you may bump into Dublinn. / I understand the way out isn't exactly very safe.

Londinium Citizen : Of course I'll choose to work with you!

Doctor : Thank you. / Here's to fruitful cooperation.

Amiya : Doctor...
(I never intended to threaten him... If he didn't want to help us, I would've arranged for someone to escort him...)

Doctor : (I know.) / (I was just stating the facts.)

[Siege shows up. ]

Siege : Looks like we found our guide?

Doctor : That's right, Amiya's making moves. / Mr. Thomas agreed to cooperate with us just now.

Siege : ......
It's time for our homecoming.

Amiya : Closure, go ahead and call your drones back.

Closure : Woah... Are we finally going to start the operation?

Amiya : It's not safe to stay outside the city for too long either.
Thanks to Misery's intel, we've largely been able to bypass Dublinn's troops.
But we just got into a fight with Dublinn, and judging from previous experiences, the leader of that squad can be a bit... vengeful.

Siege : You think they'll come after us?

Amiya : I can't say for sure. That depends on whether or not they give up on Mr. Thomas.
Even if we successfully enter the city, we might end up having to fight the Sarkaz troops garrisoned inside and Dublinn's forces at the same time.

Closure : Ugh, if only I could splash a coat of stealth paint on our operators too...

Amiya : We'll be fine. We've already done everything we can to prepare for this day.
Doctor, please stand beside me. Just like always, I won't let anyone hurt you.
Let's... get ready to move out.
Attention, all members of Special Ops Squad Amiya––
We are now heading directly for the port at Sudean, Londinium!

<Background 1>

[A Dublinn soldier reports to their commander, who are none other than Mandragora. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Captain, I've checked our surroundings, and there are no signs of any Londiniers.

Mandragora : ......
In other words, your entire squad wasn't enough to stop a few people, and you even let them take our crucial objective.

Dublinn Soldier : Captain...

Mandragora : Rubbish... the whole lot of you!

[Rocks float and scatter around as Mandragora uses her geokinetic Arts in anger. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Ma'am...

Mandragora : Stop sniveling, it's irritating. When have you ever seen me hurt my own people? Besides, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself.
Even something as minor as this... Not a single thing has gone smoothly since we've come to Londinium.
Those... damned Sarkaz... Those meddlesome nobles too...
And then there's that blasted Victorian soldier... the one they call "Horn"...
It's all Harmonie's fault. She forced me to bring the wolf along to Londinium, with all that talk about how she'd be able to use the soldier to buy the support of some nobles sitting on the fence if she were to come here...
If I knew she was going to run away and continue to be a thorn in our side, I would've killed her right there at County Hillock!

Dublinn Soldier : Captain, this time, um... I don't think it was her...

Mandragora : It wasn't?

Dublinn Soldier : According to the survivors, the attackers were people we had never seen before. They didn't appear to be Victorian military either.

Mandragora : So what you're telling me is a couple of nobodies can appear out of thin air and snatch a man from right under our noses.

Dublinn Soldier : I-It's completely our fault, Captain! We'll track them down right away...

Mandragora : Hold it! Stop bumbling around. We're about to leave this place.

Dublinn Soldier : We're leaving...?

Mandragora : Otherwise? Do you plan on bunkering down on this street? We're not ready to go masks-off with the Sarkaz yet.
Also, I promised Harmonie that I'd let the nobles keep some of their stupid pride.
It's all... for the sake of Dublinn. For the Leader.

Dublinn Soldier : Understood, Captain.

Mandragora : You say you understand, but deep down, you don't understand anything at all. Otherwise, how would you have let that Londinier get away? Do you have any idea how important the information he has on him is?

Dublinn Soldier : Uhh... He was the one driving for the Sarkaz...

Mandragora : Yes... driving.
If he can drive for the Sarkaz, that obviously means he knows his way around!
He can help us find the ones we're looking for. Our compatriots who are still in Sarkaz hands... but are of great importance to us!
Why do you think I'm swallowing my disgust and dealing with the Sarkaz here in Londinium? Just the way they look at us makes me want to run them through with stones a hundred times over!
It's just because... after coming all this way, I can finally do something useful for the Leader!

Dublinn Soldier : I... I'm sorry, Captain...

Mandragora : A driver, a driver... Hmph, you just reminded me of something.
The ones who snatched him from us... Were they also looking for a guide?

Dublinn Soldier : Captain, do you mean...?

Mandragora : We're turning back right now.
I want to see if I come across any familiar faces at the port.
Say, for example... that bloody Victorian soldier.

<Background 4>

Dublinn Soldier : Not so fast, you lot.

Victorian Soldier : ......

Dublinn Soldier : Once the Captain comes back and we get some reliable information, then we'll let you go.
To be honest, I'd rather not raise a hand against you. You've been slaves to the Sarkaz for so long, you can't even be called soldiers anymore.
But it's not my call. If we can't get any useful information out of you, the boss won't want to keep you around.
And I can't let you go either. What if you fall into Sarkaz hands again and spill our plans?
I say, how about...
You join Dublinn?

Victorian Soldier : ......

Dublinn Soldier : Never mind. If you were Tarans, the boss would've had you change clothes already.
It's up to you whether or not you believe me. I, for one, would rather be out there killing Sarkaz than interrogating you bunch.
Look, Londinium's fallen into the hands of the devils. And who is to blame for that? Old friend, I heard you barely even put up a fight. You just surrendered to the Sarkaz, one by one.
Who made the Victorian Army, once the scourge of all of Terra, so weak and pathetic?
Where's your commander? Still wearing a fancy uniform, off drinking with the Sarkaz?

Victorian Soldier : ...Nngh!

Dublinn Soldier : The commanders were right. Victoria really is rotten to the core. Without us cauterizing it, this great place will turn into a swamp of rotten detritus that won't even burn.
Soldier, you should feel grateful that you get to die at the hands of your former countrymen.
At least your pride as a Victorian soldier won't be tarnished by the stench of those devils.

??? : ––You people betrayed Victoria, and still have the gall to pay lip service to pride?

Dublinn Soldier : Who's there?!

??? : I won't let you lay a finger on our troops.
The occupiers are unworthy, and you, Dublinn, are even less worthy.

Dublinn Soldier : You... You're... the one who fled...

[The familiar Victorian Lupo soldier attacks the Dublinn soldier... ]

Dublinn Soldier : Urgh!!

[...knocking him down. ]

??? : ......
The eighth nest has been wiped out.

Victorian Soldier : You're... here to save us?

??? : Stand up, soldier.
Let's get out of here first.

Victorian Soldier : ...Soldier?
You're... a lieutenant? Which company are you with?
I didn't think we still had anyone...

??? : Rita Skamandros, 7th Frontline Infantry Battalion, 2nd Tempest Platoon Leader.
Or,

Horn : Horn, if it pleases you.

Operation story: 10-3

Before operation

Summary

Amiya's team arrives at the port, but they encounter a Sarkaz patrol searching people trying to leave the city. The guide flees in a panic, and runs straight into Dublinn soldiers led by Mandragora.

<Background 1>

「9:09 A.M. \ Overcast
Port 309, Sudean Borough, Londinium 」

[Amiya looks at the port. ]

Amiya : The port... is right ahead.

Doctor : Are you worried about something?

Amiya : Hm... Actually, things have been going pretty well so far...
With one exception.
Doctor, the Messenger who's been in contact with you and Dr. Kal'tsit should've reached out to us as soon as we arrived at the adjacent plate.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I remember that arrangement.

Amiya : We're just waiting here... with our hands tied behind our backs.
I thought we'd be able to see her in person, or at least get some kind of message.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Doctor, I can't say any more about our current situation to the other operators.
We've already gotten this far, so we can only keep moving forward.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Think something happened to her?

Amiya : If we can't get in touch, we can't know for sure.
But I can only hope that nothing happened to her...

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : We'll enter the city as we originally planned.
Ugh, look at how long that line is. They're all coming from the direction of the city...

<Background 2>

Londinium Citizen A : We're really going to run away like this?

Londinium Citizen B : This way's safe. My neighbor's whole family left this way last week.
As long as we've applied for an exit permit, the soldiers won't give us any trouble.

Londinium Citizen A : That... That's not what I meant.

Londinium Citizen B : I know. We're thinking the same thing.
Four years ago was when I first heard about the Sarkaz army on the news. Didn't think much of it back then.

Londinium Citizen A : Yeah, same here. With Her Majesty gone, everything's turned to shit. Who could've expected that some duke would invite the devils into the army on a whim?

Londinium Citizen B : Two years ago, I saw Sarkaz troops walking down the streets of Trenfield. Everyone was talking about it as we walked home from work.

Londinium Citizen A : I also remember... It was as if things quietly changed overnight. Those of us who lived by the duke's estate in Camden wouldn't see these changes until a bit later.

Londinium Citizen B : Something like half a year ago, the Sarkaz army stood in front of our bank. They took away our manager because her husband held an important position in the city's defense forces.

Londinium Citizen A : Whew. Did you ever see them again? The police force in our estate was replaced with all new faces, plenty with horrible horns on top.

Londinium Citizen B : And then there's... yesterday. I saw the Sarkaz going to the corner opposite my home. They were... knocking on doors.

Londinium Citizen A : So that's why you decided to flee?

Londinium Citizen B : Actually, my parents left a long time ago. I just... couldn't put down my banker's salary.

Londinium Citizen A : None of us wanted this. Londinium... If we leave, we'll never be able to go back to our old lives, right?

Londinium Citizen B : Let's not worry about that for now. We should get going. I'd rather stay alive than make money.

[The Londiniers leave. ]

<Background 1>

Amiya : ......
Is it like this every day?

Siege : More or less, since a certain point.

Amiya : Theresis's army... They're not stopping the civilians from leaving the city?

Siege : By the looks of things, he doesn't seem to care about letting outsiders know who holds the reins of power in Londinium now.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : And the other nobles don't care?

Siege : I'd assume they always have an eye on Londinium, which is why they have troops stationed outside the city.
But they're more concerned about watching each others' moves.
For the dukes who've been trying to get into Londinium, whoever gets ahead in taking down the Sarkaz inside the city will gain the upper hand in this power struggle that has lasted over twenty years.
Who would want to see the throne claimed by someone else, when in their minds, it rightfully belongs to them?
The way things are now, anything a duke might pull can be stopped by a few messages, an invitation to a party, or even a little bad news from their own demesne.
And even if one of them decided to march on the city, they'd be walking right into a defeat. The Sarkaz regent wouldn't lose a single man.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : What's going on in Parliament?

Siege : I'm not sure.
When we left Londinium, the city seemed like it did on any ordinary day.
And I always figured that if Parliament could convene for a day, nothing too crazy could happen to Londinium.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Siege : As for the specifics of what's going on inside the city, we won't know until we see for ourselves.

Londinium Citizen : Excuse me, I've brought you all the way here... You'll be able to go the rest of the way on your own, right?

Amiya : Yes, sure. Thank you, Mr. Thomas. You've done us a great favor.
All squads, listen up. Follow the plan and mingle with the flow of traffic ahead in batches––
Closure's squad will go first to make sure the road ahead of us is clear. Then Siege's squad will follow up, with me and Doctor's squad behind that.
Recon squad, keep a close eye on our surroundings, and report any abnormalities right away.
Balin, you'll be in charge of taking Mr. Thomas back the same way we came.

Rhodes Island Operator : Amiya!

Amiya : What is it?

Rhodes Island Operator : There's a disturbance up ahead! Looks like Sarkaz fighters incoming!

Amiya : What?!
Everyone, the infiltration operation is on hold. Take cover, hide yourselves!

<Background 2>

[A group of Kazdelian Sarkaz soldiers move in. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : ......
Grab that one, right there!

Londinium Citizen A : What... What's going on? Why are the Sarkaz here?
Didn't you say this way was safe?!

Sarkaz Warrior : I'm talking to you. Stop right there!

Londinium Citizen A : Hurry... Hurry... We're almost out... of the city...
Gaaahh––!

[The Sarkaz soldier kills the escaping male Londinier. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : ......
Wrong one.

Londinium Citizen B : S-Sir, please... D-Don't hurt me, I'll go... Did we do something wrong?

Sarkaz Warrior : Go, scurry off. Don't stand here blocking our way.
Listen up, nobody move!
Stop what you're doing and stand still. You, you, and you. Turn around and let me see your face!
What's in your bag? Is it a weapon? Pour everything out and let me see!
Why's there a burn mark on your face? Looks pretty fresh too... Yeah, you. Get out of the line!

[The Sarkaz soldier looked at a Londinier's burnt face. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : You burned your face baking bread? Do you take us for fools?!
Hmph... Guess it really wasn't our weapons. Just to be sure, you're not a rebel, right?
Got too scared and passed out, huh? Whatever, we'll bring this one with us.

[Horn and one of the rebels looked at the situation unnoticed. ]

Horn : ......

Londinium Citizen? : Lieutenant, we're stuck here.

Horn : It's my fault. Before I brought you here, I should've made sure we weren't being followed.

Londinium Citizen? : Please don't talk like that.
We've all been through worse. Whether it's my bunch that got captured by Dublinn, or Old Tom's group who were tortured by the Sarkaz, we were pretty much dead men walking until you rescued us.
That really was a taste of despair... I'd rather die in battle than live inside the enemy's cage, powerless and addled.

Horn : You are not to blame for Londinium's fall, not in the slightest.

Londinium Citizen? : And you are even less to blame.
You were the one who pulled us out of a desperate situation. At least I was able to get here on my own two legs, and got to live an extra hour.
I said I didn't have the will to fight anymore, but you didn't blame me. You even risked yourself to bring us here.
Leave us, Lieutenant. If you're alone, you can hide. Avoid their line of sight, and find a safe place.
We're sickly and chewed up. We'll only slow you down.

Horn : I'd never leave any of you behind.

Londinium Citizen? : Hah... If our officers back there were like you, then maybe... we wouldn't have lost so quickly and disastrously.
It took meeting you to make me realize that I wanted to make a difference, to be like you...

Horn : You mean... No, you mustn't!

Londinium Citizen? : Hey, if the few of us charged at once, how many Sarkaz do you reckon we could take with us?

Horn : Listen to me, right now.
None of you move. That's an order.

Londinium Citizen? : An order...?
Fine. You're my commanding officer right now. I'll obey your orders.

Horn : We still have a few minutes until we face the Sarkaz.
Keep your heads down. Remember what I told you – you're all vagrants from the neighboring estate. You got hurt fighting each other over a piece of bread.

Londinium Citizen? : You... expect the Sarkaz to buy that?

Horn : Sudean is a complete mess these days. They've probably seen it all.
Doesn't matter if they buy it or not. Even if they try to interrogate you, just... bear with it for a while.
And if you can't take it anymore...

Londinium Citizen? : We understand. If the Sarkaz find out, no one betrays the others.

Horn : If you can't take it anymore, that's when I'll make my move.

Londinium Citizen? : Lieutenant...?!

Horn : Let's wait and see for now.

<Background 1>

[The Sarkaz soldiers searches the area. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Nothing over here.
What about over there? There are a few more over there, and behind that elevator too. This damned place has too many hiding spots!
You lot, go take a closer look over there!

[The Sarkaz soldiers leave. ]

Amiya : Those fighters seem to be looking for someone.
Squads, report your current position.

[Amiya received a dispatch from other Rhodes Island operatives. ]

Amiya : Positions confirmed.

Doctor : They don't seem to be after us. / Think we haven't been made yet.

Amiya : Seems like it.
Doctor, do you still remember the table-top exercise we did with Dr. Kal'tsit before we left?
One possibility is that the Messengers we had active around Londinium and Victoria all failed.
They didn't have time to provide us with the accurate intel, and Theresis was able to see all our moves.
In that case, Theresis's personal guard would be there waiting for us the moment we set foot in Londinium.
But it doesn't look like that's what's happening...

Doctor : Actually, I thought it'd be a Confessarius. / ...... / Surely we wouldn't be that incompetent?

Amiya : I think we've more or less reached the same conclusion.
Theresis doesn't know we're here yet. Otherwise, we would've had a very hard time even making it this far.
If that's true, then these Sarkaz fighters up ahead must be searching for someone else who could potentially come this way...

Londinium Citizen : ––!

Amiya : Huh, Mr. Thomas...?

Rhodes Island Operator : Amiya, he tried to bolt! I barely managed to stop him!

Londinium Citizen : No, let me go! I can't stay here...

Amiya : Mr. Thomas, you'd best not run off on your own! That'd be terribly dangerous!
I promised you I'd send an operator to escort you... I'm really sorry, but that's not something we can do right now...

Rhodes Island Operator : Ouch!

Amiya : W-Wait, you can't just take our operator's weapon––!

Londinium Citizen : Sorry, b-but, I don't want to die!

[The Londinier guide tries to run away. ]

Amiya : What's going on here...?

Doctor : It's pretty obvious. / He thinks the Sarkaz are after him.

Amiya : ......

Londinium Citizen : I don't want this either... I was just their driver for six months, that's all!
They took over my candy plant and forced me to ship things for them. I have a family... what am I supposed to do?!
That day I took a tiny peek, just one glance. How could I have known what they were doing with my plant?
They've been chasing me ever since! If they catch me, they're going to kill me for sure!
Why'd you have me do this anyway... I'm going to die, no matter where I run!
I... I can't just sit here and wait to die...

Rhodes Island Operator : Mr. Thomas!

Amiya : Balin! Don't chase after him, we can't afford to blow our cover.

<Background 3>

[The Londinier guide made it out of Londinium... ]

Londinium Citizen : Ha... Haha...
I'll just... keep running away from Londinium... I don't even care about Dublinn anymore...

[...but a familiar Feline and a Dublinn soldier comes across him. ]

??? : Huh?

Londinium Citizen : Eek––!

Dublinn Soldier : ......

Londinium Citizen : You... How could... You're...

Mandragora : It's not up to you to decide whether or not you care about Dublinn.
––Get him.

After operation

Summary

The Dublinn soldiers are at tense standstill with the Sarkaz troops. At the same time, Horn remains blended in with the crowd. Incited by her and the mysterious figures in the shadows, Dublinn and the Sarkaz clash.

<Background 1>

Rhodes Island Operator : Amiya, at this rate, Mr. Thomas is going to get captured by Dublinn again!

Amiya : ......

Rhodes Island Operator : Are you planning to...

Indra : That bloody bugger!
I'll bring him back.

Dagda : No.

Indra : Why are you stopping me? Didn't we go through all the trouble to rescue that bloke?

Dagda : The situation's changed. We can't blow Siege's cover.

Indra : So you're just gonna let him go? That's not how the Glasgow Gang does things!

Morgan : Don't make a ruckus here, either of you.
Vina...

Siege : Listen to Amiya and the Doctor.

Amiya : ......
Sniper operators, on the enemies holding our mark.

Doctor : The important thing is that caster.

Amiya : Caster......
If I recall correctly, Doctor.
According to Misery's intel and Bagpipe's report, she's the leader of Dublinn's forces inside Londinium.
And one of the instigators of the County Hillock incident.
Rhodes Island doesn't put the blame for Outcast's sacrifice entirely on her shoulders, but it's not just Misery and Bagpipe who hold a grudge against her.

Doctor : Mandragora.

Amiya : Bagpipe tells us she's very hard to deal with.
We could get into a fight with Dublinn here, rescue Mr. Thomas, and even eliminate Mandragora, a formidable enemy who may pose a significant threat to our future operations.
But...

Rhodes Island Operator : The Sarkaz are coming!

Amiya : We're too late.
All squads, continue to conceal yourselves––
Be ready to engage.

<Background 2>

[The Sarkaz soldiers show up as the Dublinn soldiers from earlier took the Londinier guide back to the port. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : What's going on over here? So noisy.

Londinium Citizen : Ugh...

Dublinn Soldier : ......

Sarkaz Warrior : Oh, if it isn't you traitorous lot.

Dublinn Soldier : Don't you dare use that word.
We have nothing to do with Victoria now, devil.

Sarkaz Warrior : Hmph... Who said you could call us that?

Dublinn Soldier : Hah... A motley band of exiles, taking advantage of the chaos to occupy a city. What made you delusional enough to think yourselves the masters of Londinium?

Sarkaz Warrior : Haha, don't lump me in with your sorry band, thinking we actually give a damn about Londinium.
The place is shiny and clean, isn't it? Doesn't reek of death. But if you ask me, it'll be more pleasing to the eye once it's burnt to cinders.
The Sarkaz are only here because our King is here.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Their King? The Sarkaz King?

Doctor : Are they talking about Theresis? / The regent finally decided to crown himself?

Amiya : I haven't heard anything about that.
But a lot of intel reports disparate Sarkaz fighters gathering in Londinium from across Terra, and it's not just the mercenaries we're familiar with.
There are... older, stronger powers now hovering around the heart of this city.
Doctor, I can feel it.
Since coming here, with each step closer I take, those emotions flow into the depths of my heart... tangle around my thoughts, and grow stronger and stronger.

Doctor : Amiya! / Are you alright?

Amiya : I'm fine, Doctor.
It's just that... for a split second, it's as if...
When I heard those Sarkaz mention their "King," a wisp of those emotions... sprung up and latched onto me.
I don't think I can give a better description of what I felt...

Doctor : We need to discuss this.

Amiya : I'd love to spend some time talking this through with you... but not now.
Even if there were... a Sarkaz King who now controls Londinium, that doesn't change our mission.
We came here to prevent a war.
We need to figure out exactly what they're doing, and what they're trying to do.
––And that has nothing to do with what Theresis decides to call himself.

<Background 2>

Sarkaz Warrior : So, can we skip past the shitty pleasantries, Dublinn?
Turn over the man you captured.

Dublinn Soldier : Why should I?

Sarkaz Warrior : We'll take good care of your old home.

Dublinn Soldier : You bastard––!

Mandragora : Stop.

Dublinn Soldier : Captain...!

Mandragora : Not just you. You too, Sarkaz.

Sarkaz Warrior : I know who you are, Feline. You're their commander.
But why should I listen to you?

Mandragora : Because I've been to the Palace of Westhaleg.

Sarkaz Warrior : Haha, we've all heard the story. You wanted an audience with His Majesty, but he had you escorted out.
Do you really think you mean anything to the Sarkaz?

Mandragora : ......

Dublinn Soldier : Captain, why do we just sit here and let the devils mock us?
I can't take it anymore. Ever since we came to Londinium, we've had to live with this inferior race–

Mandragora : Not one more word.

Dublinn Soldier : We can go back and bring this up with the Leader...

Mandragora : I said, not one more word!

[After silencing her Dublinn comrade... ]

Mandragora : Sarkaz, no matter how hard you try to provoke me, I'm not leaving.
We are your guests, as the one you call 'His Majesty' and his privy council agreed.

Sarkaz Warrior : Do you really want to find out how the Sarkaz deal with rowdy "guests?"

Mandragora : Well, at least one of us understands proper etiquette.
We promised your regent and your generals that Dublinn's troops would not set foot into Central Londinium.
Likewise, you should not be detaining me here, Sarkaz.
Or, do you devils struggle to keep your word? Can you even spell "trustworthy?"

Sarkaz Warrior : Hah, you uppity Feline... Isn't the fact that I haven't chopped you into pieces right here and now already proof that I'm honoring our little pretend friendship?
If a Sarkaz ever forgot his objective and started picking fights, he'd be found dead in a bar near a warzone pretty quick.
We're here to root out some bottom feeders. These nobodies haven't learned their place yet. They're sneaking around, making a mess of our work––

<Background 1>

Amiya : By the sound of things, they're not looking for Mr. Thomas either.
Could that be the friends the Messenger mentioned, the ones who can help us with our operation?
The Sarkaz certainly would call them an enemy.
If they really are right here, maybe we could help them...

<Background 2>

[Horn noticed something. ]

Horn : The line stopped moving.
I hear fighting... the Sarkaz must've gotten into a row with someone.

Londinium Citizen? : Lieutenant, I saw their uniforms... it's Dublinn!

Horn : Her.

Londinium Citizen? : The Dublinn caster?
She... She's a scary one...
She's killed some of our people. She impales them on stone pillars that come out of nowhere. Her methods are even more brutal than the Sarkaz!

Horn : I know.

Londinium Citizen? : Lieutenant, have you fought her too? What am I even saying? You've saved so many from Dublinn, you must've beaten her...

Horn : I lost.

Londinium Citizen? : But you... still managed to get away from her with your life. That's already amazing enough.

Horn : I'm still not exactly sure why she didn't kill me on the spot... but I have my guesses.
At the Barracks outside Londinium, I saw them having secret meetings with a count's Messenger.
I figured she must've shown me deliberately.
Or maybe it wasn't her. Someone like her would have no way of knowing that my grandfather and the count's father served together. They were very close.
And the count himself... If I recall correctly, was squire to a duke.

Londinium Citizen? : Lieutenant...?

Horn : Sorry, I shouldn't be saying all this.
During the long period of time I was hiding in the dark bowels of this city, I... got used to talking to the metal crabs. They didn't have much to say back.
I didn't have to worry about my words casting a shadow over anyone else.
Some things, I just had to say to myself so I wouldn't forget them.

Londinium Citizen? : I didn't mean to interrupt you, Lieutenant!
I'd actually like to hear more. For the longest time, I've been wanting to know who's pulling the strings up there, causing us all this misery!

Horn : The duke I was thinking of isn't even in Londinium right now. Or rather, I should say... he never cared a lick about the vacant throne in the city.
If he really were secretly supporting Dublinn, that would answer a lot of questions. But at the same time, it would also greatly complicate the crisis we have on our hands...
Listen to me. Everything I've said to you up to this point is just baseless speculation. If you want to hear more, we'll continue another time.
Provided... you're willing to follow me into the shadows.

Londinium Citizen? : What are we going to do now?

Horn : Right now... we need to find an opportunity to escape.
Dublinn has been trying to get something from the Sarkaz. It might be one individual or several, which is why they've set up in Sudean.
In addition to troops like you, hunted by the Sarkaz, they've captured a good lot of civilians with some connection to the Sarkaz.
Whatever Mandragora is trying to accomplish...
As long as it creates conflict between Dublinn and the Sarkaz, it'll work in our favor.

Londinium Citizen? : Sounds like you have a plan.

Horn : Robben, did you make sure to hide the crossbow I gave you? Up your sleeves, right?

Londinium Citizen? : Of course, Lieutenant!

Horn : Aim at that Dublinn soldier, the one closest to the Sarkaz.

<Background 1>

Amiya : It looks like Dublinn isn't backing down.
The Sarkaz have a limit to their patience. This is going to boil over into a fight, sooner or later.
Doctor, we're going to have to use our backup plan.

<Background 2>

[The argument between the Sarkaz soldiers and Dublinn grows intense. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : C'mon, turn him over and you all get to walk out of here alive. Let's make things easy for each other, why don't we?

Dublinn Soldier : ...Captain, shouldn't we...

Mandragora : No.

Dublinn Soldier : I don't understand...

Mandragora : No means no.

Dublinn Soldier : Even if it fractures our relationship with the Sarkaz?

Mandragora : You heard what they had to say.
When... have we ever been friends?

Sarkaz Warrior : There you go. Those are your words, not mine.
––Formation! Round up these Dublinn wretches!

Mandragora : He is absolutely critical to Dublinn. Non-negotiable.
If we can't bring him with us, our only option is to kill him here.

Londinium Citizen : Waaaah!

Mandragora : Shut your trap.
Actually, our other option... is to kill all these Sarkaz.

<Background 1>

??? : Isn't it about time we make our entrance?

??? : Hold on, we're still calibrating the aerial coordinates.

??? : Look, if we don't act now, someone's gonna get killed.

??? : Give me a sec... Seventeen meters in a straight line... Sixteen... Fifteen...

??? : Best to get a bit closer or you might have trouble aiming, right?

??? : No can do. They'll spot us if I get any closer!

??? : Just do as I say. It won't miss, trust me, or I'll let you use my head as a rivet– Move it a little eastward and the reflection of light should cover its wings...
Now!

??? : Rock-5, you're up!

<Background 2>

Horn : That's our cue.
Robben, now!

[Horn's rebels fire at the Sarkaz and Dublinn soldiers. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[The Sarkaz soldiers are struck by the arrows while the drone used by the unknown woman before observes... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Hey, hey, hey–– Gah!

[...killing them as the Dublinn soldiers are struck as well... ]

Dublinn Soldier : Urgh...

[...and drops dead as the rest takes cover. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : What's the meaning of this?!

Dublinn Soldier : The hell are you talking about? You're the ones who tried to snipe us––

Sarkaz Warrior : Fight back!
Those who spill Sarkaz blood will pay the blood debt with interest!
Don't let a single one out of here alive!

Mandragora : Remember, you started this.

Mandragora : ––With me. Slaughter every last Sarkaz.

[The Dublinn soldiers cheer. ]

Mandragora : Don't let a single one live to tell the tale.
The devil leadership mustn't learn what happened here today.

[As a battle becomes inevitable, the Londiniers panicked. ]

Londinium Citizen : Aaaaaaaahhhh––!

Londinium Citizen : Save me! Someone, anyone!

Rhodes Island Operator : Amiya, these civilians have nowhere to run... It's not just Mr. Thomas, so many are going to get caught in the crossfire!
Neither the Sarkaz nor Dublinn have any regard for civilian lives!

Siege : ......
Doctor, Amiya, I'm sorry, but I can't just stand by and let this happen.
I just can't.

Doctor : We have no other choice.

Amiya : I understand.
All operators, there's been a change in plans!
All non-combat personnel are to remain hidden. All combat personnel, save as many lives as you can. But mind your own safety!

<Background fades out and in>

[The Sarkaz soldiers are attacked by R.I.-Glasgow forces. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Another bolt from behind?
It came from those ones, in civilian clothes... They're carrying unauthorized weapons!
Something's not right. We've got more hostiles in the elevator!
Hah... Looks like we've grabbed the pest's tail.
Turns out the rebels ARE here––
Report this to General Manfred right away!

Operation story: 10-4

Before operation

Summary

Atop Londinium's city walls, General Manfred and his confidant Hoederer watch the chaotic scene unfolding below. He sees an opportunity and activates the city's defense artillery.

<Background 1>

「9:27 A.M. \ Overcast
Atop the wall, Sudean Borough, Londinium 」

Sarkaz Warrior : There's been a riot at Port 309!
Tell the general the patrol squad has sniffed out the rebels.
It's not just the rebels! We're exchanging fire with multiple groups––
General, can you get us backup?

Manfred : No need.
How are we doing?

Sarkaz Warrior : Debugging will take roughly another fifteen minutes.

Manfred : You've got eight.
We don't have time to spare here.

[A Sarkaz that looks familiar approaches the Kazdelian general, Manfred. ]

??? : You don't need me to go see what's going on down there? Just a suggestion, of course.
Of course not. When have your plans ever failed?
My job is just to make sure we've got fewer unknowns along our path to victory.

Manfred : You've already done more than enough, mercenary.
Come, stand with me. I need you to see for yourself what is going on beneath these walls, before the experiment begins.

Hoederer : ......
Lively.

Manfred : How does it compare to the battlefields of Kazdel?

Hoederer : Nothing new.
But at least... it's not Sarkaz on both sides tearing each other apart.

Manfred : Surely you hunted, during your time in Kazdel.

Hoederer : You're asking if I've been hunting? Us mercs are out in the wilderness all year 'round. Hunting is how we get fed.

Manfred : Then, you should understand why I left these ports open.

Hoederer : Sometimes, even if your trap is obvious, a beast will step right into it because there's no other choice.
If it can't find a way out, it'll panic and run wild. That means we've got to expend energy and spread our forces thin to round up all the wild beasts.

Manfred : Sure. That's how things go in the wilds, but there's more to it.
Look at the city below us. It is little more than a concrete wilderness.
Who has the confidence to seal off every exit to the wilds themselves? Who can find every nook and cranny in a jungle? Who can secure every last potential hiding spot?
I am certainly not so conceited.

Hoederer : So that's why you left a few openings. Focus your attention, and wait for the enemies to reveal themselves. That's a pretty efficient way of dealing with it.

Manfred : But it does come with one risk.

Hoederer : Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
If I was in your position, I'd do the same thing.

Manfred : Good. If you're capable of leading mercenaries, you're capable of leading the hunt.
That's why I'd rather fight alongside you than the relics in the Court.

Hoederer : And by the looks of things, you'll be feasting tonight.
Not just the rebels, but Dublinn as well...
Wait, I've seen that caster before. She came to see you once. Didn't you sign a truce? Not that either of you took it particularly seriously.

Manfred : If you recognize her, then you should also know that people like her don't know when to stop.

Hoederer : You've been wanting to eliminate that variable for a while now, huh?

Manfred : The situation has changed. His Majesty's opus is reaching its conclusion. If the theatre is too rowdy, it is too easy to overlook an actual threat.
We need to keep a closer eye on the dukes out there.

Hoederer : Couldn't you just send me to do that?

Manfred : If I wanted her dead, I wouldn't even need you.

Hoederer : What's the problem then?

Manfred : "The Iron Guard of Wellington."

Hoederer : You mean...

Manfred : He hasn't made a move on Londinium yet.
And if he's quiet for even a single day, all the nobles outside Londinium ask their emissaries, first thing in the morning, whether the Iron Duke has spoken.

Hoederer : Okay.

Manfred : Which is why we haven't made an enemy of Dublinn, so far.
Now though, since she's the one who lost control and took the first step toward violating our agreement––
The Sarkaz have no more reason to continue tolerating them.

Hoederer : So the commotion down there is just the beginning.

Manfred : Yes. We still need something... more decisive, to take Dublinn out of the picture.

<Background 2>

[Amidst the Mexican standoff between the Kazdelians, Dublinn, and Rhodes Island-Glasgow in the port... ]

Mandragora : Where the hell did they come from?

Dublinn Soldier : I don't know, Captain... I haven't seen these weapons or Arts before!

Mandragora : They're also fighting the Sarkaz... They're not here to back up the devils?
Not that it matters. We'll eliminate anyone who gets in our way.

Indra : Hey––
Give us our guy back!

[Indra charges at Mandragora, but the Dublinn soldier intercepts her. ]

Dublinn Soldier : It's... It's you!

Indra : Oh, a familiar face? Too bad I still recognize you after the pummeling I gave you this morning.

[After some fighting, Indra takes down the Dublinn soldier. ]

Dagda : Look out behind you––
People don't just stand around in a fight and wait for you to run up to them swinging.

Indra : Isn't that why I have you?

Dagda : Don't go too crazy. Remember, we're getting out of here as soon as we secure our target.

Indra : I know.
That just means I gotta punch faster.

[Indra and Dagda breaks through the remainder of the Dublinn soldiers, easily beating them down. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Mandragora : You're telling me... these are the ones who snatched our mark?
Don't forget their faces.
No, wait a moment... Try to capture one of them alive. I'm sure the Leader would be interested to find out what new power has its eyes on Londinium.

[Mandragora uses her Arts to create a grotesque... ]

Rhodes Island Operator : Uhh... Where are these rocks coming from?

Siege : ......

[...but Siege smashed it to pieces with a single strike from her warhammer. ]

Siege : Stay on your guard. We're still not inside the city yet, and the Doctor doesn't want to see anyone get hurt.

Rhodes Island Operator : Alright... You too!

Mandragora : She smashed my construct to pieces with one swing of a hammer?
This one... she's just as nasty as that Victorian soldier!
I wasn't even trying for that one though... See how you like this instead!

Rhodes Island Operator : Get out of the way, Siege!

[Before Mandragora's attack hits Siege, the same drone used by the mysterious woman before blocked it. ]

Siege : Who covered me?
Balin, did you see who that was?

Rhodes Island Operator : No, there's too much going on. I can't make heads or tails of it.

Siege : Amiya, there's somebody else in this fight.
Someone besides us, Dublinn, and the Sarkaz...
And they just might be on our side.

[Siege engages the Dublinn soldiers. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Captain, the situation isn't looking good for us... Do you think you could bring down this entire wall...?

Mandragora : The entire wall, huh? Hah... I've fantasized about it too many times...
But, not now. We'll still have our chance, whenever the Leader decides to come.
Let's not get too carried away here, and just grit our teeth for the time being...
Hear me. Pack your weapons and try not to leave a mess. I don't want that Manfred devil to come knocking on my door ahead of schedule.

<Background 1>

[While Manfred and his confidant, who are none other than Hoederer, one of W's comrades-in-arms, observes the situation... ]

Manfred : Four minutes. We'll wait four more minutes.
As it happens, our men haven't had a chance to do anything fun. Defending a city like Londinium is worlds apart from raiding Lateran caravans in the wilderness.

Hoederer : The nice thing about meeting old friends is you don't have to worry about them taking your head. I've got nothing to complain about.

Manfred : Don't mistake yourself for one of them.
There aren't a lot of mercenaries out there who could stand being locked up in a little courtyard, reading books all day. That's your department.

Hoederer : I do remember thanking you when you scooped me up and gave me back my sword.

Manfred : Enough. You're not here to share me this drivel.

Hoederer : Sure, I know.
You need mercenaries, and for more than a couple reasons.

Manfred : Indeed... And you're as good as they come.
Coincidentally, a few more mercenary squads have joined up with us recently, including some of your old acquaintances from the Scar Market.

Hoederer : What mercenary could resist an offer from the Regent himself?

Manfred : They want more than just the payout from completing a contract or two.
When we followed the Regent out of Kazdel, each warrior carried a different weapon, some even wearing armor that belonged to the enemy just moments ago.
But what about now?
As you've seen, the factories of Londinium now work day and night to produce weapons and armor for us. Our troops are well-regulated, and take orders as a unified unit.
We are united as never before, and that makes our solidarity stronger than ever.

Hoederer : Yes, all of Victoria... No, all of Terra is watching.
All according to the Regent's calculations.

Manfred : Just a year ago, they guffawed about how Londinium's defenses were impenetrable. They thought we were mercenaries in service to some duke.
Profit is no longer the only thing that motivates mercenaries... They are all looking to see what the Sarkaz can do.

Hoederer : What's a sellsword who's lost interest in selling his sword?

Manfred : We're not asking our compatriots to give up their status as mercenaries. They simply found other reasons to follow the Regent.
They believe he has created a turning point in the fate of the Sarkaz. That we have an opportunity to earn a new identity for ourselves, not just as looters and servants of the powerful.

Hoederer : You need a home to have an identity.
"When the Sarkaz desire war, the Sarkaz become war itself––"

Manfred : "––And when each battle ends, the Sarkaz have a home to return to."
This is what the Regent told all the Sarkaz in Londinium. You saw it yourself. That was the first time we met.
I asked what you thought about that statement.

Hoederer : "If you're a fighter who crawled out of the ruins of Kazdel, how could you say no to that?"

Manfred : It was three years ago I heard that answer.
Since then, you've left that estate, and now stand with me.
Do you still... hold the same belief?

Hoederer : Manfred, you've earned my loyalty.

Manfred : ......
Does your left eye still hurt?

Hoederer : It's been over a year. It healed a long time ago.

Manfred : I... hope you understand. I've never doubted our friendship, not once since that day.
But you know what I'm talking about.

Hoederer : The Confessarii don't drop their guard around a merc. That's how they look after the Regent.
And I... I'm not here to prove my loyalty to anyone. That'd just make me a weaker blade in a fight.

Manfred : So your answer is still "no."
That's fine too.
Sometimes, what I need more is a friend, and for that, Kazdel must temporarily endure the absence of an officer.

[A Kazdelian Sarkaz soldier reports to Manfred. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : We're ready, General!

Manfred : Excellent.
Tell the patrol to retreat immediately.
Activate the automatic aiming system and enter the long-distance targeting coordinates––
––Coordinates, Sudean Borough, Port 309.
Our efforts over the last few months are finally about to bear fruit.
Hoederer, will you do the honors?

<Background 3>

[As Horn and her rebels observe the situation... ]

Londinium Citizen? : Lieutenant, Dublinn looks like they're about to win.

Horn : That's not the situation, but it's also not what matters.
Regardless of who wins, what's important is that they keep each other in check.
That's the situation we need, one that allows your people to charge.

Londinium Citizen? : Charge...?

Horn : Indeed. While they're too occupied with us, that's your best opportunity to get out of the city.

Londinium Citizen? : No... No!

Horn : What's on your mind, Robben?

Londinium Citizen? : Lieutenant, I don't want to leave anymore.

Horn : But...

Londinium Citizen? : I have to stay.

Horn : But this might be the only chance you have to leave Londinium!
After the scuffle here today, the Sarkaz will have the gate blocked tomorrow.
Conceal your weapons and blend in with the other civilians! Hurry, get going!

Londinium Citizen? : We can't just run away like this.
Lieutenant, we can still fight.

[The rebel fires at the fighting Dublinn and Kazdelian soldiers, killing one of the former and injuring two of the latter. ]

Londinium Citizen? : Did you see that? I just took down a Dublinn fighter and injured two Sarkaz!
This crossbow is... pretty crude. It's nothing like the standard-issue military crossbows we're used to.
You made it, right? If you even need to make your weapons yourself, don't you also need more men?

Horn : It's not a question of what I need...
If you don't want to leave, I won't force you.
I don't want to order another good soldier out of the fight, not again, not when she wanted to stay...

Londinium Citizen? : Lieutenant...?

Horn : But let's set that aside for now.
We need to get out of here first.
Now's the best shot we're going to get, so if you don't want to move onwards, then fall back with us!

<Background 2>

Amiya : Doctor, the Sarkaz troops are withdrawing from the fight.
I find it strange that after fighting us and Dublinn for so long, the Sarkaz didn't call in reinforcements or start massacring the Dublinn forces.
That's not how the Sarkaz usually fight. Even the mercenaries that W brought with her into Reunion fought more ferociously than they did.

[The Doctor thinks for a moment, before... ]

Doctor : Something's not right.

Amiya : Doctor, have we fallen into a trap?
This conflict came about so spontaneously and coincidentally... It's as if someone was trying to corral us all together, and then...
Umm, do you think they set all this up for us?
Siege said she found other people who were blending into the crowd just like us... and they seemed to be on the civilians' side.
Might they be the ones the Sarkaz were after?

Doctor : Combat operators, withdraw from the battlefield immediately. / Scout teams, cover the escape for our combat operators and the civilians. / Everyone, find the nearest place to bunker down and prepare to evacuate!

Siege : The Doctor ordered a retreat.

Indra : Huh? We're about to complete our rescue though!

Siege : There must be a reason behind it. Let's go.

Indra : Grr.

Londinium Citizen : Excuse me, Miss Indra! I, I'm over here!

Indra : Thomas?

Siege : Don't go over there!

Indra : I...

[Suddenly the thunderous sound of a howitzer firing can be heard from the distance, and... ]

「A flash of light suddenly fills everyone's eyes.
A scalding wave of heat erupts forth, incinerating almost everything it touches.
Though very little solid debris shoots out, the force of the impact reminds the survivors how they were only a single step from death.
And this threat... came from above. 」

Indra : What just happened?!
Did we get a bomb dropped on us? A huge crater... suddenly appeared in the ground?!
Thomas... *cough* *cough*... The smoke's too thick, I can't see anything!

Dagda : Indra!
Siege told you to stop.

Indra : Fine, I owe you another one.

Dagda : As long as you get it. Now hurry, let's get out of here––

After operation

Summary

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of the city's defense artillery, Dublinn suffers heavy losses and is forced to retreat. Amiya and the Doctor's group are "kidnapped" by mysterious figures and taken underground.

<Background 2>

Dublinn Soldier : Gah! The lift fell over––
If it had been a little lower, m-my leg would've...

[One of Mandragora's grotesques show up before the Dublinn soldier alongside Mandragora herself... ]

Mandragora : Hold on.

[...as it tries to pick the soldier up. ]

Mandragora : I mean, hold on to my construct!
You idiot... Don't drag me down too! It's hard enough to stay afloat bringing you bunch with me!

<Background fades out and in>

Dublinn Soldier : C-Captain... Thank you...

Mandragora : Next time, be smarter about how you run so you're less of a nuisance.

Dublinn Soldier : Watch out, Captain!

[The howitzer fires again, with its blast shell-shocking Mandragora and her Dublinn soldiers. ]

Mandragora : That's... an artillery shell?
No, it's far more destructive than normal artillery...
And, it was aimed so precisely at a small area?
......

[Mandragora realizes that... ]

Mandragora : Manfred... You've been watching us this whole time?!
Bloody hell, that slimy devil!

[The howitzer fires at Mandragora's grotesque, destroying it with one strike. ]

Mandragora : Alright, everyone stop right here! We don't need to chase after those Sarkaz. As for the driver...
He's dead.
This accursed place...

<Background 3>

[Horn watches the devastation caused by the howitzer... ]

Horn : ......

Londinium Citizen? : Lieutenant, wh-what is this...

[...as it fires again, shell-shocking her and the rebels. ]

Horn : ............

Londinium Citizen? : How can the city's defense artillery do this...?

Horn : Londinium's wall defenses were built almost seventy years ago.
This is the first time...
Their cannons have been aimed... inside the city.

<Background 1>

Manfred : Not too shabby.
Even 10% of its firepower is enough to melt ordinary structures.

Hoederer : So this is Londinium's ultimate defense.

Manfred : That was only an auxiliary cannon.
Our weapon experts have said the main guns are able to easily penetrate the armor of any high-speed warship.

Hoederer : A weapon expert...? Are you talking about the officer from the defense forces' engineering team?

Manfred : I must thank you for capturing his wife and daughter.

Hoederer : Is he still alive?

Manfred : As long as he is of use to the Sarkaz, he will not die.
Artilleryman, target Lift 11.

[The howitzer, which turned out to be one of Londinium's defense artillery batteries, is aimed at one of the port's elevators and fires, but misses. ]

Manfred : The shot went wide.
Unfortunate. We'll have to improve our accuracy.

Hoederer : These cannons were meant to point outwards, after all.

Manfred : Outwards... Before we entered Londinium, the defensive artillery was aimed at the ducal army outside the walls.
When we entered the city under the guise of quelling the dukes' conflicts, they never even once thought to put us in their sights––
Does that count as pointing outward?

Hoederer : Since the fall of Gaul and the silence of Iberia, a long time has passed without Victoria facing any real external threat.

Manfred : Indeed, which is why His Majesty found this opportunity for us.
Such sophisticated weaponry should be put to greater use, rather than sitting here as ornaments adorning the doorway.
Artilleryman, activate dynamic target tracking.

[The howitzer switches to auto-targeting and fires, this time the shot was right on target. ]

Manfred : Very good, it's working.
We had to spend nearly a whole month to calibrate them...
Luckily, they seem to be working well enough.
These weapons put us in control of everything that enters and exits Londinium.
Once all our cannons are in place... There will be nowhere to hide under the shadow of these steel walls.

<Background 3>

Horn : Dublinn seems to be drawing away the artillery fire.
Is this... a test run? Is their purpose really just to calibrate...
No, they're ultimately unconcerned with this port.

Londinium Citizen? : Lieutenant, what do we do now?

Horn : Continue to withdraw towards the city.
However... the rest of Sudean is no longer safe.
The Sarkaz are tightening their grip on Londinium. As long as the city's artillery is pointed inwards, our lives are in their hands.
Unless...

Londinium Citizen? : What's your plan, Lieutenant?

Horn : It's nothing. Let's go, we'll talk after we've made our escape.

<Background 2>

[Enraged at the howitzer tearing apart her forces... ]

Mandragora : These bloody walls! These bloody cannons!

[...Mandragora creates more grotesques, but the howitzer fire turns them into dust in a single blast. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Captain, your constructs got destroyed again...

Mandragora : I don't... have time for this!
Don't just stand there staring! Away with you! Get out of here!
Forcing us to run, eh? Mark my words, Manfred, you insult me like this today, I swear I'll...

Dublinn Soldier : Captain, that one I just saw running off that way... looked rather familiar...

Mandragora : The Lupo brunette? Is it her?!
Get her––
Ugh!

Dublinn Soldier : Be careful, Captain!

[The howitzer fires at Mandragora and her forces, but one of the Dublinn soldiers pushed her away from the blast radius, getting maimed in the process... ]

Mandragora : What have you done?!

Dublinn Soldier : I'm... protecting you... run! You still have to... find... for the Leader...

[...and dies from his grave injuries. ]

Mandragora : Fine... fine.
You're the thirteenth.
The thirteenth Taran life. I will mark you down in the Leader's place. One day, I will personally make the Sarkaz pay for each and every life.

<Background 1>

Sarkaz Warrior : General, we've routed Dublinn's team.

Manfred : I saw.

Sarkaz Warrior : But we couldn't find the rebels... Those sly insects! They peeked their heads out for a moment, but they vanished again after we activated the cannons.
Uhh, could they have been killed already?

Manfred : What do you think?

Sarkaz Warrior : I... I don't think our job would be that easy.

Manfred : I'm glad you understand.

Sarkaz Warrior : Then, did they blend into the crowd? Should we notify the patrol so they can detain the civilians and continue the search?

Manfred : No need.
Continue to bombard the port. Oh, and increase the firepower.

Sarkaz Warrior : Increase the firepower? The port is almost completely destroyed. I can't imagine anyone would be hiding there still.

Manfred : They won't ever take this route again. Besides, have you ever seen a Sarkaz draw only half his sword?
Now that we've begun, why not let them see exactly what we're capable of?

Hoederer : You're putting on a show of force for them. You want... to cut off their escape and force them to come out.

Manfred : This game of hide-and-seek has gone on long enough. Even if I don't mind waiting, the same cannot be said for His Majesty and the Royal Court.
Doesn't matter who it is. If they have a plan, I'd like them to hurry up with it.

<Background 3>

[Amidst the bombardment of the port... ]

Amiya : Doctor, we don't have anywhere safe to hide!
Even if we all took cover under the structure, we'd still be...

[The howitzer fires, its explosion causing the nearby structure to rumble. ]

Closure : ...Vulnerable to their artillery blowing us to bits!
I've done some rough calculations. If those cannons are fully charged, they'd be able to shoot clean through a standard city plate! This flimsy sheet plate above our heads on the wall there won't stand a chance!
Siege, Londinium's cannons here are serious business!

Siege : This is the first time I've seen them fired off on such a scale.

Closure : That means they're rolling out the red carpet for us, right?

Siege : If that were the idea, we would be wiped out fifty kilometers outside the walls.

Closure : Urgh...

[The howitzer fires again, but Closure's drone protects Amiya and co. from its blast. ]

Closure : Ahhh, I can't take it anymore––!
Amiya, my drones can't reinforce these plates any further. At this rate, we're going to get blasted sky-high!

Amiya : We need to get out of here.
Dublinn also scrambled to get away as fast as they could... but they used Arts constructs to defend themselves and left their wounded behind.

Londinium Citizen : Ugh... Argh, why's our luck so rotten...?
Are we going to die here?

Siege : We won't leave a single Londinier behind.

[Amiya contacts the other Rhodes Island operatives... ]

Amiya : Scout team, have you located the artillerymen?
Not yet...?

[...just as the howitzer fires again. ]

Siege : I'm afraid we can't find them.
Londinium's urban defense cannons, and this wall looming in front of us, have always been a single entity.

Amiya : In other words... we have no way of stopping the barrage if we can't scale the wall or get inside it?

Doctor : Nobody can scale a wall under fire. / We couldn't find a way inside.

Indra : We can't just hide here waiting to die either!
Why don't I run out there and try to draw their fire? With my skills, I should be able to buy a few minutes...

Siege : Not happening.

Dagda : If you're not letting her do it alone, then let's all go.

Morgan : Settle down, you two. Dagda, have you been hanging around Indra for so long that your brain turned to muscle?

Dagda : Hey...

Morgan : If it was as easy as getting some live bait out there, would the two of you still be here making a scene?
Our armor could maybe take two hits from a standard crossbow. Our friends in Engineering spent months working hard to make it.
If you're going to run out there and get yourself killed, you never should've come to Londinium in the first place!

Indra : ......
Alright, I get it. But I swear, I'm not letting anything happen to Vina!
We... haven't even been home yet!

[The howitzer fires again. ]

Doctor : True, there's no point in running out there. / It's too early to be saying that kind of stuff.

Siege : Doctor, do you have a plan?

Doctor : The drones.

Closure : Drones...? Hmm, hmm, I see... Oh, so that's where you're going with it. That makes sense.

Indra : What are you mumbling about now, Closure? The Doctor barely said two words, but you're acting like you had a whole conversation!

Closure : Oh, my bad. I just got an idea.
Those cannons seem pretty intelligent, and at such a long range, they can't be completely manual. They must have some way of locking onto moving targets near the ground.
One or two guys running around won't be enough to get the cannons off our backs.
If I deploy all my drones at once, the targeting algorithm might see them as a higher-priority threat than us and the civilians, but...

Indra : But there's no guarantee?

Closure : Well obviously, I can't promise anything!

[The howitzer fires again. ]

Rhodes Island Operator : Closure, the reinforcement failed. The pressure is too great for the drones to withstand!
The base plate is going to collapse within thirty seconds...

Amiya : We have no other choice. Let's give it a try.
On the Doctor's signal, all operators prepare to withdraw.

Closure : Five, four, three––
Two––

Doctor : Run!

[Closure releases her drones to distract the howitzer... ]

Closure : Drones, launching!

Amiya : Run, everyone! Go, go!

[...just as it fires at them, allowing Amiya and co. to safely relocate to a safer place. ]

Amiya : Did it work?

Siege : It bought us just enough time to move to a structure a few steps away... but this place won't last long either.

Closure : That was our one shot, too... My precious drones have all been reduced to scrap, and even I can't just conjure up another batch.

Amiya : We can't safely move forward or retreat backwards. If we want to escape the cannon fire, we're going to have to take some risks.
I wish there were some way around all of this...

??? : I heard you needed a guide?

Amiya : Huh?

Siege : Who's there?!

[Amiya and co. draw their weapons as the mysterious man from before appears before them. ]

??? : Miss Cautus, I'd like to talk to you.
But before that, I'd appreciate it if you could have your people lower their weapons.

Amiya : You–– Who are you?

??? : Let's save the introductions for later.
Claws, a machete, and this... Uhh, this hammer? Ma'am, your weapon looks plenty brilliant, but I'd appreciate it if you could keep it away from my head.

Siege : ......

??? : Otherwise, this friend of yours might be in danger.

Amiya : ––Doctor!!

Doctor : Huh? What happened? / ...... / Is he talking about me?

??? : Not too close now.
One more step, and your friend's head becomes a mess on the wall.

Closure : A-Amiya, the drone...!
One of the drones wrapped around when we weren't paying attention, and it's locked onto the Doctor's head!

??? : You sure know your stuff, Miss Pointy-Ears.
To be honest, I'm getting more and more curious about you lot.

Amiya : ......
All hands, weapons down.

??? : There we go, that's nice. Oh, make sure you get the message to your snipers around the corner too. I bet they haven't blinked once since I showed up.

Amiya : Do as he says.]

??? : Lovely.

Amiya : ––Sir.
I hope you believe us when we say that we'd never move to harm a stranger unprovoked, but––
Harm one thread on the Doctor's hood and I promise you, right here, right now, I don't need a weapon to ensure you never threaten another human being.

??? : Ahem...

[The howitzer fires again. ]

Closure : Ugh... This place is already dangerous enough. Are we seriously going to get blown up before we even start our mission?!

??? : Right, if we don't want the Sarkaz to turn us to dust, we don't have time to be pointing weapons at each others' heads.
Listen up, I have an idea. Please come with me, nice and easy.
I'm gonna keep borrowing your friend here until we get where we're going––

Doctor : That's not very nice. / ...... / And if I refuse?

??? : Sorry, but you don't get a say. Behave yourself and come along with me, my faceless friend.

Operation story: 10-5

Before operation

Summary

After the two sides test each other multiple times, the mysterious man introduces himself. They are apparently the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps. In the underground passage, Corps Captain Feist explains to Amiya and the Rhodes Islanders the current situation in Londinium.

「Pipes. They are buried deep underground with no end in sight.
These pipes connect the entire city. They are the veins of Londinium. It is through them that the energy is supplied to Londinium's heart, and that is where we are right now.
Never fear the darkness before your eyes. When the sun sets at night, the shadows live on in the city's veins.
When the light is taken, you trust your ears, your nose, and your remaining senses.
Listen carefully. The mechanical rumble is the flow of its blood. The gears rotate rhythmically like breathing.
Indeed, Londinium is alive. Even if we do not sit on its tall throne, it lives on as its own organism.
If you ever find yourself here again one day... no matter what may be chasing you, you needn't be afraid.
After all, you run through the body of Londinium.
Vina, you are home. 」

<Background 1>

Siege : ......

??? : Okay, everyone. We can stop here for a while.

Closure : Uh, where exactly are we?
We've been climbing down all this time... It's like we burrowed ourselves into some kind of pipeline...
The walkway's broader, but it's still sark as hell...
Waaahhh... Are you those cutthroats who would drive us to some abondoned construction site and slice our neck?

??? : Huh...? *Cough*, you might be right about that.

Indra : Who the hell are you anyway, punk? Don't think we'll just follow your every word.

??? : Hm... to be on the safe side, let me ask you the same question.
Who are you people? Why are you trying to sneak into Londinium?

Amiya : Before we answer that, you need to let our employee go.

Doctor : Right, you're taking me hostage. / ...... / Let go already.

??? : Is our hooded friend your commander?
Sure enough. I figured out who calls the shots in battle. That said, Cautus lady, you're the one who's actually in charge, right?
Don't be so surprised. I'll admit you have a few tricks up your sleeves, but... we're locals, and we know this playbook a lot better than you.

Amiya : A local... You live in Londinium, then?
Were you part of that big fight earlier?

??? : Stop with the guesses. We haven't worked up the mutual trust yet.
Dublinn and the Sarkaz fighting each other doesn't prove anything. Them bickering doesn't mean we should fall down on either side.

Siege : Londinium's veins.

??? : Wh-What did you say?

Siege : We've made it inside Londinium.

??? : How can you tell?!

Siege : These pathways connect the city to the outside. They can get us past the Sarkaz guards and inside the city.
How long have we walked? Twenty minutes?
I reckon we're right underneath a certain key facility in Sudean right now.

??? : Uh...

Siege : The facility isn't far from the walls. And it is a key hub. From here, you can get to many places in the city.
Rail tracks...
Just another kilometer or two ahead, and there will be a train station above us.

??? : ......
You know Londinium well. I suppose you used to live here?

[Siege pauses for a moment, before... ]

Siege : I'm a local, too.

??? : No wonder. I was about to say your hammer feels especially familiar. Feline lady... Uh, you're a Feline, right?

Siege : Whatever you are, that's what I am.

??? : *Sigh*. I'm really gonna regret this if you guys are actually Sarkaz spies, aren't I?

Amiya : Don't hurt the Doctor–!

Doctor : He can't hurt me. / It's too late to regret anything.

??? : Huh?! W-When did you take over the drone?
Y-You're holding it in your bare hands?! I could detonate the drone bomb right now, you know?!

Doctor : You don't have a remote. / This drone isn't even finished. All it can do is fly.

??? : Urgh, this is bad.
When did you figure it out? When I was talking to you? Or when I led you down the underground passage?
Maybe even before that...? Hold on. You didn't... you couldn't have figured out all the way back when I captured you? That this drone poses no threat?
And you let me drag you all the way down here?!

Doctor : I had to get a feel of your intentions. / You think my friends here didn't know?

Siege : If I had thought for a second you were going to hurt the Doctor, my hammer would've cracked your skull before your hand could even touch the remote.

Morgan : You know, you really should've picked someone dumber for your hostage, like this punk who only knows to speak with her fists. She might have fallen for your trick.

Indra : You think he could come anywhere close?

Closure : Uh... so the signal jammer I brought along isn't gonna come in handy?

Amiya : –Mr. "Local."
I think it's about time we put an end to this charade. No more testing each other.
We may not face enemy cannon fire, but there's still a threat to the both of us out there.
Haven't we proven ourselves?
We've had many opportunities to take you down from the moment we met. Suppose we were actually spies sent here by the Sarkaz. We've already figured out the size of things here, so why waste any more time talking to you?
The only reason that the Doctor was playing the hostage here and that we willingly followed you into this passageway is because we believe you mean no harm.
So shouldn't you put your trust in us more and tell us what your goal is?

??? : Hm, that sounds very convincing. I mean, you could say I'm your hostage now.
Rockrock, come on out.

[The mysterious woman from before, now known as Rockrock, reveals herself... ]

Rockrock : ......

[...which surprises Closure, as she controls a swarm of drones. ]

Closure : D-D-Dr-Drones...? So many?! With that formation, they're aiming at us, aren't they? T-They could shoot us all full of holes!

??? : Rockrock, stop it.
It doesn't matter if they spot you or your drones. Considering their strength, I wouldn't be able to get out alive, if we came to blows.

Rockrock : If you knew that, maybe you shouldn't have brought me along to play your stupid games.

??? : Fine, you're right.
Hey, hooded friend, can you give Rock-17 back? The drone in your hand there. It's only half-done. If you break it, Rockrock is going to be livid.

[The Doctor returns one of the Rock-17 drones to the man. ]

??? : Phew... Well, pleased to make your acquaintance.
I'm Feist. This is Rockrock, my partner.

Feist : We belong to the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps.

<Background 2>

[Manfred is having a talk with Hoederer. ]

Manfred : How many places do you think there are in Londinium that our eyes cannot reach?

Hoederer : Countless many.

Manfred : There are thousands of old factories in the city. Roughly four-in-ten are abandoned. The remaining sixty percent are still operational.
Most of the factories that are still running are built on the sites of even older factories. The factory buildings might as well be labyrinths filled with centuries' worth of industrial waste.
As many factories as there are, there are even more slums hidden away between the factory buildings. Not even the top echelons of the city's defense force can say how many there are living in these civilian industrial and old logistics districts.
Sometimes, I even think this place isn't so different from Kazdel.
The more colorful outer shell is the main difference. That, and they buried the rotten parts deeper inside to keep the stench from suffocating the distinguished elite.

Hoederer : Trying to fish a group of troublemakers out of the Kazdel slums in three days is like trying to rob a group of Lateran envoys covered by the Apostolic Knights on your own. Not an easy ask.

Manfred : It is still built atop the foundation that we were all born in Kazdel.
Londinium... Who dares to claim to know Londinium so well?
How long did it take us to defeat the parliamentary guard and take command of seventy percent of the city's defense forces?

Hoederer : Less than a week.

Manfred : How long did it take us to hang the aristocrats that took the lead in the opposition and defeat the hooligans they spent great sums to hire dozens of times, until they all finally fell in line?

Hoederer : A month and a half.

Manfred : Yet we are now months into our tug-of-war with the so-called rebels here in the Sudean streets and alleys.
In just half a year, we seized nearly every borough of Londinium.
Every borough except this one.
A half-abandoned industrial district. From the south all the way to the north, it surrounds the mountains in Londinium's center and connects to the rarely-visited old logistics districts.

Hoederer : "This is where the history of Londinium begins."

Manfred : So the history books claim.
I know that there must be at least one king, perhaps even several, who are dissatisfied with my progress.

Hoederer : You mentioned that they wanted to completely seal off this ward.

Manfred : They are far too easily offended. As soon as command here falls into their hands, they will build a new wall between Sudean and the other wards with the bodies of the Londiniers.

Hoederer : At the very least, the Regent supports you.

Manfred : No, it is I who must do everything I can to support the general.
The court does not understand the general's pain... They do not understand how fragile the current balance is.
Do you know why I insisted on activating only the secondary defense cannons?
If I activate the primary cannons right now... will the dukes out there march right inside?
Suppose we proceed to slaughter all the people of Londinium. Will that once again stir disloyalty among the nobles in the city and the soldiers who joined us, causing them to turn their swords against us and fight to the bitter end?
Suppose we completely abandon this industrial district. How much longer will the general's plans be delayed without the trains carrying materials to The Shard every day?
The lords' pride prevented them from casting their ancient skulls downward to see these foreign cities.
In my opinion, if we are to control all of Londinium, the most difficult battle we must fight is right before our eyes.

<Background 1>

[The man, now known as Feist of the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps, or better known as Eartha, explains the current situation to Rhodes Island-Glasgow. ]

Feist : The Sarkaz calls us the rebels. We got no complaints in that department.
If the only way to save ourselves is by standing up against them, then even the most ordinary of Londiniers will take up arms.

Siege : Do you know what's happening in the other wards?

Feist : Can't be better than here.
All of us either work for the Sarkaz or die.
We've been getting bits and pieces of news from up north. From what I heard, the Sarkaz army there's much more cruel.

Indra : Vina, does that mean Baird and the rest who stayed behind...

Morgan : Calm down.

Indra : How am I supposed to be calm?! It's been five years! Five years! I don't even know if they're still...

Siege : We'll find them.
Soon, we'll find each of them, one by one.

Indra : Okay, Vina. I trust you. No matter where they are. No matter if they're alive or...
Never mind! I won't get so gloomy in front of everyone.

Feist : Ladies, as long as your friends are still alive, we should have a way to get in touch with them.

Siege : You operate outside of Sudean too?

Feist : We can get anywhere in Londinium. Even outside the city.
For each of us they take away, ten more join our ranks.
Rockrock is a born and bred Sudean girl. She's one of our most senior fighters. She knows better than the rest of us how our team grew, bit by bit.

Rockrock : Seeing as you're leading a team now, we might've been adding to our ranks a little too quickly.

Feist : Haha, who do you think led you to eleven victories, Lieutenant?

Rockrock : All we did was lead people underground. How does that count as a victory?

Feist : Managing to live another day under the Sarkaz's noses, all while we get to keep operating in the dark? I'd call that a win.
It's just as you saw. The Sarkaz haven't taken complete control of Sudean yet.
The terrain and flow of people here are so chaotic that if the Sarkaz really are trying to take control of every inch, then they must really have underestimated the place.
And besides... This is where the last Londinium defense force squad fought the Sarkaz.

Dagda : Looks like they lost too.

Feist : *Sigh*... They fought and they lost.
That battle was over quick... way too quick. Before any of us could react, the Sarkaz were already standing atop the walls.

Dagda : It's all because of the traitors! They bought out our elite squads!

Feist : Miss, were you in the military?

Dagda : ......
No, I wasn't. I was... uh... a local, like them.

Feist : Alright, a local.
I know the military had its share of traitors. Plenty of them, even.
The traitors and some of the aristocrats defected to the Sarkaz with much of the defense force.
Outside Sudean, you may still find Londinium forces patrolling the streets, but their commanding officers are all regulars at Sarkaz soirees now.

Dagda : What about the last squad that fought here?

Feist : They held out to the bitter end. Each of them paid a dear, terrible price.
I don't know how many of them survived, but I think... having experienced a hopeless fight like that, even if they made it out alive, their hearts must ache whenever they look at Londinium's walls.

<Background 3>

Horn : Don't be so alarmed. Keep your head up. Take your hand off the crossbow, and relax a little.

Londinium Citizen? : *cough*, *cough*.

Horn : The residents here are used to seeing all kinds of people. They won't help us, but as long as they don't feel their lives are in danger, they won't follow Dublinn or the Sarkaz's orders.

Londinium Citizen? : Life under the enemy's watchful eyes... I can't imagine going through that.

Horn : Do you know how they used to think of us?

Londinium Citizen? : Uh, I haven't thought about it.

Horn : I never did either.

Londinium Citizen? : Lieutenant...?

Horn : Alright, stop calling me Lieutenant. I'm Horn here. There are way too many lieutenants running around, of all different factions.

Londinium Citizen? : Right, Horn. Where are we going?

Horn : To regroup with my companions first.
The Sarkaz patrol will pass by the area in five minutes. We'll split into two teams and follow the rail tracks east separately.
After three hundred and fifty meters, you'll see an iron staircase leading up.
If you hear five metallic knocks, come on up. Three, stay put. Two, disband immediately.
You might think the abandoned factories there look familiar... Don't be surprised. It's Dublinn's stronghold.

Londinium Citizen? : Isn't that a little dangerous?

Horn : With Dublinn occupying the area, the Sarkaz don't go there often.
Want to try your hand at hide-and-seek? You're welcome to join in on the fun.

<Background 1>

[Amidst a friendly talk between Feist and R.I.-Glasgow... ]

Feist : So are you really just a normal business?

Doctor : Just like you're a normal engineer.

Feist : Haha... That's putting it simply.
Now that the Sarkaz are in charge of Londinium, who am I to doubt your excuses? You're security personnel working for a medical corporation, right?
Let's see... a team with a total of seventeen people. All of you are outfitted with military-grade equipment, and you work well with each other. You even have these half-decent drones.

Closure : "Half-decent...?"
What do you mean, "half-decent?" You can't talk about my work like that!

Feist : Ehhh, settle down.
I didn't get a good look at them up there. Maybe you can show them to me another time?

Closure : The Sarkaz blew them all up! Just thinking about it makes my heart ache!

Feist : Why don't you try fixing them? You should have a couple wrecked drones left, right? How about I take a look at them for you? I have all the tools we need.

Rhodes Island Operator : Closure, I did manage to snatch two...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Those drones are Rhodes Island technology.

Feist : I gotta find something nice to trade with you, then?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You have to work with us first before we can share it.

Feist : Whoa, someone's cautious.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Feist : Doctor... What kind of doctor are you anyway? Eh, never mind. We'll talk about it another time. I'm in no rush.
That aside, how did you make it to Londinium in the first place? I've told you plenty about the city's situation. If we're working with each other, why don't you tell me something about the outside?

Amiya : It was a long journey...

Feist : I know you already fought Dublinn.

Amiya : You have eyes outside the city?

Feist : Cautus lady. We talked about this. We're sharing information with each other.

Amiya : Okay.
Taking us back a bit... We did have a run-in with Dublinn outside Londinium...

After operation

Summary

Some five hundred kilometers away from Londinium, the Nachzehrer King pays the Rhodes Island landship a surprise visit and shares a conversation with Kal'tsit. In the Londinium palace, a Confessarius discovers an infiltrator, Ascalon.

<Background 4>

「10:20 A.M. \ Overcast
527km out from Londinium, operation platform of an abandoned mine 」

Kal'tsit : Docking complete.

Warfarin : Nothing out of the ordinary... Phew. Maybe you should take a break now?
Or are you going to start...

Kal'tsit : Quiet.

[A tall, elderly man dressed in white robes approach Kal'tsit and Warfarin. ]

Peculiar-looking Elder : Dame Kal'tsit, it's been a while...

Warfarin : T-Th-This rotten smell...

Peculiar-looking Elder : A Vampire. In a doctor's gown too... How strange.

Warfarin : *Hiss*...

Peculiar-looking Elder : Retract your fangs.
Not even the oldest red eyes dare to approach my flesh. They are cowards all, and fear my seething anger could cause their fangs to rot.

Warfarin : Kal'tsit, how many Sarkaz are there who could cause me to lose my composure, even for a moment?

Kal'tsit : There's at least one, right in front of you.
It's been a long time since I last saw an old Sarkaz hero walking Terra. I presume there must be a reason that you are gracing these barrenlands with your presence, King of the Nachzehrer?

Peculiar-looking Elder : You could say I'm here to visit an old friend.

Kal'tsit : We've met twice.

Peculiar-looking Elder : You looked very different the first time.
As for the second time...

Kal'tsit : I saw someone outside the ship on the day of her accident... So that was really you.
I thought the Nachzehrer Court had already made its choice when it turned a blind eye to an assassination that despicable.

Peculiar-looking Elder : Be it then or now, the nachzehrer have only ever had one choice. We are Sarkaz, and we are loyal to the Sarkaz, not the throne or the crown, much less ancient witchcraft.
For the past few centuries, I have feasted on the flesh and blood of countless enemies, and I have witnessed the fall of several Sarkaz heroes.
Some of them died by the blades of their strongest foes, while others were assassinated.
As such, I am here because I seek an answer.
Tell me–
What killed the last pure-blooded Wendigo?

Kal'tsit : ......

Peculiar-looking Elder : Answer me, Dame!

Warfarin : Kal'tsit! H-Hu-Hurry up and get Mon3tr out! He's going to strike!
The landship is right there! We can't just...

Kal'tsit : Hear me, Nachzehrer King.
I will not fight you here.
Buldrokkas'tee has departed the cage that had confined him for his entire life. I will not tarnish his last wish with pointless violence.

Peculiar-looking Elder : Is this your way of commemorating a Sarkaz hero? By running away... so loathsomely?

Kal'tsit : ......
I am not running away.
I gave you the answer you wanted, just like when the Wendigo wanted a fight in place of answers.
I will say it again, Nachzehrer King. I refuse to fight you here.
You feed on the flesh of your enemies and swallow their cries and regrets to fuel your next battle.
Yet we are not enemies. There were times when we fought alongside each other, and there were also times when we had to raise swords against each other over differing opinions.
Likewise, this applies to Rhodes Island and Buldrokkas'tee when he sided with Reunion.
Just as you witnessed her passing, I witnessed the return of a Wendigo soul to Kazdel.

Peculiar-looking Elder : You say you are his witness.

Kal'tsit : I am.

Peculiar-looking Elder : And he chose you himself?

Kal'tsit : In his final moments... Buldrokkas'tee wanted a fitting opponent, and a friend to talk to.

Peculiar-looking Elder : Hah... hahahaha!
Very well. I accept your answer.
Now, you show yourself, Confessarius.

[Shining reveals herself. ]

Shining : ......

Peculiar-looking Elder : Had I moved to strike... even if the black monster did not come out, you would have raised your blade against me.
Even I would have to dodge the blade of a Confessarius... That is, if you CAN unsheathe your blade.

Shining : ......
You know...

Peculiar-looking Elder : I've known your kind for centuries.
On the contrary, I am surprised that you joined the side of that outblood successor.

Shining : ......

Peculiar-looking Elder : Can you carry the burden of your disobedience?

Shining : It doesn't matter whether I can or cannot. Since the moment I was born, I have carried these sins.

Peculiar-looking Elder : Exactly! You fascinate me more than the masked one in Londinium!
And the Great Banshee, the young one. Is he not here?
He is young in years, but his mother taught him well. If he were here, your odds would be a fair bit higher.

Kal'tsit : Your anger has quelled, Nachzehrer King.

Peculiar-looking Elder : That does not mean I do not wish to kill you.
Let me ask you. Is this ship built atop the remnants of a colossal artifact still the field base of the Sarkaz King-in-exile?

Kal'tsit : We never once called ourselves that... not even when she was still alive.

Peculiar-looking Elder : You still won't admit it, even though the outblood successor has now led her forces to Londinium?

Kal'tsit : Amiya knows her role.
We don't want a war to break out before our eyes. There should be no more needless sacrifices... Both Victorians and Sarkaz have shed more than enough blood already.

Peculiar-looking Elder : Poppycock! A hapless child who dares not call herself King presumes to save the Sarkaz!

Kal'tsit : I would never presume to persuade the king of a Sarkaz court.

Peculiar-looking Elder : At least you know your place, then. It takes far more than your debate skills to win the approval of the courts.
The outblood successor will face a challenge in that iron fortress unlike any before.

Kal'tsit : Is that why you allowed Amiya into Londinium?
The nachzehrer[sic] take their nutrients from war. Failure brings nothing but unproductive decay.
It seems you still have your doubts about whether the Military Commission's resolution will truly bring victory to the Sarkaz.

Peculiar-looking Elder : Nonsense!

Mon3tr : (Alerted growl)

Kal'tsit : Not now, Mon3tr.
Nachzehrer King, I'm not doubting the leadership of the Sarkaz army. Just as you said, I'm here to talk to you as an old friend.
Thanks to the Victorian dukes, Londinium is now an impenetrable fortress, yet Theresis is still able to summon the kings to the city.
This tells us that you and your army are guarding the passages into Londinium, yet you did not stop our infiltration.
You had the opportunity to kill me and destroy Rhodes Island.
But you didn't.
And that's because of... Amiya.

Peculiar-looking Elder : Heh...
How would I know whether it is rebirth or destruction she will wreak unless I get to see her wear that black crown with my own eyes?

Kal'tsit : You will.
She will surpass what you... no, what any of us could ever imagine.

Peculiar-looking Elder : Let's put an end to our friendly conversation.
An eternally young dame, a free-willed vampire, and... a Confessarius who left her kind.
We shall meet again in Londinium.

[After the elder, who turned out to be the king of the Nachzehrer Sarkaz and Kal'tsit's acquaintance, leaves... ]

Warfarin : Phew... He's gone, Kal'tsit.
Truth be told, that really got my blood pumping. I've lived for a few centuries now, but there are still a lot of things I haven't finished.

Shining : In his eyes... the real battlefield lies elsewhere.
That's the only reason he let Rhodes Island be.

Warfarin : And I was just saying I don't want to go back to Kazdel... Even if I don't go looking for trouble, trouble's knocking on my door!
Kal'tsit, we can't let something like this happen again. Otherwise, I'm not sure I can guarantee Rhodes Island's safety. We could be in trouble the second you two leave the ship.

Kal'tsit : ......
It's time for us to depart.
Shining, what's your decision?

Shining : Doctor... Liz and I are ready. We can leave at a moment's notice.

Kal'tsit : I noticed that you did not deny the Nachzehrer King's accusations.

Shining : There is no point... in denying it.
For the past three years, life aboard Rhodes Island has been peaceful. Neither Liz nor I could have asked for more.

Kal'tsit : Is it time to say our goodbyes, then?

Shining : Doctor, you know very well that if we continue our journey together, both you and Amiya will be in much more danger.
However... if Rhodes Island needs us, we will remain.

<Background 5>

[A Confessarius Guard reports in to the Confessarius himself. ]

Confessarius Guard : Sir, Defensive Cannon S-309 has been activated–

Confessarius : Looks like Manfred has made some progress.

Confessarius Guard : Should we report this to the Regent?

Confessarius : No need. All of this is according to His Majesty's plans.
Manfred still needs more concrete achievements if he is trying to earn the Court's trust. Capturing some fighters is far from enough.
Activating the secondary cannons is the first step. Tell him that His Majesty needs not one, or even several unimportant plates.
Should it be necessary, we can abandon even an entire district...

Confessarius Guard : What's the matter?

Confessarius : Stay still.

Confessarius Guard : The enemy? Here?!

Confessarius : Stay still, if you want to keep your head.

Confessarius Guard : ......

Confessarius : ......
What an unexpected guest.

??? : You don't seem very surprised.

Confessarius : Hmm... Let me put it another way. We've been waiting for your arrival.
The ship is stopped somewhere in the barrenlands outside Londinium, and I thought you would only have just made it to the walls.

??? : ......

Confessarius : Nonetheless, this is hardly surprising. Assassins are always on the move, no?

??? : You talk too much.

Confessarius : I have you to thank for giving me the opportunity, then.
If you want to kill me, why not just do it? Your control of the shadow is so masterful that not even I could notice you immediately. And your breathing...
It seems you did not neglect the techniques you learned from His Majesty after leaving his side. He will be happy to know that.

??? : Shut up.

Confessarius : Letting your emotions get the better of you is unbecoming of an assassin.

[The assassin attacks the Confessarius, who managed to withstood it. ]

??? : ......

Confessarius : How nimble.

??? : You're tougher than the others. Sure enough.

Confessarius : Is that why you didn't strike first?
The life of a Confessarius is not worth taking if it means trading your own... I see. You have yet to see His Majesty, since you've entered the city.

「The shadow shows no sign of change. It does not move, much less answer.
The Confessarius gazes past the swath of emptiness to the window and beyond. There is nothing but another swath of emptiness there.
A golden ray of light flutters from his motionless hand toward the faint sunlight outside the window. 」

Confessarius : When you reach the throne... you might meet much more than just His Majesty.
I look forward to seeing the look on your face, Ascalon.

<Background 6>

Theresis : So they have arrived.

Confessarius Guard : Yes, Your Majesty. Our leader has already met one of them in the legislature.

Theresis : Inform Manfred. We must find out who is among them.

Confessarius Guard : The young general should have already met with our Messenger, but...

Theresis : He can handle this matter.

Confessarius Guard : We understand your trust in Manfred, Your Majesty.
But I must emphasize that he is busy dealing with the rebels on all sides. Judging by the results, it seems he did not immediately detect Rhodes Island's approach.

Theresis : Tell me the candidates.

Confessarius Guard : The kings have shown keen interest in that fake for some time now. Aside from the two who have already begun their moves, the Sanguinarch has also grown tired of superfluous social engagements with the city's nobles.
He is happy to head to Sudean, to Manfred's aid.

Theresis : Remind him.
That should he ever find the "The Sarkaz King" and {nickname}, bring them to me at once.

Confessarius Guard : What of the Dame? Of course, the Nachzehrer King will keep an eye on her, but we must be prepared too.

Theresis : Let the vampires deal with her as they see fit.

Confessarius Guard : Very well, Your Majesty. I'm sure the Prince of Blood will be elated.
On another note, our leader would like to know if you would have us arrange more guards to secure your surroundings?

Theresis : No need. If anyone wishes to call on me, let them come.

Confessarius Guard : There is one more thing... Suppose "she" wants to meet with that group, should we interfere?

Theresis : ......
Let her go.

Confessarius Guard : In that case, what if "she" meets her old friends from Rhodes Island...? Will that be a risk?

Theresis : You'll remind me now that the witchcraft of the Confessarii is unreliable?

Confessarius Guard : My apologies. Please do not be angered.
Just as you saw, "her" ideas and actions represent the Sarkaz will. This will... should be more than capable of defeating any lingering emotions from the past.
Yet the Confessarii exist to extinguish any lurking problems. Our leader must consider all possibilities.

Theresis : No need.
A puppet locked inside a cage cannot lead the Sarkaz on the battlefield.
Tell the Confessarii that I will say this only once.
Do not ever insult Theresa again with these excuses... and do not ever insult me again.

<Background 1>

[As Feist leads the way for R.I.-Glasgow... ]

Feist : We should be nearly there.

Rockrock : Got a signal...

Feist : What does it mean... Huh? An emergency meeting?
Was there some kind of emergency?! Rockrock, we have to get back!

Rockrock : What about them?

Feist : The commander's order is to bring them to this position, but she wouldn't have time to see them now.

Rockrock : Leave them here.

Feist : That's a bit of a waste of time, isn't it? How about this? I will bring them to the commander...

Rockrock : No!

Feist : Huh?

Rockrock : We still can't be sure these outsiders are the ones we're looking for.

Feist : Who else could they be?

Rockrock : That's for the commander and the captains to decide.
You've already taken a big risk by bringing them into the tunnel without permission and leading them this far.

Feist : I've already tested them...

Rockrock : You're quite smart, I'll admit, but you trust others too easily.
Take a closer look at your new friends. Especially the one who's also into drones.

Closure : Huh? Who? Me?

Rockrock : She's... a Sarkaz.

Closure : Yeah, I'm a Sarkaz, what's the matter? Well, I am not the only Sarkaz here, there...
Hmm, huh? A-Amiya?

Amiya : ......
Right, Miss Rockrock. They are Sarkaz, and they are also our trusted friends.
We are not like the Sarkaz who took over your home up there.

Rockrock : Whether they're the same is not for you to decide.

Indra : What's that supposed to mean?
You should've told us sooner you weren't keen on working with us. We wouldn't have squirmed around in these dark tunnels for so long!

Rockrock : You're locals. If you want to stay, I will welcome you like I welcome all my brothers in arms.
...but I can't trust them so easily.

Indra : Ugh... It doesn't matter what you say.

Siege : We live together. We die together.

Doctor : We are all Rhodes Island Operators. / All of them are equally trustworthy.

Amiya : It's just as the Doctor said...
Miss Rockrock... We've already exchanged plenty of intelligence.
If you still won't afford us the most basic trust, I don't think we should force ourselves to keep walking this tunnel together.
Mr. Feist, on behalf of Rhodes Island, thank you for assisting us earlier.
We will leave you and find our own way out.

Feist : Wait!
Erm, that's not what Rockrock meant.

Amiya : I know. I can see where Miss Rockrock is coming from and how she feels. Resentment always has a root cause, and I definitely won't blame her for this.
Rhodes Island has faced similar problems, both before and now.
Whether the suspicion and distrust arose because we are Infected or because we stand with the Sarkaz, it's all one and the same to us.
We will prove Rhodes Island's position with our actions.
But... I hope you can also understand that we can't stand side by side next to someone who looks at us with such a disdainful gaze.

Rockrock : ......
Well said, Cautus. You're a fine leader, but that's not going to change my position. I am responsible for my brothers and sisters in arms too.
Feist... Captain Feist. I'll get going now. Send the word out and have everyone get ready. If you've really thought it through, take these people to the commander.
She will make the final decision, and whatever her orders are, I will follow them.

Feist : Rockrock!

Closure : Amiya, did I say something wrong? Our relationship didn't break down because of me, right?

Amiya : No, Closure. Whether or not we are friends is for Mr. Feist to decide.

Feist : ......
Come, my Rhodes Island friends. I sure hope my judgment is correct... Otherwise, my lieutenant definitely won't forgive me, and I won't be able to show my face in front of our commander again.

Amiya : Very well, Mr. Feist. We'll follow you. It's a good thing that I want to meet your commander too.

Operation story: 10-6

Before operation

Summary

Feist takes Amiya and the Rhodes Islanders to the Self-Salvation Corps's underground hideout. The gang is introduced to the Corps's commander, Clovisia. Mandragora apologizes to the Sarkaz and forms a renewed partnership with Manfred.

<Background black>

「...One hundred and eighty-sixth day since making it back to Londinium.
Three more men joined us today. Two of them are seriously hurt. Only Robben is still able to fight.
In just this area, there are still at least seventy men in the enemy's hands.
With all of Londinium fallen, there is no telling how many soldiers have been captured.
I don't know whether they are still alive.
And I certainly don't know whether I should hope they are still alive.
Every day, someone who fought so hard to live leaves us forever. I try to remember the names of each and every one of them, but the truth is that by the time I meet these men, most of them can no longer speak.
I wish even just one more pair of ears could've heard their voices, and I wish... there could be someone here to hear my voice...
I hope you will one day see these records.
I hope your mission outside is successful.
I hope you won't be back in Londinium so soon... 」

<Background 1>

Victorian Soldier : Horn, we've got the new hands settled in.

Horn : Thanks, Blake. Don't give them any missions just yet. Let them rest a couple of days.

Robben : Horn, I don't need time to settle in! I can go out there and fight whenever!

Horn : Fine... Blake, assign Robben to 4th. He'll join the next shift as a scout.

Victorian Soldier : Roger that, Horn. Perfect timing. Dublinn activity has been on the rise. We needed more men.

Horn : The 3rd still isn't back. Robben, you should stay here and get some rest.

Robben : I can do something else...

Horn : I suggest you come over here and sit down. We have half an hour at most. Don't waste it.

Robben : Alright.

Horn : And I understand how you feel.
You want to go out there and fight, right? The battle this morning wasn't enough to sate your hunger.

Robben : Right, my hand is still trembling! It wants me to hold my crossbow a while longer!

Horn : Robben, remember one thing.
We are here not because we have to kill a few more Dublinn soldiers or Sarkaz.
Our top priority is to survive.
After that... it's to make sure as many of us survive as possible.

Robben : Horn... I...
I understand.

Horn : Good. Now get some rest.

Robben : What is that you're holding?

Horn : A notepad.
It's just some random scribblings. Pay it no mind.

Robben : You mentioned that you worked alone for a very long time.
No wonder you have that kind of habit...

Horn : Haha... maybe it's because I've been a captain for too long.
It felt like something was missing when I had no one to give orders to.
Thankfully, Blake and the lads stole this pen from the Dublinn forces. Otherwise I'd have to carve everything out letter by letter in the sewers.

Robben : Have you really done that before?

Horn : Go take a look at the sewers all the way at the edge of the city. You might just find my magnum opus, 'Victoria, a Brief History,' personally carved by my own hand.

Robben : Uh... How long did that take you?

Horn : I'm just pulling your leg.
Let's save the chit-chat for another time. Dublinn could be here any moment. I'll get some sleep. You should too.

<Background 2>

Sarkaz Warrior : General, Dublinn's Feline Caster is here. She wants to see you.

Manfred : Is she alone?

Sarkaz Warrior : Yes, she didn't bring anyone else.

Manfred : Let her through.

Sarkaz Warrior : General, her Arts are hard to defend against...

Manfred : So it's your opinion that I can't handle her Originium Arts?

Sarkaz Warrior : No, that is absolutely not what I meant! General, just like General Theresis, you have my utmost respect as a warrior!

Manfred : Then go back to where you belong.

Sarkaz Warrior : Yes, General!

[Hoederer shows up. ]

Hoederer : ......

Manfred : Hoederer, stay here.
I'm sure you are already prepared, having met with the Confessarius's Messenger. I have a job for you.

Hoederer : You want me to find the people from the ship?

Manfred : You worked with them before.

Hoederer : I'm a mercenary. Mercenaries never remember who we work with. Not unless their heads are worth a lot.

Manfred : Surely it must be easily to deal with old friends, no?

Hoederer : Maybe...

Manfred : The Babel assassin has already made it to the city center. It's the Confessarii's job to fend her off.
As for the others... Hoederer, why don't you take a guess who they have?

Hoederer : The mercenaries in the city still haven't found any traces of any one of them.

Manfred : They will make their move sooner or later.
For the past six months, our eyes in Victoria have been keeping a close eye on that ship. Yet they were always one step ahead of us, to the point that they came all the way to Londinium without any of us noticing.
Why do you think that's the case?

Hoederer : ......
There's only one possibility. There's someone working for them in Londinium.

Manfred : Someone working for them... an agent.
They must have planted this sleeper agent years ago, and this agent must be of some standing too. Otherwise, there is no way they could've escaped our watchful eyes.

Hoederer : Makes sense. My impression is that the Dame Doctor's methods can be... unorthodox.

Manfred : Hoederer, look into the backgrounds of all the rebels we captured recently.

Hoederer : You think we've already caught them?

Manfred : There must be a reason why the Rhodes Islanders are still loitering nearby.

<Background 3>

「1:15 P.M. \ Overcast
Underground structure, Sudean Borough, Londinium 」

Feist : Here we are.

Bill : Who's there?!

Feist : Old Bill, it's me. I'm back.

Bill : It's you, huh, lad? I just saw Rockrock. I thought you two left on a mission together.

Feist : Uh, she came back first since she had something to take care of.

Bill : Who are these folks you have with you... Wait, Sarkaz?!

[Bill points his sword at the Sarkaz personnel of Rhodes Island. ]

Feist : D-Do-Don't!

Amiya : ......

Feist : It's very likely they're the ones the commander's been waiting for!

Bill : I thought she's waiting for allies? There's no way they could be a bunch of devils!

Feist : Bill, give me a break. Where's the commander? I'll see her right now.

Bill : ......

Feist : Think about it. Do you really think there's a chance I could be a traitor?

Bill : Not one bit. Everyone here treats you like you're their own baby brother.

Feist : Rockrock had you guard this place, right? Bring a few more men. You can escort us there.

Bill : Alright, if you say so.
As for you lot. Don't even think about pulling any funny moves. We are watching you, Sarkaz.

Closure : Uhh... Amiya, I feel a little unwelcome. Like, I've never felt this unwelcomed.

Doctor : I get that sense. / ...... / It'll be hard for us to work together.

Feist : Sorry. They aren't usually like this. It's just, they're a little sensitive... about how some of you look.
Things will be much better once our commander talks some sense into them. Come with me. They're having a meeting up ahead.

<Background 4>

[The Eartha members are having a heated discussion. ]

Angry Young Male Voice : Did you not hear that? They blew the port up with the defensive cannons! We can't stay here any longer! It's too risky!

Calm Middle-aged Female Voice : But if we leave Sudean, it won't be easy for us to come back to help the people here.

Angry Young Male Voice : I want to help them too. You think I don't want to? But do you know where our people are locked up? Are our men supposed to search house by house in front of the Sarkaz?

Calm Middle-aged Female Voice : Feist and Rockrock have been searching for information.

Angry Young Male Voice : They're too slow! The situation has changed. The Sarkaz could blow this hideout to smithereens any moment! All our hard work, gone!

Calm Middle-aged Female Voice : The hideout is dead. Those people are alive.

Angry Young Male Voice : That's awfully easy for you to say! It's not like it was you business folks who built this place from scratch, bit by bit!

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Seems like they're in a bit of a row.

Feist : Haha, just a minor squabble.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Did we come at a bad time?

Feist : Don't worry. The commander won't mind.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Feist : Most folks here come from very different backgrounds. They may not agree with each other sometimes, but all of us stand together.
Besides, no matter how out of hand their feud gets, as long as the commander is here, we'll find a solution in the end.

Doctor : Seems you really trust her. / Is she really that amazing?

Feist : Hm... She rescued most of us. If it wasn't for our commander, we would long have died by the hands of the Sarkaz or Dublinn.
Just like Rockrock. Her pa was beaten to death by the mercenaries because he wasn't willing to sell the defense force out.
As for me, I didn't want to work for the Sarkaz, so me and a few coworkers ran all the way here from Highbury. We almost died of hunger in the tunnels...
In the end, it was the commander who found us.
She was the one who pulled each of us up from our hopelessness and united us.
All of us look up to her, and we trust that she will lead us through each and every hopeless situation we'll come across.

Angry Young Male Voice : Commander, help me out. We should get out of here right now, right?

Calm Middle-aged Female Voice : Commander, I suggest we start a rescue operation right away.

Some seven and eight other voices. : Commander...

Young-sounding Voice : Harmo, Tyrell. Calm down, both of you.
Time is of the essence. This is no time for infighting.

Siege : That voice...

Indra : Vina, what's the matter?

Siege : No, nothing. I might just have misheard.

Amiya : Mr. Feist, is the one who last spoke your commander? She sounds... very young.

Feist : Surprising, isn't it? When I first met her, I thought the exact same thing.
Do you remember how I figured out you were the leader the moment I first saw you, Cautus lady? Soon, you'll know how I knew.
Come, let's meet our commander.

[Feist takes R.I.-Glasgow into a war room where the Eartha commander is having a strategy meeting. ]

Young-sounding Voice : I know how you feel, everyone, but there is one point that I think requires no discussion.
We will save our brothers and sisters in arms.
If we let our enemies hurt our warriors, who would be willing to fight alongside us?
If we let our enemies take our friends away, who would be willing to offer us a helping hand?
We are the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps. We must save Londinium, but before that, we need to save each and every one of our living friends.

「Her hands are slender and delicate. Fragile, even. Yet it seems to have enough power to quell the anger and anxiety that is about to boil over.
The meeting room falls into silence.
Those in attendance naturally cast their eyes on their commander. It is as though none of them have ever doubted whether her narrow shoulders could bear their heavy hope.
The scene is somewhat familiar.
Most of the Rhodes Island Operators feel this way. They all turn their gazes toward the Cautus who stands in front of them. 」

<Background 4>

Rhodes Island Operator : I think I know what Feist means now.

Closure : Ehhh, they really are kinda alike, right?

Doctor : I agree. / ...... / Not really.

Amiya : ......
Everyone... quiet down. Let's not interrupt their meeting.

[The Eartha commander, a young Unicorn Kuranta, noticed R.I.-Glasgow's presence. ]

Young-sounding Voice : Looks like we have a few new friends to greet before we discuss a concrete rescue plan.
Feist, bring them here.

Feist : Uh... Yes, Commander!

Young-sounding Voice : Well met, Rhodes Island. I've been looking forward to your arrival.
I'm Clovisia, the commander of the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps.

<Background 2>

Sarkaz Warrior : General, the commander of Dublinn is here.

Manfred : Madam Mandragora.

Mandragora : ......
General... Manfred.

Manfred : I trust you are here because you have something important to discuss.

Mandragora : You... Hmph, you saw everything, and you still put up this act?
Are you really a Sarkaz? They don't seem to be so...
Tricky, like you.

Manfred : Madam Mandragora, your words just now could be taken as an insult to the Sarkaz.

Mandragora : Whatever you say.
I'm here... to apologize anyway.

Manfred : Oh? You have an apology?

Mandragora : My men had a little misunderstanding with your people down at the port.

Manfred : Misunderstanding?

Mandragora : I... I'm here because I wanted to make sure... the cooperation between us still stands.

Manfred : Madam, let me remind you again. There are no concrete terms that we must follow for our cooperation to continue.
Dublinn will not interfere with Sarkaz operations in Londinium. In exchange, we will allow you to remain in a demarcated area here.
You can take that as a..
Tacit understanding, between the two of us.

Mandragora : You told me, yes... and I haven't forgotten.

Manfred : Right, and it doesn't matter if you have. We will consider the ruckus earlier a reminder.

Mandragora : ......
Thank... you.

Manfred : Don't be so quick to thank me. The Sarkaz are not as forgetful as you.

Mandragora : What do you want me to do, then? Do you want my life? If that's what you really want...

Manfred : If that's what I actually wanted, you would not have made it here.
Hmm... and you wouldn't have taken to the steps of Westhaleg those months ago, either.

Mandragora : Er...

Manfred : What we want to see is a bit of sincerity from Dublinn.
And not the kind of "sincerity" where you snatch a few Victorian soldiers from us or kidnap a couple Londinium citizens who escaped.
It's about time that... we actually cooperate.

<Background 1>

Victorian Soldier : Horn!

Horn : What's wrong?

Victorian Soldier : I didn't want to bother you, but Salley... he's not going to last much longer! His leg is so swollen that you can't even squeeze any more pus out...

Horn : ......
Is the 3rd back yet?

Victorian Soldier : No, things were a mess outside this morning. It might have delayed things for them.

Horn : How many men do we have?

Victorian Soldier : Including the new blood, we have a total of seventeen who can fight.

Horn : The 2nd will stay. High alert.
I'll bring five men with me and pay the Dublinn's borrowed home a little visit.

Victorian Soldier : But... if you go back, what will you do if you run into Mandragora again?

Horn : Salley can't wait much longer.
He needs medicine. Without painkillers and anti-inflammatories, he won't even make it through the afternoon.
Do any of you have anything that's worth money? Hm? Old Ayton's been racking his brains just to figure out how to trade for enough food each day.
If we don't take it from Dublinn, who are we supposed to turn to? The Sarkaz?
Or do you mean to ask the civilians for help? Have you given it any thought what the enemy will do to them if they offer us anything?

Victorian Soldier : *Sigh*...

Horn : Dejection won't buy us our friend's life.
Pack it up. Bring any weapons we can use. We'll leave immediately.
Robben, you said you haven't killed enough of them, right? Lucky you. Your chance is here.

After operation

Summary

Amiya learns of a white-haired Sarkaz who looks similar to Theresa from Self-Salvation Corps member Rockrock. Aboveground, Horn notices an unusual change in the Dublinn soldiers' routine.

<Background 4>

「3:22 P.M. \ Overcast
Underground structure, Sudean Borough, Londinium 」

Rockrock : I don't think this is a very smart decision.

Feist : Rockrock, we don't have enough hands. There are many places above us where people can hide, and we still haven't checked at least a third of Sudean.
You know Harmo and the gang are getting ready for the move already. In a couple days, they will be leaving this place, and so will the commander.
When that happens, even if our team stays, our chances of rescuing anyone will be slim.

Rockrock : That's no reason for them to join us.

Feist : They aren't joining us... They're cooperating with us.
Didn't you hear the commander? They're friends of a friend. We accepted our friend's request and helped them enter Londinium, and they're here now.
And if they can help us look for people...

Rockrock : They can rest up in our hideout. That's the commander's order.
And once they're done resting up, they'll leave this place. I'll escort them to somewhere safe aboveground, and that'll be the end of it.

Feist : Why can't we ask them if they're willing to stay for a short while? It'll just be a small favor. They might not turn us down.

Rockrock : You know why. I told you.

Feist : Er...

Rockrock : The commander thinks they can be trusted. There has to be a reason for that, so I'll stop questioning their motives.
But I also don't want our men dragged into needless danger.

Feist : Why do you think what they're doing is dangerous?

Rockrock : What do you think they're doing here?
They sneaked into Londinium with a bunch of highly skilled Sarkaz, and they're making an enemy of those other Sarkaz... Feist, we're Victorians. We're used to this.

Feist : You're talking about the lords fighting day in and day out outside Londinium.

Rockrock : Ever since we were born, they've been fighting amongst themselves to no end. If it wasn't because of all their infighting, our homes wouldn't have become a Sarkaz backyard.
It's tiring enough trying to take back our homes... The Sarkaz want to fight on our lands, and not only is there nothing we can do about it, it has nothing to do with us.

Feist : But what if they can really stop the Sarkaz occupying the city?
Maybe you think they're here to snatch the crown, but the way I see it, we have a common enemy.

Rockrock : I'm not so confident to think that we can take control of the situation. Not like you.
The Sarkaz... they're nothing like you think. They're that good at pretending.
The day my dad was executed, I spotted a girl in the distance... The executioner called her "Your Majesty."
That was when I found out what the king of the devils actually looked like.

Feist : You never told me that before.

Rockrock : Because I never saw the need to.
I'm telling you this now because... I want you to know we can't let ourselves be deceived by looks.
Even though the Sarkaz woman had a flawless, unblemished appearance, even if she put up a look of pity for an old Londinier worker, totally unknown to her, I will never forget...
She is the one who led the Sarkaz and killed my father... and countless more Victorians...! She's the Lord of Fiends!

Feist : Uhh... Miss Amiya?

[Amiya overheard the talk between Feist and Rockrock. ]

Amiya : ......
Mr. Feist, Miss Rockrock...

Rockrock : That's all I have to say, Captain. I will head aboveground and continue our search mission. You... You should really give what I said some thought.

[Rockrock leaves. ]

Feist : Sorry, Miss Amiya, Doctor... Um, I need to help Harmo tune his equipment... so please excuse me too.

[Feist leaves. ]

Amiya : Doctor, the Sarkaz that Miss Rockrock mentioned...

Doctor : We don't have enough information yet. / ...... / Doesn't sound like Theresis to me.

Amiya : It's a white-haired woman with a compassionate look... and the Sarkaz called her "Your Majesty."
Doctor, you might have forgotten, but I...
I will never forget even the tiniest detail about her expression or anything she said to me.

Doctor : You mean... / ...... / No way!

Amiya : I know it's impossible.
But I...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 5>

Kal'tsit : Dr.{nickname}, from today onwards, you have the permission to access the following files.
Some of the information in these files will be of interest to you–
Whether it's information about her, or information on the powers that Amiya has inherited.

Doctor : You talked about this, and you didn't believe me.

Kal'tsit : ......
At this point in time, trust is meaningless.
I can't deny the importance you hold to Amiya, and the thing she needs most in this Londinium operation is your assistance.
Doctor...
No matter what you two find in Londinium, you have to face it with her, together.
I know you can do it.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 4>

Doctor : Not so fast, Amiya.

Amiya : ......
Right... I need to stay calm.
I was almost going to chase after Miss Rockrock, to ask her who she saw.
But... that could further fuel her misunderstanding about us.

Doctor : It's okay to have feelings. / You're being very hard on yourself already.

Amiya : Yeah... Doctor, I'm feeling better now.
You might've heard a little about the past from Dr. Kal'tsit before we came to Londinium.
But there are some things that I haven't had the chance to talk to you about.
Actually, for a very long time after that incident, I dreamt about you two a lot.
In my dreams, you never talked. You just watched over me in silence.
It was like that night out on the barrens. You held my hand silently, and I could sleep soundly.
I was able to feel you... I knew you were just asleep. Dr.{nickname}, you might have been away for a little while, but you were there with me still.

Doctor : Amiya...

Amiya : But she's... not the same.
She told me a lot of things in my dreams. From the fate of every single Sarkaz at Rhodes Island to if I wasn't sleeping well, if it was cold...
She warned me about lots of things. It was like she was right there by my side.
The more that happened... The more that happened, the more it struck home that... she has left us.

Doctor : Trust your feelings. / ...... / You know her better than anyone.

Amiya : There is so, so much that she didn't want to leave behind and so many people and things that she kept thinking about. Us, Dr. Kal'tsit, Rhodes Island, and the Sarkaz...
If... If she was actually alive, would she not come back to us?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : The one you're talking about wouldn't do that.

Amiya : Right, she wouldn't just abandon us.
And she wasn't the kind of person who would let Theresis invade Victoria... She wouldn't be able to bear seeing the Sarkaz start this unjust war.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : This must be a misunderstanding.

Amiya : You mean that Rockrock might have seen another Sarkaz who looked like her?
It's true. That's possible.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Did Theresis do something, maybe?

Amiya : It's... a very cruel method.
Death is a very serious matter to the Sarkaz, much more so than any other race. The souls of a Sarkaz who passed eventually returns to her whole tribe. It's the greatest comfort to the Sarkaz, after a lifetime of hardship.
Doctor, you witnessed the passing of Patriot. It was a matter of dignity and pride. It was the last time a man saw his own fate.
The silence of death gave him an answer, and this answer can forgive everything about him.
No Sarkaz should ever have that final peace stolen from them... Especially her, who gave everything to the Sarkaz.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : Doctor, do you remember what I said at the port?
I know what emotion has taken hold of Londinium. It's anger. Sarkaz anger.
And it's not just me who can hear it, this anger is so strong that all Sarkaz can hear it.
Even a Wendigo altar can't give rise to such a strong resonance. It's like someone turned the Sarkaz's centuries-old burning anger into an actual, raging fire.
If no one puts a stop to it, sooner or later, it will burn through Londinium's skies and spread, burning everything in its path.
That's why we need to get close to it as soon as we can to find out what the source of the fire that's engulfing everything actually is.

Doctor : I'm worried about you, Amiya. / Wouldn't you get hurt if you got close?

Amiya : You can see it, Doctor. Right, emotionally... I'm not like I was before.
The one ready to dive into the fire isn't the leader of Rhodes Island. Probably not the successor they keep talking about, either... It's Amiya.
This is what I want. It's the answer I'm looking for, as an individual.
And it's true... I'm also a little scared.
I'm afraid of that answer. I don't want to see Dr. Kal'tsit and everyone else have their hearts shattered.

Doctor : There's you too, Amiya.

Amiya : Yeah, right. There's me, too. If it's really her... I don't even want to imagine what that might mean...
But this is something I must face. There is no other way forward.

Doctor : I will face it with you. / We will walk this path together.

Amiya : Thank you, Doctor...
Just knowing you're here by my side gives me the courage to keep going.
I'll go talk to Commander Clovisia now, to propose a partnership.
Their friends were taken prisoner by the Sarkaz, and they need more manpower to rescue them.
We also need their help.
Going by our original plan, we should already have rendezvoused with our contact, the Messenger lady. We need to figure out whether she's safe or not.
She's a friend of the Self-Salvation Corps. Maybe their commander could help us find her.
That's not to mention their guidance will make our journey into Central Londinium much more likely to succeed.
Rhodes Island will prove to the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps that we are not here for the Sarkaz crown.

<Background 6>

Robben : Horn, the Dublinn forces are acting really strange!

Horn : They're going... that way.

Robben : I thought Sarkaz troops were guarding that area, though? Dublinn would never have dared to go anywhere close with them around!

Horn : They must have their reasons. I'll tail them.

Robben : Isn't that a tad risky...? They have ten times our manpower.

Horn : And that's why I'm going alone.
The rest of you will continue as planned. Look for resources at their stronghold. They've just started relocating. Most likely, they haven't had the time to haul their supplies away too.
Be careful out there.

Robben : You too!

[A group of Dublinn soldiers move in. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Hey, get a move on. The commander doesn't want us to waste another second!
I know you don't want to be doing this. Who does? Those stinking devils, treating us like a bunch of mercenaries!
But don't let me see you slacking off. You better not embarrass the commander in front of the Sarkaz.
Why aren't you keeping up? M-611, respond!

[Suddenly the Dublinn soldiers are attacked... ]

Dublinn Soldier : W-What's going on?

[...as the attacker reveals herself to be Horn. ]

Horn : Don't move.

Dublinn Soldier : I-It's you...! M-601, call for... argh!

Horn : Don't speak either.

Dublinn Soldier : Urgh...

Horn : Hand over the comms.

[Horn beats down the Dublinn soldier to force him into "cooperating". ]

Horn : Alright, now you can speak.

Dublinn Soldier : *Cough*, *cough* *cough*...

Horn : Tell me, what are you helping the Sarkaz with?

Dublinn Soldier : L-Like I'd tell you, you wicked Victorian wolf...

Horn : Let me think... How did Dublinn treat the Victorians who weren't willing to talk?
They were hanged on a pulley a dozen meters off the ground, right?
Too bad, I don't know how to make stone columns with Arts. I don't have an easy way to send someone so high up.

Dublinn Soldier : Y-You wouldn't...

Horn : Wouldn't I?
True, if I were as shameless as your commander, watching my people sacrifice themselves in County Hillock one by one wouldn't have bothered me one bit.
How about this, then? I'll tie you up, and then dump you in some abandoned factory.
There are lots of factories like that around here. It wouldn't take that long to look through each of them one by one.
Now that's how I do things, right? It's thanks to my patience that I could rescue some of those poor soldiers from you people.
I only hope that your commanding officer will find you too before you die alone, despairing in the darkness...

Dublinn Soldier : No... No! My commander wouldn't...
Please, spare me. What do you want to know? I just follow orders. I don't understand the complicated stuff!

Horn : Yes, I'm quite sure of that. That Sarkaz commander is much smarter than your commanding officer.
Whatever he is scheming, Mandragora will never figure it out, and you lads will have to keep letting the Sarkaz toy with you.
Fine, you just need to tell me where you are headed, then. I'll figure out the rest myself.

<Background 2>

Manfred : If you're back, why didn't you pay me a visit sooner?

[The Londinier guide from before (although this one is most likely an impostor) walks toward Manfred. ]

Londinium Citizen? : You have too many guests.

Manfred : Ah, I forgot. You didn't want to see the Confessarius Messenger.

Londinium Citizen? : If he found out that I came back to Londinium, wouldn't that spell the end of my leisurely days?

Manfred : Even then, you didn't have to wait for Hoederer to leave before you show yourself. He's my man. He won't ever report your presence to the court.

Londinium Citizen? : Oh, he's your man? Don't fool yourself; you don't trust anyone.
If you really trusted him, you could've just hollered my name. You're the one who decided to wait till the Dublinn Feline and your mercenary friends were gone before saying hello.

Manfred : ......
Let's set this topic aside. You helped me lure the Dublinn forces into position this morning. I owe you this one.

Londinium Citizen? : Oh... It's no big deal. Besides, I got a little surprise out of it.

Manfred : A surprise...? For you, of all people, to use that word, I'm guessing you found more than a few rebels.
Hm... Did you meet the Rhodes Islanders down there?

Londinium Citizen? : There's more. Not only did I run into them, they were the ones who "rescued" me from Dublinn and escorted me to the city walls.
If it wasn't for how antsy you were to test your prized new toy, such that I had to be 'blown up' in front of them, perhaps I could've followed them a little longer.
I actually wanted to have a good chat with her.

Manfred : ......
What if I tell you there's still a chance?

Londinium Citizen? : Another job for me? Didn't you send the Dublinns and the mercenaries to guard the temporary brig? I thought you had everything in place already, and you just had to extend an invitation?

Manfred : I prefer writing myself a few insurance policies.

Londinium Citizen? : Alright, alright. You owe us one, then.
Uh... Did I just say "us?"

Manfred : No matter. There's no one else here.

Londinium Citizen? : Truth be told, we don't really want to stay here for much longer... That narcissistic old man with the chalice is almost here, isn't he?
Don't tell him about us.

Manfred : Of course... I have yet to repay your kindness, after all.
Another note... You should stop masquerading as a dead man. Not only might you find your cover blown, it also... makes me feel uneasy.

Londinium Citizen? : Gah, we almost forgot. What an upstanding Sarkaz you are, right, pupil of Theresis?
Relax. The next time we meet, I won't be "Mr. Thomas" anymore.

Operation story: 10-7

Before operation

Summary

In the underground hideout, Siege's team has an argument over their future direction. Amiya and the Doctor manage to persuade Clovisia, forging a partnership between Rhodes Island and the Self-Salvation Corps.

<Background black>

「Burn this view of the city into your memories.
Every time a new skyscraper is built, countless old buildings are inevitably torn down. It is this thick layer of dust, accumulated over tens of hundreds of years, that made today's Londinium.
When you inherit these lands, not only will you inherit the extravagant furs you see on the outside. You must also accept the scars that lie underneath.
It is extraordinarily difficult to build a new house among these old ones.
Your eyes need to be able to see through the flesh and into the bones to find the place with the firmest foundation that can support the entire city.
This will be your starting point.
Vina, it is when you forget everything that you must inherit that you will truly become a proper successor. 」

<Background 1>

[Siege is considering something. ]

Siege : ......

Dagda : Siege, please think this through again. Follow my advice.
We must leave this place, this dark underground cavern at once.
Only timid metal crabs and insects hide underground. I can't stand hiding down here while our enemies are wreaking havoc above our heads.

Indra : You know, the way you talk is really getting on my nerves...
How could you call any of them spineless when every one of them stands up against the Sarkaz? If they were actually the cowards you make them out to be, they would've gone working for the Sarkaz long ago!

Dagda : Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not trying to assign blame, but... there is only so much they can do.

Indra : What do you mean, there is only so much they can do? Remember who it was that saved you when you made it out of Londinium, half-dead? How come you didn't say there was only so much we could do?

Dagda : I don't want to argue with you.

Indra : I'm not arguing with you either, but I don't want to hear your cranky little mouth either.
Morgan and I told you when you first ran into us a year ago or so. If you wanted to join the Glasgow family, you'd have to rid yourself of your shitty aristocratic attitude.

Morgan : Let me say a word on her behalf. Dagda's working very hard too. She's changed quite a bit.
At a glance, no one could tell that she used to be a knight-noble.

Dagda : Right, I learned a lot... from all of you. I'm sure you know that I've long thought of myself as a part of Glasgow.
But now we're back in Londinium, I just can't help but be aware that I'm also a Knight of the Tower.

Indra : Don't you think that anything has changed just because we're back in Londinium.
Do you know how many eyes are on Vina? We've never been safe. No, it's exactly because we're back now that we're especially in danger.

Dagda : I agree with you on that.
And it's out of safety considerations that I think we should leave these militants we don't know the first thing about.

Morgan : Dagda, you mean you're worried the resistance could act against Vina?

Dagda : Their membership is too much of a mixed bag... What if some of them don't actually mean well?

Indra : Where do you think we should go, then?

Dagda : As far as I know, there are still some in the city that we can count on. My mother's friends.
I couldn't contact them before the Knights of the Tower fell, but the way I see it... now might be a good time.

Indra : You mean... You want us to turn to the nobles?!
Who do you think murdered Vina's dad and forced her to hide out on the streets for years?
Who do you think... hunted us down and chased us out of Londinium? We don't even know if Baird and the rest of the gang are still alive!

Dagda : The nobles weren't of one mind back then... but after the Sarkaz came...

Indra : Hah... you think the Sarkaz are our only enemy?!

[Enraged, Indra slams her fist to a nearby wall, causing it to crack. ]

Indra : Listen up, my lady! You want to hand Vina over to those dirty lords? Over my dead body!

Morgan : Hannah!
What are you doing, shouting like that? Do you want everyone to know who Vina is?!

[Indra calmed down after Morgan reminded her. ]

Indra : ......

Dagda : ......

Morgan : Both of you, calm down. Fighting can't solve everything, especially at a crucial moment like this!
Until you've really thought through the consequences of your bickering, you'd better shut your mouths.
What do you want Vina to...?

Siege : It doesn't matter.

Morgan : Vina? W-What do you have in mind?
I think Dagda's worries are reasonable. We followed Amiya and the Doctor here, but... in the end, our objective isn't the same as theirs.
All they have to do is stop the Sarkaz in the city, and that's exactly what the resistance has been trying to do.
But we...

Siege : What do you think our objective is?

Morgan : Uh...

Siege : Morgan, Indra.
Why did you recognize me as your leader, back then?

Morgan : Because Glasgow needed to survive in Londinium.
We were still kids, and we made a lot of enemies. A lot of street punks had their eyes on us, and there were even a couple bad cops who always gave us trouble...

Indra : Vina, you're so much more incredible than the rest of us.
You're the one who taught me that a good boss doesn't just fight. Not only did you lead us out of trouble, you recruited so many faces into the gang, you made Glasgow stronger.
That's why I'm confident you're a good boss, and that you'll be a good leader in the future.

Siege : Very good. Looks like we haven't forgotten our convictions.
Have you heard what the resistance commander said?
They'll save Londinium, but before that, they'll save their brothers and sisters in arms.
Who's to say our objectives are different?
My hammer was forged to serve this city... to serve Victoria. If my strength can save even just one Victorian, then I have no reason to leave the fight.

Dagda : ......

Siege : Dagda.

Dagda : Sorry... I won't bring that up again.

Siege : No, I just wanted to say you aren't in the wrong.

Dagda : What...?

Siege : If you have your own mission to accomplish, you needn't follow my every word.
You are a fine knight, but I'm not the one who knighted you.
I'm not the lord you were born to serve. No... You should find the one you actually want to serve instead of being bound by your bloodline's oath. You're free, and you always have been.

Dagda : Siege?!

Morgan : Vina, that's a little...

Indra : It's not like Dagda was...

Siege : Enough. You heard me well.
Dagda, I await your answer.

Dagda : ......
Understood, Siege.

<Background fades out and in>

[Amiya is talking with the Eartha commander Clovisia... ]

Amiya : Commander Clovisia, have you thought about our cooperation proposal?

[...who responds with a friendly attitude. ]

Clovisia : Amiya... May I call you Amiya? Please call me Clovisia.

Amiya : Ah... Of course, Clovisia.

Clovisia : Dr.{nickname} and you have more than sufficiently explained what your purpose here is. If I'm understanding you correctly, Rhodes Island is a pharmaceutical company that focuses on solving Infected issues?
To that end, your company has worked with cities and even countries... I also know that most Sarkaz are infected.
But... I just wanted to make sure about this. Did you come to Londinium with this objective too?
Or is it part of Rhodes Island's business to solve the Sarkaz question as well?

Amiya : The Sarkaz are not a question.
Clovisia, the way we see it, the real issue at hand is the war between the Sarkaz and the Victorians.
This war has already seen more than enough bloodshed on both the Victorian and Sarkaz sides...
If the war escalates further, what happens then? How many countries will be dragged into it? How many people?
We can't allow that to happen.

Clovisia : Amiya, your ideals... are noble. You are Infected, and you want to fight for the Infected. I can understand that... but what do you have to do with the Sarkaz?

Amiya : I... I inherited my ideals from a Sarkaz. She was a Sarkaz, but she loved me, a Cautus, and she loved everyone.
And Rhodes Island... Rhodes Island was born from her feelings.
Rhodes Island fights for the Infected, the Sarkaz, and all those who are oppressed because we know very well that, in war, they are always neglected by those cruel men who stand at the top.
It doesn't matter how many of arrogant men in positions of power we have to deal with. Our focus will always be those who truly need our help.

Clovisia : The cruel men who stand at the top... eh?
I see. I can empathize with how you feel, and I very much respect Rhodes Island's ideals.
However... I hope you can understand that the Self-Salvation Corps is not the same as Rhodes Island. Our people come from different backgrounds and have different ideals. And even so, we are all fighting for the same goal.
–We want to take back Londinium.
If we can't be sure that Rhodes Island will always be on our side, even if you could persuade me, I wouldn't be able to persuade my men.

[The Doctor pauses for a while, before... ]

Doctor : We will stand together.

Clovisia : Dr. {nickname}... Do I have your word?

Doctor : You don't need my word. / What you need is our deeds.

Clovisia : Right, I admit. You've seen for yourself that the Self-Salvation Corps is low on manpower. We can't spare anyone to your cause.

Amiya : Rhodes Island will not be a burden to the Self-Salvation Corps.

Clovisia : No, you're mistaken, Amiya. Most of us aren't worried about your strength. It might actually be the opposite, even.
Your mission is far too ambitious. Besides, you saw it yourself. The Self-Salvation Corps hides in the gaps and crevices of the city just to make it from one battle to the next.

Clovisia : If what you actually want is a larger battlefield, and it just so happens that the battlefield is Londinium–

Doctor : You think we can defeat the Sarkaz occupying the city alone? / Only those on the same starting line have the right to vie for control.

Clovisia : ......
Dr. {nickname}, I'm surprised you are so honest.
You are admitting to me that although you don't currently have what it takes to face the Sarkaz–
When the time is right, Rhodes Island's objective is to depose the tyrannical Regent?

Doctor : Our objective is much more concrete. / You think we aim to seize Central Londinium. / No harm in supporting an armed group ready to cooperate.

Amiya : Doctor... *Cough*...
(That's not what we said before we came...)

Doctor : Amiya, she's a military commander.
Politicians see nothing but bargaining chips. / Merchants smell nothing but profit.
And generals want nothing but power.

Amiya : This isn't how we usually earn the trust of our collaborators...
No... You're right. Just like how even though we always seek to end wars, we have never been able to avoid one.
Clovisia, our objective is clear. Just like the Self-Salvation Corps, Rhodes Island will fight for the day we successfully stop the Sarkaz Regent.

Doctor : Rhodes Island will provide you medical resources. / Closure's working with your engineers already. / We have other means to show our sincerity.
We will show you Rhodes Island's might in the next fight.
So, Commander Clovisia, is that to your satisfaction?

Clovisia : ......Dr. {nickname}... you and Amiya are excellent partners.
It seems Feist is right. You're the helpers we've been looking for.

Amiya : What did Mr. Feist...

Clovisia : He spoke on your behalf in front of me and all the captains.

Amiya : What about that problem earlier, then?

Clovisia : He's still young. Even though he has the courage to stand up and speak, he isn't ready to take responsibility for the outcome. This burden is for me to shoulder.

Amiya : But you're young too.

Clovisia : Haha, but I'm their commander. In my position, you would do the same too, wouldn't you?

Amiya : Yes... Right, I know you just wanted us to explain our position one more time.

Clovisia : I hope you don't mind.

Amiya : O-Of course I don't mind! Both the Doctor and I are happy... to have found an excellent partner.

Doctor : You're an excellent commander, Clovisia. / The Self-Salvation Corps is impressive. / Thanks, Feist.

Clovisia : Dr. {nickname}, Feist told me about you, but you're still... not what I expected.
When the reconnaissance team comes back, let us plan out this operation together.
This will be a rescue mission. I believe your Operators are very experienced in such missions?
I look forward to working with Rhodes Island.

<Background 2>

Bill : Rockrock, my men just got some news from Lady Golding.

Rockrock : Tell our contact we'll be there right away.

Bill : Phew... It's a good thing we got in contact with the Messenger. If it wasn't for her, I'm not sure we would've been able to locate the prison.

Rockrock : Yeah, I only hope this trip will be fruitful.

Bill : Right, what's going on with you and Feist.

Rockrock : Nothing.

Bill : I heard you squabbling. Ever since we formed a team together, the two of you always worked together so well, like hand in glove. I've never seen you fight like that.

Rockrock : We have differing opinions, that's all.

Bill : How do you know you aren't of one mind? You should've talked to him about the past long ago. He may always be banging away at his devices, but he'll listen to you.

Rockrock : Is this why you came along? I didn't know you liked mending relationships as much as welding things together.

Bill : Haha, it's all the same to me. You're both good soldiers, and I've always thought of you as siblings.

Rockrock : Watch your nine!

[Rockrock and Bill hides as several Sarkaz mercenaries walk by. ]

Bill : Phew, that was close... How come there are so many mercenaries out on the streets?

Rockrock : The Sarkaz are trying to catch us. Rock-5...
Hm... Rock-5 sees our contact. In the bakery up ahead. Go. I'll keep an eye on the mercenaries.

<Background 1>

Feist : Hey, Bill, could you get this part over to Harmo? I think he could use it when he reinforces his grain lorry.

??? : Uh... alright.

Feist : Hand me the wrench.

??? : ......

Feist : Franck's shield, too. I put on a new coat of paint on the surface. That should make it fireproof, but remind him that it's going to crack if he lets it get too hot for too long!

??? : Hm... The technology behind this paint is obsolete.
Why don't you try out Raythean's latest formula? It's kinda expensive, but Engineering came up with a cheap generic version. If you're interested, I can give you a discount.

Feist : Huh?

Feist : Hot hot hot!

Closure : Whoa, you got a hole in your thermal gloves? Are you an engineer for real? Hands are like the most important thing to an engineer!

Feist : Gloves are a luxury! I can't grab new ones just because I want to!
Besides, how was I supposed to know you were here? My hands are usually a lot stabler.

Closure : Your eyes don't look so good to me either. That's like one of the ten must-have qualities of an engineer.

Feist : *Cough*, Old Bill's to blame for this...
Where did he go? Usually he's the only one to stand next to me.

Closure : Oh, when I got here, I saw a group following your lieutenant somewhere.

Feist : Didn't he promise to come help me out?

Closure : You worried about them?

Feist : Rockrock left in a hurry. I didn't even have the time to check out Rock-5.
I'm worried that brawl this morning could've damaged the drones somehow...

Closure : Hmm... If you're worried about other stuff, there's no way you'll pop out anything too sturdy.
This is all we can do, and it's only by doing it well that things will be safer for our friends aboveground, right?

Feist : Haha... I didn't expect Rhodes Island's engineer to be so good at comforting people.

Closure : Huh? What are you even talking about? I'll have you know I'm Rhodes Island's ace psychological consultant. Even Kal'tsit... uh, a real mean boss of mine comes to me and opens up to destress!
So, hurry up and hand me the wrench.

Feist : Huh?

Closure : Let's get working already! What, you want me to crack a few more jokes to lift your spirits?
There's gonna be some real intense battles soon. Us Engineering Operators are like the backbone of the backbone. There's no time for all that moping!

Feist : Ha... haha... Alright, let's get working.

Closure : Right, show me that drone... Rock-17. It's lacking a flight stability module. I took one off my broken babies.

Feist : Huh? You sure about that? Are there any patents or anything?

Closure : Shh, quiet! I did it behind Dr.{nickname}'s back!

Feist : *cough* *cough* *cough*.

Closure : Now that you know how lucky you are, what are you standing there for? Get me my wrench!

<Background 2>

Bill : W-What did you say...? You saw Lady Golding? What did she say?
Understood... We need to send word about this to the commander right now!

[The Sarkaz mercs spotted Bill and Rockrock, and opened fire at them. ]

Bill : Nngh—! H-Hostiles! They found us! Rockrock, retreat!

Sarkaz Mercenary : Find the captain! Rebels spotted on Euston Road!
Seize them!

Rockrock : Run!

Sarkaz Mercenary : What's this buzzing thing...? A drone? I get it. You were at the port this morning!

[Rockrock's drone fires at the Sarkaz mercs, but they somehow interfered with its targeting... ]

Rockrock : Rock-5–! What's the matter? Did we miss?!
Is it because we didn't calibrate it...? We didn't spot the enemies just now, either... Nngh!

[...giving a clear shot for the merc to slash the drone out of the sky. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Feline, don't you think that's going to work. It might've worked on the Royal Court's squaddies, but it won't work on us.

Bill : Rockrock, is your drone dead?!

Rockrock : It's okay... Even without it, I can still fight.

[Rockrock hits the merc with her Arts, but the merc also shot her. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Tsk... I didn't expect to take damage from you. Looks like your Arts are no less impressive than your courage.
I'll put in a word for you with my captain and let you die here. You don't have to go to the factory anymore. Saves you a painful death.

Rockrock : Ugh––!

[The Sarkaz merc charges at Rockrock, but Bill holds him off. ]

Bill : Rockrock, get going! I'll hold it here!

Rockrock : No, we'll go together!

Bill : You need to get Lady Golding's message back...! The Commander must know... She must know... that the Messenger...

[The merc and Bill got stuck in a deadlock. ]

Rockrock : ......

Bill : This message... is very important!

Rockrock : Bill!

Bill : I believe... in the commander... and I believe in you and Feist.
Listen to me. Stop fighting. We're... all a family. Back then... we were only able to escape because your dad... your dad stood in the Sarkaz's way too.

Rockrock : I...

Bill : Go!

[Bill launches a smoke grenade to give a chance for Rockrock to escape. The Sarkaz mercs fire at Rockrock as she escapes, but the smoke disrupts their aim and caused them to miss her. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : *Cough*... *cough*! What's with the thick smoke... Did he have a grenade?!
How dare you hurt my men! You aren't getting out of this alive!

Bill : ......

[The Sarkaz merc fires at Bill as he retaliates, but in the end he collapses and seemingly dies. Hoederer suddenly appears. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Captain?

Hoederer : Take him back, and lock him away with the other rebels.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Captain, this guy tried to blow us up and got himself caught in the blast. He won't live much longer.

Hoederer : He doesn't have to live much longer.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Very well. it's the general's orders, right? Should we go after the rest of them?

Hoederer : Do it.
Don't hold out too much hope, though.

Operation story: 10-8

After operation

Summary

Horn loses another comrade and decides to rescue all the remaining soldiers who have been taken prisoners by the Sarkaz. At the same time, Rhodes Island and the Self-Salvation Corps also plan their own operation to rescue Messenger Heidi Thomson, who has been captured by the Sarkaz.

<Background 1>

Sarkaz Mercenary : Boss, you were right. We lost them.
Those rebels... Crafty little sand beasts, the lot of them. Just five seconds, and it's like they all burrowed into the sand without a trace.

Hoederer : Sure enough, and that's why we shouldn't waste our energy on them.
Guard your position well, until they poke their heads out of their holes again.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Sure. You're the boss.

[The Sarkaz mercs leave as someone talks with Hoederer. ]

??? : Looks like you found yourself a bunch of loyal subordinates, "Boss."

Hoederer : They think it'll pay dividends. It's good for morale.

??? : They trust you too. I can tell. It's far more than what a mercenary should afford another mercenary.

Hoederer : Just goes to show how effective Manfred's plan is.

??? : You think real highly of him. I almost forgot. You two are practically brothers from another mother these days, right? Just look at the mansion he gave you. The den alone is larger than your old backyard.

Hoederer : It was a count's estate. I killed its previous owner.

??? : Don't tell me that's weighing on your conscience.

Hoederer : He was having afternoon tea at the time... His wife and their three children were sitting right in front of him.

??? : Sure, this is nothing like the kind of work we used to take, but you're the one who agreed to the job. Nothing to mourn when our consciences died so long ago.

Hoederer : Then let's not ask these questions. Whatever it is you want to know, just take a look for yourself. Not like you don't know already.

??? : Is you being under a lot of stress supposed to somehow make me feel better?
Whatever. Let's talk about something else. It's not the time for us to find comfort in each other. I'm here because I have some advice for you—Pay attention to what's under your feet.

Hoederer : You mean...

??? : Mercenaries aren't all that trustworthy.
If you don't pay attention to the shadows when you walk, your efforts might just be all for naught.

Hoederer : Is that all you came here for?

??? : No, that's not all.
What I really wanted to say is–After drifting around for so long, she's on the road.

<Background fades out and in>

Mandragora : Are our men in position?

Dublinn Soldier : Yes, all at that place per the Sarkaz's orders.

Mandragora : Don't be daft. I'm not talking about what the Sarkaz want us to do.

Dublinn Soldier : Captain, are we really going to start this operation tonight? Are you sure we won't...

Mandragora : You trying to ask if we'll fall into Manfred's trap?
Do you think I'm so stupid that I can't tell what he's trying to do?

Dublinn Soldier : No, of course not... I wouldn't dare to...

Mandragora : He's trying to test me, and I'll let him test me.
Our men are his to order around... but he doesn't know how many of us there are.

Dublinn Soldier : So, we still have to be the Sarkaz's gatekeepers, then?

Mandragora : Shut up.
I hate putting it that way. It makes it sound as though we're the Sarkaz's... the Sarkaz's...
Gah, whatever. We just have to bear with it today. Once we're done with this last thing, we'll leave Londinium straight away.

Dublinn Soldier : W-Will we really? That's wonderful news!
Ever since I was a kid... I... I've always hated Londinium. My parents both came to this place and never went back...
This city eats people!

Mandragora : Right, I don't like it either. Have you ever seen another city like this? So many plates, so many tall towers, and so many sewers?
Every time I smell that stench... The smell of grease on the nobles' dining tables, it makes me want to puke.
And now we can finally leave.
Get the word out, and put on your best performance tonight. Do not give Manfred anything he can use against us.
And I want the ten best fighters to come with me.
As for you, I want you to tail Manfred... You saw where he was heading, right?

Dublinn Soldier : Yes, Captain.

Mandragora : Good.
Tonight, I'll rescue our "spy."
I've stayed here in Londinium for so long, I have to at least get one thing done before I can go home with my mind at ease, right?
I... I won't let our leader down again.

<Background 2>

Victorian Soldier : Horn, you're back!

[Horn walks in. ]

Horn : I am. Where's Robben?

Victorian Soldier : The team got back a while ago.

Horn : Good. Did they find any medicine? Let me check on Salley.

Victorian Soldier : There's... There's no need.

Horn : What are you talking about?! Do you mean Salley...?
......
I still have to see him.

<Background fades out>

「Victoria has lost another fine soldier.
A little girl has lost her father.
How many more must we lose before we finally see the end of this tragedy? 」

<Background fades in>

Horn : ......
What was Salley's girl's name again? Was it Erin? Elisa? If memory serves, his family lived in County Ascarat.
Blake, pack up his belongings, please. Once the war is over, we'll pay his family a visit.

Victorian Soldier : But... he didn't leave anything behind.

Horn : Nothing at all?
No, Blake... At the very least, he left a story. We have to go on this journey still. His daughter will want to hear his story.
I will tell her that, even in our darkest hour, her father never gave in to suffering.

Victorian Soldier : Right. I'll come with you, Horn. Once the war is over.
Also, I have a message for you. From Salley.

Horn : What... did he say?

Victorian Soldier : He said–"Sorry, Lieutenant, but you must live on."

Horn : He apologized to me.

Victorian Soldier : He did. And, I understood him. We all did.
As soldiers, we all considered that we could die out there somewhere, one day.
But after we saw all that, Salley... No, all of us understood what's far scarier.
Take a look at the state of Londinium. It's our home, but it's become a prison.
Is dying an honorable death too much to ask for?

Horn : It shouldn't be.

Victorian Soldier : Indeed, but that's the truth now.
We all know that well, but... we... we want you to keep marching down this road, because you gave us hope.
Horn... You didn't have to carry all our hopes on your back. It's too much for one person.

Horn : ......
It's harder... to live, huh?
Ha... Looks like I owe her an apology.

Victorian Soldier : Who's "her?"

Horn : A fine Victorian soldier, just like the rest of you.
She... Let's not talk about this now.
Tell everyone we don't have time to mourn.

Victorian Soldier : –!
Did you find out where they're keeping our people?

Horn : There's a high chance.
If the information I got turns out to be correct, the Sarkaz will move them tomorrow morning.
I... I was going to ask what you think.

Victorian Soldier : You don't have to ask. Just give us the order!

Horn : Very well, then. We will begin as soon as the sun sets.

<Background 3>

Clovisia : I've marked the most probable locations on the map. Any thoughts?

Amiya : There are... eight spots?
Even with our operators, it'll be hard to check all these places in two days.

Clovisia : Unfortunately, all eight fulfill the requirements of a temporary prison.
There are no settlements near any of them, which means that it's difficult for news to get in and out.
They're all located near the highway that leads to Central Londinium, which facilitates the Sarkaz fighters' movement around the city.
And... none of them are connected to the plate we are in.

Amiya : Did the Sarkaz commander figure out you're operating underground?

Clovisia : He's a smart man. We mustn't underestimate him.

Amiya : Then... If this is where they're keeping prisoners, shouldn't there be a massive security detail guarding the place?

Clovisia : We thought about that too.
Unfortunately, even though our recon team managed to track the Sarkaz's movement in each plate, they haven't found any openings.

Doctor : What is this place?

Clovisia : An abandoned factory. They say it used to make candy... And don't get the wrong idea. That is just what the civilians in the industrial districts usually call it.
What they actually refined is an organic compound called Loxic Kohl. It's packaged like sweets for children, so everyone's come to call it "candy".

Amiya : A candy factory? Sounds familiar...

Doctor : Make this our top priority in the search. / I think we're pretty close to the answer.

Clovisia : Dr. {nickname}, may I know why?

Doctor : We may know who owns it.

Amiya : Ah, of course. You mean Mr. Thomas?
Mr. Thomas has been working with the Sarkaz, right? He said he saw the Sarkaz using his factory for some shady business, and he was almost silenced because of it.
Not to mention... he has some information that Dublinn wanted too.

Doctor : All the factions opposing the Sarkaz want it... / It's something the Sarkaz don't want anyone to know.

Clovisia : Alright then.
Tell Feist that this factory is our prime objective.
Harmo, keep working on the move. We will keep that option open to us too.

[An Eartha partisan runs to Clovisia. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Commander!

Clovisia : What is it, Lawrence?

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : The recon team is back. They ran into some Sarkaz mercenaries aboveground.

Clovisia : Casualties...?

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Four injured, and one... captured.

Clovisia : Sorry everyone, the meeting ends here. I need to take a look.

[Rockrock shows up. ]

Rockrock : Commander...

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Rockrock, what are you doing? We just got your wounds bandaged!

Rockrock : No... I have something I must tell the commander.

Clovisia : Did you find her...?

Rockrock : Yes, we got news from Lady Golding. She's still at the school in the northern residential district, and she's safe...
But they were ambushed by the Sarkaz during a social gathering two days ago.
And the Messenger lady... was taken prisoner.

Clovisia : ......

Amiya : Wait a moment, please–
Is the Messenger you are referring to the one who requested you to rendezvous with Rhodes Island?

Doctor : The lady who helped us get into Victoria. / She gathered lots of information on Victoria. / Kal'tsit's old friend.

Clovisia : Right... That's her.
Amiya, Dr.{nickname}, our rescue operation has been moved up.
She's very important to the Self-Salvation Corps. She holds a lot of information, and this might even affect our evacuation operation.

Amiya : Yes, I understand.
She's irreplaceable to Rhodes Island too.

Doctor : This will be our first joint operation.

Clovisia : Good. I have faith that Rhodes Island will help us rescue our imprisoned Messenger from the Sarkaz–
Our strongest warrior, our most important ally, and our most trusted friend, Lady Heidi Thomson.

Operation story: 10-9

Before operation

Summary

In the abandoned factory-turned-temporary detention center, Heidi notices the Sarkaz mercenaries are acting strangely. Under the Doctor's command, Amiya's team and the Self-Salvation Corps have successfully infiltrated the abandoned factory.

<Background 1>

「7:17 P.M. \ Overcast
Abandoned Liquor Plant, Sudean Borough, Londinium 」

Sarkaz Warrior : Get moving! Don't just stand there! Get a move on!
The general said we gotta be done with these materials tonight and get them sent to the station!

Londinium Citizen : Ungh...

[The Sarkaz soldier beats down the female Londinier. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : What are you crying for? You slacking off?!

Londinium Citizen : Ahh... P-Please don't hit me... I haven't slept for three or four days now... I'm really tired... Agh!

[An elegant Feline walks by. ]

??? : Stop it.

Sarkaz Warrior : Who are you, and what gives you the right to stop me?!

Londinium Citizen : Lady Heidi...

Heidi : Don't worry, just get behind me.

Sarkaz Warrior : I see. You're the new girl who just got here a couple days ago. You're... a teacher? A journalist?
Whatever, don't remember exactly, but you're one of those good-for-nothing scumbags. A dime a dozen in Victoria.
Save the smooth talk for the rich and noble. It doesn't work on us Sarkaz!

[The Sarkaz soldier beats the Feline, who are none other than the now-adult Heidi Thompson. ]

Heidi : *cough* *cough*... *cough*.

Londinium Citizen : Y-You're bleeding!

Heidi : If you want to kill me and my friends, then do it, but don't forget that there are some hundred pairs of eyes staring at you right now.

[The other Londiniers looked at the Sarkaz soldier. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : What are you all looking at?!

Heidi : They want to see how you're going to deal with me.

Sarkaz Warrior : You think we'd be scared of a bunch of prisoners?

Heidi : Of course not, but work waits for no one. Isn't that right? You said it yourself. Your general wants these materials done tonight.

Sarkaz Warrior : Heh, maybe seeing how you two is about to end up will motivate them some.

Heidi : If they figure out what awaits them tomorrow morning, do you think they'll still willingly spend their last night on Terra forging weapons for their enemies?

Sarkaz Warrior : You...! How'd you know that tomorrow...

Heidi : I also happen to know why you must let us live through the night.

Sarkaz Warrior : ......

Sarkaz Mercenary : Hey, she's taunting you. Don't be a moron and spill all the beans. Let's get going. We have work to do too.

Sarkaz Warrior : I don't take orders from you!

Sarkaz Mercenary : That change of clothes really helped your temper, huh? Remember who was crying for his mother when he was fighting the Victorian remnants not all that long ago.

Sarkaz Warrior : Piss off, you loudmouthed merc. Your head's gonna roll one day because of that tongue of yours.

Sarkaz Mercenary : You'll have that jerk who's been yelling about everything in my ears to thank. Trust me, I didn't use to talk like this.

Sarkaz Warrior : I'm too busy to be wasting time on you morons. Fine, I'll let these people live a couple hours longer.
All of you... and you in particular. No funny moves.

Heidi : ......

Sarkaz Warrior : Listen up! The Sarkaz got no tolerance for slackers! Anyone who's not working wins a date with our blades! Got it?!
Now get to work, if you know what's good for you!

[The Sarkaz soldier leaves. ]

Heidi : We're safe for the time being.

Londinium Citizen : I-I'm sorry, Lady Heidi. You got hurt because of me...

Heidi : I'm fine. Just got my dress dirty.

Londinium Citizen : You're always so calm and graceful... It puts my mind at ease just knowing you're here with us.

Heidi : Then trust me once more, alright?
Go back inside and stay with your friends. The Sarkaz still need you to do their work. They won't hurt us, for the time being.
As for these mercenaries...

<Background fades out and in>

Sarkaz Mercenary A : We'd better stop watching. We got work to do tonight, right?

Sarkaz Mercenary B : But...

Sarkaz Mercenary A : Come on, no buts. Hoederer told us to come and do whatever the soldiers say.
Okay, stop staring at the wall. This place is the farthest from the entrance. Not even a bug could fly in here. Look here–

[The first Sarkaz merc strikes a nearby wall with his axe, which barely scratches it. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary A : –See how sturdy it is? Let's go.

<Background 2>

「7:27 P.M. \ Overcast
Underground structure, Sudean Borough, Londinium 」

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Forward! Forward!
Report, Commander! The 3rd is all ready! Confirming Exit No. 9 clear–
Confirmed! We can exit safely!

[Rockrock walks in. ]

Rockrock : ......

Feist : Rockrock, what are you doing here? You're still wounded...

Rockrock : Captain, permission to rejoin the team?

Feist : But the commander said...

Rockrock : They have Bill. He covered me... and I can't just lie down here when I don't even know if he's still alive.

Feist : ......
I will rescue him, Rockrock. I promise.
You might think I'm not a suitable leader...

Rockrock : If he was here, he would say that you are.
He always believed in you. We all believe in you.

Feist : You do...?
But this mission isn't like the covert rescue operations before.
We might run into a bunch of Sarkaz warriors head on and find ourselves in unprecedented danger.
Rockrock, before you joined the Self-Salvation Corps, you were just the daughter of a train stoker who'd only graduated secondary school.

Rockrock : You're just a mechanic yourself.

Feist : Haha, that's true.
The Sarkaz call us rebels... Does that really make us an army, though? We're just normal Londiniers.

Rockrock : You're absolutely right. I'm very normal.
I never remember all the righteous talk the commander preaches. The only thing on my mind is how to keep my family alive.
Feist, I'm actually really afraid of the Sarkaz...
But I'm more afraid of you dying somewhere when I'm not looking!

Feist : I know, Rockrock... I'm afraid too. I'm afraid of dying, and I'm even more afraid I could get the rest of you killed.
Phew... Haha.
It feels much better getting it off your chest, doesn't it?
Now, let's go.

<Background 3>

Siege : Doctor.
Indra and I will guard this place with the Self-Salvation Corps. Dagda and Morgan are rendezvousing with Amiya.

[dialog]

Doctor : It's not often you split up. / Did something happen?

Siege : There's no hiding anything from you, is there?
It's nothing important. There are just certain things that we have to deal with sooner or later, and we needed a suitable time for them.

Doctor : It's hard to push forward with expectations on your shoulders. / Need me to say anything to them?

Siege : ......

[Clovisia contacts the Doctor. ]

Clovisia : Are you all ready?
You've just arrived at the exit closest to the objective. From here to the factory, we'll have to cross two underground blocks.
Our squads are in position. They will make sure our trip to the objective goes smoothly.
I will leave you in command for the rest, Dr.{nickname}.

[Clovisia signs off. ]

Siege : Clovisia is a capable leader, and everyone has expectations of her and Amiya.
Doctor, There's been a lot on my mind throughout this journey, but there is still one thing that I haven't entirely thought through.
If there is one thing I have to take care of myself, this is it. If I can't even keep my closest friends in check, then what's the point of coming back here?

Amiya : Doctor, we got a transmission from Feist. They've made it aboveground already. We need to rendezvous with them right away–

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : It's time for us to leave.

Siege : Right, we'll be ready.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Let's enjoy the Londinium air.

Siege : Haha... I would like to know, too.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Siege : I wish you... a safe journey.

<Background 4>

「7:55 P.M. \ Overcast
Outside the Eastern Entrance, Abandoned Liquor Plant, Sudean Borough, Londinium 」

[Horn contacts her comrades. ]

Horn : Blake, give me a report of the situation up ahead.

Victorian Soldier : The path is clear, over.

Horn : Robben?

Robben : Sniper team is in position.

Horn : Good. How many hostiles?

Robben : I got twelve in sight. All of them Sarkaz.

Horn : What about their commander? Do you see him?

Robben : I don't.

Horn : Stay frosty. Wait for my signal.

[Horn signs off. ]

<Background 1>

「8:09 P.M. \ Overcast
Abandoned Liquor Plant, Sudean Borough, Londinium 」

Anguished Man : Aaah... ah...
Ha... Haah... ah...

[Heidi asks a male Londinier, ]

Heidi : Benny, who's in that room?

Londinium Citizen : Uh... the Self-Salvation Corps soldier they captured this afternoon.

Heidi : Are they interrogating him?

Londinium Citizen : The Sarkaz won't let the chance to get some Self-Salvation Corps intel slip away. That soldier... probably doesn't have much longer to live.

Heidi : I hope he'll hang in there for a little longer. It won't be much longer now...

<Background 5>

Manfred : Are they here...?

Sarkaz Warrior : No signs of anyone yet.

Manfred : Then stay on the lookout.
How's Hoederer's search going?

Sarkaz Warrior : The mercenaries are watching our prisoners in the cells. They've been working all day, but we have too many prisoners. It'll take time to check each one of them.
What's more, this guy we have in here is a stubborn one. We haven't managed to beat anything out of him...

Manfred : Hm... Make good use of what time we have left, then. If he still doesn't give us anything...

[An Eartha partisan, who is actually the one mimicking the Londinier guide before, walks in... ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Is it my time to shine, then?

[...prompting the Sarkaz soldiers to draw their weapons. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Ugh–You, you...!

Manfred : Put your blade down.

Sarkaz Warrior : General! How did he...?!

Manfred : Wait outside. I will take care of this.

Sarkaz Warrior : Yes... Please be careful!

[The Sarkaz soldiers leave. ]

Manfred : ......

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : I'm sure you know that even if he actually tried to attack us, that blade wouldn't have done him much good.

Manfred : Please... I would rather you stop startling my men. They're all fairly anxious as is.

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Very well. We just didn't want to be late. Especially considering the guy inside isn't even breathing anymore.

Manfred : You came at just the right moment, then.

<Background 6>

Hoederer : Who's in charge of the south side of the factory?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Schwab's squad, Captain.

Hoederer : Schwab, huh...? He was in my squad five years ago.
......
Is that what you meant when you said I should pay attention to the shadows beneath my feet?
Get ahold of Schwab's position. No, have him come see me right now.

<Background 1>

Heidi : Benny, it's a little quiet outside the building, isn't it? Where are the mercenaries guarding the place? Are they gone?

Londinium Citizen : Right, not one of them's still here.

Heidi : They are acting quite strange...

Londinium Citizen : They were strange to start with, no? The Sarkaz never made any sense, whether making friends or killing.

Heidi : Don't say that unless you're trying to anger them.

Londinium Citizen : Sorry, Lady Heidi... but I've been locked in here for two weeks. It's hard for me not to hate the Sarkaz.

Heidi : No one blames you. You're doing very well.

Londinium Citizen : Right, I heard the Sarkaz general paid us a visit at noon, with the mercenary leader.

Heidi : Manfred did...?
Manfred... that's not good.

Londinium Citizen : What's the matter?

Heidi : This is a trap. Clovisia... and maybe them...

Londinium Citizen : Are you worried that the commander will start the operation tonight? We need to find a way to get in touch with them... Uh... but it's been so many days, and we still haven't found a way to get any news past these walls.

Heidi : ......
No, I'm sure they've considered that this could be a trap. This might perhaps... be an opportunity too.
Benny, let everyone know that our operation might need to be pushed up. Anyone who can fight should get ready to fight.

Londinium Citizen : But even if we can make it out of the factory building, it won't be easy to push through all the defenses outside the gate...

Heidi : Then let's come this way.
A mercenary told me this wall here... is very safe.

<Background 4>

「8:45 P.M. \ Overcast
Outside the South Wall of the Abandoned Liquor Plant, Sudean Borough, Londinium 」

Closure : Higher... A little higher... Yep, this is a nice view, stable and all.

Amiya : Closure, what do you see?

Closure : Hm... Three entrances. Each of 'em have some thirty men standing guard.
The ones guarding the entrance to the east are all Sarkaz. So are the ones to the southwest, actually... Uh, different outfits, though. Looks like they might be mercs.
And there's the main entrance to the north... It's the Dublinn forces who're guarding that one.
Then there are also some five or six squads patrolling the campus, going about between each factory building...
Huh? Wait up... The south... like, the wall closest to us... This place's empty.

Amiya : Empty?

Closure : Going by how things are laid out everywhere else, there should be a squad patrolling here, too... but there doesn't seem to be one.

Doctor : Might be a trap. / Perhaps we have a helping hand.

Amiya : Doctor, should we proceed as planned?

Doctor : What do you think?

Amiya : We need to rescue Lady Heidi, and we also need to get to Central Londinium as soon as possible... No matter the case, we don't have any time to waste.

Doctor : What about the Self-Salvation Corps?

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : We'll do as you say in this operation. Commander's orders.

Rockrock : We have someone to rescue too.

Feist : Doctor, I was going to say that no matter what your call is, we've got our operation... but my brothers in the 3rd are right. You're the commander.

Doctor : Alright, we'll proceed as planned.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Team Morgan, to the east entrance.

Morgan : Alright, Doctor. Dagda, let's go.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : The 3rd will split up and distract the north and southwest entrances.

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Roger that. Let's move!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Closure will stay on surveillance and support.

Closure : No problem. Leave it to me.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : Amiya, send a signal to the others.

Feist : Others? Are there other Rhodes Islanders aboveground?

Amiya : Right, Mr. Feist. As soon as they get our signal, they'll know that we'll have an operation here tonight.
Do you see them, Doctor? I'm guessing not yet, right? They aren't close enough.

Feist : You said they aren't nearby? Uh, does the Doctor have some kind of special Arts?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : No, PRTS is helping me.

Feist : What... That sounds like some amazing technology.
Doctor, you have to tell me more about it once we get back.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I've got X-ray vision.

Feist : Doctor, you aren't pulling my leg, are you?
You have to have some kind of special terminal. The kinds with displays and all!

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Feist : But if someone is here, should we wait outside?

Amiya : No need. If they determine there's a need to rendezvous with us, it'll be after we head inside.

Feist : Then the problem at hand is still how we get inside...
Doctor, it's your call. Which way?

Doctor : Let's go south.

Amiya : That's a wall...
Ah! I get it.
Closure, Mr. Feist, do you have any way for us to climb over there?

Closure : We could blow it up? We made a buncha new demolition devices. Couldn't have blown Londinium's outer walls, but they could work here.

Feist : Uh... it might be difficult.
Londinium's factories are usually built with reinforced outer walls. Unless you blow it up from the inside, it probably won't have as much of an effect as you'd expect.

Closure : Then... How about if I pack in some more firepower?

Amiya : No, that'll attract too much attention. Morgan's efforts will go to waste.

Closure : Alright... I guess we should've had Morgan take some with her.

Feist : How about we use grappling hooks? Rockrock and I use them sometimes to hide from the patrols.
Johnny, bring the stuff over here.

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : You got it, Captain. I almost thought I was carrying it for nothing.

Feist : Preparedness averts peril.

Rockrock : I need Rock-5 to mark the position...

Closure : Oh, right, I almost forgot. Here!

[Closure gives back Rockrock's Rock-17 drone, which she had modified. ]

Rockrock : Is this... Rock-17? Why do you have it?

Closure : Because I was working on it the whole time on our way up! Look, it's all done. It's got Closure's Seal of Quality on it!
Uh... I'm not sure my Seal of Quality is any good to you, though...

Feist : I checked it out. It's running well.

Rockrock : What's this ear?

Closure : I added it while I was at it! All Closure brand drones get one!

Rockrock : ......

Closure : Crap... You don't like it? If you don't like it...

Rockrock : No, no need to fix it.
......
Thanks.

Feist : Nothing wrong with the drone, then? I'll take the Doctor, Johnny, and Gabby with me. Rockrock... Can you take Amiya with you?

Rockrock : Alright.

Feist : I'll launch the device, then–

Rockrock : Rock-17, aim!

[Rockrock loads a zipline to her modified Rock-17 drone. ]

Feist : Anchor secured!

Amiya : Let's do this, Miss Rockrock.

Feist : Hold tight, Doctor. The wall isn't that tall, but they call these things ziplines for a reason.

Doctor : So I'm not getting out of this, huh? / ...... / When do I get to be master of my own fate?

Amiya : Alright... Are we all ready?
This might be our only chance–
3, 2, 1–Launch!

[The modified Rock-17 drone launches a zipline across the wall. ]

After operation

Summary

Horn encounters Mandragora again outside the abandoned factory, but owing to their respective goals, neither of them attack the other. Inside the factory, having successfully rescued Heidi, Amiya and the gang try to come up with an evacuation plan before encountering W.

<Background 4>

Sarkaz Warrior : Enemy sighted! She's got steel claws–

[A group of Sarkaz soldiers move in to engage Dagda, who strikes one of them... ]

Dagda : That's one.

[...knocking him down. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : You took a Sarkaz down with just one hit? Not bad, Feline. You in the Victorian Army?

Dagda : Stuff it!

[More Sarkaz soldiers show up with one charging at Dagda, who managed to parry it. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : You're strong, not like those Dublinn weaklings. Very well, Feline, you're worthy of dying by my blade!

Morgan : –Watch out!

[Dagda dodged the Sarkaz soldier's attack and countered it with a clean hit... ]

Dagda : Let's not jump to conclusions about who's dying by whose blade just yet.

Sarkaz Warrior : Ahh–

[...that takes him down. ]

Dagda : Sarkaz, you can't imagine how much I want to end your life right now... Too bad my sword is broken, thanks to your friend there.

Morgan : Dagda, snap out of it!

Dagda : ......

Morgan : I know what you're thinking. You want revenge, right? This isn't the time. We promised the Doctor we'd make a ruckus, draw the enemies here, and then leave–

Sarkaz Warrior : Heh... Feline, you've killed a Sarkaz or two before! Your life... a Sarkaz will claim your life one day!

Dagda : I don't care about my life all that much.
If it was up to me, I wouldn't have run away from you people.

[The Sarkaz soldiers attack Dagda with their Arts, who withstood it. ]

Morgan : What's gotten into you? You aren't even dodging their Arts!

Dagda : I can take a few more Sarkaz down before I die...

Morgan : I shouldn't have brought you here... Don't forget, Vina's still waiting for you down below!

Dagda : Siege...

Morgan : If you want to die, suit yourself, but don't get the Doctor and Amiya killed! You'd bring shame to Vina's name!

Dagda : Fine. Morgan, tell me. How much longer do we need to hold them?

[Dagda took down another Sarkaz soldier. ]

Morgan : Five minutes. Then the Doctor said someone would be here to pick us up.

<Background fades out and in>

[Horn and her comrades heard an explosion nearby. ]

Horn : There's a fight up ahead.

Victorian Soldier : Right, don't know who they are, but looks like they beat us to the bunch, fighting the Sarkaz.

Horn : Blake, do you remember how I said I got away from Dublinn?

Victorian Soldier : You said someone helped you...

Horn : Right. I didn't see his face, but I knew he's strong. So strong that he could walk into their campground alone even though there were hundreds of them.

Victorian Soldier : Oh? If he was that strong, why'd he need such a ruckus?

Horn : It's not necessarily him, but he definitely isn't alone. There's a team who've been fighting Dublinn and the Sarkaz in Sudean.
Blake, I've never been so sure–
We aren't the only resistance members left. We... still have friends out there, spreading fire under the night sky.

Victorian Soldier : Should we go help them, then?

Horn : No, we can't change our objective just yet.
Let's move up and sneak inside while our friends have the Sarkaz distracted.

[Robben rushes to Horn's side... ]

Robben : Horn! There's a Dublinn team closing in on you. Watch out! Their leader is... is...

Horn : Mandragora.

[...just as Mandragora shows up. ]

Mandragora : ......
Soldier.

<Background 1>

Heidi : A fire...?

Londinium Citizen : Right. They reported to me they heard fighting just now.

Heidi : Hm. Where are the guards?

Londinium Citizen : Most of them are still here. They haven't been drawn away yet.

Heidi : I knew it... They came prepared.

Londinium Citizen : Should we proceed, then?

Heidi : Let's watch the fire outside for the time being. Our operation has begun.
Have everyone get ready.
Remember. This is our only chance.

[Heidi breaks the factory's machinery to distract some Sarkaz soldiers. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Hey you! What's this? Did you break the factory's machinery?!
Who let you in here... It's you?!

Heidi : Hello there.

Sarkaz Warrior : Heh, I knew you were planning something. Get over here!

Heidi : Whatever I, of all people, might be planning shouldn't mean anything to a warrior like you.
Ever since the Steam Knights vanished without a trace, and the Knights of the Tower fell one after another, how many warriors are there in Londinium... no, all of Victoria, worthy of your attention?

Sarkaz Warrior : What's with the flattery all of a sudden, Feline? Trying to get me to let my guard down? You underestimate the Sarkaz.
You're right. I can't kill you tonight. Not yet. But that's not going to stop me from sticking this arrowhead against your throat.

Heidi : Ngh...

Sarkaz Warrior : A pampered, high-class lady like you is going to bleed with just a little scratch to your throat, I'm sure.
Haha, I'll let you stand here and watch your friends die one by one. By next morning, you'll've bled completely dry too–

Heidi : If... If my blood will satisfy you...

Londinium Citizen : Take this!

[The Londinier hurls a bottle of acid at the Sarkaz soldiers... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Ahhhh! W-What is this?! My eyes! It burns!

[...causing them to attack each other... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Ugh––!

[...and knock themselves out. ]

Londinium Citizen : Lady, are you alright?!

Heidi : It's just a scratch. It'll stop bleeding soon.

Londinium Citizen : Did you see that? The Sarkaz fell for it! The reagent you told me to keep actually worked!

Heidi : Let's have him lay down here for a little. Just taking his crossbow and knocking him out almost broke my hand...
The Sarkaz are a hardy bunch. If their eyes weren't always full of blood and hatred, he would've noticed you sneaking up to him.
Never mind... Benny, how is everyone else doing?

Londinium Citizen : We did what you said and took over the factory. We probably won't be able to hold it for too long, though. The Sarkaz are on their way, and they won't fall for this twice.

Heidi : We'd better hurry, then.

<Background 5>

Sarkaz Warrior : General, they're here.

Manfred : Which entrance?

Sarkaz Warrior : All three are under attack.

Manfred : I'm not surprised.
What about the Dublinn forces?

Sarkaz Warrior : They're fighting the rebels.

Manfred : Where's Mandragora?

Sarkaz Warrior : We haven't seen their leader.

Manfred : I see. Perhaps she'd be interested in what is about to take place here.

<Background 5>

Manfred : What about Hoederer?

Sarkaz Warrior : Er...

[Hoederer shows up. ]

Hoederer : I'm here.

Manfred : I thought you were meant to guard the southwest entrance?

Hoederer : Before I head back to the fight, there is one thing I have to tell you.

[Hoederer brought in an injured Sarkaz merc to Manfred. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : *cough*... hah...

Manfred : An injured mercenary... Who is he?

Hoederer : His name is Schwab. We had some dealings with each other, but he betrayed me, leading to some unexpected hiccups.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Betrayed...? That's an awfully terrible way to put it. Hoederer... Have you forgotten who you are?

Hoederer : Maybe you're the one who's forgotten himself, Schwab.

Sarkaz Mercenary : We're mercenaries... Hah... we've never been... anything else.
Hoederer, she's here... I haven't told her about you... Now don't you see what a great friend I am? Haha... I really can't wait to see... the look on your faces...

[Hoederer puts the turncoat merc in swordpoint. ]

Hoederer : I have no idea what you are talking about.

Manfred : I have no need to listen to a traitor talk.

Hoederer : Manfred–

Manfred : Hoederer, you needn't explain anything.
All I need to know is if you still serve me.

Hoederer : No question there.

Manfred : Good, then. I have a new mission for you.

<Background 6>

[The Rhodes Island-Eartha forces made it across the wall. ]

Feist : Rockrock, Johnny, Gabby... All of you landed? Good.
Phew... We've made it in. Doctor, are you doing okay?

Doctor : I made it through. Somehow. / ...... / I'm about used to this.

Feist : Sorry, I haven't ever had a passenger, and all I could think about was what if the grappling hook couldn't support the two of us.
That's why I had to hold you so tight.

Doctor : At least we landed safely. / ...... / I thought you'd be more dependable.

Amiya : Closure, can you see what's going on inside?

Drone : I can see everything no problem, Amiya. Even the fur in your ears...

Amiya : *Cough*, why is your drone so close?! I-It's too loud!
Besides... Why can I hear you speaking through it? Why aren't we using the comms?

Drone : The comms could be bugged! I mean, you said Sarkaz commander's a real smart cookie!
Not my Cloclo-1651 though. It's running an all-new security system. That's right. The one I was installing on the whole ship before we left...

Rockrock : Cloclo-1651?

Drone : Uh... Rockrock...? You don't mind, right? I kind of took some inspiration from your drones...

Rockrock : ......
It's okay. I like the name... It's cute.

Drone : Awesome!
Cloclo-... uh, some number... start scanning! Our target–Heidi Thomson!
Target... The target's not far off. The target... Crap! Sarkaz troops! Enemies closing in!

Amiya : Everyone, be careful. Get ready to fight!

Sarkaz Warrior : What are you people doing here?

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Watch out!

Sarkaz Warrior : Are you... rebels? Like a finfish caught in a net... Haha!

[The Sarkaz soldiers open fire, forcing the R.I.-Eartha forces to take cover. ]

Feist : Miss Amiya, there are a dozen Sarkaz behind him!

Rockrock : Rock-17–

Amiya : Let me do it.

[Amiya uses her Arts against the Sarkaz soldiers. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Black lines–You're the Cautus!

Amiya : Warrior.
I will ask you this. Are you willing to surrender?

Sarkaz Warrior : Surrender...? Cautus, what kind of joke is that?! Just watching you wield this power makes me sick to my stomach!
I'll never let you touch my emotions!

Amiya : You've seen Arts like this before?

Sarkaz Warrior : Don't make me laugh! All the Sarkaz here have seen it before!

Amiya : ......

Sarkaz Warrior : I'd like to kill you myself... but before that, I have to tell the general...

[Before the Sarkaz soldier could finish, someone shot him dead... ]

Feist : Uh, someone attacked him from behind? A crossbow bolt... Where from?

Rockrock : Rock-17, aim!

[...who reveals herself to be Heidi. ]

Heidi : Hello, my Self-Salvation Corps friends, and also... my Rhodes Island friends whom I haven't met.
Good evening, everyone.

Amiya : Lady... Heidi?

Heidi : That's right. We meet at last, Miss Amiya.
I don't have time to explain. Doctor... You're the Doctor, right? You're exactly as Kal'tsit described.

Doctor : Is that a compliment? / ...... / A nice description, I hope.

Heidi : Yes... even your reaction is about what I expected. Doctor, have you thought through how we'll make it out of here?

Sarkaz Warrior : Over here! They're here! Come–

[The Sarkaz soldiers are gunned down... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Urghh–

[...by the Londiniers with Heidi. ]

Londinium Citizen : Quiet down, Sarkaz. I won't let you draw the other fighters here that quickly.

Heidi : Thanks, Benny. Where are the others?

Londinium Citizen : Milady, we've taken the factory on the south side.
The methods you taught us are working really well... Even the frailest weavers are managing to fight off the Sarkaz guards.

Heidi : Everyone's using the tools and machines they're familiar with, after all.
These factories are ours, Benny. The Sarkaz can't control everything here as easily as they thought.

Amiya : Lady Heidi... I never expected you to be such a formidable fighter.

Heidi : Miss Amiya...

Amiya : Please, call me Amiya. Just like Dr. Kal'tsit does.

Heidi : Okay, Amiya.
Kal'tsit taught me a lot of things...
And yes, that includes fighting.
Too bad I wasn't her best student.
I was never able to help her with much.
But I will do my absolute best to help Rhodes Island in this battle, just as I fought alongside the Self-Salvation Corps.

[Rockrock heard footsteps closing in. ]

Rockrock : Another team of Sarkaz soldiers is coming our way.

Drone : Right, I don't want to be a killjoy... but things are pretty tense right now. There's not just one team... Uh, it looks like all the Sarkaz fighters in the factory are coming our way.

Doctor : They know they lost the building.

Heidi : Right, Doctor. We did our best, but this bought us very little time.
That's why I need you to think of a way to get out of this right now...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : A friend of ours should be here soon.

Heidi : A friend...?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : He's waiting on the east side already.

Heidi : And "he...?"

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Heidi : Is it just a single man? Or a whole team?
Doctor, the Sarkaz soldiers that Manfred trained are very hard to deal with. They could be hiding anywhere... We mustn't let our guard down.

Drone : Everyone, I... I'm seeing something really strange! It's way too weird! The Sarkaz up ahead are fighting... Uh, I mean, they're fighting other Sarkaz.
Wait, are those... Sarkaz mercs?

Heidi : It's the strange mercenaries... One of them seemed to have lent us a hand this afternoon, too.

Rockrock : Sarkaz mercenaries?
No, we can't trust them! They're the ones who took Bill this afternoon... *cough*! I...

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Rockrock, calm down. You're still wounded.

Rockrock : I'm fine, but I can't say that about Bill!
Captain, help me out... They need to understand.

Feist : Lady Heidi, you said the Sarkaz mercenaries helped you. Could you be more specific about that?

Heidi : It was like they were sending me a signal...
But I wasn't entirely sure...
What kind of signal?

[The R.I.-Eartha are fired upon, and... ]

<Background 4>

Horn : ......

Mandragora : ......

Dublinn Soldier : All these Victorian soldiers... Should we kill them?

Robben : Bloody Dublinn! I'll...

Dublinn Soldier : Captain, why aren't you attacking?

Mandragora : ......

Robben : Horn! Why are you stopping me? Have you forgotten how many of our brothers and sisters died at their hands?

Horn : ......

「Before she casts her Originium Arts, the Dublinn Caster always raises her hands.
It was those hands and that staff that took Cello's life... as well as the lives of many other Victorian soldiers.
Horn puts her hand on the crossbow she hid up in her sleeve.
If Mandragora shows any signs of lifting even a single finger, she will immediately pull the trigger.
Or perhaps... she could just pull the trigger now. That doesn't seem like a bad choice either.
She can tell from her opponent's eyes that she is thinking the exact same thing. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Sarkaz Warrior : What's going on? The southern zone's blown up? You mean, the entire wall? It could only be done from the inside... Dammit!
Hurry, let's back them up–

[The Sarkaz soldiers rush off. ]

Dagda : Is this the signal for us to evacuate?

Morgan : Uh... The Doctor never told me anything... but since the Sarkaz are gone, I guess our mission is over?

[A familiar R.I. Elite Op shows up. ]

??? : You two should go on ahead.

Morgan : Who's there?
You're with Rhodes Island...

??? : I'm taking over from here.

<Background fades out and in>

Dublinn Soldier : Captain, the Sarkaz evacuated! This is the perfect opportunity! Should we head inside or...?

Mandragora : ......
Let's go.

「Horn does not take her hand off her crossbow. Her glare closely follows Mandragora as she leaves.
A single bolt. From this distance, that's all it would take. All she has to do is pull the trigger, and her opponent's chest would be torn open, splattering blood everywhere, just like what happened to Cello.
Having retrofitted this crossbow herself, Horn knows its limits very well, but they're so close to each other. With the two of them now within a hair's distance... 」

Robben : Horn, they're gone.

Horn : ......

Robben : I was really worried about controlling myself, Horn... Thanks for holding me back. You're right. We shouldn't fight Dublinn here.
If we actually started fighting each other, the Sarkaz would've found us.
I'm surprised Mandragora could hold herself back, though. She was hounding us like crazy... What are they doing?

Horn : ......

「What is Dublinn doing?
Horn refuses to analyze this question. Her fingertips are still from the boiling blood. Why didn't she pull the trigger?
Why didn't Mandragora raise her hand?
These voices are clashing in her chest. She can feel a clear sense of regret.
But she can't say that.
That's not what her men want to hear. 」

Horn : Forget Mandragora. She's not our objective.

Robben : Okay, Horn. What should we do now? Follow Dublinn inside?

Horn : Yes.
Everyone, we're cancelling our original plan. From here on out, we will stay dark.
Blake, you'll continue to be point man. If you run into any Sarkaz guards, take them down. Robben, you'll follow Blake and provide fire support when necessary.
Everyone else, follow me.
Do you see the opening up ahead? Our Dublinn friends left us that. We should take advantage of it when they're dealing with our enemies.
Remember, we came as a team of five, so we'll leave as a team of five. No... We'll leave this Sarkaz prison with even more of our friends.

Horn : Watch my hand signal–
–
Move out!

<Background 1>

Feist : *Cough*... *cough*... What was that explosion? Miss Closure. That wasn't you, was it?

Drone : Error–Error–Restarting–

Feist : Err, it wasn't her. She wouldn't have blown up her own drone.

Heidi : Doctor, is this part of your plan? It's a little... flashy, isn't it?

Doctor : Nope. / ...... / Maybe?

Amiya : Doctor, is it...?

Rockrock : Look, someone's walking past the dust! It's... It's another Sarkaz! Rock-17–

[Someone walks through the smoke. ]

??? : Again with the weapons? Not to mention... More fresh meat?
{nickname}, is this how you always greet your heroes?

Rockrock : Is this Sarkaz one of yours...?

Amiya : Miss Rockrock, please keep your weapon trained on her.

??? : C'mon, little bunny. It's been aaages! Are you really so heartless? That hurts... it cuts deep, you know?

Amiya : Mr. Feist, please check for any Originium explosives in our immediate vicinity.

Feist : No time. We have people to rescue...

??? : Aw man, what a shame. Looks like we don't have time for proper hellos.
C'mere, Heidi.

Heidi : You're here for me?

??? : Hey now, can't you at least sound a little more enthusiastic? We only just met, and it's not like you're the biggest fan of {nickname} anyway.
If it wasn't for that stinking old bitch... the one you love ever so much, asking me to come get you, I wouldn't be here either.
Ask any Sarkaz here, I don't come cheap.

Heidi : Kal'tsit sent you?
A Sarkaz mercenary... an explosives expert...
Are you... W?

[The mysterious person reveals herself to be none other than W. ]

W : Whoa, she told you about me? Should I be breaking down in tears of joy? Look at that, out of all my old friends running around, there's actually somebody who still cares about me.

Operation story: 10-10

Before operation

Summary

Feist's group encounters Hoederer as they try to rescue their comrades inside the factory. W takes the rear guard to cover Amiya and the Self-Salvation Corps' retreat.

<Background 1>

Heidi : This way, through the smoke! Follow the light of the fire!

Londinium Citizen : Devil...!

W : What's this? An egg mixer?
Did you think you could hurt a Sarkaz mercenary with a toy like this?

Londinium Citizen : S-Stay back!

Heidi : Calm down. Over here, behind me.
This one's on our side... for now.

W : Your side? Better not be too sure of yourself on that one.

Heidi : W... it would be wise if you made an effort to be easier to work with. That is, if you hope to get any information out of me.

W : That's a pretty roundabout threat there...
Say... you wouldn't happen to be Kal'tsit's illegitimate daughter, would you?

Heidi : What are you–

W : Nah, you two look nothing alike. Plus, how could that icy old hag have any kids?
Screw it. No way I could ever get buddy buddy with a lady like you.

Heidi : Suits me just fine.

W : Don't you worry, I won't be here long. I know how much my head's worth in merc circles, and I'm not in a generous mood.

[W planted anti-personnel mines to cover their retreat. ]

W : Alright, there.

Heidi : Bombs... you buried more bombs. Did you blow up the other paths?
Where are your men? Aren't they still fighting the Sarkaz in the plant?

W : Do you really want to know?

Heidi : ......

W : Explaining the whole deal would be a huge pain. Let's skip right to the good part.
They're all dead.

Heidi : Dead?

W : Did you think it would be easy to scoop you out of there? I lost most of the Londinium recruits I picked up the past few months in that nasty old factory.
So this had better be worth it. Can we go now?

Heidi : Let me do a head count...
Alright, everyone in the southern plant escaped.

W : I was hired to snag you, not an entire congregation. Tell Kal'tsit I'm charging double for this mess.
Bring your hooded monster and let's—what are you standing around for?

Amiya : ......
W, was it you who blew up this path?

W : Duh. Not about to give our pursuers any chances.

Amiya : But Feist and his team just left.

Doctor : They went to rescue people.
Hail them, Closure.

W : Oh, come on... getting lost like this, at your age?

<Background 2>

Horn : What's the situation, Blake?

Victorian Soldier : They're down.

Horn : Good. Keep moving.

Victorian Soldier : Horn, to your left!

Sarkaz Warrior : Dublinn... I'll have your head!

[Horn shoots dead the Sarkaz soldier with her crossbow. ]

Horn : Not Dublinn here. Not that you'll get the chance to wallow in your disappointment.

Victorian Soldier : Another? How many Sarkaz bodies have we seen?

Horn : 26.

Victorian Soldier : All Dublinn?

Horn : Looks like it.

Victorian Soldier : Horn, I don't know how to put this, but...

Horn : Dublinn saved us a lot of effort.
There's no shame in admitting it. How long have you been with me here in Sudean? We need to use every means at our disposal if we want to survive.
Come on, left door here.
Ready?

Victorian Soldier : –

[Horn and her comrade opens the door. ]

Victorian Soldier : Clear.

Horn : Good. Now the right side.
Watch the corners, Robben. I don't want any surprises.

Robben : Roger.

Horn : Go!

[Horn and her comrade opens a cell door. ]

Prisoner : *Cough* G-Go away, devil! We're not talking!

Horn : Found them.

Prisoner : Y-You're...

Horn : Friends.

Prisoner : I never thought... we heard sounds of fighting, saw the flicker of Arts... I thought it was some new devil torture method.

Horn : Sorry we couldn't get here earlier.
Can you stand, soldier?

Prisoner : Soldier... haven't heard that in a long time.
You an officer? You've got nerve to come here–

Horn : –

Robben : What are you doing? We're here to save you!

Prisoner : Save me? Why? So I can get tricked again? So I can die in your next plot with the foreigners?
In your dreams, "sir"! We'd rather die here!

Horn : Very well.
Robben, your crossbow.

Robben : Horn? What are you–

Horn : Ammo is precious and not to be wasted.
But these are compatriots, loyal soldiers of Victoria.
If their last wish is to die here, then we'll grant it.

Prisoner : ......

Horn : ......

Prisoner : You'll really kill me?

Horn : Yes.
You'll die as you wish in this dark room, forgotten by Londinium.
You'll turn to bleached bones in this old abandoned factory, until the dust and dirt bury you.

Prisoner : ......

Horn : Or, you could do something different with this crossbow.
You could take it, come with us, and fight your way out.
Perhaps you'll still get your wish and die trying.
But you'll have a chance to see the night sky, breathe the air full with the smell of rust and oil–
And think about your loved ones, breathing that same air.
I swear on my life that they'll remember what you gave.

Prisoner : ......
Yes... they... they could still be alive...
I...

Horn : Have you made your choice? Time's flying.

Prisoner : ......
I'll go with you. Give me a weapon.

Horn : What about the others? Are you coming too?

[The other imprisoned soldiers joins Horn. ]

Horn : Good. Blake, you have seven... nine new men.
Tell me your names before we move out, soldiers.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Closure, have you made contact with the Self-Salvation Corps team?

Drone : Hold on... I just got this drone restarted... it's different from the other one...

Amiya : This isn't good.
Heidi, lead the other civilians out of here. The 3rd regiment will be waiting–

[W noticed that her anti-personnel mines have been triggered. ]

Amiya : W?

W : Hey, all the mines I left behind got blown up! Do you know what that means? Means a lotta guys are chasing us right now.
Using up my men wasn't enough for you, huh? You gotta use up my bombs too?

Doctor : Five minutes. / We can't wait any longer.

Amiya : Alright, five minutes it is.
Closure, get in touch with Feist and tell him that he and Rockrock need to be back within 5 minutes.
Doctor, we'll have to join the battle.

<Background 2>

Feist : Bill, be honest with me... have you put on weight? You're heavier than I thought...

Bill : Hehe... how about this?

Feist : Hey, that's better.
What did you do? Some magic trick?

Bill : Ha, just a change of posture... *cough*

Feist : A-Alright, just stay put, don't open your wounds.
When I saw you lying in that pool of blood, I thought...

Bill : Thought I was dead?
Ha... those devils don't got the skills... it's just... ouch...

Feist : Take a break, don't talk anymore.
Have you found an exit, Rockrock? The Sarkaz must have done something with these rooms... I feel like we're going around in circles.

Rockrock : I heard the sound of fighting a few minutes ago.
The exit should be around here...

Bill : Nrgh...

Feist : Never mind what I just said, Bill. Keep talking so you don't fall asleep.
Remember the reward you asked for? After that last win?

Bill : Er... a fruit can?

Feist : A FRUIT CAN? You said you wanted a mechanical metal crab to give to your niece in the City!

Bill : Yeah, I was hungry... lucky you've got a good memory.

Feist : Good memory? I didn't sleep at all the next few days, working on that thing between missions...
You'd better hang in there after all the effort I put in!

Bill : *Cough* Alright, boss... whatever you say.

[Rockrock heard footsteps. ]

Rockrock : Footsteps!
Oh no! Sarkaz–

Sarkaz Warrior : Where did they go?
There's a blood trail. They can't have gone far.

[The Sarkaz soldiers search the cells. ]

Rockrock : We should hurry.

Feist : Er...

Rockrock : Come on, Captain, I'll take the other side.

Bill : Sigh... look at me, can't even walk without two people helping me.

Rockrock : Don't say that. We're family, and we look out for each other.

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Captain, they're catching up!

[The Eartha partisans ready themselves to fight the incoming Sarkaz soldiers... ]

Feist : Hold them off, Johnny! Gabby, you've got the grenades, right? Give us some cover!

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Roger!

[...and a fire exchange breaks out. ]

Feist : Rockrock, has Rock-17 found a way out? We're counting on it!

Rock-17 : Right-turn here!

Feist : Alright, to the right!
Wait... who's talking? Rock-17? Y-You can talk?

Rock-17 : What's that, some dumb engineering joke?
Took me ages to hack this drone's system... I didn't change anything, ok? The system was too simple.

Feist : ......

Rockrock : ...Closure?

Rock-17 : Yes, it's me. I didn't have a chance to install voice data onto your drone, so I have to synthesize it... not cute enough?

Rockrock : Well... it actually sounds rather like you.
Where do we go from here?

Rock-17 : Left-turn... wait, no, there are Sarkaz there. I mean enemy Sarkaz! Go back–

Rockrock : There are even more enemies to the rear.

Rock-17 : Well then... let me think...
Right, let's go upwards!

Rockrock : Huh?

Rock-17 : Don't you have that flying gear? Er, I mean grappling hook! There's a vent above you that should allow a man to pass through...

Feist : Should?
We have wounded here. Gotta be sure.

Rock-17 : Well... I'll need Rockrock to take control of the drone for a moment...

Rockrock : Alright.
What do we do?

Feist : Rockrock... do you really trust her?

Rockrock : Do you have a better plan?

Feist : ......

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Captain, they're coming! I can see their leader!

Feist : Quick, open the vent!

Rock-17 : Gotcha! Rockrock, aim!

Rockrock : Rock-17–

[Rockrock's Rock-17 drone shoots a nearby ventilation grate, but it isn't enough to break it open. ]

Feist : Is it open?

Rockrock : Almost.

Feist : Again!

Rockrock : Rock...

[The Rock-17 fires again, but it was deflected by a sword... ]

Rockrock : It missed! H-How did that sword...

[...held by a familiar Sarkaz who reveals himself before the Eartha partisans. ]

??? : Finally found a way out? Isn't it a little late?

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : I'll hold him off! Quick–

??? : Blind courage isn't worth much in battle.

[The Sarkaz easily cuts down the Eartha partisans charging at him. ]

Feist : Johnny!
Rockrock, the vent!

Rockrock : I... I can't...

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : I've got two grenades left. Even the Sarkaz can't–

[The Eartha partisan fires a grenade launcher at the Sarkaz, who effortlessly cuts them mid-air... ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : What the... the grenade got cut in half?!
Captain, this is no ordinary Sarkaz–

[...before slashing down the partisan... ]

Feist : Gabby!

[...and reveals himself to be Hoederer. ]

Hoederer : I'm just an ordinary mercenary.
Did you really think you could beat Manfred or Theresis?
Pretty naive.

Feist : Sarkaz... did you think all I had was grenades?

[Hoederer slashes at Feist, who dodged it. ]

Hoederer : Grenades? Smoke bombs is more like it.
Bombs that can hurt a Sarkaz don't look like that.

Feist : ......

Rock-17 : Feist, Rockrock, you hear me? I've recalibrated... but you only have one chance. Hold on tight!

Feist : Rockrock–

Rockrock : –

[The Rock-17 shoots the vents again, this time successfully breaking the grates open. ]

Rockrock : It worked! We can go up now!

Feist : You first!

Rockrock : No, you're with BIll, you go first–

Feist : Alright.

[Rockrock stays back to hold off Hoederer. ]

Rockrock : You're not getting through, Sarkaz!
I'll protect my family... you won't hurt them again!
Rock-17!

[Rockrock had the Rock-17 fly straight at Hoederer before self-destructing, although she is caught in the blast as well. ]

Hoederer : Self-destruct drone?
Pathetic...

Rockrock : Captain... go...

Hoederer : Tell me, Feline... was it really worth it? Losing that many to save one?
Every one of them called out for their captain with their last breaths.
Will you take responsibility for their sacrifice?

Feist : ...I would rather none of them died.
Hold on, Rockrock!

Rockrock : Huh?

[Feist grabs Rockrock before escaping through the vents with the grappling hook. ]

Hoederer : ......
The grappling hook again? Smart, but not smart enough.
You need better tricks to survive in battle.
We'll meet again, children... you don't know it, but there's no way you'll leave this inferno.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Are they here, Closure?

[The Sarkaz warriors suppress Rhodes Island... ]

W : Four minutes, fifty seconds.
Countdown?

Amiya : ......
We...

[...just as Feist, Rockrock, and Bill (an impostor?) returns. ]

Feist : Amiya!

Amiya : They're here!
Feist? Just the three of you? The other two...

Rockrock : ......

Feist : They won't be back.
We need to get out of here, now!
There's a really dangerous Sarkaz after us, and there are a lot of them... it's an ambush!
None of us would have made it, if not for Closure...
They knew we'd go there, and they know you're here. They're just waiting... it's a trap! We have to go, before it's too late!

[One of W's anti-personnel mines exploded. ]

W : It's too late.
Damn it, this is my last mine, and the biggest one.

Doctor : Another last one? / How many last ones is that?

W : Stop bothering me, {nickname}. Yes, I have one bomb left. Guess who it's for?

Doctor : Are you nervous? / Got your hands full?

W : You didn't notice the explosion sounded kinda weird? I guess there's really nothing under that tin head of yours.
The guy didn't fall into my trap at all. He avoided it and disabled the Originium circuits.
Need me to say it even clearer? No, it didn't take me too much effort to set up the mines...
But the dragon lady was the last one to put all my mines out of commission.
Talulah can't be here, can she? There's no way...
Hey, what's with the face, bunny? You've got her all locked up in...
Damn it, {nickname}... damn you and damn that Kal'tsit!
Congratulations, {nickname}, you're now second on my list of people to bomb.

Doctor : This is not good news. / ...... / Thanks.

Amiya : W, there's a lot of intel that we haven't shared. We need to get out of here...

W : Get out? Easy for you to say.
Be glad it's not Talulah here. I don't smell the arrogant stench of Draco fire. But...

Sarkaz Mercenary : Surround the place!
Theta, Iota, block the path on the other side!

[The Sarkaz mercenaries move in. ]

Amiya : They got so many men in so little time?
Oh no! Doctor, Lady Heidi and the others are still inside!

Feist : Sorry, Amiya...

Amiya : Save that for when we get out.

Feist : Very well.

Amiya : Doctor, let me... W? Why are you grabbing me like that?

W : Save your strength, bunny. Look at the gang you've got here. Artificer, wounded, garbage... who can fight?

Feist : Y-You're right, but we'll do our best...

Rockrock : W-We won't be a burden.

W : Save your strength for running. You'll wanna be fast.
Sigh... I didn't want to say this. It's really not my style.
But I need Heidi alive. There's something I need to ask the old woman.

Amiya : W...

W : Go. Take your people, and pick up your trash.

Amiya : ......
W!

W : Huh?

Amiya : Good luck. We'll be waiting.

W : You're still here? Need me to blow you up?

[The R.I.-Eartha heads off, leaving W to hold off the Sarkaz mercs. ]

W : Finally. Some peace.
She talks like we're actually friends.
As for you...
Wanna keep blasting? At this rate, there won't be much left to bomb.

[Someone threw a rock at W. ]

W : What's this? A rock? Some kind of lame joke?
Congratulations, you've pissed me off.

[W loads her grenade launcher... ]

W : I was hoping to be a little frugal today.
Why don't you come out? I promise I'll leave something of you that's recognizable.

[...right as someone slashes at her, which she dodges. ]

W : Well, that was close. Only two bombs away from hitting me.

[A familiar Sarkaz shows up before W. ]

??? : You've grown again, W.

W : Wait, what–
You?!

After operation

Summary

Horn saves the prisoners, and Mandragora extracts the Taran spy. W is seriously injured by Hoederer before being rescued by Ascalon.

<Background 1>

[The familiar Sarkaz, who are none other than Hoederer, engages W in an intense duel. ]

Hoederer : Didn't think I would ever see you surprised like this.
I gave you a hint, after all.

[W dodges a rock thrown at her by Hoederer. ]

W : That rock? Very funny.
I thought...

Hoederer : Who did you think would come? Manfred?

W : I'm thinking Theresis must be getting senile if he let you live. You even get to roam around Londinium like this?
I thought you guys were long dead, since I haven't heard anything from you in ages.

Hoederer : ......

W : Well... you know what they say about assuming? See, you were right. I've become sentimental, almost forgot we're mercs.

[W detonates some explosives, which Hoederer dodges. ]

Hoederer : Your detonator hand slowed down, W.

W : And your hand isn't trembling this time.

[Hoederer strikes W, who dodges them with ease. ]

Hoederer : What about those mercenaries you brought from Reunion? Did you really come alone?

W : Why would I bring them? So that they could get bought out by the Regent, like you?

Hoederer : Looks like you care about them. No wonder I didn't see any familiar faces.

W : Speak for yourself. I saw lots of old friends in Londinium.

Hoederer : You really like headhunting under my nose, don't you?

W : Let me guess, Schwab is dead, isn't he? You killed him, didn't you, Hoederer? He knew you longer than he knew me, right?
Did your hand tremble when you killed an old friend? One who carried you on his back for an entire day, dodging dozens of Theresis's killers?

Hoederer : You're remembering it wrong. He was gone by the Battle for Rhodes Island.

W : Alright, you've always had a better memory than me for the people we fought with.
I've always wanted to ask... does it make you feel better to remember the dead?

Hoederer : ......

W : I don't think so. I can see it in your eyes. Your dreams haunt you now more than ever.

[Hoederer strikes W again, who dodged it. ]

Hoederer : I've known you for as long as you've known me.
You're only trying to hide your own feelings when move to provoke me like that.

W : Ha, like you'd know.

[The Sarkaz mercenaries continue their duel. ]

Hoederer : In the old days, you would have thrown out those useless resistance fighters as bait.
If someone told me that W volunteered to be the rear guard, I would have told them to find a funnier joke.
Did your time in Chernobog drive you mad, W?
Did Talulah burn your brains out, or are you seeing the shadows of the dead?

W : The mad never admit their madness, right? How do you know I'm the one who's mad?
Schwab's head isn't enough to buy Theresis's trust. What was the price you had to pay?
Could it have been her? Don't tell me...

[W backs off, but Hoederer slashes at her, and... ]

Hoederer : Don't even say it.

W : Oh? There's a reaction.

Hoederer : We've done all we could.
You were too slow, W.

W : Did I hear that right? Are you looking for an excuse for your screw-ups? Who was it who told me he had a plan for everything?

Hoederer : When do you think I lost my eye?

W : You don't mean that Ines...

Hoederer : Yes, she's dead.

W : Again?
I'm not...

Hoederer : Mercenaries pay a price for breaching trust. I've paid mine.

<Background 3>

[Horn and her comrades made it out from the detention camp. ]

Horn : We're out.

Robben : We've been lucky, haven't we?
The Sarkaz got drawn to the explosions in the south. The ones guarding the interrogation room got taken out by Dublinn.

Horn : Nothing good comes of relying on luck in battle.

??? : Ha. Did you think you would have lived this long, if not for lady luck?

Horn : –

Prisoner : W-Who's she? Did they escape from the interrogation room too? Are they friends?

Horn : Enemies.
(Aim.)
(But hold your fire.)

[Mandragora reveals herself before Horn and her comrades. ]

Mandragora : Can't talk without your crossbow raised, soldier? Don't think I didn't know you only got out by following us.

Horn : You want me to thank you? Then you'd better take a trip with me to the hardest prison in Londinium.

Mandragora : ......
I'll give you credit.
You're not like the nobles that seep oil from every pore.
They're the ones who kneel before anyone to cling to their way of life. Sarkaz or Dublinn... it makes no difference to them.
You, though... you just won't give up. You're like flies, getting in my way no matter where I go.

Horn : That's my line.

Mandragora : Why you...!

??? : *Cough* *cough* Mandragora...

Horn : Your friend's in pretty bad shape.

Mandragora : Same to those soldiers behind you.

Horn : Looks like we're both in a hurry.

Mandragora : ......
It's a shame that I don't have time for you today.

Horn : Suits me just fine.
Make way.

Mandragora : ......
Let's go.
By the way, soldier–

Horn : Huh?

Mandragora : You had better not die at the hands of the Sarkaz...
Before I have the chance to impale you with my rock.

[Mandragora and the one she is looking for walks away. ]

Robben : Whew... they're gone.

Horn : Good. Save your ammo for the Sarkaz.

Robben : Do you mean...?

Horn : Don't you think it's too easy?
Whoever Dublinn took from the interrogation room, I doubt the Sarkaz would let them go so easily.
Or us, for that matter.

<Background 4>

Amiya : Do you have everyone, Lady Heidi?

Heidi : Yes, Amiya. They're all here.

[The R.I.-Eartha are fired upon... ]

Amiya : Careful!

[...prompting Amiya to retaliate with her Arts. ]

Amiya : Let the weakest go first. We'll take care of any pursuing mercenaries.
Feist, can you still fight?

Feist : Of course.
Hang on tight, Bill. Things could get bumpy.

[Some Sarkaz soldiers breach the door... ]

Closure : More enemies ahead! They must have come in from another entrance!

[...and surrounds the R.I.-Eartha. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Target found!
Over here! Get them!

[Dagda and Morgan shows up and takes down the Sarkaz soldiers. ]

Morgan : Hey, don't run too fast. Got to keep a pair of eyes in the back of your head when moving.

Dagda : A few got away.

Morgan : Still not enough?
Get that caster first. Don't let him cast any Arts on our wounded.

[Dagda strikes down a Sarkaz caster soldier. ]

Amiya : Thank goodness you are back.

Morgan : We aren't late to the party, are we?

Doctor : Great. / What luck.

Morgan : Whew... Doctor, you didn't tell me there was only one fighter meeting up with us.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : One is enough.

Morgan : You know, Doctor, the more I learn about Rhodes Island, the more mysterious it seems.
But at the end of the day, the most mysterious one is always you.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : There's more than one.

Morgan : You always have a card up your sleeve, don't you?
On this point, we're the same.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Morgan : It looks like the Sarkaz have been drawn over here. But we didn't see many souls on the way.
The ones holding off the enemies inside... I'm worried about them.

Amiya : I'm worried about W...

Morgan : W? The one who made such an impression on all those operators at Chernobog?

Amiya : Er, yeah.

Morgan : Rhodes Island really IS filled with talent.

Amiya : We have a... temporary understanding.
Doctor, I felt something eerie in her gaze when she said she was looking for Lady Heidi.

Doctor : What did you feel, Amiya? / Isn't she always like that?

Amiya : Her emotions can be unusual, but there are times that she doesn't try to hide them. Her eyes don't lie at times like that.
The last time I saw that look from her was when she was yelling at me for the codes to stop the core city.
Is she still hiding something?

Doctor : Ask her when she comes back. / She's W. She'll be back.

Amiya : Alright... I trusted her once, I'll trust her again.

<Background 1>

W : Huff... huff...

Hoederer : You're bleeding a lot.

W : You've got a few holes in you.

Hoederer : You should have hidden another bomb on yourself, like you used to. That way, you'd at least have a chance to take me down with you.

W : *Cough*... Hoederer...
How much is my head worth? Enough to buy a small house in Londinium?

Hoederer : Sorry, W. The Regent has better things to do than remember the name of a random merc.

W : Ha... did you say that to Ines too? Before she gave her life for your little dream?

Hoederer : Still talking big, eh?

W : What were you expecting? A big laugh and a standing ovation for your dumb shit? No tears on my face, Hoederer. That's not like me.

Hoederer : Who's the dumb one? You're on the ground, not me.

W : Like I said, I'm just... a little surprised.

Hoederer : So surprised you missed multiple chances to maim me?
Now that's not like you, W. What made you lose your cool?

W : Let's see... how about an old friend coming back from the dead and trying to put his sword through me?

Hoederer : I can believe that.
W... who is this old friend you're talking about?

W : That's what I don't like about you... You always think you can see right through me, same as her.

Hoederer : Too bad for you, I'm right again.
It's been a while since you snuck into Londinium. There aren't too many distractions like this in here. What did you see in the city?

W : You're the one following Theresis, not me. Have you not kowtowed to his traitor throne enough times? Still can't see through his tricks?

Hoederer : So you knew.

W : Stop playing this game of you-know I-know. Look like a mercenary for once, Hoederer.

Hoederer : I can't let you leave here alive, W.
Of all the old friends that I've killed... you're probably the one who could best understand the choice I'm making.

W : Now who's indecisive?
I'm not taking my eyes off you. I want to see the Sarkaz who had the nerve to put his sword through me.

Hoederer : Alright then.
Goodbye, W.

[Hoederer swings his sword at W, but it was deflected by a throwing knife. ]

Hoederer : ...Huh?
Something deflected my sword... a dagger? Where did it come from?

??? : Don't move.

Hoederer : ......
............
It's been a long time, Ascalon.

[The one saving W reveals herself to be Ascalon, a senior R.I. member from the times of Babel and the head of S.W.E.E.P.. ]

W : ......
Hey...

Ascalon : Same to you. Don't move.

W : *Cough* Or what?
Wait, you came to save me, right?

Ascalon : ......

W : Don't tell me you came to help him? Don't you know what Theresis did to her–

[Ascalon throw her knife at Hoederer, but misses. ]

W : ......
Maybe work on your aim? I just barely dodged that, what with my injuries and all.

Ascalon : Too bad.

W : ......

Hoederer : ......

W : You know you can't kill me now, right?
You've been my boss, and I've been yours. But there's someone here who's been boss to both of us. And she's clearly not in a good mood.

Hoederer : I know. Our heads could drop off our shoulders at any moment.
I have nothing else to say.

Ascalon : ...W.
Each word will make you bleed a little faster.

W : I know, thanks for the concern.
Looks like you'll have to accept a little failure if you don't want to die here together, "Captain" Hoederer.

Operation story: 10-11

Before operation

Summary

While retreating from the factory, Horn runs into Manfred.

<Background 1>

[Manfred received a report from a Sarkaz soldier. ]

Manfred : So you mean to say that Hoederer has failed?

Sarkaz Warrior : Yes, General. I saw it with my own eyes. He was gravely wounded in the battle just now.

Manfred : And he was in contact with another Sarkaz woman, aside from his longtime mercenary acquaintance?

Sarkaz Warrior : Right. But she's... highly skilled at concealment, and moves too quickly.
I was anxious about getting too close. Couldn't shake the feeling she'd notice me with one wrong step.

Manfred : Wise choice. You wouldn't have made it back alive otherwise.
That said, I'm surprised the Confessarius let Babel's assassin go free. Was that an oversight, or their intent?
...No matter.
Tell me about Hoederer. Where is he?

Sarkaz Warrior : He's still marshaling the remaining mercenaries, and about to resume pursuing the escaped convicts.

Manfred : Have him return. Those convicts will not stay free forever.

Sarkaz Warrior : General?

Manfred : As you said, his wounds are no laughing matter.

Sarkaz Warrior : Forgive me, but why do you still trust Hoederer so much?

Manfred : I've had you with him this whole time.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but you've never once reported any misdeeds from him.

Sarkaz Warrior : But he used to work for Babel!
It was the mercenaries under his watch that screwed up, and it was his old friend that incited them! Don't you think it's too risky to keep him in such a key position, General?

Manfred : You've seen for yourself today. How does one Victorian regard another?

Sarkaz Warrior : Urgh...

Manfred : And how much more difficult do you think it is for one Sarkaz to trust another?
We've had everything stolen from us, been forced to grow accustomed to fighting each other for the right to survive.
And now, we've obtained a new opportunity.
You tell me, do you want to go back to monitoring a possible Sarkaz spy, or will you accompany me in eliminating the remaining Victorian threats?

Sarkaz Warrior : ......
General, we choose to go with you.

<Background 2>

[The Rhodes Island-Eartha reaches a safe area. ]

Feist : *pant*... *pant*... Did we shake them?

Amiya : We can't let our guards down yet, Mr. Feist.

Feist : I know... *huff*... I know.

Rockrock : ...Captain.

Feist : What is it?

Rockrock : Your face is splattered in blood.

Feist : Blood?! Hey, Bill... Bill?

Bill : Nrgh...

Feist : ...Oh, it's just my own blood. No need to panic, then.
Come on, Bill, you could breathe a little louder! I don't want to have spent all this effort porting a dead man back.

Bill : Then think about... swinging your spanner gentler.
You're always... hitting me... in the head...

Feist : I hear you. You're the boss today.
Hold on a little longer... we'll be right back home soon. Right? I'm not going blind, am I?
Eugh, this blood from my forehead's getting in my eyes a little... Rockrock, eyes out. How much left to our target rendezvous?

Rockrock : A little over 300 meters and we're there.

Feist : It's Team 6 on guard here, right? I could really use a hand from them. Bill, old bud, you're getting harder to carry by the second.

<Background 3>

[Siege is asking something to Indra. ]

Siege : ...How long have we gone without a signal from the surface team?

Indra : Didn't the Doctor say they'd only contact us after they reach that last RDV?

Siege : No, I mean the Self-Salvation Corps, at the one before that.
We had an agreement that they'd keep us up to date with the surface situation every half hour.

Indra : Shit, I wasn't tracking the time! How long's it been?

Siege : ...We need to go up and see.

Indra : No!

Siege : If the Sarkaz have already discovered our last rendezvous, then the Doctor's squad is in danger. You're clearly worried sick about Morgan and Dagda too.

Indra : A... And you too!
Worst comes to worst, Vina, I go peek, and you stay here. Suppose somehow something's happened, you scarper further in...

Siege : Indra, I can't always keep cowering behind you all. First our mentor, then you and the Glasgow Gang, now the Doctor–
–I've cowered for far too long, and I know it. Dagda wasn't talking nonsense. If you're always tucked away in the shadows, you gradually lose the courage to directly face the sun.

Indra : She's trying to nark you! You know what she's dying for? You, taking her to storm the Palace, and finding that what's-his-gent to do him in!

Siege : And you're itching to go back to the Glasgow Gang. Don't you understand her point of view?

Indra : I... Like hell I don't, but that's the bloody thing. I understand, and that's why...

Siege : You're scared she'll end up killing herself, the way she rushes it.

Indra : You can bloody imagine, can't you? She's got a death wish in my eyes, the way she acts!

Siege : ...You need to trust her.
She'll be willing to live for our sake... and the sake of so many, even if it comes with enormous pain.
She's an outstanding knight, and a warrior of Victoria. She has everything in common with the countless others who struggle to live, and fight on for Victoria.
And I... I have to fight with them. Not because I'm in some special position, but because we're all "native" to this land.

Indra : Vina...

Siege : Think of that commander, Lady Clovisia. Would she abandon her soldiers, run off just to keep herself safe?

Indra : I'm not familiar with her... but I don't imagine she would. Those soldiers really trust in her.

Siege : Then in your eyes, how much do I pale in comparison?

Indra : Like bloody hell you pale at all!

Siege : Then follow me. Together, we'll make sure that our comrades-in-arms have a safe trip home.

<Background 1>

[Mandragora helps up the one she is looking for, a Taran informant for Dublinn. ]

Mandragora : We finally get to leave this stinking place soon.
Are you alright, "Spy"?

Taran Secret Agent : ...Whoof... *huff*... I'm fine, Mandragora.
The last few times I've heard the word "spy" it's been from a Sarkaz thinking up some fresh new punishment. I almost forgot it was my codename.

Mandragora : Then pick a more tasteful one next time, if you have the chance. "The Elocutionist" and all that lot had good ones, and they kicked the bucket without leaving so much as a smear.

Taran Secret Agent : Haha...

Mandragora : Save your strength for now. The Leader still needs the Sarkaz intel you found.

Taran Secret Agent : You mean... The Shard...

Mandragora : No, don't say it.
Not like I don't want to hear, but... we need the Leader's approval. Our soldiers are all clean sorts. Don't go giving them too big a burden to carry.

Taran Secret Agent : I understand... Mandragora... you've always been such a good girl.

Mandragora : Don't sweet-talk me like "The Bandit" did. Sick of it. They're all gone and now I'm stuck here alone in this shithole having to worry about the Leader.
At least you got back quick. While you were gone, that Harmonie bastard was glued to the Leader's side day and night, and I was terrified that... that...

Taran Secret Agent : Terrified... that what?

Mandragora : That the Leader would get too close to those noble sorts, and that someday, she'd have no more use for us.

Taran Secret Agent : The Leader, eh... *sigh*...

[A Dublinn soldier reports in to Mandragora. ]

Dublinn Soldier : Ma'am, I've ascertained the others' positions. They're still in the same place, watching the door for the Sarkaz. Are we linking up with them right now?

Mandragora : Mm. Get the paramedics going. "The Spy" needs immediate treatment.
Right, one more thing. Find a Messenger and notify Count Mourning outside the city immediately. We have to ensure "The Spy" meets the Leader as soon as possible.

Taran Secret Agent : Count Mourning? You... involved him for the Leader?

Mandragora : Tch. Times like these, we have no choice but to hope the nobles do something to help. Funny kind of joke, isn't it?

Taran Secret Agent : *cough* *cough*... You... You've grown well...

Mandragora : That's not like you, "Spy". You're speaking too much rubbish. Save the rest for when you're not ragged enough to drop dead at a stiff breeze.

<Background fades out and in>

[Horn noticed something amiss. ]

Horn : ...Hold it.

Robben : What is it, Horn? We have a visual on the exit already.

Horn : Mind the perimeter.

Robben : ......

Horn : Three o'clock!

[Horn and her comrades are fired upon... ]

Robben : Horn, it's Sarkaz!

Horn : –

[...prompting them to retaliate. ]

Horn : Robben, are you still fine for ammo?

Robben : Ha... haha... sorry, Horn. Truth is, I've been hiding an explosive shell on me.
All this time, I've had it in my head that if I fall into the enemy's hands at some point again... I'll be taking this shell with me to my last stand.

Horn : ...Shame, we improvised that shell ourselves.

Robben : How's that got anything to do with–

Horn : And I'm very sorry, but I'm not inclined to give you that opportunity.

Robben : Eh? My shell–

[Horn throws a cannon shell as an improvised grenade against the Sarkaz soldiers. ]

Horn : Looks like the power of a homemade one falls a bit short after all.

Robben : But... but he's unscathed, how?
That Sarkaz...

Horn : That Sarkaz is their beloved General.

[Manfred approaches Horn. ]

Manfred : We finally meet. An improvised shell is hardly a suitable greeting though.

Horn : I know you've met your share of Victorian soldiers, Sarkaz. After all, a great deal of them died by your hands. I imagine their spirits are practically lining up to crowd your dreams.

Manfred : No need to be so self-effacing, White Wolf of Victoria.

Horn : ......

Manfred : Even to the Sarkaz, you qualify as a heroic warrior.
As I recall, the captain who rendered Kazdel a sea of flames once more, two hundred years ago, was your ancestor.

Horn : Are you some monster who's lived for centuries too?

Manfred : I had no chance to witness that war.

Horn : But listen to the way you talk about it. It's no different from your kin who feed on others' lives to prolong their own.

Manfred : "Those stained in Sarkaz blood must pay that blood back, thousands of times over."
Where do you think we came from, Victorian? Just who runs in fear at the restless souls circling Londinium's skies day and night, murmuring their blood feuds?

Horn : Did you know? I became a professional soldier precisely because I was fed up with justifying this war we're in.
Come, Sarkaz.
The words of the deceased lingering about my ears are more than you'll ever hear.
And I promised them... I promised them this.
I will not fall until I see my people out of this place alive.

[Horn opens fire at Manfred. ]

Operation story: 10-12

After operation

Summary

After a skirmish, Horn and company are rescued by Misery. Manfred turns his offensive on Mandragora.

<Background 1>

[Following a skirmish with the Sarkaz soldiers... ]

Amiya : It's so strange, Doctor. We definitely shook off the Sarkaz warriors from before...

Doctor : But they're still coming without end. / It's like they know our position.

Amiya : Closure, are our communications being traced?

Closure : Not a chance, Amiya, I guarantee it! I set up triple-layer encryption on our transmitters! If they had the tech for that, then Theresis would've breached the landship a hundred times over by now!

Amiya : ...Doctor, I believe Closure.
They must be using some other method then.

Feist : Miss Amiya, we're a stone's throw from the rendezvous point!
As long as we link up with Team 6, we can get in contact with the subterranean support unit. Once we're underground, the Sarkaz pursuing us will be out of luck.

Siege : No, don't go that way.

Feist : Huh? Why... wait, what? Miss Siege, what are you doing here?
Weren't you under...

Siege : ......
Team 6 is...

Feist : Team 6 is what? Why do you look so... erk, Miss Indra, have you seen all that blood on your hands?!

Indra : Your soldiers, they... all gave their lives.

Feist : Th-That can't be right! Team 6 is still ahead of us, how could they have run into the Sarkaz?

Siege : We don't have time to analyze how.
Doctor, it wasn't the Sarkaz force pursuing us that killed Team 6's soldiers.

Amiya : You mean...

Siege : The enemy they faced had terrifying Originium Arts... It was more of a massacre than a battle. Hardly any of them had even drawn their weapons.

Indra : You sure it was Originium Arts?
I don't believe that!
I saw this red bug thing tear the soldiers' chests apart. Vina, you saw it too! That was a genuine monster!

Siege : ......

Amiya : ...So the perpetrator is no ordinary Sarkaz.
We have to change course. Mr. Feist, are there any other routes we can take?

Feist : Yes. But we don't have any support waiting on it. If we run into Sarkaz forces...

Siege : We'll be in for another hard fight.

<Background 2>

[Amidst the skirmish between Horn and her comrades against Manfred and his Sarkaz soldiers, an explosion occurs. ]

Horn : Find cover!

Robben : Horn, what the hell is this?!
What did that Sarkaz throw at us, a bomb? None of us even saw it–

Horn : ...Originium Arts.
Eyes up!

Robben : I... I just saw something red flash by in midair!

Horn : Retreat!

[Some sort of an attack drone fires at Horn and her comrades. ]

Robben : It's like a thunderbolt or something! That's Originium Arts?!
These... abominable devils!

Manfred : Still won't come out?
Your war, your battle, your fight, it can't be this game of runabout you're playing, can it White Wolf?

[The drone rapidly fires. ]

Robben : Five aerial blood streaks at once?
Horn, we have no chance of–

Horn : No.
No matter how strong the Arts... he's only one person.
What did Victoria do in the past, to prevail over the Sarkaz again and again?

Robben : You mean...

Horn : How many bolts do we have left?
Cover me.

Robben : Yes, sir!

Manfred : A pitiful act of defiance–

[Horn fires at the attack drone, knocking it out of the sky... ]

Horn : Now... is our chance.

[...and gives her and her comrades the opportunity to run away. ]

Manfred : Counting on an Arts bombardment to make your escape?
I'll give you a rude awakening.

[Manfred tries to reactivate the drone, but Horn destroys it by shooting it... ]

Manfred : –!

[...and turns back to face the Sarkaz general. ]

Horn : What I said still stands. So long as my soldiers remain here, I will not flee.

[Horn charges at Manfred, who guarded it... ]

Manfred : Not bad after all, White Wolf. I see you have the bravado to reverse course and charge me.
Such a shame then...

[...before drawing out his sword and slashes at her, knocking the Lupo to a nearby wall and disorienting her. ]

Horn : ––Rrgh!

Manfred : Whoever told you that a Sarkaz depends solely on Arts in a fight?
Even wielding no more than a sword–I can still defeat every last one of you.

Horn : Beating me... may not be so difficult...
But making me fall will... not be so easy.

Manfred : How very brave of you.
It's thanks to that valor of yours that I can end this battle that much quicker–

「The instant he thrusts his sword out, the soldier before Manfred abruptly vanishes.
She seems to practically dissolve and melt through the wall behind her, leaving not even a ripple. 」

Manfred : These Arts are unfamiliar...
Vigilance!

[A throwing knife flies at Manfred, who deflected them with his sword. ]

Manfred : ...A dagger from thin air?
No, not from thin air...

[The attacker charges at Manfred, whom he intercepts. ]

??? : You react very fast.

Manfred : I'm afraid I'd have one more hole in my chest otherwise.

[The unknown assailant engages Manfred as more Sarkaz soldiers show up. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Target found! Take aim!
What the hell? They vanished again?

[The assailant strikes down one of the Sarkaz soldiers before they could even retaliate. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Th-They're too fast! I can't land a shot!
Shields up, up! Quick! Shit, are they able to blink?

[Another Sarkaz soldier is taken out by the assailant. ]

Manfred : Blink? No such Arts could be cast without leaving even a trace!
Or is this... a diversion?
Don't let them fool you! All men, cast precision aside! Attack at once!
So long as the enemy is still in front of us, they have no escape!

[The Sarkaz soldiers open fire at the assailant. ]

Manfred : Have we... hit them?

Sarkaz Warrior : General, there's no body.
But the ground is shot to hell... Where can they still be hiding?

Manfred : ......

Sarkaz Warrior : General, behind you!

[Manfred taunts the assailant, ]

Manfred : Show yourself, and your life is mine!

<Background fades out>

??? : Really?

<Background fades in>

??? : Manfred, you put it very well, but unfortunately... you were only half right.

Manfred : Half?

??? : Sarkaz do not depend solely on Arts to fight–
–but in no world do Sarkaz wield swords alone.

[The assailant did something that turns the ground into quicksand. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Aarrghh!
The ground shouldn't be this soft–this place is going to swallow us! I-I'm losing my grip on my blade!
General, you're sinking too?!

[Manfred uses his Arts to protect himself and his soldiers from the quicksand. ]

<Background 2>

Manfred : ...Nobody move, and nobody panic.
The dagger is his staff. These are Arts, and nothing more than Arts.

??? : You're very calm-headed. Good... you've saved your men's lives.
However...

[The assailant makes the ground below Manfred sink, taking his sword to the ground. ]

Manfred : Rgh!
The ground's... nearing my stomach...
My sword...

??? : With your swordsmanship, blocking my attacks would be a simple task.
But the more you struggle, the quicker the ground swallows you.
Is this how you want to go... this self-destruction?

Manfred : Urgh... *cough* *cough*...

Sarkaz Warrior : General–

Manfred : No one come near!

??? : Or, you could cease all movements, same as your men.

Manfred : You want me to wait as you run my heart through?

??? : It'd be tough, killing you.

Manfred : *cough* *cough*... *pant*...
I see now. You're not actually here to take my life.
I never imagined that outside of Ascalon, Rhodes Island would have yet another apex Sarkaz assassin.

??? : I'm no assassin.
Unless it's called for, I have zero desire to harm any Sarkaz at all.

Manfred : But here you are, abetting our enemies!

??? : Are these Victorians... your enemies?
What I see is a group of bruised, weary warriors, on the soil of their own home, struggling painfully just to live.
You and Theresis, on the other hand, are turning the Sarkaz into the enemy of all.

Manfred : I had entertained having a talk with your people, if I had the chance.
It's a sorry thing, that we should first meet on the battlefield–
–Rhodes Island Elite Operator.

[Manfred retaliates with his Arts, but the assailant escapes. ]

Manfred : ......

Sarkaz Warrior : He's gone again? Ngh–the ground's back to normal!

Manfred : A hair's breadth.
I was on the cusp of capturing him. His Arts are all too exceptional... He can induce hallucinations without influencing our nervous systems.
There are marks of energy transformation on the ground. Could it be...?

Sarkaz Warrior : General, they're all gone! Those Victoria soldiers, I mean–

Manfred : Keh... He would visit me and stall for time, just to extricate those half-dead soldiers one by one?

Sarkaz Warrior : Are... Are we pursuing them, then?

Manfred : Do you think we can?
I may have called it a hair's breadth, but against a Caster of that level, a hair's breadth is tantamount to guaranteed failure.

Sarkaz Warrior : Dammit! We were set to clean out all the rebel forces by today! Now a mercenary's gone traitor AND some mystery Caster's held us back!

Manfred : It's Rhodes Island... This is all because of Rhodes Island.
We missed our chance to round them up in their entirety, but their losses can't be light, can they?
They had their chance to hide in the dark, but now they've been driven front and center. For them, revealing their forces is already a colossal tactical defeat.
An assassin, an expert spacial illusionist Caster, and the as-yet unseen Banshee... How many cards does Rhodes Island still have up their sleeve?

Sarkaz Warrior : General, what are your plans?

Manfred : ...Let us go. Before we deal with Rhodes Island, we first need to put the discontented clown in its place.

<Background 1>

[The assailant took Horn and her comrades into a safe place. ]

??? : This should be far enough for now.

Horn : ...Is this outside of the factory district?
You... cut open space with your dagger?

??? : Don't always trust your senses. Tricking your eyes is much easier than influencing space.

Horn : You've...
You've rescued me, and not just once. My eyes might not show me the truest answers, but my senses never lie.
Just who are you?

??? : Misery. I'm Misery of Rhodes Island.

Horn : Rhodes Island?
I'm sorry...

Misery : You'll get a chance to hear a full explanation from Bagpipe in due time.

Horn : Bagpipe?

Misery : She's a coworker at this point.
Not to mention... the last friend my best friend ever made.

Horn : Sounds like I've been quite a bit out of the loop.
But before I lose myself to the joy that Bagpipe made it out, allow me to once again thank you and Rhodes Island.

Misery : Let's get out of here first. Chances are we'll be meeting again soon enough.
Manfred's almost worked out the truth of my Originium Arts. He could be coming after us any moment now.

Horn : ...No. I imagine he'll be busy with something else right now.

Misery : You mean Dublinn.
County Hillock's Mandragora... There's no way she's leaving this factory now.

Horn : ......

Misery : Are you giving yourself grief for not being able to personally avenge your comrades?

Horn : I... I'm just lamenting.
Myself for standing here, regretting that I missed the opportunity to kill her...
Or her, for being long since beyond saving.

<Background 2>

Mandragora : That's odd. This is what you agreed with them, right? Why aren't they here to back us up?

[Mandragora and her Dublinn comrades are fired upon, with a Dublinn soldier getting shot... ]

Dublinn Soldier : I–argh!

[...and dies. ]

Mandragora : What the hell is it–?

Dublinn Soldier : Sarkaz! It's Sarkaz! We have to run–

[Another Dublinn soldier is shot dead. ]

Mandragora : ...Were we spotted?
No. Not like this. "Spy", we have to go–
Only ten meters to that sliding door there, right? Just ten meters, and we're right out, and...

Taran Secret Agent : A... Alright, let's run...

Mandragora : Just like we used to, you pulling me. We only had to run fast enough that those noble kids couldn't catch us...
Grotesques! Get down, block them!

[Mandragora orders her grotesques to shield her and her comrades, only to be destroyed by the Sarkaz's Arts. ]

Mandragora : Bastards! Can't even rely on you in a time like this?

Taran Secret Agent : Mandragora...

Mandragora : What? Didn't I tell you to stay quiet for now?

Taran Secret Agent : I can't keep walking. You go.

Mandragora : What...? Can't you see? I've been doing all this just to...

Taran Secret Agent : To save me? Or to gain favor with the Leader?

Mandragora : Is there a difference? What are you talking about? We're just five meters away, our people are right outside!

Taran Secret Agent : They're gone.

Mandragora : What?

Taran Secret Agent : Mandragora... The Leader... she's long since abandoned us...

[The informant is shot. ]

Mandragora : "Spy"!
Bastard, bastard–stones, go! Skewer them, impale every one of those Sarkaz!

[Mandragora retaliates with her geokinetic Arts. ]

Mandragora : You'll be alright, "Spy", it's just an arrow, we're three meters away, even if I have to carry you–

Taran Secret Agent : ...Just go.

Mandragora : I...

Taran Secret Agent : If you can make it out...
Don't... Don't head for the Leader.

[The informant dies. ]

Mandragora : ...Did you just die?
Who said you could die so easily...? I...
Cillian, Cillian... you bloody disgrace! I'm not letting you die here, you stand up for me, stand up!

Manfred : No need to work yourself up.
You won't live much longer either, Mandragora. You and your old Taran friend will meet again before you know it.

Mandragora : ......
Ha... hahahaha!
Manfred, you cost me another eleven lives.
You don't know the half... you don't know anything of what it took to kill that many Sarkaz.

Manfred : ...This is exactly why you must die here.

[Sarkaz soldiers surround Mandragora. ]

Mandragora : Perfect... drop yourselves right in my lap.
I'll crush every one of you into paste, no prisoners.

10-13: Crossroads

Summary

Manfred kills the Taran secret agent, and gravely wounds Mandragora. En route to retreating underground, Dagda departs from Siege for the time being.

<Background 1>

[Mandragora is injured and exhausted after being ganged up on by Manfred and his Sarkaz soldiers. ]

Mandragora : Hfff... *pant*...

Manfred : Your energy is spent, Mandragora.

Mandragora : ...Monsters.
You Sarkaz... all of you, monsters.

Manfred : We're far from strangers to that sort of address.
When I hear it from an opponent crawling on the ground, I'm inclined to take it as a compliment.

Mandragora : *cough* *cough*...
*cough* *cough* *cough*.
Sarkaz, you're... just like those noble lot... disgusting.
That Arts...
It's all natural-born–I could never learn it in a lifetime...

[Manfred strikes at Mandragora. ]

Manfred : You have the nerve...
To treat Oripathy as a blessing?
Countless Sarkaz are burdened by this curse from birth, of festering bodies, organs oozing–you see us only as pests spreading blight, drive us out from the cities.
How many Sarkaz each day become crystals scattering to the wind, cannot even be laid to rest in the soil of their home, simply because they wanted to see another sunrise?
Yet you tell me...
You envy this power? Is that your place to say, Victorian?

[Manfred kicks Mandragora hard, but she gets back up. ]

Mandragora : You're calling me a Victorian. You really know the best way to insult me, devil.
Do you know... why I avoid Oripathy?
The Sarkaz in the barrens... at least, before they die... they get to see the sun come up.
Us, we live in the cracks of the city, where a speck of black stone pokes out of your skin... and the very next day, you're food in the sewers for the metal crabs.
In Victorian eyes, we weak little Tarans... don't even amount to what Sarkaz do.
Only power...
Only power can let us survive!

Manfred : The Sarkaz have never been interested in the resentment between you.
All I know is I've given you chances before. Multiple.
If you clean up your act and return to holing up in the north by the end of the day, I'm even willing to let all your petty acts here be water under the bridge.

Mandragora : Haha...
Bloody magnanimous of you. Should I be kneeling in thanks here, o kind "General?"
You can dream on!

[Mandragora conjures grotesques to aid her. ]

Mandragora : I've seen people like you... one too many times.
Let me guess, you like the idea... that we survive thanks to your charity?
I've had enough of it.
I've had enough of being a wager to you, a piece on the bloody board.
My fate, and the Tarans' fates... are ours to decide, no other way about it.

Manfred : Yours to decide?
You think you've managed to decide anything? From the moment you came to Londinium, your fates were sealed.

Mandragora : You... shut well up! I've... I've had my fair share of failure, but...
So long as I kill you here, and take all the intel there is on Londinium, I can go back to The Leader head held high!

[Manfred knocks one of Mandragora's grotesques. ]

Manfred : Kill me? With these grotesques of yours, barely able to lift themselves off the ground?
You know that even if the Gargoyles of the Royal Court stood here, they might not be victorious against me?

Mandragora : ......
Don't you compare my Arts to your devil witchcraft–

[Mandragora conjures even more grotesques. ]

Manfred : Ten grotesques at once?
For not being an Infected Caster, you must have some natural gift.
Nevertheless, I don't even need to call upon the witchcraft you speak of to deal with these rugged little Arts animations.

[Manfred slashes the grotesques with his sword, destroying them all with a single strike. ]

Mandragora : Nngh... urgh!

Manfred : I see your limits.
Have you noticed the split in your staff? Once your flashy little tool shatters, you'll find you suddenly have everything in common with the frail, ordinary Feline.

Mandragora : Ha... hahaha!
And what in the bloody hell...

[Mandragora overexerts herself to use her geokinetic Arts. ]

Mandragora : Does that have to do with anything?

「The stone staff emits a crack in response.
The ground beneath them trembles, the ruined grotesques all around standing up once again.
They stagger and charge at each other, binding to each other tight, and form into a singular great statue, close to five meters tall. With a great roar and a flap of its wings, it swoops in, bearing down on the Sarkaz. 」

Manfred : Defend!

Sarkaz Warrior : Yes, sir! General, you be on guard–

Manfred : Take care of yourselves.
This counterfeit cannot harm me yet.

「In testament to the Sarkaz's words, he uses no kind of Originium Arts.
The colossal grotesque turns to him with a howl, the wind from the beating of its wings blowing a torrent of bricks against him, its fangs almost touching his cheeks.
And yet he simply thrusts forward once.
The stone statue halts in midair, and seconds later, collapses into a sea of rubble. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Manfred : There you are. No longer can you play about with those stones of yours.

Mandragora : Ha... devil...
Even now, you still act so... arrogant. All because of the damned... power... you were born with.
I'll kill you... I'll KILL YOU!

Manfred : You think after killing me, you can scurry back to your Leader and reap your reward?
Even if you truly could pull it off... I invite you to wonder, would she welcome you back with open arms, or would she send you straight back to Londinium?

<Background 2>

[Harmonie is giving orders to Dublinn soldiers. ]

Harmonie : Relay to Count Mourning that The Leader assents to all handling of Dublinn forces within Londinium by the Sarkaz.
If necessary, apologize to that Sarkaz general–
–that Dublinn has no intent to ruin its peaceful relationship with the Regent of Kazdel.
It was never on the cards to work in true cooperation with him, given the Gaul at his side, but we're still in no rush to make ourselves enemies, are we?
As a token of goodwill, ask the Count to mediate, and have the other nobles' forces hand back the few Sarkaz Messengers they intercepted at the auxiliary plate close by.
Don't you worry. The Duke of Wellington will not forget the Count's efforts. The Leader and Dublinn, even less so.
Tell him he needn't panic. Once The Leader allays this current situation, we'll go meet up with him at Londinium.
...The Dublinn commander from before? You wonder how she's doing?

[Harmonie pauses for a bit, thinking... ]

Harmonie : Mandragora... Mandragora.
I've been kind enough to her. I even went out of my way to plead The Leader for lenience. That's why Mandragora even went to Londinium. She barely scraped in that final chance.
You have to understand, The Leader's never been the least bit satisfied with what Mandragora and her cohort accomplished in County Hillock.
Why can't she just understand... that at this point, Dublinn no longer needs the title of the "spectre force?"
Ultimately, we look to found a new nation for the Draco and Tarans–
And how can we hope to gain the masses' support, with nothing but wrath, animosity and their terror by intimidation alone?
If she could just comprehend The Leader's intent, learn to stay the flames in her own heart, withdraw safe and sound from Londinium... At least, when The Leader reads what a good job she did, there'd still be a place for her.
You know as well as I do, The Leader's... never forgotten her first Taran compatriots. After all, it was together they came out from the ashes.

<Background 1>

[Manfred talks with the battered Mandragora. ]

Manfred : I might be meeting a Messenger from the outside, come daytime.
They'll surely be here on some count or baron's bidding, but without a doubt, behind them will be that duke from the Taran region.
It may be they'll thank me, for I rid them of an unstable lunatic commander in their place, and established a better outset for them in their coming negotiations.
Sarkaz are always seen as useful tools. Yes, on that point, we and you are alike, loathing these arrogant nobles.
However... you'll have to call it here, Mandragora.

Mandragora : ......

[In an act of defiance, Mandragora tries to stab Manfred with a hidden dagger, but he blocks it. ]

Manfred : A dagger? You would sneak up on me with a dagger?

Mandragora : Hahaha...
*cough* *cough* *cough* *cough*...
And suppose...
I can pull it off?

Manfred : Do your nerves grow through your heart? Did I skewer your brain too, in the process?
I've told you, you can't kill me.
Moreover, even if you did, it would have no meaning at all.

Mandragora : No... meaning?
If... everything... has to have meaning, well... there never was meaning in people like us living, was there?

Manfred : ......

Mandragora : I'll kill you. Not because anyone ordered me to...
Just because...
It's what I want to do.

Manfred : Truly... a lunatic.

Mandragora : A lunatic... me? You look at that face of yours, always so confident and cool...
Right, you'd be clueless...
Because you always get what you want done, so, so easy.
Once the one you most care about... dies by your side...
Once the one you most trust... casts you away...
Pins you to the ground with your own sword, even...
Maybe then you'll understand.

Manfred : Is this your final defiance on the brink of death? These curses of yours can't sway me one iota.

Mandragora : Kheh... heh...
Then why don't you hurry up and kill me?

Manfred : You don't even need me to do anything.
You're already dead, Taran.

[Manfred walks away just as Mandragora collapses from her grievous wounds and her vision comes in and out. ]

Mandragora : Taran... You're calling me a Taran.
Sarkaz...

「Laid on the ground, she raggedly forces a breath.
The floor is cooling, chilling, and she gradually loses sense of her own arms and legs. Were they broken at some point? Or have they numbed in fleeing for her life? 」

??? : Do you want to live, Taran?

「Who is it... calling to her? 」

??? : The sewers are right beside you. Climb down there, and those disgusting nobles won't ever catch you again.

「Yes, climb down.
The sewers give off the intense stench of rust and grease. Parts ripped from abandoned machines and cold scraps from a noble's dining table mix together.
She's starving, yet she revolts at this hunger.
Rust, grease, but she can smell another scent.
She knows it. The odor of death.
The sewers are a tomb for the insects living in nomadic cities.
The wealthy construct cemeteries inside the cities where land comes at a premium, and the commoners, with little to their name, have no choice but to cast ashes out beyond the city orbits.
And the insects? They die without a word in the cracks between the plates. They die where the sun will never shine upon them. 」

??? : Do you dare walk to your death? Should you have the courage to die, that is all you need to be granted a new life.

Mandragora : ......
Leader...

「She just needs to crawl to her left, scant inches, and she'll clamber into the sewers... like back then.
And there on her right... just on her right.
Her Taran compatriot stares with eyes wide open, gazing silently upon her. 」

Mandragora : Sorry, Leader.
This time...
It's me... who doesn't need you.

「She uses the last of her strength to push her right hand out. Her touch alights on her old friend, changed beyond recognition. 」

Mandragora : No one's... after us now. Let's go home.

Misery : Even though your meeting's end will be in death?

「Someone stands before her. No firelight by his feet, pitch black reflected from his dagger.
Mandragora grins.
In her mind, she has met the true Death. 」

<Background 3>

[Feist guides the Rhodes Island-Eartha across the industrial district. ]

Feist : There's an entrance right below that abandoned factory. Push that crane out of the way and that'll do.

Heidi : Alright, thank you for showing the way, Mr. Feist.
We'll be going along here. Everyone not wounded, please lend a hand to who are–

Indra : Bleeding hell. Doctor, we've got pursuers again!

Amiya : How are they doing it?
Ever since leaving the kohl factory, we always get found no matter how many waves of enemies we repel.

Doctor : We can discuss that in a moment. / Let's handle these ones first.

Siege : Right, this is our last chance to retreat underground.
We can't let the enemy follow us under at any cost. The Self-Salvation Corps has all their operations set up here, and the Sarkaz don't know which entrance is the correct one to these underground tunnels.
On the off-chance a Sarkaz finds this one, the Self-Salvation Corps' and the Sudean borough's efforts will all be laid waste to, just like that.

Doctor : Closure, ready the explosives.

Closure : On it... uhh, what?
Doctor, you want me prepare to blow up this entranceway?

Siege : That definitely works as a form of insurance.

Closure : Are the Self-Salvation Corps gonna like that...?

Siege : Clovisia gave command authority to the Doctor. What the Doctor says, goes.
Amiya, we'll intercept the Sarkaz in the estate behind. Wait on my signal. If we fail to head them off, I want you to set off the bombs before it's too late.

<Background fades out and in>

Sarkaz Warrior : They're over there!

Indra : Quit gawking around. Your opponent's right here.

[Indra strikes the Sarkaz soldiers... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Ugh––!

[...knocking him out. ]

Morgan : One team of ten Sarkaz. We can hold them down.

Siege : These few, but even once we do...

[A Sarkaz soldier attacks Siege, who blocks him with her warhammer. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : You... None of you are getting away.
The Sanguinarch can smell it... he'll find you one by one... tear your bodies open, cut your throats apart...

Siege : Who's this Sanguinarch?
Could it be... the one who just raided another unit of Self-Salvation Corps soldiers?

Sarkaz Warrior : Raided? You Victorian Felines wouldn't be worth his... raiding.
He's simply... hunting prey. As the Prince of Blood's quarry, you wouldn't even register in his gaze.

[Dagda finishes off the Sarkaz soldier. ]

Dagda : No need to listen to their nasty comments.

Siege : Indra, do you remember that run-in with the Self-Salvation soldiers?

Indra : Burned into my eyes. What a bloody scene.
I've seen plenty of people die, but just smeared all over the ground like that... barely even looked human anymore.

Dagda : ......

Indra : Dagda, what are you doing? There's still some of 'em over there, we can't waste–

Dagda : Siege, I beseech you. Let us get out of here.

Indra : Do you hear yourself? You're the one who wanted to fight the Sarkaz, now you're the one getting cold feet about it...

Dagda : I've suffered the humiliation of turning tail once before. I can cope with it again.
So long as we can escort Siege safely out of this area, I'm willing to come back and wage war to the bloody end with these Sarkaz at any time.

Siege : Fine.

Dagda : Siege, have you finally made your decision?

Siege : Perhaps I have.
Dagda, I've already seen your choice.

Dagda : My... choice?

Siege : Go.

Indra : Vina?

Morgan : Hold on...

Dagda : I...

[Siege strikes the Sarkaz soldiers. ]

Siege : Go and find the one you need.
Don't let these Sarkaz stand in your way.

<Background 4>

[R.I.-Eartha made it into Londinium's tube network. ]

Amiya : Are all of us down now?

Feist : All surviving Self-Salvation soldiers are here.

Heidi : It's all thanks to you that we could even make it here.

Doctor : What about Vina? / We're still missing four.

[Siege, Indra, and Morgan shows up. ]

Siege : We're here.
Three returning for the Siege Group.

Amiya : Um, what about Miss Dagda?
Is... Is she alright?

Indra : Don't mention that bloody arsehole to me!

[Indra punches a nearby wall in anger. ]

Morgan : She's not going to feel it no matter how hard you pound the walls, love.

Amiya : Er...

Siege : Dagda has her own things she needs to do. Amiya, I apologize to you and the Doctor for her departure.

Amiya : No, no need to apologize. I sympathize, these are special circumstances. I can understand Miss Dagda's decision.
If we're sure we don't have to wait for her–

Doctor : Closure.

Closure : Y–You got it!

[Closure detonates the charges set on a corridor, causing it to collapse and blocking the path. ]

Indra : That's that blown, then, eh...?

Morgan : If Dagda wants to come back, maybe she'll... have issues finding the way...

Siege : She won't.

Indra : Vina, what's "she won't?" She won't find her way to us, or she won't come back?!

Siege : ......

Morgan : Leave Vina alone. We've still got a ways forward to go.

Siege : Right. Forward we go. The Self-Salvation's soldiers are still waiting for us.

Operation story: 10-14

Before operation

Summary

Amiya's squad, which had retreated to the underground base, prepares to leave the Sudean Borough with the Self-Salvation Corps. Suddenly, the Sarkaz start to exterminate the Corps soldiers left on the surface.

<Background 1>

[Manfred assesses the current situation. ]

Manfred : We're down thirteen civilians and nine soldiers.
Rhodes Island...
They're proving to be quite troublesome.

Sarkaz Warrior : General, we've finished the head count on the remaining Dublinn soldiers.

Manfred : Give them one chance.
Those willing to join us will enter the mercenary squad.
As for those who aren't... You already know what to do with them.

Sarkaz Warrior : Yessir!

??? : Not your best showing, General Manfred.

Manfred : ...I didn't expect for Confessarius's Messenger to still be here.

[A Confessarius Guard walks to Manfred. ]

Confessarius Guard : Both the Leader and the Regent are concerned about the battle situation unfolding in this inconspicuous corner.

Manfred : I trust the Sanguinarch is no exception.
After all, his generosity last night took a lot of the pressure off of us.

Confessarius Guard : Oh right, he wanted me to let you know, the atmosphere here is too filthy. He doesn't plan to wait around much longer.
At the moment, he is in the unfortunate process of requisitioning the property of a factory owner, and will be enjoying a late dinner.

Manfred : Requisitioning?
I do hope that... whoever the Prince "requisitioned" the factory from isn't one of our partners.

Confessarius Guard : Does that matter?
These inefficient factories provide us with hardly anything worthwhile. All they do is breed pests.
His patience will only last until tomorrow night.
If you are unable to provide him with a satisfactory banquet, then he will 'sweep' these filthy streets as he sees appropriate.

Manfred : ......
Is this the Sanguinarch's intent, or the decision of the Military Commission?

Confessarius Guard : Always fussing over these irrelevant details. This is exactly why you've been pinned down in this little dump. His Highness expected more of you.

Manfred : ...Please report back to the Prince: We are deeply grateful for his assistance, and will proceed with the next phase of the operation.

Confessarius Guard : Very well. We look forward to seeing your results.

[The Confessarius Guard leaves... ]

Manfred : ......

[...as Hoederer shows up. ]

Hoederer : Heading off to war isn't nearly as much of a slog as talking to these Royal Court people, eh?

Manfred : So this is where you've been hiding.

Hoederer : I assure you, I haven't been slacking off.

Manfred : You can stop cradling that arm you nearly lost. Tell me, which of your old acquaintances did that to you? The one with the explosives, or the one with the sword?

Hoederer : Sorry, it hurts so bad I can't remember anything.

Manfred : Since they left you with another arm to pick up a sword with, it seems whoever it was still has a soft spot for you.

Hoederer : ......

Manfred : It's almost daybreak.

Hoederer : ...Yeah, looks like it.

Manfred : Stop leaning against the wall in a daze. Break time's over.

Hoederer : Mercenaries aren't eligible for sick leave, right?

Manfred : Let's go. This battle is far from over.

<Background 2>

[Clovisia oversees the Eartha activities following the rescue of Heidi. ]

Clovisia : How many injured are there? Take them to get treated right now!

Medic Operator : I'll also help out!

Clovisia : Mhm, thank you.
Bring Harmo over here. We have to speed up the evacuation.
Also, dispatch some Messengers outside the city. Worst case scenario, we need to be prepared to relocate the bulk of the population.

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Yes, Commander!

Clovisia : Miss Siege...

Siege : ......

Clovisia : Miss Siege?

Siege : Oh... Sorry, your voice always makes my mind wander off.

Clovisia : You must be exhausted. Just like our soldiers.

Siege : Thanks for your concern. I'm hanging in there.

Clovisia : The piece of intel you brought back– that the warriors of Team 6 were slaughtered by extremely terrifying Originium Arts, is critically important to us.

Siege : If only I could've gone to the surface to check on them sooner...

Clovisia : No, you would've been in danger too.
Besides, you've already done enough. If not for your quick-thinking, it might not have been just Team 6 that ran into him, but the rest of our troops and your people as well.

Siege : Who is he? Those Sarkaz soldiers seemed to call him a prince.

Clovisia : ...Three months ago, a nobles' banquet was held in northern Londinium.
It began with great fanfare. The lights stayed on the entire night, and it wasn't until the servants went to clean the venue on the second day that they discovered that the only thing left was a still-playing record player.

Siege : Everyone was dead?

Clovisia : All killed in a single instant, it seems. Some of them still kept their posture from the moment of death, glasses raised in a toast.

Siege : ......

Clovisia : Among the slain were those with connections with us. Heidi knew them too.

Heidi : That's right.
I lost several old friends that night. The Self-Salvation Corps also lost a significant portion of its network throughout the city.

Clovisia : It's not for no reason that we retreated to the edge of the wall.
But it's thanks to Heidi's unfaltering efforts that we've managed to survive. And soon enough, we'll have a chance to face the Sarkaz head-on.
Before that though... we still need to escape the gaze of that terrifying individual.
Amiya, would you happen to know who he is?

Amiya : ......
If my hunch is correct, the person looming above us is probably... a vampire.

<Background 3>

Closure : ...This'll be tough.

Feist : How tough?

Closure : To be honest, it's probably easier for me to make a new one from scratch than try to glue the pieces together.

Feist : Don't have the parts.

Closure : Huh? No way...

Feist : We're in Londinium. Most of the city's industrial resources are controlled by the Sarkaz, and we don't exactly have the luxury of scrounging up scraps for something that won't be used on the battlefield.

Closure : Your work environment is way too...

Feist : Impoverished? You can speak your mind, the commander isn't here.

Closure : ...Way too much of a challenge. *cough* *cough*...

Feist : Miss Closure...

Closure : What's up?

Feist : D-Did you know, when you talk about being challenged, your eyes seem to... light up? Physically.

Closure : Huh? Really? Must be because I'm getting excited... Is it scary?

Feist : I-It's fine.
To be honest, it wasn't until I met you that I found out... Uhh, that Sarkaz can do more than just fight.

Closure : Oh... Uh, there are a lot of people who aren't fighters, like me.
Naturally, I'm a vampire, so of course I was born with some handy talents.

Feist : Huh? Y-You... what is this speed?! It'd take a week for me to do what you did in a single night!

Closure : Why do you think the pillars of Rhodes Island are so good?
Take a good look at my eyes. If the Rhodes Island landship was filled with vampires, working at night would be no problem, and we'd cut down big on the electricity bill.

Feist : Are there... a lot of vampire engineers?

Closure : Of course not! They... They all...

Feist : Hey, why'd you start shuddering all of a sudden?

Closure : Blame Londinium. It's been a long time since I last felt the fear of being this close to a den of evil. Look, my hands are totally frozen stiff! And I need these hands!

Feist : Could it be... that Team 6 ran into...?

Closure : I sure hope not.
If so... For real, I need to give you guys a serious warning.
Just in case... I mean, just in case–if you ever run into another vampire, run!
No, it might already be too late by then.
I hope you'll never...
Never ever bump into them.

<Background 2>

Siege : Morgan, you and Indra will go help the Self-Salvation Corps relocate.
Mm, I'll be there right away.

Doctor : Vina.

Siege : What is it, Doctor?
Were you looking for me?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I want to talk about Dagda.

Siege : Dagda... made her decision.
I... When I had to take up the mantle as their leader, I've never stopped thinking about how to do the right thing.
And at Rhodes Island, I saw how you went about doing that.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : How are you doing?

Siege : I'm fine... But, I'm really worried about Dagda.
It's no different from how you're worried about us, though. We both have our own responsibilities to shoulder.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Siege : Dagda is... pretty much in the same situation as me.
Every moment she stayed with me, her actions were bound by responsibility. No matter how many times I told her to make her own decisions, she would never be able to choose any other outcome.
When we truly have the capacity to make a choice, what truly matters is having the authority to make that so-called choice. Otherwise, it is nothing more than coercion, wrapped in a more palatable package.
I don't want to have to push her along ever again. She needs to accept herself, and then walk down her own path with conviction.

Doctor : What about your choice?
You can continue like this and become a regular soldier. / You can also go to them and tell them who you really are.
No matter what you decide, Rhodes Island and I will support you.

Siege : ......
Becoming a run-of-the-mill soldier might be the easy way out.
But my family name... No matter what you all decide to call me, I can't deny my name. It's a part of me.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 4>

Siege : I hope I didn't scare you by telling you the truth, Doctor.
Dr. Kal'tsit said she was willing to tell you, but I decided to do it myself.

Doctor : Your family name... is Victoria?

Siege : You don't seem all that surprised.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Maybe because I don't remember the past.

Siege : ...You don't remember the past?
Even though you've suffered so much due to that... I can't help but wonder, is your life a little bit easier because you can't remember?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Maybe because I only care about the present.

Siege : That's right, what's most important is always the present.
When I made the decision to leave Victoria, all I wanted was for me and Indra to live to see this moment.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Maybe because I'm looking ahead to the future.

Siege : The future...
Which way... will my future take me?
Only I can answer that question. Nobody else can.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Siege : Phew... When I'm around you, I can always relax so easily.
It might be because... even when you found out the truth, the only person reflected in your eyes was the operator known as "Siege".
Instead of... Victoria.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Siege : Coming back to Londinium has brought back many memories.
But at the same time, so much has changed.
The decisions I make no longer solely affect my team.
Doctor... I don't actually want "choice" to be an excuse that holds me back.

Doctor : I'm here today as a result of my choices. / My choices determine how I move forward.
Someone once said I'd find my own path.
Vina, I want to share those words with you too.

Siege : ......

Doctor : You always have the right to choose.

<Background 3>

[Amiya walks toward Heidi. ]

Amiya : ...Miss Heidi.

Heidi : Amiya? I'm currently tending to the wounded.

Amiya : You... practice medicine?

Heidi : Only some basic nursing techniques.
This job inevitably brings me into emergency situations. To give me and my friends a better shot at survival, I had to at least learn to use a first-aid kit.

Amiya : You're really amazing.

Heidi : All we're doing is protecting our home. But Kal'tsit... and you, Amiya, you all carry so much more responsibility on your shoulders.

Amiya : ...We've lost a lot of people on this operation.
I... I feel the pain of the Self-Salvation Corps' soldiers. They've never had to deal with such horrific enemies before.
The Sanguinarch... Did he come here because of us?

Heidi : Amiya, what you need to hear isn't me saying "no, it's not your fault."

Amiya : Yes...
Clovisia said she was afraid Rhodes Island would get the Self-Salvation Corps involved in a war they weren't a part of.
If working with us puts them at greater risk...

Heidi : During last night's operation, what would've happened if Rhodes Island had not been there?
Without W colluding, had she not stopped the mercenary leader... and without Rhodes Island's operators keeping Manfred at bay, we wouldn't even be having this conversation right now.
The calculus of exchanging one set of lives for another simply does not exist for Rhodes Island–
But even if Kal'tsit were here, I'm sure she would say every opportunity comes with its risks.

Amiya : ......
I understand.
That's why we have to be better prepared.
Miss Heidi, I need more information from within the city. Not counting the Sanguinarch, how many kings do the Sarkaz have inside Londinium?

<Background 5>

[Horn approaches a female Londinier. ]

Horn : Excuse me, I'd like a bag of bread.

Londinium Citizen : I don't need your money, lass. Take all of these with you.

Horn : Huh?

Londinium Citizen : Hurry along, and don't come out here again.

Horn : What do you mean...?

Londinium Citizen : I know who you are. Actually, we can all tell.
Even if you took off your equipment and changed your clothes, both your actions and the look in your eyes won't fool anyone.

Horn : ...Thank you.

Londinium Citizen : I might as well pack up too. Don't think there's business to be had today.

[Several Sarkaz mercenaries show up. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : We're doing another sweep of this street! Take away anyone whose name is on the list!

Londinium Citizen : Wh-What's going on? I... I'm just a restauranteur. Didn't you come by to have fried finmeat before...?

Sarkaz Mercenary : You're the one we're after.
Your cover runs pretty deep. Selling fried meat to us by day, peddling information to the rebels by night?
Take them away! And check those buildings next door. They're all rebels!

Horn : ......
Why are the Sarkaz suddenly going around grabbing people?

[Several Eartha partisans are running away from the Sarkaz mercs firing at them. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : H-Hurry, take a turn at the alley just ahead and find the others–

[One of the partisans are shot... ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Ugh–!

[...and collapses as the pursuing mercs catch up. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Another one down.
You lot, search that alley over there. Don't let a single one of them escape this borough.

<Background 6>

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Report, we ran into Sarkaz as soon as we came out...
No, they weren't guarding the city exits, they suddenly appeared in the middle of the streets!
Commander, do you think our comms have been compromised?
Please be careful... The soldiers dispatched out of the city have all perished. I can't hide for much longer either!
I–

[Before the Eartha partisan could finish, he is shot dead. ]

<Background 5>

[The remaining partisans are cornered by the mercs. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Bloody hell, why can't I shake them off?
The Sarkaz seem to have suddenly figured out all our passages and networks!
In just... a single night...?
What exactly happened last night?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Haha, wouldn't you like to know.

[Suddenly the Sarkaz mercs' swords are cut in two... ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Huh? What the hell are you? My blade snapped clean in half–

[...as the attacker, who turned out to be Misery, strikes them down. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : The way you're dressed... Are you a Rhodes Island operator? Thank you. You guys saved us again.

Misery : Hurry back.
Wait, be sure to tell Amiya and the Doctor that the underground isn't safe anymore.
The traps we ran into yesterday... aren't the only ones we've discovered.

After operation

Summary

Amiya and the Doctor discover that the "Self-Salvation Corps" soldier rescued in the previous night's operation is actually a Sarkaz in disguise. Just as Feist and Rockrock struggle with their sorrow, the city defense artillery activates again and starts to bombard their location.

<Background 7>

[Manfred asks one of the Kazdelian Sarkaz soldiers, ]

Manfred : Have you finished cleaning up the streets?

Sarkaz Warrior : Yes, General. Everyone on the list has already been dealt with.
Some tried to flee to other boroughs or leave the city just as you said, and we stopped them as well.
Only a few slipped through our net... The soldiers sent to chase after them seemingly ran into the same Sarkaz from Rhodes Island as yesterday.

Manfred : Let them squirm their way underground.
That'll make it easier for us to flush them all out at once.

<Background 3>

[Clovisia received reports of the Eartha partisans getting overwhelmed. ]

Clovisia : ...Multiple of our contact points above ground were attacked all at once?
What of our Messengers? They got taken as well?
......
Doctor, I want to hear your view on this.

Doctor : Rhodes Island wasn't told where these points were.

Clovisia : The only ones with access to that information are our own troops.

Doctor : We were tailed on the way back yesterday.

Clovisia : It seems the seeds of crisis were sown last night.
But I don't want to doubt our own soldiers.
There's no way they'd betray their brothers and sisters.

Doctor : The commander is responsible for the team. / We can't overlook any hypothetical.
How many soldiers were rescued?

Clovisia : Twelve people came back with Heidi.
Among them, nine only ever provided us information on occasion.
The other three helped us transport supplies, so it is possible they know the locations of some contact points.

Doctor : How many more are in Sarkaz hands?

Clovisia : ...A lot more.
Doctor, you know better than anyone how difficult last night's operation was. As much as I'd like to rescue everyone, I'm forced to admit that we're not yet strong enough.
Heidi's done good work. Being able to save all those people already went above and beyond my expectations.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : The Sarkaz couldn't know who would be rescued.

Clovisia : There were a lot of uncertainties surrounding our operation last night...
I doubt the Sarkaz could have full control over everything.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Unless everyone defected.

Clovisia : That's simply not possible.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You don't place a pawn that won't be used.

Clovisia : That's right.
The Sarkaz commander isn't a fool. He would have found a way to make sure his plan succeeded.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Clovisia : So, if there really were traitors among the soldiers we saved...
In all likelihood, they would've been the easiest for us to rescue.

Doctor : That narrows it down considerably. / The most obvious suspects are clear.

Clovisia : Still, I don't want to fling these accusations around about soldiers willing to bleed and die for their homeland.
We need proof.
How do you suppose we get that, Doctor?

Doctor : Please call Feist and Rockrock.
Let's go visit the wounded together.

<Background 2>

[Feist and Rockrock heads to a room, with the former seemingly hesitant. ]

Feist : ......

Rockrock : Why aren't you moving? The commander just sent news that Bill's about to wake up.

Feist : ...Rockrock.
I want to tell her that I'm stepping down as captain of the operation team.

Rockrock : ......

[Rockrock drops a cardboard box in front of Feist. ]

Rockrock : Take a look at these.

Feist : Packages? What's inside them?

Rockrock : Johnny and Gabby's belongings. I picked out the stuff to send back to their families.
What remains are their tools, weapons, and equipment. If you really... can't get them out of your head, then pick out something useful and polish it up a bit. That way they'll at least still be with us on the battlefield.

Feist : ......
Hah...
Sounds like the vice-captain rejected my resignation... Let's go see Bill then.

<Background 3>

Amiya : You're awake?

Bill : Yeah.

Amiya : Something came up, so Miss Heidi had to leave. She was originally the one in charge of coordinating the treatment of the wounded here.
Wait, you're from Mr. Feist's team. Bill, right?
Mr. Bill, should I go call Feist and Rockrock over?

Bill : Ah, no, that's alright.
Miss Amiya, I decided to get up to talk to you.

Amiya : ...Huh?

Bill : Well, uh... I've always been curious about you.
Amiya of Rhodes Island...
Why do they trust you so much? You're just a Cautus in her teens.

Amiya : Are you... talking about our operators?
We've been through so much together. You're correct that they trust me, but that trust is mutual.
As far as I can tell, it's no different for everyone in the Self-Salvation Corps either. You also trust Feist, Rockrock, and Clovisia, right?

Bill : Haha... Mutual trust, huh? That might be a part of it. After all, you've been through your share of trials and tribulations.
But your authority does not come from your bloodline, nor have you taken your position by force. You are far too young to have earned the amount of trust you enjoy.

Amiya : ...Mr. Bill?

Bill : Deep down, you've thought about these things too, haven't you? But you don't dare show it. Your fears, your worries, your anxiety... Everything is suppressed by the responsibilities they've forced onto you.

Amiya : Are you worried about me? Did you overhear my conversation with Miss Heidi?

Bill : Mm... Maybe. I heard everything.

Amiya : I appreciate the concern, but my responsibilities were not forced onto me.
Our operators placed their faith in me, and I am not going to let them down.

Bill : Of course... Of course. Since the very beginning, they've always been devoted to you.
But Amiya... When they look at you, how do you know that they're not looking right past you? Searching for another soul that has endured the twists and turns of fate?

Amiya : ......!

Bill : Everything you believe, do you truly believe it, or...
Are you dreaming a dream given to you by somebody else... one that you can't wake up from no matter how much you struggle?

Amiya : Mr. Bill... No, that's not who you are!
Who exactly are you?

Bill : Allow me to return the question.
Amiya... Who are you?

<Background black>

Amiya, do you like the stories I tell? You'll still be able to sleep well, won't you? I don't want you to have nightmares.
You won't? Oh, what a sweet child you are.
That's right, while we may look different in many ways, we are both children given life and nurtured by this great land.
Some of the stories you've heard are legends that others find terrifying, but they are indeed the history of the Sarkaz.

<Background 3>

Amiya : ......
You shouldn't be here.

Bill : I see the energy gathering inside your palm. Have you not figured out who I am? Why aren't you attacking?

Amiya : I cannot touch your emotions, "Mr. Bill".
But... I also cannot feel any malice.

Bill : Oh?

Amiya : You could have continued pretending to be asleep, yet you said all those things to me...

Bill : Hah, didn't I already tell you? We are very curious about you.
If not for you, we'd have no desire to come here either. Theresis has no sway over us.

Amiya : No matter what you're after... this is far too cruel.

Bill : Cruel...?
Do you mean this face we're borrowing?

Amiya : Yes, which is why I need you to leave.

「Black lines surged from her palm once more, weaving a net around the man in the Self-Salvation Corps uniform.
One strand condensed into a lightless blade, pressed against his throat. 」

Bill : What a... remarkably gentle threat.
Amiya, a lot of people have told you this before, yes?
You really are just like her.

Amiya : Not another word out of you, please.

Bill : Unfortunately, you're still too immature.
Always be aware of your surroundings before you make a move.

[Feist, unaware that the Bill they knew is actually an impostor, enters the room. ]

Feist : ...Miss Amiya?!
You, you... you're trying to kill Bill?

Amiya : No, I...

Feist : ......

[Clovisia and the Doctor enters. ]

Clovisia : Doctor, I take it that you didn't ask me to bring everyone here just to see this scene?

Doctor : I wanted to see who'd make the first move. / You're already looking at the "traitor".

Clovisia : I assume you're not referring to Amiya. Then, Bill?

Bill : Rockrock... Rockrock, help me...

Rockrock : ......

Bill : I'd rather die myself... than betray you!

Amiya : Stay away from him. I... No, nobody knows the full extent of his Originium Arts.
His words are, or rather his very existence is... dangerous.

Rockrock : Miss Amiya... Can I trust you?
Last night, we fought side-by-side. I thought Rhodes Island truly had our backs, just as you said.
But...

Amiya : ......

Rockrock : Your expression scares me. It's as if I've seen it somewhere before...
That's right, you're already mourning the pain and suffering you're about to cause.
If so, then... why? Why go through with it?!
She... The Sarkaz took my father from me, right before my eyes. Are you going to take my family away too?

Amiya : I'm sorry, Miss Rockrock... But it's too late. Your family member's already gone.

Rockrock : But, Bill's right in front of us!

Amiya : This must be difficult... for you to accept.

Rockrock : ...I don't understand.

Clovisia : Look, Amiya, it's not that we're not willing to believe you, but we don't have your Arts. We can't see what you see.

Feist : ......
Commander... I can see it.

Rockrock : Captain?

Feist : He might not actually be the same Bill we know.

Rockrock : But those wounds on his body... he got all those from saving me yesterday!

Feist : You said it yourself, Rockrock. The Sarkaz are masters of disguise, but we can't let ourselves be fooled.

Rockrock : But how...?

Feist : Look, I brought along the Metal Crab I was going to give to Bill.
See for yourself.

Bill : Ugh, when did this thing crawl onto me?

Feist : He didn't even spare it a glance. The only thing in his eyes is Miss Amiya. He's so proud of having deceived us that he's long forgotten... about the bond between us.

<Background 3>

Rockrock : ......

Bill : All because of this insignificant little machine?
Don't you think you're being a bit too hasty, Feist? Aren't we sworn blood brothers?

Feist : I've made a lot of hasty decisions these last few days.
Bill, my good man... if he were still around, he'd be ruthlessly making fun of me. I miss him. I miss him so much.
Whoever you are... Don't make me pry that mask off your face with my wrench.

Bill : Rockrock, are you going to break my heart, just like him?

Rockrock : I'll never turn my back on my family.
But you... you're acting less and less like him.
He would never talk like that. He would never try to manipulate us.

Bill : ...So you really don't think I'm the real Bill? Feist, are you really okay with that?
I'll have you know, if so, then that means your friend died in vain.

Feist : ......
Anyone else may have the right to say that, but you sure as hell don't!

Bill : Haha. You're pretty smart, but unfortunately for you...
It's too late.

<Background 7>

Manfred : Artilleryman, are you ready?

Sarkaz Warrior : Yes, General. The cannon is aimed at the target.

Manfred : Remember, we're leveling every single building except the train station and the tracks.

Sarkaz Warrior : Yessir!

Manfred : Increase the output to maximum.

Sarkaz Warrior : M-Maximum? That might blow right through to the structural levels–

Manfred : Did you hear what the Confessarius's Messenger said? In their eyes, this whole tract of land, including the factories above, is worth nothing to us.

Sarkaz Warrior : Then... Then, what about our people underneath...?

Manfred : Hoederer will guard the safe areas under the city walls.

Sarkaz Warrior : But what about–

Manfred : Uhh... Who do you think is heading underground to deal with the rebels?

Sarkaz Warrior : The Sanguinarch?

Manfred : As long as you get it. If these toys can take HIM out, I'd be... extremely surprised.
As for the other one...
I've been curious for a while now. If it came to an all-out battle with the Prince, who would come out on top?

<Background 3>

[Closure enters as the situation with the impostor escalates. ]

Closure : Thank goodness you're all here–
Huh? Why does it feel like I walked right into a fight about to break out?
Anyway Doctor, I sent up some drones like you requested– They're really about to resume! Th-They're pointing those cannons right at us!

Clovisia : Notify Heidi and Harmo. We're evacuating immediately.

Closure : Hold on, I'm getting a strong Originium reading! They're aiming at our current location!
We've only got ten seconds!
Nine–

Doctor : Spare us the countdown. / Run, now!

[The Londinium defense guns fire at Eartha's hideout, its location has been compromised thanks to the impostor. The blast cuts off the power to the hideout. ]

<Background black>

Bill? : –Why are you holding on to me?

Feist : You said it yourself, we're sworn blood brothers. I don't want to... pass judgment too hastily.

Rockrock : Captain... I don't think... I can carry the two of you...

Bill? : ......
I'll admit that you people are very... interesting.
Goodbye, Captain.
Goodbye, Rockrock.
Bill wanted you to live on. Those were his last words.

[The impostor lets go of Feist and Rockrock. ]

Operation story: 10-15

Before operation

Summary

In order to cover the Self-Salvation Corps' retreat, Amiya proposes to shut off the city defense artillery. On the way to the wall, Amiya and co once again run into Hoederer, and Feist brings out a little trick to allow Amiya and the Doctor to board the lift.

<Background 1>

[Clovisia asks for a sitrep to the Eartha partisans. ]

Clovisia : What's the situation?

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Areas D and E have been severely damaged, and the structures in other areas have sustained various degrees of damage as well!
Nineteen people have light injuries, with nobody seriously injured as of yet.
Fortunately, we followed the instructions given by you and the Doctor, and managed to move most of them to a safe area ahead of time––

Clovisia : No, nowhere's safe right now.
Everywhere around you is dangerous... Our entire stronghold has been completely exposed to the Sarkaz.
They're not going to stop until they've blasted this place into smithereens to make sure we have nowhere to hide.

[Rubbles fall close to Clovisia. ]

Clovisia : How much time do we have?

Closure : Thirty minutes. Uhh, maybe even less than that.
The nearby plates are pretty old, and if we take the power of the artillery we've seen before and multiply that by the theoretical maximum output value––
We won't even have thirty minutes before the structure above us collapses right onto our heads!

[More rubbles fall. ]

Clovisia : Let Harmo know and we'll start the train right away.

Amiya : Train?

Clovisia : You all should've seen it before. A few kilometers above us is a train station.

Amiya : I thought all the stations were occupied by the Sarkaz.

Clovisia : Then all we have to do is take that one back.
Now that the Sarkaz have cut off all our pathways to other boroughs, this is the last chance we have to evacuate Sudean.
Heidi, once we leave Sudean, do you have a way to keep us out of sight?

Heidi : Yes. I've been preparing for this.
Once we arrive at the next station, we'll have friends who will disguise us until we successfully enter Central Londinium.

Clovisia : Good.
The biggest question mark will be whether or not we can safely board the train––

Amiya : ......
Clovisia, how far are we from the city walls?

Clovisia : Very close, if we take the underground passages.

Amiya : I'd like to try climbing them from beneath.

Clovisia : Amiya, are you planning to...?

Amiya : We'll buy time for the Self-Salvation Corps to retreat.

<Background 2>

Manfred : Block all exits from the targeted plate and keep an eye on the train station. I don't want them crawling into the next gutter over.
Set up the motion-tracking ground targeting system. In case they still have some fight left in them and plan to escape through the surface via vehicle, we'll greet them with even more intense fire.
Strengthen the defenses of all points inside the city walls.
Also, change the control passwords for the defense artillery so no one but me can deactivate it.

[Someone who looked like Theresis himself walk towards Manfred. ]

??? : Good, you're taking adequate precautions.

Manfred : General?! You're here...?

Theresis : In a matter of moments, these pesky insects have nowhere to hide. The Londinium rebels will never again dare to poke their heads out.
More importantly, nobody will be able to go in and out of the dark passages we cannot see. The only thing the dukes outside will hear will be our hand-picked messages.
No one will interfere with our project's progress again.
Manfred, am I not welcome to share this moment of triumph with you?

Manfred : ......
Please do not mock me so, Your Highness.

Theresis? : Oh? You've gotten better than before. We hardly spoke five sentences, and you've already realized we are not Theresis.

Manfred : Your Highness... Whether or not His Majesty is willing to turn a blind eye to you, should you draw the attention of the Confessarii, they will surely petition His Majesty to restrict your movements.

Theresis? : Very well. As you said, the Military Commission cannot allow two men to call the shots––

[The Theresis look-alike transforms into an andrognyous humanoid, confirming that this entity are the shapeshifter who has been causing trouble to Rhodes Island-Eartha before. ]

??? : In that case, I'll shift to an appearance I'm more comfortable with.

Manfred : How unusual that you're willing to meet with me using the same appearance you take at the Royal Court.

??? : We vowed not to use the faces of the dead, so as to not scare you and your men.

Manfred : You came back sooner than expected.
Even though you helped us root out the rebels' den, they may still have an escape route I haven't found.
If you could uphold your end of the deal and follow them until every last rebel has fallen into our hands...

??? : Do you really think that Doctor can keep us hidden for so long?
More importantly, Manfred, you must not forget that we do not belong to you.

Manfred : ......
I was out of line. Please forgive me.

??? : Don't talk to us the same way you do to old pink-eyes. We've told you before, we won't fall for that drivel.

Manfred : As you wish, Your Highness.
Since you decided to come back ahead of time, did you find what you were looking for underground?

??? : Hmm... That "King of Sarkaz" is stronger than we thought, but is far from mature.
She knows little of what she is about to face. If we want to learn more about her, that will have to wait until she meets Her Majesty.

Manfred : You'd better not let the Confessarii hear those words.

??? : And why not?

Manfred : They'll think the Damazti Cluster of the Royal Court... had a change of heart.

??? : And why would you think that matters to us?
Manfred, we've already done what we promised you. You and the vampire can clean up the rest of the mess yourselves.
Oh, right... Next time we speak, pick an identity for us that is still alive.

<Background 1>

[Morgan reports to Siege. ]

Morgan : Vina, Amiya and the Doctor have already left.

Siege : Good.

Morgan : The first wave of Self-Salvation Corps forces are rushing towards the station above us.

Rockrock : Hurry, pick up the pace!

Morgan : Once they capture the station, injured troops and non-combatant civilians will be the first to board the train.

Heidi : Mr. Balin, can I trouble you and the medics to tend to the injured with restricted mobility? Everyone, please pay attention to the signal lights on both sides of the passage, and don't get lost!

Morgan : Most of the command structure will go with the injured and the civilians, except––

Clovisia : Have all our people entered the retreat channel?

[Rubbles fall. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : The integrity of the superstructure is continuing to erode! Commander, we have to get out of here quick!

Clovisia : As long as everyone's inside, I'll be right behind you!
12th, sitrep!

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Commander, the underground areas won't hold for much longer. Are enemies really still coming down?

Clovisia : Report!

[Rubbles fall again. ]

Morgan : Vina, should we go with Balin's group?

Siege : We're staying.

Morgan : Staying? You're going to stay here with Commander Clovisia?

Siege : I have a feeling... Maybe she's getting it too.
The strongest enemy... might not be above us right now.

<Background 3>

[Horn noticed that the Londinium defense guns are operational. ]

Horn : The cannons.

Robben : Horn, the defensive cannons are activating again! This time, they're targeting the plate closest to the city walls. From what I can tell, they're not aiming at us...

Horn : But there's no guarantee that the surrounding areas are safe.

[Londiniers run past Horn and her comrades... ]

Londinium Citizen : Run, hurry––

Londinium Citizen : Where's my daughter? Has anyone seen my daughter!

Horn : Look out!

[...right as the guns fire, which hits a nearby building. ]

Horn : Get inside the sturdiest building as quickly as you can! ––No, get away from the city walls, now!

Londinium Citizen : O-Okay...

[The Londiniers evacuate. ]

Horn : So this... is Londinium's defensive artillery.
Based on the current situation, it won't be long until the cannon fire penetrates the plate and destroys the base structure.

Robben : Those damned Sarkaz... Is this the moment they've been waiting for? Are they trying to destroy the city?

Horn : No. They've only activated a small number of cannons, and their targets are quite clear.
They're trying to eradicate us... and our friends.

Robben : Horn, what should we do?

Horn : Among the soldiers who came back with us yesterday, how many of them were originally part of the city's defense forces garrisoned here?
Call them over. Bring the best equipment we've got.
Tell them–– it's time to take back these walls from the Sarkaz.

<Background 4>

[Amiya, Doctor, Closure, and Feist runs through the tube network. ]

Feist : We're almost there.

[Rubbles fall. ]

Closure : Careful, don't trip and fall––
Are you hanging in there?

Feist : *sigh*... It's hard to say.

Closure : Yeah, I know where you're coming from.
I've also made the big mistake of trusting people I shouldn't.
After that, for an entire month, it took everything I had to force myself to keep going.
As soon as I stopped, I... Well, I'd feel like I couldn't look Amiya in the eye.

Feist : Well, the battle's not over yet.
People don't have enough time to catch their breaths. It'd be too much of a luxury for me to mourn or wallow in self-doubt.

Amiya : Mr. Feist, do you need help? I can calm you down.

Feist : How? Is that some sort of Originium Arts?

Amiya : Something like that.

Feist : So... do you also help your men with psychological treatment, under normal circumstances?

Amiya : If the operator thinks it's necessary.

Feist : Ugh...

Doctor : Relax. Amiya's looking out for all of you. / Amiya won't see our people become cold war machines.

Amiya : Mr. Feist, did I come off the wrong way?

Feist : No, no, that's not it. I was just thinking you have some truly amazing Arts.
Even in a big place like Londinium, I've hardly seen anything like them before.
Miss Amiya, I appreciate your kindness. But, I don't think I'm ready to drive that scene out of my head so quickly.

Closure : Then we'll just have to get right back to work.

Feist : Let's do it.

Closure : The drones are showing that the defense structure layer above us is... very thick.

Amiya : Can it be blown up?

Closure : Not likely. If Londinium's defenses could get blown up so easily... Well, let's just say, we would've stormed the Shard yesterday.

Doctor : You'll find a way. / I believe in you, Closure.

Closure : I appreciate that, Doctor. You sure know how to twist your employees' arms.
Hmm... I've finished scanning the lift, and as long as you guys can open up enough of a gap for me to push the drone through, I should be able to hack into the lift and take control of it.
Of course, you'll have to find a bigger gap to get yourselves up first.
Doctor, don't you think you should send a signal and call Misery over?

Doctor : He has work to do.

Closure : Fine, I guess we'll have to do it ourselves.

[Rubbles fall again. ]

Closure : Maybe the locals over here can give me some inspiration.

Feist : If you can locate the support structure and apply an extremely strong external force, you might be able to open a little seam...

Closure : Someone's rapidly approaching our location!

Amiya : Did the Sarkaz expect us to find a way to climb up the wall?

Closure : Who cares about that? I'll have the drone pack some Originium explosives!
Feist, calculate the position. I'll think of some way to amplify the explosive effect––

[Amiya realized that... ]

Amiya : He's here!

[...prompting her to ready her Arts... ]

Amiya : ....Hoederer.

[...as Hoederer reveals himself before the group. ]

Hoederer : We meet again, leader of Rhodes Island.

Amiya : What happened to W...?

Hoederer : Are you sure you should be worrying about her right now? I heard you folks were short on time.

Amiya : I'm willing to set aside whatever happened between you two. As well as... what happened at Chernobog, with Scout...
But, Mr. Mercenary, if you intend on standing in our way, I'll cut you down without mercy.

Hoederer : For any mercenary, dying at the hands of Her Majesty's heir would be a great honor.

Closure : You'd better hurry up, Amiya!
The bomb I planted just started ticking down––
One minute! That's all the time we've got!

[Rubbles fall again. ]

Amiya : I'll stop Hoederer...

Feist : No... Miss Amiya, let me handle this mercenary.

Amiya : Mr. Feist?

Feist : I've found the support column. Plus, I have a plan, though I don't know how solid it is... If it works out, you and the Doctor need to seize the opportunity to get up the wall.

[Rubbles fall again. ]

Hoederer : I know you, young warrior.
I also know that look in your eyes. The weight of everything you've lost has finally begun to set in, and you've lost your ability to trust in the soundness of your own decisions.

Feist : Lost?
Sorry, but even if I had the time, I'm not interested in a heart-to-heart with a butcher.
Over here––!

Hoederer : Another smoke bomb?
Even if I'm short a usable arm, your little tricks won't work on me.

[Hoederer slices through the smokescreen with his sword. ]

Feist : Come on, Sarkaz. Give me your worst!
Let me taste your sword, your machete, whatever weapons you've got on you––

Hoederer : Trying to draw me away? Not a very sensible strategy.
Empty bravado with no self-awareness isn't going to buy you any miracles.
Even if all your men were here, you wouldn't stand a chance against me.

[Hoederer slashes Feist. ]

Feist : Ugh...

Hoederer : Pretty ugly run there. Without help, you're going to bleed out soon enough.
After all, you're just a craftsman... You and your men wave around wrenches and hammers, and hope that is enough to hold back Sarkaz blades tempered by centuries of war?
Beg the King of Sarkaz for help. Have her deal with me.

Feist : The King of Sarkaz?
What... are you talking about...?
Sarkaz... You're the ones who brought war to Londinium.
This is a war between us!

Closure : Thirty seconds!

Doctor : Amiya, focus your energy.

Amiya : Hold on tight, Doctor!
Mr. Feist, I need your location––

[Feist throws out a metal crab-shaped drone at Hoederer... ]

Feist : Mercenary... Are you seeing this?

Hoederer : Another flashy toy? Stop resisting. You can't fool me.

[...which he promptly slashes, only for it to release a smokescreen... ]

Feist : Sure, you're right––

[...as Feist releases more of the drones... ]

Feist : Please, one last push!

[...although Hoederer easily slice them apart. ]

Hoederer : A metal crab? A mechanical toy? What's your play here? Quit screwing around.

Feist : No, that's the most important thing you've taken from me.
I've never fought alone...
Look, Old Bill helped me out again. It's all thanks to your paranoia, mercenary.

Hoederer : My paranoia? You...
You're using my––!

Feist : Ha... Haha! Do you finally get it now?
Every time you swung your blade at me... you were carving your path to defeat!

Closure : Amiya, Hoederer cut through the structural layer!
Hurry, take aim! The bomb's about to blow!
Three... Two... One––

[Amiya fires the zipline just as Closure's bomb detonates. ]

Amiya : Hrrgh––

Closure : It's been split open! That's a big enough gap! Alright, you're up, drone––
The lift is ours now!

Amiya : Doctor, let's head up!

Closure : Feist, are you hanging in there? Grab onto the zipline, and we'll head up after them––

Hoederer : You're not going anywhere!

Feist : Closure, have any more explosives?

Closure : Yeah, catch!

Hoederer : You...

Feist : Thanks for the hand, mercenary.

[Feist uses the explosives to distract Hoederer as he and the rest escapes to the lift through the zipline. ]

Operation story: 10-16

After operation

Summary

Siege, who stayed behind to help the Self-Salvation Corps' retreat, along with Clovisia's forces, are pursued by the Sarkaz Sanguinarch.

<Background 1>

[A Victorian Army officer is arguing with a Kazdelian Sarkaz soldier. ]

Victorian Officer : Do we... Do we need to keep increasing our reload rate?
Are you seriously trying to eradicate every mobile plate in the city?

Sarkaz Warrior : Got a problem with the general's orders?

Victorian Officer : I... I'm just concerned that bombardment on this scale will have an effect on the walls...
Nothing like this has ever happened before. If Londinium wants to swap out plates inside the city, we'd simultaneously have to shift around the walls...

Sarkaz Warrior : Didn't ask.
Are you going to obey, or are you going to die? Those are your only two options.

Victorian Officer : I...

[The Sarkaz soldier draws his sword... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : What's the matter?

[...as Horn reveals herself... ]

Horn : I think he still has a third option.

[...and the officer attacks the Sarkaz soldier... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : You––! Urgh...

[...killing him. ]

Horn : Can you still stand, Captain?

Victorian Officer : I... I'll be alright. Who are you?

Horn : An old battle buddy.

Sarkaz Warrior : Over here! Someone snuck in!

Horn : –

Sarkaz Warrior : This shield? Where the hell did Victorian soldiers come from––

[Horn takes out the Sarkaz soldiers with her hand cannon. ]

Horn : It feels pretty nice to use a weapon I'm familiar with.
Captain, can this model of cannon... take out the control system of the city defense artillery?

Victorian Officer : No... It's not possible...

Horn : I was expecting as much.

Rescued Soldier : Horn, we've mopped up the Sarkaz outside!

Horn : Make sure to thank Mr. Misery again on my behalf.
Captain, is there any other way to deactivate the artillery?

Victorian Officer : ......

Horn : No need for the long face. You've been praying that we'd come.
After all, you didn't even cover up your old ID from the city defense forces.

Victorian Officer : This is just a blunder. The Sarkaz... won't kill me over something like this yet.

Horn : But if you help us, you'll be put to death?

Victorian Officer : And my family too.
They'll get dragged in. The Sarkaz can kill them off at any time.

Horn : I understand.

[Horn orders one of her comrades. ]

Horn : Carle, put your sights on this traitor.

Rescued Soldier : Um, Lieutenant... Where am I supposed to aim...?

Victorian Officer : Here. At my heart.
If I die... Perhaps only then, the Sarkaz will forget about me, and stop haunting my family.

Horn : ......
If you've made up your mind, we'll work with you.

Victorian Officer : Alright. Thank you, Lieutenant.
If you want to turn off the cannons, there are only two ways.
One, is to have the Sarkaz general stop them himself... The other, is to completely destroy the control room.

Horn : For the first method to work, we'll have to defeat Manfred.

Victorian Officer : That's right. As for the second option... We don't have enough firepower. And besides... Are you prepared to tear down a cornerstone of Londinium's walls with your own hands?

Horn : ......
I know it's what we should do.
What about you, Captain? Are you prepared?

Victorian Officer : I've been waiting for this moment... for a long time.

[Horn fires at the officer before he could do something against her, but missing his vitals and incapacitating him. ]

Rescued Soldier : Lieutenant, you missed.

Horn : Bloody hell, I suppose my hand slipped.
Help him down the lift. Whether he lives or dies... should be in his own hands.
Too much has happened on these walls today. We don't need to add another traitor.

Rescued Soldier : What about us? Should we head up as well?

Horn : Let's go. We're going to pay Manfred another visit.

<Background 2>

[The elevator is taking the Doctor, Amiya, Closure, and Feist to the surface. ]

Closure : Woah, this lift is going up way too fast––

Feist : L-Let's not talk right now... or I might vomit all over the Doctor.
After all, we've been dragged several hundred meters via zipline...

Doctor : Don't do that again. / You'll get used to it.

Amiya : Everyone catch your bearings? Enemies are approaching!

[Sarkaz soldiers rushed to the elevator's exit. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : We've got more intruders here! Report to the general immediately!

Doctor : Amiya, intercept the attack!

[Amiya uses her Arts to protect the group from the Sarkaz soldiers' attack. ]

Doctor : We'll catch up to the runner.

Amiya : Closure, we need to find some way of shutting down those cannons––
If that means we have to take out Manfred, we'd better make it quick.
The longer we take, the more the remaining Self-Salvation Corps on the ground will be at risk.

<Background 3>

[The injured Hoederer rises up... ]

Hoederer : *cough* *cough*...... *cough* *cough* *cough*...

[...as a familiar woman shows up. ]

??? : To think you'd get blasted like this by a boy who's barely seen a fight... What an embarrassment you are.

Hoederer : Even a tiny metal crab, when backed into a corner... will pinch your hand.

??? : You'd better hope Manfred buys your story.

Hoederer : You shouldn't be here. It's too risky.

??? : So you'd rather lean against rubble gasping for breath than let me lend you a hand?

Hoederer : *wheeze*... If you wanted to hold me up... the other side would be better.
Thanks to her, I can't move this arm anymore.

??? : You ran into her. What did you think?

Hoederer : Well, she noticed "Her Highness."

??? : Then, she...

Hoederer : Didn't change at all.

??? : You're positive? We all saw what she was like back then.
Even when she was chasing down those assassins, her body riddled with wounds, could she have imagined... that Her Majesty wasn't dead?

Hoederer : She's not the volatile, impulsive mercenary she used to be.

??? : So, she's getting even crazier?

Hoederer : Who can say?
The truth is in front of us. She snuck into Londinium by herself and didn't toss a single bomb for two weeks. Not even Manfred noticed her.
The way she was before, she would've rushed straight into Westhaleg and buried a hundred landmines under Theresis's throne before getting herself killed by Confessarii.
I can reasonably assume she's formed some wiser plans with those folks from Babel... Or rather, Rhodes Island.

??? : You almost traded your life away just to make sure of that? Aren't you playing it a bit too fast-and-loose?

Hoederer : Manfred's underlings always have eyes on me. This was the only safe way we could meet.

??? : Too bad for Schwab...

Hoederer : He made his peace the moment he sided with W.
Or should I say... We've all made our peace.

??? : I sure hope so.

Hoederer : Who's there?

??? : I smell... Confessarius!

[A Confessarius Guard shows up. ]

Confessarius Guard : I told Manfred you can't be trusted.
Hoederer, did you really think you could hide your clever little gestures from our eyes?

Hoederer : This is all a misunderstanding.

Confessarius Guard : Oh? Unfortunately for you, you won't have another chance to twist words around in front of the leader and the Regent.
You don't need to pretend to bow your head anymore. Pick up your sword and revel in your last battle, mercenary.

Hoederer : If that... is an order, then...

[The Guard strikes at Hoederer, who can't defend himself due to his injuries... ]

Confessarius Guard : You are powerless.
You can't hope to protect your companions.
Not a single shadow here... can escape my eyes.

[...allowing the Guard to slashes him. ]

??? : Hoederer...

Hoederer : Run!

??? : No, you're not giving the orders here. It cost us a lot to come this far––

Hoederer : Even more reason why we can't both die here!

Confessarius Guard : Worry not. I'll execute both of you here, together.
You may take a moment to decide who goes first––

[Suddenly the Guard is stabbed by someone from behind... ]

Confessarius Guard : Nngh?!

[...killing him. ]

Hoederer : He went down... without a struggle?
You... It's you.

[Ascalon reveals herself as the one who saves Hoederer. ]

Ascalon : He got too cocky.
No one can claim to master all shadows. Infinite possibilities lie where the eyes cannot perceive.

Hoederer : *cough*... *cough* *cough* *cough*...

Ascalon : Hurry, get out of here. If you want to live, return to the sunlight.

Hoederer : What about you?

Ascalon : I still have other things to do.
I'll have you know... Confessarii underlings aren't the only ones here.

<Background fades out and in>]

[The defense guns fires close to the Eartha hideout, the shock causing rubble to fall. ]

Clovisia : What's that sound?

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Commander, the metal structure behind us just fell––

Clovisia : That's not all...

Siege : He's here.

Clovisia : You feel it too?

Morgan : Vina, I didn't hear anything except the sound of shelling.

Siege : The sound of his heartbeat disappeared.

Morgan : What?

Siege : Run!!!

[Realizing a mortal danger is imminent, Siege and the Eartha partisans immediately run away. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Clovisia : We've lost contact with the 12th––

Siege : They've all been sacrificed.

Clovisia : Yes...
Their voices completely vanished.

Siege : These... pitch-black pipes should amplify any and all sounds.
Breathing or footsteps, the clacking of a metal crab crawling through the pipe, or the rumble of machinery––
These pipes will record the vibrations of any signs of life.
And in an instant... all of those voices were devoured.

Morgan : You mean to say, this darkness behind us––

Siege : Is all the life it has devoured.

Clovisia : Just like what happened at that banquet three months ago.
Engineering team, close the first safety lock!

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Yes, Commander!

[The Eartha partisans seal the door. ]

Clovisia : Miss Siege, you've... got sharp senses.
Are you familiar with Londinium's underground structure?
I remember Feist saying... you're from around these parts?

Siege : I've... only been here once.
But I've heard a lot of stories about these pipes.

Clovisia : A hundred years ago, a terrible fire ripped through the heart of Londinium. Only the royal family and a few nobles managed to escape the flames.
After that, a legend began to circulate that a magic circle was hidden beneath the palace that could allow the royal family to escape any disaster.
When I first heard that story, I couldn't help but wonder... would our royal family also use these very same pipes for their escape?

Siege : Hmm... The story I heard was very similar to your version.

Clovisia : The workers who built Londinium, the posh aristocrats and nobles, and the royal family itself–– are all forced to take the same route during times of crises.
That already is a story that writes itself.

[Something is trying to break through the sealed door. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Commander, the safety lock is starting to give!

Siege : This door cannot hold him back.

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Are you serious? This door's thickness can withstand seven or eight salvos from an armored vehicle!

Siege : Retreat! Fall back!

「With a sharp, earsplitting noise, a fissure appears in the middle of the metal door.
Under the tearing and folding of the tremendous force behind the door, the thick metal sheet seems thinner than paper. The fissure continues to grow, the dark void behind it like a monstrous, abyssal maw. 」

Clovisia : Close the second safety lock!

[An Eartha partisan heads to seal the second door. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Understoo–– Arrrgh!!

「The door slams shut with a heavy thud, but the person sealing the door suddenly slips. Before he has a chance to scream, something invisible drags him into the shadows behind the door.
A smudge of blood seeps through the door's crack.
But not even the pool of blood is allowed to escape. In an instant, the shadows lurch through the door and instantly devour half the passageway.
Another massive roar rings out, though it is unclear whether it came from overhead or behind.
The pipe shudders, and the shadow's edge blurs like a predator's mouthparts, extending to latch onto its prey's ankle. 」

Siege : I... I've also heard of another story.
During a battle two hundred years ago, the Victorian Army joined forces with two other nations to lay siege to a city called Kazdel.
One night, an entire army of heavily-armed troops disappeared in the valley where they were stationed.
The count who had dispatched the army sent men to investigate their whereabouts, but only saw the crimson of the setting sun reflected against the mountain walls.
And as everyone remembered, that day... the sun had not come out at all.

Clovisia : The third safety lock––

[Whatever that kills the Eartha partisans try to breach the second door. ]

Siege : Is this... the last one?

「Clovisia doesn't answer her.
Just like her answer... Devoured by the monster flooding through the pipes. 」

Operation story: 10-17

Before operation

Summary

Atop the wall, Amiya and Manfred do battle, and Horn leads a group of Victorian soldiers to assist Amiya by stalling Manfred in his tracks.

<Background 1>

[Manfred shows up before Amiya, the Doctor, Feist, and Closure. ]

Manfred : So you're here.

Amiya : ...Manfred?

Manfred : It seems the Duq'arael will be greatly disappointed. He detests dark, damp places the most, yet went into the rebels' subterranean nest to seize you personally.
He must surely have caught up to your friends by now. One wonders if the cries from underground will carry so far up this tower–

Feist : You wicked... wicked...

Manfred : Wicked devil?
No, I don't admire his methods whatsoever. The rebels who died to my cannon fire are far luckier than the ones suffering his torment.

Feist : You're both just the same!

Manfred : In your eyes, maybe so. Whenever you use "devil" and such to refer to us all, it shows that fear and hatred have long clouded your eyes.
The Victorians regard the Sarkaz as a collective of barbarians reveling in slaughter.
Those who thought like that are now either kneeling before the throne, or are now pale skeletons dried upon the city walls.

Amiya : You, and Theresis... the army you've led has devastated this city.
No matter how you claim you and the vampire are different, you're both invaders here, hands dripping with blood.

Manfred : You seem to misunderstand, Cautus of Rhodes Island.
I'm not solely drawing lines between myself and the Prince of Blood–yes, in a certain respect, his predilections disgust me.
But I, like him, do not work the way all the kings of the Court do.
When they stand in front of you, they see Her Majesty's successor, and they may treat you with skepticism, curiosity or disgust for it.

Amiya : You're...
I can only feel vigilance from you.

Manfred : Yes, Cautus. I simply see you–as a dangerous enemy.

[Manfred unleashes an Arts attack at Amiya and co. to send them off the walls. ]

Feist : –Did he just toss a grenade at us?

Amiya : Hold onto the wall!
It's his Arts... he's using Arts energy to make shockwaves, he's trying to throw us off the city!

Feist : Ugh... can't stand straight–it's like every part of the ground's erupting...

Closure : The drones can't get near him! Any closer at all and they lose balance–

Amiya : Everyone... get behind me!
Hrrgh––

Closure : A–Amiya, are his Arts fusing with yours?

Amiya : He's deliberately narrowed and sharpened his attack. He's breaking down the energy layers I form...

Closure : What?! You were able to resist a Draco's flames, though!

Doctor : He's familiar with our combat style. / His Arts are targeted at Amiya.

Amiya : ......

Manfred : I knew full well you'd come. You think I'd just sit here waiting for you?

[Manfred uses something to deflect Arts projectiles at Amiya and co.. ]

Feist : There–There goes another one! It's not just the ground, it's, it's above us, wherever red flashes by, it explodes in midair–
Miss Amiya, can't... can't you use mental Arts?
Can you try and just cram his head with some kind of rubbish?

Amiya : No.
He's too well-defended, and he's too calm. I can feel the edges of his emotions, but... but right now, his heart only thirsts for victory.

Doctor : He's stalling for time.

Amiya : Yes... his mind isn't set on this battle.
He's just waiting for the vampire and defense artillery to destroy the resistance!

Manfred : Stalling for time? Decent conjecture.
{nickname}, I've always been more intrigued by you than that Cautus who lucked into the power of the King.
You've faced graver circumstances than this on the battlefield–the choices you make always seem to be the ones more beneficial to the whole.
Please, tell me, what are you about to do next?
Will you expend all your efforts here to kill me and eliminate a long-term threat, or think of some other way to get around me and save those Victorians below?

<Background 2>

[The passage up ahead collapses. ]

Londinium Citizen : Uwaaagh!

Heidi : Mr. Balin, what's happening up ahead?

Rhodes Island Operator : Partial collapse in the passageway! Three fighters couldn't escape in time–

Heidi : ......
Route around it! We're pressing on.
Remember, no matter who we lose on this journey, the rest of us cannot stop.

<Background 3>

[Rockrock and some Eartha partisans spotted a train guarded by Sarkaz soldiers. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Up, quick, do you see that train?
The Sarkaz haven't found us yet, from the looks of it. Let's think of a way to blend in there, and grab the controls–

Rockrock : Harmo, watch out!!

[The Eartha partisan is gunned down by the Sarkaz soldiers. ]

Rockrock : ......

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Sarkaz Crossbowman! They've ambushed us!
Rockrock, one step out and we'll get hit! Best we run back underground!

Rockrock : Going back's... riskier still.
The Commander says our only chance is to get the train moving before the Sarkaz destroy the space underground.

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : But Harmo...

Rockrock : Captain Harmo gave his life.
I'm in charge now.
Listen. We have to start the train immediately after we interrupt their shelling.
If I fall, then it's down to the next one–even if just one man's left in the end, we have to get him out of here!

<Background 2>

[Something, or someone, almost breaches through the sealed door. ]

Morgan : I think this door's almost a lost cause, isn't it?

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Commander, we'll hold them off!

Siege : Don't. You can't.

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Ha, ha... you think we don't know that, Rhodes Islander?
Men of the 13th, with me!

[The Eartha partisans head back to the door... ]

Indra : Hey, you're running backwards! Don't be daft–

[...and had it surrounded. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : The–The door's down!
Shoot, shoot! Blow 'em up! Everyone go! We're taking that monster down with us!

[The partisans open fire at whatever behind the door, but their shots are not working against him... ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Ugh... uaargh–!

[...as Siege felt the great danger is approaching... ]

Siege : He's... here.

[...and sounds of blood flowing and flesh turning inside-out can be heard from behind the smoke. ]

「The smoke clears, and a figure emerges from the end of the jet-black tunnel.
This monster brandishes no claws, has no twisted limbs, bears no sharp fangs nor keen incisors, nor grows any extraneous feelers.
He seems like nothing more than a young noble whose picture could be in the papers, one who'd speak frankly about Londinium's political and economical situation.
If only... the ground below his feet was not soaked in fresh blood. 」

??? : What a terrible smell. Your men fight rather too dirty.

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Monster...
Don't... Don't you think of getting near the commander...
M–My hand? Nothing even touched–agh!

[The figure, who turned out to be the dreaded Duq'arael of the Vampires, turns the surviving Eartha partisans into nothing but bloody mess with his sanguine Arts as they scream in agony. ]

??? : Hah... now, this scent's much cozier.
I wouldn't mind... using the only thing of worth in your bodies to give the floor a wash.

「The vampire airily lifts a finger, as if holding up a crystal chalice, or following the pulse of a piece of music.
The shadows leap up from beneath him, latching onto the soldiers' bodies, winding about their limbs.
What chilling screams follow are drowned entirely under the liquid that bursts forth.
The concentrated iron reek boring into nasal cavities. Bright red overflowing wherever one looks.
This is the instant the people stood at the tunnel's other end realize...
What chased them was no shadow at all. It was running blood, as thick as could be. 」

<Background 2>

Indra : Is this... how Warfarin and Closure used to look?

Morgan : That's the first thing that pops into your mind?!

Indra : Well, what the hell do you want me to think? It's better than being stark terrified, innit?

Morgan : Run! Run like hell!

[The Duq'arael grabs an unfortunate Eartha partisan... ]

??? : Where is the "King of Sarkaz?"

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : What are you–

??? : I come so far, go to all this trouble for an audience with her, and she cowers behind you frail little creatures, not even daring to meet me?

[...and uses his Arts on him in anger... ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Agh–!

[...killing him. ]

Siege : ...Amiya.
He's here for Amiya.

Morgan : You mean that King whatever he said? You're sure that's Amiya? Isn't Amiya a Cautus?

Siege : Forget it, it's not important.

Morgan : But Amiya's not here...

Siege : That's good.

Morgan : Um, fair. Even she might not cope best with this monster of a thing.
Wonder if her and the Doctor've almost won... *sigh* What am I thinking? Even if they can shut the city artillery down, we're about to be torn to scraps here.
Vina, what's our plan?

Siege : Run.
I don't want to... and I CAN'T die here.

[Siege and the others run away as someone speaks from nowhere. ]

So run, Vina.
Run into the darkness before you. Don't think.
These tunnels will take you anywhere you wish to go.

<Background 1>

[Amiya uses her Arts to protect the group from Manfred's relentless Arts attack. ]

Amiya : We can't keep this deadlock up anymore.
Doctor, step back.
I'm going to condense stronger energy. I have to defeat Manfred as quickly as possible.

Doctor : No.

Amiya : Doctor, please trust me. I've matured a lot since the last time I removed my inhibitors.
I knew I wouldn't let myself fall, just as we entered Londinium.

Doctor : He's hoping you'll do this.

[Manfred intensifies his Arts attack. ]

Amiya : Ugh... his energy is densifying! It's like... like a net, from head, to toe... it's everywhere!
The air's... full of invisible Originium crystals! He's scattering them as beacons for his attacks!

Feist : No wonder! It's like invisible drones are throwing bombs all about!

Amiya : Mr. Feist, you and Closure have to get away... if you get caught up, there'll be nowhere to hide!

[Amiya tries to disrupt Manfred's Arts with her own Arts. ]

Manfred : You can use more strength than that, Cautus.

Amiya : I'm forcing my Arts... against this energy flow...

Manfred : Savor it. I formed this cage myself.

Amiya : Am I less able to shake it... the more I struggle?

Manfred : Cautus, you said my mind wasn't set on this battle with you. You were only half correct.
I'll deliver you bound before Her Majesty. The Sarkaz in Londinium... are loath to see an outblood flaunting her borrowed power from the King.

Amiya : I can't, and I don't want to command them.

[Amiya intensifies her Arts. ]

Manfred : Of course you can't.

Amiya : But they shouldn't be commanded by Theresis either.
When I stayed in Kazdel, I saw so many Sarkaz warriors. Plenty of them were mercenaries. After that, at Chernobog... I met them again.
Even when they were being exploited by Talulah, at least they knew who their enemy in each battle was, and knew they were giving up their lives for a future.
But now? You've trapped them inside a foreign city. Ever since the moment I came, I've sensed their frustration, their anxiety, their bewilderment...

Manfred : You read my warriors' emotions?

[Manfred intensifies his Arts. ]

Amiya : The net's... tightening? Are you angry?

Manfred : Cautus, has anyone ever told you you're too conceited? You're no more than an Infected. You've never experienced for yourself what truly constitutes a Sarkaz life.
You simply sit on the side and watch. What makes you think you can truly comprehend our pain, our resentment?!

Amiya : It's true, I might not be able to comprehend.
But... the fire that blazes in your hearts, it's burned since the distant past into the present, from the first razing of Kazdel to today in Londinium, and even now, it's still within me.
It burns. It burns incomparably true, truer than any illusion that words or Arts could conjure.

Manfred : Say your piece as you please, Infected.
I know how this power of yours originates.
Once a lie is spun, it will not be any less of a lie, no matter how convinced the liar is of it.

Amiya : Sarkaz, Infected...
No matter how you identify each one of us, we're all just ordinary people wanting to live through the unjust circumstances we're put in.
But Theresis has brought everyone into a hopeless war–look at the Victorian dukes' armies outside the city.
All it takes is for them to point their lances the same way–it could be Kazdel, it could be Londinium, but all that awaits the Sarkaz then is ruin.
No matter what you're using to spur them on–bloodlines, authority, renown... it's those that are the total lies!

[Amiya succeeded in disrupting Manfred's Arts. ]

Manfred : When did you reform your energy and make some scant space?
I was not wrong, Cautus.
–You are very dangerous.
Your power, your speech... It may be unable to shake our mightiest soldiers, but it certainly brings our enemies the delusion of hope. I don't want them struggling any further.
You have no choice but to stop here. I won't ever let you enter this city again–

Amiya : But I will crush flat this cage of yours!

??? : Cage? I'm not even sure it lives up to that.

Amiya : Huh...?

Manfred : Someone's altering the density of my Arts?
Wait, it's you again...

[Misery reveals himself. ]

Misery : Doctor, am I a little late here?
Finding a route through Londinium's city walls, well... that's tough, even for me.
Lucky I found a few outstanding helpers.

Doctor : Appreciated. Thank you, Misery.
Amiya, we're switching battlefields. / Closure, position drones. / Feist, zipline.
And now, we jump.

<Background fades out>

「Minutes before... 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background fades in>

Closure : Doctor, I've locked onto Manfred.
Uh, barely anybody's with him...

Doctor : He's not scared of us approaching him.

Closure : You think he's overpowered? He looks like he eats fights for breakfast. Maybe Theresis taught him a bunch of moves.
Can we seriously pound him into stopping the artillery like a good boy with just five minutes?
No, scratch that, no I in this we. At this point, you can't count me and Feist as part of your combat force. Throwing Logistics guys into this fray'd be a hell of a way to waste lives.
Amiya, you're all we've got...

Amiya : Manfred is a powerful enemy.
But we've faced powerful enemies to come all this way... and we'll surely face more still.

Doctor : Amiya, you keep all of Manfred's attention. / Closure, Feist, ready our retreat from the tower. / The one we're waiting for is almost here.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background fades out and in>

Manfred : Reprising old tricks? Did you really think I'd let you all escape a second time?

「A thread of energy comes rushing in, as if it's locked onto some position in the air.
You almost feel the point of that sword slice at the tip of your feet.
Until a shield comes down in front of you all. 」

[Horn shows up. ]

??? : Drop any thoughts of pursuing them, Sarkaz.
Your fight is right here.

Manfred : ......
White Wolf. I didn't imagine you would come face me again.
So this passage is bidirectional, what a surprise. You sent them away, and brought yourself in at the same time?

Horn : It wasn't me... It was us.

「Behind Horn, a soldier stands up.
And then a second, and then a third.
And now over a dozen Victorian soldiers block the Sarkaz general's way.
All of them, camouflages dropped.
They wear a dizzying array of different uniforms, the majority scarred in the roiling flames of war, some covered in mud and cobweb, some splattered by the blood of their own comrades.
Their weapons are just as motley, some still holding regulation swords, some instead toting self-fashioned crossbows.
But their faces all bear an identical vigor.
This time, they stand firm or fall once and for all. They will never retreat. 」

<Background 1>

Manfred : A gaggle of leftover forces thinks they can beat me?

Horn : –

[Horn fires at Manfred, who guarded it. ]

Manfred : You aren't fit to fight me, even with a weapon.
Have you forgotten you owe your last escape from my grasp entirely to that Rhodes Island Sarkaz meddler?

Horn : You can stop checking all around, Sarkaz.
When you don't respect your opponent on the battlefield, you're the first to fall.

[Horn fires again at Manfred... ]

Manfred : Your blabbering may well be more stubborn than your shield.

[...who retaliates with his Arts attack. ]

Horn : Hrrgh––
Watch the enemy's attack angle! Assemble behind me!

Manfred : I wasn't planning to eliminate you, but I didn't know you would be so eager to hold your own funeral.
Here I thought you'd have some level of tactical prowess, White Wolf.
You bring a platoon of wounded men to resist me, and have your soldiers give up their lives one after another? Is this your so-called professional spirit?

Horn : Don't... forget where you're stood right now.
This is the city wall of Londinium.
Don't go assuming you've already conquered her, Sarkaz.

[The Victorian soldiers fire at Manfred before standing with Horn. ]

Horn : –See for yourself.
We're still right here.

After operation

Summary

Amiya and the Doctor blow up the defense artillery control room atop the wall. Siege starts up a Royal Family escape route below, leading the Self-Salvation Corps free of the Duq'arael's grasp. En route on their evacuation, Amiya sees Theresa in the ruins.

<Background 1>

[Horn and her fellow Victorian Army soldier engages Manfred and his Sarkaz soldiers, but suffers heavy casualties. ]

Manfred : You're already down to your last few men.
On any past battlefield, Victoria would've needed at least two or more Steam Knights in order to hold me off.
But look at yourselves now–
You're just a bunch of plain soldiers.

Horn : –Hold formation!
Those who still have energy in your shields! Stand together with me!
Snipers, sustain fire, pin him!

Robben : Yes, Captain!

Horn : I've said it before–no matter how strong he is, he's still just a flesh-and-blood Sarkaz Infected. His Arts have a limit!

Manfred : You want to wait until I cast my body dry?
You'll never live to see me exhaust my strength.

[Manfred uses his Arts attack... ]

Victorian Soldier : Ugh!

[...fatally injuring one of Horn's comrades. ]

Horn : Blake!

Victorian Soldier : Horn, take my sword–

Horn : –Got it.

Manfred : When they fall, they turn their gazes to you, still with hope.
I never thought I'd see such brilliance in Londinium again.
But how much longer can this fragile light persist?

Robben : Horn!

[Robben is hit by Manfred's Arts attack... ]

Horn : ...Robben?

Robben : *pant*... *pant*... No cause for alarm... falling here... just returning... returning... back to Londinium's land.

[...and seemingly dies. ]

Horn : ......
Sarkaz!!!

[Horn barrages Manfred with the remaining shells in her hand cannon. ]

Manfred : You fired all of your remaining ammunition at once?
Well done. You've stopped me in my tracks for the first time.
But after this, you're out of tricks.
After you watch your comrades die one by one, will you lose the will to fight too, White Wolf?

[Horn grows uneasy. ]

Horn : ......

<Background fades out>

Rita.
I can understand how disappointed you are in your father.
Yes, a soldier's blood flows through my body.
But just as Victoria invented steam trains, yet only decades later abandoned steam–
Modern Victoria has taken off the crown meant for people to lift their gazes at, and no longer needs soldiers like your great-grandmother or me to fight for her.
There'll come a day the White Wolf, together with the Lion Padishah he accompanied, will be no more than indistinct images left in the history books.
Your father's taken note of that. He's ground down his own sharp claws so the family isn't torn apart by the tides of the ages.
But you're different.
You grow in a changing Victoria.
Rita Skamandros, you won't need to fight a landtrotter's campaign in the name of the Aslan King.
But Victoria is still your home.

<Background fades in>

Horn : Sarkaz... So long as you occupy our cities, I will always have a reason to fight.
My desire to defeat you is shared with every Victorian.

Manfred : Your shield is of little use now.

Horn : I still have a sword.

Manfred : Your sword... heh, common as could be.
You want to battle me with a sword like this?

Horn : *huff*... Don't underestimate it, or me.
You're so fond of remembering... the Steam Knights...
When you take off the armor that Victoria forged them...
They turn out just to be–

[Horn charges at Manfred... ]

Horn : Victorians!

[...and strikes him with her sword. ]

<Background 4>

[Amiya and co. managed to enter the defense gun battery. ]

Feist : We actually... got inside? Why has this wall turned so soft?

Closure : Not bad! For an instant back there, I thought I was gonna get my head painted over Londinium's walls!

Amiya : It was Misery's Arts. He wouldn't see us hurt.

Misery : Right... Kal'tsit told me your brain was an important asset to Rhodes Island.

Closure : My hands don't come cheap either, c'mon!
After that, I'm never asking to hitchhike with you again... Blaze carrying me everywhere is a way smoother ride than your Arts!
Am I right or am I right, Doctor?

Doctor : Your hands are always busy. That's gotta be something. / I wouldn't say the Blaze Express is THAT comfortable.
You'd better take a breather, Misery.

Amiya : I agree. Misery, I saw it clearly... Manfred almost impaled you with that thrust.

Misery : That was just a desperation blow. He had no other move.
You successfully provoked his rage, and that made him overlook my approach. I didn't even think I could fool him twice.

Amiya : I didn't at all intend to...
When he asked me that, I definitely felt his anger. That rage of his rushed at me like a heatwave.

Misery : If Manfred uses all his strength, anyone nearby would have trouble lasting for long. Best I... *cough* *cough* *cough*...

Amiya : Misery, I know you want to help that Victorian officer, but using large-scale matter-transformation Arts several times in one day is too taxing on your body.

Misery : It's okay, Amiya.
I won't drop dead for a while yet. Besides, I promised Kal'tsit...

Amiya : You elite operators... make plenty of promises to Dr. Kal'tsit, don't you?
Inject these emergency meds into yourself. The fight in Londinium's only just begun, and I don't want to see you off somewhere alone again, swallowing down all the blood you're practically throwing up.

Misery : Amiya, enemies inbound.

Doctor : Amiya, cut them off!
Feist, tie up six ziplines to me.
Closure, let's plant the bombs.

Amiya : Hm. Misery found us a weak point in Londinium's defense system... We need to see this control room destroyed.

<Background 1>

[Manfred withstood Horn's charge. ]

Manfred : Blistering speed–White Wolf, this was your true aim, wasn't it?
Fangs and claws as fierce as these, yet tamed by Victoria's noble etiquette... Was it really worth it?

Horn : Sarkaz, wasn't your present appearance once packaged in so-called culture?
I hear your people used to look very different.

[Horn charges at Manfred again, who withstood it. ]

Manfred : You can try your hardest, but you still cannot kill me. So long as this city's defenses continue to churn–

[Manfred realized something as he slashes at Horn, who guarded the attack. ]

Manfred : No. Wait. White Wolf, you're only stalling me!
You–You and Rhodes Island are collaborating again.

[Manfred tries to break off the fight, but Horn stands in his way... ]

Manfred : Do you know who they are? Do you know what that Cautus leader...?

[...and slams her shield to the ground... ]

Horn : I only know–that they can stop you.

[...before resuming their fight, but Manfred eventually backs off. ]

Manfred : White Wolf, should you miraculously succeed today... you will witness a corner of Londinium's walls collapse, with your own eyes.
Is that what you want to see? From this moment on, the legend of Londinium everstanding may well no longer–

Horn : From this moment on?
The fact you can be stood here means... the idea that Londinium has never fallen is nothing more than a self-reassuring joke.

Manfred : Damn you! If those dukes outside take note of this–

Horn : Are you aware? You're finally showing a hint of panic in your face.
That goes to show my decision was the correct one.
If this wall... only exists to smother the screams of the Victorians from within, then it's already lost its founding purpose.
You ought to let those dukes hear!
Hear... how our fellow citizens cry out under your slaughter!

[Horn and Manfred clashes their swords. ]

<Background 2>

Londinium Citizen : How... How much longer until we can go outside?

[Rubbles fall around the Londiniers. ]

Londinium Citizen : Oh... it feels like this passage is about to collapse... are we all going to die here?

Heidi : Don't look down, and don't look back.
If the fear gets too much, just stare at the way ahead.
The signal light's still on. This is our hope that our soldiers lit for us.
We wait for the light as it turns bright... and then we can catch sight of the sun in Londinium once again.

<Background 3>

[The Sarkaz soldiers suppressed the Eartha partisans... ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Their firepower's too strong–
Rockrock, we can't get any closer to the train.

Rockrock : ......

[...as the Londinium defense guns continue shelling the Eartha hideout. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : The bombardment hasn't stopped... Can the people down below still hold out? How much time do we have left?
There's been no word from the commander's end...

Rockrock : I... I believe in my family.
That's the one and only reason I've kept on this far.

<Background 2>

[Siege, Indra, and Morgan is running away from leech-like creatures spawned by the Duq'arael. ]

Indra : Bloody hell, I can't get these things off me!

Morgan : That's not it... You saw how fast they were a moment ago?
He's slowing them on purpose, like he's... just watching how long we can run for...

Indra : What kind of sicko is he?

[The Duq'arael corners Siege and co.. ]

??? : Mmm... listen to the sound of your breaths, your pulses. Are you finally tired out?

Siege : Is this... the honor of the Sarkaz?
This isn't fit to be called a battle.

??? : ...Battle?
You seem to have the wrong idea.
The "King of Sarkaz" isn't here, so I'm left with no matching opponent at all.
Would you converse with a meatbeast about glory or honor? When you know full well that hunting them serves to do nothing but excite your senses, that their only ultimate service is as an entrée on your dinner table?

Siege : You treat us... as prey?
You may be a Sarkaz, but slaughtering like this out of pure personal taste is still far too barbaric.

??? : Do not appraise me by your understanding of culture. It would be the most hideous kind of slander to me.
Try and resist me, before the filthy rubble pummels you into mincemeat here.
I will borrow your blood to record your feelings at death's door... all your fear, unwillingness, anger... Let them burst forth upon me to your heart's content!

[The Duq'arael casts his blood Arts. ]

Indra : Vina, get over here–

Siege : No.

Morgan : Vina!

Siege : Morgan, you fall back too.
Urgh...

Clovisia : You're going to stand in front of all of us, and resist him?

Siege : Yes.

Clovisia : You're no match for him.

Siege : I know.

Clovisia : And you're not planning to turn and flee, even if you'll be shredded in an instant, have your flesh leave the dullest stain in this whole tunnel?

Siege : Only if... you can all run faster than I can.

Clovisia : Why?

Siege : Because...
There is no because. I just want to do this.
When the city above us falls towards us, I want to be the first to embrace it in that instant.

Clovisia : If that's so...

「The signal light in the passage seems to glow brighter.
Are her eyes failing her? Why is there starlight in Londinium's underground? No... how long have they gone without seeing the stars behind the clouds, even on the surface?
Siege blinks.
She suddenly realizes that is no star. 」

「It is a button.
The detritus that caked it has been shaken off, and now it is shining, and she has the exact fortune to know what it does. 」

「She was first brought underneath the palace at three years of age.
Her mentor carried her upon his back, using a tremendous paw to guide her in pushing this button.
Londinium's subterranean sprawled about its own muscle and bone, exposing to the future liege its veins and arteries, filled with life. 」

「Over twenty years later–
She has found it for the second time. 」

<Background 4>

Closure : Bombs mounted at all nodes!

Feist : Doctor, I've got our retreat ready!

Sarkaz Warrior : Move it, they're in here, stop them–

[Sarkaz soldiers move in... ]

Amiya : Urgh...

[...prompting Amiya to ready her Arts. ]

Closure : Amiya! Dammit, how are they coming so thick and fast... did Misery leave too late? Did they not stall Manfred?

Amiya : I'll hold them off! All of you, go!
Doctor, give the detonator to me–

Doctor : No.

Amiya : You won't have a chance to retreat unless I lock down these enemies!
Once you've successfully withdrawn, I'll blow up this control room straight away–

Doctor : No.

Amiya : Doctor, we can't wait any longer! Think of the Self-Salvation Corps' fighters, Victoria's soldiers, Lady Heidi and Siege's team...
And every single Victorian being bombarded right now! None of us can hold on anymore!

[Amiya continues preparing her Arts, but... ]

Doctor : Amiya, take my hand.
Tell me–when to push the detonator.

Amiya : Doctor...!

[Amiya disorients the Sarkaz soldiers with her Arts... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : *cough* *cough*... These black lines are everywhere... I can't see anything!

Amiya : Now!

[The Doctor detonates the charges... ]

Amiya : Doctor, why are you... in front of me?

Because I want to be.

Amiya : I'm not... not the weak child I was anymore...
I won't drag you down anymore. I can withstand these Arts, and these flames.

I know.
You're so powerful now. Far more powerful than I am, probably.
But no matter how many opportunities you give me to choose...
No matter if we're confronted with a Draco's flames, or the fiery light of these explosions...
This is what I want to do.

Amiya : Doctor...

[Feist caught the Doctor as they fall down. ]

Feist : Oof... caught you!
Wondered why you asked me for those six ziplines, Doctor. This is what it was for?
It'll be hard to move about, but... oh well, not as if you run fast ordinarily...

Closure : Fly, my drones!

[Closure sends off her drones. ]

Closure : How's that for a surprise, Doctor? In response to your demands, I've tinkered on my drones and finally developed–a people-towing glider function!
There's a cap on its long-term use, but at least it'll get us safely on the ground–

Doctor : Now's the time to dial up the explosions.

[More explosions occur in the gun battery. ]

<Background 1>

[The gun battery explodes as Manfred gains an upper hand against Horn. ]

Manfred : The control room–!

Horn : They... did it...

[Manfred slashes Horn... ]

Horn : Urgh...

[...but she continues standing. ]

Manfred : How... How long ago did you tire out? You can't even brandish your sword now...
You really were doing nothing but... making a stand with all you had.
Anyone else with your wounds would be in a coma ten times over by now!

Horn : Now you realize? Slow, aren't you.

Manfred : ......

Sarkaz Warrior : General, the explosion in the control room has affected the cannons. The batteries and the minor section of the wall structure here have all been severely damaged–
If we hang around here any longer, we'll fall!

Manfred : Notify all hands, retreat!

Sarkaz Warrior : What about this soldier?

Manfred : I've defeated her already, but toppling her would require spending more effort still.
And it's not worth spending the time here any longer.

Horn : Ha... haha...

Manfred : White Wolf of Victoria, you are a worthy opponent.
Should you live to descend this city wall–
Then next time we meet, by my sword... I will send you to a death befittingly heroic.

[Manfred leaves. ]

<Background black>

Horn : Next time...

[The ground rumbles. ]

「Will there be a next time?
Londinium's wall is falling down.
And so she endlessly falls too. 」

Horn : I... I did it.
Until... you all left...
...I did not fall.

「Her blood flows out, and she almost loses the last speck of awareness she has.
But her body is as if a part of her sword and shield at this point, harder than steel, unbending unless shattered.
The weapon forged by Victoria still stands upon Londinium's wall.
So the soldier She tempered to fruition keeps her watch upon it too.
Until a corner of it crashes to its city's ground–
And she returns to the land that raised her. 」

Horn : Just how tall... is this wall?
Why is it like...

「...I'm flying up? 」

[Someone tries to reach into Horn as she fell. ]

??? : Horn, can you still move? Grab my hand, quick!

[Horn grabs onto the one reaching out to her, who turned out to be Robben that had survived Manfred's attack. ]

Horn : ...Robben?
You're... not...

Robben : Yes, I'm not dead! I was lucky enough to grab onto the outside structure when I fell, and then Mr. Misery here saved me again!

Misery : Come, soldier. You haven't finished your fight yet.

Horn : You lot, honestly. You won't ever let me rest, will you?

Robben : Nope!
Horn, don't shut your eyes! Don't forget, your soldier is still here! You can't fall!

Horn : Robben, you've turned as noisy as... as a certain someone, now.
Oh, forget it... I've never been able to do anything about you lot.

<Background 1>

「Her vision becomes clear once again.
The city wall of Londinium is still there, and though its highest height is now adorned by the tiniest hole, it still seems as towering, as unyielding as ever. 」

<Background 2>

[A rumble can be felt. ]

Morgan : What's that shaking?

Indra : Artillery finally do the underground structure in?

Morgan : No, that's not it.
This shaking's coming from underneath us–
Vina, what did you do?

Siege : I've found a path we can walk.

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Is this whole tunnel... moving up?
How? You'd think we'd know it could do that after living here for so long, right?

Clovisia : There are always some "locals" who'll know more than others.

Siege : ......

Indra : That monster...
Is it still gonna come after?

Siege : It will.
But maybe not today.

??? : So you found a new course to flee down?
Ah... but of course, but of course.
This scent... is it that Feline, giving it off?
No... so-called royal families are no more than a lie, so called to consolidate power and coin, as laughable as this nation's culture.
Even if she is that runaway's cub, the smell of her blood would be no different to any other Feline.
So, this completely different scent...
Interesting.
Does Theresis know about this?

「You'll have no chance to verify for yourself. 」

??? : Oh?
I remember who you are. You're that... little disciple by Theresis's side. Even if your teacher was stood right here, he would be troubled to apprehend me.

「He's no longer fit to be my teacher anymore. 」

??? : Hm?
This odor of cursecraft... So you've come too, Banshee? I'd thought you were in that city right now, playing games with my entourage.

「Trifling, unpracticed Artists. They weren't enough to hinder my step. 」

??? : *sigh*... That makes things tricky.
This underpass on the verge of collapse is no fine place for the Royal Court to congregate.

「Am I nothing in his eyes? Just because I didn't learn my skills from Theresis, or have any noble blood?
This long-winded old man's genuinely pissed me off. I'm going to gift him a hundred bombs as a farewell present. Any of you have any objections? 」

[The pathway collapses. ]

<Background 5>

[Manfred asks for a sitrep from the Sarkaz soldiers. ]

Manfred : ...Report.

Sarkaz Warrior : Rhodes Island's people have jumped out from the control room. They had that Cautus, so we couldn't snipe them–

Manfred : And the rebels in the underground tunnels?

Sarkaz Warrior : Er, we detected an explosion from beneath... and the Duq'arael hasn't returned yet.

Manfred : Where is Hoederer?

Sarkaz Warrior : He's severely wounded, and currently unconscious.

Manfred : ......
Assemble what workers remain, and have them inspect the city defense systems and report the damages. We must be prepared to activate more batteries... and even the main cannons.
Surround the remaining individuals at the station. The surviving rebels will be sure to pass through there.

Sarkaz Warrior : The... The scouts are reporting, they've detected another group rapidly closing in on the station–

Manfred : ......

[Someone approaches Manfred. ]

??? : Manfred, don't blame yourself too much. You've already tried your hardest.

Manfred : What are you doing here–

<Background 3>

[The Eartha partisans noticed a smoke from the walls of Londinium. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : Rockrock, take a look at the city wall–

Rockrock : The defense artillery's been... shut down?
Send the signal!

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : They're coming, they're all coming!
But the Sarkaz... they're all rushing this way!

[Sarkaz soldiers move in towards the partisans. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Stop them! Kill every last one!

Rockrock : If we can just repel the Sarkaz, we can start up the train!

Sarkaz Warrior : You're not getting away that easily!

[A Sarkaz soldier strikes Rockrock... ]

Rockrock : Ugh–

[...but they were shot at from another direction... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : How's the rebel army coming from that way too?

Rockrock : Wh...?

[...and taken out. ]

Rockrock : Is that reinforcements?

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : A team's broken through the Sarkaz forces' blockade from the north side!
Who... Who called them in?
Did some of the Messengers we sent to the city center survive? Did they get to ask for help?

[Several Victorian mercenaries move in to assist the Eartha partisans. ]

Victorian Mercenary : You've done a fine job, my Sudean friends!
You can leave the next battle to us now! We're more on the professional end!

[The mercs fire at the Sarkaz soldiers. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : The way they work... they must have loads of experience...

Rockrock : Is... Is that Rhodes Island's operator?

[Dagda shows herself up. ]

Dagda : –
Break them up!
Make a passage, ensure the Self-Salvation fighters withdraw from the underpass safely!
Snipers, take down those signalers–

Victorian Mercenary : It's–Miss Montague!

[The mercs intensify their fire after seeing Dagda. ]

Rockrock : Montague?

Self-Salvation Corps Soldier : That name rings a bell and a half! Some noble in the paper or something?

Rockrock : Don't get distracted!
No matter who they are, we're on the same side!

[The Sarkaz soldiers suffer heavy casualties. ]

Rockrock : We can get through! Quick, lead everyone onto the train!

<Background fades out and in>

Londinium Citizen : Oh, wow... Lady Heidi, we've made it...

Heidi : Mm-hm, I told you. Our soldiers won't let us down.

Clovisia : They're her people.

Heidi : Did our Messengers get in contact with her?

Clovisia : To be more precise, it was your Rhodes Island Messenger.

Indra : Dagda! Look, it's Dagda!

Morgan : That tart...

Siege : Hm.

「There among the crowd, Dagda sees them too.
She throws down the Sarkaz she's tussling with, and rushes through the passage made with no hesitation, arms reached out to her partners caked in grime. 」

[Dagda runs towards Siege and co. who had just arrived. ]

Dagda : I... I was so scared I'd be late.

Siege : No, you weren't.
No matter when you come back, we could never call you late.

Indra : Bastard, you... you stormed off just like that, remember? I didn't even get to beat you up!

Dagda : Hm... you're still in time to do it now.

Morgan : Ay, Vina, did you know she'd come back?

Siege : I knew.

Morgan : I get you hid it from Indra. She'd never take help from nobles' mercenaries unless it was critical as this, end-of-the-line type.

Indra : Stop griping about me and let's get these idiots dealt with first!

Morgan : I never stopped here!
Vina, I didn't finish... you could've at least given me a shout!
*sigh* You had me wondering if Dagda was off in some corner again even while we were being killed! I was all ready to take the Sarkaz down with me!

Siege : I'm sorry, Morgan...

Dagda : This won't happen again. I swear.

Siege : Siege Group, fully assembled.
We just wait for the Doctor's lot to come back, and we can all get out of here together.

<Background fades out and in>

??? : Everyone, we're back!

[Clovisia is surprised to see Amiya and co. flying with Closure's drones. ]

Clovisia : Amiya?
Fancy coming in from the sky, all of you...

Closure : We're touching down! Gangway, outta the way–

Feist : G–Grab the zipline! Don't crash into the train, it's our only means of escaping alive!

Amiya : I've got the Doctor held, we're alright!

[The drones touch down safely... ]

Closure : Safe landing!

[...allowing Amiya and co. to get their feet on the ground. ]

Feist : We... We actually made it?
Rockrock–
Commander, is Rockrock alright? Everyone evacuated out?

Clovisia : We have more survivors than anticipated.
It's thanks to you, Feist, and everyone you brought in from Rhodes Island.

Feist : Hah... You see that, Old Bill?
I...

Rockrock : No, don't you faint on the job now! The battle's still not done!
If you can move, then come help me in the engine room!

Siege : There are still Sarkaz forces pursuing us.

Amiya : There's nothing they can do, now.
Because we'll hold them off here.

Siege : Right, damned right.

Doctor : Us, together.

[The trains have been prepared. ]

Rockrock : Commander, the train's setting off–

Clovisia : All ready?

Siege : Amiya, we're getting on!

Amiya : Alright!

Clovisia : Go!

[As the train leaves... ]

Amiya : ......

Amiya?
Amiya, careful. The train's moving.
Amiya... what are you looking at?

Amiya : I...
............

「The Cautus girl does not reply to you. Her body is still. Even her breathing seems to have stopped.
You can tell she's shocked. She's never let emotions as unveiled and intense show before the operators. This moment is incomparable. 」

「At the same time, the Sarkaz chasing the train all come to a halt.
They all turn their heads, looking in the same direction.
A Sarkaz enters the ruins.
All smoke seems to part at her feet, all sounds of fire suspended about her.
Only wind remains, growing stronger and fiercer.
The ash laden on the ground is blown about, some sticking to her attire, some smudging her pale hair. She seems not to mind at all, only silently gazing into a point of the ruins.
It seems to have once been part of the defense artillery. A jet-black fowlbeast is there now, perched atop the still-warm cannon mouth. 」

「Most likely disturbed by the train picking up in speed, it shakes off its wings.
As if somewhat in response, the pale-haired Sarkaz turns around. 」

「She should have no sight of who is aboard the train, but her expression is as if she has recognized who is looking at her.
Her face is so warm, yet her eyes are so filled with sorrow. The sorrow is so much; perhaps not all of it comes from her, but comes from the one who stares at her too. 」

Amiya, are you alright?

「The Cautus girl finally comes back to reality.
She still doesn't give you a response, and you're in no rush for her to give one.
In one ear, you hear the calls of fowlbeasts. You see a flock of them out of the window flapping through the air, rushing into the gale ahead of you. 」

「The train takes you rapidly from the station.
The city wall, the war, and that pale-haired figure, all are left far, far behind you.
Rumble. Rumble. Rumble.
Is that the remnants of cannon fire lingering in your brain, the train bumping against the railway, or thunder in those gloomy clouds gathering not far away?
The center of Londinium is right before you.
And all of you are riding into this storm. 」

10-18: Reflection of an Ideal

Summary

Entering Central Londinium, Siege meets the leader of the Self-Salvation Corps noble faction, Allerdale Cumberland. And with the Doctor's support, Amiya resolves to seek the truth of Theresa's resurrection.

<Background 1>

[Manfred pays his respect to Theresa. ]

Manfred : Your Majesty.

Theresa : Regretfully... I was late.

Manfred : Does... does Your Majesty share the same regrets I do? That we were not able to stop them here?

Theresa : Manfred...
Back then... in Kazdel, you would never speak to me so guardedly.

Manfred : ......

Theresa : Back then, you'd look me straight in the eye.

Manfred : Your Majesty, Kazdel was nothing more than a cluttered ruin and a thick stack of blueprints. In all those years, you and the general...
No, as things are now, there is no need to speak of past matters.
Your Majesty has returned to the general's side. Together, you shall rule the Royal Court and bring the Sarkaz victory once again, just as countless times in the past.
For me and the rest of the men, we need only remember this.

Theresa : Yes...
Even so, Manfred... I really wish to meet the girl.

Manfred : Your Majesty!

Theresa : Do you think a person dreams, in death?
I've dreamt of them often, the past few months.
Again and again I dream of that ship. I dream of conversations with that doctor of few smiles. I dream of standing shoulder to shoulder with that silent commander on the ship's deck. I dream of...
...I dream of sitting by her bedside every night, telling tales of the Sarkaz and this great land, lulling the girl to sleep.

Manfred : Is... the general aware?

Theresa : He knows all.
However, a dream is but a dream...Isn't that so?

Manfred : Your Majesty, your cheeks...

Theresa : Ah... It's just ash.

Manfred : I thought...

Theresa : I do not shed tears.
Yes... Why do I not shed tears?

<Background 2>

Confessarius : Your Majesty, in the end you still allowed "her" to go to the city walls?

Theresis : You are aware of the threat the "King of Sarkaz" bears.

Confessarius : Of course. Not even Manfred or the Sanguinarch may be capable of successfully capturing the successor to that power.
––To defeat a "Sarkaz King", the safest choice is naturally another one.

Theresis : Did you not intend that when you raised that suggestion to me?

Confessarius : I also remember that you nearly killed me when I first suggested to bring "her" back.
"Vomit inducing"–– That's what you said. It's difficult to forget such fury.

Theresis : My opinion has not changed.

Confessarius : But we still need "her", do we not?
Only when the two of you stand together, will the soldiers truly believe that the chaotic and dark era of the past is now history.
They will never again question the legitimacy of your orders. There will no longer be two different voices in the Sarkaz's hearts.
To this end, we must get hold of the other "Sarkaz King" as soon as possible.

Theresis : Then go and make sure of that.
The soldiers must focus on the war ahead.
They must clearly understand that they are following a ruler who can lead them out of their plight, and not just some power of dubious ownership.

Confessarius : I know, I know. You have never cared for that black crown.
For your satisfaction, I have never stopped researching the "Sarkaz King" either.
Thanks to "her", I've made great progress. Should we get our hands on that Cautus too... Perhaps, we will be able to truly understand the power of the "Sarkaz King" before too long.

Theresis : The Sarkaz are not slaves to any man or power.
If the crown of the "Sarkaz King" is but another shackle...
Then, crush it.

Confessarius : Your wish aligns with my own... It will be done, Your Majesty.

<Background 3>

[The Sanguinarch returns. ]

Confessarius : I did not expect you to return so late, Your Highness.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ...Keh.

Confessarius : You seem... tired.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Confessarius, you neglected to inform me that the banshee was there too.

Confessarius : Ah... I thought you'd have guessed it.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hmph.
A banshee can be more trouble to deal with than a nachzehrer. What frightening talent.
That said, next time I'll simply stick his tongue in a crystal case and gift it to his mother.

Confessarius : The Regent and the Nachzehrer King will not be pleased, Your Highness.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Then they'd best not find out.
Also, that Manfred... How dare he use those toys mounted on the city walls on me?
Half the filth on me is thanks to him. Perhaps I should teach him a lesson.

Confessarius : I understand your frustrations, Your Highness.
Consider this, as a tiny compensation for the missing intel, I will suggest the Regent grant you the task of capturing the "Sarkaz King".

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Heh, that bastard failed after all. I've been telling Theresis all this time he's just a soft-hearted coward.

Confessarius : It's fine, all of this is within the Regent's plans.
Let them celebrate for now. After all, the best way to crush hope is to first let it come to fruition.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hah... The nobles in the city grow restless once more. You're right, let them continue with their folly.
When the banquet is at its peak, the abrupt shifting of laughter to horror... it's tantalizing.
Incidentally, speaking of the nobles––

Confessarius : Is there anything Your Highness wishes to report to the Regent?

[The Sanguinarch pauses for a moment, before... ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : No, nothing.
Tell Theresis... I await the next banquet.

[The Sanguinarch leaves. ]

Confessarius : He's obviously discovered something, but he's hiding it?
These little moves... I fear the Regent will not tolerate him much longer.

Confessarius Guard : Leader.

Confessarius : Any movement from the Duke's forces outside the city?
Oh...?
The Nachzehrer King will be returning soon. Once he arrives, send him to meet the Regent immediately.
Also... didn't you mention a Victorian noble sent some Messengers back?
Let us go and meet them.

Confessarius Guard : Sir, there's one more thing.

Confessarius : Is there?
She... actually chose to return, at such a time.
Yes...

Confessarius Guard : Do you have a plan, sir?

Confessarius : ......

[The Confessarius orders the Guard... ]

Confessarius : Send a message to the Royal Academy of Sciences.
It's time... for a long awaited family reunion.

<Background 3>

[Shining and Nightingale walks through the suburbs. ]

Shining : Liz... How are you feeling? Are we going too fast? Are you tired?

Nightingale : ...I'm fine.

Shining : You have to tell me if you feel any discomfort.

Nightingale : Yes... my chest feels a bit stuffy.

Shining : Is it because you're getting closer to home?

Nightingale : No, that isn't my home.
Shining... My home is with you and Nearl.

Shining : I didn't want you to come back here.

Nightingale : But I wanted to.
I want to go with you, and... I want to find what I've lost.
I... I can feel that they're here.

Shining : Yes, Nightingale. We'll find them, and they'll help you get better. You are going to get better.
And then... we'll return to Rhodes Island. Or we could also go to Kazimierz... We'll go wherever you want.

Nightingale : You'll... go with me, right?

Shining : I...
Of course, Liz.
No matter when, as long as you want it... I will stay by your side.

<Background black>

It feels like going on a brand new journey, while also returning to the starting point.
Its high walls give Londinium the feeling of a giant cage, or even a sealed graveyard. But it is also the past and present home of countless people.
This place hides many answers, yet it also leads to a great deal more questions.
Where are we going?
To a reunion... or a separation?

<Background 5>

[Feist and Rockrock takes a rest inside a cabin. ]

Rockrock : Are we... alive?

Feist : Yes, it looks like we can finally take a breather.

Rockrock : *Sniffles*... Waaah!

Feist : Rockrock, w-why are you crying? I-I-I've never seen you cry before!

Rockrock : I...
It's nothing, I just... I thought of Bill. When I think of him, I just...

Feist : Old Bill... *sigh*.

Rockrock : *Sniffles*...*cough* N-No. I shouldn't do this.
The battle... isn't over.

Feist : It's fine, Rockrock. We're safe right now. We can take a break, and think of Old Bill and our other friends...
Before the next battle starts. It's what we ought to do.

<Background 6>

[A noblewoman greets Siege. ]

??? : We meet at last.

Siege : You are...?

??? : Allerdale Cumberland. Call me Allerdale.

Allerdale : I'm Clovisia's friend, and the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps' officer-in-charge of Auchterigg borough––that is, Central Londinium.

Siege : Cumberland?
You're the Duke of Cumberland's...

Allerdale : ...Daughter.
I was just a small child when Father passed away.
I only remember him brushing his sweat-laden beard on my face whenever he returned from a fencing match––This is the only memory I have left after twenty years.

Siege : I heard that the Duke of Cumberland... was betrayed by other anti-royalist dukes.

Allerdale : Father walked the path he believed in, for the sake of his ideals.
I respect him greatly, which is why I'm here.

Siege : You and the other nobles within the city... You've been fighting against the Sarkaz?

Allerdale : Yes, but our efforts have only just begun to bear fruit.
I was extremely surprised when Isabelle came to look for me.
Not just because she's the Count of Manchester's successor––Although the count has always been one of our most steadfast supporters.
It's just that I thought all the Knights of the Tower were dead...Isabelle's return was a great inspiration to many of us.
Of course, what surprised me the most was... you.

Siege : You know who I am?

Allerdale : Haha, I was not aware at first. How could I be "surprised" otherwise?
All these years, we have never stopped looking for you, but there were never any clues. Many thought that you were long dead...
I never believed so.

Siege : I do believe many of those looking for me actually wanted to take my life.

Allerdale : Perhaps so...
But even among those, there are many who've changed their minds.
You've seen what's happened to Londinium––
People lost their freedom long ago.
All Victorians, even those nobles holding tightly onto their titles, must either become a slave to the Sarkaz, or tremble in fear as they hope to survive till the next day.
Even deep in slumber, they instinctively cry out "Your Majesty"––
Is there anyone who has not wondered, should that sudden execution all those years ago have gone another way, would Londinium be as it is today?

Siege : Do you really think that my presence here would change anything?

Allerdale : At the very least, it opens up a new possibility.

Siege : ......

Allerdale : Even though you appear to be contemplating, I know you have already set your heart on it.

Siege : ...Oh?

Allerdale : You sent Isabelle to contact me. Is that not a sign that you're prepared to lead us against the Sarkaz?

Siege : I don't deny that I've made a decision.
But being prepared... you can never be fully prepared.

Allerdale : You're not wrong.

Siege : We should begin, Lady Cumberland... Allerdale. Please walk me through our current situation again.
I'm sure you understand that I have a lot to catch up on.

Allerdale : Great, I love your enthusiasm. That's just what we need right now.
Then...
Welcome home, Alexandrina... Your Majesty.

<Background 7>

[Kal'tsit walks toward Heidi. ]

??? : Heidi.

Heidi : Kal'tsit... *Huff*, Kal'tsit.
––It's tough to get a meeting with you.

Kal'tsit : Did anyone follow you?

Heidi : Don't worry, I've carefully covered my tracks all the way here.
How could I be your Messenger if I wasn't even capable of that?

Kal'tsit : You've already done very well. Your father would be proud.

Heidi : Haha...
Frankly, many times in the past when I was close to failure... I would think of you, and wonder what you would do.
I would also think about what you would say, if I could get everyone to make it through with me...
But, now that you're really standing before me, I suddenly feel that all those things I've imagined mean nothing.

Kal'tsit : Heidi, you are well prepared.

Heidi : Indeed.
At least... I will always be prepared. All of us will.
By the way, are you in a hurry to see Amiya?

Kal'tsit : I've confirmed that she is currently safe.
It's been a long time since I was in Londinium, so I have a number of matters I need to take care of.

Heidi : That's good.
There's someone... She's been waiting to meet you.

[A familiar woman shows up... ]

??? : –
Kal'tsit, start talking. I need an explanation.

Kal'tsit : ––You're alive.
And what exactly do you wish me to explain, W?

[...who are none other than W. ]

W : You're as calm as ever. Hard for me to tell if you knew before you got here or not.
Whatever, it doesn't even matter if you're a monster or not. I've got bigger fins to fry.
It's Theresa... it really was Theresa!
You––How could you let Theresis get his hands on her body?!

<Background 6>

Amiya : ......

Doctor : Amiya.

Amiya : Ah... Sorry, Doctor. I didn't see you coming.

Doctor : You've been preoccupied ever since the train. / What did you see on the train?

Amiya : Yes...
I guess there's no hiding it... And I shouldn't hide it from you anyway.
Dr. {nickname}, I saw...her.

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Doctor... Miss Rockrock really was talking about her.

Doctor : Kal'tsit said she already... / Kal'tsit said I...
And W's attitude towards me...

Amiya : Four years ago, Theresa passed away.
Even though Dr. Kal'tsit and W may disagree with me about the truth behind this... There's one thing we definitely wouldn't get wrong.
That day, we really lost her.

Doctor : What's this about...?

Amiya : ...I don’t know.
But... the moment I saw her at the train station, I finally understood... why I felt those emotions in Londinium.
Besides anger... sorrow. An endlessly infinite sorrow.
Yes... to the Sarkaz, anger and sorrow are symbiotic. It's just that they choose to dry their tears with anger most of the time.
And all of those emotions seemed to converge in her eyes.
Even Theresa had never...

Doctor : You're hurting.

Amiya : Hurting? Maybe, but compared to them... those Sarkaz shattered by hate and prejudice, this is nothing.
I can feel it... It's too little, far too little...
I glimpsed it for a moment, but I was nearly drowned under that turbulent wave of emotion.
What did Theresa go through?

Doctor : That's not your responsibility.

Amiya : Is it really not?
Doctor, I said before that I really couldn't believe it was her.
But... when I saw her with my own two eyes, I found it wasn't very difficult at all to accept.
Since I'm here, I need to know the truth.
Not just the truth behind Theresa, but also the Sarkaz within the city... What exactly did they experience, that they would be burdened with such anger and sorrow?

Doctor : And if the truth brings about more pain?

Amiya : Dr. {nickname}...

Doctor : You can be afraid, Amiya. / I'm afraid too, Amiya.
But we will walk onwards together.

Amiya : Yeah!
Dr. {nickname}, together...
Let's look for the answer.

Doctor : This is also an answer I need.

[Allerdale enters the room. ]

Allerdale : I apologize for interrupting you––
There's an urgent matter concerning Alexandrina... I mean Vina, as well as our Self-Salvation Corps.
Based on a letter from Lady Heidi, we've confirmed that this matter relates to you.
Dr. {nickname}––
Is Edward Artorius's relic in your possession?

10-19: Sparks Afar

Summary

In a university campus lying in a town in Ursus' north, Talulah finds the "person" she's been looking for.

<Background 1>

"...Next, turn your textbooks to page 132.
Terran Calendar 31, the Empire of Hippogryph was officially renamed the Empire of Ursus. We have already spent two lectures talking about and analyzing this piece of history.
Historians believe that the cause of the Hippogryphs' fall from power was primarily its ruling class's corruption and incompetence, as well as the rise of Ursus and the forces of production that it represents.
This war is often referred to as Ursus's uprising, representing the Ancients' standing up against the Elders' authority. From this point onward, the legitimacy of the Elders' rulership across Terra gradually waned.
Yet if we look back on this war from a different perspective, we'll find a set of questions that naturally follow.
Suppose it was another Ursus race that had been ruling the country instead of the Hippogryphs. Would the revolution still have taken place?
If, as the rulers, the Hippogryphs had not insisted on a policy of racial discrimination, if they stopped taking Ursus wealth as their own and gave the Ursus equal opportunity...
Would the Hippogryph Empire's downfall have been averted, or would it have come sooner?
What if... the Khagan's cavalry never set foot on these lands?"

[A student notices Talulah listening to the lecture. ]

Talulah : ......

Young Ursus Student : Hello, are you here to listen in on Miss Koshelna's lecture?

Talulah : Miss... Koshelna?

Young Ursus Student : That's right. Her lectures on imperial history are very popular.
I've been noticing young men and women such as yourself listening in from the hallway. You aren't one of our students, are you? You don't look like a college student.
You can actually go inside if you'd like. She's not going to mind if you stand in the back of the classroom. You'll be able to hear her more clearly.

Talulah : No need. Her voice is pretty clear as is.

Young Ursus Student : Okay, then. This lecture is almost over anyway. I still have other lectures to attend, so please excuse me.

Talulah : By all means, please.

"You may not be able to find the answers to these questions in any textbooks.
But I hope you will give them some thought. Let them occupy your brain as you eat, as you bathe, and even as you sleep...
And when an idea has lingered in your brain long enough, write it down. I'm very interested in your opinions.
Okay, let's wrap it up here. Enjoy your brief freedom until the next bell."

[Talulah enters the classroom after the teacher, a female Hippogryph, finishes her lecture. ]

Hippogryph Teacher : Do you have any questions, Miss?

Talulah : –
Found you.

<Background 2>

[A Reunion fighter asks Nine, ]

Reunion Warrior : Why did she go into the city?

Nine : To look for someone.

Reunion Warrior : And why is this someone worth the risk?
Nine, you said it yourself. We can't get anywhere close to the nomadic cities while we're in Ursus.

Nine : –
We want to pass judgment on her, don't we? Before she talks, she needs an answer still.
Without this answer, she won't even believe half a word she says herself, and neither will we.

Reunion Warrior : We shouldn't be believing her to begin with!
She went into the city herself. What if she makes a run for it? All the efforts and sacrifices that went into rescuing her and all our plans about her going forward will all go to waste!

Nine : They won't.
She knows very well that she has nowhere to go.
Besides, as long as you still trust me, I can guarantee you this. No matter where she goes, I will take her in again.

Reunion Warrior : I trust you... but that's based on everything you've done for us in the past year.
You're not like her. You don't talk big. This is something that all of us like about you. It's a good thing, and you should make sure you don't start picking up that habit.

Nine : Are you worried I'll be influenced by her?
I don't think that'll happen so easily.

Reunion Caster : Nine, a patrol unit is approaching–

Nine : Stay hidden.
Just as we predicted. In half an hour, this route won't be so safe anymore.
She better come back in time.

<Background 1>

Hippogryph Teacher : I thought I would've seen you much sooner–
–Talulah.

Talulah : Koshelna... Couldn't have picked a more obvious name, could you, Kashchey?

Koshelna : Ah... Names. Names are just a way to refer to people. If the sound of this name reminds you of certain unpleasant memories, you can call me Fiolet.

Talulah : Never mind. Your name is of little importance to me. Just like your appearance, your name is not worth remembering.

Koshelna : Why have you come then, Talulah?
Because you want a definite answer from me? Because you want me to tell you that, yes, Kashchey has left your body, and you're just Talulah and no one else?
In that case, you will get what you want. I can tell you exactly what you want to hear right now.
The question then is... are you willing to believe me?

Talulah : You want me to believe a Black Snake?
Is this a new trick you're playing, Kashchey?
You gave me more than enough information to find you in the shortest amount of time. I can only assume that you were luring me here.

Koshelna : Have you gone back to our home, then? Our home, both yours and mine?

Talulah : That's not my home. It's nothing more than ground zero of a conspiracy, a nest beloved of venomous snakes.

Koshelna : That's an awfully hurtful way to describe it.
But you read my letter nonetheless, didn't you? You remembered the channels through which Duke Kashchey received the Scales' correspondence. Not even the Secret Police who took over the dukedom could figure it out.

Talulah : A letter sent ten years ago, and its sender is tenured here at this college.
I don't know if I should be gasping in admiration of how well prepared you are, or if I should be grateful that this channel stayed hidden for ten years while your Scales have long been reduced to nothing?

Koshelna : Does it make you happy that the territory has fallen into such neglect? Talulah, under your rule, they could have lived a much better life. They shouldn't have been torn to shreds by the Fourth Army.

Talulah : Stop pretending you care about them more than I do.
Tell me. What is there in this small northern town for you to willingly stay here?
Kashchey, if I remember correctly, you preferred cities further south.
Not only because the air there is more humid, but also because lands where you cultivated generations of authority are more suitable for your scheming.
But not the tundra. The folk here lead a hard life. They have plenty to worry about sorting out issues with their food and harvest.
To them, the speeches you pride yourself on are like the artificial flower you wear. No purpose beyond aesthetics.

Koshelna : Talulah... Talulah.
What if I told you I'm here because your footsteps can be found in the tundra?

Talulah : I'd say you're feeding me nonsense.

Koshelna : "The history of humanity is a history of struggle."
You remember, don't you?
You applied everything that I taught you through the years to your struggle.
If you remember all of that, then shouldn't Talulah, the Fighter of the Tundra, and Talulah, the woman who succeeded the title of duke, be one and the same to me?

Talulah : Yet you destroyed everything that I built in the tundra.

Koshelna : Did I?
Who do you truly blame for this series of fatal mistakes in your heart?
If you actually thought yourself innocent, you wouldn't have needed a year and a half to ponder how you should die.
The very moment your head turns, you will throw yourself into the next struggle.

Talulah : ......

Koshelna : Talulah, I know why you came to me.
You want to use your judgment on me to judge yourself. You want to hear me repent, so that you can start repenting yourself.
What you want is a tiny, pitiable bit of mental comfort.

Talulah : Go on.

Koshelna : You want me to go on? I thought–

Talulah : You thought I would let you witness my fury? No, Kashchey. You don't deserve it.
I've rehearsed everything you've said up to this very moment in my head, down to the very last word. A year and a half isn't that short, and I had nothing to do while I was imprisoned at Rhodes Island.
If you want to survive this meeting, you'll need to say something more original.

Koshelna : Very well. I can tell you've gotten more patient, thanks to that period of self-imprisonment.
But I brought up the tundra not because I wanted to provoke you.
Take a look at this school. Look at the students' faces.
They believe that the sunlight of may will melt the tundra's snow. They also believe that Ursus, colder and harder than even the tundra, will change beneath their feet.

Talulah : So you're sullying their innocence with your despicable ideas?

Koshelna : You think I'm trying to find the next successor among them?
No, my dear. I'm just a normal university lecturer. The only things that I impart here are knowledge and ideas. I hold no authority or wealth.
If they want authority, they can fight for it themselves. If they seek a conspiracy, they are free to find the most suitable techniques in my lessons.

Talulah : You want me to believe that the failure you experienced through me devastated you so much that you washed your hands of it all?

Koshelna : Failure? I never thought of that as failure.
Reunion was not destroyed in the Chernobog core city, and neither was Kashchey's plan.
Right, you managed to stop Kashchey. The war he sought, the war that could've changed Ursus history in an instant never came to be.
But Ursus still went on the trajectory that Kashchey had set for her.
War is happening. The conflict between the Council and the Army intensified, and the will of the people is sparking new flames through each and every conflict.
And I will stand atop the most fertile soil, sowing seeds to the best of my abilities.
I will guide... or perhaps I should say spur these revolutions to take root.

Talulah : I remember you once refuted the education of the masses as meaningless.

Koshelna : If a ruler is so inflexible that she does not adapt to the changing tides, then she is undoubtedly following a path of destruction.

Talulah : You still see yourself as a ruler. I see. You actually haven't changed at all.

Koshelna : I almost forgot you hated that word as much as you hated Kashchey's control. I told you long ago that I didn't care who was in charge.
How many times has power changed hands since the Ursus took these lands from the Hippogryphs?
Talulah, you are me, and I am you.
What we want... is an Ursus that can yet spark fires from our hands.
These fires... will sooner or later engulf all of Ursus. No, not just Ursus. Victoria... and all the other countries will be caught in the flames too.
When the fire is over, will these lands become more prosperous? Or will they be dealt destruction?
Ursus has walked its first millennium. I will guide it down its second and third. This is the meaning behind the Black Snake's existence.
The Black Snake is immortal not because I want to live, but because Ursus must live.

<Background 3>

[The enigmatic Leader of Dublinn asks Harmonie, ]

??? : The Aslan heir has returned to Londinium?

Harmonie : It seems that way.
The Sarkaz gave us this information in exchange for the Sarkaz Messenger we returned to them.

??? : "In exchange?"
They're merely using us to escalate the scuffle among the dukes.

Harmonie : It couldn't be more obvious, but we can also tell from their methods that the situation in Londinium has changed, and the Sarkaz are anxious.

??? : Did the Sarkaz say anything else?

Harmonie : Nothing useful.
Hmph, ever since our spy's cover was blown, we haven't gotten much news from Londinium.

??? : Unfortunate.

Harmonie : Right... it's unfortunate. Fortunately, our losses are still manageable.
Right, there is another piece of news that might be important.
We caught wind of this from a Columbian arms dealer we've worked with–
About a month ago, that organization called Reunion recovered their previous "leader."

??? : You mean...

Harmonie : Talulah.
If all the information we've received thus far is correct, she... she could very well be a Draco.

<Background 4>

[Bagpipe noticed Ch'en laughing. ]

Bagpipe : Y-You havin' a laugh? N-No funnin' here, now?!

Ch'en : Why would I do that?

Bagpipe : Gimme a slap.

Ch'en : I'm sorry?

Bagpipe : Smack me right now. Otherwise, I might think I'm dreamin'!

Ch'en : There's a wall over there. Knock yourself out. Try not to ram it so hard you knock it down, though. Otherwise, you'll have some explaining to do to the county's mounted police.

Bagpipe : I... I'm not sure what to say...

Ch'en : Are you really so shocked? You were the one who's been going "Leader's got to be alive" day in and day out.

Bagpipe : But I thought... I could...

Ch'en : You thought she'd be waiting for you to rescue her somewhere?

Bagpipe : Uh-huh.
But it's more of a surprise, knowin' she made it out!
Thanks, Chenchen. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have met Rhodes Island. If I hadn't joined Rhodes Island, they wouldn't've helped get her out. I'm so happy, waaaaahhhhh...

[Bagpipe hugs Ch'en, who are annoyed. ]

Ch'en : No hugging!

Bagpipe : Waaaahhh! But I'm so glad!

Ch'en : At the very least... a little less of a squeeze... Urgh...

Bagpipe : Wait, Chenchen, does that mean... you're gonna leave then? You promised to help me rescue her, but she doesn't need me to rescue her anymore.

Ch'en : Times like these, you think pretty fast, don't you?
To tell you the truth, I've thought about it. Ever since I found out she'd escaped, I've been thinkin' of lookin' for her.

Bagpipe : Actually, I can kinda tell...

Ch'en : Ch'en Hui-chieh never gives up halfway.
We've come so far, and finally found ourselves some clues.
Bagpipe, I'll get to the bottom of this with you. "Until the day the spectre force is exposed for all to see again." Only then will I do what I should've done long ago.
I will find Talulah.

<Background 1>

[The Hippogryph teacher Koshelna, who is associated with the so-called Deathless Black Snake, continues her conversation with Talulah. ]

Koshelna : Think, Talulah. Think with all the techniques that you learned from Kashchey whether everything that I say comes from the bottom of my heart.

Talulah : No need.

Koshelna : Will you kill me here, then? You had to avoid the Royal Guard's watchful eyes, so you don't have a sword.
And so you must kill me with your flames. Will you commit such a horrifying crime in front of all my students, who have nothing but admiration for me?

Talulah : If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't pick a method that would startle anyone.
Don't forget. You taught me all of this.

Koshelna : Will killing me satisfy you?
If that doesn't give you the satisfaction you need, I could give you a second, if not third name.

Talulah : You're telling me that, aside from you, there is more than one Black Snake within Ursus's borders.

Koshelna : You could also think that I'm trying to deceive you to live longer.

[Talulah gets up and walks out of the room. ]

Talulah : Your new body is... fragile.
It wouldn't take any more work to kill you than it took to kill that old Phidia.

Koshelna : What are you waiting for, then? Quick, turn my body to ash, and scatter it all across this dark hallway!

Talulah : "Terrifying Infected Murderer Reemerges in College Campus" –That's the headline that will don the front pages tomorrow.

Koshelna : You wouldn't mind having that on your reputation.

Talulah : I should point out that I'm not afraid of the patrol unit who will be here in three minutes, either.

Koshelna : But... your new old friends who are waiting outside the city... They don't stand a chance against the Royal Guards.
Even if they begrudgingly allowed you to return to Ursus because of those in control... They wouldn't tolerate murdering anyone on Ursus land.

Talulah : Kashchey.
If the Royal Guards found out that the immortal monster–the mastermind behind the Chernobog incident was right here, do you think they would try to take me in or turn their attention and blades to you?

Koshelna : ......
So, why haven't you killed me yet?

<Background 2>

Nine : It's almost time.

Reunion Warrior : She's not back yet? Nine, you're mistaken about her, aren't you?

Nine : If she doesn't show up when it's time, all of you will evacuate as planned.

Reunion Warrior : And you?

Nine : She's wearing my handcuffs, and that makes her my prisoner. I will take her in myself.

??? : Sounds like I saved you the trouble, then.

[Talulah returns. ]

Nine : –Talulah.
You're back. Not a minute late either. Is your business done?

Talulah : More or less.

Nine : So?

Talulah : You want to know what I got out of her? I was going to spare your ears my long-winded grumblings.

Nine : Good. You seem to have lightened up. Even found yourself a sense of humor.
So, what about the evil god? Did you slay him?

Talulah : She said that's not who she is anymore.

Nine : And you bought it?

Talulah : No, but I also am not the old Talulah who would think that killing her would solve all our problems.
I won't let her out of my sight, and when the time comes, I will kill her myself.
But I have a weird feeling about this...

Nine : A weird feeling?

Talulah : An immortal evil god... will die eventually, but I won't be the one to kill her.
–Ursus will kill her.
Even now, she thinks she can bend human will. We will prove to her, though–
One day, the people will awaken and abandon the ignorant conqueror.
And on that day, there will be no more Black Snakes in Ursus.

Nine : What about now, then?

Talulah : Now, before we come back here for the last time, we need to visit Victoria.

Nine : So you've decided to come with us?

Talulah : I'm your prisoner. I have nowhere to go except with you.
Besides, you said it yourself... The Infected there are waiting for us.

Operation story: 11-1

Before operation

Summary

Twenty-six years ago, the Duke of Cumberland's manor was host to a dinner party, with the King and the nobles gathered all in one place. It was there that news arrived of Victorian Realmblade, Kyngasycath, the Sighs of Kings, going missing.

<Flashback starts here>

「Twenty-six Years Ago...
1072
5:11 P.M. \ Overcast
Residence of the Duke of Cumberland, Auchterigg District of Londinium 」

<Background 1>

Sullen Voice : Your Majesty... I've just received word. Those two pitiful Members have died in their cells.

Impassioned Voice : An end they deserve. It's time Parliament understood they serve Victoria, and not the businessmen stuffing their pockets with coin.

Sullen Voice : I understand your eagerness. Still, some are worried. Your pressure on the Court has terrified a great deal of Members who had been observing the situation. They may act with impropriety in days to come.

Impassioned Voice : They should be fearful! They'll better know their places.
This unbroken succession of wars whiles away the riches our forebears accumulated over the ages, yet certain greedy condorwings have been reared–fattened by them.

Sullen Voice : I'm not looking for you to back down, but if we could just go a little slower...

Impassioned Voice : A little slower! As if the condorwings know when to stop. Why don't you look for them to feed a little slower?
If we don't put our new tax policies in place, then once the enemy sees fit to pounce on Victoria and tear her flesh apart, even the mercenaries will leave us without a second thought!

Sullen Voice : If they consider themselves soldiers clear of mind and honorable of heart, they will stand by your side.

Impassioned Voice : I'm afraid the Red Dragon thought as much too, before he was forced to share half his crown.
We all saw the end that befell him.

Sullen Voice : I promise you, no matter the hour, you will have Cumberland's loyalty.

Impassioned Voice : Of course, "Cumberland the Ever on High"–how could I doubt where you stand?
But you see, Robert, Victoria is in her hour of need, this very moment. The right of kings is waning upon this swathe of soil.

Sullen Voice : Why does Your Majesty think so?
It's your birthday the day after. Everyone is hoping to catch a glimpse of your visage. The servicemen are impatient to pay their respects to you, and the populace's cheers are sure to drown out the parade in turn.

Impassioned Voice : This year, perhaps. But what of next year? And when it comes time for my Alexandrina to succeed the throne?
Robert, we will make our exit, sooner or later.

Sullen Voice : Your Majesty! You–

[A Victorian officer opens the door and walks into the room. ]

Victorian Officer : Your Majesty, Your Grace.
Pardon me for bothering you without permission, but I've just had a report–
There has been an intrusion in the Palace underground. The Sighs of Kings is unaccounted for.

Sullen Voice : ...What?

Victorian Officer : And... so is Her Highness Alexandrina.
The Guard have sealed off all areas of connection, and the search is underway, but no leads have surfaced for the time being.

Sullen Voice : Her Highness Alexandrina and the Victorian Realmblade have gone missing at once, in this sensitive a situation?
No. No noble would be this brazen. But...
Your Majesty, I assure you, I will personally handle this affair, straight away. I'll...

Impassioned Voice : Don't be flustered, my old friend. Alexandrina's long-time mentor accompanies her. I trust no one will pose a threat to her safety.

Sullen Voice : Her mentor? As in...?

Impassioned Voice : He treats Alexandrina very well. I can't recall if he's ever even shown me the same level of concern.
As for our Sighs of Kings, no matter where it is, it will play its role.

Sullen Voice : You mean... the role of a Realmblade?

Impassioned Voice : Hah. It'll be grasped by a righteous ruler before those academics conduct their endless research on it. That is what a Realmblade stands for.
And we all look forward to the coming of that day.

Sullen Voice : ......
I understand.

Impassioned Voice : Robert. For your daughter, and for mine.

Sullen Voice : Yes, Your Majesty... and for Victoria.

<Background 2>

[The younger Allerdale Cumberland runs through the garden, tended by Ailshie the maid. ]

Maid Ailshie : Hold on, Miss, don't run so fast–

Allerdale : I have to, Ailshie! I need to see my father!
I know he's at home today! If I'm not quick enough, he'll be off God-knows-where again!

Maid Ailshie : The Duke's been up to his ears in business recently, but if he knows you want to meet him, I'm sure he'd be willing to spend the time with you.

Allerdale : I don't want him to spend time with me!

Maid Ailshie : Then what are you in such a hurry to see him for?

Allerdale : I... I need to tell him, loud and clear, how I don't want to go to County York.

Maid Ailshie : Don't you like the country? The manor out there's a lot more land than it is here. You used to love playing in the meadow, and you always had the farmers' kids there play cricket with you.

Allerdale : I love it there!
But it's hardly even summer yet–this time of year, we usually stay in Londinium. Plus, isn't it strange to you how it's just me and Mum going this time?

Maid Ailshie : Calm down for now. I hear from the Manchesters' butler how a lot of the noble houses' Masters and Mistresses are summering in the country early this year. It might just be one of those new trends in society, you know?

Allerdale : Don't give me that.
Ailshie, Dad's hiding from me. He wants me out of here. Why? Because I keep asking him to teach me swordsmanship, or because I can never get any Gaulish into my head? Is that why he has a temper at me?

Maid Ailshie : Miss Allerdale, maybe it's not my place to say this, but...

Allerdale : Well, my manners tutor isn't here right now, and I don't give two tosses what you should be saying or not.

Maid Ailshie : ...I can only offer my own opinion.
Miss, His Grace loves you very much. No matter what his decision is, it's going to be for the good of you and the Madam.

Allerdale : If he wants good for me, that's more reason he shouldn't be sending me off.
I... I'll miss him. I'll miss him a lot, you know.

Maid Ailshie : Ha, ha... Oh, come on, you. What's the blushing for?

Allerdale : Because that's the kind of thing only little kids say!
I don't want Dad to think I'm attached to him! I need to be stronger, and then I can become a Steam Knight sooner, just like my great-great-great-great-grandmother–

Maid Ailshie : But, you know, you are a child still.
You should try telling him everything you've been feeling. He's a gentle, generous Duke, and a kind and caring father. I'm sure he'll understand you.

Allerdale : So you'll let me see him?

Maid Ailshie : I always support you in your decisions.
But you'd best be a little slower, so's you don't trip on the plants, or else Mr. Jim the gardener'll skip dinner again out of shame for getting you hurt.

Allerdale : Tell Jim it's his fault if his plants hurt me!

[Allerdale runs off. ]

Maid Ailshie : *sigh* Really, what do we do with you?
And make sure you mind your skirt, Miss Allerdale... You've got an audience with His Majesty at the dinner tonight!

<Background 3>

[Two nobles are having a chat. ]

Noble Gentleman : Have you seen Charles Lynch anywhere?

Noble Lady : The newly appointed Steam Knight, was it...? Incredible achievement at his age. I'm sure plenty came here just to mob him.

Noble Gentleman : Shame he rushed off not long after he arrived. I hear every Steam Knight garrisoned in Londinium got orders to move.

Noble Lady : ...Is it Sargon or Leithanien this time?
God save Victoria, no more wars. Every time one happens, I have to sell off a few more of my grandfather's paintings, rest his soul.

Noble Gentleman : It's an order direct from Parliament this time.

Noble Lady : ...Parliament?
Oh, of course... the Steam Knights sit under Parliament, don't they? You always get word so quick.

Noble Gentleman : The more you're informed, the better you invest, especially in these times. This goes far further than how much pound sterling we make or lose.
We're deciding the nation's future, and that's precisely why we need to be in touch with more of the wisest.
Major Lynch is...

Noble Lady : I think the proper title is Sir Charles now.

Noble Gentleman : Sir Charles is a diligent and upstanding knight, loyal to our nation, to Victoria.
He's been aboard his high-speed warship defending us at the northern border for close to ten years, now. Countless meritorious deeds. Selected to be a Steam Knight, even at his young age. There's no telling how far he'll go.

Noble Lady : I hear he used to live in Londinium, I think right here in Auchterigg? Come to think, I've never heard anything about his family.

Noble Gentleman : No matter his family, he's a pillar of Victoria.
Those with the honor of joining the Steam Knights are much different stuff than in times past. You know the type, the court suck-up playing sycophant to the monarch.

Noble Lady : Do I hear you ribbing at someone?

Noble Gentleman : No, no, no, I would hardly. All I'm saying is, you see how His Majesty is surrounded by such fine company like Sir Charles, while there are people out there who've done nothing but rest their own laurels on their ancestry's honors. They're a pale shadow in–

Allerdale : ......

[Allerdale walks toward the nobleman and, in anger, hits him. ]

Noble Gentleman : Oh, dear... whose child is this? What are you barging about a dining hall for? You'll be dragged off forthwith if you bother His Majesty or His Grace!

Noble Lady : The dress... the hair color... Richard, she's...

Allerdale : The Cumberlands are NOT suck-ups!
We deserve steam armor! We'll charge enemy lines and give our lives for His Majesty and Victoria!

Maid Ailshie : Miss Allerdale!
Sir Lord, Lady Martha, dreadfully sorry... the Miss is just feeling unwell right now, she doesn't mean to be rude to the guests. I should have put her to bed, the blame is mine.

Allerdale : What do you mean the blame is yours, Ailshie?!
No one is allowed to sully the Cumberlands' honor!
I'll become a brilliant steam knight, like my ancestors were!
Just wait until I grow up... I–I'll prove it to all of you!

Maid Ailshie : Miss!

Allerdale : ......
Excuse me.

[Allerdale runs off... ]

Maid Ailshie : *sigh* Don't run so fast!
Sir, Madam, I need to fetch Mistress Allerdale. If you'll pardon me.

[...followed by Ailshie. ]

Noble Lady : Well, then. Our Miss Allerdale seems to be a fine, outspoken young girl.

Noble Gentleman : Ah-heh... I thought we wouldn't have the chance to meet Miss Allerdale until the function tonight. How lucky of us, wouldn't you say, Martha?
Children can always afford to be innocent and naive. But whoever you may be...
You won't get away without growing up.

<Background fades out and in>

「Allerdale pants and gasps as she runs down a long, long passage.
She meant to seek her father, and she has no idea why she squeezes her way into this tiny room instead. It's far from both the ballroom and the Duke's study, practically neighboring the attic.
It's probably her fit of temper in this moment. She doesn't understand why her dad wants her gone, let alone why those posh-dressed visitors would say such things about the Cumberlands.
Every time life doesn't go her way, like when she loses a cricket match, or when her father the Duke misses her birthday party, this is where she comes, so she can have a chat with her old friend. 」

Allerdale : They've all forgotten! You were the mightiest knight the Steam Knights ever had!
But my father taught me that true heroes aren't afraid to give their lives, and they're even less afraid of being forgotten... so I shouldn't have argued with them.
I really want to grow up soon... and then I'll become one of the glorious Steam Knights too, and rout all our enemies!
I'll make every single person who ever talked down on the Cumberlands too ashamed to lift their heads!
I probably can't be as mighty as you were. But it'll be enough if I can just be half as... no... two-thirds as mighty.
Oh, but my father's said that as a Cumberland, I must hold the loftiest goals in mind! So...
You'll watch over me, can't you? I won't disappoint you, of course not!

[Footsteps are heard. ]

Allerdale : (...Is someone here?!)
(Is it Ailshie?)

「She doesn't want to be dragged back to the hall so soon, so she stoops down, and with a single step leaps behind the steam armor she knows so well.
The dilapidated suit shields her as if it was protecting the young desendant. Her dainty frame is completely concealed.
Strangers' footsteps encroach.
Most of her view is blocked by the suit; Allerdale can't make out their faces. The most she can glimpse is their distorted reflections. 」

<Background black>

[An officer and a merchant discusses something. ]

Indistinct Officer : Time's short, and chances are few. We need to confirm a few things.

Obscured Merchant : Are you sure this place is safe?

Indistinct Officer : It's as secluded as any nook or cranny gets. The rest of the visitors are all in the ballroom, still. No one's noticed us leave.

「No, someone has.
Not everyone loves to hang around in opulent halls with nothing to do, Allerdale thinks to herself. 」

Obscured Merchant : I don't understand. Why not choose today? The lion's finally left his den for once, and hardly any of the Guard are here.

Indistinct Officer : An assassination can't solve anything, and it won't.

Obscured Merchant : Don't tell me you're scared of the gallows, Mister Dutyman.

Indistinct Officer : Compared to your fear of poverty, I'd say getting hanged's a lighter affair for me.

Obscured Merchant : I'm SICK of spending my days with my brain and my wallet in others' hands. Chop-chop, please.

Indistinct Officer : Even if the elder dies, there's still the cubs. The crown will remain seated firm on their heads, muzzling us like draft animals.

Obscured Merchant : If we can kill one king, we can kill a second.

Indistinct Officer : Easier said. Listen, we have to be patient.
The Steam Knights have all been sent out. By the time they return to Londinium, the dust will have settled.

Obscured Merchant : What will they do then?

Indistinct Officer : The same as those paragon few. They'll do nothing for their own gain, and everything for Victoria. Even if it won't be handy to support our actions, they'll understand the decisions from on high.

Obscured Merchant : Then that leaves the Royal Guard.

Indistinct Officer : At the parade...
...contain every Knight of the Tower... the key is seizing the city Defense Forces...
...some dukes got fed up with it long ago...

「Allerdale's face presses against cold plate, but sweat nevertheless drips down her forehead.
It grows harder and harder not to move a muscle, not to mention keeping her breathing stifled. The voices of the two figures grow gradually out of reach, then suddenly are right before her.
For a blink, she quivers, trying as hard as she can not to let her body slip into view, curling even her toes in. 」

Obscured Merchant : Has this lousy thing always been here?

Indistinct Officer : First-generation steam knight armor.

Obscured Merchant : First-generation! That's over two hundred years ago. It's antique by now, isn't it? I'm sure it'd fetch a pretty price.

Indistinct Officer : Haven't you seen the family crest? It's House Cumberland's steam armor.
Its old owner once stood before the Gaulish artillery in this, braced for three whole hours, just so His Majesty could flee unscathed together with his shattered people.
Only during battlefield cleanup did people realize half this suit had been blown away, and the one inside may well have died soon after bombardment began–
–but even dead, knights still persevere in protecting their own king and kin, reluctant to fall so soon.

Obscured Merchant : And here you're the one of Gaulish blood–I'm surprised you like reminiscing on these nobles' heroic deeds more than I do.

Indistinct Officer : Fundamentally... I just bear respect for those we can call heroes.
Their belongings and your measuring of things don't mix. Even if this duke's home is razed to ash one day, the Cumberlands would never sell off this armor.

Obscured Merchant : Hah... damned noble sense of honor, am I right? Utterly meaningless, in my view.
He's welcome to watch from his ivory tower all he likes, along with the rest of the dukes. No matter who the city's ruler nominally is, it won't make the dukes' authority any worse for wear, at least for the moment.

Indistinct Officer : If he took the prudent path, then he wouldn't be Cumberland.
Why can't he just let go of his loyalty to the lions? With colossal change about to greet Victoria, you wish he'd recognize where his loyalty should lie, sooner rather than later.

[Loud chatters are heard outside. ]

Obscured Merchant : What's going on down there?

Indistinct Officer : More men than you can count have surrounded the Duke's manor.

Obscured Merchant : What?!

Indistinct Officer : Quiet. Listen carefully.

Victorian Officer : Intruders... Palace underground...
Blade... thieved...
Seal off all major streets in Auchterigg... no one in or out...

Obscured Merchant : Can you hear what they're saying down there?

Indistinct Officer : They're searching for someone.

Obscured Merchant : Who?

Indistinct Officer : His Majesty's entire Guard has moved out.

Obscured Merchant : They couldn't know we're meeting here... could they? What do we do, sir?

「A faint noise comes from in front of them, a sound like someone gently drawing breath.
Allerdale's heart pounds. 」

<Flashback ends here>

After operation

Summary

The young heir apparent appears before the masses bearing the Sighs of Kings. As cheers fly, the undercurrents stir to life. A storm is nearing Londinium.

<Background black>

「...Allerdale, it's no good habit to eavesdrop. Listen to your father, now.
Only lowly scoundrels would hide away in the dark to plot the demise of another.
Maybe they do it for their own benefit, but such stolen victories never last for long. 」

Allerdale : (Urgh... lowly scoundrels, both of them...)
(Dad...)

「She doesn't want to be caught barefaced, especially not by these awful people. It'd disappoint her father, and bring shame on the Cumberland name.
If she can just climb out of the window... 」

<Background 4>

Indistinct Officer : We need to seize the moment.
The soldiers are counting heads right now. We'll mingle with the crowd in the confusion. That way, nobody will realize we were ever gone.

[A book fell. ]

Obscured Merchant : ...Did you hear something?

Indistinct Officer : It must be some little house pest. Don't overthink it. How's a room so cramped going to hide anyone?

Allerdale : Phew...

「She carefully, gingerly cowers inside the shadow. Her most loyal ally–the tremendous suit of steam armor–becomes her shield.
Her fingers feel to the edge of the window, and if she can just climb over and out, she can avoid this duo's line of sight, and climb down the gutter pipe.
Her skirt's filthy by now. Ailshie won't be happy about this.
But as long as she's not caught... 」

Allerdale : Agh!

「She doesn't understand what happened.
The sky and ground seem to spin before her eyes, the inside of Allerdale's head whirling with. Her hands and legs lose all purchase, her grasp and footing touch nothing but thin air. She plummets straight from the second story.
The garden scenery screams like mad towards her head, but before she hits the stiff soil, a soft yet ample cushion catches her.
A cushion from where?
No, it's not even a cushion.
Allerdale feels herself gently placed upon the ground.
She turns to looks behind– 」

「And creatures confined to legend stand before her.
They must have leapt out of a fairy tale just a moment ago, stood there imposingly in the garden. They really do exist.
Their golden fur gleams scintillant as the sun. The one at the head has pupils of deep brown, and they are now calmly staring at Allerdale.
Allerdale, brought by her father, has had several audiences with His Majesty, and seen generations of portraits of the Aslan kings hung on the palace walls.
But this is the first time she cannot help the urge to bow her head before such a gaze–for the ones before her seem more awe-inspiring than any monarch. 」

[... ]

「Yet a Cumberland does not bow so lightly. Allerdale makes a conscious effort to keep her head held high, as high as it can go, and only then does she notice that the one in the center carries a human astride him.
A girl who must be even younger than her, dressed in sumptuous ceremony, languidly sat atop his back akin to plated gold.
In his mouth is held a sword... a sword that outsizes the girl by far.
A deep, resonant voice arises in Allerdale's head. 」

"Allerdale Cumberland.
You will meet Vina again, someday."

「This is the first time Allerdale meets them, and the last as well. 」

[... ]

「In the over twenty years to follow, this sight will recur in her dreams, dreams of that august, golden presence, of the girl who was there with them–
Until, like the Aristocrat of Beasts prophesized, she once again meets the one named Vina. 」

<Background 2>

[The officer sees the lion pride along with the girl with the sword – who is none other than HRH Alexandrina of Victoria, the heiress of the Victorian Aslan dynasty. ]

Victorian Office : Look, that... that's...
Her Royal Highness Alexandrina!
Inform His Majesty immediately, we've found Her Highness, she's in the garden right this moment–
Wait, I'm not seeing things, am I? Isn't that... the missing...
Her Highness–she's found the Sighs of Kings!
God save Victoria!
God save the King!

「Cheers instantly erupt throughout the garden.
Servicemen, nobles, servants... everyone swarms for the place, eyes on Her Highness bearing the symbol of royal power.
What a miracle it is!
Hot tears fill the people's eyes, and one after another they reach their hands out in joy. 」

Maid Ailshie : Miss Allerdale... what are you doing here?

[Ailshie approaches Allerdale. ]

Allerdale : ...Ailshie.
You can't see them?

Maid Ailshie : Them? Who do you mean? Her Highness Alexandrina?
She's the only one there, you know.

Allerdale : No, them, they're golden...
He just said something to me too.

Maid Ailshie : Did something happen to you? Your skirt's dirty to high heaven... are you alright?

Allerdale : I... I'm not sure.
Stars... stars fell into the room upstairs.
The steam knight... armor... it gave those scoundrels a beating!

Maid Ailshie : I don't understand what you're telling me.

Allerdale : Ailshie, I feel really dizzy.

Maid Ailshie : You need some proper rest. Who hasn't lost their head, seeing all of this? Far too much has happened today.

<Background 3>

Noble Lady : Did you see? Her Royal Highness Alexandrina came back with the missing Sighs of Kings!

Noble Gentleman : The cheers from the gardens were practically shaking all the windows and walls. Hardly anyone believed their own eyes. Her Highness Alexandrina in the flesh–and her age, how young is she still?

Noble Lady : "A miracle," everyone's calling it.

Noble Gentleman : Yes, a miracle, of course it is.
The greatest difference between miracles and coincidence is that miracles never descend for no reason in the time and place they do.
It'll be His Majesty's birthday soon... How could I not consider this magical affair a splendid portent of things to come?

Noble Lady : Do give that a rest. They put on this whole auteur-styled drama for the merriment of anyone watching.
What I'm suddenly minding is the opinion some dukes have of His Majesty and our Duke of Cumberland...

Noble Gentleman : Leave it there. All worries on the backburner, now. The dinner party's about to begin.

Noble Lady : You're quite right. Let's enjoy everything here to the fullest–

Noble Gentleman & Noble Lady : God save Victoria!

<Background 1>

Impassioned Voice : ...It seems the people's attentions are on Alexandrina's adventure.

Sullen Voice : Your Majesty... you knew beforehand Her Highness would enter the cavern underground?

Impassioned Voice : It was a fine opportunity. With me out of the Palace, the diligent guards could more easily chatter, or perhaps sleep on the job, and thus let this little intruder of ours slip by.

Sullen Voice : So you planned all this.

Impassioned Voice : Half was his fine improvisation. He does like a harmless little practical joke on us humans now and then.

Sullen Voice : If he went along with this, does that imply he, too, considered this a necessary deed?

Impassioned Voice : ...Londinium will be soon for summer. Awfully stuffy days, and torrents of rain from time to time. You're planning to send Allerdale and the wife out of the city yourself, aren't you?

Sullen Voice : Your Majesty! My intention has always been but one, I simply...

Impassioned Voice : Robert, you adore your daughter, as do I.
We are to wager everything for Victoria's present, but they are Victoria's future. On the off-chance we do fail...

Sullen Voice : We will not, Your Majesty. I will ensure the worst case does not happen, if it takes my very life.

Impassioned Voice : I'm filled with great courage and confidence at our prospects. Still, it doesn't hinder me from planning just the most minute escape option for Alexandrina.
She'll be ruling Victoria sooner or later. Is it so wrong to have her get to grips with this city in advance?
And a similar farce still more or less served to right the balance, on this stifling-seeming afternoon.
Under all this pressure, the people's spirits need a little boost. That is what we're met here for.
......
Of course... we all have some premonition. Hence why we made these calculations, correct?

Sullen Voice : ......

Impassioned Voice : Come, Robert. Once you're done with your tea, we'll be due downstairs.

<Background 2>

Allerdale : I hear music. That's the band Dad and His Majesty invited?

Maid Ailshie : Yes, Miss Allerdale. The dinner party's about to begin.

Allerdale : Everyone's so happy.

Maid Ailshie : Aren't you, too?

Allerdale : Ailshie... will the days go on like this forever?
Me and you, and Dad, and Mum... we'll always be together?

Maid Ailshie : I don't know, Miss Allerdale. But I believe nothing ever stays completely the same, just as the flowers in the garden.

Allerdale : ......
No. There are some things that will never change, Ailshie!
I'll grow up to be a Steam Knight, just like Sir Lynch! No, even greater than Sir Lynch!
I'll protect you all, and I'll drive every scoundrel away.
I'll uphold the glory of Cumberland, just like my great-great-great-great grandmother!
I promise this, Ailshie! You'll see!

Maid Ailshie : Miss...

Allerdale : ...I'm not leaving Londinium. You're not allowed to leave either, Ailshie.
I'm going to tell Dad–
This is my home. Just like every Cumberland's done before me, I'll keep it, I'll protect it, until my life is over.
I swear.

<Flashback ends here>

Operation story: 11-2

Before operation

Summary

Four years ago, the Duke of Stafford incited an armed rebellion within Londinium, and during the chaos, Golding came to the aid of the wounded Heidi. Heidi was insistent on delivering intel out of the city.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

「Four Years Ago...
1094
3:25 P.M. \ Overcast
Saint-Marsol's College, Auchterigg District of Londinium 」

[Two children are playing in the classroom. ]

Naughty Child : Hey! Look, all the soldiers in Parliament Square, all the crossbows and cannons! You've got nowhere to run!

Innocent Child : *whimper*...

Naughty Child : Stop crying, you're not supposed to cry! Chin up! You're playing the King!

Innocent Child : Um... I-I'll have you all killed! I-I've got my Kn... Knights of the Foyer!

Naughty Child : It's the Knights of the Tower.
Most of them surrendered. And all the ones who won't give in will be like you soon. They'll be tried by us, and... the fiery rage of Londinium we represent.

Innocent Child : W-Who can try a king?

Naughty Child : Used to be nobody could, maybe nobody else in the future either.
You're a dead-end, Your Majesty. You blocked Victoria's forward stride.
Every machine in the city stopped on your command, plus you wanted to take the daily bread away from all the suffering people, stealing every last penny out of their purses.
Our hands toil for nothing but tomorrow's sun. It's you and your greedy attendants that forced us... to stain ourselves in your blood!
Forward, soldiers! For Victoria!

Innocent Child : Victoria...! I... I am Victoria... you insolents! Victoria won't pardon you for this, even if I become a s... s...

Naughty Child : A specter! Speeec-teeer! First you run over to those steps, and then fall down, and then you say that!

[A teacher heards the children playing... ]

??? : Who's that running around the doorway here?

[...before approaching them. ]

??? : Ralph, Anna, you little pair of mischief-makers–

Innocent Child : It's Miss Molly...

Naughty Child : We were just getting to the most fun part! Anna, quick, get on the steps, we're going to do the hanging!

Molly : Hanging... hanging?!
Who taught you children such a cruel game?

Naughty Child : It's how the grown-ups in Slantwards Alley play.

Molly : Slantwards Alley... there's all manners there. Did you watch some kind of silly show? Who took you to see?

Naughty Child : Tom the cobbler.
He was drinking a lot of yellow stuff, and it was all dripping off his face. And then he ran up on stage while they were up there, and he was yelling and screaming "I won't let you disgrace His Majesty the King, he was a great among greats."

Molly : That bloody Tom! No, that's no language to use in front of children... Oh, what's he thinking, taking children to a pub?!

Naughty Child : Let's keep going, Anna. I want to play one more time before supper.

Innocent Child : Then it's your turn to be the one that dies! Ralph, you promised! You can't fib!

Molly : Oh, Your Majesty... pardon these children for disrespecting you.
They've never seen you, nor heard your voice before. All they know are rumors of you from all the city's gossip peddlers.

Naughty Child : Miss Molly, you've never seen the King before either! You don't get to be all hoity-toity with us!
Come on, run, Anna, I'm chasing you–

[The children continues playing where the boy chases the girl. ]

Innocent Child : Out of the way, t... traitor! Sooner or later, you'll all be torn apart by the beasts within!

Molly : Children, this is hardly proper of you.
If you don't want punishment, you'd best cut that out. Never let any of the clergy or teachers see...

??? : See what?

Molly : Oh, good, Lady Golding!

[Golding joings in. ]

Golding : Ralph, why are you so flushed?

Naughty Child : Um, 'cuz... 'cuz...

Innocent Child : We're playing a game, ma'am. It's really fun.

Golding : A game?
......
Very well, I understand. Return to your bedrooms soon, and don't forget to do today's homework.

Innocent Child : Yes, ma'am.

Golding : Additionally, Ralph, Molly may only be older than the two of you by a few years, but she is still your teacher.

Naughty Child : Yes, ma'am. Sorry, Miss Molly–

Molly : Alright, alright, listen to the ma'am now. Off you go.

<Background 2>

[Molly and Golding walks through the streets. ]

Molly : I can't believe you didn't scold the two of them.

Golding : Ralph and Anna? I don't blame them.
The children just don't understand what cruelty is yet.
They have an innate desire to learn. If they can't learn anything proper from books or ourselves, it's only natural they'll turn to other places.

Molly : They... so many say that hanging transformed Victoria. Lady Golding, do you agree?

Golding : Ask the same question to different people, and you'll only get different answers.
The machines of Highbury's munitions factories certainly never ceased to whir, but the grand houses of Auchterigg have had many a change in ownership.
While all I know is that these poor children still come in droves to our school each year, bless their hearts. They're in need of help, much as I was twenty years ago.

Molly : I thank the school. If it hadn't lodged me, I would have long died of some illness or other.

Golding : Molly, what happened just earlier gave me an idea.

Molly : An idea... You're mean, the sets of plays you're holding?

Golding : Indeed.

Molly : So they're meant for the children. But they've only just learned to read. Won't it be a little too soon?

Golding : Better this than all the showy, slipshod stuff in Slantwards Alley.
For young children, acting others' roles is tantamount to a game. The complex implications might escape them for now, but at least they can get a little taste of the emotion and power within the words for themselves.

Molly : I do hope you're right.

Golding : It comes with another upside too, no? The children won't be nodding off in my literature classes anymore.

Molly : Haha, I suppose so. What matters to me is that we can use up just a little of their energy–it'll be a great relief for me!

[Sounds of chatter are heard as a bookshop closes. ]

Londinium Citizen : Excuse me, madams, bookshop's closing in advance.

Golding : Mr. Adams? You're quite early to shut today.

Londinium Citizen : Haven't you heard yet, ma'am? There was a disturbance at the Duke's office in Camden this morning.

Golding : Disturbance? What kind of disturbance is it to affect Auchterigg? It's quite a ways away.

Londinium Citizen : One of the office admins got beat to death. Duke of Stafford's nephew, apparently. Only just rocked up in Londinium a week ago.

Golding : ...Oh, rest his soul. Have the police caught the murderer yet?

Londinium Citizen : That's the problem.
Witnesses say the suspect scarpered into a Defense Force barracks.

[Soldiers run through the streets. ]

Victorian Soldier : Seal the street! Move! Don't let him get away!
All eyes out–

Molly : And now he's fled into Auchterigg? Really?

Londinium Citizen : Hard to say, ma'am. Probably not that simple.

Molly : How strange. Are these the Defense Force's men? My eyes might just be playing tricks, but their uniform seems a little different to what I remember...

Londinium Citizen : I've got a friend who lives in Camden, ma'am. He says there's soldiers just flooding the street nearby, all of them wearing that uniform.
There's even word that... well...
A duke secretly slipped into Londinium just yesterday!

Molly : How, though? Wasn't that prohibited by law?

Golding : ......
Thank you, Mr. Adams. These books are too heavy; I'll pick them up next time.
Molly. Back to the school, as quick as we can.

<Background 3>

Victorian Soldier : No one? Didn't they say they saw someone hiding in the alley?
We can't let word of the Duke spread in the city! If we do, our entire operation today's... ugh, damn and blast!
Didn't even see if it was a man or a woman. What the hell are these intelligence agents doing in their bloody Londinium offices?
Good-for-nothings! Got the Duchy's people running circles around them!
Lucky I just landed a bolt–
Keep up the chase! They can't have gotten far!

[The soldiers move out. ]

<Background 2>

Heidi : ......

[Golding noticed Heidi's presence. ]

Golding : Wait–

Molly : Lady Golding? Did you see something?

Golding : Nothing urgent.
Molly, you go back to the school for now. Gather all the children, and make sure they don't stray out into the streets.

Molly : What about you?

Golding : I'm going to see a friend. Prepare some hot water and a clean towel in the office for me; I'll be back as soon as I can.

<Background 1>

[Heidi catches her breath. ]

Heidi : Rrmph... *pant*...

Golding : Sorry, bear with me. School things are fairly rudimentary–more often we have children falling over while making a racket. Not so much being shot by soldiers' crossbows.

Heidi : Who knew... you could sew up wounds.

Golding : With the scant yearly donations to the school, we can't afford to hire that many staff. I have to moonlight as the school nurse a lot of the time.

Heidi : Urrrgh... ow...

Golding : After seeing you move so silently on the street, I wasn't imagining you would feel the pain.

Heidi : Oh, don't jest with me... you're the only one in all of Londinium who I can truly catch my breath with.

Golding : I can suture your wound, Heidi, but I can't disinfect it. You'd best be off to a hospital straight away.

Heidi : I don't think so.

Golding : Can you tell me why?

Heidi : ......

Golding : I thought we were friends.

Heidi : Golding, I shouldn't have come here with you in the first place. I haven't wanted to pull you or the children into all the mess.

Golding : So the soldiers are after you. Are they really the Duke of Stafford's men?

Heidi : Did Adams tell you that...? I thought he would keep mum.

Golding : He's your friend, and mine as well. He was the one holding the book club we met each other at, and don't you forget that.

Heidi : Ha, ha. Could I ever?
You were a ruthless one then.

Heidi : "A fast-food work of pop-culture subservience."–'Its only use is fueling chatter between ladies of the house and girls at teatime.' Your words for my newest work.

Golding : But I did say that the author's talent lay far beyond.

Heidi : And I hadn't conceived that the most tasteful of all Londinium's critics was such a simple, unassuming teacher.

Golding : I could read into every line you'd written, and for each one, the hundred lines you hadn't besides–those were your words, Heidi, uttered by you.

Heidi : Never would I doubt the unspoken understanding between us.

Golding : Then let me help you.
We can be more frank with each other, Heidi... just as we always have.

Heidi : ......
Golding... did I ever tell you that, years and years ago, I had the fortune of meeting a Laterano cleric who wasn't a Sankta?
She once lived in Londinium too. She may well have some ties to this school's origin.

Golding : Who is she?

Heidi : She's...

[Molly rushes into the classroom. ]

Molly : Lady Golding, goodness!
Oh, hold on, you have a guest? Wh–Who might this be...?

Golding : A literary circle friend.
Is something the matter, Molly?

Molly : Outside, ma'am... I thought you would've heard...

Golding : ......

「From far away come strange noises.
The sort that Londiniers are quite inured to.
They confuse them all too easily, at first, with the sound of an exploding steam boiler carelessly lit, or the sound of the mechanical fowlbeasts the children so love slicing through the air.
But as the ground and building tremors become steadily apparent, an instinctual panic strikes everyone.
By protection of the kings, Londinium has never once met Catastrophe before. What they face now is without a doubt a different sort of menace–and in those of long age, something stirs. The nightmare of twenty years ago has come again.
The sign of war.
In the midst of the room's silence, the rumble grows thicker. 」

Molly : It doesn't make sense.
They were only catching a few criminals. Why'd they bring out such a display of force?

Golding : If we could make sense of every thought in the minds of our fellow man, many a tragedy would never come to pass.
Molly, if you could check whether the soldiers in the street are still there.

Molly : Yes, ma'am.

[Molly heads to check the outside. ]

Heidi : I have to leave now.

Golding : I know. I'd love to urge you to stay, but I know full well that not even heavy artillery could stop you.

Heidi : I know you've noticed too, Golding. Another scene change is being wrought upon Londinium tonight.
The Duke of Stafford's troops are on the offensive at Parliament Square as we speak. The Duke of Cavendish's men arrived at the outer wall a long time earlier.
The coup d'état over twenty years ago, and the turmoil it brought, were at least the briefest thing for the citizens here. But this time... I couldn't say.
This will likely develop into an inter-ducal war, and its epicenter will have been Londinium.
I've... come into some intel. It has the potential to save tens of thousands of lives. The sort of thing I need to deliver out of the city before tomorrow's daybreak.

Golding : ...War, you say.

Heidi : I'm afraid so.
The fire of war could spread to other cities at a moment's notice. Every Victorian needs to make preparations.

Golding : Victoria's peace has endured for over two decades since His Majesty's passing. Many call it a miracle, but I long ceased to believe it a miracle of any sort.
No one would abandon their own interest, especially when its vastness is that of Victoria's... It instead gave those with the stuff to plunder it all the more to consider.
We pitiful that live in this crack of history could only simply shut our eyes and proclaim it so. "Peace."

Heidi : Heh... who would've thought deathly illness would drive Stafford to such measures? And who could've predicted how the other dukes would respond?

Golding : Without the efforts of people such as yourself, this war would've broken out twenty-two years ago, instead of being delayed to today.

Heidi : Are you trying to soothe me, Golding?

Golding : I'm only stating the reality, nothing more.
You needn't reveal your goals to me, Heidi, let alone explain what your people have been planning all these years.
You need only answer me one thing–will peace come again?

Heidi : ...It will.
That's what we've been striving for all along.
We will protect our homeland. That is the truth, throughout the ages, that we Victorians have believed in.

Golding : Even if countless will die in the streets outside? Even if, with each end in sight upon the road of yours, the next preordained war comes to greet you?

Heidi : Indeed.
Because war will ultimately end. It may end at the hands of us, or our posterity. When the smoke clears from the skies shrouding Victoria, no more will the children's smiles be crossed with haze.

Golding : Very well.
I'm willing to believe in you, Heidi, to try and believe.

Heidi : Should I ever be able to return to Londinium, Golding... then I'll tell you everything, when we meet again.

Golding : Remember that. Remember your promise.
...Come back alive.

<Flashback ends here>

After operation

Summary

After night lifts, the Sarkaz army enters Londinium.

<Background 1>

「Several hours later... 」

Molly : Ralph–where's Ralph gone?
Oh, heaven's sakes! Everything's a mess–how can he still be running about?!

Innocent Child : Miss Molly, Ralph said grown-ups keep mentioning artillery but he's never seen it for himself...

Molly : Of all the...! He can't have gone out in the street?!
They've started firing out there already! The bolts and the shells flying all over–

[An explosion is heard. ]

Golding : I'll go and find him.

[Golding rushes outside. ]

Molly : Lady Golding! It's far too dangerous!

<Background 2>

[Golding runs through the streets amidst the chaos and found the boy, Ralph. ]

Golding : Ralph!

[Ralph is shivering from the chaotic situation. ]

Naughty Child : I... I...

Golding : Come here, now–

Naughty Child : *sob* Lady Golding...

Golding : Don't fear. Good boy. I'm right here.

[An explosion occurs close to Ralph... ]

Naughty Child : Waah!

[...but Golding quickly grabs him before the blast reaches them and takes cover in time. ]

Golding : Let's hurry back–it'll all be better then, it'll all be alright.

<Background 1>

[Golding returns with Ralph. ]

Molly : Lady Golding! Ralph! You're back, oh, wonderful!

Naughty Child : I'm sorry, Miss Molly.

Molly : Oh, you scared me to death, Ralph.

Golding : Are all the children here, then?

Molly : Yes, ma'am, I've counted.
A–About just now...

Golding : ...A shell landed nearby.

Molly : What ever for? Just who exactly is warring with who?
It doesn't make sense. Everything was fine this morning. How could this have happened to Londinium so suddenly?
*sob*...

Golding : Don't cry, Molly. No tears in front of the children.

Molly : Yes, ma'am.

Golding : Hold my hand tight. At least we're all together.

Molly : We... we have the Defense Forces, and the Steam Knights!
They'll protect Londinium. They'll protect Victoria!

Naughty Child : The Steam Knights...
I think I just saw them! Are they the really tall ones, in all black and...

Innocent Child : It was a shadow from a streetlamp, wasn't it?

Naughty Child : Liar! It was definitely one of the Steam Knights!
Tom the cobbler always goes on about them! He says how they're the symbol of Victoria's grandness!
"Hie over the valleys and over the rivers, rumble-ye-rumble, tell us the sound! Shalln't be thunder and shalln't be gale, the grand knights of grandest Victoria crowned!"

Molly : I knew that song when I was little too.
My singing teacher said that every year on the King's birthday, everyone'd gather in the Square to catch a glimpse of all the Steam Knights in formation.

Naughty Child : Can a Steam Knight really fly?

Molly : Apparently, all they do is run very fast, faster than any lightning or storm. With all the steam they emit on top, they must look like they're stepping on clouds.

Naughty Child : This is pants. We don't even have a king now. I've never seen a parade once.

Molly : Also, they told me their teacher once saw something even greater.
It was the year Victoria had just defeated Gaul, and to celebrate the then-King's birthday, dozens of Steam Knights all returned to Londinium together.
Their suits were draped in flags of Victoria, and once they'd all marched down the steps on the Palace of Westhaleg, it was like one giant flag all at once–
And then, everyone heard a howl even clearer than thunder.

Naughty Child : A howl?

Molly : Yes, a howl. The people who were there say it was Victoria's emblem, the symbol on our flag, coming alive.
Because ever since that day, Victoria had officially surmounted Gaul, and become the grandest nation of all Terra's lands.

Golding : ......

Molly : I'm so sorry, Lady Golding! Your father was Gaulish, I forgot...

Golding : You needn't apologize to me, Molly. You and I, Ralph, and the hundreds of thousands of children that grew up here... all grew as Londiniers.
Perhaps the same goes for the one in the suit of steam armor outside.

Naughty Child : Do you know a Steam Knight, Miss Golding?

Golding : ...Charles Lynch.
He used to live in Auchterigg. Tom the cobbler was an old friend of his, hence why he loves to tell tales of His Majesty and the Steam Knights so much.
In fact, Lynch was the last Steam Knight His Majesty ever titled in his life.
And the last Steam Knight titled up till now.

The night drags on.
For so long that the children hear every tale of the Steam Knights told in Londinium, and first light has just broken.
The sound of artillery stops sooner than they expected. Past the witching hour, the streets outside have more or less returned to silence. But no words are needed as they all continue to stay huddled indoors. No one dares rush to see the state out there.
Near to every Londinier has been awake the whole night.
The same question circles in everyone's minds–come next morning, will Londinium be different?

<Background 2>

「The next day... 」

[Molly and Golding walks through the streets. ]

Molly : Seems like everything's the same... Where have the Duke's men gone?
I knew it. I knew the situation would come under control lickety-split once the Steam Knights showed up!
I just didn't think it'd be this fast...

Golding : Molly... some way or another, we're going to need to buy essentials.
We don't know what might happen next.

[The Londinier from before comes out of his home. ]

Londinium Citizen : You two! What are you doing out here?!

Molly : Mr. Adams!

Golding : Excellent. For the children, knowledge is just as indispensable.
...Especially under present circumstances.
Mr. Adams, could you bring me those sets of plays from yesterday? And I'm afraid I'll need a few more too...
Hmm. These fairytales, along with those first steps into mathematics and physics there, and a copy of the Home Medical Guide. If you could parcel all that, please...

Molly : Wait, what's that noise?

「From not far away sound uniform footsteps.
They're unlike those the Londiniers have heard at parades. These are heavier, and more urgent.
The Palace of Westhaleg. The Shard. Parliament Square.
One flight after another in seamless succession, through Auchterigg's almost desolate streets, through the center of Londinium, Victoria's heart.
As the footsteps press towards this most ordinary of streets, some of those ducked to the side of the street finally catch clear sight of the advancing army–
Or better said, they see clearly the soldiers' appearances.
The horns, each shape their own, all condensed in ominous black, not even the rushing yawn of daylight casting a shine on them. 」

[Sarkaz warriors march through the streets. ]

Golding : ...Sarkaz.
They're Sarkaz mercenaries.

Molly : If they are mercenaries, I assume they'll leave soon.
And then Londinium will be back to the way it was, won't it?

Golding : ......

They don't know it yet, but in the years to come, many a thing will change completely.
For one, the Sarkaz army won't ever leave Londinium.
And for another–
From that day forth, no one will ever see steam armor in her streets again.

Operation story: 11-3

Before operation

Summary

One year ago, in a Sarkaz-occupied factory, prior to the changing of the flag, Feist decided to leave the factory and join the Self-Salvation Corps, leading to a clash with Granny Catherine.

<Background 1>

「One Year Ago...
1097
4:56 P.M. \ Overcast
Munitions Factory No. 11, Highbury District of Londinium 」

[A worker is listening to a report made by another worker. ]

Londinium Worker : Oi, has the last batch of polymer prep come in yet?
What–what do you mean it hasn't?!
This takes the piss...

Catherine : Who was in charge of transporting those materials?

Londinium Worker : It was, er, the one in charge, er...

Catherine : What are you dithering for?

Londinium Worker : ...It was Feist.

Catherine : That boy...

Londinium Worker : He went out first thing this morning. Should've been back ages ago.

Catherine : Who went with him?

Londinium Worker : Tommy, Patto and Day.

Catherine : They're not the same workshop. How'd they get on the same shift?

Londinium Worker : They all get along like a housefire. Keep mucking together all the time. Feist's their little ringleader.

Catherine : ......

[A Sarkaz mercenary approaches Catherine. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : You've hit a snag, from the sounds of it.

Catherine : Small potatoes, nothing more.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Small potatoes.
Catherine, you know what day it is today, right?

Catherine : How could I forget?
I've been fearing for my life I'll upset our officer if I sign and it looks like fowl scratch. I started practicing my signature ten whole days ago.

Sarkaz Mercenary : That's practice under your belt, then. The General's stressing importance hard on the handover ceremony in two days. Reportedly, the Defense Forces' head is showing too.

Catherine : ......
Want a cig?

Sarkaz Mercenary : ...Heh. Pass one here.

[Catherine passes a cigarette to the merc. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : You know why it is all your factory's people have stuck around until now, don't you?

Catherine : We work very hard.

Sarkaz Mercenary : That's a given.
You do your work very well. We're alike in that regard. Work, get paid, scrape a living.
But our employers know all too well the more exceptional a merc's work, the less he can be trusted.

Catherine : Standard fare.
Old manager of this industrial park, Sir Humphrey, never trusted us either. Before you dragged him away.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Don't make trouble for me, Catherine.

「The mercenary's tone is placid, like he's the one asking Catherine if she wants a smoke. As he so often does.
This is his job. Offing a few disobedient Londinium workers to him is almost the same as the screws she tightens on the daily.
Catherine taps her cigarette into a bag. Can't have ash falling into the machinery. 」

Catherine : I've told you more times than I can count.
If you want efficiency maintained, our factory can't afford one fewer worker.

Sarkaz Mercenary : I admire you a fair bit, Catherine. Even a typical merc might not even have the guts you do.
You've got the stuff. Thing is, it's possible to take anything too far.
Londinium's got over a hundred munitions factories just like yours. Even if this whole place was dead empty, the Regent wouldn't care.

Catherine : Nothing will change. The ceremony will come the day after, we'll hand over everything promised, and all our workers will be there.
No need for you lot to worry about a thing.

Sarkaz Mercenary : I'll take your word for it, then.

Catherine : Of course. Not got a lighter? You're just holding your cig there...

Sarkaz Mercenary : You hold onto it, after all. Londinium smokes always have a sort of engine oil to them. Can't ever get over it.

[The merc leaves. ]

Londinium Worker : Catherine, what do we do?

Catherine : (Pinches cigarette out)
...Off to the loading area.

<Background 2>]

Feist : Patto! Done there?

Londinium Worker : Just this screw left!

Feist : Sort it out. If this keeps up, they'll be waiting a whole week at least to get more polymer prep.

Londinium Worker : Polymer up to our ears, it's just batch after batch coming in. The hell are the Sarkaz building?

Feist : I haven't seen. Granny doesn't let me anywhere near the assembly line. Only her most trusted workmates get to climb up that walkway.
The longer this keeps up, the more it must be very important to the Sarkaz.

Londinium Worker : Gotta be a weapon, right? We've been pumping out auto-crossbows for the Sarkaz the last few days in the workshop.

Feist : Could only be. Still got so many ducal armies outside eyeing us.

Londinium Worker : Be ghastly letting the Sarkaz get away with this, I tell you.

Feist : We've got to stop them, Patto. We can't be helping the Sarkaz fend off our own.

Londinium Worker : Think it'd be any use if we destroyed this batch of prep? Think we'd get sentenced?

Feist : I'll step up if that's what it comes to. I'm not afraid of being taken in.

[Catherine approaches Feist. ]

Catherine : You can't do that.

Feist : ...Granny?

Catherine : Grab 'em.

Feist : Patto–do it!

Londinium Worker : Eh–?

Catherine : –

「On the fly, she grabs a small file and throws it.
With a clang, the worker's spanner flies out of his hand and onto the ground. 」

Feist : Ugh...

Catherine : Do you know what it is you're doing?

Feist : I'm stopping the Sarkaz!

Catherine : You're making a scene.

Feist : I've got it all planned! It won't drag any of you in. I'll tell the Sarkaz I did it, and then–

Catherine : –and then you'll die at the Sarkaz's hands. You're making yourself out as a hero, aren't you?

Feist : I'll try and flee. I've been planning this forever–

Catherine : You're using the crawler you modified. You're hiding on the cargo track, and slipping out of Highbury that way.

Feist : So you knew...

Catherine : I've been living in this industrial park for over fifty years. Whatever silly business you try, it won't slip by me.

Feist : Granny, listen to me.
I received some news. There's a rebel organization active in Sudean right now. They've rescued a whole number of people from the Sarkaz, and they've even taken back some plates!
They call themselves the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps–we're going to meet them!

Catherine : Are you now?
And then?

Feist : Er... what?

Catherine : Are they lacking for smiths? Are you going to assemble and automate production pipelines for them, maybe design the next generation of crawlers?

Feist : I...

Catherine : You can't even put a single armament together. You're going to go up to the people at this Self-Salvation Corps and tell them you want to bash Sarkaz heads in with spanners?

Feist : I'm learning!
I know the stories you've told me, like how you got selected to build steam armor when you were young, and I've heard you spending night after night polishing at power conduits.
I don't get it... We're Londinium workers, you've been teaching me that since I was little. You've told me how our factory built modern Victoria–
But now? We're lowering our flag at a handover ceremony, and raising the Sarkaz ensign.
And then? We're taking the assembly line we're so proud of and producing weapons for the Sarkaz with it, and those weapons will end up pointed at Victorians!
How can you bear life like this?

Catherine : Like what?
Life like this is our life, the life you and your parents have always been living.
Look at this factory.
Nobles with titles longer than their surnames, business tossers with lives built on trade, even the Sarkaz... we've had people posing as its master come and go.
But the assembly line's still there. The machines still haven't come to a halt. Each rivet that's passed through our hands is still in the place it's meant to be.
Whoever might be occupying that palace in the middle of Londinium, this city we built will still see tomorrow and the day after that.

Feist : But I don't want a tomorrow like this!
What kind of life is a life without freedom? It's being alive at most, that's it.
If this factory... if Londinium isn't ours any longer, then what was the point of everything we made for it?!

Catherine : ......
You know, Feist...
Twenty-five years ago, that night when the flames lit up the sky, your dad said much the same thing to me.

Feist : ......

Londinium Worker : Boss, the Sarkaz are almost back–

Catherine : You're free to go wherever you want.
But from this moment on, you are forbidden from ever setting foot in the factory again, Feist.
A worker who won't finish the job with his own hands isn't fit for the job.

Feist : ......

Catherine : Anyone who wants to go with him, I won't stop you either.
Just remember–you step out of this door, and you are no longer one of us.

After operation

Summary

Lt. Colonel Lettou, Chief Commander of the Defense Forces, arrives at the factory to preside over the changing of the flag. Feist, out on his way, and Catherine, inside the factory, bear witness to it together.

「Several days later... 」

<Background 2>

[Lettou, a Victorian Liberi lieutenant colonel collaborating with the Kazdelian occupiers, is talking with the Sarkaz mercenary from before. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Well?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Inventory check. This lot of factories has handed in its designated amount of material.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Excellent.

[The merc leaves. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Ms. Catherine, as you know, taking on Londinium's hundreds of factories and ensuring their smooth operation is by no means a simple feat.
Thus, my only option is to personally see every handover completed.
Some unpleasantness always comes part and parcel, but this handover, out of this final set of factories, has been the smoothest.
I must thank you for your willing cooperation, and for sparing me so much time.

[Catherine responds to Lt. Col. Lettou, ]

Catherine : I just don't want to do anything that'd be of no avail.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I admire your attitude, Ms. Catherine.
But I'm afraid your heart of hearts doesn't agree with you.

Catherine : You mean...?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I hear a few days ago, some workers fled your factory. Being the case, I'd like to take stock of personnel while I'm here, and have a look at your factory's names.

Catherine : ......
...It was my grandson who ran.

Londinium Worker : Catherine...

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Oh?

Catherine : Young 'uns tend to do without thinking.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Very plain-dealing of you, Ms. Catherine, but frankness alone will not quell this matter.

Catherine : Sir, I can't guarantee you everyone under me is of one mind. I don't have that capacity.
I can only guarantee this factory hands in its designated material quota.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......
Could I ascertain–are you asking me to let him go?

Catherine : He's a single tyke, every hair on his head out of place. He's hardly going to affect this factory's operation.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : But you could.
I've heard about your past deeds, Ms. Catherine.
No wonder you were chosen as a workers' representative. A woman of honor. I esteem you for it.
But we always must nip these things at the bud. Or are you able to guarantee me that your grandson won't become a traitor to us, such as... if he joined that Self-Salvation Corps that's all the vogue.

Catherine : I've no need to guarantee it, Sir.
Young 'uns always think they can do something.
But it always turns out they don't know what it is they're facing.
They'll... nip themselves.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ...I understand your sentiment.
......
Indeed. Pursuing a single escaped worker pales in comparison to the gravity of ensuring a dozen factories continue to stably operate.
I can overlook this affair, Ms. Catherine.
But I do hope you're able to keep your promise.

Catherine : As long as I'm in charge of this factory, there'll never be a problem.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Excellent. In that case, it's time we get on with the handover ceremony.

<Background 3>

[Two Sarkaz mercs are having a chat. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary A : *sigh* Just our goddamned luck. I wanted to go to the factory too and watch the flag raising.

Sarkaz Mercenary B : Quit griping. You can see it from here anyway. Just tough it out.

Sarkaz Mercenary A : There's none of the gravitas here that you get watching on-site.
Man, who the hell knew we'd actually take Victoria's capital? Dream of that in the past and you'd kick yourself.

Sarkaz Mercenary B : True enough.
Still, next comes the hardest period. The dukes are all eyes on us.

Sarkaz Mercenary A : Hmph. If they were good for anything, we wouldn't have seized Londinium so handily.

[The mercs leave as Feist comes out of hiding. ]

Feist : ......
That was close...
Phew. Lucky these mercs have no idea the plate has a gap you can get into here.

「Feist makes his way to a pipeline entrance.
He's done his survey. Somewhere along this passage is a connection to Sudean.
But now on the verge of setting foot inside it, he has doubts after all.
He wasn't kidding Patto. He's thought over every difficulty he might potentially face.
Critically, though, and what he never said, was that he didn't have a plan for every problem.
Granny wasn't wrong, after all. He's just a smith. He has a head that passes for smart, and relatively hardworking.
These two things ensured he could muddle through life fine in Londinium's peaceful years, but there's no telling if they'll save his life right under the Sarkaz's noses.
Tommy was right. If only those massive, hulking metal lads were still around.
He's all grown up, and still he's never seen a Steam Knight before. 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

「Bang. Clang. Bang.
With the factory ceiling so high, and the hatches so small, the view of the sky can't help being miniscule from within.
Its ever-changing shades cast a like projection down into the factory. Never-changing is the sound of the assembly line, one hunk of metal striking another–
As well as the sight of old Granny, standing at its side. 」

Catherine : Think it's dull, don't you?
Hold onto your hammer and spanner tight.
If you really want to do something, you've got to persevere.
You strike once, and you get nothing more than a hunk of beaten metal.
You strike again and again, and you can make steam armor.
You strike again and again, and then your child, and your children's children carry on striking–
And we've got Londinium.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background black>

Should he head back?
Should he go in?
He has no idea.

「From far away comes the sound of a Sarkaz bugle, and Feist follows that sound. 」

<Background 3>

「Atop every factory in Londinium stands a flag.
That flag stands for Victoria.
Not once since this factory's founding has that ever changed. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : But that, as of today, has changed.
Sign here, Ms. Catherine.

「Without hesitation, Catherine, upon the document that embodies transferal of factory authority, signs a practiced signature. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : And now, the final changing of the flag.
Go.

Sarkaz Warrior : Yes, sir.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Stay, Ms. Catherine.
Be what it may, you are currently witnessing history.

Catherine : ......
Sir, can I light a smoke?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : By all means.

[Catherine lights up a cigarette. ]

Catherine : Sir, just as you've heard of me, I've heard about you too.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Oh?

Catherine : Gaul.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Yes... My father was a Gaulish loyalist, that's no secret.
If you're querying me how I feel at this moment, Ms. Catherine...
An instant of joy that there was no blood shed throughout this procedure, but outside of that, my heart is filled with nothing but sorrow.

「Not far away, Sarkaz soldiers ferry over the flag that stands for them.
Meanwhile, an additional two Sarkaz prepare to lower the current one.
Catherine can see the happiness on their faces.
And beyond them, a resplendent sunset glow.
Catherine knows. It all signifies the dark isn't long away. 」

<Background fades out and in>

「Feist turns his head, and from this position, he just so happens to be able to see the factory's flagpole towering high.
He stands there, and watches as Victoria's flag descends, foot by foot.
A moment later, foot by foot, the flag of the Sarkaz rises.
As if nothing's changed at all.
He takes a deep breath, and sets foot into the pipeline. 」

[... ]

「It's pitch dark within. Apprehensively, he sets off, for the direction of Sudean he recalls.
All of Londinium's munitions factories have now completed the handover, and on this day, they have exchanged Victorian flags for those of the Sarkaz. 」

[... ]

「They flutter in the breeze. 」

11-4: The Stuff of Ideals

Summary

The Sarkaz and the dukes are on the verge of full-blown war. The Self-Salvation Corps and Rhodes Island make plans to gain intel on Sarkaz supply lines. Allerdale proposes obtaining the Realmblade of the Victorian Empire, together with Siege.

<Background 1>

「The Year 1098
1:03 P.M. \ Overcast
Palace of Westhaleg, Londinium
Even before Londinium was a nomadic city, the Palace of Westhaleg stood here.
Its name was originally plain Westhaleg. The Draco royal family convened its ministers here in this palace, and used their beloved gold and ruby to decorate the outer walls.
Said decorations went up in flames during the Great Fire three hundred years ago. Still, the building's skeleton remained, and it bore witness to the first Aslan king's coronation.
Thereafter, Westhaleg formally became the Palace of Westhaleg, to commemorate the age of peace and prosperity founded by the Draco and Aslan kings in joint.
Twenty-six years ago, the last Aslan king was captured in the same place by Parliament's standing forces.
And now, this is no longer the building where the Victorian Parliament assembles.
Sat at the conference table is but one person, not Draco, nor Aslan, but Sarkaz. 」

[Theresis sits on the conference table... ]

Theresis : ......

[...as messages come in from the communication terminal. ]

Voice on the Terminal : ...still no sign of movement from the Duke of Gododdin... ever since the Viscount's life was attempted, our activity in the demesne has been greatly restricted...
...lavish salons held every night at the Duke of Normandy's residence, but the flow of raw steel is extremely suspect, and all intelligence personnel have turned up empty-handed...
...any sound from Dublinn is drowned out by the Duke of Wellington's high-speed battleships roaring. We've as of yet been unable to penetrate into the Iron Duke's duchy, but no other duke would be able to impede the veteran, without a doubt.
...the Marquess and co. have finally given up on the Duke of Stafford's inheritance... the Duke of Caster admitted envoys and gifts on New Year's Eve...
...activity from all dukes has been growing increasingly frequent since last winter. It may be a sign they're about to "reach a conclusion." Preparations for Londinium remain at the same pace as... hold for a moment, sorry.
What? You're sure... Leithanien? Three days ago? This is too slow! ...Yes, it looks like they've finally found results after their diplomatic peacemaking...
Er. New cipher's just been decoded. It's word from the frontline, General. Yes, I need to... notify you ASAP...
Three days ago, the Empresses' Voice grandiloquently left the Duke of Windermere's demesne... er...
(Gulps) We didn't discover contact between the two sides in time, but, just today...
A city... a fortress changed course, and is sailing straight for Londinium. The one that's been nearest us over the past two years... er...
It's pushing directly from Leithanien into the Victorian border, nearing the ravine. Er, yes, it's the Kurfürst's archenemy... Duke Windermere's army.
Duke Windermere announces internationally... this is to "avoid Catastrophe."

「Silence once again hangs over the hall. But at this moment, with his eyes shut tight, Theresis sees the thick fog outside of Londinium.
Once it clears, the battle will come, right on schedule.
Footsteps break through Theresis's train of thought.
He is forced to open his eyes. 」

[Theresis sees Theresa beside him. ]

??? : Ther...
.......
Theresis.

Theresis : –
It's you.

Theresa : Were you asleep?

Theresis : ...Perhaps.
The Victorian dukes are a cunning lot. They meticulously sift through every word of intel that flows into Londinium, making the Sarkaz lose their heads.
The advantage isn't ours in this gamble. Yet neither have we been at a disadvantage.

Theresa : The Military Commission's business is always endless. Such is our history's fragility... even a single comment on a piece of information awry would suffice to forever damn Kazdel.
But even now... now as we stand in Londinium, things have hardly changed much. You're still as weary as ever.

Theresis : No, one thing has changed.
You're here.

Theresa : ...Ah.
Yes, I am.

Theresis : The breadth of possibilities has crossed my mind, if you were to take my head. Perhaps you would make a much cleaner job of it than I.

Theresa : You would never think that way yourself. That was a hypothetical put forth by Manfred.

Theresis : I am always in need of some differing voices.

Theresa : What's on your mind now?

Theresis : A dream.

Theresa : Oh?

Theresis : I saw us still in Londinium, yet unarmed.
Clouds enveloping this city, black stones growing everywhere, and the Sarkaz... the Sarkaz there in the way, between Catastrophe and the crowd.
Once the disaster lifted, Londinium's city gates were wide open to us, and the Victorians stood flanking the streets, cheering and welcoming us in.
We entered this palace, and the one sat on the throne no longer feared the black stones that grew from us, and took our hands.
He called the Sarkaz–
"Friends."

Theresa : It sounds unfathomable.

Theresis : There was more.
I saw Vampire, Nachzehrer and Wendigo set foot together into reaches more northern than even Ursus, casting fragments of strange monsters back unto the frigid sky.
And I saw Banshee and Damazti venture to parts more southern than even Iberia, walls against the ocean's dissent within the boundless water.
Countless Sarkaz giving their lives for this land–
And Aslan, Draco, Feline, Caprinae, Liberi... stood together with them.

Theresa : Stood together?

Theresis : Yes. The Sarkaz were no longer the nomads excluded. The land embraced us, and we had roots anew.

Theresa : This dream...

Theresis : This dream was not mine.
This scenario all originates from what you once described to me... a future the Sarkaz could have.

Theresa : I remember.
But you told me, then, that my ideals were too distant, that it was not only our enemies who could never comprehend me, but neither could the Sarkaz.
A myriad years of grievances became our weapons one and all, and all imposed upon me.
You also told me that the flames of war within the Sarkaz would tear them apart before I led them to that future, that was more likely in all respects.

Theresis : But you begrudge giving up any possibility, even if it may be but a nascent spark.

Theresa : ......

Theresis : You've also said...
That this world once was only the Sarkaz's. That the Ancients and Elders wrested our homeland from our forebears' hands.
Their souls in death still murmur the Sankta's betrayal, how the Royal Court withers like autumn leaves, how our bloodline is lost in howls of grief, how ridiculous the sinners are in forgetting history, and how Kazdel's ruins strew all across Terra.
And then, they–cry out–
–"The Sarkaz have invaded our homeland."

Theresa : ......

Theresis : So better that the Sarkaz believe in the fight. The fight can herd our destinies together as one. Better that than...
...Peace.
This isn't fair. To rule is a method of coexistence too.

Theresa : Terra will perish by its own hand before it confronts those time-old questions.

Theresis : But our homeland would be more magnificent than the many of the Seaborn. Our hexcrafters would hold the northern menace at bay. Our knowledge, all-encompassing, would dispel Originium, end the Catastrophes...
Before all that, the Sarkaz must reach an answer.

Theresa : You're right... they must.

Theresis : This is a conversation we've had countless times, but now, you can hear their voices clearly. You can make real contact with their ancient souls' tendrils. So tell me, Theresa–
–Did this myriad of years of all the Teekaz souls that lived and breathed, and passed from life to the other shore in death–did they ever receive a momentary respite?

Theresa : ......
I've already failed, Theresis.

Theresis : Because you're a move behind.

Theresa : Because at this moment, it is we that stand here.

Theresis : Here...
Londinium.
Tell me, Theresa.
When you stand atop The Shard and look at this city, what is it you see?

Theresa : That Victoria is a nation lush with ingenuity.

Theresis : Without a doubt. In a few short centuries, they've built nomadic cities, withstood Catastrophe, even attempted to control the storm–
Not to mention those knights of white steam. The valiance of those steel suits of armor that ventured into Kazdel, two hundred years ago, falls far short of that which I saw in the years to follow.

Theresa : Ah... perhaps it's the fault of our unique blood, for granting so many of us lives far too long.
So long that in the intervals between one war and the next, we lift our heads, only to realize that, excepting the Sarkaz, everyone is progressing on.

Theresis : No, it's nothing to do with the length of an individual's life.
They have the opportunity to progress, simply because in the past they monopolized the freedom to choose between peace and war.
Theresa, when I look at Londinium, I see the number of times this nation has gone wrong.
The Victorians scorn how primitive the Sarkaz are, yet in essence they simply use the rules of the culture they founded to gild the greed and violence that runs in their deepest marrow.
They tear at each other, incessantly. Ultimately, everything they've made will be ruined by their own hands.
That is why we could win this chance at freedom.

Theresa : Even if hope is still as remote?

Theresis : –
I won't give up on any possibility.

Theresa : Yes... in that regard, we've always been so alike.

<Background 2>

「The Year 1098
1:34 P.M. \ Overcast
Residence of the Duke of Cumberland, Auchterigg District of Londinium 」

[Clovisia reports to Amiya and the Doctor, ]

Clovisia : Amiya, Doctor, our Messenger has just sent back some key intel. The main Sarkaz forces are on their way back to the city right now. It's extremely likely this means they're about to wage war with the dukes' armies.
But given previous intel, even if they do return to Londinium, the Sarkaz military won't be enough to directly contend with all the dukes.
With the Sarkaz choosing to act now, they obviously believe they've grasped some key power that'll sway the situation for them.

Doctor : The Shard.

Clovisia : That skyscraper the Sarkaz occupied? We've learned there's weaponry concealed in the building, yes, but–will it sway things?

Amiya : It will, Clovisia. Have your people ever taken note... of the storm above The Shard?

Clovisia : Oh... those dark clouds seem highly unusual.

Amiya : According to the intel we've obtained, that's no normal storm at all. That's a Catastrophe The Shard is causing. Even if it isn't entirely the same as a true Catastrophe...

Clovisia : The Sarkaz want to cause a Catastrophe? They're still in Londinium themselves. What would they gain from destroying the city?

Doctor : They plan to weaponize the storm. / What if they control where the Catastrophe lands?

Clovisia : Hrmm.

Amiya : We're not just conjecturing The Shard's purpose. This weapon... or this technology, rather, is exactly Rhodes Island's chief objective in entering Londinium.

Clovisia : Rhodes Island came for the clouds shrouding Londinium.

Amiya : Yes. It's not just a figure of speech.
In the eventuality Theresis does activate The Shard, he'll lead the flames of war and the storm together, upon those he sees as the Sarkaz's enemies.
No Catastrophe Messenger could predict a man-made Catastrophe's course. No nomadic city could escape such a Catastrophe's assault.
Countless Sarkaz and Victorians will die in that battle, and it'll likely be even more tragic for those who survive. Most of them will become Infected.
Not to mention... The Shard isn't on the border, it's in Londinium, a nation's very capital...

Clovisia : Which means...

Doctor : Once the technology's complete, it'll reach anywhere on Terra. / ...... / We can only pray the tech hits further bottlenecks.

Clovisia : The Sarkaz... will use Victoria's power to destroy her.
If we reach that stage, then everything the Corps has done will be for naught.
Even if we could rescue people from a Catastrophe as Rhodes Island does... Londinium and our livelihood would be past any point of return.

Amiya : Clovisia, Rhodes Island is greatly thankful to the Self-Salvation Corps. Without your help, we would've had no good way into Central Londinium.
But neither I nor the Doctor will lie to you. No matter how Rhodes Island plans to approach The Shard, the battles ahead will be brutal. Each more brutal than the last.
If we can't stop Theresis within the next few days, we'll be facing an all-out war, and the dukes will march with an eye to enter Londinium.
If the Corps chooses to wait for the dukes' armies...

Clovisia : Amiya... we can't do that.
I'm the daughter of a textiles merchant. Most of the fighters, in fact, are just ordinary civilians.
We have workers, farmers, craftsmen, traders. Our backgrounds are a tapestry of millions, together under the one goal of driving the Sarkaz out of Londinium as soon as possible.
That's why the Corps won't place all its hopes in the dukes. Otherwise, we'd never have been able to take a stand ourselves.
Our greatest fear, if it came to it, wouldn't even be the Sarkaz controlling The Shard. It'd be... the dukes, dropping any shred of thought for the ramifications.

Amiya : So... the Corps has no intent to suspend operations?

Clovisia : ...Correct.
On the contrary, in fact. With war on the eve of breaking out, there are some things only the Self-Salvation Corps can do, here within Londinium.

Doctor : Such as wrecking the Sarkaz defensive line from the rear. / Such as gaining as much possible intel on Sarkaz supply lines.

Clovisia : We think alike, Doctor.
Should the dukes wage war, the Sarkaz will surely have preparations made to hold Londinium.
Being a steel fortress, Londinium is self-sufficient to an extent. However, the Sarkaz actions within the city have long since outstripped that load.
Still, unlike Londinium's previous masters, the Sarkaz don't get a drop of evident support from any of Victoria's other cities.
In comparison, while the dukes do all act on their own liberties, they'll each have their own steady flow of supplies.

Amiya : A supply line... the Sarkaz do have some kind of hidden supply line, definitely.
Completing The Shard has been a multi-year undertaking. The idea they're relying solely on Londinium's own production is practically impossible.
It originates outside of the city, and its terminus... is in a Londinium munitions factory that builds weapons for the Sarkaz.

Clovisia : Right. If we can locate this supply line...

Doctor : Then the Corps could be decisive in the coming war. / We'll be able to delay the birth of a superweapon.
Commander Clovisia, cooperation is still our best choice.

Clovisia : I'm afraid so, Doctor.

Doctor : We need more intel on the munitions factory.

Clovisia : The Corps has a fighter who knows Highbury in and out.
Doctor, you know him very well.

Doctor : Feist? / The local friend who guided us.

Clovisia : Right. He's the most suited candidate for this mission.
With some minor preparations, he'll lead everyone away from the Sarkaz's watch, and for the munitions factory.

Doctor : We still need other, more concrete sources of info.

Clovisia : ...The Defense Force's Command HQ.
It's a tower, located at the border between Auchterigg and Highbury Boroughs, and it controls the info network for the entirety of Londinium's defense systems.
Given the supply line can penetrate Londinium, there must be records of it lying somewhere in the system.

Doctor : I heard the majority of the Defense Forces... / There's traitors in the Defense's top brass, right?

Clovisia : Their commander, Lettou, threw himself to the Sarkaz a few years back.
It'd be pointless to try and win backing from a treasonist. If we plan to raid their command tower, we need some other way to seize system privileges.
Of course... method aside, there's the fact that our troops desperately need new armaments... The Sarkaz have placed their sights back on the city interior, and our supplies are stretched thin.

[Allerdale joins in. ]

Allerdale : I'll think of some way to address supply needs. When it comes to keeping Londinium going day-to-day, there's still scarcely a Victorian trader who's fallen in line with the Sarkaz.

Clovisia : Allerdale?

Allerdale : However, in turn, there's a different matter that I need you all to help me with.
Clovisia, Rhodes Island has brought Artorius's relic back to Londinium.

Clovisia : Artorius? That's the surname the royal Draco's descendants took...

Allerdale : Exactly. I've already checked with the Doctor and Amiya. It's the Artorius key, without a doubt.
And that key... opens the way to the door of the Mausoleum of Kings. Which means we can retrieve the Realmblade, the "Sighs of Kings."

Clovisia : ......

Allerdale : Its significance goes beyond what any ordinary citizen would ever imagine. Trust me, please.
It's not just some pretty piece of steel bestowed with symbolism. If we say The Shard is Londinium's great, incomplete ambition...
Then the truth of the Victorian Realmblade and the Mausoleum of Kings–that would be Londinium's real ace in the sleeve.

Clovisia : The Victorian Realmblade... isn't just symbolic?

Allerdale : Only a few nobles along with... Victoria's royal families knew about it. And I happen to be a Cumberland.

Clovisia : I believe you. The Mausoleum of Kings is practically a thing of myth to us, but if a royal key can open the door to it...
Amiya, how exactly did Rhodes Island even get this key...? Er, should I not have asked?

Amiya : We won't conceal the key's history.
But it isn't Rhodes Island's. It bears tales upon tales that I was never a part of, and could never tell you.
For Rhodes Island's time with it, though, I can tell you bit by bit if you're interested.

Clovisia : Thank you, Amiya.
I'm just... floored, really. The legacy of Artorius... the truth of The Shard...
It's as if–Rhodes Island really has been preparing, for all these years now, to be here today in Londinium.
But I won't delve any further for now. I won't make anyone else, either. It might lose us an important ally.

Amiya : ......

Clovisia : Phew... Amiya, Doctor, do you have anything else you want to tell me?

[Siege joins in. ]

Siege : There is... one other thing, in fact.
Clovisia, about my background. I'd like to have a chat with you.

<Background 3>

[Amiya watches the flowers at the garden. ]

Amiya : ...The flowers. Doctor, look at these flowers.
They're growing.
It's amazing, a place like this, in the middle of Londinium, in a Sarkaz-occupied city...

Doctor : For the Sarkaz, not letting nobles go is a net plus... / But it can't be the same for those around Miss Allerdale...

Allerdale : You're both quite right, Doctor, Miss Amiya.
Despite it being slightly neglected these past years, the Duke of Cumberland's manor is still Londinium's most iconic building.
I've not much recollection of my home out in the duchy. My childhood memories mostly tie back to here.
Nobody would ever truly leave this place to rot, would they?

Amiya : Miss Allerdale!

Allerdale : The fact she went to lay everything bare to Miss Clovisia, while it turns out your crew were already wise to Her Highness's identity... I didn't expect that, I'll confess.

Doctor : Siege is a vital operator of ours. / ...... / Vina and I do get along real well.

Allerdale : Well, well... that reply of yours surprises me even more. Rhodes Island knew who Her Highness was... yet have been willing to treat her as Vina, leader of the Glasgow Gang.
Give Clovisia and Vina some more time. The Corps have their disagreements when it comes to nobles, you know, and Her Highness is... going to have a lot to say.
I'm sure you have questions for me, too, mysterious little bunny? I'd like to jibber-jabber a little with the enigmatic Rhodes Island myself, before it's time to mingle with the merchants.

Amiya : Miss Allerdale... is this residence truly secure?

Allerdale : Hm. Rational question.
The Sarkaz naturally have their motive for not flushing out the nobles in Central. Londinium's a massive city. There's much too much for them to mind.
But... we've paid a tremendous price to sit in the middle of a war unscathed, Miss Amiya. Dignity, or what have you, is the least valuable part of it.

Amiya : ......

Allerdale : Given the chance, I'll explain to Rhodes Island in detail. But the Sarkaz informants surveilling this manor are under our control, and for now, I ask you trust me.
They haven't realized we've infiltrated them. They're wrong to believe Londinium's city nobles lost their every weapon after being isolated. Their mistake.

Amiya : You still have some way to counter Sarkaz surveillance?

Allerdale : Provisionally...
Hm, no. If Her Highness has decided to be forthright with the Corps, then it's not my place to be covering up either.
For the sake of a smooth partnership, I can explicitly guarantee to you all that, even now, the Cumberland residence has people who can establish extracity contact.

Amiya : But the Sarkaz aren't fools. They're well-versed in war.

Allerdale : Indeed. But like I told you, Londinium's a massive city. They don't have enough people, they're all on their own, and that serves us opportunities.

Amiya : ...Correct.

Allerdale : Seems I haven't satisfied you much with my response?

Amiya : No. Miss Allerdale. I just...
Worry your burden's too heavy.

Allerdale : What?

Amiya : If there really is some way for Victoria to keep control of Londinium, as it is now...
No... I believe they can.
But if they truly can, if they ultimately can, then what is it that they've been doing in practice all these years, that they've been having you do?

「Allerdale's face clearly twists for an instant.
That flash of emotion is immeasurably magnified in Amiya's eyes. It's no simple resentment, nor wariness, nor panic.
It's grief.
A grief so familiar it hurts. 」

Amiya : I apologize, Miss Allerdale... I know I've offended you.
Clovisia was right. We don't need to pry into each other. It could very well strain our progress instead, with this complex state of affairs.
But, if possible...
Please don't stifle yourself. We've seen the consequences of that time and again.

Allerdale : ......

Amiya : Miss Allerdale? I–I'm being too heavy-handed, aren't I...

Allerdale : No. Rhodes Island just keeps on astonishing me... It seems I was judging you by your cover.
I never did imagine you'd be this sort of leader. You must be at least a decade younger than me, but the look in your eyes is a very real thing.
Not to mention... heh, well, you've seen right through me. Considering you even cracked the secret of The Shard ahead of Clovisia and I, and brought the Red Dragon's key with you...
Honestly, if Her Highness hadn't vouched for you, I might just've been even warier of Rhodes Island than the Sarkaz.

Amiya : It's true, Londinium... no, the Sarkaz, to us, have more significance still.
That's why we're here.

Allerdale : Well, then. You're here. What are you fighting for?
Her Highness gave me a simple synopsis of Rhodes Island. You seem to be all sorts of bound up with the Sarkaz.
But according to what I've heard, Rhodes Island has, and has always, worked for the sake of the "Infected."

Amiya : We do.

Allerdale : Then the two of you must have plenty more going on in your heads right now, leader and commander of Rhodes Island.

Amiya : ........

Amiya : As you say, there's a great deal of people and affairs in Londinium that we have inseparable ties to.
I'm only speaking personally... and for the Doctor too, when I say that the truth and the past may be enough impetus on their own at this point for us to act.
But we've already been through so much. It's long stopped us from frivolously viewing these struggles and calamities, or placing our individual feelings above the greater problem.
That's why we're here to curb a war that would devastate the land, and to dissipate the ground zero of Victoria's woes.
To prevent the extinction of a race. To find the lifeline that by all rights we have the methods to seek.
To help the Infected, the workers, and even the Sarkaz that have been desolated.
We're here to help "people," Miss Allerdale. Every single person with life. Every single person with the right to live.
Only in the end that the majority can accept... do the truths of the past have any significance.

「Amiya finishes her speech with resolution.
In Allerdale's clear look of surprise, Amiya can't help but seek her heart. 」

<Background fades out>

She's spoken her most genuine, sincere mind. Of that, there is no doubt.
The operators that work alongside her must surely be filled with the same staunch conviction. Dr. Kal'tsit stands ever more alone, carrying the weight of ideals.
So this ideal's origin, this strong flame of conviction that drives Rhodes Island to move in such colossal risk, to rush headlong into this political maelstrom–who lit it?

「And what if–
–this answer of hers remains incapable of solving these pressing issues? 」

Operation story: 11-5

Before operation

Summary

To earn the merchants' logistical support, Allerdale has no choice but to agree to sell her family's steam armor. Feist and the Doctor arrive at the munitions factory together. Amiya leads her squad to delay the forces of the Sarkaz Royal Court to cover the ongoing operations.

「1098
2:55 P.M. \ Overcast
Londinium 」

<Background 1>

[Molly greets Golding. ]

Molly : Lady Golding, at last, you're back!

Golding : Did I make it in time?

Molly : Of course. You've rehearsed this play for well over a year, and this is the first time the children are performing the whole thing. We couldn't possibly start the show without you.

Golding : I must find myself a good seat, then.

Molly : Children, are you ready?

Mischievous Boys & Innocent Girls : Ready!

Golding : Let's begin, then.

Molly : Lights–

Act 1
––––––
Scene 1

[The spotlights center on the children playing the role of a farmer and a noble. ]

Farmer : Good morning, sir! There is a look of concern on your face. Is something worrying you?

Noble : The horn of victory has blown atop the walls for three days and nights, but why do I feel uneasy?

Farmer : Has our great general not returned triumphant? Praise his bravery and fearlessness!

Noble : Bravery? Fearlessness? Perhaps. But you did not see the light in his eyes when he returned? When he gazed upon the crown, he was like a condorwing circling above a limping meatbeast.

Farmer : Greed can send the most kindhearted man straight to hell.

Noble : And the masses will forever believe he reaped only what he had sown.

<Background 2>

[A merchant is talking with Allerdale, ]

Londinium Merchant : These are our terms, Miss Allerdale.
You need certain... "goods" transported into Londinium, and this is nothing like what we usually carry. Both the quantity and the weight... are highly unusual.
I shan't ask what it is you need transported and why you need them brought into the city, but you must know that the risk we will carry for transporting them is immense.
And I'm certain you know there are not many men out there who can do this for you.
The Sarkaz keep a close eye on all ports of entry. Should they learn of this under-the-table deal, not one of us will leave Londinium alive.
Even if your background and the greed of your friends watching your back are enough to keep your lifestyle in Central Londinium as is, I'm afraid they won't help with this affair.
If you want this deal to go through, you must put something worth the risk on the table.

Allerdale : ......
Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Mr. Bader. I will consider your proposal.

Londinium Merchant : Time waits for no one. You must make your decision soon.

[The merchant leaves. ]

Clovisia : Their asking price is high.

Allerdale : We've discussed this situation. The Royal Mint is in Sarkaz hands. News of this must've already spread throughout the entire country via the Magna bankers.
Merchant smugglers are worried that the payment they earn will be worthless by this time next month. Naturally, they demand a method of payment that will keep its value in the long term.

Clovisia : You intend to accept his terms?

Allerdale : Mr. Bader was right. "Time waits for no one."
We have at most five more days to prepare. If we are to ambush the Defense Forces' command tower, we need to bring more weapons into the city.

Clovisia : But... what they demand is very dear to you.

Allerdale : ......
Hah.
But this is the position we are in, Clovisia.
This is the position I am in.
How would you figure what it means to me?

Clovisia : I'm afraid...

Allerdale : No, I can say this for sure. Your speculations are all wrong.
Do you think of me simply as the magnificent Duke of Cumberland?
You likely weren't even born yet, but I...
I saw them hang Victoria's magnificent Lion King in the palace gardens with my own two eyes.
My name is Cumberland, and everyone knows Cumberland was His Majesty's most faithful friend.
Do you think the reason I stand here in front of you completely unharmed is because the bigwigs in Parliament had mercy on me?
Even now, I still regularly attend Lt. Colonel Lettou's cocktail parties. My words still carry some weight there, and they still need me to soothe the masses.
Of course, this is for our cause. It is also my own means.

Clovisia : I understand your sacrifice. Without your protection, the Self-Salvation Corps could not have made it to this day.

Allerdale : I'm not a girl anymore...
That thing in the attic means nothing.
It is a pile of scrap.

<Background 3>

[Allerdale stood in the garden with Ailshie. ]

Allerdale : ...Ailshie.
Make the arrangements and have it brought down from the attic.

Ailshie : ......

Allerdale : You disagree with my decision?

Ailshie : I dare not speak, Miss.

Allerdale : I demand it of you.

Ailshie : Lady Allerdale, no matter what you say, it... it's still House Cumberland's steam armor!
The blood of your ancestors–that most esteemed Duke's blood flows within that armor. It is an honor that Victoria bestowed upon House Cumberland, and it is the symbol of your house, "Ever on High."
It can be destroyed in the flames of war, it can be given to another who is noble and unsullied. It can't... It can't be traded to a greedy merchant.

Allerdale : You don't think Mr. Bader is worthy?

Ailshie : An ancient set of armor! Treated as a lowly collectible! And then traded away at a bargain price for just–

Allerdale : Ailshie, you've been at my side all these years, ever since I was born.
We've kept the long fallen "House Cumberland" alive.
My house was built on nothing but a bunch of empty words. "Glory," "loyalty," "nobility," or perhaps, "benevolence?" But none of them hold any meaning today.
It's you and I upon whom this house now stands.

Ailshie : I understand, Miss.

Allerdale : Have we gotten a letter from them today...?

Ailshie : Not yet.

Allerdale : ......
You know? The music of the past... as if it still rings loud in my head.
This manor once hosted a king, but where is he now?

[Siege walks in. ]

Siege : ......

Allerdale : My apologies, Your Highness–

Siege : ...Call me Vina.

Allerdale : Welcome, Vina.

Siege : I've returned from patrolling with the fighters.

Allerdale : You're still willing to go on missions with the fighters of the Self-Salvation Corps. Splendid.

Siege : I want to do as much as I can.

Allerdale : It's more than enough for the men to simply know you are here.

Siege : I've heard from Clovisia...

Allerdale : Hah, the attic is absolutely cluttered with rubbish. I've got to pull myself together and clean up a bit.
Lots of dust there. I mustn't have Your Highness helping me with such things.

Siege : ......
Allerdale.
I don't want you to sell the armor.

Allerdale : Is that an edict from Your Highness?

Siege : I have no right to issue one. You're the one responsible for the Self-Salvation Corps, not me.
You know better than I what's right for the Corps, and I understand that the armor can buy us an opportunity.
But... Please give me some time.
I will find a way.

Allerdale : Vina... You needn't worry yourself over this.

Siege : Is that an order from the Self-Salvation Corps' Auchterigg District leader?

Allerdale : Very well.
If nothing ever happened, perhaps...
Never mind, it's all in the past.

<Background 4>

[A Londinier calls for Heidi. ]

Londinium Citizen : Lady Heidi!

Heidi : What is it? Do we have any news from Golding?

Londinium Citizen : Yes, she just sent us a message through the transmitter at the bookstore. It's been forwarded to your terminal.

Heidi : Good... Very good.

[Heidi reads the message from Golding. ]

Heidi : She says she's safe. Everything in Auchterigg is proceeding according to plan.
Please send a reply. The Doctor's squad has successfully slipped past the checkpoint and infiltrated Highbury. Thanks to the mercenaries working with Rhodes Island...

<Background 5>

[A worker informs Catherine, ]

Londinium Worker : Catherine, there's a problem with the conveyor belt at Loading Area No. 9!

Catherine : Let's have a look.
......
There's a loose nut.
Patto!

Londinium Worker : I'm here.

Catherine : You're on shift today, and we're running shorter and shorter on time. What are you doing?
If we don't speed things up, the Sarkaz will smear your brains across this steel here!

Londinium Worker : Sorry, Catherine.

Catherine : Now hand me the spanner.

Londinium Worker : Okay...

[Someone familiar gives Catherine the spanner. ]

??? : Here.

Catherine : Quick on your feet, all of a sudden...
......
You.

Feist : Long time no see, Granny.
I'm back.

Catherine : ......
Patto!

Londinium Worker : Catherine...

Catherine : See your team leader after work for a write-up.

Londinium Worker : What?!

Catherine : You let unauthorized personnel into the factory's most important landing zone. You're lucky you haven't been sacked.

Feist : Granny, this isn't Patto's fault. It wasn't him who let me in.

Catherine : Good. Patto, bring Tommy and Day with you to get written up. I'd better not see a single one of you trying to wiggle out of this.

Feist : ......

Catherine : You, and the strange character from god-knows-where next to you...

Doctor : Me? / ......

Catherine : Come.

<Background 1>

Act 3
––––––
Scene 7

[The spotlight centers on the children, now playing the role of an old man and a knight. ]

Knight : Sir, why is the palace so quiet?

Old Man : Palace? What palace?

Knight : You are facing the outer walls of the palace.

Old Man : Move aside, big heap of metal. You're blocking the sunlight.
I'm facing nothing but an empty house.

Knight : I am a Steam Knight. I purge all evil and injustice!

Old Man : Young man, it's over.

Knight : No, it is not, nor shall it ever be!
So long as we still know what is right and what is wrong, so long as we never hesitate to make the right decision, it shall never be over!
I made my way here precisely for that reason. I invite all men to join me!
Even you have yet to relax your tightly clenched fist, am I right?

<Background 6>

[An R.I. operator reports to Amiya, ]

Rhodes Island Operator : Amiya, our cover's blown!

Amiya : How many hostiles?

Rhodes Island Operator : Recon operators report four mercenary patrol teams headed in our direction.

Amiya : We have to pass through the district to reach the Defense Forces' command tower.

Rhodes Island Operator : And we've only just made it inside...

Amiya : The Sarkaz forces are way too quick to react. We're being ambushed.
How is the backup route looking?

Rhodes Island Operator : If the mercenaries have been lured to the front here...
No, it won't work!
There's another squad coming up fast! The Self-Salvation Corps just spotted them!

Amiya : What did they say?

Rhodes Island Operator : They had a run-in with this squad when they evacuated from Sudean! They say these Sarkaz fight... well they're...
Inhuman.

Amiya : The Vampire's men...
Notify all units. The operation has been cancelled. Prepare to pull out immediately.

[Shots hit where Amiya and the R.I. operator is taking cover. ]

Rhodes Island Operator : There's no time. The Vampire fighters are moving way too fast... The Self-Salvation Corps has engaged them!

Amiya : Change of plans. We're aiding the Self-Salvation Corps!

<Background 7>

[A Kazdelian Sarkaz warrior is interrogating an Eartha fighter. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Where's the Cautus?

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : What Cautus?

Sarkaz Warrior : Don't play dumb with me. She's been with you lot the last couple days.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : I've no idea what you're talking about, and I'm not talking. Not even if you kill me.

Sarkaz Warrior : Another stubborn bunch.

[Suddenly insect-like creatures surround the Eartha fighter's feet just as Amiya and the R.I. operator shows up. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Urghh–! What's this... Bugs?! Bloody...!

Rhodes Island Operator : Hang in there, friend!
Back in formation. Don't let the bugs on the ground separate you.

Amiya : Defender operators, cover our allies' retreat!
Rhodes Island and the Self-Salvation Corps came here together, and so we will leave together!

After operation

Summary

Siege helps Allerdale keep the steam armor. Catherine meets her grandson, Feist, but cannot trust him easily.

<Background 7>

[The Rhodes Island operator receives a dispatch. ]

Rhodes Island Operator : We have a signal, Amiya!

Amiya : Good.
Casters! Hold the shield with me!
Everyone else, get to the corner!

「The Sarkaz casters raise their staves together.
Monsters made of blood rush up from underground. The entire street opens its gaping maw beneath the soldiers. 」

Amiya : Nngh–!
There's too many of them!

「Black lines cut through the flesh of the monsters, but even more rise again from the fallen, gnawing away at the Arts forming a defensive barrier.
The fighters run for their lives, but the stench from the predators' jaws is never far behind.
Finally, they make it into another alley, and find themselves face-to-face with an aura that is potent, pure and fearsome. 」

??? : Stop.

「The bloody tide stops in its tracks.
It was as though they ran into an invisible wall when they rounded the corner. The maggot-shaped Arts creations smash themselves into pieces, leaving bloody trails on the ground.
The empty street is completely silent. 」

<Background 6>

Amiya : Casualties?

Rhodes Island Operator : We're fine. We got out quick enough.
I hope we've delayed the Sarkaz, made things safer for Allerdale and Siege...

Amiya : Thanks, everyone, especially our Self-Salvation Corps friends. Thank you for being willing to take this risk with us.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Commander Clovisia calls Rhodes Island our most important ally. We're always ready to do what we have to.
Plus, if this Rhodes Island operator here hadn't helped us, that Vampire would've done all of us in a long time ago.

[The one who saved Amiya and co. is revealed to be a male Banshee. ]

??? : No need to thank me.
I've seen too much meaningless killing in Londinium. I must stop my compatriots who have gone too far.

<Background 8>

Feist : Sorry, Doctor...

Doctor : I thought I was just coming home with you. / Are we not welcome?

Feist : I had, er, a little fight with Granny when I skipped out of the factory last year.

「A dozen big, bruising workers surround you.
Their eyes are filled with suspicion.
You glance at the drills and spanners in their hands, then at Feist, dressed like the workers, but here on his own. 」

Doctor : Seems like it was more than a little fight. / Are you sure they're not hostiles?

Feist : I guess Granny is still sore at me...

Catherine : I've got no reason to be sore at a dead man. I didn't even know my only grandson was still alive, 'til a minute ago.

Feist : I wanted to send a message, but it was too risky. The Sarkaz monitor all communications into Highbury.
I can't let the Sarkaz tie you to the Self-Salvation Corps.

Catherine : So you joined that band of crackpots.

Feist : ...The Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps.
We did a lot in Sudean, Granny. The Sarkaz control the media, and they call us an "unnamed violent gang"...

Catherine : You're the ones who blew up the wall.

Feist : Er... it was the Do...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : The Sarkaz damaged the walls while pursuing the Corps.

Feist : Right... it was mostly the Sarkaz who did it.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Your grandson fought bravely in the battle.

Feist : Thanks, Doctor.
I didn't know you had such high regard for my rope work.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Catherine : So you're here to blow up the armory?

Feist : Of course not!

Catherine : What did you say to your Self-Salvation Corps friends? We're making weapons for the Sarkaz, to use against Victorians?

Feist : No, Granny. What I told them was...
My granny stands up to protect their livelihoods.

Catherine : ......

Feist : I know you think I'm a brat with little more than a couple of silly tricks.
But I didn't come back to drag the workers into this. And I'm not here to try to convince you, either.
I have my goals, of course, and it'd be brilliant if you were able to help me. But first–
I just wanted to see that you're safe.

Catherine : Come here, and let me have a look at you.

[Catherine approaches Feist. ]

Feist : Granny...

Catherine : You've put on a few inches, brat.

Feist : Yeah, I grew a little bit.

<Background 6>

[The merchant is calling someone. ]

Londinium Merchant : I'll have the goods soon.
A suit of steam armor... how many men would kill to get one like it?
The nobles of Leithanien love to flaunt such storied antiques.
Oh, and do be sure to ask those Columbian firms as well. They might be interested, even if the tech is centuries old.

[The caller says something. ]

Londinium Merchant : Getting it out will be no trouble at all. What business do you think I'm running in Londinium these days?
The Sarkaz are a gang of raving psychopaths, and they alone can't rule Londinium.
I have friends in the Defense Forces. They'll take care of it for me.
I've heard it has a few external blemishes, however. I do hope that won't hurt the price?

??? : Why not cancel the deal, if you're so worried about the price?

Londinium Merchant : Who's there?!

[Siege reveals herself before the merchant. ]

Siege : Don't worry, we just happened to be traveling the same way.

Londinium Merchant : Get this intruder out of here!
Say... where are my bodyguards?

Siege : I've asked them to take a short nap. You can go and wake them once we've finished our chat.

Londinium Merchant : All of them...? Against just one of you?!

Siege : One? Oh, my, no.
Look behind you.

[Indra, Dagda, and Morgan reveals themselves behind Siege. ]

Londinium Merchant : You... this is Londinium! I've got friends in high places!

Indra : Oh? Where are they? Do tell, I bet I'd get on famously.

Londinium Merchant : Eek! D-Don't do anything rash, now!

Indra : Play nice with us and nobody has to get beat.

Dagda : Whatever Siege says, you do.
Otherwise, my claws won't be aimed at the wall next time.

[Dagda grabs the merchant. ]

Londinium Merchant : A-Alright! I understand!

Indra : ...Seriously?

Morgan : You really got into it there.

Dagda : I learned it from you lot.

Siege : Now then, let him go.

[Dagda lets the merchant off her hands. ]

Londinium Merchant : *whimper*...

Siege : You can open your eyes and put your hands down now, Mr. Bader. We're not going to hurt you... at least not yet.

Londinium Merchant : What do you want?

Siege : My terms are clear. Cancel the deal for the Cumberland steam armor.

Londinium Merchant : And you'll let me go if I agree?

Siege : Yes.
But I'll make sure you keep your side of the bargain.
Show Mr. Bader our map, Morgan.

Morgan : With pleasure.

[Morgan shows the merchant a map with certain locations marked. ]

Londinium Merchant : The marks on the map... those are my warehouses! How do you know about them?!

Siege : You don't pay much attention when you're out and about.

Londinium Merchant : You shadowed me?

Siege : Correct. The Sarkaz cannot be bribed. If they learn that you've smuggled so much contraband into Londinium through your "connections"...
How helpful do you think your friend will be? Will he be in any position to protect you?

Londinium Merchant : ......

Siege : You're considering tipping off the Sarkaz.
That may well get us all killed, but they won't have to know anything if you continue to work with us.

Londinium Merchant : Do I have a choice?

Siege : I understand your circumstances, and I appreciate the opportunity to work with you. You will be compensated fairly.

Londinium Merchant : Wait a second...
What is your relationship to Allerdale Cumberland? Are you her attendant? I can't imagine House Cumberland is in any position to hire one...

Indra : Watch your mouth! The Cumberland serves Vina, not the other way 'round!

Londinium Merchant : She's the daughter of a duke! You don't mean...

Siege : No. I'm nobody.
Lady Cumberland and I are comrades, along with thousands upon thousands of Londiniers who long for peace.
I do hope you're one of them, Mr. Bader.

<Background 1>

Act 4
––––––
Scene 3

[The spotlight centers on the boy portraying a knight. ]

Knight : All those loyal to this land stand with me. The final battle against evil lies before us.
Children... do you live here?
Hide not in the corners and shadows. Even if you cannot hold a sword...
There is more to being a warrior than simply holding a sword. Open your eyes. Watch, listen, think.
Tell me what is right, what is wrong, and what kind of life you wish to live.
I march onwards, with you as my witnesses.

[The spotlight turns off as the stage lights turn on. ]

Molly : Brilliant! Look how good Ralph is, Lady Golding... how much he's grown. And to think he was a mischievous little beastling just four years ago!

Golding : Yes, I'm delighted. A handkerchief, Molly?

Molly : Handkerchief? Oh, yes, I can't stain my clothes with tears in front of the children... Oh, but I just can't stop crying, to think that Ralph and the other kids will be leaving school so soon...

Golding : It's time for them to have a rest. And us, too.

Molly : Yes, the final scene... that's the best part.

[A clap is heard. ]

Molly : Who's clapping?
You didn't invite anyone to the rehearsal today, did you?

Golding : ......

「The teachers cast their glances toward the back of the classroom.
A man in military attire claps slowly by the door. 」

??? : What a splendid performance.

Golding : ...Lt. Colonel Lettou.
I didn't think the Commander of the Defense Forces would grace this classroom with his presence.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Good afternoon, ladies.

Operation story: 11-6

Before operation

Summary

Lettou tries to persuade Golding to switch sides to the Defense Forces, along with the information she has on the Self-Salvation Corps. A Damazti approaches Golding, followed by Logos, who engages the Damazti in dialogue through drama.

<Background 1>

[Golding and Molly confronts Lt. Col. Lettou... ]

Golding : What are you doing here?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I said as much, I'm here to enjoy the performance.

Molly : ...Stay behind me, children.

[...whilst the children stays behind Molly. ]

Golding : I mean no offense, Lt. Colonel Lettou, but you're not welcome here.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : No need to be so distant, Golding.
I've always approved of your efforts. The more difficult the times, the more important education becomes.

Molly : You're speaking as though you have nothing to do with these "difficult times."
You're always finely dressed, aren't you? No matter what the times.
The only difference is you have more and more medals on your collar now.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Helping the Military Commission govern Londinium is not an easy job. I've encountered my share of... difficulties.
But my love for this city has never changed. I'm just like you, in that regard.

Golding : I'm sure Tom the cobbler agrees.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Tom is a friend too. The memory of that incident pains me.

Golding : He got drunk and babbled something about "His Majesty" and the "Steam Knights." He could hardy even spell "Sarkaz."

Lt. Colonel Lettou : He's still alive.

Golding : Life is about more than simply being alive.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Are you accusing me of betraying Victoria, Golding?

Golding : –

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I respect your courage, ladies.
But you're mistaken.
I came here to take another look at this school. Nothing more.
It's unfortunate that you seem to have forgotten me, Miss Molly.

Molly : Forgotten...?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I've spent just as much time here as you have. I even remember the children who came with you.
Unfortunately, I was no longer so free, after my graduation from the military academy.
Golding, you trusted me once. We discussed the history of Gaul, the eternal pillars of literature–

Golding : That will do, Lt. Colonel Lettou.
I'm grateful to your father for sponsoring the school over the years. He made efforts to light the torch of wisdom, to drive out ignorance and chaos.
I once thought you like him. But you've extinguished the tiny spark with your own two hands.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Is that so, Golding? Why do you think the school has survived this long?

Molly : Why, you–don't even dare threaten us!

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I have no reason to threaten you. Certainly not with the children around.
We're all remnants of Gaul, Ms. Golding.
We know the merciless devastation of war, the snuffing of countless lives, and the destruction of human progress towards wisdom.
I don't want Londinium to be the next Lingones, nor do I want to see the wonderful play that I just witnessed disappear forever.
This is the burden that I have chosen to bear.

Golding : ...I cannot endorse your views.
The Royal Opera House of Lingones has long since been reduced to ash, but "Ode au Triomphe" continues to be performed around the world.
Buildings fall and metal giants rust, but what we created within never dies. It's our knowledge, our culture, our hope.
The darker the clouds of war, the more important it is that we hold onto our beliefs. Trust in beauty, and remind ourselves what separates us from the animals.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : You believe you can win a conflict like this?

Golding : What you represent: fear, power, violence... these things can't keep everyone suppressed forever.
I must believe.
I can only believe.
As long as there is light, we'll follow it.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I envy you then, Ms. Golding.
Look up at the dark clouds above you. A storm is coming.
There is still time before the thunderbolt falls. We have a choice.
I hope to see the conclusion of the play... someday.

<Background 2>

「The Commander of the Defense Forces does not linger on the streets after leaving the school.
He came alone. There are none of his men in the vicinity. 」

Golding : ......

「She must find Adams and get the news out.
No matter how amicable the commander looked, there must be a reason why he came to the school.
Molly does not know, and neither do the children, but Golding does. 」

[Many Sarkaz warriors are present in the streets. ]

Golding : Why are there so many Sarkaz?

「The path to the bookstore is a familiar one. She has tread it countless times in the past two years.
But today, the path seems much longer than she remembers. She cannot see the end of it. She remembers the day that the Sarkaz came.
Can she truly change? 」

Golding : I must believe. I must...

「Fear seizes Golding by the throat.
She feels as though she is about to throw up. She turns and flees. 」

<Background 3>

[Molly is looking for missing children... ]

Molly : Lance! Patty!
The kids...! Nan–

??? : –

[...only to run into the shapeshifter that caused trouble among Rhodes Island-Eartha days ago, who turned out to be the Cluster of the Damazti Sarkaz. The Cluster strikes Molly... ]

Molly : Nngh–!

[...knocking her unconscious as Lettou shows up. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : You need not have bothered yourself with a task as simple as this, sir.

Damazti Cluster : Then you should have arrested Ms. Golding, Lettou.
It's what Manfred would have done. Old Red-Eye wouldn't have left a soul in the school alive.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......

Damazti Cluster : We know you're not Sarkaz. You want to save one final shred of dignity for yourself, for the Defense Forces, for the people of the city.

[The Cluster shapeshifts into Molly. ]

Damazti Cluster : But we believe this is safer.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Why you...

"Molly" : Lance, Patty... I hope the children are safe.
I'm scared, Lt. Colonel. Scared that people like you and the Sarkaz may hurt the children. Scared that the children could grow up to be like you.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : You sound just like our unconscious guest here.

"Molly" : Yes... we're feeling.
She cares about those young Victorians more than she cares about herself. We can feel it, but we find it difficult to understand, especially since it does not arise from ties of blood.
......

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ...Sir?

"Molly" : We find you interesting. Through you, we understand ourselves... understand the Sarkaz better.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : You want answers? About what?

"Molly" : You did not seem the kind of person to be curious about the Sarkaz, Lettou.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : My apologies, sir.

"Molly" : The mission always comes first.
Take Miss Molly back, Lt. Colonel. Watch her closely. We will stay by Ms. Golding's side, and gather intelligence for the coming war.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Yes, sir.

"Molly" : ......

Lt. Colonel Lettou : What's the matter, sir?

"Molly" : Someone has discovered us.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Should I call the men?

"Molly" : No need. They can't stop him.
He has learned much from Theresa. We will have an... interesting conversation.

<Background 1>

[Molly (the Cluster) returns. ]

Molly : ......

Golding : ...Molly.

Molly : Hm?

Golding : Did anything happen while I was away?

Molly : No. Lance and Patty were scared. Ralph and the older kids took the little ones to get some rest.

Golding : Good. I've been thinking... the children will enjoy the play, won't they?
Our hard work will mean something?

Molly : What are you talking about?

Golding : No... nothing.

Molly : Don't mind the Commander of the Defense Forces, Ms. Golding.

Golding : I... I'm not feeling well. I need some rest.
Sorry, Molly. Could you clean up?

Molly : Sure.
There should be an end to the play. The Steam Knights arrived at the palace.
The children will perform the final scene in a few days, won't they?

Golding : ...Absolutely.

[Golding leaves... ]

Molly : There sure are lots of possibilities, so long as the conclusion of the story hasn't yet been told.
But even a play that's been performed can be changed. People always look for the latest.
You've been watching for a long time, haven't you?

[...as a familiar Sarkaz watches the Cluster. ]

??? : ......

Molly : The stage is right here. Why don't we start from the beginning, from act one?

??? : Everyone dreams about how things would have been, if none of this had happened.
"What ifs" mean nothing.

Molly : But if there is even a remote possibility...
Why don't you join us on stage, sir?

"Molly" : Good morning, sir! There is a look of concern on your face. Is something worrying you?

"The Mysterious Spectator" : The horn of victory has blown atop the walls for three days and nights, but why do I feel uneasy?

"Molly" : Has our great general not returned triumphant? Praise his bravery and fearlessness!

"The Mysterious Spectator" : Bravery? Fearlessness? Perhaps.
A call to arms united our spirit, but the price was ruin and hate.

"Molly" : You should have served a king, but you gave your loyalty to a thief.

「The mysterious spectator takes a step forward, his gaze moving from his counterpart to the distance.
He is not building up tension, but recalling memories of another battlefield, memories that have lain dormant for too long. 」

"The Mysterious Spectator" : It is not a king that I serve, but honesty and courage.

"Molly" : Destruction awaits, if you stay on this path.

"The Mysterious Spectator" : The destruction of the individual is nothing, compared to having to watch a tyrant bring this country to ruin.

"Molly" : How do you know her end, sir?

"The Mysterious Spectator" : I can predict her end, as I know her beginning.

"Molly" : How could you reminiscence about the past, young as you are?

"The Mysterious Spectator" : Who can keep the sun from setting? Such desires are the greatest greed.
I have seen countless acts of madness performed in the name of preserving this glory. They turn to banditry, or fight amongst themselves, ultimately accelerating the decay of this country.

「"Molly" turns around onstage, takes a few steps, then turns back, hiding her face in the shadows.
But her counterpart speaks first. His expression is calm, like water undisturbed. He shifts his hands, then crosses them. 」

"The Mysterious Spectator" : They will not admit that those who fall try to cling to the sunlight, but grasp only lightning.

"Molly" : Must they accept their fall?

"The Mysterious Spectator" : They can choose to not look back at the peak.
If they would turn their gaze around, they would realize that it is no abyss lying before them, but fertile earth in which infinite possibilities lie.

"Molly" : You say the abyss can be conquered? You do not know the truth of the abyss, nor do you understand that time is short.

"The Mysterious Spectator" : The abyss lies before us. We can fill it with flesh, and burn the remnants with blood, leaving behind wide open fields for those who come after.

<Background black>

Only when the ashes of old are blown away can a new crop grow on the field, to feed the next generation.

Operation story: 11-7

After operation

Summary

The Sarkaz tighten their control of the city. A group of Sarkaz mercenaries enter the factory, preparing to execute Catherine and any others who knew about the supply lines.

<Background 1>

[Indra, Morgan, and Dagda are talking in the garden. ]

Indra : You saw it, Morgan?
The guards at the warehouse were so nervous that they didn't even see me coming.

Morgan : Alright, alright, you win today. Take your jerky.

Indra : Ha, knew you'd be cross. Next time you can come with, and loser has to keep guard.

Dagda : ...They're staring at us.

Indra : Who?

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : ......

Indra : What are you stari–
What's this about...? Get outta the way, already. I need a drink from the kitchen. Thirsty after all that work.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : You shouldn't have done that.

Morgan : You mean lure away the Sarkaz patrol, giving your people a chance to escape the warehouse?

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Yes.

Morgan : Funny way to say "thank you"? Or did I hear you wrong?

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Our comrades in Sudean are grateful, and so are we. The mission went well. But why did you have to burn the warehouse?
It belonged to a Victorian merchant, not the Sarkaz! The Sarkaz were just occupying it.

Indra : Ha. Those fat cats are as cowardly as they are greedy. They want to help the Sarkaz, I'm happy to make them suffer for it.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : You do understand that you're just driving them into the arms of the Sarkaz?

Indra : Even better. More than just warehouses to burn for those traitors.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : That's gangster talk, not the way of the Self-Salvation Corps.

Dagda : ......

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Do you still insist on working with these people, Lady Isabelle?

Dagda : My name is Dagda here.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Er...
It's just, Lady Isa–Dagda. When Lady Allerdale introduced you and Her Highness to us, we thought...

Dagda : Siege told you on day one that it was the Glasgow Gang working with the Corps, not Her Highness Alexandrina and the Knight of the Tower.
Do you really want to see a hoodlum lead us, even take the throne?

Morgan : What shit-for-brains gives you the right to say that about Vina?

Indra : Sword back in its place, Morgan! We're on their ground!

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Many of us would rather follow you and Cumberland...

Dagda : Stuff it! I-I mean, you've said your piece. As long as we still stand together, you should not speak ill of our fellows.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : ......
Sorry, I spoke out of turn.

[The Eartha partisan leaves. ]

Morgan : ......

Indra : ......

Morgan : You shouldn't have stopped me.

Indra : And let you make a mess for Vina to clean up? Not to mention the bunny and the Doctor from Rhodes Island. Next time, think about your company before you lose your head.

Morgan : Ha... never thought the day would come that you'd be the one talking to me about losing my head.

Indra : Gotta change, and adapt to the environment. Look how Dagda is doing.

Dagda : Don't say that, it feels weird.

Indra : You think I wanna congratulate you? Living your way doesn't feel too nice.
But there's one thing the past couple days've taught me, Morgan. We have to adapt to keep up with Vina.

Morgan : ...Hmph.

Indra : Here, your jerky. Neither of us won the day.

Morgan : Keep it. I've got no appetite.
I've been thinking, Hannah... is this the kind of life that Vina wants? Since when did nobles and merchants give her the respect she deserves?

Indra : You're not thinking from the right angle.
They'll realize Vina is a good leader. And the respect Vina gets, she would've earned herself.

<Background 2>

[Allerdale walks towards an astute and slimy noblemen. ]

Slimy Noble : Ah, Lady Allerdale! Finally!

Allerdale : Sorry, I've been busy.

Slimy Noble : I heard you were looking for a buyer for the Steam Armor?

Allerdale : ...The news reached you quickly.

Slimy Noble : Only rumors, only rumors. A friend mentioned that a suit of Steam Armor from Londinium might appear on the market.
But the transaction fell through at the last minute.

Allerdale : ...I see.

Slimy Noble : I would not recommend that you sell something so valuable too easily. It's hard to get a good price under current market conditions.

Allerdale : Thank you for the advice. I'm just trying to do something useful with what little assets my family has left.

Slimy Noble : I understand. What little money we have means nothing to the Sarkaz.

Allerdale : Has the banquet not yet started? There's no need to wait for me.

Slimy Noble : We can't have that now. You've been the pillar of Central Londinium for ages. It's all thanks to you that we're alive today.
How is one even supposed to negotiate with a bunch of lunatics who don't care about money?

Allerdale : You flatter me, sir. I'm just a nobody who spoke up a few times at the unjust treatment that those like you have received.

Slimy Noble : Now, now, don't say that. House Cumberland will undoubtedly rise again under your leadership!

Astute Noble : Yes, the past is the past now.
When Londinium knows peace again–not to say that she's not at peace right now, of course!
In any case, House Cumberland will have our gratitude.

Slimy Noble : Lt. Colonel Lettou is here!

Slimy Noble & Astute Noble : We salute you!

[Lt. Col. Lettou walks in. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......

Astute Noble : It's an honor, Lt. Colonel. You have not graced us with your presence for many nights.
We are most grateful for your efforts to keep the peace!

Slimy Noble : I've come into a few bottles of excellent wine.
They may not have been so impressive in the old days, but in times like these they are a rarity. I'll have my butler bring them to your residence.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Ladies and gentlemen...
There will be no more banquets, from this day forth.
The Military Commission will be interviewing you soon. Good luck.

[Lt. Col. Lettou leaves. ]

Slimy Noble : ...Huh?
Wait, no! What do you mean?

Astute Noble : Lt. Colonel Lettou! Lt. Colonel Lettou!
Lady Allerdale, you must speak to Lt. Colonel Lettou! This is serious! P-People will die!
Lt. Colonel! Please don't go!

[Ailshie comes to Allerdale's side. ]

Ailshie : Miss, this is...

Allerdale : The Sarkaz have been biding their time. They let these fools wallow in luxury in order to keep the dukes from coming together.
There is nothing any given duke would like more than to become the master of Victoria.
At the center of Victorian high society is Londinium, and whomever makes an enemy of Londinium nobility makes an enemy of the entire state.
Such an offense against Victoria would have forced the dukes to put aside their individual interests and join forces to march on Londinium.
But the Sarkaz don't care anymore.
They've achieved their goal.
Some think what befell Londinium the past few years a disaster. But now–
War has truly come.

Ailshie : What about us, then?
Could you talk to Lt. Colonel Lettou, as the nobles suggested? You might...

Allerdale : They called me "pillar". But whom amongst them set foot in Cumberland Manor before the Sarkaz took control of Londinium?
Which of the Duke's true friends participated in these pretentious banquets?
I'm simply a figurehead for nobles who lack chips on their side, or those who are trying to protect themselves.
They flocked to the Cumberland banner, so Cumberland may take the fall for them.

Ailshie : So what you mean is...

Allerdale : Let's go, Ailshie. Inform our Self-Salvation Corps and Rhodes Islander friends to evacuate the ducal manor immediately. It is no longer safe.
We'll take one last look at our ancestral home.

Noble? : Allerdale.

Allerdale : You are...

Noble? : A letter from the duke.

<Background 3>

[A Sarkaz mercenary captain and a female Sarkaz merc named Paprika watches the streets. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : A few days in Auchterigg, then Highbury. Look at all those factories and houses packed tight together. Never seen a place so cramped.

Paprika : Can we go back to Central Londinium after this mission, Captain?

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : And do what? I don't know what Manfred was thinking, hiring kids like you who've barely taken a life before...

Paprika : I'm not a kid! I did a lot of jobs back in Columbia with Grimm, when he was still around!

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Grimm, eh...? I have babysit now because he got himself killed in Sudean. I should've taken his head and nabbed the bounty beforehand.

Paprika : Er... weren't you friends?

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : It's not my job to teach you how to be a mercenary, kid. But it is yours to read the map. Where do we go next?

Paprika : Munitions Factory No. 11 is just ahead.
General Manfred gave us a pretty long list... these are all older workers who know something, right? Just take them somewhere with no witnesses and kill them?

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : I would kill everyone in the factory, if it were up to me.
All that crap about killing only the ones who know anything... does he have any idea how much trouble that is?

Paprika : Well, he's the boss.

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Whatever. Put away the list and let's go.

<Background 4>

[Patto the worker greets Feist. ]

Londinium Worker : Feist!

Feist : Patto.

Londinium Worker : It's been a year. I missed you.

Feist : Sorry, I should have tried to send word.

Londinium Worker : Never mind that. I'm so glad to see you. For the past year, I've been telling everyone that you'd definitely come back alive.
Remember that vent over there? There's a bit of a platform outside the other end of it.
A few years ago, you said you would jump off it and onto the factory next door.
We were scared out of our minds. It was what, more than thirty meters off the ground? Fall, and you'd be dead for sure.
But you dared to jump. And then... Tommy jumped, Day jumped, and in the end I jumped too.
Whenever they ask me if I think you're dead, I tell them to look up at the vent.

Feist : Haha... we weren't afraid of anything, were we?

Londinium Worker : So these are your Self-Salvation Corps friends?

Doctor : Hello.

Londinium Worker : Looks well-read to me.
I heard there were all kinds in the Corps. Guess the rumors are true.

Feist : The Doctor is definitely well-read.

Doctor : I'm partnered with the Corps.

Londinium Worker : You have partners?
It's sounding more and more like the real deal, isn't it?

Feist : Haha.

Londinium Worker : So, why have you come back? Anything I can help with?

Feist : I–

Catherine : Patto!

Londinium Worker : Ca–
Catherine... I'm sorry.

Catherine : Get back to work.

Londinium Worker : Yes, ma'am.
But Feist is back, isn't he? He's not going anywhere?

Catherine : Don't you worry about him right now. As for your friend, we should talk somewhere else.

[Catherine leaves. ]

Feist : ......

Londinium Worker : Don't blame Catherine, Feist.
She's been protecting us from the Sarkaz for the past year. It's thanks to her that we haven't lost anybody.
There was one time when things got really bad, and she called on the leader of the Defense Forces to mediate.
But the Sarkaz have been putting more pressure on us, on Catherine.

Feist : I know, Patto.
I don't blame Granny one bit.
When I joined the Corps and truly understood what I was facing...
I knew what a difficult decision Granny had to make.

<Background 5>

[Catherine stands face-to-face with Feist and the Doctor. ]

Catherine : Alright, talk. What did you come back for?

Feist : We're looking for something.

Catherine : Something?

Feist : Yes. A hidden Sarkaz supply line that's fueling their mad war.
We're certain the line ends here in the industrial district.
We need to find it.

Doctor : Feist says no one knows the district better.

Feist : No one knows the district better than you, Granny. I'm sure you can help.
That's why I came to you.

Catherine : Flattering me won't do you any good.

Doctor : We just need a clue.

Feist : Yes, we won't cause any trouble for the factory.

Catherine : Why do you think I would help you?
Maybe I already told Patto to call the Sarkaz mercenaries.

Feist : ......
If that's the case... I'll have to flee with the others.

Catherine : Tell me, how many died in that incident you caused in Sudean?

Feist : ......

Catherine : Do you remember their names? Their faces? Do you remember what they looked like when they died? Their last words?

Feist : I...

Catherine : Don't rush your answer, Feist. And don't try to bluff your way through it.
I don't know what this "Doctor" of yours thinks, but I know you. You think you're smart, but being smart isn't enough to fool death.

Londinium Worker : Catherine! A bunch of Sarkaz just showed up at the door...

Feist : ...?!
Doctor, we need to get out of here–

Londinium Worker : They say Lt. Colonel Lettou, a Defense Force officer, wants to see you. You're to be escorted.

Feist : ...What?

Catherine : ......
George, watch these two and make sure they stay put.

<Background 4>

Catherine : Care for a smoke?

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Don't bother trying to butter me up.

Catherine : Lt. Colonel Lettou wants to see me?

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Yes.

Catherine : We've been meeting our targets. Nothing for him to worry about.

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Whatever. He wants to see you. Come with us.

Catherine : ......
Give me a minute. I have something to take care of first.

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : We're not asking, old bag.

Catherine : I have to put someone in charge. This is very sudden, after all.

[Paprika walks toward the merc captain. ]

Paprika : We can wait a little bit... can't we?
(Whisper) I don't think the General wants a scene.

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Ugh. You have ten minutes.

Catherine : Good enough.

<Background 5>

Feist : Granny, why are they looking for you?

Catherine : None of your business.

Feist : But–

Catherine : Shut up and come with me.

Operation story: 11-8

Before operation

Summary

Catherine tells Feist about the failed workers' protest twenty-six years ago, and leaves Feist and the Doctor with information about the supply line. Allerdale and Siege are being pursued by the Sarkaz.

<Background 1>

「Feist thought he was getting a talking to.
He was ready, thinking about what he could say to move the heart of the stubborn old worker before him.
Catherine has seen too much. Her temper is harder than the machines in the factory.
His cleverness with words has never been of any use before Catherine. Her fierce gaze sees through all, turning his wits to mush.
Feist feels a familiar sense of helplessness.
He always turns back into a little boy before his grandmother. Clumsy, excitable, prone to saying something he instantly regrets. He can only wait for his grandmother to speak first.
But Catherine says nothing.
She leads Feist down a long path. When they finally stop, he glances at her expression, and surprisingly sees no hint of anger. 」

[Catherine takes Feist and Doctor into a part of the arsenal. ]

Catherine : ......

Feist : What's up ahead?

Catherine : Nothing.

Feist : I remember this workshop. You used to come here by yourself. Why is the production line empty, though?

Catherine : What did you think this place was?

Feist : The old workers wouldn't say, but Patto made a bet with Day that it's the secret workshop where they used to build steam armor.

Catherine : Tell Patto he won the bet.

Feist : So this is really the steam armor... no, I don't understand...
I've followed you down this path a few times. I heard... I heard the machines running, and the conveyor belt moving.

Catherine : They still run, if someone hits the switch.

Feist : Why was it abandoned? Because the Steam Knights disappeared? No, even without orders, these machines are too dear to be left idle.

Catherine : Why... why indeed?

「The aging worker pats the machine, as though she was asking the cold metal.
Feist realizes that all the machines are spotless, with nary a speck of dust on them. It is as though time has stopped in this secret workshop. 」

Catherine : Do you know why I'm the only one who came here?
Cam, Mike, Branson... they should have been standing there. And Harvey, he'd be responsible for watching the thrusters.
When the production line moves as one... I guarantee you've never heard a song quite like it.

Feist : Harvey... isn't that Dad's name?

Catherine : Yes.
Your dad was the smartest worker in the entire city. He came up with all sorts of crazy ideas.

Feist : I've only seen him in photos.

Catherine : I wish you could have seen him in the flesh. You're like him... too much so, at times.
Harvey was an expert in steam engines. He was like an engine himself, going so fast that I couldn't keep up.
I should've kept up.

Feist : Didn't Dad go missing after getting caught in some business on the streets? That's what you said whenever I asked.

Catherine : Some business... if what happened twenty-six years ago could be called as much.

Feist : Twenty-six years ago? Didn't His Majesty...

Catherine : Yes. Londinium fell into chaos overnight, the nobles were at each other's throats, and the dukes led the way.
Lots of factories got hit, especially military ones making steam armor. We were forced to stop work.
Harvey... he was young then. Almost the same age as you now. He loved the factory, and he loved this city.
He left the factory with the other workers to protest against the nobles. He wanted the dukes to hear the voices of the workers, and protect our livelihood.
Naive, wasn't he?

Feist : ......

Catherine : I think back to it, on quiet nights... was it a cold one in December? Was his blood warm when it came out of his chest?

Feist : Dad did it... for his ideals.

Catherine : You want to say how noble it is to sacrifice for your ideals?
The leaders of your Self-Salvation Corps and that "Doctor" of yours... is that what they say when they mourn their dead friends?

Feist : It's what Commander Clovisia would say. As for the Doctor... the Doctor is even more quiet than usual at times like those. But I can feel the pure, heartfelt sincerity.

Catherine : The dead are in no position to appreciate their greatness.
As for the ones they leave behind... these words of consolation are like cigarette smoke, light and fluffy, comforting for a moment, but when it leaves your lungs...

「She takes a breath, a pause, then breathes out again.
The temperature is not low enough to leave a white fog. 」

Catherine : Only one thing is for certain. Forty-one workers walked onto the largest street in Central Londinium on that night, twenty-six years ago. None came back.
Nothing changed about the city. The nobles, the wealthy, they pretend nothing happened, but this workshop would never be the same again.
I'm too old to train another group of workers as good as them, Feist.
They should've taken over for me. Harvey should've been the one to teach you all you knew.

Feist : Granny...

Catherine : Believe it or not, I've never blamed Harvey, and I've never blamed you.
But think about it carefully. You should've thought about it carefully when you tried to lead Patto and the others into your rebellion.
If you survive this war, but the others don't, will you be like me, fraught with grief and regret night after night, leaning over machines with no one to use them?

Feist : ......
I didn't understand your decision three years ago, Granny.
But now, when I think back to that day, when I try to put myself in your shoes...
It would have taken me a long time to make that decision.
You're right. Being smart isn't enough to fool death.
But compromise and subservience won't get the job done either.

Catherine : ......

「Catherine takes a drag on her cigarette and says nothing. 」

Feist : I can't say I've thought this through.
I can't guarantee we'll be able to drive out the Sarkaz.
I've been feeling the weight on my shoulders, ever since Rhodes Island told us that we didn't have much time.
I'm afraid I'll do something stupid again.
But I can't stop here.
Otherwise, I'll never be able to face Johnny, Gabby, and the Self-Salvation Corps fighters who gave their lives.

Catherine : Too young... too naive, little brat.
You there, "Doctor". You look like you've got a grip on yourself, unlike this boy.
Would you kindly take care of him?

Doctor : Don't worry. / I'll do my best.

Catherine : There's a hidden compartment in the third drawer of my desk.

Feist : What?

Catherine : The Sarkaz are watching closely. There's no place for you here. Read it and get out.
Don't bring trouble to anyone else.

[Catherine leaves. ]

Feist : ...Thanks, Granny.

「You catch a glimpse of Catherine's expression as she passes by you.
Sorrow, and gratification. 」

Feist : Let's take a look, Doctor.
Granny's room is over here.

[Feist and the Doctor heads to Catherine's office. ]

<Background 2>

[Allerdale asks a Londinier, ]

Allerdale : Do you have the goods?

Londinium Citizen : All here.

Allerdale : How's Mr. Bader?

Londinium Citizen : I heard he's ill. Anyway, it's all here. Our business is concluded.

Allerdale : Good. Please pass on my gratitude.

「One after another, heavily-armed mercenaries emerge from the warehouse.
Their leader walks towards the Self-Salvation Corps and extends the hand not holding a weapon. 」

??? : Are you our new employer? I'm Totter.

Allerdale : Hello, Totter. Thank you for making the trip.

Totter : The container was a little stuffy.
Not that it's much different out here.

Allerdale : Hah. Welcome to Londinium.

Clovisia : Team 8, take our new friends to the base. Watch out for Sarkaz patrols.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Yes, ma'am. Come with us.

[The mercs led by Totter follows the Eartha partisans to their base. ]

Allerdale : The scales tip ever so slightly in our favor.
We don't have much time left, Clovisia. They've began culling the nobles.

Clovisia : We've evacuated the ducal residence and moved to Hideout Beta, which is better concealed. It's safe for now, but I'm not sure for how long.
The number of Sarkaz in the city is increasing.

Allerdale : The bulk of their forces will return in three days.

Clovisia : The Nachzehrer King... The terrible corpse eater.
Amiya told me about his powers. He "eats" war... turning the battlefield into part of himself simply by standing on it.

Allerdale : How do we defeat the battlefield itself?

Clovisia : The dukes' fleets must be united to win.
Our soldiers have to avoid him. That's why we need to move before he returns.
They're living legends.

Allerdale : The Sarkaz Royal Court... if they truly plan to suppress the entire city, over the heads of Lt. Colonel Lettou and the Defense Forces...
You're good at math, Clovisia. What are the chances we triumph over these terrible legends?

Clovisia : ......

Allerdale : Very good then. The Self-Salvation Corps didn't come this far by crunching numbers.

Clovisia : The fighters are doing their best.
Whatever may come, at least our hearts are one, aren't they, Allerdale?

Allerdale : ...Huh? Oh, yes, of course.

Clovisia : What are you thinking about?

Allerdale : I'm thinking... I hope tomorrow goes as well as these past few days have.

<Background 3>

Siege : Don't you think they've been going a little too smoothly lately?

Indra : That's a good thing, innit?

Siege : Good things don't happen on their own.

Morgan : I agree with Vina. You get lucky once, sure, but not every time.

Siege : ......

[Siege looked at a Londinier. ]

Londinium Citizen : –

Siege : Hey, those men have been loitering for a while...

Londinium Citizen : ......

「The man on the corner glances at them briefly.
He should not have been able to see so deep into the alley. But he suddenly pulls back his gaze, and briskly walks away with his head lowered. 」

[Siege contacts Dagda... ]

Siege : Dagda!

[...who responds. ]

Dagda : Yes?

Siege : Tell Allerdale... tell the Corps to evacuate the warehouse district immediately!

Dagda : Yes, Siege.
......

[After listening to people asking her in the background, Dagda asks Siege, ]

Dagda : They want to know why.

Siege : We are being watched... no time to explain.
Dagda, Indra, Morgan. Proceed with the plan.

<Background 2>

[A Kazdelian Sarkaz warrior stands before the Eartha partisans... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : –

[...who are quickly taken out... ]

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Oh...

[...as Siege reveals herself. ]

Siege : Is everyone out?

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : I... I don't know...

Siege : Run now. Talk later.

[The Eartha partisans start running. ]

After operation

Summary

The Self-Salvation Corps successfully escapes under Siege's leadership, but the Sanguinarch of Vampires is hot on their heels.

<Background 2>

[Kazdelian Sarkaz warriors are pursuing the retreating Siege and Eartha partisans. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : –

Siege : They're still on our tails.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : You should go... someone of your station shouldn't risk her life for us...

Siege : Would you say the same if it was Allerdale or Clovisia?

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : ...You're different.

Siege : Heads down.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Huh?

「Siege's hammer swings through the air, barely missing the fighter's head.
A massive hole appears on the wall with the sound of bricks cracking. Within lies the severed hand of a Sarkaz caster, still holding his wand. 」

Siege : Different, am I?

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : You... you...

Siege : Stay close. I'm not in the habit of slowing down my fights.

[The partisans continue running. ]

<Background 3>

Siege : We haven't shaken them yet.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : These Sarkaz are persistent.

Siege : Their uniform is the same, but the Sarkaz of Sudean are like children compared to these.
They're different.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : What should we do? Keep making circles in the streets?

Siege : You used to sit in front of a desk, didn't you?

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Huh? Yes, I was an accountant... why?

Siege : How did you travel? By car?

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Er, yes...

Siege : Do you know how wide a Londinium alley is? How long it takes to run from one end of Wellington to the other? How many sewer entrances there are on each block?

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : ...No.

Siege : They do.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Who does?

[Indra shows up and engages the Sarkaz warriors, dispatching them. ]

Indra : Over here, Vina!

<Background 2>

Sarkaz Warrior : Target sighted!

[The Sarkaz warriors attack. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Hostiles in the shadows!

Morgan : This way, Vina!

Siege : I hear explosions coming from the safehouse.
The Corps fighters aren't moving quick enough. We have to cover their retreat.

Morgan : Grr. This way!

[Siege and co. follows Morgan. ]

<Background 4>

[Dagda reunites with Siege. ]

Dagda : Siege!

Siege : Dagda, what's the situation?

Dagda : Clovisia evacuated with most of them. Allerdale...

Allerdale : ...I'm fine.

Siege : You're hurt.

Allerdale : I can take care of myself.
You should not have returned, Your Highness.

Sarkaz Warrior : They're inside.
Kill them all.

Dagda : Forgive my bluntness, Siege, I don't think you should...

Siege : You don't think I should have come back either?

Dagda : No, I don't think you should be at front, by yourself.
Allow me to stand by your side, from time to time.

Siege : Very well. Come forward, Dagda.

[Dagda tends to Allerdale. ]

Allerdale : ......

Siege : You need to rest, Allerdale.

Allerdale : The daughter of the Duke of Cumberland can't lose to the daughter of the Count of Manchester.

Siege : I know Allerdale and Dagda better.

Allerdale : Then I'll stand by your side, as your friend, Allerdale.

Siege : What about you, soldier? Can you stand?

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Y-Yes...

Siege : Then grab your weapon and fight.
Londinium... this iron jungle belongs to us. It's time to show the Sarkaz who is hunter and who is hunted.

[The Sarkaz warriors break into the room... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Your station won't save you, Aslan.
We don't care.
The Sarkaz future is now. You'll be buried with the past.

[...and Siege smashes her hammer to a wall... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Wait...
Look out! Ambush, behind the shelves!

Siege : You're sharp.

Morgan : Hey! Over here!

[...which is a signal for Indra and Morgan to come out and strike down the closest Sarkaz warrior... ]

Indra : No, here!

[...before engaging the rest... ]

Dagda : Do it, Siege!

[...with Dagda joining in... ]

Siege : Now then.

[...as Siege prepares to strike... ]

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Look out!

[...but a Sarkaz Warrior puts Allerdale at swordpoint. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Flashy, but pointless.
Playtime's over. Drop your weapon and you can die a quick death.
Make things easier for both of us.

Allerdale : Sorry... I got careless.

Siege : No need to apologize.

「The Sarkaz gazes at Siege, and Siege gazes at Allerdale.
She raises her hands slowly. Her hammer falls to the ground with a bang.
She winks at Allerdale, who raises the corner of her mouth. 」

Sarkaz Warrior : Wait... wind? But we're indoors...

[Strong winds are felt in the room... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : It's...
Damn it, it's Arts! Incoming!

[Allerdale uses the distraction to throw Siege's warhammer at her... ]

Allerdale : Vina, catch!

[...which she catches. ]

Siege : Now then.

[Siege slams her warhammer on the Sarkaz warrior... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Gah–!

[...knocking him down. ]

Siege : Are you alright?

Allerdale : I'm in a good mood, at least.

[A rumble is felt... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : The warehouse is collapsing! Pull out! Surround them outside!

[...forcing the Sarkaz warriors to run outside. ]

Indra : Your safehouse doesn't seem so solid.

Allerdale : Safehouses aren't meant to be impregnable fortresses.
Follow me.

[Siege and co. follows Allerdale out of the warehouse. ]

<Background 2>

[After escaping from the warehouse... ]

Allerdale : The hidden passage should be blocked under the rubble, but we need to up our pace.
Ugh...

Siege : You need to get your wounds wrapped, Allerdale.

Allerdale : I... I'm fine.

Siege : Dagda, take the fighter back to the Self-Salvation Corps camp. We'll split up.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Your Hig–Siege.
You showed your leadership. Now it's our turn to show you what we can do.
Thank you.

Morgan : Where are you going?

Siege : Allerdale's injuries can't wait. I'll find somewhere nearby...
Wait, I remember this place...

Allerdale : Surprised you still have an impression of this alley, Vina.
That afternoon, when you brought back the Sighs of Kings, with them.

Siege : ...What?

Allerdale : Nothing. Let's keep going.
This path connects the palace to the ducal residence. Not many know of its existence.
I have assurances from one whose word carries weight that Cumberland Manor will be safe until tomorrow.
Enough for us to get these little flesh wounds treated.

<Background 5>

[Allerdale noticed someone outside... ]

Allerdale : Vina...

[...and Siege enters. ]

Siege : You knew I was there?

Allerdale : I know what sounds I should hear from outside my room.
My dear Lady Vina, staring at me won't heal the wounds on my back.
Would you kindly change the bandages?

Siege : ...Right.

Allerdale : Ugh...

Siege : Sorry, was I too heavy-handed?

Allerdale : It's nothing. I just let my guard down when there aren't so many eyes on me.

Siege : You bled a lot... how many times did you get hit?

Allerdale : Most of them don't hurt anymore.

Siege : If I reacted faster... maybe it would have saved you a scar.

Allerdale : Escaping from those fighters was no mean feat.
Besides, I've been wanting to thank you for days.
You've helped the Corps a lot, and you even saved the old steam armor.

Siege : I have a responsibility, Allerdale. I... I don't want to see you lose anything else.

Allerdale : ......
Hah.
No matter, Vina. If there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that life usually doesn't go the way we want.
If it did, we wouldn't be hiding in this dark, little room, and we wouldn't be sitting with a bunch of stinking bandages.

Siege : We...

[Allerdale interrupts Siege, ]

Allerdale : Let me think... we'd be sitting in a garden, taking tea together, discussing poetry and the weather.
We could go hunting. The alcornes are plentiful in the countryside this season. They run fast, but stop and stare when they see a crowd. Do you like hunting?

Siege : ...I don't know.

Allerdale : I've almost forgotten how it feels myself. But I'm guessing you don't like dancing, at least not at those onerous dance parties in the social season. I don't like them either.
The dresses are so much stiffer than hunting attire, and so tight they rob you of your appetite for the banquet.

Siege : Ha, I can imagine.
And...

Allerdale : What?

Siege : I'm thinking the hunting outfit would look better on you.

Allerdale : Vina...

Siege : Yes?

Allerdale : Perhaps... we should have seen more of each other. Much more.

Siege : Fate robbed us of a beautiful life, against our will.
Luckily, we still have the future...

[Allerdale noticed the look in Siege's face... ]

Allerdale : What's the matter? You look surprised.

Siege : ...I'm talking about the future.

Allerdale : You don't do that often?

Siege : Back when I was running for my life, I hardly ever thought about the future. The past was in my dreams, and the future... it was in a fog, where I couldn't see anything.

Allerdale : This is not a flaw, Vina. It's a virtue.
Nobles like to talk about the future, but most of them are more concerned about the dinner menu.
It's not because they've grown numb to life, but because they understand how precious the present is.

[Siege asks Allerdale, ]

Siege : Like the present now?

Allerdale : Yes...
Like the present now.

<Background 6>

[Allerdale walks toward Ailshie. ]

Allerdale : Ailshie.

Ailshie : Good morning, Lady Allerdale. Everything is in order.

Allerdale : The steam armor... why have you taken it out?
It's too big to take with us.

Ailshie : ...Is that so?
Has Her Highness Alexandrina left?

Allerdale : Yes, she has her own mission.

Ailshie : Your injuries...

Allerdale : Are fine, thanks to Her Highness.

Ailshie : I haven't seen you smile like this in a long time.

Allerdale : Am I being too calm before the storm?
It does bring back long-forgotten feelings to stand with Her Highness and the others.
It's been some time since I encountered someone I could trust.

Ailshie : Her Highness Alexandrina saved this armor for you. I may be a lowly servant, but I feel a sense of gratitude.
It's the pride of Cumberland.

Allerdale : Pride...

Ailshie : The armor and your honored ancestors... I remember how you used to talk to them.

Allerdale : Children like to wallow in fantasy.
But I learned, twenty-six years ago, that it's no hero, just a broken hunk of metal.
We've all changed, yet the armor seems frozen in time.
Do you... like Her Highness Alexandrina?

Ailshie : Her Highness is very kind. I've seen how she treats her fellows, eating the same food and sleeping in the same room.
She's not like most nobles. She doesn't see them as her servants, nor will she abandon them.

Allerdale : Victoria is fortunate.
The heart of Her Highness is strong. Years of exile have not undermined her dignity and integrity.

Ailshie : You said Victoria. What about yourself, my lady? What do you think of Her Highness?

Allerdale : ......
I hope she has a bright future.

Ailshie : So you...?

Allerdale : I got a letter last night. Two in the same day.
She's... impatient.

Ailshie : But you've reunited with Her Highness!
Do you remember how Her Highness came here with the Sighs of Kings, twenty-six years ago? It must've been a sign, and its portents might come true very soon!
We've waited for so long, Miss. You could...

"Allerdale Cumberland.
You will meet Vina again, someday."

Allerdale : He...
......
I've long since given up waiting, Ailshie.
How long has it been since Jim left?

Ailshie : He returned home to County Peninsula the year after the incident.

Allerdale : ...Twenty-five years. We haven't had a gardener for a quarter century.
I used to love the bushes that grew there. They tripped me from time to time, but the tiny golden flowers that bloomed from them were so beautiful.
The first batch all died the winter after Jim left.
Mother sent people all around and learned that it was the noblest breed from Minos. The money it took to buy those seeds would have fed an ordinary family of Londiniers for half a decade.

Ailshie : Your garden remains beautiful, even without that particular kind of bush.

Allerdale : I tried, Ailshie. We all tried. You toiled tirelessly, summer and winter, in order to keep the garden in good shape.
But without those seeds, our garden would never return to its former glory.
I sent her a letter the fifth New Year's Day after Dad died.
Her reply included the seeds that House Cumberland could no longer afford.

Allerdale : ......
Ailshie... we've always been living like this.

Ailshie : If the Duke was here...

Allerdale : ...She always had tricks up her sleeve.

Ailshie : No, my lady, I meant your father.

Allerdale : Father... father.
I can hardly recall his voice now.
Perhaps it's only in this garden that I... that I remember how he held my hand, taught my how to swing a sword, knocked me down, then picked me back up and sat me on his shoulder...
......
I wanted to preserve them, many years ago, Ailshie. I tried everything I could. The garden, the armor... and the shadow of my father.
But there is nothing worth less than "want".
I remember how I wanted to become a Steam Knight when I was little.
......
Ailshie. Sometimes... just sometimes, I think...
Growing up is such a cruel thing, isn't it?
With the exception of a lucky few, we all become tired and unremarkable adults.
Always treading carefully, not daring to speak our minds, grasping at straws when the waves are rough, and never letting go of the ones we find.
What did you want to be when you were little, Ailshie? Not the servant of a fallen house, surely?

Ailshie : No, it's an honor to be by your side...

Allerdale : I want the truth.

Ailshie : Well... I suppose... I listened to a lot of bard's tales when I was little.

Allerdale : Ah. Ailshie the Bard.

Ailshie : Please don't tease me.

Allerdale : Growing up means toppling, crushing, turning to dust the possibilities that we thought were within our reach when we were little.
And here we are.
Can I preserve House Cumberland's glory? It passed beyond my reach a long time ago.
I, Allerdale, am who I am now.

Ailshie : ...But even you cannot say who Allerdale will be, can you?

Allerdale : Will be...?

Ailshie : I'm old, Miss. I couldn't squeeze a tune out of an instrument, even if I had the chance.
But you promised me.
Maybe you thought it was just a childish fancy.
But I've always believed that you could do it.
To be a Steam Knight greater than Charles Lynch, greater than any of your ancestors.
You'll do it for me, won't you?

Allerdale : Enough, Ailshie! She wouldn't permit...

Ailshie : Then what do you want to do?
I'm behind you, no matter your choice.

Allerdale : I–

Ailshie : Take your time. You always make the right decision.
Miss... permit me walk around this garden, one last time.
It's most dear to me... even if it's just a shadow of its former self.

「Allerdale wants to say something, but does not open her mouth.
She watches someone, with whom she has spent virtually every day of her entire life, walk towards the center of the garden. They have been through the worst of times together, and have been transformed them in ways they could not have imagined.
Allerdale realizes that she has not seen Ailshie smile like this for years.
She feels a sense of tranquility, one that she has not felt in ages.
If there is still a chance–
Suddenly, Allerdale's attention is drawn to a speck of orange in the distance.
It rapidly draws near, and she feels the temperature around her rise. 」

Allerdale : Ailshie! Quick, we must–

「In an instant, the manor is engulfed in flames. 」

<Background 3>

[Lt. Col. Lettou is accompanying the Sanguinarch of the Vampires. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ...Your Highness.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Quiet.
You're disturbing my enjoyment of the view.
Storied history turns to cinder. The proud manors of the nobles, reduced to charred ruins.
Tiles carefully sculpted and laid over centuries peel off one by one. Flowers collected from all the corners of the land wilt and wither.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : My orders were to investigate the nobles.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Are you not happy with what I'm doing, "Commander"?
Do you not enjoy the flames? Does the sound of blood evaporating not interest you?
"Hiss, hiss." Listen and savor, Lettou, my friend.
I'm examining every drop of blood, as is my responsibility...

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......
I will assist your investigation, ensuring that no... traitor... walks free.
As is my duty.

Operation story: 11-9

Before operation

Summary

The Sanguinarch of Vampires burns Cumberland Manor to the ground and executes many nobles. Catherine faces the Sarkaz mercenaries in order to protect the others in the factory.

<Background black>

There are some things that will never change, Ailshie!
I'll grow up to be a Steam Knight, just like Sir Lynch! No, even greater than Sir Lynch!
I'll protect you all, and I'll drive every scoundrel away.
I'll uphold the glory of Cumberland, just like my great-great-great-great grandmother!
I promise this, Ailshie! You'll see!

[Allerdale tries to break into the burning manor. ]

Allerdale : Ailshie!
Hold on! I, I'll...
I promised that I'd...

[Someone speaks to Allerdale out of nowhere. ]

??? : Go, Allerdale.
The Vampire is coming. He cannot find you.

Allerdale : Ailshie is here. I have to–

??? : You have to follow her orders. She will not allow you to deviate.

Allerdale : Y-You can't...

??? : We can. The Duke has ordered us to help you "complete your mission", but we are not your servants.
Do not forget her instructions.
Do not forget your place.

Allerdale : I...

??? : There is only one thing that you must do. Fulfill your duty.

「For an instant, Allerdale forgets where she is, and who is with her.
She wants to run, towards the fire that is burning away at what little remains of her life.
Just like that night twenty-six years ago, when she wanted to run towards another fire to stop Parliament's men from taking her father. 」

??? : That is your sole responsibility.

「Allerdale's eyes open wide. The tears in them evaporate before the fire.
But she sees a great silhouette is rising in the burning garden.
Is it the damaged suit of steam armor? The steam armor upon which she placed so many dreams and hopes? 」

??? : Return to the person of interest. Now.

「Through so many trials and tribulations, Allerdale had prayed that her great ancestor would descend into the steam armor and help her overcome all challenges.
Now she sees the ancient armor breathing the flames of hell.
She sees the shadow in the fire roar towards her.
It is not her hope. She has strayed far from it.
Even if her ancestor truly returned–
Allerdale knows it could only be her worst nightmare. 」

Allerdale : ......

[Allerdale pauses for a moment before saying, ]

Allerdale : Tell her.
I will obey her will, as always.

<Background 1>

Slimy Noble : I, I don't understand, Your Highness...
I thought you were pleased with our hospitality...
You even graced us with your presence at our banquets, did you not? You liked this place!

Sanguinarch of Vampires : I will not deny that you have brought me joy, from time to time.
I find your petty flattery and exaggerated cordiality adorable.

Slimy Noble : You must be mistaken! I have no links to the dukes or the resistance! I swear...
Any trouble must be the work of the Cumberland woman! I'll expose her!
Sanguinarch... Your Highness... please, I'll give you anything! My collection, my money... take all of it! Just...

Sanguinarch of Vampires : What good are those to me, my dear?

Slimy Noble : You wouldn't kill me, would you? We should hold a wine tasting! You haven't sampled my private reserve yet...
I'll be alright, won't I, Lt. Colonel Lettou? This is Londinium!
They–the Sarkaz are just here to protect Londinium at the invitation of the Duke of Cavendish? They wouldn't kill an innocent, of course?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......
Take him to the front.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : I tire of the noise. Begin.

Slimy Noble : B-Begin what?

Sarkaz Warrior : Run in when you hear the order.
Confirm everyone is dead and you can come back alive.

Slimy Noble : In... into the fire? A fire that big? N-No! I'll burn to death!

Sarkaz Warrior : You're going to do exactly that.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : –

「The ancient Sarkaz steps on the Heart of Victoria and raises a finger. 」

Slimy Noble : Argh–!

「He did not see what was chasing him.
As the Sarkaz warrior said, he follows the order instinctively, running forward like a man possessed.
In the fire, the slightest chance of survival. On his tail, the scent of certain death.
But he only takes a few steps before stumbling in confusion.
Blood spurts from his body.
It no longer belongs to him. It serves another master now.
At its new master's command, it charges forth towards the collapsing manor, towards the raging flames, chewing through the ruins, swallowing the rubble, covering the cinders.
Nothing can stop the march of blood, not even fire. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : He was right, Lettou.
I haven't sampled his private reserve.
We should, shouldn't we?

<Background 2>

[Paprika's captain takes Catherine to a location. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : This is it. Wait here.

Catherine : Lund, Charlie...
This is where you kill us.

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : ...How do you know?

Catherine : Simple.
You never told the workers what you were building for the past two years.
But a factory boss gets a few clues.
I guessed you were close to the final stages, the way you people have been pressing us lately. And that means it's time for those who know too much to die.

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : You lied to me.

Catherine : Just getting my affairs in order.
What could lowly workers like us do, after groveling for the past three years?

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Don't you dare try anything.
You, you and you. Come with me; we'll take a look around.
Keep a close eye on her, Paprika.

Paprika : Alright.

[The merc captain leaves. ]

Catherine : Can I have a smoke?

Paprika : Hm... okay.

Catherine : Thanks.

[Catherine lights up her cigarette. ]

Paprika : Did you ever consider running?

Catherine : Where?
And anyway, it'd only make trouble for the workers left behind.

Paprika : ......

Catherine : I've been thinking about what you'd do to us. Looks like whoever's giving the orders still has something of a heart.

Paprika : But... what do you mean?

Catherine : They said to get rid of us quietly so the workers don't panic, didn't they?
If my life buys a chance for the others to live, then so be it.
You think the rest of the old timers you brought here don't get that?

Paprika : I don't get it...

Catherine : Huff...
How old are you, girl?

<Background 3>

[Feist asks the Doctor, ]

Feist : Doctor, do you know the story of the Steam Knights?

Doctor : Yes. / I've heard of them.

Feist : Granny used to build them.
It was a point of pride for us.
With our own hands, we built the armor worn by the defenders of Londinium, the ones who defended our home.
I wanted to see the birth of those great things, just like Granny... to take part in it.
Granny's been through a lot. She saw how Londinium became what it is today. And I can see how disappointed she is.
But I don't want to give up so soon.

[Feist notices a drawer. ]

Feist : Must be this drawer.
Hidden compartment... hidden compartment... ah, here it is.
Granny's incredible. I'd never know this desk had been altered, if she hadn't told me.
This is... my badge?
And a notebook?

I don't know who I'm writing this for, what I'm writing this for.
......
Harvey died before Feist was born.
Lindy tried to understand, but her sorrow turned into anger towards me. She blamed me for not stopping Harvey that day.
I couldn't argue with her. I couldn't blame her for leaving Feist behind.
I heard she remarried someone decent. Good for her.
I never told Feist. I didn't want him to know that his father died for nothing, and that his mother left with hate in her heart.

Feist : ......

<Background 2>

Catherine : So you grew up in Columbia.

Paprika : Yes, my grandma raised me.
Mom and Dad were both mercenaries, but they're dead.

Catherine : Why did you become a mercenary, then?

Paprika : To feed myself, and grandma.
Sarkaz aren't welcome most places, so I had to be a merc.

Catherine : What a good girl.
So you agree with the Regent?

Paprika : You mean with occupying the city?
Hmm... I don't know.
We do what we're paid to do. I didn't know we were going to occupy such a big city.
In Columbia, we were helping merchants smuggle goods that they didn't want people to know about, or hunting wild beasts.
But I can tell you, that was the first time I saw Grimm so excited. He said the Sarkaz would get to live a decent life, if we were successful.

Catherine : Grimm? The smoker?

Paprika : Yes.

Catherine : Where's he now? I haven't seen him around in a while.

Paprika : He's dead.

Catherine : Aren't you sad about that?

Paprika : He always said that death and parting are a normal part of the mercenary life.

Catherine : Death and parting. All these years of chaos, and the Victorians haven't learned the slightest thing about the Sarkaz.
Catch, girl.

Paprika : Huh?

「Catherine takes a little thing from her cigarette box and tosses it at Paprika.
It is small, soft, made of wool, and bright in color. 」

Paprika : This is... a finger sleeve...
Grimm...

Catherine : You made it for the old merc, didn't you?
His finger hurt because of an old wound, but he couldn't cut the smoking habit. I saw him hide it in his cigarette box.
Guess he didn't want to get it dirty, even though you made it for him to use.

Paprika : ......

Catherine : He gave me the box when he left. Payment for smokes, those few months.
He never talked about you, but the moment I saw you, I knew you were the girl he was always thinking about.

Paprika : I... I don't...

Catherine : I don't know what he thought about the war.
But I know, without hearing it from him... you don't know what war is.

<Background 3>

......
I had a feeling Feist would leave.
He's too much like Harvey.
He thinks he can solve every problem with his wits.
Seeing him reminds me of Harvey.
I can't tell if I'm disappointed because the protest failed, or because Harvey didn't understand what the nobles were made of.
Maybe a little bit of both.
I let Feist go.
I knew I couldn't stop him.
......

Feist : Doctor, I thought about what I was going to say to Granny, before I brought you back.
I thought I was prepared. We've seen so much in our time.
But I think I owe her an apology.

Doctor : You're family. / She doesn't need your apology, does she?

Feist : ......
Catherine always looks strict and solemn. People forget that she's just an ordinary woman, who lost her livelihood.

......
The Sarkaz don't let workers into certain areas of the factories. They're definitely preparing some sort of weapon.
They shouldn't have the resources to hold out this long, not with the dukes breathing down their necks.
But from the material being sent to the factories, with what I know of their situation, all the signs point to them having their own supply line.
None of this was supposed to concern me.
All I can do is protect the workers.
But–
I noted things I shouldn't have.
Maybe, deep down, I thought I could do more than I did when I watched Harvey go out into the streets, if Feist came back to me for help someday.
Workers aren't allowed near it, but I know the place too well.
There are only a few places suitable for a supply depot.

Feist : Here, Doctor! Granny circled some places on the map.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : They'll be heavily guarded.

Feist : Yes, it'll be hard to get close to the depots.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I hope we get results on the other side.

Feist : This information will help, though, even if we can't get close.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Feist : I wish I could say goodbye to Granny.
Guess it'll have to wait until next time.
Let's go, Doctor.

<Background 2>

Paprika : A lot of us don't actually know what we're fighting for.
It's just, we don't have a place to go. We're not welcome anywhere.
The King of Sarkaz promised us a home, a country, a future.

Catherine : I've spent time with you people. I can tell that some of you haven't actually fought before.
What about you?

Paprika : I can fight!

Catherine : Have you killed anyone, girl? And I'm not talking about a villain you can kill without remorse... I mean real people.

Paprika : ......
You're just a worker. You haven't killed anyone. Don't talk to me like you know what it means.

Catherine : You've been in Londinium for a while. You've heard of steam armor, haven't you?

Paprika : I heard it's a powerful weapon that hasn't been seen for a long time.

Catherine : Yes. It's a killing machine.
I built killing machine after killing machine with these hands right here.
I don't feel ashamed, because those machines were used to defend the land I lived on.
What about you, girl? Do you know what your weapon is for?

Paprika : I...

After operation

Summary

Feist rallies the workers and rescues Catherine, with the help of the Doctor and Ascalon.

<Background 3>

[An arsenal worker asks another, ]

Londinium Worker : George, everyone willing to go is here.

Londinium Worker : What about Tommy?

Londinium Worker : No sign of him.

Londinium Worker : That's fine. Volunteers only.

[Feist joins in. ]

Feist : George.

Londinium Worker : You found what Catherine left for you, Feist? Was it what you were looking for?

Feist : Yes.

Londinium Worker : I'm glad.
Now get going, before you can't.

Feist : Wait, what's going on?

Londinium Worker : Do you know why the Sarkaz took Catherine?
She knew too much. They're executing workers like her.
Something didn't feel right, so I had Day climb to the top of the factory to check.

Feist : What...?

Londinium Worker : Catherine kept it from us. She thought we didn't know anything.
But we aren't stupid. We guessed what's going on.

Feist : What are you gonna do?

Londinium Worker : Nothing in particular.
We've put up with the Sarkaz for a long time.
More or less gotten used to it.
Some folk think the Sarkaz will let us go, so long as we put up with them a little longer.
Now they want to do away with Catherine.

Feist : You'll die.

Londinium Worker : Better than standing around and watching them kill Catherine.
No one standing here has anything left to lose.

Feist : I...

Londinium Worker : Stop.
You're with the Self-Salvation Corps.
We've heard about you. Lots of us are happy for you.
You've got more important things to do.
Don't let Catherine's sacrifice be in vain.

Feist : ...No.
Doctor, I may have gotten some information from Granny...
But as the leader of this factory, Granny knows more about the Sarkaz production lines than anyone else.
She has significant strategic value, doesn't she?

Doctor : Without a doubt. / Undeniably.

Feist : ...I request help from Rhodes Island.

Doctor : Are you there, Ascalon? / I know you're watching... here with me.

Ascalon : Here.

Doctor : I'm sure you've identified the hostiles in this sector. / Describe the enemy deployment.

Ascalon : They've tightened defenses, leaving gaps on the outside.
It's mostly loosely-organized mercenary bands guarding the outer area.

Doctor : We need time. / Distract the mercenaries and take out the sentries.

Ascalon : ......
On it.

Feist : Thank you, Doctor, Ascalon.

「Feist takes a deep breath. 」

「He sticks his badge to his chest and goes in amongst the workers. 」

Londinium Worker : Don't make any rash decisions, Feist.

Feist : I'm not here as a member of the Self-Salvation Corps.
I'm here as the grandson of Catherine, as someone who grew up in this factory.
I belong here.
Just like you, I don't want Catherine to die.
I'm not gonna let her die, and I won't let you die either.
The Doctor's people will cut off Sarkaz communications.
Once we rescue Granny and the other factory bosses, we'll have plenty of time to get out of Highbury.
I'll lead you to the Corps.
Everyone will be safe.
...Everyone should be safe.

「The workers exchange stunned looks.
But they see the fire of hope beginning to burn in each others' eyes.
One by one, they get behind Feist.
They have decided to trust Feist. 」

<Background 3>

[Tommy the worker runs toward Feist. ]

Londinium Worker : Feist! I-I'm going too!

Feist : Tommy... thanks.
But don't.

Londinium Worker : Why?

Feist : You hesitated because your dad's not well, right?

Londinium Worker : But–

Feist : And there's something I need you to do.
No matter the outcome, you will report to the Sarkaz that we staged a riot.

Londinium Worker : But...

Feist : It's important. I have to keep the ones who stay behind safe.

Londinium Worker : ...Alright.

Feist : Let's go, then.
We'll get the old hands back.

Londinium Workers : Right!

<Background 2>

「Catherine smokes her cigarette quietly.
She watches as the Sarkaz drag one familiar face after another to the makeshift firing range.
She sees on those familiar faces anger, disgust, resignation.
Then, in the end, peace.
She knows her turn will come soon.
She feels a sense of calm that she has never felt before.
Feist was right.
Compromise and subservience will solve no problems.
She must pay for her choices.
But she got to see her grandson one last time, and left him a little gift, before she had to pay.
That's enough. 」

[The merc captain approaches Catherine. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : You're up, grandma.
Take her.

Catherine : I can walk on my own.

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Oh. Paprika.
Grimm never had you kill anybody, did he?

Paprika : ...Never.

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Here's your chance.
Learn to kill.

Paprika : ......

Catherine : This is how the Sarkaz treat a kid?

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : I heard what you said to her. You're right. She doesn't know what war is.
I didn't want to know what war was, if I could help it. No Sarkaz does.
But you left us no choice. None of you did. That's why it's time for her to learn.

Catherine : ......

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : I like that look in your eyes, grandma.
It's the same look I've seen on buddies who died with their eyes wide open.

[A Sarkaz merc walks toward Catherine. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : I've killed a lot.
But it doesn't sit right with me, killing someone who can't fight back.

Sarkaz Warrior : You can go back where you came from, if you don't have the stomach for it.
How do you know these workers didn't build the weapons that were used to kill your own people?
Morals are for peacetime. This is war. It's an argument we never got to have on fair, equal ground.

Sarkaz Mercenary : I don't need you to tell me that. I just...

[A drone flies by the Sarkaz troops... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Huh? A drone?

[...and emits a flash which blinds them... ]

Feist : Now!

[...allowing the arsenal workers to take down the Sarkaz troops. ]

Feist : This is the place! I've scanned the area with the drone!
Move!

<Background fades out and in>

Paprika : C-Can't I let someone else do it?

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : No.
I'm sure Grimm taught you not to question your captain's orders.
Either you kill her, or drop your weapon and I kill you.

Paprika : I...

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Do it.

Catherine : ......

Paprika : But...

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Do it!

Paprika : I... I can't!

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : ...I always said Grimm was too soft on you.
We're not here to convince the Victorians to give our homeland back. If you can't do it, you're going to get it–

[Feist's drone flies past the merc captain. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Huh–a drone?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Captain! The workers are revolting!

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : What?

Londinium Worker : Feist, we've got the Doctor giving orders here. We'll keep the mercenaries pinned down. Go and get Catherine!

Feist : Alright!

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Are you out of your minds?

[The merc captain tries to stop Feist and the workers, but they managed to overwhelm him. ]

Feist : No, we're not.
Do you know how valuable an experienced worker is?
They're in high demand, you know.

Catherine : Feist! You–

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Hmph...
You could have lived longer if you pretended not to know anything.

Feist : Too bad Granny always says I never know when to shut up.

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : You think you can beat me?

Feist : No, but maybe she can.

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Wha–

[Catherine grabs a spanner from George the worker and strikes the merc captain with it... ]

Sarkaz Mercenary Captain : Umph...!

[...so hard that he is knocked down. ]

Catherine : Bollocks, that thing was heavy...
Thanks, George. That felt good.

Londinium Worker : Thank Feist.
What about you, Sarkaz? Not gonna fight?

Paprika : ......

Catherine : ...Girl.
Your captain was right. This isn't the time to talk about right or wrong. We can't.
But if you don't know what you're fighting for...

Paprika : ...No.
Y-You can't go...

[The Sarkaz mercs back Paprika up. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : ......

Feist : Guess I've got no choice then.
Charge!

<Background 2>

[The Kazdelian Sarkaz warrior watches the chaos... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : What's going on? Where is everybody?
I'm gonna have to report this, if I don't get a response–

[...and suddenly got stabbed in the back. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Argh...

「The Sarkaz warrior feels weightless.
In his blurring vision, he sees a black figure just before he collapses.
It was another Sarkaz. 」

Sarkaz Warrior : Why... Sarkaz...

Ascalon : Last one.

「Ascalon is talking to herself, but she puts away the weapon with complete confidence that she is right.
She can clearly see the angry workers routing the Sarkaz mercenaries from her position.
Violence without strength of numbers was easily broken before years of pent-up anger.
The balance of power is reversed. Memories float to the surface.
She casts her gaze in another direction.
The center of Londinium. 」

<Background 2>

Feist : We've tied up all the mercs.
How many injuries?

Catherine : Not many. The mercenaries with this kid were in a panic and slow to react.
They didn't even make up their mind to fight.

Paprika : W-We–!
We... we just...

Catherine : You tried to resist, but you were ambushed by cunning Londiniers.

Doctor : Ascalon has cleaned up outside. / We don't have much time.

Catherine : Their way, only a few old timers had to die.
Now the Sarkaz will have all your heads.
Is this your clever idea, Feist? Put all these years of patience to waste?

Feist : No.
If we watched you sacrifice yourselves to save our skins today, there'd be another group of victims tomorrow.
Until everyone only cares about themselves.

Catherine : ......

Feist : And... that's not your choice to make for all of us.

Catherine : You're right. But it's not yours either.

Feist : This time, though, everyone came to rescue you of their own accord.
The Sarkaz have occupied the city for years... life is hard, but there are some red lines we can't let them cross. If we didn't come here today, we–

[George the worker joins in. ]

Londinium Worker : The Sarkaz will eventually boil us all.

Catherine : George... you too.
It's not all of you here. That means there are some who don't want to see me come back alive.

Feist : ......

Catherine : Reality is crueler than you think, Feist. Right and wrong isn't so simple.
But what's done is done...

「Catherine looks at Feist. It seems like she wants to say something.
She does not, however. 」

Catherine : Let's go.

11-10: Swords Crossed

Summary

On the eve of the storm, there are reunions, and there are partings.

<Background 1>

[Several Confessarius Guards stand guard. ]

Confessarius Guard : Guard this place.
Watch your formation, keep an eye on her movements.
You know who it is we're facing. Don't be like those stupid mercs.
...Here she comes.

Shining : ......

Confessarius Guard : Watch her hands.
She could draw her sword at any–

Shining : ......

[The Confessarius Guards keep their eyes on Shining as she approaches them. ]

Confessarius Guard : Watch the lights and shadows. Don't try to follow the sword.

Shining : ......

「The Sarkaz with white horns silently carries her sword in her arms.
Wordlessly, she keeps moving forward.
The guards instinctively step back. 」

Confessarius Guard : Hold your ground!

Shining : ......

「She stops.
Under the gaze of the guards, she raises her left hand, and takes out a small piece of paper from within her tattered robe. 」

Shining : I came as appointed, as he wished. No need to be on guard.

Confessarius Guard : ......

Shining : Which way to Riverbank Street?

Confessarius Guard : ......

??? : Shining!
What are you doing standing there? Get out of the way! I told you we had a family meeting today.

Confessarius Guard : Understood.

[The Confessarius Guards stand down and allows Shining to pass. ]

??? : What took you so long, Shining? I've been waiting!

Shining : ...Salus.

[Shining looks at the clock. ]

Shining : It's not time yet.

Salus : No, it's not. The leader won't be angry.
Come in, dinner's ready. Look at you. Have you not had anything decent to eat since you left Londinium?
I've talked to the leader. Tonight's menu is being prepared to Royal Victorian Academy of Sciences banquet standards.

Shining : ......

Salus : Oh, Shining, Shining! How long has it been since the old days, when we used to chat at the dinner table? Tell me what you've seen and heard!

<Background 2>

Salus : Leader, Shining's back!

Confessarius : Welcome.

Shining : ......

Confessarius : Sit. This is your place. We just came to Londinium then... it was a long time ago.
It has been empty ever since you killed those poor souls and fled with the test subject.
That betrayal chilled the clan to the bone.
But I don't blame you. Sit.

Shining : ......

Confessarius : ......

Salus : I can't wait. I've hardly had a good meal lately, staying all night in the labs.

「She pulls a chair and sits by the right hand side of the white-horned Confessarius leader.
He stops speaking and sits with his eyes half-closed.
A moment later, Shining puts down her sword and walks toward the only chair that is empty by the long table. 」

Confessarius : Talk about your experiments, Salus.

Salus : Work at the dinner table? Alright, alright.
There isn't much to talk about. I'm doing my best to extract emotions from memories, but the voices of the dead don't linger long on my fingertips.
I've gotten some results, but only fragments. I'm running into a bottleneck.
The information is like branches cut from their tree. You can reconstruct the shape of the tree, but a tree can't survive without its roots, much less grow new sprouts.
And I can't capture voices from further before, never mind bringing them back to the present.
Like time, life only goes in one direction. A description of its nature must necessarily be abstract and literary. Even the Originium Arts of you and Shining can only capture an instant.

Confessarius : The King of Sarkaz is the exception.

Salus : That knowledge and the technique are like a waterfall, yet we can never find its source, or draw fresh water from it.
My research has stalled since Shining's experiments stopped.

Shining : ......

Salus : What about you, Leader? Is the Regent planning something big? You've been spending most of your time at Westhaleg or The Shard; you hardly come to my lab anymore.

Confessarius : The Regent's plan is at a crucial stage.

Salus : I'm not sure I understand.
From Kazdel to Kazdel, the Confessarii's service to those in power has always been one of pure mutual gain.
But you've been so close to the Regent that people on the outside are beginning to think the Confessarius is the Regent's lieutenant.

Confessarius : Since when have we cared, Salus?
This is hardly the first time they've misunderstood the Confessarii.

Salus : What's different about Theresis?

Shining : ......

[... ]

Confessarius : I would not recommend saying that name within earshot of General Manfred.

Salus : That's why I'm doing it in front of family.
Like his predecessor, he came from no royal court, and his bloodline is far less pure than yours or Shining's.
None of their ancestors have ever caught the Confessarii's attention. We've never gathered memories from their bloodlines.
Even if the King of Sarkaz chose his sister, it does not mean that her brother...

Confessarius : Just as I've told you, Salus.
Power comes from blood. Blood inherits memory. Memory accumulates sin. Sin forms shackles. Only those unbound by history can truly unshackle power.

Salus : Alright, alright. May the glory of old return to the land under their majestic guidance.

Confessarius : No, Salus.
Succeed or fail, the Regent will make an impact on the Sarkaz. This is what is most frequently ignored.

Salus : By the way, the test subject you took... what's her name again? Lisa? Liz? How's she doing?

Shining : ...Liz is doing fine.

Salus : Is Oripathy taking its toll on her?
She is... unusual. Even if Dame Kal'tsit is at... at... at that medical institution you found, they may not be able to truly help her.
It's good that she's back in Londinium. Your lab's still here with everything. You can bring her back anytime.

Shining : ......

[... ]

Confessarius : Is the food not to your taste, my dear sister?

Salus : It's been such a long time since you've been home. Speak up.
If this is about Liz... I apologize. But you know Liz is not your average Infected.
Who's responsible for her suffering and consciousness? Who's responsible for her pain and memories? Can you continue to get along after she remembers all that?
She's not family. You have to–

Shining : –She's my family.

Salus : ...Oh...
But... but she's going to become an empty shell if you don't come back to us. Don't forget why she was built that way.
If you really care for her, I hope the end won't be too painful. Come back.
I'm sure you understand.

Shining : ......

[... ]

Confessarius : You understand. That's why you answered my invitation, isn't it?
From Originium to the truth of the King of Sarkaz. We've reached a clearer conclusion.
She's simply an old cage. We could build a new one, if we had to...

Shining : Enough.

Salus : –
Sigh.
I've never seen you really angry, even when you hurt your own colleagues and took the girl.
I guess I don't need to ask what you went through, all these years. What I can see is that...
You see outsiders as more important than family.

「Salus empties her cup, which contained only water.
There was no wine. She does not like drinking, especially at work.
Her shadow sways under the light. This was not supposed to be a work day. 」

Shining : You're not my family.
Haven't I made that clear enough?

Confessarius : You have.

<Background 2>

「Shining does not look at the untouched food, or the other two Confessarii by her side.
She simply stands up, holding her sword in her arms. 」

Shining : I've asked the men watching Liz to leave.
There's no need to send me any more invitations.
The next time we meet... I expect it'll be in battle.

Salus : "Asked them to leave."
Shining... you really think you're going to just leave like this?

Shining : There's nothing left for us to talk about.

Salus : What if I said I don't want you to leave?

Shining : You can't stop me.

Salus : I think I can make you stay and chat for a little longer.
No?

Shining : ......

「The leader of the Confessarii silently sips his wine.
Shining can feel Salus activate her Arts. She could leave by pulling her sword, but what would happen then?
Will that really help her save Liz? 」

Confessarius : Shining.

[Salus channeled her Arts to attack Shining, but the Confessarii leader stops her. ]

Salus : Leader! I wasn't really about to use force against Shining. Why did you stop me?

Confessarius : I've allowed you to act on your own.
I've allowed you to be absent from my side.
But do not interfere with the Regent's plans. Do not hinder the Sarkaz path to our long-awaited future.

Shining : ......

Confessarius : Shining, my sister.
No one can truly break free from her bloodline, no matter how much she might detest it, how much she might desire to break those shackles.
It is meaningless to try to deny the gift of blood.

Shining : ...I thought you already knew.
Not everything will go according to your plan...
Father.

<Background 3>

[Lt. Col. Lettou greets the Sanguinarch. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ...Your Highness.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : My, my, Lettou. Why such a frown on your face?
Is the wine not good enough for you? Or is the flavor of the food too light?
Good wine should be paired with the futile resistance of the weak against fate, and the arrogance of heroes who drown in prophecy.
Even I am amazed at how they write their own stories for their own entertainment. Unfortunately, our Victorian friends are too reliant on fiction.
We've seen better stuff, have we not, Lettou?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I just saw you feed a nobleman's wife and children to your troops.
I support the vetting of potential insurgents, but...
Er...
Ugh––!

His voice dies in his throat.
It is as though all the blood in his body has been forced to his esophagus. He falls to his knees and opens his mouth in desperation, but cannot find any air.
A blood mist comes over his vision. He sees the Vampire still sitting in his place, elegant and calm, not even bothering to look at him.

[Several Victorian soldiers show up to help Lt. Col. Lettou. ]

Victorian Soldier : Lt. Colonel!
Form up! Protect the commander!

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You'll fight me here?

Victorian Soldier : ......

Sanguinarch of Vampires : That's not what the taste of your blood tells me.
Fear... worry.
They're screaming for you to back off, to run away.

Victorian Soldier : ......

Victorian Soldier : ...Hold the line!

「The lips of the soldiers are as pale as their faces.
They hold their weapons with trembling hands–sabers, bows, what Victoria has made for them.
They are the finest soldiers, unafraid of the Streltsy of Ursus, the Arts of Leithanien, or the broadside guns of Columbia.
But they are afraid of the Sarkaz sitting before them. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Put down your weapons...
Stand... stand down...

Victorian Soldier : Lt. Colonel...

Lt. Colonel Lettou : This is an order...

Victorian Soldier : Yes... sir.

「The soldiers back off in an orderly manner.
It took all of Lettou's strength to give the order. He stops resisting and accepts the eternal darkness that the Sarkaz has prepared for him.
Then, he hears the silky voice again. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Lettou, Lettou.
I thought we were friends. Friends should trust each other, shouldn't they
I think I've been kind, overlooking those little extra-curricular activities of you and your men.
Deals under the table, black markets in the alleys... I've turned a blind eye to them because I don't think greed and desire should be punished.
But I expect the same trust in return.
Many Gaulish nobles keep fowlbeasts as pets, building jeweled cages for the adorable things, lying them down on soft and delicate cushions.
All the fowlbeasts need to do is squawk, and they'll be served the finest food.
When the fowlbeasts are in a bad mood and peck their masters, their masters eagerly tell people of the intelligence and personality of their fowlbeasts.
But do you think the fowlbeasts have tamed their masters?

「Air returns to Lettou's lungs.
It takes him some time to stand again, his limbs still trembling, but he does his best to keep that trembling out of his voice. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness.

<Background 4>

[Manfred observes the Kazdelian Sarkaz soldiers move through the avenue... ]

Manfred : ......

Sarkaz Warrior : March! March!
Stay in line!

[...as Hoederer joins him. ]

Hoederer : I heard you were looking for me.

Manfred : How are your injuries?

Hoederer : Same as ever. Won't interfere with the mission.

Manfred : Good.
I just got a message. Here.

Hoederer : Let me see.
Lost contact with the mercs sent to Highbury?

Manfred : They should have been in communication an hour ago.

Hoederer : ......

Manfred : The Military Commission is dissatisfied with the recent performance of the mercenaries.
Soldiers must pay attention to a greater battlefield. The Regent and I had... high hopes... for the mercenaries.

Hoederer : I'll find out what happened to them.

Manfred : No need. I've made arrangements.
There's a possibility that they ran into an old acquaintance of yours.
Who could be as concerned about the Sarkaz supply lines as we ourselves?
Let me guess, Dr. {nickname} and Ascalon...
Are they investigating the Highbury munitions factories, or are they already preparing to attack other hubs with information about the supply lines?

Hoederer : ......

Manfred : Tend to your injuries, mercenary.

[More Sarkaz warriors march in. ]

Manfred : You don't need any more "wounds" before I find your old friends, one by one.

<Background 5>

[Closure greets the Doctor. ]

Closure : Doctor! You're here!
Did you get the intel from the factory?

Doctor : Some potential depots. / Half of the puzzle.

Closure : Not bad. I was thinking what I would have to do to extract you and Feist if something went wrong.

Doctor : We had Ascalon. / ...... / We've got Ascalon to thank.

Ascalon : ......

Doctor : One more thing, Ascalon. / Can I ask you another favor, Ascalon?

Ascalon : ......

Doctor : Can you reach W? / W is in Highbury, right?

Ascalon : She operates on her own devices.

Doctor : That young Sarkaz mercenary... / The Sarkaz mercenary who wouldn't hurt the worker...
She may need help.

Ascalon : ...W will know.

Doctor : Closure, did you see... / Is it the appointed time?

??? : Doctor!

「You turn around at the voice.
You see a familiar sight coming towards you. 」

[Amiya runs toward the Doctor. ]

Amiya : We're here.

Doctor : Amiya.
Long time no see. / Good work.

Amiya : Yes... same here...
When you suggested that we split up a few days ago, I knew it was the right call, but...
At least we came back together alright. I'm so happy about that.

Doctor : What about your work, Closure? / Closure is key to tomorrow's operation.

Closure : Don't worry, I'm pretty well-prepared over here.
I don't know if the defenses share the same weaknesses across Londinium, but there must be common characteristics to the framework.
I've updated the drone's intrusion program based on intel from Misery and Horn, as well as the data taken from the artillery control room.
Get the drone close to the core of the Defense Force's command tower, and I can break into the system and access traffic records from the past ten days within thirty minutes.

Doctor : Can you do it in twenty? / The quicker, the better.

Amiya : Yeah... tomorrow will be a hard day.
We've been probing the responses of the Sarkaz army within Londinium in the last few days.
We expect Manfred and the Vampire to show up quickly. Ascalon, Logos and I will do our best to delay them.
However...

Doctor : The longer it takes, the more dangerous it is. / We can't give Theresis time to react.

Ascalon : The Sarkaz of the Royal Court could appear at any time.

Amiya : Yes, Doctor.
Dr. Kal'tsit is helping us delay the Nachzehrer and Lich, but there's only so much time she can buy.

Doctor : We can't handle multiple members of the Royal Court at once. / It could be very disadvantageous for us.
Watch the signal and be ready to pull out at a moment's notice.

Amiya : Understood.
Rhodes Island and the Self-Salvation Corps are ready.

<Background 6>

[Siege tells Allerdale, ]

Siege : Allerdale, the mercenaries are looking for you.

Allerdale : ......
Sorry, I was distracted. What did you say?

Siege : No, I'm the one who should apologize.
Maybe we could have saved Ailshie together, if I wasn't so anxious to leave.
I know she's important to you.

Allerdale : She's my only family.
House Cumberland is no more.
One woman does not make a family, eh?
Maybe it was something that should have happened a long time ago, delayed until today.

Siege : Don't say that, Allerdale.
That Vampire will be made to pay, I promise.

Allerdale : The steam armor was lost in the fire. Maybe that's for the better. That way, I won't have to see it anymore.
...Vina.
Can you take me to the Glasgow Gang? I can pretend nothing ever happened.
I carry nothing on my shoulders. I'll just be your brain trust.
Sorry... I forgot you had Morgan.
I'll just be a thug then.
We'll bomb the Sarkaz camp together. You light a fire, and I'll kick their commander's arse once there's smoke.

Siege : ......

Allerdale : I'm joking.

Siege : I know.

Allerdale : My path is long determined, Vina.

Siege : Why do you say that? You're still with us. The Glasgow Gang has more stories to write.

Allerdale : So...

Siege : The answer is yes.
I'll make sure you come back unharmed after kicking that commander's arse.
That's my promise.

Allerdale : I see... thanks.
Let's leave the jokes at that. I would begin to believe them if this went on.
Alright, I've got to go. Totter and the mercenaries are waiting for me. We need to double-check our route.
Get ready, Vina.
The Sighs of Kings is before us.

[Someone interrupts Allerdale and Siege... ]

??? : Would you have said yes, if she truly invited you to leave?

Siege : Clovisia?

[...as she reveals herself to be Clovisia. ]

Clovisia : The walls of Londinium are tall. Few are able to escape their shadow.
But you did. You escaped the palace, and escaped Londinium. Perhaps Allerdale envies you because of that.
She has forced herself to carry the Cumberland name for twenty years.
But you're different. You thought about leaving your name behind, didn't you?

Siege : ...I can't deny that.
But I'm here now, regardless of what I thought.
Victoria is on the brink right now, and I must fight for her.

Clovisia : ...Victoria.
Kings, nobles, merchants, soldiers, workers...
People often use the word "Victoria" to justify their actions, but it has done nothing to quell the endless conflict over the centuries.
Who defines what Victoria is? Is it the sixty nomadic cities and the land around them, the forty million people that live within, or the monarch who rules them?
Your Royal Highness Alexandrina Vina Victoria.
Why have you come back, when you say you came back for Victoria?

<Background 4>

[Golding stood on the streets. ]

Golding : The noble mansions have been burned to the ground. Wonder how many survivors there are...
The Sarkaz are planning something big, and the Defense Forces aren't trying to hide it anymore.
......
This street may never be the same again.

「Golding knows that the visit from the commander means her identity is no longer a secret.
She wanders the streets aimlessly, filled with a deep feeling of helplessness.
Perhaps it was always futile for humans to fight the tide.
Adams's bookstore is open, but the familiar warm, yellow light is absent. Golding has a bad feeling.
The bookstore is empty, but the smell of blood fills every corner, so thick it might as well have taken physical form.
Golding realizes that the ground is sticky.
Not just the ground. The counter, the cashier, the books on the shelves, and the teapot that Adams always has by his side.
Everything has been painted a shade of light red.
Blood. 」

Golding : –

「The nausea that has been bothering Golding for days explodes uncontrollably.
She runs out onto the streets and begins to vomit. 」

<Background fades out and in>

??? : Are you okay?

Golding : Ugh–*cough*
...Molly.

Molly : You don't look well. Here, take my shoulder.
We still have time, Lady Golding. Your part is not over yet.
You said that education was your strength, didn't you?

Golding : My strength...

Molly : Let's go back.
We've persevered for so long. We'll see this to the end.

<Background 7>

Feist : I'm counting on you.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Don't worry, we'll get our new friends to the base safely.

Catherine : You're not coming with us?

Feist : I have another mission.
Your grandson is a pretty big deal in the Corps, after all.

Catherine : Real big deals don't usually boast about it.

[Feist gives his badge to Catherine. ]

Feist : Oh, and I have to return this, Granny.

Catherine : Your badge.

Feist : I'm not a worker anymore. I shouldn't be wearing this outside.

Catherine : ......

Feist : Being smart isn't enough to fool death. Those who are gone will never come back, and the wounds left behind do not necessarily fade with time.
But I don't want to spend night after night in regret, staring at machines with no one to use them.
Because...
I will go into each and every night.
I will carry the torch left behind by those who are gone and keep walking.
Until the cold is driven out, and the path ahead is no longer dark. And even then, I'll keep walking.
Not for some ethereal hope, not because I'm still waiting for someone to make a stand for us.
You said it, that we built Londinium with our own hands.
Even if the city is reduced to rubble tomorrow, we'll start rebuilding it the day after.

「Feist says all that in one breath.
His words are met with silence, but he finds that the silence no longer makes him anxious.
A thought comes mind as he gazes upon his grandmother, standing by the production line.
When did her hair turn so white? 」

Catherine : Huff...
Go, if your mind's made up.

Feist : Let me see.
Bye, Granny.

[Feist walks away. ]

Catherine : ......
Feist!

「Feist glimpses a small card flying towards him from the corner of his eye.
It is the badge that he just returned.
He smiles. 」

Feist : I'll be back, Granny.
With victory.
I know you'll be proud of me, so there's no need to say it.
What I really want you to know is...
I'll be proud of this factory, no matter where I go in the future.
And... you too.
Also, I've thought about the question you asked.
The things that disappointed you so much, the betrayal, the suspicions, people who just can't work together... I know we'll have to face them again.
But if knowing that means we have to abandon our trust in others... then we won't survive this war.
We have to face it sooner or later, win or lose.

Catherine : ......

Feist : One more thing.
I've never seen inside the suit of a Steam Knight, but I'll always remember the silhouette hammering away by the production line.
You've always been my hero, and you always will be.
Hehe...
Bye, for real, before this gets too awkward.

<Background 7>

「Bang. Clang. Bang.
The production line keeps running, as though nothing has ever changed. 」

...Brat.

「Feist hears a familiar sigh from deep inside the factory.
He waves without looking back, and walks into the sunlight outside. 」

Operation story: 11-11

Before operation

Summary

To obtain information on Sarkaz supply lines, Rhodes Island and the Self-Salvation Corps launch an attack on the Defense Force's command tower.

<Background black>

「9:37 A.M. \ Overcast
Near the City Defense Force Main Command Tower, Auchterigg District of Londinium 」

Amiya : All Rhodes Island Spec Ops Team Amiya hands, as per our plan, we will work with the Self-Salvation Corps and launch an ambush on the Londinium Defense Force's command tower.
We have only one objective: obtain the message logs from the defense system about the Sarkaz supply line.
These messages will determine the success or failure of our entire Londinium operation.
And that's... even if we most likely can no longer stop Theresis from declaring war on the dukes.
But if we get our hands on this information, we'll have a chance to slow the pace of the war and reduce the sacrifices that come with it to a minimum.
We may have come well-prepared, but we need to expect the unexpected.
All of us know in our hearts that, in the coming war, each battle will be more difficult than the last.
But we came all this way for the same, unshakable goal.
It's time to keep going.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Doctor...

Doctor : Amiya, we have another emergency on our hands. / Another Sarkaz King might appear on the battlefield.

Amiya : ........
Doctor, I know you're worried about me.
I can't say for sure that I'm ready... but ever since we left Sudean, I've been thinking what it will be like to see her again.
If she stands opposite us, I want to know why. I want to feel... everything that she feels.
But just as I told the operators, I will never forget why we came here in the first place.
I understand very well that the future of the Sarkaz and the whole world that Theresa hoped for is slipping further and further away.
It's exactly the future that I, Dr. Kal'tsit, and all the operators who came to Londinium with us hope for.
For that, we are prepared to face anything, and we will fight each battle like it is our last.

Doctor : Let's move, then.

Amiya : Right, Doctor. Let's go.

<Background 2>

[Lt. Col. Lettou is talking with a Victorian soldier. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : The Sarkaz army has been quick to mobilize lately.

Victorian Soldier : Yes, Lt. Colonel.
Everyone has been saying... saying...

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Saying what?

Victorian Soldier : They've been saying that the Sarkaz are going to strike the dukes' forces soon. When that happens, they will throw us onto the battlefield as their cannon fodder.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......

Victorian Soldier : My apologies, Lt. Colonel. I've spoken out of turn.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : No, I don't blame you.

Victorian Soldier : We all trust you, sir. We all know how difficult it is to negotiate with the Sarkaz... but you've done it.
All these years, it was you who kept us safe.
Even the time the Duke of Stafford revolted. If it wasn't for how accurate your judgment was, I would've been killed long ago by the rebels' cannonfire!
You saved us time and again, and you protected this city from all sorts of conspiracies.
As long as you're behind the decision, not one of us will question it.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ...I know that.
It's precisely because I know that...

[Lt. Col. Lettou noticed a commotion in the streets. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : What's that sound in the streets down there?

Victorian Soldier : It's the cargo track... They must be transporting construction material for the Sarkaz.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......
On guard!

<Background 3>

[A soldier checks on the track... ]

Victorian Soldier : What's going on?

[...as a mercenary comes out. ]

Victorian Mercenary : –Good morning.

Victorian Soldier : Wait, where did all these men come from?

Victorian Mercenary : Save your breath, unless you are willing to cough up the coin.

Victorian Soldier : Mercenaries... Who sent you? Which duke?

[Rockrock reveals herself. ]

Rockrock : We don't know any dukes, and they certainly wouldn't know us.

Victorian Soldier : Are... Are you the rebels?

Rockrock : We're the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps.

Victorian Soldier : Self-... Salvation Corps...

Rockrock : You know what this is about.
You should've been the ones fighting the Sarkaz, but you chose to raise the white flag. That left us no choice but to rise up ourselves.

[Rockrock channels her Arts against the soldiers. ]

Victorian Soldier : Hold your ground! Don't let them into the tower!

Clovisia : Soldier.
You're Victorian, aren't you?

Victorian Soldier : ...I am.

Clovisia : Twenty thousand Defense Forces men are stationed across the city.
Aside from those who were killed or captured, every last one of them is bound to the land they stand on by the same order, becoming an accessory to Sarkaz crimes.
There is no way you are not aware that the Sarkaz will soon be launching a war on all of Victoria.
When that time comes, will you still stand with the Sarkaz against your own friends and family?

Victorian Soldier : ......

Clovisia : Perhaps all you want is to survive. But you are not Sarkaz. You will never truly earn their trust. Once the war begins in earnest, they could abandon you at any moment.

Victorian Soldier : ......

Clovisia : I can see your hesitation. In the end, you are only footmen. It is the man who gives your orders, not you, who we must confront.
So, stand aside.

Victorian Soldier : ......
Do not give ground. Not one of you! We will hold the line here!
We are soldiers. We trust our commander.
We must follow our orders.

[A battle between Eartha and the Victorian collaborators is inevitable. ]

<Background 2>

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......

Victorian Soldier : Lt. Colonel! The enemy is attacking the defensive line!
No idea where or how they came, all of a sudden. Even if they snuck along the cargo track and managed to slip past the Sarkaz checkpoints on the surface, there's no way they could've gotten through the tower's surveillance system.
Unless someone hacked the system and took down all the sentinels within a very short period of time...
But... That's impossible!
I... er!

[The soldier collapses, revealing a Sarkaz behind him. ]

??? : Nothing is impossible.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......

「A shadow flies toward him.
He can smell the scent of death. Unlike the sense of viscous suffocation he felt before the Sanguinarch of Vampires, he knows he will die a quick and relatively painless death.
Which is why he chose not to pointlessly attempt a dodge. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Nngh–!

??? : Out of my way!

[Another Sarkaz intercepts the attack directed at Lt. Col. Lettou, who is revealed to be Manfred. ]

Manfred : ...Rhodes Island.
So you've come after all.
Ascalon... How long has it been?

[Manfred engages the Sarkaz attacker, who is revealed to be Ascalon. ]

Manfred : Nine days ago, when you barged into Westhaleg, were you also prepared to brandish the weapon the General bestowed upon you directly at him, as you are doing now?

Ascalon : Yes.
And, unlike you...

[Ascalon draws a dagger. ]

Ascalon : I will not hesitate.

Operation story: 11-12

After operation

Summary

In the underground passage leading to the Mausoleum of Kings, certain memories find their way to Siege.

<Background 1>

[Siege walks toward a wall. ]

Siege : We're here. This path... connects the palace and the ducal manor.
(Whispers) ...Golden mane.

Totter : What did you just say, Vina?

Siege : No, it's nothing. It's been a long time since I saw them.

Allerdale : Not long ago, we left this place. Today, we walk these ancient bricks again. This path has likely never been trodden this frequently.
It was only meant for emergencies.

Totter : Too bad. Be it the ducal manor or the palace, it has never really served anyone in their time of need.

Dagda : Mercenary, if you don't want to buy everyone here a drink, you'd better not joke about that.

Totter : Right then.

Siege : Allerdale, you said I once came back through this passage with the Sighs of Kings...
I really don't remember that.
This has me very restless. It's as though I am purposefully avoiding a great responsibility.

Allerdale : Vina, it's okay. You were too young then.
Anyone who tried to force any kind of responsibility onto a child that had only just learnt to speak would have to be extraordinarily selfish. No mistake about it.
Apologies. I might have insulted someone close to you.

Siege : Hm, actually, I rather agree with what you said.
But now, we've come back nonetheless.
"Responsibility"? "Miracles"? I have no idea what they expected of me, nor do I really care.
But I stand here today, and I have something I must accomplish.
I shan't take on any titles because of it. I'm doing this... so that the people will know peace again.

Allerdale : Hah... We are approaching our objective, then.
Sirs, please tear down the brick wall blocking the path up ahead. Be quiet. Don't let them find us.
We need to go down from here...

Siege : Right, I...

As I walk through the darkness, I hear footsteps from behind me.
Golden mane...

Allerdale : What's the matter, Vina?

Siege : ......
Never mind. Let's keep going.

<Background 2>

[Totter checks the rear. ]

Totter : No one on our tail.

Victorian Mercenary : The Sarkaz couldn't have figured we would go down.
They must be throwing quite the party above us.

Siege : It's possible that our allies are sacrificing their lives in this intense battle.
I was actually apprehensive when Allerdale proposed this plan.
I should be standing with the Corps fighters... and the Rhodes Islanders.

Allerdale : The Doctor's plan is meant to ensure our operation remains undetected.
No matter what happens aboveground, we must get our hands on the Sighs of Kings.
It is the key to foiling the Sarkaz's plans and can even turn the tide of the war.

Morgan : This sword... I've only heard of it in the stories.

Allerdale : It was the sword of the Aslan forefathers.
As the legend goes, it was forged for the Aslans by the fairy of the grasslands. A pasha of yore once beheaded the Poltergeist King with it.
Then, the Aslans came to Victoria to rule, and it became the symbol of their reign.
According to some historical records, in the days before the nomadic cities came to be, the kings once cleaved Catastrophes with it.
For centuries, there was not a single storm to threaten Londinium.
The masses believed that as long as the Sighs of Kings remains, Londinium would overcome all her foes forever, be they powerful poltergeists or terrifying Catastrophes.

Siege : ......

Morgan : You can't really believe...

Dagda : I do.

Indra : I... I believe in Vina.

Morgan : It's like you're trying to change the subject. Of course I believe in Vina too, but you can tell right away it's just a fairy tale. That's not real...

Allerdale : That is in fact not a fabrication to legitimize the Aslans' reign. It really can cleave Catastrophes.
If The Shard, with its ability to pull in storms, is Victoria's spear against the outside world, then the Sighs of Kings, capable of rending Catastrophes asunder, is its strongest shield.
The spear is known far and wide, yet the shield exists almost only in legend.
But if we are able to wield this power, we will almost certainly be able to stop the Sarkaz's ambitions.

Siege : Allerdale, you're very familiar with our Realmblade.

Allerdale : I... I'm only fulfilling my responsibilities as a member of House Cumberland.

Siege : Have you seen the blade with your own eyes?

Allerdale : ......
Yes, but only once.
What I saw... was something that could only happen in a dream.

Dagda : What did the blade look like?

Allerdale : It... It was beautiful.
It has the power to liven one's heart. The moment you lay your eyes upon it, you'll believe from the pit of your soul that you can triumph over anything.

Morgan : A bit over the top, innit?

Indra : Legends... Legends...
Maybe that's about the Sarkaz? Is that sword especially good at cutting Sarkaz?

Morgan : Is cutting all you think about?
If Vina had beaten that Sanguinarch bloody with her hammer the other day, it'd have a story like that in two hundred years.

Allerdale : Haha, that just might happen.
Then Rhodes Island will become the fairy that bestowed the hammer.

Dagda : Closure'll probably be happy about that.

Morgan : "The Ark of God in the barrenlands! The return of the king!"

Indra : How's that a story? It's all real!
In twenty years, the story of the "Great King Vina, leading the Londiniers to chase out the King of Sarkaz" is bound to become a favorite story of all the kids that run around in front of our houses!

Morgan : Then I've got to spend some time thinking how to better tell Vina's story... Hm...

Siege : This isn't my story.
The bold, fearless Hannah "Indra" Jackson, the witty Kate Morrigan, and the loyal, tenacious Isabelle Montague.
Also... the noble, upright Allerdale Cumberland.
This is your story.

Allerdale : Hah.

Siege : Let's keep going.
The story isn't going to write itself.

[Siege and co. continues onward. ]

「Kyngasycath, the Sighs of Kings.
In her heart, Siege thinks to herself that she must have seen it before.
They are only vague fragments of memories and unclear voices. 」

<Flashback starts here>

Impassioned Voice : My daughter, come. Take this sword.
Is it calling to you?
Feel it.
Feel this voice...
Feel Victoria.

<Background 3>

「The palace is burning.
She wants to climb up and see what kind of show they are putting on outside. Things are always very lively on the king's birthday.
But all she sees is fire. The fire rages. There are also many men in uniform, either fleeing in all directions away from the flames or lying lifelessly on the ground.
The earth trembles. She's suddenly worried about the glass fowlbeast by her bed. It's a gift that she has just received. Lately, she hasn't been able to sleep without hugging that delicate little trinket. 」

[A Victorian officer sees the young Alexandrina. ]

Victorian Officer : Her Royal Highness Alexandrina!
Don't go back! It's dangerous! Thank goodness you ran outside! You're their only objective, aside from His Majesty...
His Majesty... His Majesty has...

[The officer pauses for a moment, before... ]

Victorian Officer : No, you needn't know this.
He left us with one final order. To get you away.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Allerdale : Vina, what's wrong? You've been rather out of it since we came underground.

Siege : I... I remembered something. Something that I thought I'd forgotten long ago.

Allerdale : The kind that hurts to remember, or the kind that brings you joy?

Siege : It's just... a voice.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

[The Victorian officer escorts Alexandrina through the tube... ]

Victorian Officer : Your Highness... you must walk the rest of the way on your own.
You were here not too long ago. You remember, don't you?

[...as rebel soldiers are closing in on them. ]

Victorian Officer : They're coming for us.
No matter what happens, you must keep running down this passage.
Do not turn back.

[The officer makes a stand against the rebels as Alexandrina runs away. ]

<Background black>

She listens to the officer and keeps running.
The path ahead is pitch-black, but she is more afraid of the star-like glow chasing her from behind.
She runs and runs for a long, long time. She's forgotten where she started and where she is going. She's almost cried all the tears she has, and the path before her is so long that she can't see its end.
She runs and runs, and a huge, golden mane appears beneath her.
She holds tight to the warm, golden color, and it feels as though she too has become a wild beast dashing on all fours.
At last, she no longer fears the nightmare that chases her. She cries for the things she has lost no more. Instead, she dashes forward freely in the darkness.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 4>

「The phantoms have disappeared, and the memories recede like the tide.
She finds herself standing in the middle of a long path.
At the end of the path is a door. The door divides life and death, and whether it leads from life to death or from death to life, it opens only to the King of Victoria. 」

Siege : We're here.

Operation story: 11-14

Before operation

Summary

At the top of the command tower, Amiya, Logos, and Ascalon battle the Sanguinarch and Manfred to a stalemate.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

「Four Years Ago... 」

[Theresis talks with Lt. Col. Lettou. ]

Theresis : Time goes by fast for your race and your country, compared to the Sarkaz.
Not long after the titan that was Gaul collapsed, Victoria and Leithanien feasted on its remnants as quickly and ferociously as they could. It has only been a few dozen years, and the Gallic Era has long since come and gone.
You never witnessed Corsica I's battleships and cannons. You have never knew Lingones's prosperity and pride. The lands of your father's generation have been integrated into the territories of Victoria's most provincial nobles.
The uniform you wear is that of a high-ranking Victorian officer. The medals you wear are all Victorian.
You speak the most standard Victorian as the Londinier nobility do, without even the slightest hint of Gaulish accent.
When you walk before me and claim you want to negotiate with the Sarkaz, what gives you the right to call yourself Gaulish?

[Lt. Col. Lettou responds, ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Your Highness, Gaul has not a single city left.
The man who stands before you is not a Gaulish man, but a Gaulish survivor.
Some of us live in Victoria, some in Columbia, and some in Leithanien. We did not choose this exile. We've long been without a place to call home.

Theresis : You wish to rebuild Gaul?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......
Yes, just as you and other Sarkaz wish to rebuild Kazdel.

Theresis : Two centuries ago, the Gaulish Empire's artillery battalion also surrounded the walls of Kazdel.
And now you will speak of yourself in the same breath as the Sarkaz?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Victoria was in that war against Kazdel, too. And from what I heard, the reason you and the Military Commission were able to enter Londinium was precisely because of an invitation from Duke Cavendish.

Theresis : Then I'm certain you've heard what has become of him.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Ten days ago, Duke Stafford stirred up an uprising in Londinium, and Duke Cavendish stepped forward to put a stop to his scheme.
The Londinium Defense Forces joined the battle as well. Too bad. Neither Duke Stafford nor Duke Cavendish survived the other's cannonfire.
I'm sure you know this better than me. The other dukes are all paying keen attention to Londinium's situation right now. No matter what you are planning to do within the city, you will need a new helping hand.

Theresis : This is how you will work with the Sarkaz.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Correct. As you can see, the Gaulish remnant will fully support all of the Kazdel Military Commission's activities in Londinium.
In exchange, we only ask that you return the few Gaulish cities to Gaulish rule in Victoria's forthcoming chaos.

Theresis : What good is my promise? A nation's destruction has nothing to do with the number of cities it has.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I understand that, Your Highness.
But... We can't afford to wait for a more opportune time than this.

[Lettou pauses for a moment before continuing. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I know a Youth Vanguard. He once served directly under the Gaulish Emperor's Guards.
When I met him, he was already sixty-something. However, the Guards had long disappeared during the Battle of the Four Emperors. He never got the chance to become a Vieux Vanguard.
He told me about the spirited emperor, their indomitable fleet, and the troops' idle conversations during mobilization. Over the decades, he has always insisted on telling his stories in Gaulish.
Now, he lies in a small sanatorium in the Chep Borough of Londinium. I paid him a visit not too long ago, and he has already forgotten how to speak.
Even so, whenever he sees Gaulish imperial-style architecture on the telly, his muddy eyes regain their former vigor without fail, and he lifts his spasming hands to clap.
He will be gone in no more than five years.
The last generation of Gaulishmen who have truly seen Gaul with their own eyes is dying.
Your Majesty, you are right. Compared to the Sarkaz, our lives are insignificant. Our memories... cannot be passed on through our blood.
When the final witnesses pass away, our memories of Gaul will disperse with the wind like the empire. When that moment comes, Gaul will truly be lost.
All we can do is to grasp at the ashes as best we can.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

[The Victorian collaborators hold their ground against the Eartha partisans. ]

Victorian Soldier : Ballistae! Fire!

[A collaborator ballista is fired at the Eartha partisans. ]

Victorian Soldier : Hold the sealing layer! Do not let them any closer!

Rockrock : These Defense Forces men... A tad bit stubborn, aren't they?

Clovisia : Because their leader is still up there.
These soldiers... really respect their commander.

[An Eartha partisan runs toward Clovisia. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Commander, the Sarkaz are here! The Rhodes Island Operators are engaged in battle with them!

Clovisia : Back them up. We need to draw the enemy's attention on this facade of a battlefield to the best of our ability. To buy the Doctor time.

<Background 3>

[Amidst the fight between Ascalon and Manfred... ]

Manfred : My guess is the mercenaries at Highbury died by your hands.
War is imminent. Both you and I know it in our hearts.

Ascalon : ......

Manfred : Ascalon, you were born and raised in Kazdel. The General plucked you from a corpse pile, the Regent taught you to use a weapon, to defend yourself and your homeland.
But now, at this moment when all Sarkaz must stand together, what are you and those Sarkaz at Rhodes Island doing?
Are you going to give our information to the Victorians? To... a group of outbloods that once trampled upon Kazdel?

[Ascalon attacks Manfred, who guarded them. ]

Manfred : You betrayed the promise you once made. You betrayed Kazdel.

Ascalon : Kazdel is several thousand kilometers from here.

Manfred : During the civil war, you chose to become Babel's assassin. I couldn't stop you, nor did I have reason to.
After all, you were serving Her Majesty Theresa, the sole King of Sarkaz.
But what do you serve now...? A phantom of the past?
The civil war ended long ago, and now even Her Majesty Theresa has returned to our side...

[Manfred strikes Ascalon, who dodged it. ]

Ascalon : Four years ago... You were the ones who killed her.
And now you will sully her death so dishonorably.

[Ascalon channels her Arts and charges at Manfred... ]

Ascalon : Who's the real traitor?

[...and unleashes an attack which pierces his defenses. ]

Manfred : –Urgh!

「Ascalon's attack cuts through his Arts.
The two of them have been different since they were small.
He learned much from the General. Swordsmanship, military theory, and how to play political games. Yet Ascalon remains as pure as the weapon in her hand.
On the battlefield, she cannot be swayed by any words. Her eyes always focus on her highest priority target. 」

Manfred : Lettou...!

[The sound of blood dripping is heard. ]

Ascalon : ......
This blood...

Lt. Colonel Lettou : –!

「A thick, viscous, blood-red color rapidly seeps out of the ground. It turns into a barrier harder than a wall, dividing Lettou and Ascalon. 」

<Background 2>

Closure : Doctor, the drones have detected another squad of Sarkaz fighters closing in on our position!
No, not just Sarkaz fighters... That surging red...

Doctor : Here comes the Vampire.
Have the Corps and our operators keep their distance. / Let Amiya and Logos know.

Closure : Okay, Doctor.
It's pretty much going exactly the way you said it would. He's heading straight for the top of the command tower!
The vampire's twisted stubbornness is really giving away his movements... I won't be affected by that, will I?

Doctor : How are we doing with the drones? / We gotta pick up the pace.

Closure : Good news. This command tower is very close to the city walls. I've already located the best route to the control area.
The modern communication methods that the Defense Forces are using are much easier to take advantage of than all that witchcraft the Sarkaz use. I went and disguised my drones' identification codes. None of our long distance signals will be jammed, guaranteed.
Though... drones are very fragile. If they get attacked, that's gonna be all our hard work down the drain.
I just hope that Amiya can stall those guys who really know how put up a good fight up there...

<Background 3>

[The Sanguinarch joins the battle between Ascalon and Manfred. ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ......
You're weak and foolish, Liberi.
You know a Sarkaz can easily end your life, and you choose not to run?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I am the commander...
This is my tower.
My men... They're all still here.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Perhaps I should consider cleaning them up first, then.

[Suddenly the Sanguinarch is struck by black Arts attacks. ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hm? These Arts.... This scent...

[The Sanguinarch realizes that... ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Ah... I see, the foolish pretender is here.
This is our first proper meeting, "King of Sarkaz."

[...Amiya was the one who attacked him as she reveals herself. ]

Amiya : I've met you plenty of times before, Vampire.
Countless Self-Salvation Corps fighters sacrificed themselves because of you. I remember all their names, and their lives won't carry any less weight than they deserve just because you look down on them.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : So, what do you intend to do, King?
Will you use that... pitch-black axe of yours to end me?

Amiya : ........
Caster team, sniper team, join me and tear down his blood defense! No time to lose. Seize the target!

[Assisted by R.I. operators, Amiya attacks the Sanguinarch... ]

「All at once, black lines and bolts dart into the thick, blood-colored layer.
Nothing has changed. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You disappoint me.
Cautus, you assume the stance of a warrior, yet you deny the necessity of killing in politics. You are even weaker than Theresa.
Theresa was a ridiculous one... She tried to have the Sarkaz bow down to our invaders, namely Victoria.
And the most foolish of her actions was undoubtedly her decision to make you her successor.

Amiya : Focus fire!

[Amiya and the R.I. operators continue attacking the Sanguinarch to little effect. ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : What a pointless struggle...

[As the Sanguinarch retaliates toward Amiya, a snap is heard... ]

??? : Disperse.

[...which surprises him. ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hm?

「Right before the tide of blood reaches Amiya, it's suddenly sliced apart in one clean cut. 」

??? : –

Sanguinarch of Vampires : I see.
In addition to the assassin who was your vanguard, you brought another servant with you.

[The one who countered the Sanguinarch's Arts is revealed to be none other than Logos, the Banshee elite guard of R.I. and one of their finest operatives who saved Mudrock and her warriors before. ]

Logos : I am Amiya's employee, not her servant.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Banshee.
Are you perhaps afraid?
You think... by hiding in that shell called Rhodes Island, you can refute your relationship with this counterfeit, and escape Kazdel's judgment on its traitors?

Logos : Your words are always riddled with falsehoods, Vampire.
Although only for the time being, I took off my Rhodes Island elite operator uniform the moment we decided to come to Londinium.
I'm the Lord of the Banshees.
Wheresoever I speak, there lies the Elegiac Court.

「The young Banshee raises his hand.
On his dark-colored robe, his incantations quiver softly like the first drop of dew dripping down under morning sun. 」

Logos : It is not the crown that I follow.
It is precisely Her Majesty Theresa's ideals that have driven me this far. You took her life and desecrated it, but you can't extinguish the flame that she lit before our eyes.
How can someone who has seen daybreak return to an eternal night?

After operation

Summary

Siege opens the door to the Mausoleum of Kings, and a millennium of Victorian history surges toward her.

<Background 4>

[Allerdale gazes at the mausoleum's hall. ]

Allerdale : So this is...

「The giant door lies solemnly in the underground area. There is not a sound to be heard aside from the breathing of those who have made their way here.
Of course, death is silent. Not even the most glorious reign can change that fact. 」

Siege : The Mausoleum of Kings... Just as its name suggests... this is the resting place of all Victoria's kings.
Do you hear something?

Dagda : Nothing besides our breathing.

Siege : ......

「There is no mistaking that there is some kind of sound echoing throughout this space.
Is it a murmur she hears, having woken up from her dream, or is it a groan she owes to her fatigue?
They are staring at her.
Victoria is staring at her.
The moment she comes to realize this, a sense of agitation immediately follows.
What do they expect? What kind of future are they envisioning for her?
She grew tired of these days on the run long ago.
And it has been a very long time since she last heeded the call of that golden creature. 」

Golden mane...

Siege : Come. We need to finish this mission as fast as we can.
Rhodes Island and the Corps will need our help.

Totter : –
Stop!
What's this... on the ground...?

Indra : It's too dark here... I thought this was some of that upper crust posh decor.
This is blood.

Totter : Signs of a fight here.
An utterly tragic battle... No, this place is a mire soaked in death.

「A meandering trail of blood can be found having slithering down the pathway and past the gap beneath the door. Or perhaps it crept its way out the large door.
The trail of blood has long since dried, leaving the shattered bricks on the ground covered in its twisted, dark crimson stains.
Likewise, there are tattered bolt heads, sword fragments, and craters left behind by Arts explosions, all submerged under the bed of dried blood.
There are also marks more massive in scale, such as the numerous scars on the door, each one by itself more than enough to tear the silence of this place asunder.
Although there are no bodies to be seen, everyone who seen war before can easily work out what transpired here.
Two groups, both prepared to fight to the death, battled each other. Evidently, they got their wish. 」

Totter : Judging from the color of the blood, this must be at least several years old.

Allerdale : Several years... You don't mean...

Dagda : The Sarkaz.
Sarkaz died here.
I recognize their weapons. They're... the same ones the Sarkaz warriors who attacked the Knights of the Tower used all those years ago.

Totter : They're different from what the Sarkaz outside are using.

Dagda : Completely different.

Dagda : The blades that the Sarkaz use now are all made in the munitions factories in Highbury, and they're very similar to the standard weapons used by the Victorian Army.
They're not as crude, and nowhere near as... barbaric.
I still remember... the sounds of their rusted blades cutting through my fellow knights. They were heavy, and they'd shatter bone before crushing armor.

Morgan : Dagda, are you alright?

Dagda : I'm fine.
If the sight of these battle scars was enough to stop me in my tracks, I probably wouldn't have been able to manage a single peaceful night since my escape from Londinium.

[Allerdale tells Siege, ]

Allerdale : Vina... The situation's not quite what we expected.

Siege : ......

「The sound hurts her head.
They are urging her. They are speaking. 」

Siege : The Sighs of Kings is still inside.

<Background fades out and in>

Siege : Who fought the Sarkaz?

Totter : There's no way to tell.

Siege : The other side left no traces?

Totter : If they did, it's likely I haven't seen them before.

Siege : Mr. Totter. How long has it been since you became a mercenary?

Totter : It'll be my fourteenth anniversary next month.

Siege : You must've seen weapons from most countries out there.

Totter : Certainly, but not every country out there.
I'm just your garden variety merc. I haven't seen the weapons of any particularly elite forces.
If I had, I wouldn't be alive right now.

Siege : ......
Morgan, Indra. Head back outside the path and stay alert.

Morgan : Secure our evac route, just like before, right?

Indra : I hope I don't miss out on anything good.

[Morgan and Indra heads back to secure the entrance to the mausoleum. ]

Dagda : Siege, we can't act rashly now...

Siege : Do you hear the battle above us, Dagda?

Dagda : No.

Siege : I do. This trembling... I can imagine it.
I can't go back empty-handed.
If the sword will stop all of this, or even just ease all the sacrifice and slaughter...
Then I shall do it.
I do not see this as a responsibility. It's just... a tiny act on my part.
It's nothing different from knocking out the front teeth of those thugs who come looking for trouble.

Allerdale : Vina...

Siege : Allerdale, you said it yourself. Having taken this step, we can't turn back now.

<Background 5>

[While guarding the entrance... ]

Morgan : You look pretty cheesed.

Indra : Hmph, this was my chance to fight right beneath the palace!

Morgan : I just hope they don't actually run into anything that calls for a fight.

Indra : Eh, you should know what a big sacrifice I'm making for you. If someone whacks you in one go, you've got to have a friend to yell for the others, right?

Morgan : Haha, my silly Hannah.
......
Do you remember how Vina looked when we first met her?

Indra : How could I forget?
She was real cocky.

「Morgan 」

Indra : She said it was her teacher.
And I thought she had some brawler from Norport for a teacher.
Then we found out about who she was, and it all made sense. Probably a knight with muscles for brains.
Seriously, though, aren't princes and princesses all meant to wear frilly clothes and have trouble running? What kind of teacher would have her fighting like she's facing a wild beast?

Morgan : Haha, when she first told us who she was, I thought she was having a laugh.

Indra : Vina wouldn't kid about something where life and death is concerned.

Morgan : I thought it was a new gang looking for trouble with Glasgow.
But it turns out it was an operation to assassinate the heir to the throne? Hah.

Indra : They were pretty tough, though.

Morgan : I thought it'd be a lot more fun to follow a crown princess on an adventure than living the thug life. Besides, this princess has got a special place in my heart.
Before I knew it, we were following Vina out of Londinium, wandering the world with her, and making it back here.
Now... If the heroes in the legends had a choice, they'd rather lie down on the sofa and gulp down a cold beer, wouldn't you agree?

Indra : Having second thoughts?

Morgan : Of course not. We've come this far already.
I started on my memoirs already, and I'm going to make a huge with the book! It's called The Legendary Vina and Her Legendary Mates. All I need now is a publisher.

Indra : With your sorry vocabulary? Forget it!

Morgan : Vina said it was cool!
......
This reminds me... of that pub that we smashed the sign of.

Indra : That was the first battle we won with Vina leading us!

Morgan : That night, we drank all the booze in their cellar. In the end, Baird carried us back to the lorry, one by one, and drove us home before the police got there.

Indra : Are you bloody daft? I was the one who carried you on my back. Baird was so off her trolley, she tried to steer the loo! And you wanted her to drive?!

Morgan : Haha.
All I'm thinking is... No matter where we are, we can still come together and make a name for ourselves, right? Even if it's just taking over a pub from the other gangs.
Say, Hannah...
We've been back for days already. Why hasn't Vina so much as suggested paying Glasgow a visit?

<Background 4>

[Siege pulls out a relic. ]

Siege : The key.
Before we left, the Doctor gave me this key.
The Doctor told me that Dr. Kal'tsit negotiated for this... Only this can open the door that leads to the Mausoleum of Kings.
I know this key once belonged to a Draco.
......
...Allerdale.
Do you know... where the other key is?

「The other key.
The key that belonged to the Aslan royal family. It, too, can open this door, and it should have been passed to her by her father, but she has never seen the key herself. 」

Allerdale : Why ask me that, all of a sudden?

Siege : I just remembered... another legend about the Sighs of Kings.

"With the sword in his hand, the Aslan padishah tried to conquer the last swath of foreign land."
"The Draco king's fire Arts flew straight toward him. His armor burned away in the flames, disappearing in purplish drops. However, his sword was far harder than his armor."
"The moment it pierced the Draco king's body, only half of the Aslan padishah's sword remained."
"And so, the Draco king lived, and the Aslan padishah lost his right hand."
"After the Draco and the Aslan signed their treaty, the sword was reforged, and it has since become the symbol of Victoria's centuries-long glory."

Siege : My ancestors... once nearly killed a Draco king.
And now I hold the key of the Red Dragon's descendants...
...to open the door to the Mausoleum of Kings.

Allerdale : Here, it doesn't matter whether one is Draco or Aslan–

Allerdale : One is only Victoria.

<Background black>

「The door opens.
It is much easier than she imagined. It's so simple, as though everything was already in place, awaiting only this tiny push from her. 」

「The Mausoleum of Kings–
A millennium of Victorian history surges toward her, the Aslan who left, only to return. 」

Operation story: 11-15

Before operation

Summary

At both the pinnacle and base of the command tower, Rhodes Island and the Self-Salvation Corps engage the Sarkaz in a fierce battle, not expecting the Nachzehrer's quick return.

<Background 1>

[While the Kazdelian Sarkaz warriors and the Victorian collaborators engage the Eartha partisans... ]

Sarkaz Warrior : These filthy rebels! They've been at this since Sudean!
Bring out that massive metal thing of yours!

Victorian Soldier : You mean the self-propelled cannon? Sarkaz, there's still lots of our men up ahead!

Sarkaz Warrior : Send them a signal.

Victorian Soldier : Ever heard of danger close? You know how wide its attack range is? They won't get away in time!

Sarkaz Warrior : That's their problem. Our warriors know how to survive on the battlefield.

[A self-propelled cannon barrages the Eartha partisans. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Closure : Over there–A movable mechanical Originium cannon!

[The cannon barrage causes strong explosions all around. ]

Closure : What... What the hell is this? That's no normal artillery shell!
Did Kazdel have some kind of advanced research institute I never heard of?
And in such a short time too... How did Manfred manage this?

Doctor : Have you found the control area with your drones yet? / Focus.

Closure : Control area... Control area... Crap, Doctor. These artillery shells've got Arts that jam my drones.
Like I said, Londinium's system is easy to crack, but Sarkaz witchcraft is tough!

??? : Doctor, we'll take it from here.

Closure : Whoa, Feist!

Feist : Everything's set the way you wanted it.
The engineering team will make sure your drones will fly free.

Closure : You've got an idea?

Feist : Miss Closure, these Originium cannons were assembled in our factory.

Closure : So... You aren't planning on taking them apart right here and now, are you?

Feist : Haha, if we were Vampires, we definitely could've given it a shot.
Too bad, most of us are just normal craftsmen.
But we know what we've made with our own hands.
We know how to target their weak points to create an opening for our friends who can actually put up a fight.
After all, this is how us engineers can put ourselves to use on the battlefield. Isn't that right?

Closure : The zipline... You're gonna climb onto that?

Feist : Your drones will function as normal if we get the cannon under control, right?

Closure : In theory. That's too risky, though...

Feist : We're working together here.
I need you and the Doctor to help us lock onto the safest landing point.

「As the cannons echo in the air, Feist focuses on the battlefield before him.
He sees not the fierce Sarkaz, but the machinery by the conveyor belts he's the most familiar with. The thunderous sound of the enormous machine's movement is no different from the rhythms he knows so well.
He will take back the city that belongs to them, his own way. 」

Feist : Phew... I've always wanted to see a battle from up above. Isn't this the perfect chance?

<Background fades out and in>

「The giant machine ambles down the street.
Compared to its colossal form, the men on the battlefield, be they Victorian or Sarkaz, are almost insignificant.
Its footsteps cannot be halted. Its gaze can easily melt the blocks.
It is practically the ruler of this steel jungle.
Yet it suddenly lets out a wail.
From a blind spot in its vision, a dozen grappling hooks latch onto the weakest point of its neck.
Immediately thereafter, several dozen figures climb onto its back via the zipline. 」

Feist : Doctor, we've got it under control!

Doctor : Snipers, eliminate nearby hostiles!

Victorian Mercenary : Understood!

[The mercenaries barrage the self-propelled cannon... ]

Clovisia : Casters, strike!

Rockrock : On it!

[...while Rockrock and the casters unleashed their Arts at the cannon, destroying it. ]

<Background 2>

[Meanwhile, as the Sanguinarch and Logos exchange words... ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Look at you, Banshee. You won't allow even a single drop of blood near you.

Logos : Every drop you control contains your witchcraft.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Oh ho ho. The curse of the Banshee.
Since when have the Banshees been as boring and uninteresting as you?
I still remember how they flew through the dark night, blowing their bone-whistles–
They mourned those lost to the wastelands with their sharp, sorrowful cries. At the same time, they mercilessly dug their pitch-black fingers into the skulls of those pitiful souls.
Banshee, that is what a Banshee is supposed to be.
They have always been the hunters that the Vampires admired the most. On the battlefield, we fought alongside one another with fear as our weapon, taking the lives of our feeble enemies.
But the Banshees of today have lost their way. Your kind has locked your true selves behind that attire not unlike what the Leithanian Casters wear. Decrepit and pretentious.

Logos : I'm afraid you are the one who's lost your way, Vampire.
Time does more than relentlessly erode the lands. It shapes life as well.
Why not take a look at yourself? Your form has long since changed, you are no longer as you were.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hmph... What significance is the form my flesh takes?

Logos : Your flesh, like my robe, is the true form in which we walk the world.
The roots of Royal Court may have rotted away long ago, but Royal Court, as it stands today with its canopy raised up high, remains unwilling to fall to the ground.
How pathetic... That which is dead continues to draw nutrients from the barren soil, denying itself the chance to receive new life.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : So this is your true goal?

「The smile disappears from the Vampire's face. Next to him, the boiling blood settles into stasis for a brief moment.
A faint tremor can be felt beneath the ground, before the floor above it starts to shake as well.
Blood. Blood marches forward. 」

Amiya : Operators, hold!

Manfred : ......
The battlefield below us...

「He suddenly realizes he has stayed here for too long. Lettou is far from the only weak point in the command tower.
While both he and the Vampire had their attention drawn to the "King of Sarkaz" and their old acquaintances, Rhodes Island and the Self-Salvation Corps have very likely been drawing ever closer to the information they need.
This was Rhodes Island's plan all along. They stood no chance of quickly defeating him and the Vampire. They simply wanted to buy themselves time. 」

Manfred : I must...

Ascalon : You're too late.

[Ascalon stood in Manfred's way and strikes him, who narrowly blocked it. ]

Manfred : ......

「Yes, he is. He can sacrifice an arm to escape from Ascalon, but the thing that's truly stopping him is the sea of blood before his eyes.
The Sanguinarch has already been angered. They are all trapped on this battlefield. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ...Banshee.
You dare to plot the destruction of the Royal Court... the very manifestation of Sarkaz heritage?

<Background black>

「An earth-shattering surge of blood envelops the entire command tower. The Rhodes Island Operators and the Defense Force soldiers are all moments away from being submerged.
That is, until a shapeless force divides this red sea of blood. 」

Logos : I do this not for destruction, but for my salvation.
Don't let your long memories bind you. Release yourself from your pride, from the olden days, Old Sarkaz King.

[Logos unleshes his oral Arts to counter the Sanguinarch's attack. ]

Logos : The Sarkaz have changed. The Sarkaz must change.

「Under his bone pen, golden incantations write themselves loop by loop.
Heeding its master's rage, the pool of blood rises from the floor, the walls, and his head and charges toward the unapproachable young Banshee, as well as those he is shielding.
All because the Lord of Curses has already set the rules upon this high tower in a foreign land. 」

<Background 1>

[Closure noticed the commotion in the tower. ]

Closure : Doctor, the control tower...

Doctor : The situation's intense. / I believe in Amiya, Logos, and Ascalon.

Closure : Phew... Looks like they managed to stall that scary guy...
Doctor, the drones have reached the control area.
Gonna start hacking now...

Doctor : Give me an ETA. / How long will that take?

Closure : Half an hour... No, twenty minutes.
Doctor, I know Amiya and the Corps guys are having a tough time right now... Trust me, I wish I had a couple more pairs of hands too!

「The gigantic machine lets out another growl.
The previously silent cannon begins to rev up again. 」

Clovisia : What just happened?

Rockrock : The men on the cannon are under attack!

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : There are hostiles in the distance...

[The Eartha partisan is struck by an Arts attack... ]

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Gah!

[...that kills him. ]

Rockrock : It's the Sarkaz!

[Several Confessarius Guards show up. ]

Confessarius Guard : –

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : No idea what kind of Arts those Sarkaz are using!
All of a sudden... I just couldn't breathe... I...

Clovisia : Confessarius witchcraft... These Sarkaz are their guards.
When one has one's life depleted by this witchcraft so quickly, not even medical Arts can save them.
Have Feist evacuate the cannon surroundings with our fighters.

Rockrock : But then the weapon will go out of control again.

Clovisia : Our men's lives are precious.
I... will destroy the berserk weapon.

[Clovisia uses her Arts to heal the Eartha partisan. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : *pant*... *pant*... Commander, I'm feeling much better...

Clovisia : ......

Rockrock : Commander, are these... your Arts?

Clovisia : ...No.
This light... is mobile.
Compared to mine... yes, it's much warmer.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : L-Look! Someone just appeared behind those Confessarius guards! Who's that?
White horns, black robe... Is that... a Confessarius?
The Confessarius... She's fighting the other Sarkaz!

Closure : Doctor! That's–That's Shining!
Did you ask her to come here?

Doctor : Kal'tsit has kept in touch with her. / She's doing this of her own accord.

Closure : I knew how badass Shining could get, but this is my first time seeing her fight for real.
How do I put it? I... I...
I'm starting to understand why she avoids fighting so much.

[As Shining confronts the Confessarius Guards... ]

Shining : ......

Confessarius Guard : Madam Confessarius...
You came to the fight after all. Once again, you went against our leader's will.

Shining : If my actions are under his control, wouldn't that make my departure hardly meaningful?

Confessarius Guard : Do you really despise our leader so much?

Shining : ......
No.
I've never despised him. I've only ever despised myself.

[Shining strikes at one of the Guards. ]

「The guard's mask splits, allowing his final expression before he succumbs to be reflected in the sheath of the Confessarius's sword.
Shining gazes at her opponent. Her eyes are both calm and sorrowful.
Once again, the final flicker of a living flame has been burned onto her blade forever. 」

<Background 2>

「The mist of blood is rapidly evaporating under the power of the witchcraft.
Countless beams of black energy are shot through the fissures torn open by the witchery.
The tides of blood that shroud the command tower have receded a little. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hah.
Your swordsmanship... Not bad.

Manfred : Your Highness, we must finish this quickly.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Don't disturb me.

「The blood's roar forces Manfred to take a few steps back.
Ascalon's armblade follows him closely. He knows she won't let him get away easily. 」

Manfred : ......

「A red bolt of lightning flashes across the clouds above the command tower. 」

Ascalon : This... The Teekazwurtzen.[note 1]

Manfred : Of course you'd know. Just as I know your armblade.

Ascalon : A signal... You're contacting him.
Amiya, we don't have much time.

Amiya : Right, as long as we bring Lettou with us...

[The Sanguinarch's blood attack almost hits Amiya. ]

Amiya : Nngh–!

Logos : Watch your defenses. The Vampire's power is far greater than this.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hm... What a waste of blood.

「The battle before was far from enough to satisfy the Vampire.
He turns his attention to the Victorian soldiers hiding nearby. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : What...! You... You can't...

Sanguinarch of Vampires : It'll be fine, Lettou. Soon enough, I shan't even need to keep you alive.

Victorian Soldier : Lt. Colonel... Lt. Colonel!
Ngah–!

「The soldiers can no longer speak.
They fumble their way to the Vampire, as blood sprays out of their spines, one stream after another, heeding his orders in their arms and legs, marching forward rapidly.
They have received the Sanguinarch's blessing. 」

Ascalon : ......

[The Victorian soldiers are forcibly turned into leech-ridden beings through the Sanguinarch's so-called "blessing". ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Do it. To your heart's content.
Blood doesn't dry simply because of death. It will only flow faster, thanks to your futile actions.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......

「His soldiers no longer follow his commands.
He watches them advance and advance... until they reach the edge of the rooftop.
The Sarkaz's fight will soon destroy this place. Their eyes do not even see these normal soldiers who are in flux between life and death.
Most of the soldiers are Victorian. They are of entirely different upbringings than him. They remain oblivious to his objective and the deal he made with the Sarkaz to this very moment.
They simply followed him here... to the edge. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : *sigh*...

「He knows he shouldn't have moved. The Vampire and Manfred would have been in no hurry to kill him as long as he hid in the far back.
But he still wanted to catch those soldiers about to fall to the depths below. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Ugh...

[Amiya unleashes her Arts against the "blessed" soldiers... ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Black... energy beams... hah...

[...before approaching Lt. Col. Lettou. ]

Amiya : Lt. Colonel Lettou.
I can feel pain... in your eyes.
You think of yourself a Gaulish man. You revere a massive phantom of the past. You want to take hold of it and bring it back.
But...
Do you really believe the Sarkaz's word? Do you really believe... that your dream to rebuild Gaul is possible?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......

Amiya : You are afraid, sir.
You pretend you still have control... because you don't want to face the coward in you who wants to flee the war.
You force yourself to believe that all the sacrifices you're making are for Gaul.
But... you can't forget the eyes of those men you've deceived, who you called to their deaths.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : You... You are the young Lord of Fiends... they spoke of.

Amiya : ...I am.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : And I am your enemy.

Amiya : Yes.

「Lt. Colonel Lettou 」

Amiya : ........
Nngh–!

「An intense pain suddenly seizes her.
This isn't the doing of the Liberi before her, nor is it the Originium Arts of the Vampire or Manfred.
After all, this isn't an attack.
Amiya, oh Amiya.
A voice calls out to her. A voice as soft as a snow-white feather quilt that has been set out to dry in the sun.
Amiya lifts her head.
The sky above her comes smashing down. The thick dark clouds surge towards her, engulfing her from top to bottom.
...Like a tight, suffocating embrace. 」

<Background 1>

Feist : Doctor, Commander, we've taken back control of the cannon!

Closure : Ten minutes... Gimme just ten more minutes, and I'll take care of them all.
Phew... Doctor, for the first time these past few days, I think we just might be able to win this.

Feist : Miss Closure...

Closure : What's up?

Feist : I really wish you hadn't said that.

Closure : You're thinking I must've jinxed... it... Holy shit, Doctor, what the hell's... My surveillance drones' alarms all started blaring at once!

Doctor : ......

Closure : Come on, say something. Going all quiet like that is really freaking me out!
Wait, that's–

[Suddenly Mon3tr shows up. ]

Mon3tr : (Growls in warning)

Doctor : Kal'tsit. / Kal'tsit is back.

Feist : ......

Closure : She isn't buying us time... Uh...
Doctor, you aren't trying to tell me... the Nachzehrer came back early, are you?
......

「Their advance must have been silent. Otherwise, someone was sure to have noticed that they had broken through the walls and crossed half the city.
These footsteps are nothing but a signal that penetrates the hearts of all those on the battlefield through the trembling ground.
Every street their eyes can reach is filled with Sarkaz warriors.
The shadows cast by the dark clouds above cannot engulf them. After all, they are the dark shadows themselves. They are the ones who engulf the land. 」

Notes

"Teekaz's Root" or "Roots of Teekaz" in German/Yiddish

Operation story: 11-16

After operation

Summary

Siege and Allerdale discover the truth of the disappearance of the Steam Knights in the Mausoleum of Kings.

<Background 1>

[As Siege and Allerdale walked through the mausoleum's hall... ]

Siege : These statues...

Allerdale : They're the kings of Victoria.

「Phantoms roam here.
Not the spirits of the dead... but a shadow of history and memory. 」

"Alexandrina."

「Their voices have become clear.
They are familiar and warm, as though they came from a forgotten corner of her memory.
Just like how her name was called with scolding and love when she lingered too long in the garden. 」

"Alexandrina."

「Just like how her name was called with anxiety and urging when she sneaked out of the palace to see what was outside with curious eyes. 」

"Alexandrina."

「Just like how her name was called with pride and approval when she swung her little wooden sword, dreaming about becoming a warrior without equal. 」

"Alexandrina."

「But...
Who is calling her like this? 」

Allerdale : The statues of the Aslan and Draco kings are displayed here.

Allerdale : Here is your grandfather, Frederick III, Conqueror of Gaul. By his side is his mother, Elizabeth the Glorious.

「All in the procession begin treading lightly. 」

Siege : ......

「She is searching. She knows it is fruitless, but her eyes cannot help but search.
She stops before one of the statues.
It was never finished, leaving behind only a rough silhouette.
Chisel marks can be clearly seen, and an elaborate robe has yet to be liberated from the stone.
Where the face should be, there is only a blur of rock with the slight hint of eyes.
The crown on the head hints at the statue's position. 」

Allerdale : By tradition, Originium Arts is not used in the creation of these statues. They are the result of years of hard work by royal sculptors.
His Majesty's passing was... sudden.

Siege : ...I know.

Allerdale : His Majesty's burden was heavy, politically and tangibly.
The empire was saddled with war debts, and the declining Draco hardly welcomed continued Aslan rule with open arms.
No matter how others might assess His Majesty, Father and I did not feel that he was inferior in any way to the kings who lie here.

Siege : Perhaps, Allerdale.
I don't remember.
Maybe that's how he looked in my memories.

"Alexandrina".

「Was it him calling? Or all of them?
The statues do not look the same. Some of them look solemn, others look kind.
She finds no image of them in her memory, but feels some kind of connection with them, deep down.
The only ones who may style themselves Victoria are the monarchs of Victoria, and the heir to the throne.
Therefore, she is Victoria, just like them.
She looks away.
Compared to vast and glorious Victoria, she is more familiar with the tiny taverns of Norport Borough, the scalding bitterness of cheap ale, and licking a sour lollipop after a fight.
She turns away.
In that moment, she spots a shadow behind the statues. 」

Siege : To arms!

「They all grab their weapons. 」

Totter : ......
Looks like we found the ones who left the traces.
Sarkaz bodies.
Hundreds, if not more.
Most have decomposed into skeletons, but their clothes tell us they were Sarkaz Royal Court elites, and Confessarius guards.
Frankly, the word "elite" is an understatement. A fight with any one of them would be a desperate struggle.

Allerdale : Who were they fighting?

Siege : ......

「She feels Allerdale's breath grow heavy.
Bronze continues to glitter in the shadows of the corpses.
Even history could not rob them of their color.
She keeps moving forward. 」

「The knights of the empire never back down.
One after another.
Swords, fire, corrosive Arts. An entire suit of armor is covered in dried blood.
Arts-imbued pila over five meters in length impaled their torsos.
They kept formation, they fought on.
Nothing could defeat them. Not the Royal Court, not the Confessarii.
Not even death.
Suddenly, she understands.
She understands why the sound of steam has not been heard in Londinium for the past four years. 」

<Background 1>

Allerdale : Steam Knights...

「Allerdale stumbles. Siege extends an arm to hold her friend.. 」

Siege : Are you alright?

Allerdale : ......
I'm fine. It's just the air.
I think back to the steam armor of Cumberland Manor.
They were always defending, no matter the cost.
They were... Steam Knights.
They carried the glorious banner of Victoria.

Siege : ...No.
No.

<Background fades out>

The noises screech, roar.
Is it the sound of steam gushing when the knights charge?
What is this emotion, so potent that it threatens to break through everything?
She closes her eyes. The emotions confuse her, but the conclusion is clear.

<Background fades in>

Siege : They...
They were betrayed.

Dagda : What...?

Siege : It's clear from the layout of the bodies that the Steam Knights were the attackers, and the Sarkaz were the defenders.
Ridiculous, isn't it?
This isn't a story of how the Steam Knights defended the symbol of Victoria to their last breaths, in the face of an overwhelming Sarkaz tide.

[Siege realizes that the fallen Steam Knights are... ]

Siege : It was a trap.
The knights stumbled into an ambush that the Sarkaz prepared for them.
An ambush that the Sarkaz set in the Mausoleum of Kings.

Dagda : Sacrilege!
How did the Sarkaz get in here? The key to the Mausoleum of Kings is only...
No...

Siege : We handed it over to them.

Dagda : The traitor, Duke Cavendish? Or the clown, Duke Stafford?

Allerdale : No.
No Steam Knight has been seen for four years. They were all here.
One or two dukes blinded by ambition could not recall all the Steam Knights to Londinium.

Siege : They were betrayed–
By all of Victoria.

「The burning palace, the golden mane.
She could not shake the images ever since she set foot within.
She hears the angry roaring of a man, plots being whispered in the shadows.
She hears laments and curses.
Frenzied cries, fateful announcements.
Roaring, scolding, sobbing, sneering.
She hears–
Drip.
The sound of tears falling. 」

Dagda : Siege...
These Steam Knights...

「Dagda tries her best to suppress her sobbing. The girl who calls herself a knight has never cried, no matter how desperate the situation is.
But now, tears are flowing down her face. 」

Dagda : I don't understand... I don't understand... why...

「Siege walks up to her and puts her arms around her trembling shoulders. 」

Siege : I'm sorry, Dagda, I was wrong.
Victoria is more than just Parliament and the nobility. It's you and me as well.
There are still people willing to cry for them.
We don't have too much time.
But if I'm still king to you, then let me give an order, just this once.
Dagda, Knight of the Tower.
Salute these men, who held their glorious banner high even after they were betrayed.
Salute them as a knight would, on our behalf.

<Background fades out and in>

Dagda : Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two...
So many suits of armor...
......
They all died here.

「Her gaze sweeps over each and every suit of unmoving armor.
She salutes them one by one.
Even though those within died years ago, even though she is holding a strange metal claw rather than a ceremonial sword, she performs the proper rites in accordance with tradition. 」

Totter : You're a knight too.

Dagda : ...I was.
I used to be a knight of Victoria... just like them.
A Knight of the Tower...

Totter : Many see it as no more than a noble title.

Dagda : Yes. We've had no one left to defend, ever since His Majesty left us.
Silly, isn't it? A bunch of pompous knights, guarding an empty palace.
All of us, as we stood upon the tower, knew that the palace behind us was empty. We would only see lights coming from the city in front of us.

Totter : I heard you're the heir to somebody important.
But it sounds like being a Knight of the Tower isn't a particularly attractive job.

Dagda : My mother was the Countess of Manchester.
But all my family has left is a lonely manor in a border city.

Totter : Your mother loved you. She left you with a backup plan.
She thought that you would be safe with the Knights of the Tower, without a king to protect.

Dagda : My master told me that a king would return, and the Knights of the Tower would wipe away their shame.
Until the Sarkaz army smashed open the doors of the tower with their weapons.

Totter : The Sarkaz didn't do anything to the palace, at least not openly. They didn't want to give anyone excuses.
But they couldn't tolerate the existence of the Knights of the Tower.

Dagda : We tried.
The bulk of the Knights of the Tower went with His Majesty. All that was left was a few master knights, and a bunch of self-exiled pariahs.
But we tried!
We'd brought shame upon ourselves once. We couldn't do it again.

Totter : You weren't born when the old Lion King was hanged.
Don't put this burden on yourself.

Dagda : But I swore an oath! I was one of them, even without the king's blessing!
They tricked me... They decided that I was to live, before they made their final charge.
Master Finn was seriously injured when he sent me out of the tower. I could see blood seeping from under his armor.
I'd never seen such an expression on his face... he said it was liberation.
He said it was an end to regret and guilt, an end to long years of ignoble existence.
......
He never asked what I wanted! I wanted to die with them!
I...

Totter : Life can't be so easily thrown away.
Dying is simple. All it takes is one bolt, one thrust of a blade, one infected wound, one tiny little piece of active Originium.
Living is hard. Living is a constant struggle against the feeling that dying is a way out.
You've walked a long road and made good friends. You didn't let your elders down. You did well.

「The veteran mercenary pats Dagda's shoulders.
It's the touch of a stranger, but it reminds her of the warmth of her long-dead comrades, how their palms gently touched her head and shoulders like this, time and again.
She never had the chance to mourn them, all those years away from Londinium.
The war is not over. It is not yet time to reminisce.
But as she gazes upon the broken armor of the Steam Knights, all the memories of the last battle of the Knights of the Tower gush to the surface.
She does not understand. Why is the end always like this, when there are so many people who love this land?
Why must heroes fade away quietly in the dark? Why are they never triumphant?
She can't take it anymore. 」

Totter : Cry if you need to. The others can't see with me standing here.

[Dagda cries. ]

Dagda : *Sob*... *sob*...

「The suits of armor remain silent around them. 」

[Siege notices that Allerdale is nervous. ]

Siege : ......
You look nervous, Allerdale.

Allerdale : ...Do I?
I wonder... how do you feel about the Steam Knights?
They couldn't stop what happened twenty-six years ago.

Siege : I don't know, and I don't really care.
But someone by the name of Gawain told me that there were no Steam Knights in Londinium at the time.

Allerdale : Parliament sent them away.
But they did nothing when they returned.

Siege : What do you think, then, Allerdale?
I can tell you really revere the Steam Knights.

Allerdale : Revere? I don't know if I can say that.
I'm just thinking... Sir Charles Lynch was the last Steam Knight to be knighted during His Majesty's reign.
There were no new Steam Knights in the two decades following.
Was it a warning? Or the price of a struggle that no one knows about? Did the dukes have their blades pointed at each other's throats?
Perhaps the betrayal had already started by then.
I can't imagine what kind of slow death it must have been.

Siege : Victoria killed itself.

「The voices mutter in protest.
Siege pretends not to hear, and repeats calmly, but strongly. 」

Siege : Victoria killed itself with its own greed, ambition and desire.

Allerdale : Will you wipe the slate clean, Your Royal Highness Alexandrina?

Siege : ......

「The voices fall silent. They are waiting for an answer too. 」

Siege : I'll do what I must.

Operation story: 11-17

Before operation

Summary

The souls of the Sarkaz affect Amiya as Rhodes Island and the Self-Salvation Corps retreat. Theresis appears on the battlefield.

<Background 1>

[The mercenaries and Eartha partisans engage the newly arriving Nachzehrer warriors with little effect. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : –

Victorian Mercenary : Bloody hell, these new lads are tough!

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : We'll charge together! Ready... set...

[The Eartha partisan is shot and killed as Feist shows up. ]

Feist : Grab me!

Victorian Mercenary : No! Stay back! Get away from the dead...

[The merc suddenly collapses. ]

Feist : *cough* *cough* W-What's going on...?

「A strange aura permeates the battlefield around the fallen soldiers.
Something seeps out from their skin, their eyes, their ears, their noses. It is not blood; it is nothing tangible.
Perhaps it is fear, the fear of what comes after death, an unsurmountable fear that is rapidly draining their lifeforce. 」

[Shining uses her Arts to dispel the aura of rot emitted by fallen soldiers... ]

Shining : Get back!

[...allowing him to get into safety. ]

Feist : Argh... *gasp*...
I can breathe again... thanks! You're from Rhodes Island... a doctor? Closure called you a doctor... right?

Shining : Everyone, get behind me.

[Shining shields her allies from the aura of rot... ]

Doctor : This is... witchcraft? / The smell reminds me of the Wendigo altar.

Shining : All ancient Sarkaz witchcraft comes from the same place.
"Death."
Wendigo, Nachzehrer, Vampire, Gargoyle, Lich, even the Banshees... death is the end for most living things, but the source of power for many Sarkaz.

[...and halts their spread with her sheathed sword. ]

Doctor : Your sword stopped the corruption from spreading?

Shining : Life and death have always been two sides of the same coin.
But there's only so much time I can buy. We can't stop the armies of the Nachzehrer, even if it's only his vanguard here.
The ancient Sarkaz slithers on the battlefield, driving death and decay before him. I've only heard legends.
We must hurry.

Doctor : I know. / ...... / Kal'tsit gave the signal to retreat.

Mon3tr : (Urgent screech)

Doctor : Recall the drones, Closure.

Closure : Sigh... guess there's no other way?

[Closure recalls her drones. ]

Closure : Transmitted data... 70%. It'll have to do.

Doctor : Feist, go find Clovisia.

Feist : Alright, Doctor.
Everyone, follow me!

Doctor : Rhodes Island, follow Mon3tr! / Rhodes Island, cover Corps' retreat!

Rhodes Island Operator : Yes, Doctor.

Doctor : And Amiya's group. / Inform Amiya, Ascalon and Logos.
......

「No response.
Your call goes unanswered.
Something is not right. Amiya is not in the habit of ignoring you, even in the middle of fierce fighting.
PRTS does not show the status of operators, but you realize that she is in great danger. 」

Doctor : Amiya?!

<Background 2>

Amiya : Argh...

Logos : The Nachzehrer arrived early.

Ascalon : Time to move.
Dr. Kal'tsit was quick enough. Delaying the Lich is all she can do.
The Nachzehrer army is far more organized than any other Sarkaz faction. They will move quickly.

Amiya : ......

Ascalon : Amiya?

「Retreat?
No.
They cannot. The Vampire's blood shackles can be cut, the Nachzehrer's deadly corruption can be resisted, but there is no way to avert the dark cloud's gaze as long as they remain on this land.
There is no place untouched by the anguish and wrath of the Sarkaz. 」

Amiya : ......

「Countless voices rush into her head.
She hears children who lost their parents to war sobbing as they walk amongst the ruins.
She hears the dull clunk of a young soldier's sword as it meets the head of an enemy for the first time.
She hears a Banshee, facing a deformed city, chanting incantations that he has just learned in the silver moonlight.
She hears a Vampire chuckle alone in a canyon, turning the enemies charging towards the Sarkaz settlement into a sea of blood.
She hears the dead souls in the sky, screaming towards the earth.
Why did we have to die?
Because we were Sarkaz?
Black lines surge uncontrollably from her eyes, ears and mouth, stretching and entwining.
For an instant, all the Sarkaz feel their hearts grasped by the black strings. 」

Ascalon : ......

Logos : Don't be affected, Amiya.

<Background 1>

Closure : What happened, Doctor? I thought... I thought I heard a sound...
*Muffled Sarkaz Tribal Language*[note 1]
(The earth is filled with darkness.)
(Darkness gives birth to evil.)
(Evil brings pain.)
*Muffled Sarkaz Tribal Language*[note 1]

Rhodes Island Operator : What's Closure saying? I don't understand...

Closure : I don't... know...
I feel... dizzy... what's happening in... my head?

Rhodes Island Operator : Is this Sarkaz witchcraft, Doctor?
But I don't feel anything... hey, look at the enemy...

[The Nachzehrer warriors are affected by whatever Amiya is experiencing. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : ...
Darkness... pain...
Share...

Doctor : I've heard these words before. / I've heard a similar language before.
It's a kind of hypnotic suggestion. / It's unorthodox Arts.

Shining : Doctor, retreat with the Corps and the other operators immediately.

Doctor : But Amiya...

Shining : ......

Doctor : Shining... / You're affected too?

Shining : A rampant power is eating away at the souls of all Sarkaz.
Not even a Confessarius can repel it... even if I can resist it for a while.

Doctor : Rampant power? / Could it be...?

Shining : Only the sovereign of the Sarkaz can use the hope of her men as consolation, and punish traitors with their deepest fears.
Only the "King of Sarkaz."

Doctor : ......

Shining : I know what you're thinking, Doctor.
You're wondering which King is attacking all of the Sarkaz indiscriminately.

Doctor : Amiya is in danger.
That's what I'm most worried about. / Whether Theresa is responsible for it or not.

<Background 2>

Sanguinarch of Vampires : The power of the King of Sarkaz...
How can an untrained vessel contain millennia of our racial memories?
I see... I see.
You cannot contain it.
The rings you wear on your hand came from Theresa.
You thought it would trap both the blessing and the curse, but you forgot that what was given, can be taken back.

[The Sanguinarch tries to attack the unstable Amiya, but Ascalon and Logos protects her. ]

Ascalon : ......

Logos : You must have noticed, Ascalon.

Ascalon : His Highness is affecting Amiya.

Logos : We can't afford any delay. The Nachzehrer and Theresis may appear at any moment.
We must take Amiya away. By force, if necessary.

Ascalon : Amiya...

Amiya : ......

「The rings do not crack or change color.
They are trembling because she is. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Cautus, you are not worthy of the crown that Theresa bestowed upon you.
Not because you are not Sarkaz, but because you have never tried to understand the nature of the Sarkaz.
Like Theresa, you have been blinded by the creature that calls itself Kal'tsit.
You thought the Sarkaz a race linked by blood, like the Felines.
You thought our wrath resistance to injustice. You thought our struggle a conflict between nations.
But are they truly so?
Look my vengeance in the eye, "King of Sarkaz".
Listen to the lamentations in the clouds above your head.
They will tell you that the Sarkaz were never the same people as the shameful invaders... the Elders and the Ancients were never the same people.
Kazdel was never a city, nor a nation.
When the Sarkaz were known as Teekaz, when they still had a home, Kazdel meant the entire world that we saw before our eyes.
Kazdel was Terra.

Amiya : ......

<Background black>

「Infinite sorrow engulfs her, binding her, suffocating her.
Dark clouds fill her vision, no matter where she turns.
How can she escape? What would it take?
She can only listen. 」

「A Sarkaz scales the city walls.
Behind him, a city of gray iron. Above his head, a black banner.
Wounded warriors line up before him. Young Sarkaz, about his age but untrained, guard the city walls with rusty swords in their hands.
Countless compatriots stand behind him, some old, some young, many with nothing more than bows and arrows for hunting.
The enemy has tread the barrens and come before their city.
They hear the staves of the Spire Casters cut through air.
They hear the Gaulish gunners directing their Originium guns.
They hear the heavy footsteps of steam armor, and the gushing of steam as they charge. 」

「They hear the wind blowing the commander's robes, and the cold and dull sound it makes when it hits armor.
Who is the Feline? Steam Knights stand before her. Is she a Victorian general? But the Spire casters and Gaulish gunners obey her call.
They hear her pass judgment upon the Sarkaz.
"I know all that the Sarkaz are planning. Hatred is a sickness that cannot be cured. Your vengeance will bring wounds to the land that can never be healed."
"Ambition must be culled while in the bud, for the peace of the world for the next two hundred years."
Fire rushes towards Kazdel from all directions. Another Kazdel is reduced to ruin. Countless Sarkaz die in the conflagration, but a worse fate awaits those who survive it.
Why did I have to die?
Because our origin was different? Must we be eradicated, simply because the land could not stand our hatred anymore?
Six heroes rise from the ruins. They charge the great army before them, carrying the burning banner of Kazdel.
No Sarkaz dies willingly. The screams of the tens of thousands of Sarkaz who fell become war drums for the heroes as they charge the enemy.
Answer me, Enemy!
Who are you to decide that Kazdel must be destroyed?
Who are you to judge the Sarkaz? 」

[... ]

「Why do you not speak?
Why do you not answer?
Kal'tsit... Kal'tsit. Kal'tsit! 」

<Background 2>

[A rumble is felt. ]

Amiya : ......

「The walls of Kazdel are falling. So are the dead Sarkaz, with ash and rubble.
She is falling. 」

<Background 1>

Closure : Alright, it's beginning to clear... I can see again...
Wait, on the tower!

Doctor : Amiya!!
Closure, your drone!

「The Assassin delays the Vampire.
The Caster slows the falling.
You fly across the battlefield on the zipline, pulled along by the drone.
You grab Amiya's hand and pull her into your arms, just before she hits the ground. 」

Amiya : Kal'tsit... Doctor...

Closure : Doctor... why is Amiya saying Kal'tsit's name?

「You see tears of sorrow in the corners of Amiya's eyes, and fury in her furrowed brow.
What did she see? What did she hear? 」

[Closure noticed someone approaching them. ]

Closure : Crap, Doctor. Something's coming up fast–what the heck? It's so close! Where is it?!
N-No...
It... it was there all along...

<Background fades out>

「A silhouette.
A Sarkaz, watching you silently.
He lacks the thick malice of the Vampire, the proud contempt of the Confessarius, or the fearsome aura of the Nachzehrer. He even lacks the Wendigo's imposing stature.
Just one Sarkaz, no army, no servants. He rose from his throne, laid down the authority that he never truly cared for, and walked here.
With a cold gaze not seen for two centuries. 」

Theresis : –

「His sword is right before your eyes, you see it before you see his face clearly.
Amiya will die. So will you, if you do not let her go.
He came here with one goal, to kill the King of Sarkaz in your arms. 」

A familiar silhouette cuts in front of you and Amiya.

Mon3tr : (Pained howling)

Red, warm liquid splashes onto your face, and your hands, which are still holding Amiya.

「Kal'tsit!
You cry without even thinking.
She is dying. She may die this instant.
You have never felt this possibility so clearly before. 」

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}...
Take Amiya... go.

Mon3tr : (Furious roar)

<Background 1>

[Seeing Kal'tsit mortally wounded, Shining unsheathes her sword... ]

Shining : Kal'tsit!

[...and tries to protect her from Theresis, but... ]

「All the effort could only deflect the unremarkable sword by inches.
Closure pulls on you desperately, while you continue to hold Amiya in your arms.
The drone rapidly pulls you back, while a bloodied Kal'tsit remains in front of you. 」

Kal'tsit : Theresis...

Mon3tr : (Weak struggle)

Theresis : You've decided to stand against the Sarkaz again.
I saw you reborn by Theresa's side two hundred years ago. The culprit responsible for Kazdel's destruction, the immortal who tamed history.
You did many things for her, told stories of fantastic realms that we could never see...
It is a shame.

Kal'tsit : *cough*... *cough* *cough*...
You... you're just accelerating destruction.

Shining : Dr. Kal'tsit, you can't–
–Ugh!

[Theresis tries to finish off Kal'tsit, but blocked by Shining. ]

Theresis : I know. Better for Sarkaz to head toward destruction one step faster, than to be robbed of the right to exist by your cruel machinations.

Kal'tsit : ...No!

Theresis : You don't have the strength to talk. It was impressive that you intercepted the Lich's messenger. Not even the Military Commission has found any trace.
But it's clear that it was not an amicable conversation.
As I warned you once–
I'll kill you again, Kal'tsit.

After operation

Summary

Rhodes Island retreats with Feist's help. Siege acquires the Sighs of Kings, but finds herself face-to-face with Allerdale.

<Background 1>

[Amidst the chaos following Theresis mortally injuring Kal'tsit... ]

Closure : Doctor! We have to take Amiya and go!

Doctor : ......

Closure : Shining can't hold Theresis off for long!
The drone–

[A drone flies above Closure and the Doctor. ]

Closure : Grab the zipline, Doctor! We'll go as far as we can!

<Background 3>

[The weary Rhodes Island forces managed to escape. ]

Closure : *huff*... *huff*... *cough* *cough* *cough*...
I'll punch them, if worse comes to worst.
I don't like fighting, if I can help it.
But Theresa pulled me out of that attic. Amiya and Kal'tsit taught me responsibility.
I'm a Vampire too.
If it's for you, I...

Feist : Closure! Over here!

Closure : Huh?

Feist : Time to move, Doctor. The zipline's ready. Give me your hand!

<Background 1>

「A burst of light explodes as the sword pierces the ground.
Time stops in an instant. 」

Theresis : ...Confessarius witchcraft.

Manfred : General!
Dame Kal'tsit...

Theresis : She approaches the end of this cycle.

Manfred : Rhodes Island's Cautus was rescued. The Sanguinarch of Vampires is pursuing the Banshee and Ascalon.

Theresis : What of Theresa?

Manfred : I just received Her Highness's signal, general.
It's ready.

Theresis : Good.

「The Regent looks up at the overcast sky and the walls in the distance.
The true battlefield of the Sarkaz lies beyond the walls. 」

Theresis : It's time to begin.

<Background 4>

[Siege and Allerdale are nearing the center of the mausoleum. ]

Allerdale : Are you ready?

Siege : There's nothing to make ready.

Allerdale : Right, we're finally here.
Vina, I must–
We must bear witness to all this.

「An elaborate black structure lies at the end of the tunnel.
Generation after generation, the greatest minds in Victoria came together to build it.
All this, just to hold a sword.
If few are the heroes who can use it to conquer Catastrophe, then let humanity use its wisdom to raise a shield against the storm.
These structures, the entire building, was made for this.
The voices rise up again.
The calls are no longer urgent, no longer sharp, no longer attempting to persuade or incite.
She feels a tired sense of peace.
She has been here before. She has been guided to this place, long before her memories took shape.
Just like then, she knows where she must go, what she must take.
It is right there, in the middle of the room, unguarded, so unremarkable it might as well have been a tiny decoration in this grand building. 」

「Kyngasycath, the Sighs of Kings.
It lay there and continues to do so, over the centuries, through countless reforgings.
Siege extends a hand towards it.
Broken shadows fill the space, rising and ebbing, resonating.
Alexandrina. Alexandrina Vina Victoria. They whisper her name.
She touches the sword.
Shards of days gone by pass through her body. She hears a boom in her mind.
Suddenly, she understands.
She is the source of all those visions and sounds.
They are her doubts, confusion, regrets, recollections.
Things she has forgotten, and things she intentionally forgot.
A great hand raises her. Londinium stands up from beneath her, taking her across the land of Victoria.
The land that she and her friends walked.
Countless voices superimpose upon one another.
Victoria, Victoria.
This is Victoria.
Her Victoria. 」

<Background black>

"Vina, Vina."

「The voices call out. 」

<Background 5>

Siege : –

「Siege opens her eyes. There are no illusions now, no tides. She holds in her hand the Sighs of Kings, symbol of the Victorian monarchy.
There is little to show that it is a sword of legend. It is unremarkable in size and design.
It looks like an ordinary sword. 」

Allerdale : You have the Sighs of Kings, Vina.

Siege : It's... lighter than I expected.
Let's go. Time to go home.
We–

「Siege wants to turn around and feel the sword's warmth with her friends. 」

[Allerdale draws her sword... ]

Allerdale : Don't.

「But she feels a colder blade in her back. 」

Siege : ...Allerdale.

Allerdale : Please! Don't. Don't turn around.
Give me the sword.

Siege : ......

Allerdale : Your Highness Alexandrina... I'm sorry.
I have to...
......
I have to do this.

「Allerdale's voice is calm, but filled with a terrible, resolute sorrow.
Siege recalls the "memoirs" that Morgan wrote in jest.
A handful of pages, clumsily written, with less-than-elegant vocabulary.
The story starts with a fictional fight. Everyone returns to base after the fight. Allerdale makes a cream stew for them in the story.
She laughs in her heart. Allerdale made a stew, yes, but what the memoirs omitted is that...
It did not exactly taste great. 」

Dagda : Siege!

[Dagda tries to run towards Siege... ]

Dagda : Oh–!

[...but Totter puts her at swordpoint... ]

Totter : Don't move.

[...as a group of mercenaries reveal themselves. ]

Dagda : You... you too...

Totter : I don't want to hurt you.
But I have a debt to pay.
Our mission is to help Allerdale remove the sword from the Mausoleum of Kings.
Finish this job, and I can retire.
It was an offer I couldn't refuse.

Dagda : ......
We just mourned the heroes who fell victim to betrayal together.
I thought you would understand.
But in the end, you're no different from them.
I'm ashamed I thought about trusting you, even for a moment.

Totter : Like I said, living is hard.
I'm sorry. I want all of us to keep on living. I'll try to make sure we do just that.
We've both been pushed out of death's way by our friends.
Unfortunately, our paths happen to diverge this time.

<Background fades out and in>

Siege : Allerdale...

Allerdale : Your Highness.
Please hand over the Sighs of Kings, for your own safety.

Siege : ......
Is this the only way?

Allerdale : I betrayed your trust. There's nothing I can say about that.
You can admonish me, reproach me, try to defeat me. You have the right to do so.
But I will leave with the sword.
This is my... destiny... in Londinium.

Siege : You said the Sighs of Kings would protect Londinium from the storm.

Allerdale : I don't want to drag Londinium into the abyss either. I won't let her fall into Sarkaz hands.

Siege : Into the hands of the dukes, then.

Allerdale : ......

Siege : Whoever is behind you wants to use the Sighs of Kings to intimidate the other dukes and subjugate them.
They don't care about protecting Victoria.
We may be meek, but we're in the middle of all this.
With the people who have been hurt and abused.

Allerdale : I know.
I know what she's after, but it doesn't concern me.
I'm only doing... I only care about what I can actually influence.

Siege : What about the Self-Salvation Corps?
You built it with Clovisia. You protected it with your honor.

Allerdale : I have no honor.

Siege : Then you protected it with your life.
What do I tell the Corps fighters, if you're really going to leave?

Allerdale : Clovisia will handle it.
I no longer have the strength to care about what they think of me.

Siege : ......
You claim you only care about what you can influence.
Aren't you underestimating what you already have?

Allerdale : What does one dare to have, when you know it's only a matter of time before you lose it?
What does one dare to reveal, when what everyone trusts and respects is just an illusion?
What can one hold on to, when you realize this is the one and only end of your path?
This isn't even the outcome of a choice.
I simply ended up here. Fate has pushed me to this place, before I even realized it.
We could never have walked together.
......

Siege : We met when we were little, didn't we?

Allerdale : ......

Siege : At Cumberland Manor.

Allerdale : I thought you had forgotten.

Siege : I almost had... I was with Gawain that day.

Allerdale : The creature that was like the sun told us we would meet again, someday.
But he could not have guessed that it would end this way.
You won't give me the sword, Vina.
Then swing it. We must bear witness...

Siege : Allerdale.
Remember my promise?

Allerdale : Enough! Say no more.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 6>

Allerdale : I carry nothing on my shoulders. I'll just be your brain trust.
Sorry... I forgot you had Morgan.
I'll just be a thug then.
We'll bomb the Sarkaz camp together. You light a fire, and I'll kick their commander's arse once there's smoke.

Siege : ......

Allerdale : I'm joking.

Siege : I know.

Allerdale : My path is long determined, Vina.

Siege : Why do you say that? You're still with us. The Glasgow Gang has more stories to write.

Allerdale : So...

Siege : The answer is yes.
I'll make sure you come back unharmed after kicking that commander's arse.
That's my promise.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 5>

Siege : It's not a joke. Never has been, never will be.
We'll all make it out of this in one piece.

Allerdale : –

「A sound breaks the stalemate.
Was it an illusion?
Siege looks around. The massive statues remain still in the shadows. None of the dead Sarkaz come back to life.
Again.
Nearby, right in front of her.
The sound of steam gushing, increasingly rapid.
Increasingly loud, increasingly clear, until it fills the entire space. 」

Dagda : W-What's that?

「Allerdale's heart skips a beat.
She can feel it.
The premonition of fate echoes again cruelly. 」

Notes

↑ 1.0 1.1 Before an update in the Global server, this part is written as "Ahadama meleah b'afela", which is Hebrew for "The ground is full of darkness" (הָאֲדָמָה מְלֵאָה בָּאֲפֵלָה; Ha'adamá malé b'afelá)

Operation story: 11-19

Before operation

Summary

The last Steam Knight rises from the depths of the mausoleum, intent on punishing any who would transgress against fair Victoria.

Dagda : In front of you, Siege!
Is that...?

Siege : A suit of steam armor.

「The spurts of white steam stand out in front of the dark hue of the armor.
Spurt after spurt.
Like breathing.
The fog parts before him. He awakens from history.
Nothing can stop him. Nothing can defeat him.
Not abandonment, not betrayal.
Not even death. 」

<Background 1>

Victorian Mercenary : It's moving! Look, it's moving!
Man alive, what is happening here?!

[Totter and the mercenaries fire at the living power armor of the Steam Knights, but their shots barely scratch it. ]

Totter : Agh! Bolts do nothing!
Get the grenades!

[The mercs fire explosive bolts at the living Steam Knight armor, but... ]

「The massive suit of armor rises from the rubble.
Heavy footsteps.
Heavy gushing.
It walks toward the panicked crowd, one step at a time. 」

[The mercs continue firing... ]

"Steam Armor" : (Heavy gushing)

[...but it remains unfazed. Totter tries to attack it from close range, but his sword glances off the armor. ]

Victorian Mercenary : There's no point.
You're from Sargon, Totter. You wouldn't understand.
They were the stuff of our bedtime stories.
It's still stories of the Steam Knights I tell when I put my kids to bed.
How are we supposed to defeat him?
How do we defeat our pride, our glory, our hero, who's already been betrayed once?
We can't defeat him.
This is a... a Victorian Steam Knight.

[The living Steam Knight armor release a surge of energy... ]

Totter : Fall back! Fall back!

[...and Totter tries to provide covering fire. ]

<Background 2>

[The surging noise is heard in the mausoleum's entrance. ]

Morgan : What's that sound?

Indra : Sounds like steam.
Definitely steam. They're back!
I know I backed the right one! This is where Vina hid her joker!
Morgan, we've got the Steam Knights on our side!

Morgan : There are Steam Knights left in Londinium? Here?
Are they guarding the Mausoleum of Kings? The Sighs of Kings?

Indra : Ha, who cares what they're doing?
Vina is their king!
When we come out up top with the Steam Knights, those Sarkaz will... hey, Morgan, what's that look on your face for?

Morgan : Vina's gonna get the Sighs of Kings.
Four years. The Steam Knights have stayed by the sword for four years, in this sunless dungeon.
They didn't show up when the Sarkaz occupied the city. They didn't show up when the Sarkaz took over the factories. They didn't show up when the Sarkaz burned the noble houses.
What do they think?
Are they gonna side with intruders into the Mausoleum of Kings?

[Unidentified people surrounds Morgan and Indra without them noticing. ]

Morgan : Who's there?!

Indra : Take your weapon, Morgan.
They're strong... they're all around us.
Hah, this is getting interesting.

??? : Why are the hoodlums of Norport here?
The Glasgow Gang? Under Alexandrina?

Indra : Show your face, now!

??? : Hmph. There are enough variables without that sound of gushing steam rising in Londinium again.
What would the Duke think if she knew there were survivors among the Steam Knights?
Would she be uneasy? Or glad that the glorious heroes of old have returned?
Ha, glory...
Let's take care of the hoodlums. Don't let them get in Allerdale's way.

<Background 1>

"Steam Armor" : (Heavy gushing)

Siege : ...Steam Knights.
Four years... there are survivors among the Steam Knights?

Dagda : Those marks... they should have been lethal wounds. The Sarkaz spikes destroyed the cores. There's no way the wearer would survive.
Plus, no one could enter or leave the Mausoleum of Kings without the royal key.
He's spent four years in this dark dungeon...
Even if he survived the initial carnage, how could he have survived in this place?

Siege : ......

Dagda : What does the man in the armor look like now?

"Steam Armor" : (Heavy gushing)

Allerdale : ......
Who are... you...?
No... what are you?

「A flame sparks in the helmet of the armor.
Allerdale can feel a cold gaze upon herself.
Upon everyone here.
The flame... 」

<Flashback starts here>

「The armor roaring in the flames.
It was a dream from her childhood.
Her hope for salvation.
The destruction that she witnessed with her own eyes.
A nightmare, too terrible to gaze upon. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

「He is back. Back before her.
Allerdale cannot keep herself from trembling. 」

Allerdale : Have you come to settle this?

"Steam Armor" : (Heavy gushing)

Siege : ......
Allerdale!
Look out!

[Siege runs toward Allerdale... ]

[...and pushes her out of the way before confronting the sole surviving Steam Knight. ]

Siege : Steam Knight, I am Alexandrina Vina Victoria, heir to the Aslan kings.
Halt your attack, knight.
We are not your enemies.

"Steam Armor" : ......

"Victoria."

「Siege hears a voice echo above her head.
Was it the Steam Knight? She is unsure. It sounded more like the rumbling of a machine than a human voice.
The spurts of white steam become more rapid and forceful.
The dark knight raises his massive weapon towards her.
"Victoria."
Siege suddenly understands. The Steam Knight is not calling her name.
It is looking at her sword.
The Sighs of Kings, the symbol of the royal house of Victoria. 」

"The Last Steam Knight" : "Victoria."

「He called the sword Victoria.
The Victoria that he swore to defend unto his last breath.
Glorious Victoria betrayed him. Now, he will defend the symbol of Victoria.
The last knight of the empire shall take revenge on all those who transgress against her.
He charges towards the heir to the throne. 」

<Background 1>

Dagda : Get out of the way, Siege!
Why did the Steam Knight attack you?
Can't he tell...?

Totter : Get down!

[Totter pushes Dagda away as the Steam Knight swings his thermal blade, narrowly missing them. ]

Dagda : Argh... *cough*...

Totter : The sword of fire...
Don't let it hit you!

[The Steam Knight went into a rampage... ]

Victorian Mercenary : It's gone mad! We can't stop it!
Get out of here! Get out! Get out...

[...and impales one of the mercs with its pilebunker... ]

Victorian Mercenary : Gah!

[...killing him. The Steam Knight then attacks the rest of the mercs, effortlessly slaughtering them. ]

Totter : ......
We'll all be dead before long.

Siege : Get your men out.

Totter : ......

Allerdale : Do as Vina says.

Totter : Mission aborted, then.
Looks like my retirement plan will have to wait.

[Totter and the surviving mercs run away. ]

Siege : Dagda, take the mercs and get out.

Dagda : Your Highness!

Siege : You're the last one who bowed to them.
Take their story back, let it see the light of day.

Dagda : The story belongs to all of us, Siege.
We should tell it together.
I don't know what's come over you, Allerdale.
I used to respect you. I thought you were worthy of a knight's honor. No, you were a knight paragon in my mind.
Always at the forefront, not caring for fame and fortune, not afraid of any foe.
You were Cumberland the Ever on High!

Allerdale : ......
Nothing can remain on High forever, Dagda.

Dagda : But we fought together, didn't we?
Your story is here too, Allerdale.
If you want to come back.

Allerdale : I can't do that, can I?

Dagda : It depends on you.
But first, we deal with this knight.
My master taught me that a duel between knights must be fair and honorable.
Our foe is a glorious hero.
Allow me to stand by your side, Your Highness.

Siege : ...Of course.

Allerdale : Fight... him?
A pathetic, despicable, lying traitor.
How can one like that challenge fate?
It's a wonderful fable, isn't it?
An innocent child wanted to become a hero. But she went bad, and when the hero returned from history, she found his sword at her throat.
The story should end with her death.
She should lose everything. Never to fulfill her destiny.
Vina, I...

Siege : I don't want to hear you talk about "destiny" anymore, Allerdale.
Hold your head high, Allerdale Cumberland. There is no such thing as destiny, for me or for you.
I need to calm him down. Then, if you still want this sword, all you need to do is challenge me, and I'll abide.
This is not your bloody destiny, Allerdale. What you want to do, do it.
But don't say that word anymore.

Allerdale : ......

"The Last Steam Knight" : (Heavy gushing)

Allerdale : He's coming.

After operation

Summary

Allerdale Cumberland. You will meet Vina again, someday.

「The sound of steam.
Heavy gushing. 」

"Stand up, **."
"Training time, **."
"Not bad, **. A Steam Knight at your age! You're our pride, and the pride of Victoria!"

「Unintelligible syllables. Is someone calling his name?
But he cannot remember his own name anymore.
Evans? Jones? Wilson? Lynch?
None of them, and all of them. 」

"We are the Steam Knights."
"We vow to defend Victoria unto our last breath."

「But why...
Why were his fellows hidden in the shadows behind the outlanders' swords?
His comrades fell, one by one.
In the end, he was the only one left. He was The Last Steam Knight.
He cannot fall here. The Steam Knights must not fall.
Victoria needs him. He must fulfill his duty.
No medicine, no matter. The armor will repair his flesh and blood.
No food, no matter. There are always critters crawling in the darkness.
No light, no matter. The sword gives him all the light he needs.
He is not dead. The Steam Knights are not dead. They continue to defend Victoria.
But...
What is Victoria?
I swore an oath before the King, before the people, before the world.
I stood vigil, night after night, but where lies the light of Victoria that I have sworn fealty to?
Is Victoria its king?
They hanged the king.
Is Victoria Parliament and the nobles?
No maintenance, no supplies, no new members. They sent the Steam Knights into mortal danger time after time, in order to feed their greed.
Is Victoria the people?
The people praise the Steam Knights, honor the Steam Knights, glorify the Steam Knights. They place all their hopes, all their dreams upon the Steam Knights. Nothing can carry hopes that are so contradictory, so complex.
What is Victoria?
Does Victoria only exist in the imagination?
There is still the sword, the Sighs of Kings.
It is the symbol of Victoria, beyond all doubt.
Then it will be his Victoria.
Now, someone wants to defile his Victoria.
This is unacceptable.
He cannot lose his last– 」

<Background 1>

[The Steam Knight continues his rampage... ]

"The Last Steam Knight" : (Heavy gushing)
"Victoria."

[...and strikes Siege, who narrowly dodged it. ]

Siege : D-Do you hear, knight?
I cannot command you.
I ask you to allow us to take the sword.
Not because of who I am.
Londinium needs it.
No, not Londinium.
The children shivering in orphanages need it. The farmers who lost hearth and home to war need it.
The workers pouring sweat and blood into their machines need it. The citizens who drink away their helplessness need it.
The soldiers who step forward to protect their homes need it. Rhodes Island, trying to avert disaster, needs it.
It is not a storm that it will dispel. It is the fear.
This is how it must be used.
It's not your Victoria, knight.
Allow me to pass.

[As the Steam Knight walks toward Siege... ]

「Not Victoria?
Then where is Victoria?
The Steam Knight is filled with confusion and anger.
Where is Victoria?!
What is the Victoria that he served?! 」

"The Last Steam Knight" : (Heavy gushing)

[Dagda tries to stop him, but her attacks are ineffective as the Steam Knight goes faster than before. ]

Dagda : He's getting faster!
We can't stop him!

[The Steam Knight strikes at Siege, but Allerdale protects her with her Arts. ]

Siege : Allerdale!

[Allerdale tells Siege while maintaining the barrier, ]

Allerdale : Your Highness Alexandrina.
Do you remember the day we met?
We should have spoken more. You appeared at the ducal manor, with that sword.

Allerdale : It was a beautiful afternoon.
There was music in the garden. The flowers bloomed brightly. People danced and talked about tomorrow. Everything was filled with hope.
I boasted that I would become a Steam Knight.
The light shone upon the sword... and upon you.
They said what happened that afternoon was a miracle.

「She was running.
The freshly-trimmed grass made her feet itch. Jim the Gardener laughed by the bushes. Ailshie ran after her, calling for her to slow down.
But she was eager to run towards the freshly-blooming flowers. They were golden, shining under the sun, like the emblem of House Cumberland.
Her father picked her up, sat her on his shoulder. She lifted her tiny palm, and let her touch the lines on the steam armor.
The broken armor stands up.
Her father is gone. She has grown up, and she no longer stands before the armor. She feels the heavy weight of the armor on her shoulder.
Through her visor, she sees a golden lion at the end of the path. 」

"Allerdale Cumberland.
You will meet Vina again, someday."

<Background 3>

Allerdale : It's been hard for me to believe in miracles, after all these years.
Ailshie told me that I don't know who I will be.
I'm afraid there won't be a "will be".
How old was I? I don't remember. I promised Ailshie that I'd become a Steam Knight and protect everyone.
At least, I have the chance to face a Steam Knight now.
I hear you, Vina. There's no such thing as fate or destiny.
Not for House Cumberland, not for the dukes.
To hell with destiny. I'm tired.
Tired of playing a noble, playing a leader, playing a friend.

Siege : You're the leader of the Self-Salvation Corps because they trust you.
You're my friend because I say you are.

Allerdale : Hah. That's enough, Vina.
Let's put an end to the fable.
Tell Morgan to cast me in a better light in her memoir, Dagda.
Use more refined words, at least.

[Allerdale channeled her Arts as wind blows. ]

Siege : What's going on?

Dagda : The wind...

「A gust of wind blows them outside.
One solemn face falls after another, as the statues of the kings collapse, one by one.
The rubble separates them from the Steam Knight... and someone else.
Siege immediately reacts. 」

Siege : Allerdale!

Allerdale : Forgive me...

「Her lips move slightly.
Siege knows Allerdale called to her.
Was it "Vina"? Or "Your Highness"?
Siege does not know.
She may never know.
The sound is drowned by the rubble.
The door is shut. 」

<Background black>

Allerdale : Alright, come now, my nightmare...
My hope.

"The Last Steam Knight" : (Heavy gushing)

「One scene floats to the surface of the Steam Knight's tumultuous memories.
A girl sheds tears for him before he stands up. 」

<Background 4>

[Totter, now joining with the unidentified assailants, cornered Morgan and Indra. ]

Indra : Pah–
Son of a–

Morgan : There's nowhere to run!

Totter : Last smoke grenade. We still have a chance.

Morgan : You've done enough, mercenary.
Surrender, and they might let you live.

Totter : No way. How many more years would I have to work?

??? : Enough.
End this.

[Siege shows up with the Sighs of Kings in hand. ]

Siege : Were you the ones manipulating Allerdale?
No, it's not you. The cowardly dukes wouldn't dare show their faces here.

??? : Allerdale has failed. Alexandrina has the Sighs of Kings.
What a boring conclusion.

Siege : ......
You know what?
You will do.
You will pay for all that you've done!

[Siege strikes down the assailants with her warhammer. ]

<Background 5>

Act 4
––––––
Finale

[The spotlights center on the children portraying a knight and a tyrant. ]

Tyrant : Stop, traitor!

Knight : Nothing can stop me. You must pay for your crimes.

Tyrant : You will die with me!

Knight : The death of the flesh does not daunt me. Countless eyes will bear witness.
Brave children, you will carry the torch.
You will remember my virtues, and take this hard-earned peace into tomorrow.

[Claps are heard. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Golding : The end.

Molly : That was wonderful, Lady Golding. A great success.

Golding : The product of a year of everyone's hard work.
I wish we were in more peaceful times. That way, Heidi could have been here to see it.

Molly : It's times like these that we need a play like this.
Look how happy the kids are–

[The children runs past Golding and Molly (the Damazti Cluster). ]

Molly : Hey, Leo! Don't run with the props!

Naughty Child : Get back here!

Innocent Child : Get back here!

Naughty Child : Run, run! I'll come for you! Great Victoria will come for you!
Hie over the valleys and over the rivers, rumble-ye-rumble...
Crush them! Squeeze the blood from them!
Die! You'll all die! I'll catch you and kill you!

Innocent Child : Squeeze it out!

Naughty Child : Surrender, Sarkaz!

Innocent Child : Surrender!

Naughty Child : Or not, because I'll catch you!

Molly : Stop! You're ruining Lady Golding's handmade "Steam Armor"!

Golding : ......
They...

Molly : Don't be angry, Lady Golding. They're just playing a game.

Golding : A game...?

Molly : Yes. The play has ended.

Golding : "Squeeze the blood from them"?
It's... the Sarkaz...

「She sees before her eyes the red that filled the bookstore.
She does not even have the strength to vomit. 」

Molly : It's normal.
We're in a war, after all.
The Sarkaz have been arresting people left and right, often in violent ways. The children see them, and emulate their behavior.

Golding : ......
Do you know, Molly...?
Many remnants of Gaul harbor fear of the Steam Knights.
Those who were part of the war will never forget the sound of steam gushing outside their window that night.
But I had hoped that the Steam Knights would be more than just a weapon of death to the children.
I had hoped that there would be beautiful hope in their hearts when they play the Steam Knight.
I thought this was a war I could win.

「Golding's gaze follows the children.
The foam-made steam armor falls to the ground. She tries to pick it up, but pulls back sharply, as though she's been burned. 」

Golding : I thought I was teaching the children...
Now, I realize that they were the ones teaching me a lesson.
This, here, is the ending. The true ending.
Before the wheels of time...
What we do may be utterly meaningless.
The lessons of the books are distant, blurred.
But no one can avoid being shaped by the times.
If they belong to blood, violence and war...
Then, our children will belong to blood, violence and war.
This is unavoidable.
What... what should I...
How could I dream of fighting it?

11-21: Unavoidable

Summary

Hope lingers among the ashes, while thunder rumbles overhead. A real war awaits Rhodes Island and the Self-Salvation Corps.

<Background 1>

[Siege wakes up. ]

Siege : ......

Indra : Vina!

Siege : Did I fall sleep?

Morgan : You're lucky to be out for just a little bit after your injuries.

Dagda : Siege, Self-Salvation Corps reinforcements have arrived. This place is relatively safe. Rest well; we'll be at your side.

Siege : Mm...

「She scans the faces of her friends.
Everyone is bruised and battered, just as she is. But they are alive, and there is still hope in their eyes.
Except... 」

Siege : ...Allerdale.

Clovisia : The door to the Mausoleum of Kings has closed once again.
The Sarkaz have noticed the sound of the Steam Knight, and they must have guessed that the Sighs of Kings has left its home. They're sending men to the palace.
Our scouts have tried to get close to the entrance, but there has been no sign of Allerdale.

Siege : ......

Clovisia : Do you want to talk about what happened below?

Siege : Just as the warriors imagined.
Allerdale Cumberland sacrificed herself to save us.

Clovisia : ...Ah.
Sounds like something Allerdale would do. Cumberland the Ever on High.

Siege : Cumberland...
There's no such thing as Cumberland the Ever on High, Clovisia.
Allerdale protected what she wanted to protect with her life.
Not out of any duty... simply of her own accord.

Clovisia : Her own accord...
Yes, she was brave.
Shame... I had a surprise for Allerdale when she came back.

Siege : This is...

Clovisia : The ducal manor is in ruins, but the scouts found this among the ashes.

Siege : The steam armor of House Cumberland.

Siege : It wasn't lost in the fire...
Haha.

[... ]

Siege : If only she could see this.
Then she would have known that there is no such thing as a fixed path.
The fire had not taken away all the hopes that she placed on the armor.
......

<Background 1>

Siege : Clovisia, we saw a Steam Knight in the Mausoleum of Kings.
Maybe the last one.
Four years ago, the Duke's men lured the Steam Knights into the Mausoleum of Kings, where they were ambushed by the Sarkaz.
That passage is the tomb of the Steam Knights.

Clovisia : What a gruesome scene it must have been, even though I was not there to see it.
He attacked you, didn't he? He attacked the heir to the throne of Victoria.

Siege : He was just doing his job.
He's defending the Sighs of Kings, even if it was merely an excuse to lure the Steam Knights into the mausoleum.

Clovisia : He witnessed comrade after comrade fall, and spent so many years in darkness. The pain must have gnawed away at his sanity.

Siege : ...No.
Words like these are too simple to describe what went through the mind of this warrior.
On one side, the tombs of the kings. On the other, the bodies of his fellows. He defended the silent resting place for countless days and nights.
He was no madman or ghost. His will was so strong that it conquered death.
By his own will, he exacted revenge on a Victoria that betrayed him.
By his own will, he defended the symbol of Victoria.
......
I don't know if we'll ever see him again.
If... if he can escape the darkness...
May he once again find what he wants to defend.

<Background 2>

[A Kazdelian Sarkaz warrior reports to Manfred, ]

Sarkaz Warrior : We found the mercenaries who went to Highbury, general.

Manfred : Bring them forward.

Sarkaz Warrior : Yes, sir.

[Paprika is brought to Manfred. ]

Paprika : *cough* *cough* L-Let me go!

Manfred : ......
A mere girl...

Sarkaz Warrior : She was found tied up on the streets with her fellow mercenaries.
I checked her weapons, and there were few signs of use. She hardly even qualifies as a merc.

Manfred : Is that so?

Paprika : ......

Manfred : Speak, mercenary.
Did you not kill a single Victorian?

Paprika : Uwah...

Manfred : Are you afraid of me?

Paprika : N-No!
I-I failed my mission. You can punish me. But l-let the others go!

Manfred : ......
Take her back.

Paprika : What...?

Sarkaz Warrior : General...

Manfred : You said she hardly qualifies as a mercenary.
Young Sarkaz like her don't understand what we fight for, nor the true face of our enemy, because no one ever taught her.
The real war is about to begin.

<Background 3>

[Rockrock reunites with Feist. ]

Rockrock : Feist!

Feist : Rockrock... ha, Squad 11 of the Self-Salvation Corps, back together again, eh?

Rockrock : There's only the two of us left from Squad 11.

Feist : Right.
But I'm sure we'll grow again.
We have the Doctor and the commander, after all.

Doctor : What's the situation, Clovisia? / How is the Corps faring, Clovisia?

Clovisia : The retreat was initiated on-time, but we suffered heavy casualties.
And we're facing a supply shortage after Allerdale went missing.
If only we had more hands...

[Totter and a mercenary joins in. ]

Victorian Mercenary : You've got a few here.

Clovisia : Totter?

Totter : My employer has gone missing, so my contract is now null and void.

Clovisia : Are you sure you want to stay?

Totter : We're already here. Hard to get out when you're on the wrong side of the Sarkaz anyway.
And we fought alongside Dagda's group in the mausoleum.
I may not have made it out alive, if not for them.
Another debt... I guess I need to push my retirement back.

[Misery joins in alongside Horn. ]

Misery : Doctor, we're here.

Doctor : Hello, Misery. / On time as usual.

Horn : Sorry. I wished we'd moved quicker and helped you at the command tower.

Clovisia : And you are...?

Horn : Horn, leader of the 2nd squad of the Tempest Platoon of Victoria.
Misery helped us break into a prison at the border of Auchterigg and Highbury a few hours ago.
We rescued a Defense Force patrol that was about to be executed for refusing to fight for the Sarkaz.
We'll be operating with Rhodes Island and the Self-Salvation Corps from this point on.

Doctor : Looks like we have some new friends, Clovisia.

Clovisia : Thank you, everyone.
It's a pleasant surprise, one that has opened up many possibilities.
Although we took heavy losses, we did manage to obtain important information about the Sarkaz supply lines.

Feist : Commander, Doctor, here's the intel on potential depots in Highbury.
Add to that the data that Closure obtained from the command tower...

Doctor : We'll be able to locate the supply line. / The hint to our next step lies within this intel.

Clovisia : Understood.
We'll make preparations for the battles ahead.

<Background 1>

[Siege looks at the Sighs of Kings. ]

Siege : ......
Kyngasycath, the Sighs of Kings.

Siege : I know you're there, Gawain.
Show yourself.

「There is no one around her. 」

Siege : ...Duty.
You've been with me all this time. What is the duty that you've chosen for me?
To put a king on the throne of Victoria again?

「Silence. 」

Siege : Allerdale... she aspired to be a Steam Knight, yet...
We can't always know what we're heading towards.
If, one day–
If, one day I strayed from the destiny that you chose for me.
Would you become my nightmare?

「The only sound in the underground space is a quiet sigh. 」

<Background 4>

Ascalon : ......

Doctor : Ascalon. / Hello, Ascalon.

Ascalon : ......

Doctor : How are Kal'tsit's injuries?

Ascalon : ...Serious.
But Shining is here. She'll recover.
If the Banshee Lord and I arrived in time...

Doctor : Repelling the Sanguinarch was plenty. / It's not your fault. / We got away only because you slowed the "Red-Eye".

Ascalon : ......

Doctor : Amiya...

Ascalon : She's recovering. You can see it. She won't let herself sleep for too long.

Doctor : I didn't see what she saw. / I'm never there with her when I should be.

Ascalon : You've always cared a lot about Amiya. All the versions of you.

Doctor : I never had a chance to ask.
Did you suspect that I was pretending to have amnesia? / Do you trust me, Ascalon?

Ascalon : My dagger will answer that question.
...When necessary.

Doctor : I want to know the truth of what happened four years ago.

Ascalon : ......

Doctor : I've asked Kal'tsit. / I've asked Amiya.
But I don't know what's true and what's not.

Ascalon : ......

Doctor : I hardly ever get a chance to sit down and talk to you. / You're always quiet.
Can you tell me what you saw?

Ascalon : Four years ago, you sent me on a mission away from the landship.
Her Majesty had left us by the time I returned.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : What was the situation at Rhodes Island?

Ascalon : Rhodes Island had to escape before Theresis's army surrounded us.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : What about Amiya?

Ascalon : Amiya was in a coma after inheriting the King of Sarkaz's powers.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : What about Kal'tsit?

Ascalon : She wanted to save Rhodes Island, save Amiya, and save you.

Doctor : Save me?

Ascalon : ......
It was Her Majesty's final order.

Doctor : ......

[Amiya wakes up. ]

Amiya : Doctor... Doctor... Dr. {nickname}...

Doctor : Amiya...
I'm here. / I won't leave you.

「Amiya grabs your clothing subconsciously, then slowly loosens her grip.
Tears flow from her eyes. 」

Amiya : Theresa...
She showed me the voices of the Sarkaz souls.
They wanted to take revenge on everyone who has wronged the Sarkaz. They wanted to take revenge on Dr. Kal'tsit.

Doctor : Kal'tsit? / What does this have to do with her?

Amiya : ...I believe that everything I felt was real, Doctor.
I remember how Dr. Kal'tsit and Theresa spent many nights talking at Rhodes Island.
I remember how Dr. Kal'tsit went a whole week without sleeping to save a group of Sarkaz Infected.
But it's true that she wronged the Sarkaz, two hundred years ago...
Dr. Kal'tsit must have told Theresa why she did it at the time.
And Theresa must have accepted it, which was why they became such good friends.
But even I... even I, who knows Dr. Kal'tsit so well...
I felt anger and sorrow when I felt the memories of the war.
........
Maybe that's what Theresa wanted to tell me.
Theresa wanted to tell me why she sided with the souls of the Sarkaz.
They are there... above Londinium.

Doctor : ......

「The sound of thunder approaches.
It is outside the window, above your heads, never far away. 」

Doctor : War is coming.

「You hold Amiya's hand.
The two of you look up at the sky together. 」

「Rumble. Rumble. Rumble.
Even the nearby cities feel the vibration, not just Londinium.
A massive object, the likes of which has never been seen before, rises up from the dark clouds.
Behind it, the thick clouds atop The Shard finally crack open. Those who have raised their heads to look up finally realize it was no ordinary cloud that surrounded Londinium. 」

「It was a Catastrophe cloud, far more massive than what any Catastrophe Messenger has ever recorded.
Sparks fly out of the overcharged black clouds, rumbling like thunder.
The strange flying machine is like the eye of the storm.
Beneath its gaze, there is nowhere for the enemies of the Sarkaz to run. 」

<Background 5>

「2:28 P.M. / Overcast
Tradersmill City, Victoria 」

Bagpipe : Chenchen!

[Ch'en, now wearing a formal attire, does not respond to Bagpipe. ]

Ch'en : ......

Bagpipe : What're you daydreamin' about? Hughes is waitin' for us. Sounds like he got a really solid lead.

Ch'en : ......

[Harmonie walks out of a nearby house... ]

Harmonie : ......

[...whom Ch'en recognizes. ]

Ch'en : The one who just left Hughes's house...

Bagpipe : Look at this crowd. Who are you talking about?

Ch'en : The green-haired Feline.
I think I've seen her before.

Bagpipe : Well, you've got a better memory for faces than I do. Maybe she was there to talk business with Hughes? Did you see her at the station a few days ago?

Ch'en : ...No.
It's a memory from many years ago.

Bagpipe : Not a criminal you caught in Lungmen, is she?

Ch'en : If that was it, I wouldn't have forgotten.
........
Never mind. We can just ask Hughes.

[Ch'en and Bagpipe leaves as Harmonie watches them. ]

Harmonie : ...Bagpipe.
I've seen the other in the intel too.
Hehe...
We almost had a touching reunion.

<Background 6>

「Victoria South Office 」

Reed : Hello.

Rhodes Island Operator : You're... I've seen you in the sickbay at HQ, haven't I?

Reed : There's something I would like to ask of you.
Please give this letter to Dr. Kal'tsit and Dr. {nickname}.

Rhodes Island Operator : You... ahem. Are you planning to leave the office?
You should submit an application, like the other evacuating operators. Just so that HR is on top of things, you know...

Reed : They know.
They know there's something I have to do.
I'll only bring danger to the rest of you, if I stay here.

Rhodes Island Operator : You want to protect Rhodes Island?

Reed : Rhodes Island... is a quiet place.
I like it here, and I'm thankful to you. Especially the Sankta who left us... you've given me the peace that I always sought.
And now, I repay this peace.
I'm ready.

<Background 7>

Victorian Officer : The Sarkaz airship has taken off within Londinium.
The heir to the Duchy of Cumberland is missing. The Duke of Caster did not obtain the Sighs of Kings.
A dozen Messengers have visited your demesne in a single day.
They want to know whether you are ready to grant them an audience.

[The Duke of Wellington, one of Victoria's Grand Dukes, stay silent for a moment... ]

Duke of Wellington : –
What do you think, Your Highness... Princess Eblana?

[...before looking at the Leader of Dublinn, whose name is revealed to be Eblana. ]

??? : Duke Wellington...
Right before my eyes... I see a new Taran era.

12-1: Heat Wave

Summary

The Military Commission of Kazdel's airship fires the opening salvo of the war, and Norport Borough, having been separated from Londinium, bears the brunt of the coming storm. Reunion, led by Nine, is also moving towards Londinium with the goal of gathering strength.

<Background black>

「New red wheat seeds, a burdenbeast saddle
Mill operation unit, looking for previously owned
Spine massager? May need mail order
Two woolen coats, Swinton's tailorshop, dad's needs its hem trimmed short.
<The Romance of Ives> (crossed out) (I said, I forgot)
Grab some cheap candy to tide the kids over
Ask George if you can borrow his medal! 」

<Background 1>

[A veteran soldier greets a young soldier. ]

Veteran Officer : Piers.

Young Soldier : Yes, Captain!

Veteran Officer : I heard your leave was approved.

Young Soldier : Yes, I suppose it went rather well. It's all thanks to...

Veteran Officer : It's all thanks to that babyface of yours, lad.
The brass occasionally want to put up a facade of caring about their subordinates. They call it good branding.

Young Soldier : Haha, I guess the brass happened to be in a good mood.
The mill back home stopped working and the old carpenter there broke his leg again, so my mother asked me home to help out.
Ten days of leave, minus eight days on the road. A day and a half is more than enough for me to deal with that rickety antique!
I left an extra half-day open, just in case my dad needs help tilling the other part of the field.

[The young soldier hands a list to the veteran soldier. ]

Young Soldier : Oh right, I should pick up another dozen work gloves. The ones back home are past their prime.

Veteran Officer : Hmm. Is this... a shopping list?

Young Soldier : That's right, Captain. Just so nothing is missing. I don't know when I'm going to get time off again.

Veteran Officer : Hopefully you've earned yourself a real medal or two by then.

Young Soldier : Of course. All for Victoria!

Veteran Officer : That's the kind of ambition I want to see, lad.
I once knew a bloke named Todd. He and I fought against those Spire Casters out on the frontier, and he earned himself a solid gold medal.
What a beautiful thing that was, glittering as it hung on his chest. It shone so brightly nobody could take their eyes off it.
Our beloved Duke Windermere personally awarded him the medal, which is the highest of honors for any soldier. But, at the celebration banquet later on, old Todd had a bitter look on his face.
Can you guess why?

Young Soldier : Because he wasn't satisfied with the merits he earned?

Veteran Officer : No, no. It's much worse than that.
He couldn't lift his mug to take a swig of beer. His hands got replaced with a pair of wooden prosthetics, hah!

「The veteran officer grins, showing a mouthful of yellowed teeth.
The young soldier laughs dryly. He knows this is one of the officer's many poor jokes.
The wind is so strong on the deck that the soldier has to hold on to the brim of his hat, letting out a loud yet harmless sneeze.
No matter the season or weather, standing on the deck of a prancing high-speed battleship always makes one want to wrap himself in his coat.
The young soldier thinks to himself– Wells is in charge today; how many cans of rations did that pudgy, bald man swipe?
But, the creamy vegetable chowder he makes is without equal, and if fortune is on his side, that old bastard might even throw in a healthy serving of fowlbeast into the soup.
He figures that he should leave after the sun sets and he finishes dinner.
The mobile fortress they're stationed in has already reached Londinium's vicinity. When the weather is clear, they can even see the pinnacle of The Shard on the horizon.
After returning to the station, he'd board the logistics squad's transport vehicle and head to the nearest town first, where he'd be able to have a drink or two at the tavern.
In the early morning, there'd be cobblers heading into town to sell their wares. Two boxes of tobacco would let them hitch a ride.
The young soldier recalls those barns from back home, always filled with the fermented smell of composted straw.
Even now, that smell occasionally wafts to him in his dreams, making him want to pinch his nose. But at the same time, it represents a connection with his hometown. 」

[... ]

「If it only occurs occasionally, then so be it. He furrows his brows quietly, deciding not to continue deluding himself with these sentiments.
Even if it's only occasional, he doesn't want to experience that stench again. He must admit, that is always the biggest impediment every time he returns home. 」

Veteran Officer : Ugh, the fog's rising again. I'll never get used to Londinium's bloody weather.
Wasn't much better when we were stationed at Leithanien's outskirts, but at least you could enjoy a little sunshine in the afternoon.
Go. Tell the Captain, we can't see a thing at this weather observation outpost. Something's interfering with the radar too. We should head back.
Caster's forces are obediently maintaining formation, Gododdin moved his men further back. Other than the few familiar faces in the forward team, old Wellington's main force still hasn't shown up.
Other than our dear Duke Windermere, the remaining seven dukes are watching on from the sidelines. The patrol's over.

Young Soldier : Sir, that Sarkaz...

Veteran Officer : None of our business. The brass always have their own agenda.

Young Soldier : But, I heard that Londinium's...

Veteran Officer : Piers, I've been a soldier for over a decade. After drinking and playing cards, the most important thing I've picked up from being in the army is–
Those rumors you hear are always bunkum and balderdash. Never pay any heed to them. The officers in the back have their eyes on the map and will take care of everything; ours is but to do and die.

Young Soldier : Isn't it our duty... to defend Victoria?
Only they can decide what Victoria is, boy. Our job is simply to follow orders.

Veteran Officer : Go and head back. Our day of peace is over.
I ought to treat myself to a hot shower. This damn fog's making my bones ache.

<Background black>

「Maybe things have been too stressful these days. The young soldier begins to thank himself for taking some time off to unwind.
The battlefield always puts people on edge, even more so when you don't know where the when or where war will break out, or who you can trust.
He thinks to himself, it's a bit clammy.
He lifts his hand to undo the first button of his shirt. Seeing as how his dear officer had just declared the end of the armistice, a little disregard for protocol shouldn't matter.
He thinks of the fireplace back home. A few years ago, he came home wearing a brand-new military outfit, unwilling to undo even a single button despite sweating profusely from the heat of hearth. For that, the young lass Shirley laughed at him for quite some time.
The young soldier curls the corner of his lips. 」

Young Soldier : Heh. That's why I didn't bring you your sappy romance novel. Payback.

[Before the young soldier could realize... ]

<Background 2>

[The Victorian battleship from before is attacked by one of the Kazdelian airships as Manfred watches from its corridors. ]

Manfred : ......

Royal Court Soldier : Main cannon output is normal. Confirming target destroyed.

Manfred : Good.
Begin preparations for the next phase. The dukes will react soon.

Manfred : ......

[Theresa walks by. ]

Manfred : Your Highness.

Royal Court Soldier : Y-Your Highness!

Theresa : Hmm, a new face?

Royal Court Soldier : Y-Yes! Your Highness, I was just promoted from the mercenary unit by the General!
It... It is the greatest honor... You've always been my...

Theresa : It's an honor to make your acquaintance as well. What is your name?

Royal Court Soldier : My name... My name is...
......

[The soldier looks nervous. ]

Royal Court Soldier : (whispers) I don't have a formal name... They just call me "Elbow."
Uhh... Damn, I should've picked a name from a book.

Theresa : "Elbow"... Why that name?

Royal Court Soldier : It's nothing, I just got burnt when I was drinking soup... I mean, it's a stupid story, hardly worth your attention, Your Highness...

Theresa : You must've been holding your bowl too high.

Royal Court Soldier : No! It was "Plug"! That bastard ran into me! The next time I see him, I swear...

Manfred : Your Highness.

Royal Court Soldier : Oh, I... I'm sorry, General, Your Highness.

Theresa : You may leave. It seems you still have a lot of work to do.
I heard they're serving creamy vegetable chowder at the airship garrison tonight. Don't miss supper time.

Royal Court Soldier : ......
Thank you, Your Highness Theresa.
We...
"When each battle ends, the Sarkaz have a home to return to."
We'll be able to return to Kazdel soon, right?

Theresa : ......
Of course.

[The soldier leaves. ]

Theresa : I prefer to be with them rather than with the aristocrats of the Royal Court.
Each and every moment, the collective souls of the Sarkaz force me to my knees, immersing me in our long and painful history.
But they... these newly-grown children, give me a tangible sense of the future.
And... what should we do with this future? Consign it to another round of wars sweeping across the land?
When scorched earth spreads as far as the eye can see, will these new seedlings sprout as we hope?
Hope is as weighty as ever, Manfred.

Manfred : Your Highness...
In accordance with the Military Commission's plans, a section of Londinium has been detached. As of right now, it has arrived at the designated location, parked between the main city and the dukes' encirclement.
It will become the cornerstone and launchpad of our next offensive, and this airship will also temporarily dock there.
The Duke of Windermere should soon receive news that her high-speed battleship has been destroyed, but she also cannot ignore the threat this airship poses, which in turn will help the Nachzehrer King's front develop.
In accordance with the Regent's instructions, we must next...

Theresa : Take a look outside, General.

「Manfred turns to look out the window.
He is forced to admit that the carefully-planned flames burning before his eyes are... not as exhilarating as he had imagined. 」

Manfred : The firelight is blinding.
Our war has finally broken out.
According to the Military Commission's projections, the dukes will cautiously proceed with military operations within sixteen hours. We have already made our preparations.

Theresa : No, the war never ended.
It is not only ranks ripping through other ranks that is worthy of the name of war. Those eyes lurking behind the curtains, those curses whispered in the dead of night, those suppressed cries... are all war.
Those compatriots who perished alone in the barrens, those robes dragged across the ground during the Black Processions, those Kazdel bricks and tiles sealed away in a collector's glass display case... are also all war.
War has always been a part of us. We simply... pushed it out for all to see once again.

Manfred : Even if the flames of war were ignited in Victoria, Kazdel has always been a part of the battlefield. I've already made many plans with the General about this...

Theresa : No, Manfred, that's not what I was asking.
I simply observed that beneath our feet, the shadow of this airship covers all indiscriminately.
Put an end to it, General. If this ultimately is proven to be the only way for the Sarkaz...
Then, drown tears with tears, and bury suffering with suffering.

Manfred : ......
This... is the only way.
I will carry out your will, Your Highness.

<Background 3>

[Two Reunion fighters witnessed the airship. ]

Uneasy Reunion Fighter : ......
You see that?

Crippled Reunion Fighter : No mistake about it. Looks like it came straight out of a storybook.
The harbinger of destruction. The prophet of turmoil. Nightmare given form...

Uneasy Reunion Fighter : So...
You ever see that gloompincer as big as a mountain, lugging along its chest of perfume?

Crippled Reunion Fighter : Yup, just like Red-Nosed Humbert talked about.

Uneasy Reunion Fighter : ......
Nine said before, you're in no condition to be drinking.

Crippled Reunion Fighter : I only had a sip! I don't have much time left. Leave me with my last bit of hope!
You still remember that night on the snowfield, right? Everyone was freezing to death, and Red-Nosed Humbert told us about a strange legend from his village–

Uneasy Reunion Fighter : Sorry... I signed on in Victoria.

Crippled Reunion Fighter : Oh really? I thought...
Yeah, Red-Nosed Humbert died back in Ursus. He was a good guy, took at least four of those Patrol Unit bastards with him.
Damn it, you would've appreciated him and his stories. Gotta pour one out for him.

[Nine walks toward the fighters. ]

Nine : You're drunk again, Romanich. How many times do I have to tell you? Hand over the flagon.

Crippled Reunion Fighter : Ma'am, I don't have much longer to live, c'mon...

Nine : You've still got a long life ahead of you, if you listen to the doctor.

Crippled Reunion Fighter : I, I hate doctors! They're all liars, all of 'em!

[The drunk fighter collapses. ]

Crippled Reunion Fighter : I need these fluids... They let me see... (mutters softly)...

Uneasy Reunion Fighter : He's asleep again.

Nine : Toss him a blanket.
We can't be too far from Londinium now.

Uneasy Reunion Fighter : Yeah. If we're lucky, we'll be able to see those city walls in just over a week. It'd be faster if we could fix that piece-of-junk car.
You don't see Catastrophes too often around Londinium, but given the current situation, it's virtually impossible not to bump into any of the dukes' troops. And none of 'em are gonna welcome us.
Then, throw the Sarkaz on top...

Nine : We need to be even more cautious during our subsequent operations.
We need to find our trapped people, whether they still think they're our people or not.
Getting everyone back together is difficult... but, we still feel the same pain and share the same sorrow. Those feelings never stop chasing us, and they force us to keep moving forward.
I'm not saying that just to cope, but... this is the only thing we can do with full peace of mind–
Let those Infected on the verge of despair know that they still have comrades out there, and that their lives aren't disposable.

[The fighter leaves. ]

Nine : ......
Stay where you belong.

[Talulah stands behind Nine. ]

Nine : Talulah.

Talulah : ......
Nine.
I'm just getting a breath of fresh air.

Nine : Fine. I have my eye on you.

Talulah : Flames are burning... Out there, in the distance.

Nine : They've been burning for some time now. Hopefully, it's just a patch of woods struck by lightning.
Our squad will cross over.

Talulah : Lightning, huh...?

Nine : I saw you were making stew back at camp.

Talulah : I was just helping out the cook. She still had two baskets of potatoes to get through.

Nine : I gave it a taste. Wasn't too bad.

Talulah : Alina... I mean, an old friend once taught me a few things.
I thought I had forgotten it all.

Nine : If you're still willing to play a part before facing justice, I won't stop you.
But, you'd best remember who you are, Talulah. We'll be watching you. All of us.

Talulah : ...I know.

Nine : Start packing up. It's time to go.

[Nine and Talulah leaves. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[The aslept Reunion fighter wakes up. ]

Crippled Reunion Fighter : Huh? I fell asleep? Damn it...
C'mon, Nine! Take pity on this old man and let me have another sip! Otherwise, I'm as good as dead today!
Bah! Did you see that? The edge of the sky's blood red! Red-Nosed Humbert said...
He said that's a good omen... A good omen, I tell you!
He said that was... the other shore? Victory? Uhh, I don't exactly remember...
Maybe, maybe...
Maybe it means... Tomorrow will be a good day, my friends.

Operation story: 12-2

Before operation

Summary

Victoria's dukes have begun to respond to the developments in Norbert[sic] Borough, but rescue does not seem to be their objective. At the same time, the tragedy in Norbert[sic] has begun to unfold.

<Background black>

[A voice message is being transmitted. ]

「"We've confirmed that a high-speed warship belonging to the Duke of Windermere was attacked by an unknown Sarkaz weapon. There were no survivors."
"Our preliminary conclusion is that the weapon in question is indeed the structure that briefly appeared in the skies over Londinium."
"Based on frontline evaluation from the remote observation team, the weapon's powerful mid-air suspension abilities and the efficiency of its Originium Arts generator deserve due caution."
"It is impossible to evaluate the Sarkaz's technological base for manufacturing large-scale armed aerial vehicles given the information we currently have. We are in the process of gathering more intel."
"However, until it has been proven that the Sarkaz possess the technological means to mass-produce such weapons, we would recommend against categorizing this target at the highest threat level for the time being, as countermeasures have already been deployed." 」

「"It should also be noted that Norport Borough, Londinium's old logistics district, was separated from the main body of Londinium City yesterday."
"The plate is now docked by itself between the city and the Londinium peripheral front formed by the various dukes."
"We have reason to suspect that the Sarkaz are trying to convert this plate into a forward operating base, using it to support their slate of large-scale military operations in the foreseeable future."
"It will likely also be used as a temporary stop for that large-scale Sarkaz weapon."
"The current commander of the Londinium Defense Forces, Lt. Colonel Lettou, issued a statement claiming that Norport was accidentally separated from Londinium's main body due to 'technical reasons.'"
"A large number of Londinium citizens still remain on the plate, and the Defense Forces are preparing to launch a 'rescue plan' for these citizens."
"The remote observation team has provided several photos taken on the scene." 」

「"At the moment, we are not planning any large-scale operations against this plate."
"However, intelligence personnel believe that a series of irregular staffing transfers between the Duke of Windermere's mobile fortress and 'Irnclad Galavae' over the last eight hours is likely related to the situation in Norport."
"Several analysts have pointed out that the Duke of Windermere's military claims to this plate are more radical than we previously anticipated, and the specific reasons behind this warrant a more in-depth investigation."
"We are monitoring the other dukes' attitudes and subsequent actions in response to this Sarkaz attack, and will be submitting routine analysis reports at shorter intervals."
"Awaiting further instructions." 」

[The transmission ends. ]

<Background 1>

Duke of Caster : ..."Technical reasons".
How unsophisticated.
But, it gets the job done. They know full well... that we all care greatly about our own reputations. Especially in the face of Victoria's coming future.
So, they also decided to throw out a bit of bait... Hmph. A flying fortress, huh?
It pains me to say this, but, as long as they're holding Norport Borough at gunpoint, things are going to get messy.
Now, even Wellington doesn't have the nerve to rush over with his high-speed warship, rain fire down on the old logistics area, and snatch away his new toy.
But he won't be able to resist the temptation.

High-Ranking Officer : Affirmative. The Duke of Wellington's troops have sped up their advance. We suspect he's already gained intel on the airship.
This massive airship is indeed beyond our calculations, and it has the potential to reshape future wars. But, as the intelligence says, we're far from the point of things spiraling out of control.
According to our estimates, even if the Sarkaz had a secret channel for transporting supplies, they wouldn't have had the time or resources to build multiple airships.
Those damned devils can hardly bring out the value of this technology, but perhaps we can.

Duke of Caster : That's right. Naturally, this is extremely important to me. Even if I don't give the order, I expect that you'll bring it to me.
However, our gaze ought to be cast wider than just this singular piece of technology.
What really worries me is...
We've let the Sarkaz run amok in the Shard for far too long. Even the most dim-witted fools will eventually figure out what lies behind those buttons and levers.
Allerdale... I don't blame her. She was never ambitious enough– that was her strong suit, and I allowed her to keep it. But, it doesn't look like there's any way to make use of our "Stone of the Sword."

High-Ranking Officer : Rest assured, the dukes who supported you, along with their vassals, are still resolutely on your side.

Duke of Caster : I promised them peace and safety, and I will deliver.
Forever honor one's commitments– that has always been the motto of House Caster since ancient times.

High-Ranking Officer : "Trilby Asher" is already being dealt with.

Duke of Caster : Naturally. They always have a way.

High-Ranking Officer : Then, Your Grace, about the citizens of Norport...

Duke of Caster : Lt. Colonel Lettou said that he was preparing a "rescue plan."
You won't go wrong putting your trust in that Gaulish commander. I've met him before– he's an interesting man.
The Sarkaz have never publicly claimed to "occupy" Londinium, as it has nominally been under the control of the Defense Forces.
And this Lieutenant Colonel has managed to survive in his position for four years without getting caught up in any major trouble either...
We all know how what those devils are like, so that fact alone is respectable enough.
Who knows, maybe he's more keen on becoming a "savior" than we are.

High-Ranking Officer : I see what you're saying.

Duke of Caster : Getting the right people into the right positions, and turning valued friends into truly loyal partners... is harder than we initially expected.
Old Wellington knows what I want, and I know what he wants.
Though we've never talked about these things openly, we naturally helped each other, all while keeping an extra knife sharpened for one another.
Poor thing. Windermere's been playing with the Leithanians for so long, it might be a while until she remembers how Victoria works.

High-Ranking Officer : Indeed, we still don't quite understand why the Duke of Windermere is so keenly interested in Norport's affairs. Does she also want that airship technology?
Maybe she wants to add another card to her hand? She knows she's in for a rough time soon.

Duke of Caster : With opportunity comes desire. Both are as honey, equally effective at leading people into the abyss.
That cousin of mine failed to understand this, which is why he's been dead for twenty-six years.
You know, he still appears in my dreams, from time to time.
Can't say I ever liked him. He was a bombastic, self-righteous boy.
When we were young, he'd run up and down the corridors of the palace, spouting quotes from past kings he saw in some book.
And, he'd always spew the same trite platitudes.
"A role model for the masses," "noblesse oblige," what have you.
He treated those words as his guiding compass, though they probably didn't even come from the kings they were attributed to. In all likelihood, they were flattering embellishments added by the royal archivists.
He actually believed those words, and paid the price for it.
But despite all that, I sometimes still miss him.
During those years he was still around, we could pretend that all was well.
But now, even the dullest of men must open their eyes.
Open their eyes, and bear witness to all our ugliness, covetousness, and opportunism–
War has broken out, and its advent has fulfilled everyone's wishes at all.

High-Ranking Officer : Your Grace, this is also your chance to unite Victoria.

Duke of Caster : Hah. Unity...

High-Ranking Officer : Victoria has been trodden upon and sullied for far too long. You have the right to restore her glory.
This war is for Victoria.

Duke of Caster : No, no, my child. This war is not for Victoria alone.
"Victoria." How we love to speak the name of our country–
No. It's nothing more than a rag to cover festering abscesses when the people are in need of morality, an empty husk to exploit hope when the people are in need of dignity.
All those farmers, laborers, soldiers, and nobles... All these who despise each other, who grope at each others' throats. Why does lumping all of them together make the great Victoria?
When they speak of Victoria, what is it they refer to? The fields they've tilled for half a lifetime? The factories that've gorged on their blood and tears?
Collections of looted artifacts? Great halls of imported carpets? A splotch of color with a line of text on an atlas? Or, a news headline and a set of economic figures on a television set?
Or, is it the vast, glorious, and invincible empire built upon the foundations of each man's imagination?
Let us prepare ourselves. Let us wait with bated breath.
Take a good look. Witness where this war will take us.

<Background 2>

[A citizen approaches a Sarkaz soldier guarding a fenced off area. ]

Timid Citizen : Good day, sir–

Sarkaz Soldier : Lemme guess. You wanna be strung up on that fence too, huh?
To be honest, I don't have a lot of fun with that job. I suggest you turn around and crawl back to where you belong.

Timid Citizen : No, please wait, good sir! I just... The others just wanted me to come talk to you...
Err, that's not what I meant... We just have a few trivial issues, so if you could show us a bit of mercy...

Sarkaz Soldier : When did you Victorians start taking us devils for a bunch of bleeding hearts?

Timid Citizen : All we wanted... was to know what's going on in Norport Borough...

Sarkaz Soldier : Nothing worth mentioning.

Timid Citizen : What if... Look, we can still scrounge up some valuable trinkets. Surely, you've heard of Sargon's gems...? I have a number of them here...

Sarkaz Soldier : Get lost.

Timid Citizen : I get it, you're not interested, huh? I also have a collection of old Gaulish paintings that are said to be priceless– Oh, alright! M-Maybe I was out of line to say that. This is going to cost me my life, isn't it...?
How about a Sankta patron firearm? I just happen to have one stashed away back home...

Sarkaz Soldier : Interesting... You got your hands on an angel's guardian gun huh?

Timid Citizen : Oh, um, it's not mine though! It's just for safekeeping... Heavens, those angels from the Notarial Hall are going to flay me alive if they find out, but if you're interested–
I just happened to hear, you– Err, the Sarkaz enjoy collecting them, so...

Sarkaz Soldier : Listen up. I prefer my angelic toys freshly looted from a pile of corpses. Now, piss off.

Angry Citizen : Sarkaz! We just want to know what's going on! This is a perfectly legitimate request!
So many of us have been driven out of our homes and crammed into a little ghetto with no place to live, no food, and no freedom. Now, all we want is an explanation!

Sarkaz Soldier : Are all these houses not good enough for you? Pick a door, any door– knock on one of them, and get your sorry ass inside. What more do you want? A bathtub with a built-in back massager?

Angry Citizen : You can't treat us like this! Where are the Defense Forces? I personally know Lettou and want to speak with him! We haven't broken any rules!

[A pink-haired Feline grabs the angry citizen to calm him down... ]

Feline Woman : That's enough, mister. Be careful...
They're armed!

[...but he resisted. ]

Angry Citizen : Let go of me! What do I have to be careful for? Listen up, Sarkaz! I've lived here for thirty years! This is my city! This is my neighborhood!
I know you've taken over those factories. I know you lust after Londinium's wealth, so take it. Splitting off a few factories won't put a dent in Victoria's glory.
But I am my own man! Not even the King can take my home!
Tell me, why did Norport Borough drive out of Londinium overnight? What's the meaning of all these walls outside the borough?!

Feline Woman : Hey... Are you trying to get yourself killed?

[The Sarkaz soldier unsheathed his sword... ]

Sarkaz Soldier : What possessed you into thinking... that you could challenge my authority?

Timid Citizen : Wait, please, good sir! He doesn't know what he's talking about!

[...and slashes the timid angry without warning, severely injuring him as he collapses. ]

Angry Citizen : Urk... Nngh...

Sarkaz Soldier : What a waste.
Listen up, you sorry worms. To tell the truth, I'd like nothing more than to slaughter each and every one of you right now. Seeing your faces makes me sick. But the boss says you lot are still useful.
So I promised him– I'd show a little restraint.
This is the grace I've afforded you, but know that I can take it back just as easily.

Feline Woman : Hurry! Run! Get away from here!

[The Sarkaz soldier slashes at the timid citizen, but narrowly misses though he collapses in fear... ]

Timid Citizen : H-Help!

[...before getting back up and running away. ]

Sarkaz Soldier : Run, run, as fast you can, pathetic Victorians! You've had your fun already! Now, it's your time to get a taste of the life once forced onto us!
Hide in every nook and cranny, hide beneath every shadow. Rip up your morality and swallow your dignity! This is everything we Sarkaz have experienced! Now, rejoice, because it's yours too!
Call it equality. This is the kind of equality you've never known!
Explain myself? Answer your questions?
No, this is war, you dipshits!
Learn it! Embrace it! Just like we did for thousands of years!

<Background 3>

[The timid citizen made it into an alley. ]

Timid Citizen : *sob*... *sob*...
I... *sob*... Where am I...?

??? : Stop your blubbering already.
Did you think they invited you here for a picnic? You can guess where the people who weren't so willing to come ended up.

Timid Citizen : You're...

[The one talking to the citizen reveals herself to be Baird of the Glasgow Gang. ]

Baird : Call me Baird. You're hurt, and need your wounds dressed.
Follow me.

After operation

Summary

The Glasgow Gang, under the leadership of their new boss Cador, arduously defends their gym. Golding, under close monitoring, has no choice but to send Molly to warn the Self-Salvation Corps to evacuate.

<Background 4>

[Baird returns to Glasgow's gym with the timid citizen from before in tow. ]

Baird : Alright. We should be safe here.
Cador, it's still a mess outside. We're most certainly not in Londinium anymore. I reckon we can see the situation outside the plate from the top of the old loading tower, but I can't get near it. It's outside the restricted area.
And I reckon even if you could spot anything, it wouldn't mean a thing. The Sarkaz keep a close eye, and... there are too many of them.

[Cador, one of Glasgow's members, replies, ]

Cador : Alright.
And what's the old bloke's story?

Baird : Hmph, he was trying to talk terms with the Sarkaz?

Cador : And how did that turn out?

Baird : Take a look yourself.

<Background fades out and in>

Baird : There. That's about all I can do, bandaging your wound.

Timid Citizen : Thank... Thank you.
Goodness... Why... Just what happened?

Cador : What else could've happened? The Sarkaz have been in Londinium for four years now.
You can't possibly still think they were invited here by that poor sod Cavendish as his guests, right?

Timid Citizen : But they haven't ever...

Cador : Haven't ever what?
You must be one of those noblemen who never leave their mansions and need their maids to fetch them their morning cystymilk. How'd you fall so low as to find yourself in Norport?

Timid Citizen : No, no, I'm but a scholar. I have merely run into certain... troubles financially. As soon as I finish my manuscript, I shall...
Drat! The manuscript is still in my study!

Cador : Baird, you've really got a knack for finding these poor, down-on-their-luck bastards, don't you?

Timid Citizen : Would you at least have some respect? If all goes well, it's very likely I will become the Royal Academy of Sciences' next academician!

Cador : "Very likely." Heh.

Timid Citizen : I still don't understand. The news kept saying that...

Cador : "All is well." What more do you want them to say? "Friends and citizens, I sincerely regret to inform you that Londinium is now a shithole?"
The "special instructors" that they sent to the newspaper offices and TV stations actually earned their keep, you know?
Did you see whose flag they're flying above the munitions factory in Highbury? If not, you've got to at least remember the fire in Auchterigg the other day, right?

Timid Citizen : But the war... What about the Defense Forces? The dukes? Aren't they defending us all around Londinium?
How can this be...? The Sarkaz can't possibly triumph over the dukes, can they? The devils are a bunch of savages who cower in the wilderness, but Victoria is the greatest country across all the lands!

Cador : Who told you that? Did you realize that out of nowhere while munching on cake at home?
I didn't feel that way at all when the dibbles held me up against the wall and frisked me.
Alright, "Next Academician," off you go. You don't belong here.

Timid Citizen : But... where can I go?
My flat is not in this lockdown zone, and I haven't the slightest idea where my loyal servant is... I know no one here.

Cador : Tch.

Baird : What can you do? Medical work, sewing, repair, anything.

Timid Citizen : M-My research is in heraldry...

Cador : You scholarly chaps ever studied how to turn air into steaks?

Timid Citizen : Well... it is by no means my area of expertise, but I'd imagine it's a little difficult...

Cador : Baird, stop bringing these fancy lads back, will ya? He doesn't even understand sarcasm.
We don't have a lot of supplies on hand here.

Baird : *sigh*... Maybe he can help Delphine manage the warehouse?

[Delphine, another of Glasgow's members, responds, ]

Delphine : Baird! Stop trying to pass all your problems to me!

Baird : I can't very well watch him die on the street.
At times like this, we have to come together and unite as one. Even having one extra man on board is more power to us.

Delphine : "Come together..." *sigh*.
I wish Parliament and the dukes would learn from you people. We wouldn't have fallen to where we are today.

Baird : You think they're not united enough? They were all very united when it came to hanging the king.

Delphine : That was... *sigh*, never mind.
I just hope you'll be of some use, Mr. "Next Academician."

Timid Citizen : I shall do everything in my power! Though, speaking of which... who would all of you be?

Cador : Who are we?
Alright, welcome to our gym, the "Slobberknocker"!
You can call us Glasgow.

<Background 5>

Heidi, how have you been?
To tell the truth, I haven't any idea where you have been as of late. Ever since Mr. Adams the bookshop owner died, I haven't been able to reach you.
It has been a long time since I last continued our work.
Forgive me, my dear friend. I never hide anything from you.
But I am truly very... befuddled.

Golding : You once told me that peace would come again...
But I can't fool myself with false hope anymore. I can't hide in my room and pretend that everything we do is still meaningful.
Right, we could look at things on a broader scale. "The dimension of history..."
Of course, peace will come. It will, eventually.
And war will undoubtedly shatter it in an even crueler way.
I once thought we could win, and I still hope that we will win.
But, Heidi, if everything that we have done amounts to nothing but self-comfort...
No, not "if." This might already be the truth...
These books, these desks, and this school that may come crumbling down at any moment... How are they meant to stand up against the force of a new era?
Heidi, I can't... I can't keep going anymore.
What should I do?

[Molly (who, unbeknownst to Golding, was the Damazti Cluster in disguise) walks in. ]

Molly : Lady Golding, are you alright?

Golding : Molly... you're back.

Molly : Are you writing a letter?

Golding : No, this is nothing.
I... I just remembered a few novels that I read before.
The protagonists are always charming, suave, always heading to the frontlines wearing a uniform befitting of them with a pipe in their mouths.
But the authors never tell us which battlefield they head to and how the trenches smell.
Those who are enamored of the protagonist, both women and men, taste fine desserts with anxious hearts–
Of course, we all know these are just literary techniques. The stories always end happily.
Authors with a little bit of ambition might try to build what the critics call a "profound" atmosphere.
The stories are adorned with preventable deaths, and they are always the protagonist's comrade and dearest friend, dying in the trenches to shield the hero.
In the end, the wretched enemy finds themselves defeated by the hero's sword, thus restoring justice and morality.
And at his fallen friend's funeral, a solemn crowd gathers to remember his heroics, as petals symbolizing honor are scattered atop the casket.
This is the most emotional part. The protagonist clenches his fist, wipes his tears, and looks toward the morning sun with resolve–
And without fail, they always say that hope will come and all sacrifices will be meaningful.
And there. That's where the author stops. Let the readers imagine for themselves that truly beautiful future. Let them bask in that stately feeling in the end.

Molly : I'm surprised you read these kinds of novels.

Golding : It was years ago. Everyone was that age once.
I used to be obsessed with these books when I was still a young girl... I wasn't very attached to the protagonists, actually, but I was indeed obsessed with those deaths.
Sometimes, I imagined myself one of those heroes who sacrificed themselves for their cause, and the masses would sing my praises for the era I helped create or, at the very least, my sacrifice...
Hah. How childish.
Later on, I thought I'd be clear-headed enough to see past these sugar-coated fantasies.
But then... I started to notice... there might be nothing inherently different between who I am now and who I was back then.

Molly : Don't say that. You told the children yourself. Death is a solemn topic.

Golding : Hah, did I? I don't remember.
Perhaps it was just the lectures that I've got so used to giving.
How was procurement today?

Molly : Not too bad. The situation on the streets isn't very serious. The prices at the shops haven't gone up, though there were more city defense soldiers than usual, and the Sarkaz solders... they're not as secretive they used to be.
But everyone is pretending as if nothing has happened. Except... what used to be Norport. There is nothing left except the support structures extending from the surrounding districts.

Golding : What about those places?
I need to apologize to you again. I should never have dragged you into this. It's just... Lettou has his eyes on me, and every time I step out the door, I find myself followed by several ill-meaning men.
I had no choice but to make a gamble–that you are not on their watchlist yet.

Molly : No, I'm glad to do my part for Londinium.
It's just that the places you told me about were all pretty quiet. I used the passwords, but no one answered.
Maybe... Maybe they've already given up?

Golding : No, they are all stronger than I am. Much stronger.

Molly : But I've found a letter. It should be for you, so I didn't open it.

[Molly (the Damazti Cluster) hands Golding a letter, which she opens and reads. ]

Golding : This... No, this isn't their handwriting.
The letter has practically all the information on the Self-Salvation Corps' communications.

Molly : What?! But... how could that...?

Golding : This is a threat.
They... They know us like the back of their hand.

Molly : Then... What should we do, Lady Golding?!

Golding : ......
Molly, I'll have another list of places for you.
I've never been to these bases myself, but having analyzed the flow of information... they should be there.
I shouldn't take this risk. This goes against our established practices, but...

Molly : This information is important to the Self-Salvation Corps, right?

Golding : Many lives are on the line.

Molly : Then we must do this.

[Golding stands up and starts to leave. ]

Golding : Molly... Just as I taught you, watch out for anyone who could be tailing you. Whether they are Sarkaz or not, do not let your guard down.
Look for a girl called Clovisia there or anyone who can get in contact with her. Tell them that the entire intelligence network has been exposed. They must evacuate immediately!

Molly : Lady Golding, where are you going?

Golding : To Lettou's office.
I will try to buy as much time as I can for the rest of you.

Molly : But–

Golding : Relax, I'll be fine. I...
I just hope I'm stronger than I think I am.

<Background 6>

Amiya : ......
Doctor, I had a dream.
I saw... the city shrouded in dark clouds, and bloodstained Sarkaz flags flew above every building. Outside the city... Originium grew everywhere my eyes could see.
I saw a rusted throne towering above the lands. The masses kneeled before it, crying tears stained in black. I saw the person on the throne wave their arm, and the shouts that followed pierced the sky.
Yet, in the shadow of the throne, the cowering men lifted their heads ever so slightly...
I felt what they felt...
I don't know how to describe it... It was so all over the place, so stifled...
I could only make out what was on the surface. That pain...
...and hatred.
......
Who was that on the throne...?
Is this the future that the collective souls of the Sarkaz foresaw? Or is this... the duty of the King of Sarkaz?
Did Theresa have this dream? Could this be... the sights she is looking forward to now?
No, it can't be.
Doctor, this dream... It doesn't mean anything, right?

Doctor : You're just exhausted. / It's just a dream.

Amiya : Thank you, Doctor.
Right, it was... just a dream...

[Ascalon joins in. ]

Ascalon : Amiya, Doctor.

Amiya : Is Dr. Kal'tsit better?

Ascalon : Hard to say. Her body... was frail to start with, and her wounds are deep.
Shining has attempted several solutions, but all of them were limited in their effectiveness. She has yet to awaken.
Mon3tr seems to be slowly repairing itself. Likewise, we do not have any idea how well it will recover, or whether it can actually even recover.

Amiya : I...
Doctor... At the Defense Forces' command tower, if only I...

Doctor : Everyone did their best. / None of us expected to see Theresis there.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit...
I never once imagined that Dr. Kal'tsit would one day be wounded this badly...
She always solved all our problems like they were nothing. She gave us the best advice for every situation.
She's Dr. Kal'tsit. I've never even seen her look tired!
But now...
......
Doctor...

Doctor : (Takes Amiya's hand)

Amiya : I know. I will bear the responsibilities that are mine to bear. Rhodes Island's mission here is far from over.
But... I want to see Dr. Kal'tsit one more time. May I?
Even if it's just sitting there by her bed for a short while.

Ascalon : Rather than staying with the wounded, you two have more important work to do.
Closure wants you to know that she has finished analyzing the data from the command tower.
Clovisia is calling a meeting.
We need to reevaluate the situation in Londinium.

Doctor : War has broken out. / Our initial plans have failed.

Ascalon : Then please tell us what our step should be.

Operation story: 12-3

Before operation

Summary

The Self-Salvation Corps suffers internal strife over their course of action, while Siege insists on returning to Norport Borough to back up her Glasgow friends. At the same time, all Self-Salvation Corps bases find themselves under assault. The situation is dire.

<Background 1>

Clovisia : Amiya, Doctor. You're here.
Haha, as you can see, the morale here... is rather low right now.
It's a mess, but please pay it no mind. Ever since Allerdale... left, our logistics have been in shambles.
But given the problems we face, this is the best solution we have.
We lost many men in our last battle. We once thought that these sacrifices would not be in vain, and that as long as we stopped the Sarkaz's projects, everything would still be salvageable.
Regrettably, they acted much faster than we anticipated.
The Sarkaz... Not only do they have the Shard, they also built that "airship."
The report has been distributed to everyone. The airship attacked the Duke of Windermere's army out in the open. The illusion of peace has shattered.
As for the Shard... if the Sarkaz willingly started this war, then their control of the Shard... must have proceeded much further along than we expected.
I'm too afraid to make this gamble.

Siege : Allerdale once told me the legend of this sword.
She said that the Sighs of Kings, capable of rending Catastrophes asunder, is Victoria's strongest shield, with which the country can defend against the storms pulled toward it.

Clovisia : Then she must also have told you that the "Stone of the Sword" beneath the palace exists precisely because there are few who can activate this power.

Dagda : Siege, do you really feel nothing from the sword?
Maybe... I don't know, like a sense of being summoned? Or perhaps there's a low heat? Maybe you can suddenly use some really wicked Originium Arts?
You just... might actually be able to...

[Siege takes a glance at the Sighs of Kings she carry. ]

Siege : ...
No, nothing.
The sword is cold and hard. It's a little lighter to swing than a hammer, and not very easy to control your strength with.

Dagda : Is there nothing else? If any part of you feels a little bit off–

Siege : We should have this polished before it sees the battlefield again. It's a little rusted.

Clovisia : It seems we can't count on the sword doing us much of a good turn and helping us fend off the threat from the Shard for the time being.

Doctor : But it also won't become a bargaining chip in the dukes' internal strife. / The Sarkaz might just think twice before they activate the Shard.

Clovisia : Right, Doctor of Rhodes Island. It is better for this sword to be under our control than any other faction. At the very least, being able to prevent it from becoming an accomplice to this war is important enough.

Siege : Important enough...? This is important enough...
(Hushed) Allerdale, if only I...

Amiya : Please don't get discouraged, Siege. Maybe you just haven't gotten the hang of it, or it's not time yet.

Siege : ......

Closure : I'm just about done analyzing that supply line, Doctor.
It's practically guaranteed that the starting point is rural Brentwood, but it's got a lot of endpoints.
Aside from the munitions factory in Highbury, it's very likely they have a route that extends right underneath the Shard.
Argh, we found out way too late. If only we'd found out a month–no, ten days sooner, things probably wouldn't have turned out the way they have.

Ascalon : That said, the intel about this supply route is still meaningful, Doctor.
If this route is capable of the transport of heavy supplies and leads straight to the bottom of the Shard–

Doctor : We can transport more than supplies there. / This is an opportunity for a counter-offensive.

Ascalon : That's right.
With war having broken out, there may not be a lot of guards around Theresis. Each lord of the Royal Court has to command their subordinates to fend off the dukes.
The liches joining the fray would be a problem... but from what I know about them, they wouldn't truly pick a side. Besides, I'm sure Dame Kal'tsit talked to their Messenger before.
I just hope that they opted to follow her advice.
Now, we'd best–

Indra : Vina, you ought to at least bring up what happened in Norport!
It's our turf that those Sarkaz arseholes gutted out! Baird is still there!
Bloody bastards! Instead of a counter-offensive on their supply line, we should be helping them!

Dagda : Calm down. We must think about the whole situation...

Indra : You little twat, you think being a knight gives you the right to teach me to look at the big picture? I don't give a shite about wiping out some old Sarkaz monsters. My friends are in danger. My home is in danger!
And you want me to bloody stand aside and do nothing?!

Dagda : No, I know you're restless, but we must consider all possibilities.

Clovisia : I do not recommend splitting up. Until we are certain the ones who attempted to take the Realmblade have given up, you'd best...

Indra : Best cower underground like cowards? Give me a break! We can take care of those sneaky bastards! What we have to do now is–

Siege : Enough, Indra.

Indra : I...
Fine.

Siege : When will the operation targeting Theresis commence?

Ascalon : Not very soon. We need time to observe the supply line's specific situation.
The Shard's internal structure needs to be investigated too. Theresis... He's powerful. Letting our guards down would only spell our doom.

Siege : How long will it take more specifically?

Ascalon : Less than half a month. I hope to put a stop to all this before he truly activates the Shard.

Siege : That's good enough.
Dr. {nickname}, I am requesting a temporary leave before this operation. Please rest assured that I will be back before the operation is to commence.

Clovisia : So you insist on going to Norport.

Siege : I've lost enough friends already, Clovisia.
I can't just do nothing over and over again.
I am making this request out of my personal feelings, yes. I won't try to hide this.
But at the same time, I think this is an opportunity. Before our normal operation officially begins, we can first remove certain hidden threats.
For example... those who hurt Allerdale and those who want the Sighs of Kings.
That's without a doubt a duke. No matter what position he is planning to take, I think... I should have a... conversation with him.

Clovisia : Ascalon said this already, but time is not on our side.

Siege : I understand.
I will handle this properly.

Clovisia : Doctor, what do you think?

Doctor : ......
There are still things worthy of our attention on that plate.

Amiya : Right... The Sarkaz airship is very likely docked in Norport.
And this also implies...
She... Theresa might be there.
In this war, we will have to face her sooner or later.

Clovisia : There is another thing. Logos mentioned to me–

[Suddenly a dispatch came through. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Emergency... ission... Emergency...
The Sarkaz ambushed... the Camden Borough safe house... We.... Their forces...
Urghh–

[The dispatch abruptly ends. ]

Rockrock : Camden? What's going on?

[Another dispatch came through. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Alert... The safe house at Auchterigg...
...being ambushed...

[The dispatch abruptly ends as another came through. ]

Catherine : Feist! The safe house in Highbury is under attack!

Feist : What's the situation over there?

Catherine : We're mounting a counter attack and are evacuating underground. The situation's dire. It's likely that the Sarkaz have...
This is not a simple annihilation. They are planning to...
...must...

[The dispatch abruptly ends. ]

Feist : Granny? Granny, do you hear me?
Drat, the transmission's cut off!
What's going on? We have three safe houses under attack by the Sarkaz!
Their communications have been cut off. We must back them up immediate–

Clovisia : ......
No, it's not just the three safe houses.
Our communications have been cut off.

Siege : Get down, Doctor!

[Suddenly an explosion occurs in the safe house. ]

Rockrock : Clovisia, what's going on?!
How can this be? Here...? This place is top-secret within the Self-Salvation Corps!

Clovisia : Logos mentioned to me that it's possible the Sarkaz have infiltrated our intelligence network.
Based on the situation we now find ourselves in, I can only assume that the failure of our confidentiality far exceeds what we anticipated.
It's very likely that all Self-Salvation Corps bases are under attack.

Rockrock : We must evacuate!

Clovisia : ......
Where can we go, though...?

[More explosions occur as the safe house came under attack. ]

Horn : Everyone, the Sarkaz assault is fierce. They've had their eyes on this place for a long time, and the routes on the surface have already fallen.
They–

[The Kazdelian attackers broke through the safe house's defenses. ]

Misery : The mid-level buffer zone has been breached, too.
Doctor, the enemy is using a new Sarkaz witchcraft device. With their numbers and strength... Our Defense Forces and Self-Salvation Corps friends won't be able to withstand this assault.

Horn : Truth be told, we have no chance of winning. Robben, who's in charge of organizing defense, won't last very long.

Clovisia : How much time can they buy us?

Horn : Fifteen minutes... No, half an hour.
That's all the time we have.

Clovisia : Evacuate? Where are we supposed to run? There isn't anywhere safe for the Self-Salvation Corps to go in Londinium!
The equipment factory's third warehouse? The carpark at the Four Seasons Department Store? Maybe Viscount Byrne's mansion...?
No, they're all too risky.
There has to be somewhere else...

Doctor : If it's dangerous everywhere in Londinium, we can evacuate the city for the time being.

Clovisia : Evacuate Londinium?
But...
Right! The Sarkaz supply line!
We can use the supply line in Highbury and get the hell out of Londinium!
We've got too many wounded men and non-combatants. Taking an underground route will help us avoid most of the fighting!

Feist : But all our work in Londinium...

Horn : The onslaught we are facing tells us that they simply thought they had no need to wipe us out before.
Now that war has broken out, the Military Commission has started to truly see the Self-Salvation Corps as a threat.

[The Kazdelians are closing in. ]

Horn : We have no time to hesitate.
I need to head out immediately to back Robben up. We will try to draw the Sarkaz main force's attention the best we can to cover your evacuation.

Clovisia : Very well.
Amiya, Doctor. The Self-Salvation Corps will need your assistance in this evacuation.

Amiya : We will never abandon our allies.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Ascalon, mount a breakout.

Ascalon : Understood.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Misery, destroy all files.

Misery : I am on it.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : Logos.

Logos : I'm here.

Doctor : Help Horn and her team buy us time.

Logos : Rest assured, Doctor.
I will guarantee your safety.
Before we could finalize plans to relocate and secure our communications... The Royal Court picked the perfect time for this annihilation operation.

Doctor : It seems they know us better than we ever imagined.

Logos : Theresis has also gotten sharper... not like when he was simply pretending.
If it's certain that this place will fall, I guess... it won't matter if we go all out.

Rockrock : Logos, we will be back!

Logos : You can rebuild this place.

[Logos heads off to assist in the defense. ]

Clovisia : Next, we need to find the entrance to the Highbury supply route.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Feist, this is where you come in.

Feist : Understood. Everyone, come with me.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Rockrock, you know the underground passages better than anyone.

Rockrock : Rest assured, I will evacuate safely with the wounded.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : Closure, take all the wounded and non-combatants and go with them.
I'm counting on you and Shining to take care of Kal'tsit.

Closure : Wha? Huh?
Hey, Dr. {nickname}, what kind of sick joke is this?! If I'm supposed to be a non-combatant, then so are you!
You bet your ass I can beat the crap out of you! It's you who should be evacuating with the rest of them!

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Amiya and Ascalon will make sure I will be safe.

Amiya : Doctor... I won't let you get hurt.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : We will hold the Sarkaz pursuers. This is the safest way.

Closure : Tsk, crafty dipshit.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Closure : So, we've got three teams.
Horn, Misery, and Logos will lead the primary operation to resist the Sarkaz assault. Doctor, you go with Amiya and Siege's gang to hold the other Sarkaz pursuers.
Shining and I will follow the rest of the Self-Salvation Corps and evacuate this place without making any noise.
Where are we gonna meet up in the end?

Amiya : The small town outside Londinium... Brentwood.

Closure : Alright, objective confirmed.

Amiya : We're now in war.
It won't spare any one of us.
But we also... mustn't lose hope.

After operation

Summary

The entire Self-Salvation Corps plunges into a crisis because of Golding's mistake, and Lettou attempts to break her psychological defense. Meanwhile, the Duke of Caster's emissary, the "Trilby Asher," provides Rhodes Island an opportunity for cooperation.

<Background 2>

[Someone knocks the door. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Come in.

[Golding enters the room. ]

Golding : ......

Lt. Colonel Lettou : You're here, Golding.

Golding : Lettou... You know us better than I ever imagined.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : What do you mean?

Golding : The Londinium Self-Salvation Corps.
Where did you get this information from?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Does it matter?
Have a seat, Lady Golding. Please, there is no reason for you to feel anxious.
This war is not between you and I.

Golding : Answer me, Lt. Colonel.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I know why you came, Golding. You want to buy time.
You are under the impression you have enough leverage to discuss terms. You think you can still help your friends.
How regrettable. I thought you would be wiser.

Golding : We had a conversation not too long ago.
You said you did not want to see Londinium become the next Lingones.
Take a look around us. Take a look at the deep abyss that Londinium is plunging into.
Is this the choice you made for yourself that you spoke about?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Golding... Didn't you rebut me on that?
Correct, we are plunging toward that abyss. War has begun. War once tore apart Gaul, our homeland.
What will it tear apart this time? Maybe it will be the Sarkaz. Maybe it'll be Victoria.

Golding : You know how disastrous this will be. Hundreds of thousands... Millions of people will–

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Will bleed, die, and buried by this era.

Golding : You know that better than anyone!

Lt. Colonel Lettou : That is correct. I know this very well, but I must also admit that it was you who opened my eyes. You made me reflect on my decision.
If I had to question my conscience–
I would not have cared nearly as much.
Let us cast aside those hypocritical high hopes of "mankind" or "civilization," Golding.
When we were young, we talked freely of these subjects and, with nothing but admiration in our hearts, sung the praises of the outstanding men and women in history.
Mankind, the master of all things! Our intelligence and bravery set us apart from wild beasts and graced these lands with this radiant miracle!
But if we simply lifted our heads from the books and compare, we would realize how close their endings are to the reality before us.
The same downfalls, the same rottennesses, the same self-destructions.
What if all those things we sing the praises of were nothing but temporary illusions? What if believing that they are eternal makes us naive?
What if destruction was our true nature?

Golding : You weren't so pessimistic before, Lettou.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Pessimistic.
Golding, you are so kind with your choice of words. You described my crazed musings as just "pessimistic."
I thought I warranted harsher criticism.

Golding : ......

Lt. Colonel Lettou : It seems... you are not as resolute as I thought you would be.
I am simply... exhausted.
I merely started to try facing reality. It is very painful, but I have no other choice.
As for the conversation we had the other day, I can now offer you a new answer.
I did not choose any missions for myself, Lady Golding.
......
I only wanted to survive... the ceaseless destruction.
It's pitiful and weak, insignificant and inadequate, but this is the answer I arrived at, and it is the only one I have to offer.
What else can I do?

Golding : You're a soldier. You should've...!

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Followed orders? Whose orders should I have followed? The King is dead, the Sarkaz run the parliament, and each duke has his own master plan.

Golding : You could have–

Lt. Colonel Lettou : –become a hero?
At what cost?
What if the price... is not one that I can afford?
When you walked into the room, did you see the eyes of the guard standing by the door?
The officers under me, my comrades, and those bewildered young men... Till has five children, Sasan's mother has been paralyzed for three years, and Totten's brother has Oripathy.
The vampires will suck their blood dry.

Golding : Bowing down will not prevent anything.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : At the very least... Nothing has happened yet, as of today.
Golding, it's my hope that you survive this as well, speaking personally.
Fundamentally, you and I might just be of a kind. It's only that I have chosen to give up, while you are still standing firm.

Golding : You and I are nothing alike.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : You asked me where I obtained the information on the Londinium Self-Salvation Corps.
Very well, I shall answer you. From a cowardly teacher.

Golding : What are you saying...?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Look at yourself, Golding. Your blunders and the tracks you left behind are owed to your cowardice and fear.
Sentimental kinds have never been a good fit for intelligence work. You've known that from the start.

Golding : No, it can't be!

Lt. Colonel Lettou : There's been a lot of chatter on my communications here.

[Lt. Col. Lettou tunes in his communicator to pick up the Eartha transmissions. ]

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : The Sarkaz ambushed... the Camden Borough safe house... We.... Their forces...

[... ]

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Alert... The safe house at Auchterigg...

[... ]

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Hello? Can anyone hear me? This is the Magna Borough safe house. We're under...

[Lt. Col. Lettou turns off his communicator. ]

Golding : No...!

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Golding, they are dying because of you.
You pushed them into the fire.
This is what your "fight" brings.
And for that, I can only mourn.

<Background 3>

[Ascalon and the others break through the Kazdelians in the street. ]

Ascalon : There's too many men. They're well-equipped, and they're working far too well with each other.
Mercenaries aren't capable of this. These are military elites.
Each and every one of them is a bloodthirsty machine who dug his way out of a thousand battles.

Indra : Out of the way, the lot of ya!

[Indra charges through a Kazdelian soldier... ]

Morgan : Indra, watch your back!

[...as two more is about to strike her from the back, but Siege took them down. ]

Siege : This isn't going to work. We are on the back foot right now.

Ascalon : I will locate the position of their commander. Amiya, maintain formation. Don't stop.

Amiya : I-I got it!

Dagda : Damn, there's more of them down this alley!

Siege : Stay close, Doctor. We will cut our way through!

"Go forward three hundred meters and take the first left."

Siege : !
Who's that?!

"Hurry up. There are more ambushers on the roof."

Amiya : Doctor, did you hear that? That voice...

Dagda : Watch out for their Arts! Cut through this danger zone!

Amiya : Hold on tight, Doctor.

[Amiya goes after the mysterious voice with the others following. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[As everyone runs through the alleys... ]

"Left."

Doctor : Let's listen to that voice. / We have to give it a shot.

Indra : I hate being ordered around! Tsk, fine!

[Everyone keeps moving. ]

<Background fades out and in>

"Fifty meters, and to your right."

Indra : Bloody... That's a wall there!

Siege : No...
Some kind of illusion, perhaps? Charge through it!

[Siege charges through the wall, it somehow breaks down easily. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[As everyone heads through the broken wall... ]

Indra : *pant*...*pant*....
There's no one I hate more than a sneaky bastard like you! Show yourself!

"That assassin of yours has already taken down the commander of your pursuers. You are safe for the time being."

Indra : I said, show yourself!

"Her name is Ascalon, is it? Impressive."

Amiya : !
Doctor, behind me.
Who are you?

"Please, there is no need to fret, dear Rhodes Islanders. A few of my colleagues just touched base with Alexandrina not too long ago. Alas, it did not go too well."

Siege : You are... the man behind Allerdale.

[Siege readies her warhammer and slams it to the ground. ]

Siege : Show yourself.
I won't say it again.

[The mysterious individual can be seen behind the alley. ]

??? : Please lower your hammer, Your Highness. You are merely wasting your strength.
As heir to the throne–from a certain viewpoint, at least–you should have a bit more patience.
You said so yourself not too long ago. That we should have... a "conversation."

Siege : You had the Self-Salvation Corps tapped.

??? : Their evacuation plan will be successful. Do note that this is a promise, not sarcasm.

[The mysterious man reveals himself as a man in black suit wearing a tall trilby hat. ]

??? : My sincerest pleasure to meet all of you, ladies and gentlemen. I hope there yet remains room for our objectives to coexist.

Dagda : An ashen trilby...?

??? : Very perceptive, Lady Isabelle Montague. I should have expected no less from a scion of the Count of Manchester. Indeed, we are often referred to as the "Trilby Ashers."
Should you have the chance, please send your mother my regards.

Dagda : You–

"Trilby Asher" : Please, there is no need for alarm, Lady Montague. I harbor no ill will against you and your friends, at the moment.

Ascalon : Is the Arts gimmick you have over there a gesture of your goodwill, too?
I'm not fond of having conversations next to a pile of explosives.

"Trilby Asher" : This is merely a precaution.

Ascalon : Well then, here's a precaution, too.

"Trilby Asher" : Lower your weapon, Miss Ascalon. This is not worth it.
Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals, made a series of passage and call permit requests for so-called "industrial waste recycling and processing" purposes, currently hiding within the territory of the Duke of Gododdin.
Currently six hundred and thirty-one kilometers away from Londinium.

Amiya : ......
And what if we are?

"Trilby Asher" : Miss Amiya, I surmise your recycling work is proceeding apace?

Doctor : You know Rhodes Island well. / ...... / Looks like the Victorian bigwigs aren't completely oblivious to us.

"Trilby Asher" : We do merely what must be done.
You have been very careful. You charted your course and built a well-hidden supply network around your ship. You wish to avoid Victoria's attention.
And you almost fooled us.
Regardless of whether your intentions are good or otherwise, wouldn't you agree that discretion is the worst quality there is to a ruler?

Doctor : Who do you serve, Mr. "Trilby Asher?"

"Trilby Asher" : If at all possible, I would say that I serve Victoria.
Alas, the reality is that I serve only a small part of Victoria. This small part is more than enough to keep me well occupied, however.

Doctor : Which means you work for one of the dukes.
If the Duke of Wellington saw us as a threat–
Rhodes Island would already have been attacked.
The Duke of Windermere's control has yet to reach Duke Gododdin's territory. Not by a long shot.
From what I know, the Duke of Normandy is more interested in business.
Most other dukes are fence sitters.
You work for Caster.

"Trilby Asher" : "Doctor," the commander of Rhodes Island... There exists very little information on you. We were under the impression that this was due to a lack of importance.
We will reevaluate our internal appraisal.

Doctor : What is Rhodes Island worth to that "part of Victoria" you speak of?

"Trilby Asher" : We actually do not have much of an interest in a so-called pharmaceutical company that deals in waste recycling.
But your operator has a very unique background. Moreover, she possesses something important.

Siege : You've failed once, but you still haven't given up.

"Trilby Asher" : This is my job, Your Highness. Let us not make things harder for each other.
This sword is nothing more than a heavy rod of iron in your hands.
What do you intend to do with it? Can you really cut through the Catastrophe that looms above us?
It is a mere tale. You cannot wield it to its true potential.

Siege : What does Duke of Caster want to do with it, then?

"Trilby Asher" : To fulfill a promise.

Siege : A promise?

"Trilby Asher" : To bring her followers peace and safety.
We do indeed have certain... technologies that can immediately put this blade to good use, just as the Sighs of Kings once sheltered Londinium.
The Duke wishes for this blade to become a turning point for unity.

Siege : In that case, those who aren't on your side will deservedly be swallowed by the Catastrophe.

"Trilby Asher" : That is how it will become that turning point.

<Background black>

Ascalon : (Doctor, I will make my move in three seconds. We must escape this situation.)
(Our operators on the landship are more than capable of taking care of the crisis that could soon unfold... and so we have to take this risk.)

Ascalon : (Three.)
(Two.)
(One.)

??? : All of you seem pretty tense. Perhaps I came at a bad time?

Ascalon : –
Right on time.
Ines.

Ines : Mr. "Trilby Asher," you have to admit that you came well-prepared.
Thirteen small communication stations, with four of them triggered passively. They were set up to automatically send out orders if they don't receive your message after ten minutes.
I didn't want to venture a guess as to what orders they were meant to send out, so I took the liberty of crushing them all.
I hope you don't mind.
Your subordinates were very strong, even after they heard the word Vampire.
That said, I believe that aside from the Sarkaz Royal Court, there are certain others hiding in the city who would be very interested to learn of their existence.
Tell me, where do you suppose I should take them?

<Background 3>

"Trilby Asher" : Ines, former Sarkaz mercenary... It's hardly surprising that you are still alive. We've determined for some time now that someone was behind all these little tricks around Londinium.
You've done very well.
We know that there is a sizable number of Sarkaz mercenaries inclined to leave the Military Commission's control, but we both know that does not come without a cost, don't we?
Your business partner... might be in fairly dire straits.

Ines : ......
Perhaps we should be a little more blunt with each other.
I know you have more tricks up your sleeve, and you know we still have some trump cards in our hand. Let's stop probing each other.
Your shadow tells me you are wavering.

"Trilby Asher" : ......
Very well. Let's make a deal.
I have a tricky mission, but as you can see, I am not much for fighting and adventure.

Ines : So you want someone to die in your stead.

"Trilby Asher" : I have faith in your abilities.
Certainly you have already seen the airship that is currently parked at the now-isolated Norport Borough.
Make your way there and get your hands on its schematics.

Doctor : What's in it for me?

"Trilby Asher" : You get to live. For now.
You, your friends, your allies, your wounded, and your landship all get to remain alive for the time being.
This is no trouble at all to Victoria, but as for the rest of you...

Doctor : ......
Deal.

Operation story: 12-4

Before operation

Summary

After her long disappearance, Ines finally reappears before the Doctor, while Logos catches the Damazti Cluster, who has been disguising themselves as Molly, red-handed. The riots in Norport Borough are getting further and further out of control.

<Background 1>

"Trilby Asher" : How quick to answer, Doctor of Rhodes Island.
A safe location has been sent to Alexandrina's terminal. Please stand by there. I cannot guarantee your safety for any actions you take outside of our arrangement.

Siege : My terminal? When did...?!

"Trilby Asher" : You have some impressive talents among your ranks. That's very good. This should contribute to our common goal instead of becoming an obstacle to our cooperation.
Right?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : This isn't completely up to us.

"Trilby Asher" : Of course. We must slowly build our trust.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

"Trilby Asher" : A cautious silence. How admirable.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Is it a Victorian thing to call threats cooperation?

"Trilby Asher" : Regrettably, yes.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

"Trilby Asher" : Please await our next communication.

[The Trilby Asher leaves. ]

Ascalon : ......
Doctor, I need to contact Closure and reevaluate the safety of Rhodes Island's communications. Until then, maintain radio silence.
Of course, we also need to... take care of the issues regarding the landship's calling procedures.

Amiya : Thank you, Ines.

Doctor : Hello, Ines. Is this the first time we've met?

Ines : I'm afraid not.
I've lost... some of my memories.

Ines : I'm aware.
This is our first meeting, for this version of you.
Have you really lost your memories...? Or is this part of your plan?

Doctor : I forgot about lots of things, indeed. / ...... / What makes you ask that?

Ines : ......
I've never been quick to judge, Dr. {nickname}. I can sense that you've gone through some... changes.
We'll have a lot of time to get reacquainted in the future.
Rather than trusting verbal statements, I prefer to see things for myself.

Amiya : Ines, the Doctor...

Ines : Relax, Amiya. My prejudices won't be a factor.
For now.

<Background 2>

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : The evacuation's almost complete!

Horn : Good, we need to get out of here ASAP.

[Logos casted his Arts, taking out the Kazdelian attackers. ]

Robben : That Sarkaz from Rhodes Island. Is his name Logos?

Horn : And I thought we'd seen all the surprises Rhodes Island's fighting style had to offer, having fought alongside Misery all this time.

Robben : Right. It doesn't matter who exactly he is. His cursecraft has been a great help.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Hah... and he's a great darts player, too.
I played against him for a couple rounds. His accuracy might just be as terrifying as those Arts of his.

[Logos joins in. ]

Logos : A friend of mine taught me a couple tricks before, that's all.
He's no match for me in a chair sliding match, but when it comes to darts... He's not so bad.
Horn, the Sarkaz forces have retreated. We should seize this opportunity.

Horn : According to the plan, Rhodes Island and the Self-Salvation Corps will take the supply route, head toward the exit, and make their way to a town called Brentwood to build a new safe house there.
We will regroup with them there.
I suggest we charge toward the city walls. Norport Borough is gone, and even though the Sarkaz have patched up the walls, they wouldn't have had enough time to build new plates to fill the hole there.
The exposed underground structure might just help us somehow.

[Logos notices the presence of Molly (the Damazti Cluster) nearby. ]

Logos : ......
Looks like I've met another old friend.

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : The one who taught you to play darts.

Logos : Regrettably, no.
Unlike this old friend, my friends are loyal to one another until our deaths.
Everyone, I'm afraid I still have matters to attend to within the city. Horn is more than capable of leading you outside Londinium, and my coworker Misery will also lend you his assistance should the need arise.

Horn : Understood.
Stay hidden, everyone. Follow me.

[Horn and the partisans pull out. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Logos : Are the mountains of the past really so worthy of reminiscing? Blood and tears are nothing to be obsessed with.

"Molly" : I must say I'm not entirely fascinated by them.
But what if the mountains are the only place there is left to stay? What if only the light of glory there can give us warmth?

Logos : ......
And here I thought I'd hunted enough of you.

"Molly" : This is the thirty-first "Molly." You are a hardworking one, Banshee.

Logos : But you prevailed nonetheless. You helped Theresis decimate the Self-Salvation Corps.

"Molly" : That's business.

Logos : I would pry up every tile in Londinium to find the last of your hidden shards, Damazti.
You yet refute the possibility of change. This has always been your choice.

[The Damazti Cluster abandons their guise as Molly and assumes their usual form. ]

Damazti Cluster : A little arrogant, aren't we, young Banshee? We understand change. We come from change itself.
But change is merely a means to adaptation. All change has a final objective.
Even before the Sarkaz found themselves in this state, we had long been walking upon the lands.
Ideologies, faiths, missions, slogans. None of them can escape the sands of time.
Those ideas you mistake as novel have been conceived long ago. The paths you deem noble have been paved time and again.
And where are they now?
We yet still before you.
And that is the greatest proof.

<Background 3>

「(Bang!)
(Bang, bang!) 」

Cador : Phew–

Baird : You should save some strength, Cador. You've eaten more than enough.
Delphine has talked to you about your appetite problem already. We're much worse off than we used to be now.

Cador : Relax, Baird. Things haven't completely gone to shit yet.
Them devils aren't nearly as strong as they look. All they did was catch us off-guard.
I had a chat with Marshall from the transport union. They have a group of men over there. Once we rope in more people on our end, we might just stand a chance to defeat the Sarkaz.
Just like how we joined forces with those other gangs to take the cops down.
Jump them from behind, get the job done clean. "Pow pow," "bam!"
A couple punches. That's all it takes.

Baird : The Sarkaz army isn't cops.

Cador : I know. They're a force to be reckoned with.
But we aren't afraid of blood. We aren't afraid of sacrifices! We will walk over our fallen comrades, and smash their faces in with our fists–
Like our gym's name, "Slobberknocker!"
Marshall and I worked it out. We will definitely win!

Baird : Just like those bootleg Lungmen videos you collect, hm?

Cador : I'm serious, I've been around the block in Norport not much shorter than you.
We need to find a way out of this mess ourselves just like before.
That Siege of yours just up and left Glasgow all those years ago, and our turf got handed over, just like that. It was you and I who racked our brains to figure out how to gain a foothold here again.
This is nothing different than before. We stand together, get prepared, and beat them all up. That's how we've made it this far.
It doesn't matter how things are outside. Out on the streets, we do things the street way.
Next, we just gotta find ourselves the right moment...

[Someone tries to open the door. ]

Baird : Looks like Delphine's back.

[Delphine returns. ]

Delphine : ......

Cador : Did Ol' Baldy Per finally give in? Given the circumstances, we're paying a pretty decent price. I'm sure he–
What's this? Is that... blood?

Delphine : Ol' Baldy Per is dead.

Cador : !
The Sarkaz–

Timid Citizen : No, not the Sarkaz! Dammit, I have no idea who they were, but they were already at it when we got to the store!
They were a bloodthirsty bunch! I saw with my own eyes there was this man with a crowbar, pinning another man on the floor. That man even–
*cough* *cough*, *cough* *cough*!

Delphine : The situation's bad. My guess is some starving bum set his sights on Per's shop. The idiot still had bread in his glass showcase.
And it went as you'd expect.
You can more or less guess just how many of these "bums" there are in this locked-down district.

Cador : ......
Bloody idiots... Whatever they have been sniffing must've finally got to their heads!

Delphine : I know the man with the crowbar. He's a tail hair product salesman. Always had a smile on his face.
I bought from him a number of times since he gave me discounts. They aren't all that good, though.
I saw him just now... His eyes were deep red, there was blood on his lips. That crowbar was completely bent. I... I almost didn't recognize him.
Fear is spreading, Cador.

Cador : The transport union guys did say there could be cowards going nuts, but how could...

[A throng of people outside the gym threw rocks that breaks the windows. ]

Delphine : Barricade the door!

Timid Citizen : I... I...

Baird : What are you spacing out for? Make yourself useful! Cador, push that sofa over here!

Cador : Bloody bastards, what do the lot of you want?!

Voice Outside the Door : ......

Cador : Now piss off, we've got people alive in here. This is Glasgow's territory!

Voice Outside the Door : ......

Cador : Baird, watch out!

「A fire axe smashes through the gym's thick door and breaks open a hole. The sharp axe brushes past Baird's hair.
A few strands of her hair flutter in the air. 」

Cador : I said it already. We've got people still bloody alive in here!

「Cador presses against the door with his body and grabs the axe peeking through the hole back with his two hands. The man outside makes several attempts to pull the axe back in vain. 」

Cador : I don't care who the hell you are, but get out of my sight, or I'll have this axe in your brain!

Voice Outside the Door : ......

「The axe wobbles a few times, and after a few heavy kicking sounds on the door, the men outside finally gives up, their chaotic footsteps slowly growing quieter. 」

Timid Citizen : Your hand... Your fingers...

Cador : ......
Good thing that bandages are the last thing we'll run out of in a gym.
Baird, Delphine. We need to take inventory of all our resources again.
I'll take down a couple sandbags to reinforce our front door.

Timid Citizen : Th-These people... Have they gone mad?!
They... The citizens of Norport Borough were all upstanding men, basically... What about the police? They were always so quick to write tickets!

Cador : If I were a cop so unlucky as to not make it out of this plate in time, I would definitely have locked myself in my home with my weapon at the ready by now.
I... I need to head on over to the transport union later. The people here still trust Marshall.
He–Everyone always listens to him. He'll find a way.
Dammit... Bloody hell! The Sarkaz are still out there. These people are out of their minds. How could they–

[Cador walks off. ]

Timid Citizen : What... What should we do now? Cador said we just had to wait for...

Baird : An opportunity?
Mr. "Next Academician," are you aware of the great fire in Norport fifteen years ago?

Timid Citizen : Oh, yes, I've heard. It was in the port, if I recall...

Baird : It doesn't actually take very much to burn down a port.
All you need is scorching hot weather, a warehouse full of wood shavings, and a cigarette butt not fully extinguished.
No one can put out a fire like that.
All we can do is watch everything burn to ashes.

After operation

Summary

Feist and his group organizes the Self-Salvation Corps' evacuation. In the meantime, although Rhodes Island still cannot fully trust the "Trilby Asher," they have no choice but to cooperate with him. The Damazti Cluster shows Golding the harsh truth.

<Background 4>

Rockrock : These munitions factories are all empty.

Feist : We hauled away two production lines and tore down the others.
The situation was dire. We didn't know how long we had until the Sarkaz mercenaries caught on to what we were up to in the factories. Otherwise, we could've taken even more equipment.

Rockrock : Highbury... This new industrial district feels rather different from the old district I was in.
In Sudean, we were more like spanners, hammering away to knock together everything at all costs. But here... these production lines... I don't know. Maybe you guys are more like gears.
Turning ever so stably day in and day out.

Feist : We're used to it. That's how shocking human adaptability is.
Found it. It's here.

Rockrock : Why are there symbols carved on the collection boxes?

Feist : Years ago, our workshop used these as codewords to let each other know when to slack off. Never did I imagine they would one day come in handy.

Rockrock : Looks like workers everywhere just want to catch a breather, no matter the cost.

Feist : Let's see. Patto reorganized most of the Self-Salvation Corps from the other districts.
The Highbury safehouse was ambushed too, but a few of the pipelines deeper into the plate that's used as rest stops weren't discovered.
They should be there.

[A Rock-18 drone controlled by Closure flies toward Feist and Rockrock. ]

Rock-18 : I'm back~
I've marked the positions of all the Sarkaz sentries. There's not a whole lot of them. Looks like all the manpower in the city is either headed to the frontlines or followed the others.

Rockrock : Closure... I still can't say I agree with you installing your voice banks on my drones.

Rock-18 : Hey, don't forget I helped upgrade this drone of yours!
Alright, enough chit-chat. I just heard from Ascalon that some of our communications systems might have been compromised by some Victorian duke.
I don't really buy that they can hack us all the way through, but just to be safe, I'm gonna run a whole security audit.
Feist, have you confirmed where the rendezvous point is?

Feist : It's confirmed.

{{sc|Rock-18|Awesome. Let's see...
We may have Shining as our super bodyguard, but she still has to take care of the wounded. So, avoid fighting at all costs, got it

Feist : Got it.

Rock-18 : You guys go on ahead and make contact with the remaining Self-Salvation Corps fighters first. Clovisia and I will work on the evacuation–

Feist : Let's go, Rockrock.

Rockrock : Er... right.

Feist : What's the matter?

Rockrock : No, nothing...
I was just thinking... was Highbury always this quiet?

Feist : Going by the temperature in the air, there's no furnace burning in the neighborhood.
That isn't a good sign. We need to act fast.

<Background 5>

Feist : We should be able to make it deeper through this maintenance access.

[Someone walks by... ]

Feist : Who's there?!

[...who is revealed to be one of the arsenal workers. ]

Londinium Worker : Feist, it's me!

Feist : Tommy, you're here!
You should've waited for us down there. The Sarkaz army has just cleared out our safe houses. There might still be patrols up here.

Londinium Worker : I-I know... We suffered pretty heavy losses. Day broke his arm, too. Catherine gave him first aid.
How much longer until the rest of your group gets here?

Feist : They should already have left. Don't worry. There's a professional doctor among them. She will take care of his arm.

Londinium Worker : A-Alright.
Our people are all at the lower level of Maintenance Access K13.
I heard... the Self-Salvation Corps are going to evacuate from Londinium?

Feist : ......
Only for the time being.
We will be back, Tommy. We're the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps.
it's just that we need to get our wounded somewhere safe... and there are none in Londinium.

Londinium Worker : ...Alright.
Now head on down. Catherine keeps it to herself, but we can all tell she's worried sick about you.
Have you heard about what happened to Norport? Good gracious, the Sarkaz plucked the whole plate up and tossed it out of the city!
I heard that flying fortress even destroyed the a duke's high-speed warship... A high-speed warship!
War has broken out, Feist, but I've never truly experienced it before...
I used to think that joining the Self-Salvation Corps would be no different than before. I thought I'd be standing in front of the assembly line, turning screws, and the only difference would be that the weapons go to you instead.
This... This is our home.

Feist : Of course, Londinium's our home, too.

Londinium Worker : We belong here and nowhere else, right?

<Background 6>

Ines : If you ask me, I think I've shown more than enough good faith already.

"Trilby Asher" : Hardly unexpected. We, too, have noticed the Sarkaz's secret transportation network for some time now.
But it's true that there are certain details that are worth getting to the bottom of, and we will continue our investigation with a focus on these areas.
And I have a decent guess as to who is behind... some of these events.

Ines : I hope you will share the results of your continued investigation with us.

"Trilby Asher" : Of course, just as I previously promised.
Rhodes Island's response is fast. Your terminals' signals have already been re-encrypted.
If the opportunity ever arises, I would love to meet your engineer, Closure.

Ines : She might not like you.

"Trilby Asher" : I must say, for a pharmaceutical corporation, your company is home to a variety of talents.

Ines : ......

"Trilby Asher" : That said, Her Grace has never been one to refuse new friends in lieu of making enemies.
Not to mention that Her Grace and Alexandrina are related by blood. She is more than willing to care for her young relative.

Siege : Please do let her know how appreciative I am of her looking out for me.

"Trilby Asher" : Your Royal Highness, I may yet call you so out of respect, but this does not represent my position whatsoever.

Siege : You can choose to call me Siege.

"Trilby Asher" : Victoria is a heavy burden, Your Royal Highness. It is nowhere nearly as vivid and vibrant as it seems on the surface.
The return of a certain person–no matter who she is or what she calls herself–is of no benefit to the nation.
If, under certain specific circumstances, that person were to use her identity and influence inappropriately, she might even do the nation harm.
That is my personal viewpoint.

Siege : Then you'd best keep your personal viewpoint to yourself.
I'm sure you know that my amenability of this peace between us does not equate to a tolerance of your cliches.

"Trilby Asher" : Your Royal Highness, there is no reason for this animosity between us. I am simply following orders, and I've more than demonstrated my goodwill within the bounds of my responsibilities.

Siege : Then perhaps your demonstration hasn't been very clear. That, or our definitions of "goodwill" are different.

"Trilby Asher" : Wouldn't my suggestion that you should make your way to Norport count? If I am not wrong, you have a friend who is currently trapped there.
I thought you would see that I am very much putting myself in your shoes as I advocate for this partnership. I am doing you a favor.

Siege : ......

"Trilby Asher" : My goal is to obtain the schematics. You are free to do anything else you deem necessary, including rescuing your friend.
If you would offer that blade in your hand, I could even offer my personal assistance.

Siege : You can save your disgusting hypocrisy.
Listen, I don't so much as want to think about what you and that duke you work for are scheming.
Stay out of my way, and get out of my sight.
And you better remember this. For what happened to Allerdale, you and I and your master still have a score to settle.
And you'd better believe it will be settled.

"Trilby Asher" : Of course.
I just got word that the Duke's special response team has already made all the preparations necessary for you to evacuate Londinium and board Norport Borough.
Let us be off.

Amiya : Mr. "Trilby Asher," since the moment I first saw you, when I realized just how solid of a grasp the Duke has on Rhodes Island's communications, I've been thinking...
You've always been able to do this, haven't you?

"Trilby Asher" : What do you mean?

Amiya : You've always known what everyone is up to, whether it's us, the Sarkaz, or the Self-Salvation Corps.

"Trilby Asher" : It's nowhere nearly as simple or comprehensive as you would imagine.
We've always found it very tricky to stay thoroughly informed on the Sarkaz, especially certain men of the Royal Court. Many of my colleagues have lost their lives because of this.

Amiya : But you've always had a good understanding of the tides.
Why did you... and especially the dukes behind you let things turn out like this?

"Trilby Asher" : The Kazdel Regent is a formidable opponent, and my guess is even old Wellington would admit this. The Kazdel Military Commission's technology and equipment leave a deep impression.

Amiya : When coming from the executor of a Victorian duke's will, this just sounds like sarcasm.
Based on our analysis, Theresis may be formidable, but his strength alone is not enough for Victoria to fall to such lows, where it finds itself at the mercy of others.
And now I get it. You chose to do nothing.
You simply watched as the flames of war engulfed your country.

"Trilby Asher" : Amiya, the little leader of Rhodes Island. How old are you? Fifteen? Sixteen? You are still a child, even.
You despise blood and war, but let me clarify this. We are not very fond of these things either.
But to us, the objective of war is never war itself. War is an extension of politics. The Sarkaz needs a war to unite themselves, and Victoria doesn't necessary lack the need for one.
However, around whom we unite is worthy of discussion.

Amiya : And for just that, you–

"Trilby Asher" : This is very important. It is far more important than you could imagine.
War is cruel. Suffering and death follow in its wake. It exposes our barest, truest forms to one another. It tears off all disguises.
At certain stages of history's ever-forward march, we need this kind of honesty. All of us do.
Now make your preparations, Rhodes Island. It is time for us to depart.

<Background 7>

[Molly (the Damazti Cluster) enters the office. ]

Golding : Molly! They caught you, too?!
Lettou, she's just a teacher. The children in school still need to be cared for.
You have already destroyed what you came to destroy. Must you drag even more innocents into this mess?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : You're here, Your Excellency.

"Molly" : The Banshee came looking for trouble with one of us again.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I will send a unit to provide support.

"Molly" : No need. Taking a walk with him isn't so bad.
You should go to the Old Red-Eye. He had just opened a new bottle of wine, waiting for you, and we have already grown tired of his stories of yesteryear.
You are a much better listener than us.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : –Understood. Please pardon me, then.

[Lt. Col. Lettou leaves while Golding realized that the Molly which has been with her all the time turns out to be an impostor. ]

Golding : You...

「Golding's throat has never felt this dry. The person in front of her looks and acts exactly the same as the Molly she remembers, down to the tiniest movements.
She is always frowning a little, watching every move of the mischievous children. At suppertime, she would hand out bread to everyone and chastise anyone who hasn't washed hands.
Her expression is the same as ever, but for some reason...
The drop of sweat dripping down Golding's back seeps into her clothes. 」

"Molly" : Lance scratched his thumb again yesterday, but don't worry. I've put on some ointment.
He's always such a handful.

Golding : What... are you...?

"Molly" : The teacher has made it back to the school already. She will take good care of the children, I'm sure.
How about a chat?
Relax. It's just a chat. If you still don't feel comfortable, we can continue to use the identity of the owner of this appearance around you.
Why don't we talk about the weather first, or perhaps the children's studies? There is the play too, Lady Golding. Merely thinking about it brings tears to my eyes.
The children have all grown so big in just the blink of an eye.

Golding : Enough. Stop talking to me like you're Molly! Stop using that face, you monster!
What... What do you want?

[The Damazti Cluster reverts into their usual form. ]

Damazti Cluster : Would you like a cup of tea? Lettou has pretty fine tastes, and his tea here is exquisite.

Golding : ......

Damazti Cluster : We finally have a satisfying outcome for all the missions Theresis handed us. Now, we can take a short break.

Golding : How long have you been around me...?

Damazti Cluster : Not as long as you think. Can we skip the boring work talk, though?
It's break time right now. We want to do something that we are truly interested in.
For example–
We want to know what you think about this era, and your conclusions around all this.

Golding : I don't understand.
You... You used me to destroy the Self-Salvation Corps. I should have no more value to you anymore.
I... Damn it! I handed all this out myself...

Damazti Cluster : Don't blame yourself. This is no big deal at all. We had all kinds of ways to locate the Self-Salvation Corps' stronghold. You are not the only lead we have.
This may sound a little hurtful, but you aren't even the most important one.
But we do indeed have a little bit of interest on you. We enjoyed your work and chatting with you.
So, let's have a chat together. There is nothing more to this. It's just a conversation.
We've had conversations like this many times. With countless of identities. With countless others.
But we are still confused. We still don't want to give up any chances that could lead to an answer.
Lady Golding, how do you think–
–we should live?

Operation story: 12-5

Before operation

Summary

The Self-Salvation Corps find themselves betrayed by the factory workers while evacuating from Highbury Borough. Catherine is held hostage, while Clovisia has disappeared.

<Background 1>

Clovisia : ......
So this is all the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps men... who evacuated the city.

[The remaining Eartha partisans gather. ]

Clovisia : We suffered greater losses than I imagined.

Feist : Some decided to stay. Even though the Sarkaz destroyed our stronghold, that doesn't mean they have a list of our collaborators.
We don't know exactly how bad the leak was, and a lot of our men think things aren't really that bad yet.

Rockrock : Hmph, they still pretend they can go back to their quiet, peaceful lives.
Can't they see we have nowhere to run?

Clovisia : Don't say that, Rockrock. Most of them aren't fighters. They are just willing to place their hopes on us.
Most of the people who stand with us... aren't.
Soldiers who don't know who they should be loyal to, journalists who lost their jobs, workers sick of Sarkaz exploitation...
Normal folk who have had enough.
The Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps were formed by men like them.
To leave Londinium... the place that we called home since we were born... is a lot more than delivering intel, forging a few weapons, and fighting the Sarkaz mercenaries...
It's to find where you belong in a real war with no end in sight and may end up dragging any number of people into actual turmoil. This is truly horrible.
This is our Londinium. We should rely on no one but ourselves to defend it... That's what we used to think, at first.
We thought we had been giving it our all to fight that horror...
But when it finally arrived... it turned out to be far more than we could actually bear.
......
To tell the truth, I don't know what fate has in store for us from here onwards. We have some new friends now, but the enemy has now truly bared their fangs.
We may soon find ourselves annihilated, become wandering ghosts that drift the wilderness, and in the end disperse all over...

Rockrock : Clovisia, stop being so gloomy.
I came here only because I don't want to be handed a liberation by anyone.
That's why we are all here.
I'm a worker. I'm not one to talk about righteousness. All I know is that the workpieces I knock out are the most trustworthy.
I want to save my city from those people hiding in the palaces and castles. I can't do it alone, but I found you.
If we don't have what it takes together, we'll unite more people. If we still fail in the end...
Then fine. I'll accept that outcome.

Closure : Hey, Rockrock, we're still far from talking about outcomes!
Now hurry up and walk faster. A stinking passageway like this isn't good for your wounded men's health.

Feist : Right, the air in the countryside should be better than inside Londinium.
Based on Rhodes Island's analysis, we should enter a branch of the Sarkaz's supply line up ahead.

[Catherine returns. ]

Catherine : We're back.

Feist : Granny, what is the situation like?

Catherine : It's safe. We didn't run into any sentries, and there are no signs of patrols. It looks to be a maintenance access. There are some instruments there, although I have the faintest idea what they are for.
But it's strange. We couldn't find where that real "supply line" was.
Nonetheless, the access should be more than enough for an evacuation right now.
Now hurry up, boy. Have your little friends get off their arses. A moment of safety doesn't mean peace forever.

Feist : Okay. I got it.

Catherine : I'll take a look at the equipment we took. There might be something we can put to use. The crawlers that got written off might still be usable, if luck's on our side.

Feist : Granny!
I...
It's not that I don't believe in what we're doing, and I'm not losing heart over this setback.
We... We can come back, right?

Catherine : What kind of answer do you want me to give you?

Feist : ......
I've been cheering everyone up, but I've never really left this place myself.
On top of that, we're leaving like this.

Catherine : Feist, I used to think every so often that... we're actually pretty lucky.
We were born in this city, we have trustworthy friends and jobs that are worth doing.
And at the weekends, we can even head to the pubs in the alleys for a pint, play some cards, and maybe win some change.
Of course, Victoria has never been truly at peace.
The things we make are sent to the border region to fight the Sargonians or the Leithanians and blast holes in their bodies–Not that it has anything to do with us.
All we had to do was stay in the factory and turn screws on the iron blocks.
We suffered pain too, and we had scars that would never heal... but we never had to worry about who to kill or we will be killed by tomorrow.
At the very least, we could live, or at least pretend to.
When the Sarkaz came, our lives got a little harder. When the factories were handed over, our lives got harder again.
But the way I see it, I consider us still more or less lucky enough.

Feist : Just what is your definition of "lucky enough?"

Catherine : Being able to stand here and talk about the past.
But now our luck has come to an end. No one can keep winning the lottery forever.
But so what? Most people aren't lucky at all, and they still manage to find themselves a way out.

Feist : ......

Catherine : Now go back to work, "Big Deal in the Corps." The chopper isn't going to pack itself up.
Do what you should do, just as you promised me back then.
Hm, now what did you say back then? "I will walk into every night–"

Feist : Enough, Granny! I was still...

Catherine : Regretting your lies now?

Feist : No.
I will do it. I will still do it.
......

Catherine : Times like these, you look just like Harvey.

「Catherine looks at Feist with a sidelong glance before disappearing into the crowd. All around Feist, men dressed in all kinds of attire come and go. All of them are exhausted, but not a single one of them has given up.
Feist knows that all those who stand here are his most trustworthy allies.
This little comfort is better than nothing. As the idea crosses his mind, Feist breathes out a little and exercises his stiff arm after having been on edge for so long.
Once the mist fog that we call opportunities, luck, and other nouns disperses, what form will life take this time?
Feist decides to stop speculating and to instead experience it himself. 」

Rockrock : Feist–
The wounded are all in position. Now we just have to take the maintenance access and leave Londinium, and we'll be safe for the time being.
We'll rebuild Squad 11 of the Self-Salvation Corps when that time comes, right?

Feist : Of course. I promise you.
Let's go.

「Suddenly, Feist feels a faint tremor. 」

Rockrock : What's... going on?

「In the distance, the exit and entrance of this underground structure gradually begin to close at the same time. 」

Rockrock : Why is the passage getting sealed off? Did the Sarkaz find us?!
Damn it! Catherine and Clovisia are both over at the entrance!

Closure : No, I've been listening in on the Sarkaz communication channels around us. We shouldn't be exposed.
Uh, it can't be a wiring problem, right?

Feist : No, these passageways have manually controlled gates. I checked before entering, and I didn't see any problems with the drive system.

「Feist has very good eyes, and he has always been very proud of this fact. This is pretty rare in the factories, where lighting is always needed for the workers to actually do anything.
Yet at this very moment, he would rather not have seen what he saw so clearly.
At the other end of the entrance, beyond the gap that is about to shut, he spots a few familiar silhouettes.
The silhouettes flash by until the gate closes completely and the last ray of light disappears behind its iron frame.
Until darkness engulfs all of them.
Feist tries his best to regain his footing. He feels the taste of blood spread throughout his mouth.
He tries to swallow this blood stench but finds himself unable to. He can't. 」

Closure : This isn't part of the plan!
Who's over there on that side of the passage? What are they trying to do?!

Rockrock : What's the matter, Feist? Are... Are your lips bleeding...?

Feist : ......
I know who it was on the other side.
They.... They're my friends. The factory workers of Munitions Factory No. 11.
They said they were going to check if there was any equipment left that we could take.
They're the only ones who could've closed the gate.

<Background fades out and in>

Catherine : ...Tommy.

Londinium Worker A : Catherine, this... this wasn't my idea! We all decided this together!

Catherine : Just like when you saved me?

Londinium Worker B : That's a whole separate thing, Catherine!
Tommy, get back to work. Find a Defense Forces soldier and tell him what happened here.

Londinium Worker A : A-Alright! I know where they are!

[One of the workers who betrayed Feist and co. runs off. ]

Catherine : I have to say, your kidnapping skills are far worse than the Sarkaz.

Londinium Worker B : I'm not trying to look for trouble with you, Catherine. How many years have we known each other? There's no surprises here.
But we don't want to die in the Londinium countryside, killed by those monsters' Arts either!
I'm just a foundry worker! I can use the furnace, the choppers, and I can cast some passable parts.
But now they want us to leave the city and fight a war with the dukes and the Sarkaz? You've got to be kidding. Out of all the things that I've ever held in my hands, the only thing that even remotely looks like weapon is my spanner!
Catherine, I promise. It'll all be fine. I have an uncle who's in the Defense Forces. I can talk to him, see if he can plead on the factory workers' behalf.

Catherine : What about the things we've done? We attacked the Sarkaz.

Londinium Worker B : We can say that it was the Self-Salvation Corps who did it. We had no choice.

Catherine : Hah, and you think they'll believe you?

Londinium Worker B : We may face harsher treatment after this... but as long as the dukes win this war, we can go back to our lives before!
We forged Londinium with our own hands!
Everything will get better.

Catherine : You didn't used to lick the nobles' boots like this.

Londinium Worker B : What choice do I have, Catherine?! Tell me. What choice do I have?!
I... I just don't want to leave my home. I just want to walk on the streets of Londinium again, maybe play ball with my friends every now and then.
I...
...I don't want to die in a shell crater in the countryside, with my arms and legs all blown off. I've seen it before.
The Sarkaz... They will only get more and more brutal. My daughter might not even be able to put my dead body back together.
......
Go, Catherine. I don't want to be rough with you.
As for you, little leader of the resistance...
Hm? Where did she go?

「There is only a rope that has been cut in the spot where Clovisia used to be. 」

Londinium Worker C : Huh? She was here just a minute ago! Where'd she...?

Londinium Worker B : You mean to tell me you couldn't keep eyes on a little girl?

Londinium Worker C : I-It has to be some kind of Arts!

Londinium Worker B : Whatever... Let her go. I heard she's just the daughter of a tailor.
I just hope that she'll find a hiding place in Londinium's dark night.

<Background 2>

[Baird and Cador stands in the streets of Norport Borough. ]

Baird : ...It stinks.

Cador : How many people do you think have died the last couple days?
Don't take the alley to the north. A few Infected went kaboom there yesterday. There's Originium dust everywhere.
Those Sarkaz bastards! Their plan was always to trap us in here and have us fend for ourselves!

Baird : You went to the transport union during the day. What did Marshall say?

Cador : The place got burned down. There are nothing but steel beams left. I don't know if Marshall was in the pile of dead bodies. I didn't try to look.
I...
Porties can't all be idiots and wimps, right?
All this is... is us taking a punch directly, and we're still dazed.
Once we come round, Norport Borough will bounce back!

Baird : Perhaps the dukes will make it here soon. When the time comes...

Cador : What? When did you start worshipping the dukes? Are you hiding the Duke of Wellington's bloody autograph in your drawer now or something?
We have to count on ourselves!
We can leave this place. I will lead the charge, I swear!

Baird : The last time you swore anything, you told me you would never fall asleep while you stood night watch.

Cador : I was just...!

Baird : Enough. Before we start dreaming, we have to find ourselves something to eat.
We have Delphine and her tendency to hoard to thank for keeping the gym's storerooms well stocked.
Otherwise, we would likely be in this pile of dead bodies, too.

[Sounds of fighting are heard. ]

Baird : Cador, they're fighting up ahead again.

Cador : Ugh, not here too...
Let's take another route. The restaurants at the loading area might still have some supplies.
We could try to buy something... or trade.

Baird : What will you do if they don't want to sell?

Cador : ......

[Cador reveals a weapon. ]

Baird : You brought a weapon.

Cador : This is just for defense. We won't use it.
Things... have yet to get that bad.

Operation story: 12-6

After operation

Summary

Horn and Misery cover the Self-Salvation Corps' evacuation, and the Last Steam Knight appears at the most crucial moment. W arrives to lend Feist's team her support, while the Glasgow Gang in Norport is beginning to run low on supplies.

<Background 1>

[A starving thug punches an Infected hard that he got knocked onto the floor. ]

Infected : Guh... Urgh...
I really... don't have anything here.

Starving Thug : Bollocks! We saw it with our own eyes. You used your stove. Where did you get food?
How come you have something to eat every day?!

Infected : I... I just found it by chance...

Starving Thug : Found it?

[The starving thug tries to punch the Infected, but stopped by a calm thug. ]

Calm Thug : Don't go overboard with him. If this guy gets an Oripathy attack, we'll all be dead.

Starving Thug : Where's your storeroom? Spill it!

Infected : I really... Just found them... Someone has been leaving things on my windowsill...

Starving Thug : Still trying to hide–

??? : Are his words really so untrustworthy?
Even the Infected get lucky sometimes and find food, right? What's so strange about that?

Starving Thug : And who are you? Here to rob him, too?

??? : Hello. My name is Red.

Red : Back in my Ursus days, they all called me "Redblade."

<Background 2>

[Horn and Misery, assisted by the Eartha partisans, fight off the Kazdelian Sarkaz soldiers. ]

Misery : Pick up the pace. Stay close.

Horn : Hang in there! We're almost there!

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Drat! There's more and more of them.
White Wolf, I've heard about you and your family.
I'm glad to have the opportunity to fight alongside you today.
For Londinium, and for Victoria.

Horn : What are you trying to–

[The Eartha partisan shields Horn and Misery from an explosive attack. ]

Horn : ......

Misery : Don't stop! Keep moving!

Sarkaz Soldier : Sarkaz traitor and Victorian insects, it's high time we brought an end to this game of hide-and-seek.
Where do you want to run? Is it death that you want to escape?
You and your friends who are hiding in the shadows will all be torn to shreds. It's what you owe us!
This is what everyone in Londinium, Victoria, and across the lands owe us!
Run. Run! The storm will still arrive. You can't outrun war!

Horn : Shut your bloody gob!
(Gah, too many people. We need to find a way to break through here!)
(I only have one grenade left...)
Robben, take this grenade. Head down, and blow up the bottom deck of power layer.
Misery, protect them. The rest of you need to keep moving forward.

Misery : You–
Got it. Don't worry.

Horn : We'll leave the rest to luck.

Robben : Horn... You–

Horn : Shut up. I don't have time to pummel you again.
Hurry!

「Horn turns around and faces a wave of enemies surging on her position.
She smirks a little. It is high time this all came to an end.
All this fleeing, the battles, and these sleepless nights.
Soldiers are meant to die in war. 」

Horn : I wonder... what Bagpipe is up to right now.

「She tightens her grip on her weapon and prepares to charge.
Under the dark, cloudy sky, a strange sound can be heard zooming in ever closer from afar.
A familiar sound, although it has been a long time since it was last heard in Londinium.
It is only in their distant memories and fuzzy rumors that people can find that sound's source– 」

[Someone attacks the Kazdelian Sarkaz soldiers, resulting in a huge explosion. ]

Robben : That's–

Horn : !

Misery : Horn, run! Take this chance!

[Horn and the others pull back. ]

Sarkaz Soldier : –
You're...

[The one who attacks the Kazdelian Sarkaz soldiers is revealed to be none other than the sole surviving Steam Knight encountered by Siege not too long ago. ]

"The Last Steam Knight" : (Heavy gushing)
"Victoria."

<Background 3>

[Rockrock tries to break through the sealed door, but to no avail. ]

Rockrock : Drat, these doors–
They're too thick. They can't hear us on the other side!
Grr, they took Clovisia and Catherine. Are they trying to use them as bargaining chips with the Sarkaz?
These despicable traitors–

Feist : Shining, can you open them?
We can't delay any longer. We don't know when the Sarkaz will make it here.

Shining : I will give it a try.

Closure : No! Don't! Don't make a big show like that! That's only going to draw the enemy here faster!
We have a bunch of critically wounded and non-combatants here. If we actually start fighting the Royal Court guys, even if we can get away, what about them?

Feist : We'd only be waiting to meet our maker by remaining here. I don't know what my friends are scheming, but my guys is they have more in mind than keeping us here.

Closure : My drone has a small laser cutting device. These steel plates may be thick, but if you give me some time...

Feist : How long will it take?

Closure : Oh, keep your pants on! I need to test the output first...

Rockrock : Feist, do you remember what happened to Old Bill?
It has to be... One of those monsters has got to have infiltrated us again. He fooled us again!
We were too careless. We should've noticed sooner!
Feist... Are those Sarkaz who can change their faces here too?
When those things exist, how... how can we trust anyone?

Feist : ......
What if... that's not what this is?

Rockrock : They're our allies! They're Londinium workers, too!

Feist : I know. I grew up with them.
But what if...
What if this is their decision. This is the choice that Tommy, Patto, and Day made with everybody else?

Rockrock : But why...? We're supposed to be on the same side!

Feist : It's easier to believe that your allies were replaced than to accept that they've betrayed us.
But that's exactly what happened.
I can tell what they were thinking, more or less. Once the rage-induced fervor dissipates, it's not so easy to choose to keep fighting.
Clovisia said as much before too. In the end, we're just a bunch of normal people.
I have to admit that... even I fear leaving, just like them.
Fleeing and cowering... is the most instinctive choice that all normal people make when they are confronted with war.

Rockrock : Then you stay! Stay here with your friends!

Feist : I won't do that, Rockrock.
I have to face my fear. That's the only way I can remind myself... of the worth of bravery.
I have faith that they haven't crossed that line. I have faith that they were only sucked into this choice by fear.
But none of it matters now.
I will save Granny and Clovisia, just like I did last time.
But our wounded can't wait much longer.

Closure : The drone's laser's working on the door already! It'll take... uh, twenty minutes, maybe?

Rockrock : I'll help, too. I have tools on me!

Closure : Your hammer and wrench aren't gonna come in handy here.
Be patient. Just hold on a little longer, and we can leave this place safe and...

[Suddenly an explosion from a fired grenade launcher blows open a hole in the door. ]

Closure : Wh-What? I didn't catch any Sarkaz movement!

Feist : Shining–

[Shining unsheathes her sword as someone familiar is seen through the smoke. ]

??? : Oh, hey, Shining. Been a while. I heard you went to a family reunion?

Shining : W, you're here.

Closure : W! Half of Londinium heard that just now!

W : The curtain's drawn, right? I've always been pretty accurate with my explosives. Just the right amount.
I heard Kal'tsit got beat up real bad, so I thought I'd find some time to come take a look.
Whoa, she did really did take a beating. Theresis doesn't know how to hold back, huh?
And here I thought the guy would go gentler on his "old friend."

Shining : She's still unconscious.

W : Well, shit, that's too bad. For me, that is. Should I shed a few tears for her?
Or maybe I oughta take this chance to make sure the old hag never crosses me again?

[Mon3tr reveals itself... ]

Mon3tr : (Muffled braying)

W : Ugh, that little shit's not dead either?

[...and tries to attack W... ]

Mon3tr : (Menacing growl)

[...but stops due to its damages. ]

W : Hmph, still so nasty.

Shining : Mon3tr was very heavily damaged. It wasn't until two hours ago that it recovered its motor functions. I suggest you avoid provoking it.

W : I'm saving its master's life. At the very least, it's gotta learn to treat me with a bit more respect.
Otherwise, hehe–

Mon3tr : ......
(Compromising low roar)

W : Now that's more like it.

Closure : The Royal Court fighters are heading this way! Quick, we gotta get out of here before they...

W : Oh, quit your yapping, Closure. It hurts my ears.

Closure : Whose fault do you think that is?!

W : If you're so worried, get your men to move double time already.
I know a couple good spots outside the city. Wanna take a look?

<Background 4>

Delphine : With the supplies we have on hand, best-case scenario, we should be able to last another week.

Baird : What about worst-case scenario?

Delphine : ......

Baird : Alright, I get it.
Cador and I will keep trying to come up with something.

Delphine : What is the situation like outside?

Baird : A borough that normally has less than ten thousand residents suddenly finds its population surging multiple times over. No additional supplies. No police. No law and order.
We're still alive even after the last several days. We should be thankful that the citizens still have a shred of morality.

Delphine : It could also be because Cador's fists pack a punch.

Baird : I don't deny that.

Delphine : Have you heard anything about what the dukes' plans are? I heard... Duke Windermere's barracks aren't far from here.
I'm sure... they won't turn a blind eye to our predicament.

Baird : I've heard rumors... Some have said they saw a blaze surge through the night sky.
We all saw that flying thing the Sarkaz had... On the day we were cast out of Londinium, its shadow swept through the entire plate.
My guess is that the dukes are all very fearful of that, and they're only probing how to attack it right now.
Of course, it's also possible that the outside world has gone to hell, and Londinium has been bombed to smithereens. Who knows?

Delphine : Maybe the dukes don't know that there are still people alive here?
Maybe... they thought all of us... died.
If only we had a way to get word out...

Baird : What way? The intercity net is completely paralyzed.
Hapless sods trapped in the lockdown zone like us should just worry about whether we'll have anything to eat tomorrow.

Delphine : It's hard to believe that just a few days ago, we were still watching that awful Wrankwood movie in the video shop.
What was that movie called again? War of the Mutant Geeks?
The ending was actually pretty touching, though.

Baird : I wouldn't know. I fell asleep. All I saw was the nomadic city getting blown up in the explosion at the very end.
All I remember is that Mr. McClaren was awfully generous with his money. After all, we helped him deal with the video shop's troubles plenty of times.
I only hope that he is doing well. The situation outside wouldn't do his neurasthenia any favors.

Delphine : I stopped by the video shop for a look. His door was sealed shut.
Why did you always sleep in the video shop, though? I remember we met each other because...

Baird : Because your laughter woke me up.

Delphine : Sorry, but that movie was really funny.
But to start, it was your fault for falling asleep there.

Baird : There is no better place to sleep than there.

Delphine : That comedy director is really famous. I have all her–

「An untimely growl that signifies hunger can suddenly be heard, shattering the easygoing atmosphere that the two finally managed to build. 」

Delphine : Sorry.

Baird : You've been eating too little. Your stamina won't last if you keep this up.

Delphine : It's okay. We need to carry on.

Baird : The lives we had came to an end just like that. In an instant, this is what it all turned into.
There are lunatics and dead bodies everywhere. There are the blockade walls that the Sarkaz built... There have been men attempting to break through them the past couple days. Their brains are still hanging on the walls.
I still don't understand. How did it–

Delphine : War has broken out, Baird.

Baird : I know. I know! But just because of those few weightless words...
Everyone's past disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Whose war is this?

Delphine : The dukes are trying to protect Victoria...

Baird : All I know is that this war is not mine.

「A small, broken stir as well as the clanging of multiple cans can be heard from the shadows. 」

Baird : What are you doing?

Timid Citizen : I... I...

Baird : It isn't your turn to stand watch tonight.

Delphine : What's that you're hiding underneath your coat?

Timid Citizen : S-Stay back!

Operation story: 12-7

Before operation

Summary

The kind Paprika runs food to a Sarkaz pub owner in Norport amidst the chaos. Logos and the Damazti Cluster delve into a debate on civilization and survival.

<Background 1>

Timid Citizen : Stay away! All of you stay away!

「This gutless man suddenly pulls out something and brandishes it in the air. It's a fountain pen, and even in the dark, you can tell clearly just how fancy it's decorated.
He's a scholar of heraldry, claims he could be the next Fellow of the Royal Victorian Academy of Sciences. Maybe that's the pen from which all sorts of marvelous criticisms used to flow.
But now, it's just a pathetic, utterly shameful weapon, clutched in a trembling hand.
With a clatter, a can falls out from his coat, which he hastily stoops to pick back up and hide again under his layers. 」

Delphine : Sir, that's our last can of meat.

Timid Citizen : I...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I can't carry on. I'm at my limit! This lockdown zone, the dust of the dead floating in the air, this rotting corpse stench, this–everything–
I don't understand! Why should I be living out my days like this?!
I... I'm someone who means something! I should be waking up to the call of fowl, to a cup of coffee, and then to my writing desk and manuscripts...
Why should I–madams, I'm sorry, I'm aware of all the assistance you've afforded me, but...
Excuse me, really, please, but this isn't the sort of thing I should be doing. I used to take pride in my virtue–I was wonderful to my servants, I would tip double what anyone else would whenever we went out to eat...
I...
I can't carry on. I've had enough, really. I just can't make sense of this, I'm so confused...

Delphine : Then you're free to put down that can you've got, and be out of this place.

Timid Citizen : I can make a trade with you! I have some gems, Sargon origin, and a Sankta's patron firearm...

Delphine : Which we don't need.

Timid Citizen : I'm begging you, I'm begging you–

「The man trembles and shakes harder and harder, until finally his legs give out and he's kneeling on the floor. He's probably never begged someone like this in all his life. He's acting a comedic sight.
He grips his overcoat with white knuckles, so tight the place where he hides the can bulges out. It's like a weeping tumor parasiting off his body. Or an unborn child more loved than it'd ever know. 」

Baird : ......
Get on your way, man. Front door's sealed. You know how to make a balcony exit.

Delphine : Baird!

Baird : Let him go, let him go! Get him the hell out of here, and that stupid bloody can with him! Never to return, why don't you!
I... I'm worn. I'm done watching this happen anymore.
I never want to see... any of this anymore.

「The timid man hurries to leave, stumbling, hesitating, like he doesn't believe this boxing gym owner-slash-gang member would let him go so easy.
Delphine stares daggers at him. He turned his head, and subconsciously he feels about himself. He doesn't have a thing on him. Notes and coins are worse than useless in Norport these days, to boot.
He grinds his teeth, drops down and leaves that gussied-up pen of his on the floor, then immediately turns and legs it into the darkness. 」

Delphine : He's out.

「Baird picks the fountain pen up, and with no comment stows it in her pocket. 」

Baird : Delphine.
Come and let's touch heads. Kip for a bit.
Just like the old days, in the video shop.

<Background 2>

Paprika : ......

Sarkaz Soldier : Young girl. They say you're the merc freshly assigned here?

Paprika : Y... Yeah.

Sarkaz Soldier : Nice luck, then. You've got an easy job here.
All you've gotta do is watch that those Victorian guys don't cross the blockade line. If anyone makes trouble, you kill 'em.

Paprika : Got it!

Sarkaz Soldier : Ha! Yeah, let's give those stuck-up Victorians the miserable days they deserve! If I was calling shots, I'd throw them a pile of hatchets or whatever and let them dispatch themselves instead!

Paprika : I... I don't think the brief allows that.

Sarkaz Soldier : You know how to rain on a parade, little girl. We're Sarkaz. What does it matter to us if they live or die?
We may as well find our own fun where we can.

Paprika : B... But...

Sarkaz Soldier : No, whatever. I'm going to take a nap, so you watch this place. If any accidents happen, I've got no reservations about taking your little head off along with theirs.

[The Sarkaz soldier leaves. ]

Paprika : ...
He's gone.

[An elderly Sarkaz reveals himself. ]

Elderly Sarkaz : Thank you, girl.

Paprika : I didn't bring much out this time. There's some food, and some medicine...

Elderly Sarkaz : Oh, that suffices, thank you, thank you.

Paprika : Why is it so weird for me to help you? You're a Sarkaz.
You're one of us...
What if we talk to my officer, sir? You don't need to be staying with these Victorians.

Elderly Sarkaz : No, no. I've lived here my whole life. This is my home.

Paprika : Londinium is?

Elderly Sarkaz : Anyplace you go, you find Sarkaz, don't you? I took on running a hotel myself, after you lot arrived here...
I've never been to Kazdel, little girl. Is that where you're from?

Paprika : No, I've never been either.

Elderly Sarkaz : Then where do you call home?

Paprika : Home? I... I'm not that sure. I was born in Columbia, but... my old captain said Kazdel was the real home for us Sarkaz.

Elderly Sarkaz : Even though you've never set foot there?

Paprika : I... I don't know, but that's what all of them say...

Elderly Sarkaz : Hah-hah. I don't take much notice of what those soldiers like to tell us. Never mind going out killing with them–I'd rather get that chandelier in my hotel fixed.
You should've seen it when it was still in good shape, I'm telling you. A crown of jewels to beat any dame's necklace!
Not to mention all the effort I spent as a younger man, hands-on, polishing that thing to a spit-shine!

Paprika : You... You sure are one weird Sarkaz.

Elderly Sarkaz : Is it strange to be more fond of light fixtures than murder? I'm sorry, I confess I've never had much contact with mercenaries...
But it more than comforts me that there are kindhearted girls like you who'd bring supplies for me out here.
Bye for now, child. I can't stay around here too long. If you ever get the chance in future, you must come pay a visit to my hotel.
Forty, even thirty years ago, when Norport was still singing with life, the hotel on Sunset Street was the best place in all of Londinium to be!

Paprika : I... I will.
Maybe... once we're done with this war?

Elderly Sarkaz : Hah-hah. Good! You'll have a secret invitation from me to try our best desserts!

<Background 3>

Logos : Shatter.

[Logos used his Arts against the Damazti Cluster, but he only destroyed one of their countless "fragments". ]

Damazti Cluster : Such witchery has no purchase against us, Banshee. You've made more than enough attempts over these past days.
It is time wasted. A true grasp of our cluster's nature is not yours.
Your knowledge is wholly attained from study. Altogether parched is your personal experience.
Perhaps, you should lay down your pen of bone for one moment? We would like simply to take a walk with you.
In the words of a good Viscount we once became, this city offers no better time than the present.
Walk slow. The footpaths about the city center are Londinium's pride.

Logos : Damazti, what fate is it you wish to elect for yourself?
You're profuse with incarnations and transformations. You believe death is always yours to outrun.
I will perform your elegy, for you in your whole.

Damazti Cluster : Please, don't look to scare us, Banshee. We know the methods at your disposal.
We simply point out that an individual's death is not the end to us, just as a city does not metamorphose for a street's removal, nor does a civilization collapse for a written script's vanishing.

Logos : Yet any civilization will languish and decline.

Damazti Cluster : And thus, we value the renewal, the experience.
We knew close to every one of your forebears, Banshee. All once were young, and all once were greatly, ardently aspirational as you are now.
Perhaps there's no other way it should be. Perhaps it is by the elegy, the dirge, that transformation should be begotten.
But they all became as dust in the end. Your cohort likewise cannot flee the knell at your nape.

Logos : Does your experience still draw you to that flame of ruination's side?

Damazti Cluster : No. No, it doesn't.
Already we have searched for countless years, and still we search. For different looks, for different places.
You are an extraordinary master of witchcraft.
May we bid you to grant this olden memory a pittance of a stage set?

[The Cluster shapeshifts into a Sargonian. ]

"Sargonian" : We... I sunk into Sargon's sea of sands for a hundred years. The time when the King of Kings' expedition had only just come to a close.
Such exploits call to you to follow in their wake. Especially before they've fully passed into legend.
Banshee, stir those sandstorms for me, a Fata Morgana though it may be.
I ask a meager moment of your precious time. Come seek my origins with me.
Let us submerse in them. Let us trek together. Maybe you'll understand me, or maybe I'll find myself in you.
Prove yourself to me.

Logos : ......
We will reach a conclusion, Damazti.

[Logos channeled his Arts... ]

Logos : Curtains.

<Background 4>

[...and the scenery shifts into a desert town. ]

"Sargonian" : Of course, obviously, this doesn't quite match up with what remnant memories I have, but I can't blame you. The wind scours all too many traces.
It was here I built people's houses. Newfangled wonders like nomadic cities weren't yet to be, and the houses built of stones ultimately vanished into thin air within the sandstorms.
Built, then destroyed, built, then destroyed...
Most might tire after facing such a cycle, but in it, I was happy.

Logos : You likened this to civilization. This is the "renewal" you so enjoy?

"Sargonian" : No, not enjoy.
That was a sloppy metaphor, no more. Ultimately, there is a construction to every civilization, and an ending.
And yet I possess neither, though I so yearn to.

Logos : You aren't a stone. You're sand.

"Sargonian" : ...Sand.
Yes, Banshee. I am sand.

Logos : Unable to be constructed. Its very own end.
A state you're not content with.

"Sargonian" : I once became as a lord ameer's countenance, and met the King of Kings of that era. He proclaimed himself "The Shah of Past and Future," that all answers to all creation lay in his golden trove of treasures.
I asked him: Your Majesty, what meaning is there to all we surround ourselves with? Where will you lead us?
He lifted his head high, and proclaimed to me: My very thought is Meaning.
Such was his arrogance, his egotism, that basking in the light of the afternoon sun, he believed himself Civilization's ruler.
But all I could see was that, comically, he'd trodden on a corner of his own cloak.
I was bored. And so I departed the place.

<Background 5>

Ines : I'm very struck by the dukes' methods.
Our squad's not a small one... but you infiltrated like you were walking into your own backyard.
Those quick grapples of yours, and the mini illusion Units... No wonder you got your own Londinium intelligence network established under Sarkaz control this strict.
You're free enough you can move between Londinium and this disused plate however you want.

"Trilby Asher" : Victoria's the most formidable nation in these lands, and the Duke I'm loyal to is Victoria's worthiest of note.
It's only natural we'd have our whole gallery of Arts tricks readied.

Doctor : Hope you don't turn them on us.

"Trilby Asher" : The Duke of Caster treats her friends very dearly.
The airship's hidden somewhere on this plate. By our estimates, there should be an underground dock here.

Ines : Nothing more concrete?

"Trilby Asher" : We'll leave it up to you.
You've got a little time before old Wellington and General Nachzehrer start testing each other's strength, but a little's all you've got.
I'm trusting you all to wrap this up in a satisfactory way. For me.
And don't forget. This is a trade, Your Royal Highness Alexandrina, and you, Doctor of Rhodes Island.

Operation story: 12-8

After operation

Summary

With the help of the "Trilby Asher," Siege returns to the boxing gym in the lockdown zone with Rhodes Island's people in tow, and is met with Glasgow members old and new. Meanwhile, Manfred makes a test of teaching Paprika that only hate can unite the Sarkaz.

<Background 1>

[Siege stands in the middle of the road in Norport Borough, which she is familiar with. ]

Siege : ...
It's really changed around here.

"Trilby Asher" : Ruins, corpses, and Originium dust floating from the dead.
I imagine you Rhodes Islanders don't need me worrying about your protection, being Oripathy specialists and all.

Amiya : This war has been creating new Infected without end... and life under these circumstances can only make it harder.

Ines : They've been thrown into this chaos without warning, and they may not realize how cruel a fall it is yet. That goes for the pain of their illness, and the scars of war...
But they'll know soon enough, and twice over.
We all have a clear picture of how it infects and festers, how the people die in their confusion, or amass in their hatred.
And you've seen where that hatred leads, Doctor.

Doctor : Reunion.

Ines : War's given people a great excuse. Without the veil of daily life, things could get even worse.

Amiya : Whatever reason it is, we need to stop Theresis.
...And Theresa.

[The Trilby Asher receives a call. ]

"Trilby Asher" : ...Roger.
It looks like we'll have to part ways for the moment. So goes our line of work–always piles of things nagging at you to deal with them.
Right. I think I'll be seeing you in a bit.
Stay productive, now.

[The Trilby Asher takes his leave. ]

Indra : Bleeding hell, he... he makes my hairs stand on end.
Not even old PC Whitman ever made me feel so sick.
Alright, everyone, chin up. Welcome to the HQ of we merry Glasgow Gangers. I mean, I can guarantee it WAS at least.
Don't know how Baird's been running the gym since we left...
...
Siege, Morgan, you not got anything to say?

Morgan : I...
Indra, love... I think I stepped on something...

Indra : Eh? Probably just someone's pet scarpering for the street aga...
–
The hell is... is that a...?

Doctor : Amiya, don't look.

Amiya : ......
I've seen already, Doctor. In those illusions from the past, I've seen sights still more tragic than the ones here.
We're here precisely to ensure the situation doesn't unfold that far.
The hatted man led us here, then permitted us to act freely on our own wishes outside of the deal we made. His goal is clear to us.
He knows we won't be content with letting all this be, and he hopes the people here will credit the Duke he serves with our actions.
But I don't care.
I don't care how the Duke wants to use us. I don't care what kind of prestige she's hoping to rake in.
I don't care if this will impact some other duke's fight for their people's affections, or compel them to act in whatever way.
All that matters is I cannot let this be.
This isn't some disaster taking place in a country, in a city, in a neighborhood unrelated to us.
This is happening to each and every living person.
Trust has always been a fragile thing, collapsed in a moment, ever harder to rebuild.
Quickly, Doctor. We might not have that many pharmaceuticals on us, but we have to make all the use of them that we can.

<Background fades out and in>

Maimed Citizen : ......

Amiya : There, that should be okay now.
Sorry, I'm not a professional doctor. This is just some basic first-aid.
We've stabilized your Oripathy symptoms, and stopped your wounds worsening. That's all we can do for now.
You need rest, and supplements. After that, it's down to luck.
Do you need us to bring you home?

Maimed Citizen : No, no, no need!
Hunger knocked me out, that's all. Just, was sleeping for a bit on the pavement.
What... What'll you be wanting? I've got nothing to my name.

Amiya : We don't want anything.

Maimed Citizen : N... Nothing?

Amiya : Go back home, sir.

[Amiya gave food to the maimed citizen. ]

Amiya : (Here's some food. Keep it hidden. Don't let anyone else find out.)

Maimed Citizen : Wh–Who the...?
Alright, alright. I'll be out of here, then...

Amiya : (You've gone too long without food. Don't eat too quickly. You need to let your bodily functions recover bit by bit first.)

Maimed Citizen : Right, got it...
Thank you.

[The maimed citizen runs off. ]

Ines : Amiya, we have a lot of people staring at us.
Most of them with ill will.
Two groups are planning their moves and readying Molotovs.

Amiya : I know.
But at the same time, the desperate have seen us too. And the ones hiding themselves in the dark, deathly ill, so have they.
Just the fact we're here might have been enough to relight a spark of hope in them.

Doctor : After a violent collapse, any rebuild demands great care.

Amiya : That's right, Doctor.
We don't need for the people to trust us, we need them to... reestablish their trust in each other.
That's what underlies a society coming back to life.

[Sounds of people running are heard nearby. ]

Ines : Someone's coming.

Siege : Doesn't matter. I'm stood right here. I'll stand in front of you.
This is our street, and we're pulling her back out of this chaos and anger.

Dagda : Doesn't matter who it is. Bring it on.

[The sounds are getting closer... ]

Dagda : Mind yourselves. Here they come.

[...as someone charges at the group, but... ]

Morgan : Hey!

Indra : Is that–

Baird : (Oi, watch you don't fuss about nothing, Hannah. Nearly socked you straight in the gob.)
(You lot show off like a circus. You want everyone here targeting you?)
(Come on. With me.)

[A group of thugs reveal themselves. ]

Starving Thug : They're gonna run!

Angry Thug : Shit! The Glasgows got in first!

Starving Thug : Surround 'em!

Ines : Out of the way.

Siege : Ms. Ines, don't take them on. Not for now.
I... recognize a few of their lot. It's just the fear and torture's driving them mad.
Nothing they need to pay for with their lives.

Baird : (Head to the alley we used to bunk off at for snooker. Same door as ever.)

Siege : (Got it.)
(Baird, we'll... see you at home.)
Come with me!

[Siege leads the group to escape from the thugs. ]

Angry Thug : Quick! Get a move on, don't lose 'em!

Starving Thug : I... I haven't eaten for days, I can't run...

Angry Thug : On your bike and get out of here, then! You'd eat dead people if you had any spine! I'm not your nanny!

Red : ......

Angry Thug : You wanna go?

Red : Who are those people?

Angry Thug : Eh? Who else are they gonna be? It's the Glasgow bastards!

Red : The Glasgow Gang, are they.

Angry Thug : Are we getting them together, or am I getting you?

[Red knocks out the angry thug... ]

Red : No, I reckon I've seen them before. And that one in the uniform...
Things here got more complex than I was predicting.
I need to move fast.

[...before leaving. ]

<Background 2>

Sarkaz Soldier : Is there a bigger ruckus in there today or something? Did a fire start again?

Paprika : Should I go take a look, sir?
If a fire spreads...

Sarkaz Soldier : Then it's no skin off your nose, little girl.
Do your own job. Don't let me see anything funny.
No one's going to look out for you here.

[Suddenly Manfred shows up. ]

Paprika : A... Aye-aye, sir!

Sarkaz Soldier : Sir! What brings you here in person?
There's nothing you need to worry about here, it's all under control!

「Paying no heed to the Sarkaz soldier's report, Manfred walks over to the foot of the blockade zone's wall, gazing far off at the buildings within. 」

Sarkaz Soldier : Is... Is something off, sir?

Manfred : ......
The war continues to proceed smoothly.
Paprika, what have you witnessed in these past days?

Paprika : I...
They've just been–slaughtering each other.
No, it's not even that, really... they've just been... so scared.

Manfred : Fear and mistrust divide a people. Pacts, customs and morals all collapse forthwith under extreme conditions.
The Kazdel of old attested to that.

Paprika : Kazdel...

Manfred : Hence do our two leaders take a stand.

Paprika : You mean...?

Manfred : What if I were to ask you–what can bind a people?

Paprika : Maybe... patience? We can try and win people over, or use our own kindness to move others...
I think, as long as you have enough time...

Manfred : She failed.
Any ties that such things build are too frail.
But he told me. The most efficient thing... is hate.

「Manfred throws an indifferent glance at the young mercenary girl, her breaths bound tight by nerves, daring only to stare at the tips of her own shoes. 」

Manfred : You have persistently been sharing your own supplies with those behind the blockade.

Paprika : N–No! That was a Sarkaz! I thought...

Sarkaz Soldier : What?! How could you–
Sarkaz who serve Victoria should make you even more sick!
Sir, I assure you, I will immediately...

Manfred : Continue.

Sarkaz Soldier : ...Sir?

Manfred : We cannot have everyone inside dying of starvation yet.
In time... they will be of great use to the Military Commission.

<Background 3>

[Siege enters the gym. ]

Siege : Not much has changed around here.
Morgan, all your graffiti's still up.

Morgan : I'm looking now. My standards must have been terrible back then.

Indra : You haven't got much better, though?

Morgan : Oh, you wanna go, Hannah?!

「As the two argue, Siege and Baird look on, then make brief eye contact, and break into laughter, shaking their heads.
If you overlook the sealed-up entrance, the boarded-up windows and the weariness in their expressions, it might all seem like nothing's changed.
But everyone knows deep inside. "We haven't changed" is self-consolation at most, a kind of illusion.
Every minute and second that's ever passed has left an unquestionable mark on them. 」

Siege : Long time no see, Baird.

Baird : True that, Vina. Long time no see.

Siege : The fact you're still around and kicking is probably the best news I've had in a long while.

Baird : I've never said die, you know that.

Siege : That I do.

Baird : Vina, I'm... just as happy to see you back here. Happier than you could imagine.
I always believed you'd come back. We put up the sign for the Slobberknocker together and all, back in the early days.
Just, it's been hard for me to grin and bear it. In these times.

Siege : I know.

Baird : And I know you didn't come back just for my sakes.
Five whole years ago you scrambled out of here... I remember Norport was practically open season already, all those bastards after your neck.

Siege : I... wasn't ready then.
I didn't want to tow anyone else into my business. It was leave or nothing.

Baird : So? You're back here now, back on our street. Now you're ready.

Siege : ...I hope I am.
The Rhodes Islanders want to look for that Sarkaz airship here. I'll be assisting them as a Rhodes operator and all.
But I've never stopped being a member of the Glasgow Gang.
I'll get you out of this mess. That's my duty to you. Always has been.

Baird : Hah, same as ever, you are, Vina. Not one bit different.

Siege : Hah. Just like it used to be, eh.

Baird : Just, there's one thing. I don't know if...
......

[Cador and Delphine returns to the gym. ]

Cador : Baird, we're skint on supplies as is. Now you bring in all these people.
You want everyone to split up once we're done eating? Or are you hoping I'll go rob some blockhouse with security up to here?

Delphine : Shut it with that, Cador.
Although our stockpile's definitely...

Amiya : Please, it's okay. We've brought rations with us. We even have some surplus.

[Amiya shows Delphine the rations the group brought with them. ]

Delphine : Hmm. Not... the biggest amount, but enough to put us out of dire straits for now.

Amiya : We can change this zone together.
As long as we can unite everyone on the plate...

Cador : Pff. Unite?
Listen, Cautus runt, "unite" is an easy word to toss around. But you lot are more than welcome to try.
Fingers crossed... you're what makes the difference.

Operation story: 12-9

Before operation

Summary

Now back home, Siege discovers the rift that's formed between her and her good friends of old. Rhodes Island and the Glasgow Gang decide to save Norport Borough. The Damazti Cluster leads Golding to sink fully into her own despair.

<Background 1>

[Siege enters the room, followed by the other Glasgow members. ]

Siege : This room...

Indra : Take a look, Dagda, this is our old home!

Dagda : Oooh!
Must've been pretty good, living here!

Indra : No shit it was!

Siege : Hannah never did the cleaning, though.

Indra : Oi, Vina! How many more times do you want me to fess up to my mistakes?!

Baird : I dropped in now and then after you left, tidied things a little. Been a few years, but shouldn't be much different than it was?

[Indra checks a cardboard filled with personal effects. ]

Indra : My whole stash is still here! Always knew you were tight, Baird!

Baird : *sigh* Fancy me having to be the poor girl left behind.

Indra : Don't give me that, Baird. You told us you were going to stay!
How you need to be in your own bed, be shambling the moment you were out of Norport!

Baird : Yeah, well, maybe I should've tried and put up with it.

Indra : Stuff that! You think I don't know you? We're all stuck in hell when you can't sleep!
If I'm tired enough to go six feet under, the last thing I want is you trying to chinwag with me again!

Baird : Hahah, well, I've been falling asleep just about anywhere these days.

Siege : What, too tired?

Baird : Might be.
Just, found out sleeping's the... best way to empty your head.

Siege : ...Once my Rhodes Island mission's done, Baird, I'll bring you lot out of here.
All of you.

Indra : Here, here, here, let's pop some bottles to celebrate getting back together after all these years!
It's cheap stuff, but hey, maybe leaving it so long made it better?
Morgan, give Baird a read of those books you wrote! Tell her about our adventures!
Hey, Baird, you're missing your chance to become part of the King's chronicles–
...Morgan? What's wrong? You've been pale as a sheet this whole time.
We finally made it home! You ought to chin up a little.

Morgan : I'm thinking about... the... hand I stepped on.

Indra : ...

Indra : It was probably just some accident.

Morgan : It had a thumb ring on it. Something's telling me I've seen it somewhere before.
I feel like I should remember...
But I just keep drawing a blank.
I... Baird, what's been happening in Norport all these days?

Baird : Not much, Morgan. Maybe it was just an accident.
Everyone's been trying their hardest to survive, that's all.
It's in the past, anyway. You're back now. We'll be out of here soon. That's enough for us.

Morgan : Norport's our home.
I...
I used to picture what it'd be like when we came back. I thought we'd spend our first night piling into that snooker place to play until the sun came up, then go drinking next door until it all went dark.
Or maybe we'd go to McClaren at the video place and reserve all the seats, end up watching ten whole adventure movies back to back.
......
I saw it. But I didn't dare look properly.
All that broken glass caked with the blood, and the... shadows all on the ground inside.

Baird : You should get a proper kip. Like me.
Must be shattered after coming all this way.

Morgan : Vina, you've got that Realmblade now. You'll be the hero, yeah?
You'll save Norport. We'll save Norport.
This'll all just pass, right?!

Siege : Of course.
We'll take back our old lives.

Baird : Maybe if...
Nah. Look how late it is. Get some rest, muckers.
We've got mountains to deal with tomorrow.

Siege : Baird's right, Morgan. We all need to... get some proper rest.

<Background fades out and in>

「Siege huddles up on the sofa. She used to spend countless nights here. Every inch of it feels as familiar as ever.
She still remembers how they picked up this couch at the flea market all those years ago, the four of them breaking their backs to carry the bloody piece of tat all the way to the gym's upstairs.
She reckoned it pretty wide back then, but soon enough she was resting her feet on the armrest just to fit.
In the dark, Siege's hand brushes over the sofa, feeling each nook and cranny.
Here's the gash left from when Hannah was practicing with her knife. Three whole days she felt guilty about that.
Morgan spilled a whole bottle of drink here. She bought a tin of awful cleaning stuff to treat the stain and it got worse the more she tried. The whole patch is still smooth as a baby's bottom to this day.
Baird put the iron down here and forgot about it. Nearly burned the whole room down. 」

「She used to believe these days would never change.
She used to be sure these days would never change.
This is their Glasgow Gang. Their neighborhood. Their stomping grounds. Their home. 」

[Siege remembers her past in the room. ]

「It's true, she's back.
But deep inside, she's not one bit happy.
That "memoir" of Morgan's crosses her mind again. The Legendary Vina and Her Legendary Mates.
Siege gently touches the Sighs of Kings, resting by her side.
As ice-cold as it ever was.
Leader. Hero. King.
King of the Siege, Vina.
Alexandrina Vina Victoria. 」

<Background 1>

Siege : ......

Baird : Something on your mind, Vina?

Siege : These clothes are too heavy. I can't catch my breath sleeping in them.
I'm looking for stuff that fits me better.

Baird : In that drawer.

[Siege changes her clothes into a lighter, less formal/tactical one. ]

Siege : *huff*–

Baird : Haven't gotten any taller, mm?

Siege : Come on, we're adults. We stopped growing ages ago.

Baird : You never know with these things. I remember when we first met, you were only about this tall...

Siege : Enough, enough. It's the same old guff you always spout about time passing.

Baird : I haven't had anyone in years to tell that same old guff to.

Siege : I'm sorry, Baird.

Baird : I'm just glad you're back, Your Majesty Vina.

Siege : Don't call me that.

Baird : Alright.
King of the Siege, same as ever, then.

<Background 2>

[A female Lich is observing the wreck of the battleship destroyed by the Kazdelians not long ago with a Sarkaz soldier. ]

??? : ......

Sarkaz Soldier : What is it, Lady Ermengarde?

Ermengarde : Don't call me Lady. I'm not that old yet.

Sarkaz Soldier : I'm sorry... um, Miss Ermengarde? I'm not quite sure how old you liches are...

Ermengarde : *sigh* Forget it. Lady Ermengarde will do.
This high-speed battleship really has been reduced to tatters. Grr. And the Vampire's cohort gave this place a bathing too.

Sarkaz Soldier : General Manfred says this is going to be the start of the Sarkaz's victory.

Ermengarde : Hrmph. The Sarkaz's victory.
*sigh* And old Dame Kal'tsit kept warning me a future like this wouldn't bring anything about for us.
Still, I just can't figure it out. Why would my tutor have had a Feline friend for so long?
We're leaving. I hate the stench of this place.

Sarkaz Soldier : Come with me, please. Her Highness Theresa is waiting for you.

<Background 3>

Amiya : Doctor, good morning.
We need to make some plans... for our upcoming operation.
The Sarkaz are treating the citizens as insurance that they won't be directly artillery-struck, but whether the Military Commission or the dukes, we can't truly count on their benevolence in this.
And even if we ignore the game that's ongoing between them, we're still bearing witness to the terrible state the blockade zone is in.

Baird : You've seen the state of chaos Norport is in these days. Far easier said than done to change the status quo.
That medicine and stuff you brought with... I gave it a count. Afraid it's only a drop in the bucket.

Amiya : Right, what you can accomplish is going to be very limited with our help alone. But that's no reason for us to hold back.
Investigation of the airship and evacuation plans for the plate's citizens are simultaneous work for us. We can't afford to overlook anything.

Delphine : Um...

Amiya : What's the matter, Miss Delphine?

Delphine : You lot have the chops, right? You wriggled through the Sarkaz blockade to get here, so I'm guessing it's as easy for you to slip back out.

Amiya : I can say with pride that those gathered here now are all extraordinary operators of Rhodes Island, but I'm very sorry, Miss Delphine... I think we may not live up to what you're imagining.
When pitted against those steering the war from behind the scenes, we may very well be called puny.

Delphine : So... you only got here thanks to some help?

Ines : Unfortunately, it's a 'deal' as the man loved to put it, and not a fantastic one at that.

Delphine : Are you... a Sarkaz?
Didn't think a duke would've found another Sarkaz lot to work with instead...

Ines : Hmph. Someone thinks too much.

Delphine : No, I just read the papers usually.

Ines : Very good habit.

Delphine : You're still planning the evac right now, aren't you? Did your fancy-pants backer agree to help?

Ines : Sadly for you, no. All signs say she doesn't care.

Delphine : But you lot obviously do.

Ines : Hah. Welcome to Rhodes Island.
I'm keeping my opinions to myself, though. My concern is whether we can get out of here alive.

Delphine : Then I've a proposal. Rhodes Islanders, this may be a bit of a risk...
The Sarkaz have locked down every information channel out of Norport, and I think I can guess what their excuse to the wider public is.
And see, I trust any of the dukes to know it is nothing more than an excuse.

Ines : But they won't spoil the facade themselves. In fact, the dukes and the Military Commission of Kazdel have a quiet understanding on that.
Yes, the Sarkaz are using this plate's people as an excuse. Aren't the dukes? My guess is if the Sarkaz did slaughter every last soul here, a few dukes would be breathing a sigh of relief.
In a war, some only see ethics as a burden.

Delphine : Yeah, you're not wrong.
So we... go and break that silent understanding.
We need to give some of the dukes a push. Make them act more decisively.
Before we're all dead here for real.

<Background 4>

Golding : ......

Damazti Cluster : Days it's been, Golding, and still not a word from you.
You're not this reticent a person, as far as we know.

Golding : How are the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps?

Damazti Cluster : They've left the city.

Golding : How many of them are left?

Damazti Cluster : Not many, I wager.

Golding : ......

Damazti Cluster : Fine, back to your silence. Does it bring you any peace?

Golding : I'm simply... remembering them. Remembering them all.

Damazti Cluster : Enough, enough, Golding. You don't belong to them by nature, and you're free in any case to forget that insubstantial sense of affiliation.
It wasn't your hands that killed them. Most simply do just die in war. You even came up with a word for it–"sacrifice."
And most of those names, the people hiding behind them, you've never so much as met.
Does becoming a member of a collective instill joy or pride in you?
Regretfully, as you've seen, we can only belong to ourselves in the end.

Golding : No. I used to believe that...
At first, I believed I fought for our shared dream, for the Self-Salvation Corps' cause.
In these past days, I've realized that might not have been the case.
Lettou was right. We are all the same kind.
I told him he was pessimistic... yet look at me. Whether I admit it or not... I'm someone who despairs easily myself.
The Corps' members may fight with pure ideals in heart, but the Corps itself does not.
Take Clovisia, or Allerdale... both women I respect for their character, yet their aims extend far beyond what they claim out loud.
For a very long time, I pretended to be blind to that.

Damazti Cluster : It disillusions you now. You finally realize your undertakings were marred since the start.
You feel your efforts were all in vain.

Golding : Hardly.
You see, I don't have any cause on my mind. I'm just thinking of the people. Faces upon faces.
Heidi, Feist, Rockrock, old Bill, Adams, little George...
I have no standing, and no right to say I should repent for the Self-Salvation Corps. I don't belong to any illusory collectives of that sort.
But I need... to come face-to-face with every one of them, inside myself.

Operation story: 12-10

After operation

Summary

W escorts the gravely wounded Kal'tsit. Rhodes Island accepts Delphine's proposal, now settled on a plan to pressure the Dukes into launching a rescue. Meanwhile, the embittered thugs of the lockdown zone are the latest to learn of Siege's royal status.

<Background 1>

[W drives the truck with the injured Kal'tsit, Mon3tr, and Shining in it across the battlefield. ]

Shining : W, perhaps you could drive a little slower.

W : Our tragically wounded Dame won't hang in there much longer, Shining.
Hold on tight, everybody. Incline ahead.

[W drives the truck across the ramp. ]

Shining : A ride this rough likely won't benefit Kal'tsit's recovery in any way.

W : So what? Theresis couldn't hack her to death. You think a little bad suspension's gonna be what does it?
Whew, the roads here suck. Passing through a bomb crater, guys.

Shining : You could steer around.

W : Too late, I'm going in.

[W drives the truck through a crater. ]

Mon3tr : (Menacing growl)

W : Yeah, yeah, Kal'tsit Jr. Now get your claws off me.
You're free to screw off of the car and drag your sorry little master behind us. Your choice.

Mon3tr : (High-pitched braying)

W : Got something ticking in your metal skull? You can try it, I'll play ball with you.
Or maybe, I should just throw you off and make roadkill out of you.

Shining : W, we're in a hurry.

W : This hag can't cough a single word at anyone right now, and look at how sad and distressed her stupid wimpy pet is! I've never felt this good in my life!
Don't you wanna get payback on your boss? Medical Department shit-stirrer Kal'tsit, reduced to THIS!!!

Shining : She is my patient now.

W : Ugh. You're boring as ever.
Tell Closure and her circus troupe to follow our route. With the dukes and the Sarkaz duking it out, I'm the only one who still knows where to find an opening.

Shining : You're very familiar with the terrain and situation.

W : How do you think I survived the past few years? What, did you picture me swimming in Londinium's sewers?
A merc's got her ways.
Once we're through these ruins, we'll hit our destination.

Shining : Is she already there?

W : You've got my word. I never miss the chance to make someone owe me.
But pushing the wheelchair's not on your base plan. I get an extra favor for that.

Shining : ...Fine.

W : Oh yeah, what's the deal between you and the hag? Dragging an incap into Londinium's a pretty terrible idea.

Shining : She is my...
No. I am her sin.

<Background 2>

Amiya : ...A comms station?

Delphine : We need to broadcast our existence out there.

Doctor : It'll be an invitation.

Delphine : Right on the money, Doctor of Rhodes Island.

Doctor : The dukes need to know about this.
If none act, it gives any other dukes fodder against them.
When the crown's vacant, everyone will want to be airtight.

Delphine : You know Victoria better than I imagined.

Ines : Where can we find a comms station?

Delphine : The signal hub for this place got wrecked by the Sarkaz right off the bat, but I know of a small station we might still be able to use.
It's in a pub. Best house in all of Londinium before Norport went to pot.
They set up a signal transceiver with mad high power in there, so they could get ahead of what their guests from all over wanted.
It looks like stones fell and blocked up the whole outside of it, but if we can find a way in, and use the gear that's still left in there, then I think we...

Ines : It'll be an extremely dangerous op. Going by what you've told us, we're in luck if that sorry station still works, after which we couldn't even encrypt the outgoing signal.

Delphine : Bang on. It's an old civilian model.
No matter who hears, they'll know what we're trying to say in a flash.

Ines : And the Sarkaz will immediately act.

Delphine : We've just got to gamble on the dukes not wanting a preventable massacre to their name.
Besides, I'm trusting... some duke or other will want to step up proper. After all, they're not going to want a Victoria in ruins themselves.

Ines : The Duke of Windermere, for example?

Delphine : ......
She could be one of them, yeah.

Ines : Interesting. Looks like you do read plenty of newspapers, Delphine.
Doctor, Amiya, I believe this plan is feasible. We need to inject a little chaos to shatter the deadlock.
One or more dukes on the offensive can be a smokescreen for us, whether it's finding where that airship is located, or creating conditions for the people to evacuate their abandoned plate.

Siege : Then before we do, we need to put an end to the pointless infighting and cutthroat slaughter in this lockdown zone.

Amiya : We need to give them a reason to reunite.

Doctor : Letting everyone know hope still exists, for example.

Amiya : Yes.
If we can make headway on that, and distribute the remaining resources here to those who need them most... then maybe we can hold out for even longer.
Rebuilding broken trust, just like you said.

Ines : Hmph. Real or fake, hope is still hope anyhow.

Cador : So. That's your genius plan? Go to an old pub for an old comms station, and beg the dukes outside to save us because we're all dead meat in here?
Incredible. I might want to applaud you lot.

Delphine : If you have any good ideas, you can give them right now, Cador.
Aside from charging past the Sarkaz blockade walls.

Cador : Just didn't think after becoming thieves and conmen, we'd finally be grovelling on the ground to all those snot-nosed blue-blood boys and girls.

Delphine : If you don't like the idea of it being a mayday, you can think of it as a wager instead.

Cador : Oh, look, what an elite word, "wager!" Oh, we're off making a wager with the people in their castles now, lucky us!

Delphine : And you can choose to keep robbing people in the street. I won't stop you.

Cador : Pick what you want to talk about!

Delphine : Cador, I know you care about your "dignity" like nothing else, but NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR IT.
If the dukes attacking can help us, then inviting them is an option.

Cador : Alright. You thought of the consequences?
The dukes help us. Bang-up. Then what?
We hop on their warships to march for our great Londinium? Or do we become their subjects, sticking ourselves in Caster or Wellington's factories to feed ourselves to lathing machines?
This is not going to do us bloody favors. We are about to sell our lives to the BLOODY NOBLES!
Say goodbye to being Berties anymore, we'll be asylum-seekers for them to snuff out as they feel!

Delphine : AND WE AREN'T RIGHT NOW?!
CADOR! DO YOU THINK WE'RE THE FREE AND HAPPY PEOPLE OF NORPORT RIGHT NOW?!
WAR BROKE OUT! WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!
Do–Do you want to tell me that you think once a hero descends from the sky to guide all Porties together with you to crush the Sarkaz outside, just like you've been dreaming–
–that everything can return to how it was?
"Dignity!" Look at us, Cador!
We know... full well, what the hell we've done!

Cador : ......
I–

[A loud sound is heard outside. ]

Siege : Shit. What's happening?!

Cador : In the street! They're all armed!

Baird : Okay, no panic. We need to clear this up–

[Baird checks outside to see a mob throwing rocks at the gym. ]

Baird : Do they not want to live anymore? Who still has the strength to scrap this hard?
Every gang sheltering in Norbert should be in the same boat as us in terms of low supplies–

「Through the boarded-up window, all that can be seen is still-live smoke.
Then hollering and cursing, coupled with crying and begging. The sort of thing they've had to tune out these days. Blind eye, deaf ear.
But this time, it's not brief clamor from a dingy alleyway. It's not following nervousness or hesitation, or any attempt at cover or disguise.
Within the smoke, a luggage trolley nonchalantly rolls down the street, very well the previous property of some inn, a past life of conveying suitcases big and small belonging to guests from all corners.
Now, pushed out amidst the dust by the explosion's aftermath, it becomes the focal point where everyone's gazes gather–the target of all their ardent desires.
Atop that trolley is a stack of supplies full to bursting. Box upon box of tin cans, clean water, rations rough yet oh so sweet... 」

Baird : That's...

「Her voice fails and falters. She finds herself... unable to avert her eyes. 」

<Background 3>

[A throng of thugs are fighting over the food supplies. ]

Desperate Thug : I... I need this food! Get lost!

Worked-Up Thug : You get lost! God's sakes, I don't need you here! You can't eat that much!

Desperate Thug : You can split a bit with me, come on, just a few rolls of bread'll do...

Worked-Up Thug : Take your hands off the stuff first!

「The crowds are quarreling, ripping and tearing, the luggage freewheeling from one group's hands to another's.
People fall, climb back up, throw themselves at their mountain of hopes, each with a wish to get their share from it.
But most end up empty-handed. 」

Cador : Bloody hell! Where'd all that shit even come from?!
Half an hour more and they'll be killing all their own!
Hey, stop! Stop!

[The mobs threw rock at Cador, but Baird protects him. ]

Baird : Stay back. For now.
They won't hear what you're saying. We can't...

「Baird notices a silhouette slip past her. 」

Baird : Siege!

「Siege's hammer smashes fiercely against the ground, the turbulence blowing away the dust and stench of blood throughout the street.
She takes in the people before her, and they give her death stares back. 」

Worked-Up Thug : Siege...
What are you here for? What are you doing?

Siege : I recognize you. LJ. Your three brats doing alright?

Worked-Up Thug : Hahahahahah. Alright?
We can find out once we see them. Just die first. Or maybe I will.
It's fine for them. They're free. No need to fight over scraps like the brutes we are. They died a clean and honest death.
So, Siege? Gonna be a saint, send me to see them?

Siege : We don't have to do this. There's no point going knives out at our own neighbors here.

Worked-Up Thug : There's all the point.
It's the point and then some, Siege. A roll of bread means I live through tonight. If my luck's good, tomorrow night too.
Aren't you hungry? Aren't you parched? Do you even have the energy to choose?
'Cause that tells me it hasn't tormented you enough. You're not even part of this.
Give me an answer, Siege, why don't you. How much hope are you looking to steal from me?
I could never beat you before. But now, I can–

[Suddenly the worked-up thug's body become unstable, obviously due to his Oripathy. ]

Worked-Up Thug : Uwgh–graagh–

Amiya : No, stop! Sir!
You're not casting, you're destroying your own body! Your increased Arts Assimilation is just a pathological result of acute infection!
We can help you! Please stop!

Worked-Up Thug : Shove off, shove off! You self-respecting do-gooders! Either go back and hide in your houses, or join the bloody fight!
Everyone wants to survive, and this is the most reliable method I know.

Cador : Shit, LJ! You want me to pound you flat that badly?!
Alright, I–

Morgan : Save it! God's sakes, enough!
Her Royal Highness Alexandrina Vina Victoria is here!

Siege : Morgan!

Morgan : Progeny of the Aslan King, Her Royal Highness Alexandrina Vina Victoria, has brought back the Sighs of Kings!

Desperate Thug : Victoria... Siege, your surname was Victoria?!
That sword's... the Sighs of Kings?
But...
Well, I always suspected... you weren't an ordinary Feline.

Delphine : ......
Per Her Royal Highness's demands, the dukes' forces have begun to advance their way here.
Those Sarkaz won't hold them off, even if they throw in the ship! We're saved now!

Siege : Delphine, even you're...

Cador : Her Royal Highness?
Siege... you were bloody royal family?
Hahahah...

Desperate Thug : The dukes, they're finally–
Siege... no, Your Royal Highness Alexandrina, I have to...

[The worked-up thug collapses. ]

Worked-Up Thug : Rgghh–

Amiya : ...Acute Oripathy symptoms.
I'll prep an inhibitor injection straight away. He's in terrible condition.

Morgan : You see, we have medicine too! We just need to hold on a little longer–
That's right, just a little longer now.

12-11: Ticking Clock

Summary

The Damazti Cluster reflects on the significance of their existence throughout history. Kal'tsit reflects on her longevity, and places her hopes for the future of the Sarkaz on W.

<Background 1>

[The scenery shifts into a farmland with the Damazti Cluster assuming the form of a Kazimierzian knight. ]

"Kazimierzian" : I often feel that the times change with irregularity.
Their means of coming up with concepts so brilliant, their methods of forming societies so diverse, it's all dizzying.
I've lived in Kazimierz many times, and every time I leave, I end up coming back. To tell you the truth, Banshee, traces of us are still present in that land of knights.
I must admit the place is indeed fascinating.

Logos : Yet you didn't have me sketch out those neon lit skyscrapers for you.
You simply... chose this ordinary village for the stage this time.

"Kazimierzian" : Because it's much quieter here, and it's Kazimierz as I first saw it.
Golden farmlands amid the never ending plains. It's a pity that these are probably no longer important to the Kazimierz of today.
What do you think, how does it compare to Kazdel?

Logos : Kazdel is a land of ruin, but the rubble also means that there are countless possibilities beneath it.
Our visions of Kazdel may have their differences, but we can still look forward to its next iteration.

"Kazimierzian" : And as for Kazimierz, it evolved so fast that in the blink of an eye, the Pegasi along with their morals and glory dispersed and withered away.
And it became even sweeter, more fascinating...
The descendants of the Elders and the Ancients accuse us Sarkaz of devouring their flesh and blood, and enslaving their souls. So they found a new method, and they did it even better than us.
They let those under their rule be fed, swallowed, turned into nourishment for their monster to continue expanding and grow.
And all they have to pay is a promise of the pleasures of life.
I searched for Kazimierz's rulers, intrigued by what they had created, but instead I only discovered...
No, there was no ruler, those company spokesmen, those members of the General Chamber of Commerce, even the Adeptus Sprawiedliwi or the Grand Knight, you could not call any of them a ruler of Kazimierz.
Inflated desire is so powerful that it can rule itself.

Logos : Is a simple thirst for survival enough to keep up with your search, Damazti?
You're more restless than I imagined, what exactly are you afraid of?

"Kazimierzian" : Of sinking, deep into the past and history.
I just want to understand...
How to get along with ourselves.

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : ......

[Kal'tsit opened her eyes to see W. ]

Kal'tsit : Ugh...

W : Hey, Kal'tsit. Not lookin' so hot, hm?

Kal'tsit : Where am I...?

W : Why not sleep in a little longer? I need some more time to get a bomb under your pillow.
I'm guessing you're probably not in the best mood, waking up to see me, of all people. The feeling's mutual.
I'd rather die than let someone think I've been hovering over your bed, day after day with tears in my eyes, praying with all my heart and soul that you'd open your eyes.
Believe me, this is just a coincidence. I only came looking for water, and you just happened to be in my spot.

Kal'tsit : Where are the Doctor and Amiya?

W : Wanna take a guess?
Maybe I killed them both while you were taking a lazy cat nap.

Kal'tsit : Sounds like they're both fine, for now.

W : You have so much faith in me?

Kal'tsit : What's our present location?

W : The outskirts of Londinium, in a safehouse of mine. The courtyard out there is packed with a whole bunch of your people right now.
Is this favor of mine part of your grand plan too, Kal'tsit? You can try thanking me from the bottom of your heart, and I'll consider accepting your gratitude.

Kal'tsit : Ascalon and I did work out several plans, and we did consider enlisting the help of ex-Babel members for the worst-case scenarios.

W : I always knew you were so good at calculating everyone's usefulness–

Kal'tsit : But, I have to thank you, W.
As you requested, from the bottom of my heart.

W : ......Oh?
Did Theresis smash your head in too hard? Should I call Shining?

Kal'tsit : I...
Ugh–
......
W.

W : I was kidding about calling Shining, by the way. Getting a brain injury wouldn't necessarily be the worst thing for you.

Kal'tsit : Can you... help me up? I need to get out of bed.

W : ......
......Fine.

<Background fades out and in>

W : Water for you.

Kal'tsit : Thanks.
Withdrawing from Londinium was an extremely risky operation. Can you tell me the current situation?

W : You sure you wanna ask me? Closure's busy getting those temporary barracks up now, but we could keep our distance from each other till she gets back.

Kal'tsit : I want to hear it from you. Mercenaries have a keener sense of danger.

W : ......Fine.
Your Self-Salvation Corps got played by Manfred, hard.
He and his little sidekick seem to have found just the right time to take you guys out. The way I see it, these poor city folk were never a match for sharp-edged blood-licking Sarkaz scum.
And now your poor wretches are being driven out of Londinium, which honestly to me, is a good thing. It's way better than dying in some alley for nothing.
The only good news is that the dukes finally got moving. That bitch Ines tells me the Doctor and the little bunny were kidnapped by a certain duke who wants to use them to do a favor.

Kal'tsit : A duke...?
So a war has broken out after all.

W : Isn't it tragic? You've missed out on all sorts of excitement.
Any regrets, Kal'tsit? Seems like your gigantic brain didn't get you the results you wanted.

Kal'tsit : I've never regretted my actions.

Kal'tsit : But sometimes I feel...
...exhausted.

W : Wow. So you're actually capable of such a show of emotion? I gotta grab this once-in-a-lifetime chance to take a selfie with a poor, miserable Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : I won't pretend to be the type who hides in the shadows and gropes in the direction of history, although sometimes I do hope that things go my way.
I... and my past selves have tried many approaches. Some have been successful, while others in hindsight have proven to be questionable.
But I still maintain that every choice has been made with rational judgement, and was the optimal choice at the time.

W : Hmph. Optimal, huh?

Kal'tsit : "Optimal..." Using such a term does make it sound like all related problems were solved.
But that's not really the case. I can only ensure that things don't turn out for the worst.
But no matter how I try, the results often prove to me that the impact an individual can make is always limited in the end.
No matter who it is.
Even if this name, "Kal'tsit," and the memories she carries have been walking these lands for so long, what I can accomplish... might be called insignificant.
W, I... I destroyed Kazdel once. The me that I was then believed that it was the only way to bring peace.
We managed to behead The Lord of Fiends then, and we were victorious, for all intents and purposes. According to our plans, we should have reclaimed the King's authority.
I had prepared all kinds of plans, and the successors were under my supervision.
But at that moment Theresa... chose to pick up the black crown.

W : Hey, I'm not here for a history lesson.
But I'm awful curious, Kal'tsit. Why did you and her put Babel together anyway? What exactly do the Sarkaz mean to you?
If you're just trying to play with our lives, she... Theresa wouldn't be on your side.

Kal'tsit : We found that, in actuality, the Sarkaz aren't so different than the rest of us as we had originally thought. Not inferior to any other race, nor nobler than any other existence.
No matter where we've come from, Originium has changed us all into a similar form, possessing the same emotions and desires.
This land is currently in an ugly state. The Sarkaz souls whisper of being the former masters of this world, and they were slaughtered, oppressed, displaced for countless millennia.
I have seen the times of old. I was there when only Sarkaz walked on the land.
In fact, the term "Sarkaz" actually originates from an arrogant abbreviation of their murderers, though it has also become a rallying cry for the victims.
The difference between a Djall and Goliath is huge, and so is the stark contrast in appearance between a Cyclops and a Diαblo, but why have they all been classified as common "Sarkaz?"
If a Vampire establishes his own country, how would it be any different from the arrogant Victoria of today? If a Nachzehrer were to rule all civilization, how would the culture be any different from those under the ice-cold rule of Ursus?
Theresa and I came to the conclusion that these conflicts ultimately lead nowhere.
She dived so deep into the Lord of Fiends' memories, and realized what I had feared was indeed possible.
Our time... or rather, all time for these lands, this world, is running out.

<Background 2>

W : Why are you telling me all this? Didn't I say I'm not into history?

Kal'tsit : It's precisely because you're not, W.
History has made Vampires, Liches, Nachzehrer, Damazti, Gargoyles... made all of you into Sarkaz, but it has also bound the Sarkaz to their past.
Kazdel shall be rebuilt, but what will it be rebuilt on?
Perhaps someone like you would have a different answer than I do, W.

<Background 3>

Feist : ......

Rockrock : Are you still worried about Catherine, Feist?
The wounded have settled down for the time being. That Sarkaz mercenary called W... she's really capable.
The Self-Salvation Corps are already re-organizing themselves, and I think we'll be back in Londinium in no time.

Feist : Oh yeah.
......
Rockrock, did you see anyone yesterday night?

Rockrock : You mean like Sarkaz troops?

Feist : No, of course not, strangers, or... I don't know actually.

Rockrock : What's going on?

Feist : I received a letter... it was in my suitcase this morning.

Rockrock : Wasn't it written by a Self-Salvation Corps soldier?

Feist : The handwriting's really familiar to me, but no one's coming to mind.
The letter said that Granny is in Londinium safe and sound, and I needn't worry.
And... it also contained several addresses, not very far from here.

Rockrock : The only person who would do such a thing, would be a certain duke.

Feist : Yeah.

Rockrock : But that duke isn't a Londinier.

Feist : Don't worry, I know exactly whose side I'm stood on.
No matter what those bigwigs think of us... we're not their pawns.
They think the war is just a scramble for power, and that we don't have the right to make our own choices.
The Self-Salvation Corps will show them all they're sorely mistaken.

Operation story: 12-12

Before operation

Summary

A perplexed Siege fails to get Cador's approval, and the rift between the Glasgow Gang members new and old grows even deeper. Rhodes Island tries to use the hotel's communication station.

<Background 1>

Amiya : ......
Sixty percent of the Infected here were infected within the week. They're deteriorating fairly rapidly too.
Almost everyone here seems to have been abusing their Originium Arts. They haven't had time to learn what being an Infected feels like, or how to live as one.
If only Shining was here... no, even a typical Rhodes Island Medic Operator would be doing a far better job than I am now.
All I can do is... not enough.

Siege : Don't blame yourself, Amiya. You've been at this the whole time.
There weren't as many Infected in the streets of Norport before. It's true that everyone here fights tooth and nail just to get by, but we are in Londinium after all.
It was only after I had left that I gradually came to realize just how lucky I was. What I took for granted was just exceptions for my privilege.
People misjudge their own abilities in the environments they inhabit, mistakenly believing they rightfully earned their positions in life through their own efforts.
Only when everything crumbles does one recognize the silver spoon in one's mouth.

[Cador reacts to Siege by saying, ]

Cador : Hah. Such self-awareness, Your Royal Highness.
So, this is what you came back for? To grow a large base of loyalists to help you ascend to the throne?
Heh, I'm the stupid one here. I actually thought... you were the legendary "Siege" they would willingly die for.

Siege : It was not my intention, Cador.
I've never claimed to be any kind of royalty, but... that move Morgan pulled did prove useful.
You talked of "unity" before, so regardless, this is just a–

Cador : Wow, such an honor, to earn praise from Her Royal Highness Vina!
How touching! Should we shake hands and find your royal photographer to take a picture of us together?

Siege : ...
I don't know how I've offended you, Cador, but I believe we should be on the same side.

Cador : The same side?
Look, you're all clean and innocent... but us?
Just the other day, we kicked out an old couple.
They were my neighbors at the apartment I was renting, and they used to be real nice to me, even giving me fried fins they had made too much of.
When we were dragged out by the Sarkaz and brought to this area, I saw them panicking in the crowd, practically drowning in it, trying their hardest to not let go...
I couldn't take it anymore, and I brought them to the boxing gym.
That old lady worked really hard, and helped us out a ton. The old man... well, he told a good joke, at least, and a night watch with him around was never boring.
But I had them leave a few days ago.
Delphine gave them two days' worth of rations, and helped them settle down at the Sude Shopping Center's basement car park.
That place must have already been looted a dozen times, but if you're lucky, you can sometimes find food that's been left behind.

Siege : That's a solid shelter, it should be safe enough.

Cador : Yeah.
But they were Infected. Turned not too long ago at that. I don't know where the Originium dust even floated from, and they're old, and their condition was worsening rapidly.
And I...
......
I didn't give them a single Oripathy inhibitor. Because they should go to someone younger and stronger who needs it more.

Siege : –
I understand your decision. But...

Cador : I know. They're ancient. They would probably die from a Sarkaz's Arts, or from a building collapsing in on them, or even from a heart attack triggered by a cannon blast–but I snatched their last shred of hope away from them.
They might have even survived–but I killed them.
And I don't think I've done any wrong.

Siege : ......

Cador : You know what, Vina? Can you imagine how they were when they left?

Siege : I can imagine...

Cador : No. You can't.
No crying, no pleading, no cursing. That old man was still making jokes up to the very last moment, mocking the head chef of the old Gaulish restaurant at the mall.
They clutched their tiny little bag, stuffed with all their remaining hopes. And just like that, they helped each other up through all their shaking and trembling and went out the door.
If they were unlucky, they might've already been robbed by some roadside lunatic.
I dreamt of them yesterday.

Siege : You're not responsible for any of this, Cador, you're just–

Cador : You think I dreamt of their tragic deaths? From Oripathy, starvation, or the flames of war? Heh.
I... I dreamt that the war was over, that Norport had returned to Londinium, and we were rebuilding our home.
I saw order being restored, the city walls patched up, us living in spanking new houses. And then amongst a crowd celebrating it all, I saw... that old geezer.
Still alive. He had survived, and sometimes it was his wife instead. He or she would stare at me dead-on with those eyes, in the gaps between the fireworks.
I was never afraid of them dying. I know I made a cruel decision, I forced them to sacrifice themselves for a chance to save some others.
But what if, when all of this is done and over with, hatred still flows on the peaceful banks of the St. Djuna River? He'll gaze at me, as if asking me–
How should I answer? How do I leave this war?

Siege : I'm very s–

Cador : Don't apologize, Vina! You don't have the right.
You hold a sword that only exists in fables, and tell us the former boss of the Glasgow Gang is actually a king, and those young thugs following her are knights, supporters and vassals of royalty–
–And then you say, that you've returned, you should help us, you can save us, and we should unite and stand together by your side.
Real funny, innit? After all everyone's been through–
After the Glasgow Gang, who helped others run their turf become a ragtag group of drifters, thieves, robbers, and murderers, you've finally returned.
You became kings, knights, and saints.
I should be welcoming you with open arms, "King of the Siege."
Your Glasgow Gang isn't here anymore. You are nothing. To us members of the current Glasgow Gang, you are nothing at all.

Siege : But we have to work together!
Only then we can stop–
...survive the war.

Cador : You sure are clever. Vina, we don't plan to stop anything, and you have no good reason for us to sacrifice ourselves for your lofty ideals.
You lot, and the nobles, are at war with the Sarkaz, fighting over something I could have never thought about my whole life.
And us utterly defenseless commoners, we're pushed here by just the slightest ripples of your war.
Yes, for the sake of keeping my head. I will first resist the urge to strangle you to death.
You lot can stay here, and go on with your magnificent plans to save this neighborhood or the whole damned country.
Or you can finish your business, and then leave quietly, just as you arrived.
I have no thoughts on any of this, "Your Royal Highness," am I even qualified to ask?

Siege : No.
I'm only a member of the Glasgow Gang, and the Vina you know.

Cador : Then we wait and see, Vina.

<Background 2>

[The elderly Sarkaz from before stood in the streets. ]

Elderly Sarkaz : Phew......

??? : I told you before, Mr. Colbert. Loading up supplies and throwing them out was not a good idea.

Colbert : It is indeed different from what I had imagined, Percival.
I thought... this would somehow help a few people.
They could have each swiped one of two can of beans, and they could make it last until the next distribution.
I should have made this even more public–

Percival : It would have ended the same, Mr. Colbert, or maybe even worse.
Even if they were pretending to be polite before, you should probably hide somewhere safe with the way things are now.
It's good that you have some life-saving supplies, but take a guess. Would you look more like a saint or a devil in their eyes?

Colbert : Haha, I am a Sarkaz, in the first place.
Are they telling the truth?
An Aslan heir to the throne? The dukes are following her orders and are about to launch an assault here?

Percival : Hmph, I'm sure you're not one of those street punks who believe in those legends, we all know how the king died.

Colbert : Whoever they are, they've helped us greatly, so we should...

[Ines shows up alongside Delphine and the Doctor. ]

Ines : Talk with them, right?

Delphine : Miss Ines! We should gone about this in a gentler...

Percival : ?!
You're the one from before...

Delphine : Believe us, we mean no harm.

Doctor : We just want to talk to you.

Percival : Do you think I'd believe you? A hooded mystery, a Sarkaz mercenary, and your claim of being in cahoots with the Aslan King?

Ines : Hmph, anything is possible.
I never expected I'd get another identity for myself here.

Percival : What are you planning?

Ines : You're both from the Sunset Street hotel, right?
Seems like these two know their secret channels well.

Colbert : A kindly Sarkaz mercenary gave us some supplies, it's not much, but I think...

Ines : Let's not be hasty, sir. We can talk this out.

Doctor : We also have some attractive proposals for the both of you.

Percival : ......
Fine, it doesn't matter who you are, as long as you're serious about helping out Berties.

<Background 3>

[Colbert, Percival, Delphine, Ines, and the Doctor enters the lobby of a hotel. ]

Delphine : So this hotel is still standing... I thought it was a complete ruin from the outside.

Percival : I could spend five hours complaining to you about how difficult it was to put up a facade of ruin.
We just want to avoid trouble, Mr. Colbert here isn't the fighting sort.

Colbert : I hope you won't blame me, but I just want to... maintain the dignity of this hotel.
It used to be a great place, and I've worked here my whole life, so I couldn't bear to see my hard work burn to ash.

Delphine : I understand, Mr. Colbert, I remember what it used to look like.
Those dazzling crystal chandeliers, passionate doormen and waiters, and those gorgeous suites.
Not to mention those beautiful flags hanging on the door.

Colbert : Flags... I see, you were once a valued guest of our establishment.

Delphine : That was many years ago.
We can talk about these things later. I hear there's a Sarkaz mercenary giving you food?

Colbert : Yes, a young girl who calls herself Paprika. I have a feeling it's not an easy matter for her.

Ines : Paprika?

Doctor : Do you know a mercenary by that name, Ines?

Ines : I saw a brief from Ascalon's mission in Highbury, and the name came up.

Doctor : I remember now, she let Catherine go.

Ines : Manfred apprehended her, and I thought she was already dead.

Delphine : So you're saying this is a genuinely kind Sarkaz?

Ines : No, this means that the food supply is probably within the scope of Manfred's plans.
The Military Commission needs the people of Norport to stay alive, for now at least.
What are they waiting for?

Delphine : We don't have the time to care about Sarkaz plans now, Rhodes Islanders.
I know this hotel houses a communications station, and I need to use it.

Percival : ......
What are you planning to do?

Delphine : Contact the dukes, and have them provide backup.

Percival : So, your story about that "Her Royal Highness" was fake after all.
You gave the people of Norport a phony promise.

Delphine : We're working hard to make it a reality!
As long as we get a broadcast out, the dukes won't sit idly by. This I can assure you.

Percival : You believe in those nobles that much?

Delphine : ......
I just believe in their ambition.

Percival : And what about after your broadcast? There's no way to encrypt the frequency here, so the Sarkaz are going to hear it too.

Delphine : Miss Vina told me that she and the Glasgow Gang will organize an operation to break through the blockade walls, and should they manage it, there should be secret passages leading outside.
They've used it before.
So we just have to hold out until the dukes launch their assault.

Percival : And how long will we need to "hold out?"

Delphine : Under four hours.

Percival : You sound certain.

Delphine : ......

Percival : And after leaving this area? This is a battlefield, after all.

Delphine : That's a problem for later. There's no way we can plan for everything in advance.
We just have to escape this place, and then what happens after will surely...

Ines : Just a second, are there any other guests in the hotel?

Colbert : Ah? No, of course not.
It's just me and Percival hiding here these days.

Ines : –

[Ines channeled her Arts. ]

Delphine : The shadow is... expanding?

Ines : Hide yourself and follow me.

Delphine : Huh? But–
Miss Ines, don't drag me!

Ines : Come with me if you want to live, Delphine Windermere!

Delphine : Wha?
You... how did you...?

Doctor : You'll want to leave here too.

Colbert : What? What's going on now?

Percival : ......
Mr. Colbert, do as they say.

[Colbert and Percival heads off. ]

Ines : Dr. {nickname}, you...

Doctor : Leave it to me. / ...... / Don't worry, we're still cooperating with him.
You should have a good chat with Miss Delphine.
This is concerning Rhodes Island's future.

Ines : ...I get it.

[Ines takes Delphine elsewhere under the cover of her Arts. ]

Doctor : You want a chair, sir?

[The one Ines senses turns out to be the Trilby Asher from before, who walks toward the Doctor. ]

"Trilby Asher" : No need. I prefer to stand.
You've gotten me into quite a bit of trouble, Doctor of Rhodes Island. The identity of Her Royal Highness Alexandrina is an extremely sensitive matter in Victoria, and you should have been well aware of this.
I had thought we already came to a tacit understanding on this matter.
But, well, let us put that aside for the moment...
Might you introduce me to that hasty blue-haired lady who just left? I would like to make her acquaintance.
Perhaps even share a dance with her.

Operation story: 12-13

After operation

Summary

The Doctor talks one-on-one with the "Trilby Asher." Meanwhile, Amiya helps Siege through the bewilderment she's in.

<Background 1>

Ines : So, your name really is Delphine Windermere.

Delphine : ......
How did you know?

Ines : I guessed.

Delphine : Fine. You guessed. Three cheers for you.
That's a "Trilby Asher." You have the Duke of Caster behind you, then.
No wonder. She's after that Realmblade. Hmph, she's not trying to keep her ambitions up her sleeve anymore.
Looks like you lot are in far more shit situations than I thought.
Is Vina really back in Londinium to take the throne?

Ines : You'd have to ask her. I don't really care.

Delphine : What do you like to care about, then?

Ines : How not to get my clothes dirty more than anything, if I had to say.

Delphine : ......
Once I get back, I'll tell my mother she'll want to keep a closer eye on Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals.
Turns out we were underestimating the "medical organization."

Ines : What, do I not look like a doctor?

Delphine : No.

Ines : I'll try a little harder next time.
Now let's lay our cards on the table, Delphine.
How many men did the Duke of Windermere deploy on this plate?

Delphine : I have two bodyguards... but I assume they're both dead.
Just after the Sarkaz put this place under lockdown, they tried to break out with me in tow. They failed.

Ines : Two bodyguards. Very down-to-earth for a Duke's Princess.
You have eyes on that sword too?

Delphine : You can relax. Duke Windermere's not interested in the Sighs of Kings, I can promise you that.

Ines : So why are you here?

Delphine : Coincidence.

Ines : Let me remind you, you owe me one.
You're capable of leaving right now. I'm guessing Sir "Trilby Asher" would love to talk with a fellow duke's successor.
If the Duke of Windermere, fighter of the good fight, knew her own daughter got into an accident on a Sarkaz-surrounded plate, what would she do?
I imagine any duke would love to see her competitor take the first turn in fighting Theresis to the last man.
Of course, I could be too mean theorizing about him. He's still outside. Maybe he'll invite you for afternoon tea?

Delphine : I'll be totally frank, Ms. Ines. Your Arts... have saved my life, I can't argue that.
But me being trapped here really is just a coincidence.
Every duke has their own intelligence network in Londinium, whether it's to monitor Sarkaz movements or peep at what the other dukes are doing.
If we're being completely honest, the latter's more important than the former.
I simply thought Norport Borough would be a suitable place to hide.

Ines : To go further, an AWOL crown heir once part of the Glasgow Gang would be a very meaningful source of intel for you.

Delphine : Not exactly.
Me and Baird just... liked going to the same video shop.

Ines : Hmph–

Delphine : My guess is, the fact Vina can wander around Norport with the Sighs of Kings, and hasn't been shopped off together with the sword to meet the Duke of Caster...
That's because our "Trilby Asher" wants to use your group's power to settle some of his own problems.
Right. You're looking for the airship.
It's true, no duke would resist the temptation. Even I want to know how the Sarkaz can construct a flying fortress. It'll upend how future wars are fought.

Ines : You people really love these "wars."

Delphine : I'd think a Sarkaz mercenary would be just as passionate.
Okay, fine. I do owe you one. So, what does Rhodes Island, house of darling doctors, plan to use my life for?
Like I just said, I've got no bodyguards or troops I can send out for you here. Be as disappointed as you want, Ms. Ines.
I can't help you, your friends or that "Trilby Asher" with any of your issues.

Ines : We can handle our man and the airship ourselves just fine.

Delphine : Then what do you want? You know full well what I'm worth to Duke Caster, but you still rescued me.
You're not telling me you helped me a bunch just because you're that kind and good of a person?

Ines : Sorry, but no.

Delphine : *sigh* Worth asking.

Ines : It'd be hard for us to compete with a duke's power, I'll grant that.
And compared to Rhodes Island, I'm afraid the Duke of Caster has more of her energies focused elsewhere.
I trust you can talk your mother into helping out here.

Delphine : That's a very high asking price.
You want the support of my mother stepping up, so you can break free from Duke Caster's control.
You know what a tightrope act that's going to be.

Ines : Unfortunately, that's the only choice our house of darling doctors has.

<Background 2>

Amiya : Doctor...
I don't know if their talks with that hotel are going smoothly or not.
Maybe... I should've gone with them.

Siege : Don't worry, Amiya. Ms. Ines isn't going to put the Doctor in danger. Besides, we're just borrowing their comms station.

Amiya : I know. And I know the sick here need me more.

Siege : We nailed down a specific evacuation time before they left.
We'll need to withstand the counterattack from the Sarkaz barracks. As long as the dukes and the Sarkaz open fire on each other, the chance is ours to take.
The plan will go smoothly.

Amiya : Yes... I'm just somewhat uneasy.
There's... something here that's stifling me. I don't know what it is.
At first, I thought it was just how heavy the atmosphere was in Norport, and after that, I thought... Theresa was wanting to show me something again.
But it doesn't seem like either of those.

Siege : Amiya, when I was aboard the landship, I met some who called you "The King of Sarkaz." They were Sarkaz themselves.
What does that mean, to you? You clearly aren't a Sarkaz.
Do you hope to be a ruler who can lead her subjects? Or a hero who spearheads the charge?

「Siege runs a light hand over the Sighs of Kings at her side. The blade is still ice-cold, as ever. 」

Amiya : I don't know, Siege, I have to confess.
There was a future Theresa showed to all of us... I still firmly believe that the future she recounted is worth living for, more than anything else.
But–she gave the crown to me, yet didn't tell me just how I should arrive there. And now, she's... stood opposing us.
I can only try to convince myself–that this is her way of testing me.
I haven't actually decided how I'll face her. What will she say to me? How will she look upon what I'm doing?
......
Will the path I chose by myself... disappoint her?
I don't know if I'm someone... worth handing the authority of "The King of Sarkaz."

Siege : But still, you chose to undertake that duty.
I worry, myself, that I can't be the person they're all expecting.
The hero who can cleave apart Catastrophe, the monarch who can unite the citizenry...
How am I meant to do that? How am I meant to... respond to hopes that heavy?
Tear down a wall? Or persuade a few nobles?
Shout to the people? Or use silence to display my majesty?
I'm not good at any of that, and Gawain never taught me it either.
I spent most of my time in the Glasgow Gang. Beating up rowdy drunkards, running with my friends to help them shake the coppers–that's all I knew.
And I learned a few things at Rhodes Island, but that wasn't going to help me figure out what I should do.
I thought... it'd click when I came back.
But once Morgan took the lead on the people here, calling me "Her Royal Highness"... still, I couldn't find a thing to say.
I don't know what to do. I'm so glad it was just a temporary trick to keep everyone placated.
But then, what if I do genuinely have to take that road?
I just couldn't ignore how these people were suffering, that's all it was. And now it's become this.

Amiya : Siege... perhaps that much is enough.
Theresa once told me that "The King of Sarkaz" wasn't a duty.
I, too... just didn't want to turn away.

<Background 3>

"Trilby Asher" : Doctor of Rhodes Island, do you like your job?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Yes.

"Trilby Asher" : Well. It seems you believe you're doing something meaningful.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

"Trilby Asher" : Does the question need such protracted thought to answer?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : No.

"Trilby Asher" : Hah. So you have grander schemes than your current cause.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

"Trilby Asher" : Regardless, I can't say I like mine.
Nobody's born in love with all the jockeying and maneuvering. I know I wasn't.
If it was possible, I'd use my noble name to buy a big plot of land in some far-flung county and while away my afternoons by the fireplace.
With a small tuskbeast to keep, ideally, and a forest behind the manor, for walks, and pondering questions of literature and poetry and such.
I'm ashamed to say, I'm a lousy poet. Sometimes I get some practice works of mine published in the Londinium Daily's literary supplement.

「The man before you fiddles with his hat, almost visibly embarrassed. 」

"Trilby Asher" : The critics take no notice, but it sends me over the moons.
Still, we know that's not an easy life to make real. The ideal never is.
This is the age we've been cast into. All we can do is act in the way it educates us to.
Tell me, who was here just now?

Doctor : A Rhodes Island operator. / The owner and doorman of the hotel.

"Trilby Asher" : You know who I mean, Doctor of Rhodes Island.
How about this? We can make a deal on the side.
You bring that operator of yours out of this hotel, and continue on with your mission as previously discussed.
Then once it's done, I'll give you and Her Royal Highness Alexandrina a referral to the Duke.
Not as a pawn or a hostage, but as a guest and a friend.
We're worth working closer with.
You can be assured, to forever honor her commitments is a tenet of Her Ladyship's.

Doctor : You're more interested in a Victorian than a Sarkaz.

"Trilby Asher" : Of course. We're in Victoria, after all.
Don't be fooled by her appearances. Do you really think this plate is no more than a lovable little Sarkaz-built prison cell?

Doctor : I don't think this place is lovable.

"Trilby Asher" : Fine. Miserable, then. Suit yourself.
While you're occupied with proclaiming yourselves the royal heirs apparent to Victoria and giving the Infected their jabs, I'll be busy, anyhow.
There are common Londinium folk in torment here, but those aside, there are great numbers of–
People taking care to cover their tracks. People with ulterior motives.
The Duke I serve wishes sincerely that Victoria regains its glory after it strides over the coals, but some aren't envisaging the same thing.
I have to root them out. It's another part of my work.

Doctor : While saving the citizens here is nothing to do with you?

"Trilby Asher" : Let me guess–you're ready to pull from the textbook to criticize me.
So. No. It is something to do with me. I pray wholeheartedly that every person may live in peace and good health.
But it's not possible, is it?
Some people can cling to the now, tweaking every little thing by themselves, but some have weightier callings to undertake, even if it's not what they wish for.
Such as... seeking a future where a nation can find its footing.
I respect the former type, but all the same, I hope you wouldn't reject the latter.

Doctor : Every duke could claim the same thing.
They all think they're seeking a future for the nation.
That's the source of the disaster Victoria's in now.

"Trilby Asher" : –I won't deny it.
Some superficials would say the dukes are merely contesting over authority and advantage. It appears you're not one of them, Doctor of Rhodes Island.
Authority is only a means, and advantage is only a tool.
What the dukes are truly vying over are the qualifications to lead this country into the future.
Victoria has been dust-laden for long enough.
And the Sarkaz will be the sandpaper that wipes Victoria clean. With some polishing, our nation will shine with glory again.

Ines : You really are a lousy poet, Mr. "Trilby Asher."

[Ines returns. ]

"Trilby Asher" : I see you're finally here, Miss Ines.
I thought I wouldn't catch you in time.

Operation story: 12-14

Before operation

Summary

Reunion, the "Trilby Asher", Rhodes Island and Dublinn forces all converge on Norport, the situation growing further chaotic. There, Siege's status as Aslan royal family and the Sighs of Kings in her grasp render her the center of the maelstrom.

<Background 1>

Red : Right, now I remember. That's the Rhodes Island uniform.
Mr. Guard has a set of it, and if memory serves, Miss Susie went to some Rhodes Island after leaving Caladon too.
They should be a good bunch. Why help Miss Susie otherwise?
And they're helping the Infected here too.
*sigh* It's tough being the good ones. The good ones always choose too much responsibility for themselves.
All while some responsibilities weren't meant for anyone to bear.
Poor Rhodes Island. Maybe they went down the wrong path from square one.
Just like Nine said, injections and tablets won't solve Oripathy. The body can hurt less, but others won't change the way they look at you so easily.
We need to force them to see us, to hear our voices, to admit we're not just sores and ulcers on them.
What do you think?

??? : ......

Red : You've been with me long enough, friends. Any brilliant ideas about what I just mentioned?

[The one Red is talking to is implied to be a Dublinn soldier. ]

??? : Reunion.
You aren't part of our objective.

Red : So I'm guessing we can keep doing each to our own?

[The soldier leaves. ]

Red : Fine, leave then.
Well, since Dublinn is in the mix now, it's about time I get them evacuated.
Grr. If I had a little more time, I could've talked a few more people over.
For now, let's go rendezvous with her.

<Background 2>

Ines : You call yourself a poet...

"Trilby Asher" : Miss Ines. Another marvelous insight to share?

Ines : I've met a few poets before, all far better than you, because–
They never misused their metaphors.
Dust, sandpaper...
Out of this plate, this nation, even the entire land itself, who's the dust, and who's the sandpaper?
And how are you qualified to decide who's who?
War doesn't do metaphor in any way.
It's not some terrific journey. It's not some furnace for glory once again. It's not some ship sailing for revival.
It's just people struggling in mud. Arms broken in ruins. Stenches that never fade.
That's all it is.
...I know that better than anyone.

"Trilby Asher" : We can set aside our differences for now. I respect the views of a veteran mercenary.
But I do need an answer as to my proposal for promoting from pawn to friend.

Doctor : Ines.

Ines : Here.

Doctor : What was Delphine's response?

Ines : She's agreed, as long as both we and her can leave this place alive.
She's already left for the comms station. The broadcast will be out imminently.

"Trilby Asher" : There's a shame. We didn't need to go that far.
You've turned down an invitation from Victoria.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : The Duke of Caster can't stand for all of Victoria.

"Trilby Asher" : She will.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

"Trilby Asher" : Not a wise decision, I have to say.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : All I've turned down is a lousy poet.

"Trilby Asher" : Being clever won't help you, Doctor of Rhodes Island.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

[Suddenly an explosion is heard... ]

"Trilby Asher" : Is this one of your little schemes too?

[...as Delphine and Percival rushes in... ]

Ines : Delphine? What are you...

Percival : Run! They're–

[...and a Dublinn soldier appears, striking the Trilby Asher who narrowly blocked the attack... ]

"Trilby Asher" : You...

[...with the Dublinn soldier revealed to be the Brigadier from What the Firelight Casts. ]

"The Brigadier" : What a clamorous locale.

"Trilby Asher" : Should I refer to you as Captain of the Redsteel Guard, or "The Brigadier" of Dublinn?
Such a surprise to see your people here.

<Background 3>

Cador : Finally, an end to the slog.
Delphine and that Doctor will sort out that comms station, right?
It'll all go smooth, and then we can leave Norport.

Baird : Figured out where you're off to after?

Cador : ...Dunno.

Baird : Anyone mucking in a Norport gang either came out an orphanage or plain lost anyone to fall back on.
Goes for us too pretty much, I figure.

Cador : There'll be a way. We'll find some way to feed ourselves. Hah, maybe I'll go off and join those "Rusthammers." They love to tell stories about them, don't they.
Won't catch me dead being a duke's estate refugee at any rate, down on my knees begging those ivory tower shits for my bowl of gruel.

Baird : Cador–

Cador : I know. You think I'm still on about some naive shit, like "ooh, let's knock the daylights out of the Sarkaz" was.
......
Baird, I've lost enough living through all this. I can't just abandon the final specks I still have.
All this... pain, this torment, if it turns me, crushes me soft after all, then I may as well be dead in an alley.

Baird : It's... maybe hard to criticize being crushed, Cador. Nobody's actually got a spine of steel.

Cador : ......

Baird : During the day, I went to the video shop. McClaren wasn't there fighting over that luggage thing of supplies, so I thought he might've had an accident.

Cador : He always thinks everyone's up to something, the weirdo.

Baird : You've gone and drunk plenty of his squash, haven't you.

Cador : Fine, then, may he live forevermore. He alright?
...He still alive?

Baird : Front of the video shop was wretched. I'd guess he's been raided a bunch.
I tried calling for him, but no response. So I thought he was hiding somewhere else, until... I saw him. Through his window all nailed shut, just a crack left. Saw his eyes.
Bulging out of their sockets. Covered in blood. Terrified. Desperate. Didn't dare look at him again.
He–
I don't think he can come out of there anymore.
You say "soft." You call them that. But we know we're... not that far off ourselves.

Cador : ...Hah.

Siege : We still have a chance to save all this.
It'll be tough. We'll have to survive the Sarkaz's likely counterattack, and then the artillery from the dukes' forces.
But it's not at all impossible.
Right now, we need to figure out what moves the Sarkaz barracks are going to make against us...

Cador : Hrmph. Always on time to encourage us and remind us what we need to do, Your Majesty. How reliable of you.

Siege : ...
Cador...

Cador : Oh, might I have the privilege of your orders again?

Siege : I'm wondering... what would you say–a king is?

Cador : What, you taking me in as your vassal?

Siege : No, I've said it a thousand times, I'm just Vina of the Glasgow Gang.
I just... realized I never honestly thought about the question before.
Maybe I'm clueless how, aside from all that praise about honor and majesty, what a king is to you...
No, to us, as a thing that exists.

Cador : It doesn't. It's nothing.
No king's ever meant shit to us. I'm happier giving my respect to the tuck shop owner who does a discount for me when I've not got enough in my purse.

Siege : Victoria's always had a king, since ancient times.

Cador : Yeah? And who were they? Because I'm terribly sorry, but I'm not some hoity-toity Aslan or Draco, and I've never met one neither.
If they're nowhere except a few names in a book, then I know Chef Vito off the Siracusan restaurant ads better than I do them.
We haven't had a king for how many years. Are our lives any worse?
Fine, maybe they are.
But I really doubt it's anything to do with whether we've got a king or not. Don't care if it's you or whatever heavyweight taking the throne, you're not gonna be looking us down here in the eye.
By your definitions, a foolish king gets lost in banquets and wine, while a wise king draws up war and taxes.
If you ask me, it's ego-chasing no matter which. The vanity of thinking you can control everything, full stop.
Siege, everyone in Norport's bowing down to you as their one hope...
So you tell me. You having fun?
You think saving them is your glorious bloody calling?

Siege : I'd never say "calling." Never.
Just–

Cador : Just, you think you've got some kind of responsibility. Like they're watching you and you need to answer them.
Some bloody mess you're in. Poor old Royal Highness.

Siege : ......

Cador : I'd ask, but you know full well. Are they willing to pin their sights on you because you're a member of a street gang–
–or because of your bombshell of a surname, "Victoria?"
I'll be frank, I've just as much been hoping for someone to save all this, save all of us, save this bloody endless cesspit.
And who's going to do that? Quit dreaming.
Daring to bear the responsibility's a fine moral thing that helps us muck our way in the streets, Siege.
But don't give people false hope with that "king" persona.
And don't... ever buy–that they were right to expect this shit of you since the day you were born.

[A Sarkaz soldier is spotted nearby. ]

Baird : Got visitors.

Cador : Tch. Do we do them in?

Baird : Don't jump to anything. We don't want to tip them off. We just need a grasp of how they're deployed for now...

Siege : Something's off. Be on high alert.

Sarkaz Soldier : You... lot...

Baird : Don't get the wrong idea, sir, we're not here for trouble, just passing by...

[The Sarkaz soldier suddenly collapses. ]

Cador : Baird! Didn't you say don't tip them off?

Baird : Shit–I didn't do anything!

Siege : This blood... He was already badly injured. He was fleeing this way.

Morgan : Someone in the lockdown take him to task?

Cador : Don't think so. Not like we haven't tried before. Maybe there's a chance to take one or two out, but it's a whole army keeping us in here.
Even if a sneak attack goes well, they'll retaliate fast. Unless...

Dagda : Is it... usually this quiet around here?

「From atop the zone's walls, searchlights throw down beams of death-pale white.
They're well-versed in the odors that pervade Norport, but here, the smell of fresh blood fills the air. 」

Siege : Get out of here, fast.
We need to gather every citizen we can still find on this plate.

Dagda : But we still don't have word back from Miss Ines and the Doctor.

Siege : We'll just have to assume for now their side's going smooth.
Someone's already made a move here.

[Siege and co. runs off as a Dublinn soldier spots them. ]

Dublinn Soldier : You're sure?

Dublinn Soldier : I'm sure. That's an Aslan.

Dublinn Soldier : She's not part of our objective.

Dublinn Soldier : That's fine. She'll make the call herself.

<Background 2>

Ines : Dammit, the door here's been sealed.
Doctor, stay behind me.

Colbert : Everyone, a warm welcome to the Sunset Street Hotel. We haven't had this many esteemed visitors in a very long time.

Percival : Colbert! I told you to stay hidden!

Colbert : Not receiving guests at the door would be my failure as the owner of a hotel.
I'm very sorry for how limited we are under present conditions. I'd have some complimentary tea brought out to you all, otherwise.
Is there anything I might be able to help you with?

"Trilby Asher" : ......

"The Brigadier" : ......

Delphine : Do you have normal water, then? I am, er... a bit thirsty, actually.

Colbert : That, I can serve you, Miss Delphine.

"Trilby Asher" : Old Wellington wasn't willing to let this place off after all.

"The Brigadier" : Nor Duke Caster.

"Trilby Asher" : Would you allow me to leave now?

"The Brigadier" : You and that blue-haired Feline are staying.

"Trilby Asher" : I imagine the Duke of Caster and the Duke of Wellington have an unspoken agreement on the "standing off against the Sarkaz" front.
And as for the goals of each one of us... some unspoken agreement too.

"The Brigadier" : I simply obey the orders I receive.

"Trilby Asher" : Are all Tarans as dreary as you?

"The Brigadier" : My sense of humor is reserved for my friends.

"Trilby Asher" : Wonderful, I love making friends. Being fellow Victorians, why don't we start by complaining about the weather?

Colbert : Yes, the weather... Londinium's has been horrible, and it's only getting worse.
We actually saw the sun some days, forty years ago.
Our hotel was much better then than now, too. What an incredible place it was!
I still remember to this day when I first came on as the doorman.
I hear back then, even the dukes loved staying here!

"Trilby Asher" : Your presence isn't needed, Sarkaz.

Colbert : Sir, I'm truly sorry, but it's my hope you'll regard me as a Victorian much like you.
We are all the people of Victoria. What need do we have for tensions like this, no?

Ines : Rare to see a Sarkaz self-identifying as a Victorian.

Colbert : Isn't your case much along the same lines as mine, Miss?

Ines : ......

Colbert : Us Sarkaz living outside of Kazdel have to find a home for ourselves, don't we?

Ines : I'm afraid most Sarkaz don't think so.

Colbert : Hence why they're always so despondent, so weary.
In my view, well, I've lived here all my life, and every wall and every floor is a familiar one to me, far more familiar than Kazdel so far away.
Pardon my negligence these days, but I'd wipe every table spotless by myself in older times.
I was proud of my work. You really should've seen what it was like back then.
Oh, different times... they put me under the illusion that days like those would last forever.
*sigh* But times like those come to an end.
Percival, it really is a shame you came to work here after the place declined.

Percival : To be honest, I don't really care that much.

Colbert : If it was as ravaged by war and shaken to rubble as everything else now, honestly, I might be taking things better myself.
What hurts me is...
On an afternoon like all the afternoons that used to be, I finished wiping the tables, lifted my head–
And it suddenly hit me, how old everything around me was.
And I was clueless how it even happened.

After operation

Summary

Siege, devoid of any goal, begins to doubt herself. Dublinn forces, the "Trilby Asher" and Rhodes Island spar verbally over the comms station, only to discover in the end that it had long ago been removed.

<Background 4>

Baird : Morgan's brought a few people back already. They're getting their medicine now.
Dagda and Hannah are looking for anyone who might still be hidden in the ruins.
You know the state the plate's been in these days... Barely anyone'll poke their face into the street anymore.

Cador : Bet there's a good few tucked away shivering in cubicles in some skyscraper, living off whatever scraps they can pick once it's night.
Siege, you're gonna find them all?

Siege : I know I'm obviously not going to be able to save every person.
But what matters is, we let them know an evacuation's about to happen.
Otherwise, once the dukes start firing their artillery, the majority aren't going to realize that's their opportunity to leave, and they'll just find some way to hide even better.

Cador : That's their choice. Maybe they'll end up still alive when the Sarkaz leave.

Siege : But they need to know there are other options.

Cador : Hrmph. Fine, fine. Other options...
There's a few places I heard signs of life from a few days ago... I hope it wasn't just wild beasts digging at the wreckage for eats.

[Morgan enters. ]

Siege : Morgan, what's wrong? You look funny.

Morgan : No... I'm fine.
I'm just... haha, just a little bit thrown.
Old boy Strauss and Granny Amir got into a fight over a single jab of first-aid inhibitor. One of 'em blinded the other in one eye.
Me and Amiya busted our arses getting them off each other again, but that eye's hopeless now.
We didn't bring that much medicine in the first place, and everyone's gathered outside, and some of them are in a... an awful panic.
They're worrying they might get infected. Some of them haven't even realized they already are Infected.
Amiya says she hasn't been contacted by Ines on time. She needs to check on how her and the Doctor are doing.
I... I couldn't hang around there any longer on my own. Came here to catch my breath.

Baird : You're real chummy with the people you brought back.

Morgan : I grew up here since I was a kid, after all. I'm willing to bet not even you or Hannah know Norport as well as I do, let alone Siege.

Baird : You were always wandering around town back then whenever you had nothing to do.

Morgan : Yeah. Forget back of my hand, I know Norport like my palm. Every little crease and fold and where it goes.
Vina, I... I was off trying to find all these people I'd known for yonks.
I tried looking for McClaren again. And it's not that he won't respond to us...
He's gone deaf. I saw blood coming from his ears.
I wrote a quick note for him. Should've seen it, clear as day, but... he just went and hid back inside.
And Karsh, guy who ran the record store. Used to trick me into buying awful vinyls, just the stalest stuff. Don't know how much money I wasted at his.
His legs, one of his legs is... nothing like a leg should look like. God knows how he shuffled over here.
Brenda, the one doing import clothes. She always lent me these fashion magazines from Lungmen to read.
I did some treatment on her burns for her, but...
And Claire, Eileen, Itoh...
I know every one of them!
Vina, did we come back just so we could see all this?
What the hell did we come back for?
Vina, Vina, if all we can do is watch on while this happens, if we don't have any way to change anything, then maybe we should've just... forgotten about this place at all?
You know I've read the heroes' sagas. Their terrific adventures and journeys, their chivalry and justice, defeating the evil–
But anyone outside of the hero's just a backdrop to the legend. They just exist in the story so the main character has someone to talk to, a chance to grow.
I always thought that was our kind of story. I was always so bleeding proud of myself...
But I know every one of them! God's sakes, I know every one of them!
Like this would be some bloody outline of monster wrecks village, hero kills monster–it's not that simple.
This isn't some stupid–cliched revenge story.
Vina, twenty years I lived with them in my life. They're not names for a grieving hero to check off out loud. They're not flashbacks they can stuff into an aside before they kill a villain.
They... they shouldn't be...

Siege : Morgan, I know what you–

Morgan : Vina! Alexandrina Vina Victoria!
Did you come back to this country to take a crown which was rightfully yours, to create eternal legends of yet another Aslan King–
Or did you do it to come back home?
Vina, I'm begging you, tell me, tell me this isn't going to be forever...
You can tell me we just... need to hold on a little longer.

「Tears fall from the face of someone Siege couldn't know any better.
To her memory, she's practically never seen Morgan crying outside of the video shop.
The Sighs of Kings is ever ice-cold. The Sighs of Kings is ever silent. 」

Morgan : I'm sorry, Vina, I don't blame you or anything...
...I just was walking on the street, and I looked up, and it all hit me...
We've lost Norport Borough. We really have.

[Morgan leaves. ]

Baird : Morgan!
Vina, I...

[Baird leaves. ]

「Their friends back out. The room falls silent. Like all the past liveliness and merriment that took place in here was one long hallucination.
The furnishings, same as they were, hardly different to when they left.
Nothing remains here. 」

「Over the prior days, Siege has constantly, subconsciously been feeling the sword named the Sighs of Kings.
Once again, out of habit, she puts her hand to the hilt.
She tries to feel some sort of energy from it, some sort of motivation. Even some kind of duty or preordained self-sacrificial destiny would be fine.
Again. And again. She is left disappointed.
What did she come back for? Just to experience all of this?
Or did all that expectation simply fall upon the wrong person when it chose her? Did this sword, and her teacher, foster too much of an illusion in her–to the point she thought she could be some kind of symbol?
Siege has never hated her own irresolution as badly as this. 」

Siege : Morgan.
Maybe... I came back, just so I wouldn't regret it. Just so I wouldn't realize, years down the line, that I never did anything when I first could.
I don't know where I'll go from here... but I just–can't bear this.

<Background 2>

Delphine : Is that a fable, Mr. Colbert?
Are you attempting to describe Victoria?

Colbert : Fable? No, no, I don't like to beat around the bush when I talk. I'm just waxing nostalgic, as the old do.
We have to pass the time talking about something, you know, sitting here.

"Trilby Asher" : May I just say that I pay more attention to the future, Sarkaz "of Victoria."
Taran, you make ample preparations. Presumably you've brought a considerable headcount in.
But on the other hand, I'd think you wouldn't want to be battling for life and death with us.

"The Brigadier" : Stay put here and behave, and nothing will happen.

"Trilby Asher" : Are you out to monopolize the technology of that airship?

"The Brigadier" : And did the Duke of Caster send you to this plate just to take a walk?

"Trilby Asher" : We can share. The Sarkaz's defense of the airship... can't be that lax. It wouldn't be an easy mission for anyone, certainly.
But if we work together, then this technology can belong to more than just a duke. It can be Victoria's.

"The Brigadier" : I don't care about Victoria.

"Trilby Asher" : ......
Well, it seems you've made up your mind.

"The Brigadier" : You spoke that our goals were quite in agreement. Synergy.
In light of that, I will trouble you as little as I can, pet of Caster.

"Trilby Asher" : Though you were dying to kill me a moment ago.

"The Brigadier" : What? Would you like me to apologize?
Your mission failure will incur no more than a demotion in rank, while your life is preserved in any case.
If you are insistent on commendation and promotion from Duke Caster, you are welcome to try.

"Trilby Asher" : Old Wellington's underlings are as stubborn as him, that much I have the privilege of seeing now.
Fine. I can stay here, and I'll yield the airship's technology to you.
But I stipulate something in exchange.

Doctor : Seems you're about to reevaluate our relationship.

"Trilby Asher" : Indeed it does, Doctor of Rhodes Island.
You refused my offer of friendship, so to being a pawn you'll have to return.
I'll be taking the Realmblade. The Windermere girl and Alexandrina must die here.

Delphine : ......

"Trilby Asher" : Given in, Miss Successor?

"The Brigadier" : I did not receive orders to intervene in this.

"Trilby Asher" : I'll take that as an agreement.
As long as a deal has been made, the Duke of Caster forever honors her commitments. Every single one.
You've no worries, "Brigadier." That's our foremost tenet.

Doctor : ......
(Ines.)

Ines : (Understood.)
Does every Victorian do that? Never ask the people in question for their opinion?
I think, Mr. "Trilby Asher," I just told you a second ago your metaphors suck.
And calling us pawns, that's a metaphor.

"Trilby Asher" : So Rhodes Island is hanging onto ties with the Duke of Windermere as its last thread?
That's not a good idea. You're on the wrong team.

Ines : We don't have to pick a team to start.

"Trilby Asher" : Then you can only–

"The Brigadier" : Wait...

[Ines used her Arts to hide the Doctor and Delphine in the shadows. ]

"The Brigadier" : That Windermere girl... Is that illusionist and shadow Arts combined?!
Where is she?
Rhodes!

[The Trilby Asher caught on Ines and attacks her, only to be blocked. ]

Ines : Impressive rapport there, Mr. "Trilby Asher."

"Trilby Asher" : It's a question of our tenets, after all.

Ines : The thing about honoring commitments forever?

"Trilby Asher" : No, a different one.
Never let the winner take all.

[The Brigadier tries to attack Ines, only to be parried by the Trilby Asher. ]

"Trilby Asher" : This is all meaningless now, Taran. If this lot send their message out, the dukes' main fleets will be forced to push in.
And at that point, the airship goes to whoever takes it down.
It seems none of us will be bringing home the gold.

"The Brigadier" : ......
Fine.

[The Brigadier charges at the Doctor... ]

Ines : Doctor, careful!

[...but a black Arts attack intercepts it, which is revealed to have been unleashed by Amiya. ]

Amiya : Miss Ines, I made it.
We saw the shadows outside the door.

"The Brigadier" : Rhodes Island... The Duke would rather not fall out with you.

Ines : Didn't your actions just now amount to a fallout?
Fine, fine. Feel free to apologize.

"The Brigadier" : ......
Then may we meet again, someday.

<Background 5>

Delphine : Dublinn army corpses...
They did set up people here.
Their wounds are fresh, can't have been made long ago. Blade cuts, some seem like they're cauterized...
Who's there?!

「The room is oppressively vacant. No one responds.
Delphine grips her dagger tight.
Her mother always admonished her for not putting more energy into combat training, but being the daughter of the Duke of Windermere of Victoria, her swordsmanship reputed, she's got the confidence to take on most enemies. 」

Delphine : Comms station should be around here...
I–
Wh–What the hell...?

「A tangled cord of wires comes into Delphine's view, but the device meant to attach to them has vanished without a trace.
All that's left on the table is a thick layer of dust.
Someone came and took the comms station away beforehand... long beforehand. 」

Operation story: 12-15

Before operation

Summary

The Damazti Cluster of all their endless years bares their soul to the young Lord of the Banshees. In the wake of a fire at the hotel, true chaos in Norport finally sets in.

<Background 1>

[The scenery shifts into an Iberian town. ]

Logos : So this time it's Iberia.

"Iberian" : Patience, Banshee. These were the most unforgettable days for me.

Logos : I thought you wouldn't like it there.

"Iberian" : I certainly didn't like Iberia before that disaster. All that self-aggrandizing, all so self-obsessed. I was through with it.
They didn't understand fear.

Logos : Whereupon that disaster satisfied you?

"Iberian" : I'm not some twisted psychopath like Old Red-Eye is. The disaster itself was nothing unordinary. When has the land ever been short of disaster?
But those creatures fascinated me.

Logos : I've only heard rumors. If I'll be honest, those things duly disturb me.
They are too removed from us.

"Iberian" : Then how removed do you consider me from you, Banshee?
You should know, no matter what aspect I take, none of it is the real me.
Originium leaves an irrefutable brand upon all. It has you walk in the forms you do upon this terra firma.
But the one thing it forgot was the Damazti.
Only we still preserve our firstborn form.

Logos : Are you proud of your purity?

"Iberian" : No, no. With this world in the state it is, what does purity even mean anymore?
I can only chase after the changes it brings. I can only chase after you. Chase all you create.
Every manner of means possible I used. I found in Iberia a wasted town. I moved in there.
We moved in there.
We made that town run anew. Work, communication, trade, traffic...
Two hundred mes made up one small town.

Logos : I can't say whether you're lucky or unlucky not to have fallen into insanity yet.

"Iberian" : Hah. Who knows.
In any case, the time I spent there left a deep impression on me. With so much to manage, I was drowning every day in it.
It gave me the false sense... that we lived meaningfully.
But weariness came in the end, as it always does. Giving my undivided attention to the trivial was very amusing, but even summed all together, it still could not give me the answer I was seeking.
Until I found them. I heard some call the things "Seaborn."
I observed them for a very long time.

Logos : They reminded you of yourself.

"Iberian" : No. In terms of unity, we far surpass the Seaborn and their many.
No matter how many appearances we divide into, we are in the end a whole, while the Seaborn have only the choice of joining with the many.
But, you know what? I envy them.
They need nothing more than to heed their instincts.
Find food, find nutrients, multiply, evolve.
Perhaps that word you slung just now, "purity," should be falling on them.
While I... I remain where I was, watching it all, watching those variegated little beings assimilate a swathe of seagrass with them.
They think nothing. They do what they're meant to do.
And what of us? What are our instincts? And what are we meant to do?
Banshee, can you give us any suggestions?
Are you laughing?

Logos : Apologies, Damazti. I am not mocking you, by far.
They who could proclaim themselves the oldest King of the Royal Court, Their Majesties the Damazti, are simply looking for the meaning of their life.
It's a very important thing, of course it is. I just never would've thought, that standing before me... was a wayward philosopher.

"Iberian" : Would you ever guess the years I've spent a professor of philosophy at Victoria's universities?
To you, seeking meaning is easy. Excluding the least minority of existences, life can always be considered brief.
You find a goal for yourself, to stuff the days full with so that it isn't so tough.
But we cannot do that.

<Background 2>

[The scenery shifts back to normal with the Damazti Cluster back in their usual form. ]

Damazti Cluster : From your suggestions to Theresis's future, none of it holds our interest.
To us, it is no more than passing the time.
Why do we hold affection for these things that pass in the blink of an eye?
We've exhausted practically every possibility, and practically every delight too.

Logos : I'm beginning to pity you, Damazti.

Damazti Cluster : You've found out we're just some old decrepit nothing gets to anymore, no matter how loud you shout it.
Not many know this secret.

Logos : A few friends of mine taught me this silly game...
No, never mind.

Damazti Cluster : Go on, Banshee. We're more interested than you suppose.
But–you may have to wait a moment. Some bothersome work has come a-knocking.
Not here, that is, but I'm afraid we'll need to divert a little attention.

<Background 3>

Amiya : What do you mean... not there?

Delphine : I mean it's not there, for god's sakes!
The comms post isn't there! There's nothing there! Someone's made off with it!

Amiya : Was it the Dublinn forces?

Delphine : Afraid it was long before that. Judging from how thick the dust was, someone must've been eyeing it when Norport was just setting course away from Londinium.

"Trilby Asher" : The Redsteel Guard captain would never genuinely be fooled by us. He'd be very quick to realize the projected message was never sent.
But at the very least, we're back at the same starting line. We have a renewed opportunity to go for the gold.

Delphine : First there was you for the Duke of Caster, now there's Dublinn's spectre force...
You've all secretly infiltrated to get onto this plate, which means, you want to keep up Norport's surface appearances.
Without any way to force the dukes' main armies into mobilizing, our plan's dead in the water.

Ines : Never try that excuse again, Delphine.
As long as your duke mother learns you're still here, she'll find some way to save you, won't she.

Delphine : ......
I can't guarantee...

Ines : Admitting you get along with your mother is nothing to be ashamed of.

Doctor : Do you have an idea, Ines?

Ines : What a pain in the ass.

Doctor : Looks like you can do it.

Ines : ...I really hate that part of you.
But alright. I can try.
I need high elevation. Don't get your hopes up.

Amiya : Miss Ines, how much time will your idea need?

Ines : Until sunup.
Tell Siege and her city friends to get ready.

Colbert : May I wish you all godspeed, and I look forward to you choosing the Sunset Street Hotel again.
I've spent some wonderful times here, and gotten to know some very fine people.
Norport is a lovely, thriving place. Don't let it be reduced to memories and rubble like this.

Amiya : We promise, sir.
There'll come an end to the conspiracy and dispute.
There's... a person I truly, truly miss, who once told me...
That perhaps, one day... everyone on this vast land can fall into peaceful slumber.

[Amiya and the others leave. ]

Colbert : *sigh* There's a back-breaker. This hotel's even messier than it was before.
People who don't do their own cleaning never know how difficult it is to maintain a bit of order.
Percival! Percival!
Where's she run off to now...
Fine, go and leave this old codger by himself for a bit.

「The age-riddled hotel owner finds an equally age-riddled armchair, and opts to find a comfortable position before sitting down. 」

Colbert : So that... Cautus girl, she's the King of Sarkaz?
It's getting harder and harder to keep up with all this change. Even I'm a little shocked by it.
Change... change. Maybe I've been slacking on that sort of change myself.
Change isn't progress, after all.
Alright, about time I bid farewell to this old friend. To tell the truth... I really did love this place.
*sigh*... Two more months you should've kept this up, Colbert. Who would've imagined, after two months of the Sarkaz army in the city, an old devil would go from cleaner to hotel owner.
I just can't wrap my head around it.

「The elderly Sarkaz stands up, and scans over the grand lobby of the public house. Every single article in here is near and dear to him. 」

Colbert : That Ines Caprinae says war doesn't do metaphor.
Well, then. Let's restore its original looks.

「Upon a finely woven rug that's seen more political players and aristocrats than anyone could know, the elderly Sarkaz drops a lighter lit aflame.
And swiftly, the fires rage high. 」

<Background 4>

Paprika : The... The soldiers here, were they all killed?
Is the enemy here?! If I'd found this earlier...

Manfred : ......
Their families will receive compensation payouts. If they have families.

Paprika : We have to be on guard...

Manfred : No.

Paprika : Do you look like that... because you already knew about this?
You... This was part of your plan too...

Manfred : It was per Military Commission of Kazdel arrangements.
Sacrifice is unavoidable, mercenary. I thought your captain would have taught you this long ago.

Paprika : You're a general! And they're your soldiers!

Manfred : Yes. I am a general, and this is my work.
Be it our enemies or ourselves, I must cast each and every life into this gaping maw we call war–
And pray it spits out the best ending we could wish for.
That is all I can achieve in my position.

Paprika : You–

Manfred : Hence why I came; I came to give this all my full attention. To look over every pale, young face here.
I must remind myself that this was a decision I made.
I will not say this is the price the Sarkaz must pay, mercenary.
The Victorians killed them, but it was I that let them be killed by the Victorians.

Paprika : Why do you have to do it this way?

Manfred : To light a fire.
Light a fire that will extend across this great land.
And we... the Sarkaz, can find a place for ourselves, the room for us to exist, only on such a divided land.
Mercenary, you must learn to familiarize yourself with it.
Be familiar with it. Hate it. And finally, accept it.
Because this is the only way.

「A bright blaze flames high from the lockdown zone, an old building fiercely burning. 」

Paprika : Another... accident?

Manfred : No. That is the first flame.
Mercenary, come with me. We must return to the airship.
Our guests have already taken their seats.

After operation

Summary

The "Trilby Ashers" ascertain Amiya's status as the King of Sarkaz. Siege draws up plans to rouse Norport's citizens for self-salvation.

<Background 5>

Amiya : We're only a few hours away from the sunrise Miss Ines stipulated.
We need to hurry up the pace of our evacuation op.

"Trilby Asher" : Say, haven't you forgotten something even more important, Doctor of Rhodes Island?

Doctor : There's the airship too.

"Trilby Asher" : Yes, we and Dublinn are starting from the same line again.
Which means, time is of the essence.
To forever abide by commitments is not solely what we ask of ourselves... but of those we make deals with, too.

[Several more Trilby Ashers show up. ]

"Trilby Asher" : You've finally made it. I almost got offed by that Redsteel Guard boy.

"Trilby Asher" : Her Grace is very dissatisfied with your indolence. Your methods are too tepid.
Or is it that you're coaxing Alexandrina? Playing on her sympathies?

"Trilby Asher" : That's a very grave accusation. I'm unconditionally loyal to Her Grace, that much is obvious, I'm just...

"Trilby Asher" : We'll review your excuses in hindsight. For now, though, there's no time.

[The Ashers pointed their swords at the Doctor... ]

Doctor : ......

"Trilby Asher" : Stay put, Rhodes Islanders.

[...as Amiya channels her Arts to protect them. ]

Amiya : What are you doing?

"Trilby Asher" : Arts in black... Just as the fresh intel described.
You've kept it very well hidden, Rhodes Island. To think this Cautus is the Sarkaz's very Lord of Fiends.
Very interesting... Perhaps this is an issue that can't be solved without you.
Poet, to not have recognized this is a further failure of your duties.

"Trilby Asher" : By what means does Her Grace hope for me to remedy this?

"Trilby Asher" : While you were chatting with Dublinn, we've had the position of the airship's dock confirmed. It's... treacherous in there.
But our fresh intel tells us the "Lord of Fiends" will have some way to handle it.
So, little Lord of Fiends, you'll cooperate with us, won't you.

Amiya : ......

"Trilby Asher" : And what about that Windermere girl?

"Trilby Asher" : Forget trying to make up for things. The technology of the airship is our number one priority.

<Background 6>

Baird : Think we've notified about everyone we could find.
And that... caps off all we can do.

Siege : Amiya isn't back yet, and neither the Doctor nor Ines have been in touch.

Baird : Looks like somewhere's caught fire outside again.

Siege : That's–where the hotel is.

Baird : We'd better go take a look.

[Delphine rushes into the gym. ]

Delphine : *pant*... *pant*...

Baird : Delphine? What are you sprinting like that for?
–Where's that Rhodes Island lot?

Delphine : I'll lay this out straight. Listen up, Alexandrina Vina Victoria.
Amiya and the Doctor got pushed by the "Trilby Asher" into fulfilling that deal. They need to find the airship.
Duke Wellington's army is on this plate already. Afraid Duke Caster's reinforcements are here too.
They're all out to win the technology behind that Sarkaz airship. None of them will let their rivals have the advantage of getting it first.
Norport's become the dukes' wrestling ring.

{{sc|Cador|Hah. Surprising exactly no one.
What about that broadcast? You know, pushing the dukes into officially attacking this place&ndash

Delphine : ......
Miss Ines says she'll do all she can to make it happen.

Cador : To what? What are you telling us?

Delphine : She says, she needs until sunrise.

Siege : Got it.
Assuming the dukes go with direct confrontation after all, how much time do we still have?

Delphine : As long as Miss Ines succeeds... the Duke of Windermere's high-speed warship should be approaching not long after the sun comes up.
You've got a hell of a lot of people gathered here.

Baird : The people who aren't here probably already got the news. Anyone who does want to come with us'll keep with the procession.

Delphine : So I suggest before the Duke's warship officially encroaches, we continue to wait here.
With the present circumstances... going out in the street's not a good idea.
Doesn't matter if it's Wellington or Caster, they won't hold back against anyone they think's in the way.

Siege : No. We're best off leaving now.
The Sarkaz barracks around the barricade wall got ambushed. Odds are more than likely some duke's forces did it.
We should get as close as we can to the part of the wall that's thin on defenses, while it's still night.
More importantly... we need to let them all know, everyone still peeping out from behind their windows, that what we said was true.
This evacuation isn't some scheme to nab the last of their reserves. It's not some Sarkaz trap to wipe them out.
Reestablishing trust is a challenge, and the one and only way to do it–
Is for them to see real action.

<Background 7>

Hoederer : ......

Royal Court Soldier : Here, the books you asked me for last time.
I had to spend an age searching in those Londinium libraries, not even knowing Victorian. Grabbed some poor Feline in the end to find your stuff.

Hoederer : Thank you.

Royal Court Soldier : Sometimes I see you writing and drawing in this blank book too.
You don't just read, you write your own stuff too?
I've never been to Kazdel, but I hear they've got a whole Sarkaz university underground there.
Are you a teacher there?

Hoederer : No, I'm just like you. Putting my life up for sale.

Royal Court Soldier : Are these books really that fun to read?

Hoederer : They all end fine enough, but similar events keep happening over and over.
All the authors can do is keep writing fine enough endings.
And I've gotten sick of it.

Royal Court Soldier : General Manfred made us lock you in here, but hasn't given any further orders since...
How did you offend him?

Hoederer : Maybe, he just thought jail would be more peaceful for me.
It's easier in here... to do whatever I'd actually like to do.

Royal Court Soldier : And that's reading?
You really are a boring guy, then.
I hear... us Sarkaz are going to get some real good news, real soon.
So good it'll stun the entire land!

Hoederer : It's just going to be another war.

Royal Court Soldier : Has anyone ever told you you're a drag to talk to?

Hoederer : Honestly, yeah.

Royal Court Soldier : Seriously... what a drag.
Alright, I'm changing shifts. You behave in here.
Don't forget, you promised to pay me for the books–

「The Royal Court soldier's silhouette disappears with a wobble into the end of the prison corridor, and very soon, a different set of footsteps comes into earshot.
Hoederer waits.
But there is only quiet. 」

<Background 8>

Manfred : ......

Royal Court Soldier : The crew are all aboard the airship now.

Manfred : Understood.
Paprika.

Paprika : Urk... Here!

Manfred : Have you ever read a book called... A History of Sarkaz War?

Paprika : No.

Manfred : You should. I have a copy in my drawer. You can take it.

Paprika : Is it a very fancy story?

Manfred : It is a history annals.

Paprika : You said that already...

Manfred : Then you shouldn't be asking that sort of question.
I disapprove of near to every viewpoint expressed in it. The weakness, the grief, the crushing.
But still, I recognize that it is a book whose pages are soaked in blood.

Paprika : How would the writer describe the war we're seeing right now?

Manfred : ......
I'm as curious as you.

Operation story: 12-16

Before operation

Summary

Amiya is being forced to help penetrate the airship's defense systems. Ascalon arrives in the nick of time to save her, but she must face the revenant as the King of Sarkaz. The Damazti Cluster formally meets Eblana for the first time.

<Background 1A>

Amiya : So this is the airship...

"Trilby Asher" : All our attempts to infiltrate it ended in failure. Anyone who approached simply vanished into thin air.
Is that some kind of Sarkaz witchcraft? Surely the Lord of Fiends would know how to neutralize it.

Amiya : I...
Is Theresa here?
But I can't feel–
Urgh!

「A heavy pressure comes over her.
It is far too thick, far too cruel, to be described or spoken of.
Amiya can hardly stand. 」

Amiya : What... is this...?

"Trilby Asher" : What are you doing, Lord of Fiends? Don't try anything funny!
Neutralize it with your witchcraft! Or else...

[Suddenly someone stabs the Trilby Asher... ]

"Trilby Asher" : Ugh–

[...who is revealed to be Ascalon as the Asher falls to the ground. ]

Doctor : Ascalon.

Ascalon : Sorry I'm late.

"Trilby Asher" : Calm down, Ascalon.
This was all my colleague's plan! I tried to talk him out of it!
I don't intend to harm your Doctor. We're just getting a deal done. You'll be the witness.

Ascalon : Then get out of my way.
–

Doctor : What is it? / ...... / You're really pale.

Ascalon : You can't feel it because you're not Sarkaz.
We're coming face to face with our history. The sum of the Sarkaz's millennia of suffering.
It's angry. It's screaming, and it's making all of us listen to it.
No wonder.
Ha, the dukes are going to be disappointed. This is no engineering or technology that can be copied.
The ship itself is a revenant.

How did the Sarkaz live?
How did the Sarkaz live in the beginning?
The Elders and the Ancients had not come upon the land yet. All things were how they should be.
Then they came.
They killed and slaughtered. They brought barbarism and rage upon the land. Their fangs and claws were not pointed at just each other, but at us as well.
The proud Sarkaz never surrendered. We fought back.
We fought rage with rage. They will taste the fruit of vengeance!
But Kazdel was destroyed in the blink of an eye.
Despicable!
They stopped at nothing. They were cunning, shameless, cruel.
How dare they trample upon pure Kazdel?!
How dare they?!

Amiya : Argh–
I... the voices...

Ascalon : Don't let it affect you, Amiya!
Resist the illusion!

Amiya : I know, I'm trying...
Argh–Aah–

Kazdel was destroyed.
The King of Sarkaz and the Royal Court led us in the fight against the scum. The Sarkaz will not permit such shameful failure.
But those cowardly Sarkaz, who call themselves the Sankta, deserted their duty. They betrayed their people, betrayed themselves!
The walls fell again, and with it our dream.
No matter. The traitors will be purged. Kazdel will stand again.
As long as the King of Sarkaz still stands, we will never fall.

"Trilby Asher" : The shadows...
No, it's not like the shadows from Ines's Arts. What is it?

Ascalon : Get out of the airship's shadow, Doctor!

「The airship's shadow wriggles, stretches. The other "Trilby Asher" whom Ascalon knocked to the ground disappears in the dark ocean. 」

"Trilby Asher" : What the hell is this...?

「Suffocating black, suffocating despair, suffocating fury. 」

The King of Sarkaz will lead us. The King of Sarkaz.
Thirty-four times did Kazdel fall.
Six hundred and seventy-five times did Kazdel fall.
Three thousand four hundred and twenty-one times did Kazdel fall.
The shortest it took was three days, between the rebuilding of Kazdel's walls, and the hoofs of pegasi trampling it to dust.
Time and again Kazdel was destroyed. Time and again, it was rebuilt.
Time has changed our faces and theirs. But the way has never ended. Our resistance never wavered.
But each rebuilding of Kazdel took longer than the previous one.
Our civilization was devastated. Our arts were forgotten.
But we still have our hatred. The King of Sarkaz will slay our foes with it!
I am proud of this, of our unwavering resolve.
But what do I see?

A twisted chimera...
An Outblood King?!
The King of Sarkaz who stands before me is an Outblood?!
This crown is not yours to wear! This pain is not yours to stand with!
This fury is not yours to stand for!
Answer me, impostor! Answer me, fraud!
Answer the revenant's question!

Amiya : The revenant...

Open your eyes and see, False King!
What do you see?

Amiya : I see...

Ascalon : Don't look, Amiya! It's the revenant's witchcraft!

Amiya : ......
I saw tears.
I saw deep, heavy sorrow.
Has this sorrow always been with you?

Sorrow? This is no sorrow.
I feel no sorrow anymore.

Amiya : You have scorched your wound with the flames of rage.
It's... painful.

I know what is real and what is false!
Answer my question!
How–dare you–
Twisted–Outblood–
How–dare–you–
Carry the burden of the Sarkaz!!!

<Background 1A>

「Ascalon stumbles. 」

Doctor : Are you ok, Ascalon?

Ascalon : I... I'm fine...
Amiya–

「Amiya looks up towards the great shadow of the revenant.
You cannot see her face. You only know she is looking up. 」

Amiya : You're right, Revenant. I should see. I have seen.
I have seen it all.
All three thousand four hundred and twenty-one destructions, every brick that turned to ash.
I saw the resistance of every King of Sarkaz. I saw their hearts, each and every one of them.
I saw the tears and blood swallowed. I saw the dust and broken pieces.
Familiar silhouettes fall, overlapping with one another. Familiar scenes replay themselves.
I have seen. I see. I will see.
I never averted my eyes, Revenant.
I will remember.
Every hard decision, every death and sacrifice, every destruction, every hope.

–I made you see, Chimera.
I made you see!!
Impostor! There is not a single moment that I do not experience it, feel the burning flames!
But you?
Yes, you could see it, like a map, like a play, a mere passerby watching from above the cliffs.
I denounce you, False King, I despise you, not because of your foolishness, not because of your arrogance, not because of your conceit.
It's because you can never truly stand with us.

Amiya : But I've tried–

Tried?
You could try to not avert your eyes–
But you can still turn away any time you choose.

Amiya : I...

You're not Sarkaz. You will never be.
The souls of the Sarkaz reject you.
You call our fate "pain?" You say you try to endure it–
But we are fated to be buried by it for eternity.
You say you have the courage. But if the day comes that you can take it no more...
You can abandon us.

Amiya : I won't–

How many seasons have you seen? How dare you promise that you won't?
No, you will. You will, because you can.
How could Sarkaz pick such a king? How could Sarkaz accept such a king?

Amiya : Theresa wanted me to be... she said we can share in the same feelings, even if we're not of the same blood!

Then she was a fool!
If you truly share the same feelings... now that you have seen it all...
Why do you come before me?
Why do you try to stop this war?

Amiya : I...

「Amiya finds herself at a loss for words.
Why does she want to stop this war?
She has seen the anger, the pain, the longing.
Why does she want to stop this war?
There is no other way for the Sarkaz.
No Sarkaz could come to any other answer, after coming face to face with it all. 」

Amiya : But...

「Amiya realizes that, for an instant, she understood Theresa's choice.
Drown tears with tears, and bury suffering with suffering.
Only scorched earth will bring new life to the Sarkaz. 」

Amiya : But...
Still... I renounce this path.

「The revenant was right.
She renounced it. She can never truly stand with them.
She can leave. 」

Get out!
Get out of us!

「The shadow wriggles furiously, splitting apart, growing so thick it seems to take physical form.
The chaotic shadow of the revenant emerges from the empty shipyard. 」

[Suddenly someone launches a purple flame Arts attack at the Revenant's shadow. ]

Eblana : Hello there, big one.

「The purple flame impacts the black shadow. 」

Eblana : You interest me, Revenant.
What ember will you leave behind when you burn?

"Trilby Asher" : –
That Draco... Eblana.
Nothing in the mission brief said she would show up!
Go! Hurry!

Doctor : Amiya!

Amiya : I... I'm fine...

Doctor : Here, hold onto me.

Amiya : Doctor, I...
They're right... I can't stand with them...

Doctor : Maybe that's why it has to be you.

Amiya : ...Huh?

Ascalon : The Draco's fire is getting closer!
She's strong! We shouldn't try to fight her here!

Eblana : ......
Hmph... interesting.
Rhodes Island...
I seem to hear that name often lately.

<Background 2>

Royal Court Soldier : G-General... the Draco...

Manfred : Pay no heed.
Her flames burn nothing but her own short-sighted ambition.
Lead us away from here, Great Revenant. This shipyard is too small for your fury. The noises of those Outblood are not worth your time.
I have heard from the Regent. He is ready.

<Background 1B>

Eblana : ......

"The Brigadier" : Your Royal Highness.
The Sarkaz airship has taken off and is slowly turning towards Londinium.
Battleship squadrons are ready to intercept on the perimeter.
Other regiments are also assembling.

Eblana : Oh?

"The Brigadier" : The Duke of Windermere's fleet is already deployed near the plate. The Duke of Caster's ships are also in movement and will likely approach in short order.

Eblana : Looks like everyone cares a lot about this place.

??? : Do they?

[Colbert (the Damazti Cluster) shows up. ]

Colbert : Aren't the dukes are little late?

"The Brigadier" : You're... the manager of that hotel?
What are you doing here?
You're a Sarkaz mole in Londinium?

Colbert : No, Colbert is just a Sarkaz cleaner who thinks he's Victorian.

Eblana : What about you?

[Eblana attacks Colbert the Cluster with her Arts, and... ]

Damazti Cluster : We...?

[As the purple flames burn off the Cluster's guise as Colbert... ]

Damazti Cluster : Just some poor souls made to come out and work while having a chat with a friend.
You're such a spoilsport, Draco.

Eblana : Why not have a chat with me?

Damazti Cluster : Give us a break.
Let's get this over with.

Operation story: 12-17

After operation

Summary

The battle between the Damazti Cluster and Eblana causes an explosion in the blockade area. The Glasgow Gang organizes an evacuation of the district. Baird goes missing in the chaos, and Siege leads the effort, sword in hand.

<Background 1>

[A throng of Norporters assemble before Siege, Delphine, and Cador. ]

Delphine : There are more people following than I thought.

Cador : They don't necessarily think that they have a better chance with you.

Siege : I understand.
They don't stand behind me because they trust me. They just don't have any other choice.

Delphine : Footsteps are convincing. The more people join us, the less others will hesitate. When we...

Cador : When we and Her Royal Highness arrive at the blockade, there will be more cannon fodder?

Siege : I'll be standing at the fore, Cador.

Cador : Hey, what's that in the sky?

Delphine : The Sarkaz airship... they're taking off.
This is our–

Siege : No, that's–

「The crowd falls silent, gazing up at the airship above.
In their eyes is reflected the eerie purple flame, slowly falling towards the ground.
The cold flame impacts the earth, the sparks flying onto the fleeing crowd, as though they had a mind of their own.
The fire spreads uncontrollably, instantly engulfing the refugees.
They fall to the ground, screaming.
Then, their lifeless bodies rise from the fire, the purple flame of desire burning in their eyes.
Dead silence.
All present bore witness to the "miracle". 」

Frightened Refugee : A-Another of those devils' tricks?
They won't even let us die?

「The rain of purple fire descends, like the mantle of death itself.
Fear spreads in the crowd. The silence is broken, replaced by panic. 」

Siege : Get away from the fire! Hurry!
The houses by the street are burning.

Delphine : Do you see that, Siege?

Siege : What?

Delphine : This purple fire is beyond the Sarkaz.
I've heard stories of the dead coming back to life... stories about a Draco.
The leader of Dublinn. The red dragon of avarice... she's here. Her flame descends upon us.
She hides her ambition no more, Siege.

Siege : I don't care who she is.
All I care is that we need to run. Now.

Delphine : Look out!

[One of the burning airship's fragments fall close to where Siege, Delphine, and Cador is on. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[Amidst the burning ruins of the airship's wreckage... ]

Eblana : Looks like age has not taught you patience.
Why do you fear my fire, if you're so eager to fight me?
Or have you forsaken the intelligence that you were so proud of, once you began serving the Regent?

Damazti Cluster : Interesting, little Draco, your fire... very interesting.
If you know about our existence, then you know that this vessel is simply one of our innumerable fragments.
This is simply a little warning, delivered in passing. You are not in our field of view.
Your soul is too shallow, too barren. You do not even attempt to hide the flame of ambition, the desire for power in your eyes.
Unlike the Banshee whom we are speaking to, even now, we are not even interested in asking any questions of you.

Eblana : I have no need to hide. My fire burns away all, as it does now.
I can't wait until the cluster of Damazti kneels before me in fire.

Damazti Cluster : Do you hear the sound of screaming beneath your feet, hatchling?

Eblana : I lead them. They adore me.
This is my duty. You do not understand, ancient wanderer.

Damazti Cluster : Many years ago, the country beneath our feet was not the farce it is today. We met a Draco in southern Victoria, one as young as you are now.
"I lead them. They adore me." He said the same words, before his death in battle.
His brood submitted to the empire's glow, whether it was those who made peace with the Aslan, or you.
How do you think you compare to your conquering forefathers?

Eblana : You're not worthy to speak of my kin's suffering.
And I'm not worthy to speak of the red dragon who wrote the history of Tara.
But the beautiful memories that you speak of have left Tara a long time ago.
The old Draco kings were no greater than we are. We sought fairness. He made his choice, and I made mine.
You, long-lived, you boast of the seasons that you've seen, the scope of your knowledge.

Damazti Cluster : ......

Eblana : But the wealth that you are so proud of has not changed your life in the slightest. How pathetic.
Observe and seek. That is all you have in all your years, no?
Neither of us see the other as a welcome guest. Why not end this pointless argument?

Damazti Cluster : ......
Thank you, little Draco, for making this chore somewhat interesting.

Eblana : You'll remember me, Damazti.
There will be a chapter with my name on it in your long and winding memory.

<Background 2>

Morgan : ......
The fire outside...

Baird : Now's no time to stare. Pack up and let's catch up with... Morgan?
Do you regret what you said to Vina?

Morgan : I don't know why. It just came out... I didn't mean to blame her.
I wanted someone to tell me that the nightmare was over, that everything would get better. That someone used to be Vina.

Baird : Remember this tape? You spent a pretty penny to get it from McClaren.

Morgan : Bastard lied to me, said it was limited edition and worth a lot.

Baird : He wasn't wrong. How many times did you watch it with Vina on the sofa? Ten? Twenty?
Tell you what. Grab it, and we'll all watch it for the twenty-first time when we get out of here and find our new hideout. How about that?

Morgan : She never changed, did she?
It was Norport that changed.

Baird : Speaking of video... there's someone I haven't notified.
You go first. Tell Vina I'll catch up soon.

<Background 1>

「The lights by the streets of Norport have gone out. Only the purple flames spreading through the city light Baird's path.
Burning silhouettes stare blankly at the sky, listening to the call of "The Leader."
But the dark night conceals the airship in the sky. Not even the purple flames reaching towards the skies could reveal it. 」

Baird : Damn it, what are those people... those things looking at?
I have to find McClaren, meet up with Vina. It's not safe here. I think he lives over here...
It's too dark. Should have brought my flashlight.
His neon sign used to stay lit all night.
Those burning... things... had better not jump me like those movie monsters.
Third from the left... third from the left... there!
McClaren!
The next house is burning! We have to go!

「No one answers Baird in the darkness. All she hears is the crackling of fire on wood.
Baird presses her ear against the gap, and hears the faint chattering of teeth and agitated breathing echo in the empty house. 」

Baird : McClaren! Thank heavens you're alive.
Oh yeah, Morgan said he's deaf...
I need a pen... I've got one here in my pocket!
"It's not safe here. We need to go."
"I'm Baird. Take the planks down."

[Baird slids the note down the door. ]

Baird : Read the note, bloody hell, do you see it or not?!
There's no time. I need to go in...
It's okay, McClaren. I just need to pry your windows open.

「Baird widens the gap in the planks using her knife, then tries to pry them open with the handle. 」

Baird : Almost there, almost there!

McClaren : (Go away...)

Baird : Are you talking? I can't hear you. The planks aren't that tough. Hang in there!

McClaren : (Get away from me... get away from me...)

[The flames are getting closer. ]

Baird : What are you saying? Damn, the fire's spreading quickly.
Hurry... hurry...

[Baird creates an opening on the door large enough to see McClaren. ]

Baird : Last two. Do you see me, McClaren?
"Come over to the door." The fire's spreading. We're out of time!
Look this way! Isn't it clear enough?

McClaren : (Go away... get away from me...)

Baird : Stand back. I'll kick the last planks in.

McClaren : Stay away!!!

[McClaren slashes a knife at Baird through the door. ]

「A silver flash. Baird takes a step back, touches her cheek, and finds it wet with a warm liquid. 」

Baird : What the...?
McClaren...

「The familiar video shop owner stands behind the door.
The blood flowing from his ears lies dried on his neck. Originium crystals cover a large part of his ears. Morgan was right. He has likely gone deaf.
He's muttering at the only light in the room, oblivious to everything else.
Otherwise, he would not have been so frightened when he saw that it was her standing outside, would not have swung his knife.
Or perhaps not.
He would have done so, no matter who opened the door.
The calamity outside has taken his hearing, and almost everything else he had. He stands alone with his knife, only a few fragile planks between the world and the last bit of food he has. 」

McClaren : This is mine... I have nothing left...

Baird : McClaren...

McClaren : I want to live... please... I just want to live. I've given you everything else...
What do you still want from me?
(This is mine...)

Baird : Look at me, McClaren. It's Baird. I'll take care of you.
Put down your knife. Take my hand.
"Put down your knife." Can you read it?
The fire is spreading. We've no time.
Right, just like that. I'll come over slowly. No need to be scared.

「Finally, Baird sees the once-familiar video shop owner in his entirety.
She finds that it is not a lamp that illuminates the room, but the tiny projector that they spent countless days and nights with. 」

Baird : I'll take your hand and help you up.

McClaren : (I want to live...)

Baird : You will. We all will.

「Baird touches the feeble arm. Her heart skips a beat at the solidness of the Originium crystals beneath the soft muscles. 」

Baird : It's ok. We'll all live. You'll have a new video shop, and I'll have a new gym.

McClaren : (I want to live...)

Baird : Relax... now I'm going to take your knife. You're safe. You don't need it.

McClaren : Thank you... thank you...

「She reaches out slowly to the knife that McClaren is holding. There is a little bump under his clothes, the last food that McClaren has left.
Baird takes McClaren's knife. The muscles of the trembling man relax for the first time in many days.
Baird sees an emotion other than fear in the man's eyes. Perhaps he has recognized her.
The thing in the bump falls out from under his clothes. It's an empty can. 」

Baird : We can go now.

McClaren : (That's mine...)

「Baird exhales and bends down to pick up the empty can. 」

Baird : But this is emp–

「Baird feels a sharp pain in her midsection. The knife that should have been in her hand is now halfway inside her. McClaren was the one who seized her hand. 」

McClaren : It's mine! Mine!
Mine...
(I'll live. You said you'll leave me food...)

Baird : I... ugh...

「He stumbles towards Baird and snatches away the meaningless, empty can. 」

McClaren : (I'll live. I'll protect myself...)

「His knife is now inside Baird. He anxiously looks for a new weapon.
He sees Baird's butterfly knife, his delirious eyes reflected in the cold blade.
Baird has had the knife for a long time.
When the members of the Glasgow Gang were just children, Baird bought it at the flea market at a discount, and never let it leave her side.
It has seen many battles, many celebrations with her. It was not particularly valuable, nor did Baird particularly treasure it. It just became a habit.
McClaren's struggle was feeble. That one stab took almost all the strength he had left.
But Baird found that she could not fight back.
McClaren gasps a few times and pulls with what strength he has left. The blade almost pierces his neck. 」

Baird : Careful! Don't... hurt yourself.

「Baird cannot lift her arm. She releases the knife.
The man takes the weapon, cradles the can, and stumbles into the light of the inferno outside. 」

Baird : ......
Haha, haha.
It hurts... gotta get Hannah to wrap it up... I hope she learned how to do it gently in her time out there.
*cough* *cough*...
Ugh... I can hardly stand...
McClaren, you bastard... I don't remember owing you any money...
Leastwise, I can't remember.
I have to catch up to them... Vina'll worry...

<Background 3>

Delphine : That's probably the last group that would follow us.
The flames are burning fierce!

Ascalon : Looks like we made it, Doctor.

Doctor : Can you run, Amiya?

Amiya : Yes... I'm fine.

Siege : Finally. Hurry, while–

[An explosion is heard in the distance. ]

Delphine : Seems like the airship taking off was enough to get the dukes' attention.

Doctor : Is that the Duke of Windermere's forces?

Delphine : I don't know and I have no time to care.
We need to go, Siege!
We can't wait for the dukes and the Sarkaz to have it out–

Indra : No! Baird's not here yet!
Two minutes. No, one. Baird runs fast.

Delphine : You see those walking carcasses on the street? Who knows if they don't want a piece of us, even if we got away from the bombing and the fire.
We have no time!

Siege : Where's Baird, Morgan?

Morgan : She went to look for the video shop owner. It's on the far side...

Cador : What's more important to you, your subjects or your gang?
That's the question you'll need to answer, sooner or later.

Siege : Where are you going, Cador?

Cador : I'm just a Glasgow punk. I don't need to think about the things that you have to, "Your Highness".
Baird's one of my own. I've got to take care of her.
I look forward to seeing whether you'll keep your promise, and always stand at the fore of these people.
...I hope you do.

「Cador squeezes past the silent crowd and goes back into the blockade area. 」

Indra : Let me go, Morgan! Say something, Vina!

Siege : ......

Morgan : Hannah! Is that McClaren? There at the end of the line... he just joined it!

「Cador stops in his tracks.
The cowering man at the end of the line looks around gingerly, then disappears into the crowd. 」

Siege : McClaren...
It's him! Baird's caught up!

Cador : That thing in his hand–

Morgan : Baird should be around here. Weren't they together? Wait... how did McClaren end up with Baird's knife?

「Morgan finds the answer.
She finds it in the bloodstains on the knife in the video shop owner's hand, and in Vina's eyes before she turned away.
Tears rush into her eyes, but she cannot wipe them away. She needs both her hands to stop Indra from trying to squeeze past the crowd. 」

Indra : Let me go, Morgan, or I'll sock you!

Siege : ......

[The remaining falling airship pieces crashes into Norport Borough, killing anyone left behind including McClaren and Baird in a series of explosions. ]

Morgan : (You saw it, Vina...)
(Baird–)

「Strength. Vina has never wanted it so much.
A little strength. A lot of strength. The strength of anger. The strength of sorrow.
Anything.
Anything to shatter all that lies before her, anything to make things right again.
Even just a little bit–
Even if it was just enough for her to turn around, to find a friend that she has not yet had the time to catch up with.
Even if...
Kyngasycath is heavy in her hands, almost immovable.
Nothing. There is nothing. 」

Nervous Citizen : Your Royal Highness... are we not going?
You will take us away from here, yes?

Siege : ...
...
Don't call me "Your Highness". I'm not anybody's Highness.
I'm just... no, never mind.
Stay at your post, Indra!
We break the walls now.

Indra : You'll leave Baird behind?! After we've already done so once?

Siege : I understand.
And I know she would not willingly part with us again.
Unless... she had no choice.
As we do not.

Indra : Why did we come back to Norport, then?!

Siege : Maybe coming back was more than just about coming back, the moment that we stepped foot on the soil of our home...
Let go of Hannah, Morgan. Have some faith in the Glasgow Gang.
We're no wimps.
Remember how we fought our battles when we were little?

Indra : Vina...

Morgan : For the Glasgow Gang!

Siege : For the Glasgow Gang!

Indra : ...
Bastards... wait for us, Baird...
For the Glasgow Gang!

「The walls that block the escape of the people of Norport lie just before them, but there are no longer Sarkaz bows and guns on it.
Freedom is in sight. The oppressed raise their hands high and push forth.
Siege raises Kyngasycath high again. It is still just a piece of metal, not a single sheen to it.
She does not remember whether she swung it. Perhaps it is just the result of countless hands pushing at the same time. The wall falls. 」

Operation story: 12-18

Before operation

Summary

Golding dies in the presence of the Damazti Cluster. The heavily injured Baird also walks alone towards the end of her life.

<Background 1>

Golding : Thank you for accepting my plea, Damazti.

Damazti Cluster : It is not a difficult wish to grant.
Coincidentally, we just freed ourselves from some nastier things.
A classroom. You ended up inviting us here in the end.
A rational and reasonable decision, Golding. You always said you saw yourself as a teacher, after all.

Golding : I think, I shall die here today.

Damazti Cluster : You're set on this.
Lettou will be sad.

Golding : I have to do it.

Damazti Cluster : Why are you so hung up on this?

Golding : You're right, why am I?
I can't let go of the children, I worry that they can't find a place to belong in our current world. I can't let go of Molly either, she's a good girl, but she doesn't know how to protect herself.
And of course, there's Heidi... but I've let her down. I only hope she won't resent me.
Probably a difficult thing to do, seeing as I've caused the deaths of so many.
I deserve any resentment coming my way.

Damazti Cluster : Golding, you know dying like this won't change anything.
Honestly, we're confused by your decision...
In our long-lived experience, it isn't rare to see one embrace death, but we're still puzzled by it.
We are well familiar with the words, "sacrifice," "repellence," "guilt," and perhaps even more.
The final outcome always leads to death.
Sorry, but this is such a futile act to us. Death holds little meaning and isn't worth such obsession.

Golding : Death is just death.
I know what you mean, Damazti. I understand what you're saying.
If I wished to make amends for the fallen Self-Salvation Corps fighters, perhaps the better choice would've been to live on, to care for the families left behind, to heal the suffering in their stead.
But, I know... I can't do that, I can't possibly face all that...
I'm so scared.

Damazti Cluster : Is facing death easier than facing your fears?

Golding : Perhaps.
I've always run away from things... I thought I could keep living as long as I avoided getting caught by the tide.
But when does one finally stop running and admit that one's life has fallen apart?
When does one admit that one's old life never existed in the first place?
I can't bring myself to face all of this, so I'd rather choose to die before I completely succumb to my despair.
Let me lie to myself just this once, Damazti.

[The Cluster shapeshifts into Golding, and... ]

Golding : You've taken my form.

"Golding" : Don't get the wrong idea, Golding. We don't actually like our job that much. We won't deceive those precious to you.
We just... want to better understand your feelings.
It's a difficult emotion to understand, so we can only try to feel it firsthand.

Golding : You asked me before how to live a life.
How am I even supposed to come up with an answer?
Then again, now that I've realized my own powerlessness, choosing to give up could also count as a choice, right?

"Golding" : "Give up," Lettou also said this before.

Golding : No, it's not about giving up on yourself and letting life wash over you.
It's to give up on the act of living.

"Golding" : Give up on living, you say.

Golding : All these experiences...whether they hold joy or pain, there isn't really a need to hold onto them so tightly, right?
In fact, you feel as though you're in the middle of a labyrinth, you realize the walls are in fact made of said experiences.
I wouldn't even call this a struggle, it truly is the coward's choice.
But at least... I won't stand by their side again, right?
I'm... just so tired of it all.

"Golding" : ......
Goodnight, Golding.

<Background 2>

Baird : *sigh*
I'm at my limit.
I really am... so tired.
Well, at the very least, the Glasgow Gang managed to reunite while I'm still here.
I hope they can all get away safely.

「Baird staggers to a wall, and slowly sits herself down, drawing a long bloodstain behind her.
Her hand is already going numb. She tries to make a fist, but to no avail. 」

Baird : Hah.
Ugh... death sure hurts a lot more than I had imagined. Hurts more than when Hannah socked me in the jaw.

「She turns her head and spots a corpse not far from her. Lean and emaciated, he seems to have died a few days ago.
It suddenly occurs to her how familiar the corpse's face is. 」

Baird : So this is where you ended up, Mr. "Next Academician."

「A can of meat lay close to the timid citizen, its contents completely cleaned out without even a little bit remaining.
Baird blinks a few times at something strange by the poor man's side. From the wall to the floor is... a bunch of black curvy lines?
Words and diagrams.
Only now does Baird realize that he had picked up another pen to write with– a battered charcoal pencil, a tool far less respectable than his precious fountain pen.
She touches her own pocket. The fine fountain pen that had belonged to him is still with her. It's a shame McClaren never read the final words written by this gorgeous pen.
She manages to drag her body with some difficulty towards the writing on the wall, and carefully makes out the tiny handwriting.
She laughs, and also starts coughing. 」

Baird : A thesis on heraldry as an application to be a Fellow of the Royal Victorian Academy of Sciences?
Mister, you chose to write this of all the other things you could have written?
It's totally useless.

「Baird skips over the long, stupefying paragraphs of research and references.
The paper ends abruptly. After a blank page is an angry note from the man on how he had forgotten some important material he wanted to add.
His desperation shows through the broken writing that eventually fades off the page.
At some point, he seems to have begun writing his wishes instead. 」

"I hope 'The Genealogy of the Ashworth Family' can manifest in my hands soon."
"I hope the editors will understand how significant my work is, and increase my book advance."
"I hope the professor won't be angry at me, those were just academic arguments and I still respect him very much."
"Fine, if I get the chance, I'm willing to concede the debate, and share some of his tea again."
"I'm still so hungry, I could really go for the fried fins sold on the street corner."
"I hope Jane hasn't forgotten me, I love her just as much as when I left her."
"I'm a scoundrel. I hope those kids at the gym are doing alright."
"I want to drink three million barrels of whiskey."
......
"Aunt Sarah, I miss you, I'm sorry to have grown up into such a bad child."
"Bloody hell."
"Bloody hell, who would even grant my wishes? I've prayed as hard as I can to all the beings I know and don't."
"If that evangelistic Liberi Cleric showed up right in front of me, I'd give him a thrashing for sure."
"Alright, fine."
"I hope that everyone's wishes comes true, that everyone can be happy, safe, and healthy, to live their best lives, every single one."
"I hope no one will suffer anymore, or be tortured, everyone should be smiling, and all tears should evaporate off this great land, along with hunger."
"I hope that all of this wasn't in vain."
"I hope that all of this–"
A long scratch mark follows, and the writing stops there.

Baird : ......
Well, I guess this is it.

「Baird raises her hand with much difficulty. The pen nib is almost dried out, and she tries making several marks before leaving a short line in black ink. 」

"I hope so too."

Operation story: 12-19

After operation

Summary

Ines breaks into the airship alone, and abducts Paprika. Encircled by Manfred, she leaps off the airship, and sounds out a warning to the dukes.

<Background 1>

Ines : Hmph. I'm starting to regret this.
Sneaking in here... was not a good idea.
The higher the place, the more complete and larger the shadows are.
But this place is a little too high up...

[Ines turned out to have taken Paprika with her. ]

Paprika : ...Can you let me go?

Ines : No can do, girlie.
Don't you get any funny ideas either.
This ship is way too big. I'd really appreciate a cute girl helping me keep an eye out for any soldiers popping up.

Paprika : ...
Do you also call yourself a Victorian Sarkaz?

Ines : No, I'm a Kazdel Sarkaz.

Paprika : Wait, but... if you're a Kazdel Sarkaz...? Then why are you...?
Aren't you working for General Manfred and the Military Commission?

Ines : I work only for myself.
Where's this ship headed?

Paprika : ......

Ines : I don't like seeing kids suffer.

Paprika : I... I don't know...
I really don't!

Ines : What exactly is your job here?

Paprika : Um... being a Sarkaz mercenary?

Ines : Heh. A Sarkaz mercenary who hasn't killed before.
You can't even silently draw your weapon while being captured.

[Ines stays Paprika's hand down. ]

Ines : What's Manfred even planning to do here? Open a kindergarten?

Paprika : General Manfred says he wants me to learn what war is.

Ines : Well, how's that going?

Paprika : I think it's just people killing another group of people.

Ines : Congratulations, we share the same view.
This ship sure flies high.

Paprika : The General says it's because it's a revenant.

Ines : Ugh. A revenant. So that's why.
That's why Ascalon was in so much pain. Good thing they're conspicuous.
This ship is still ascending.
Judging by our heading... it's not flying towards the battlefield. This ship is returning to Londinium.
You flew out of Londinium, fired a shot at the Duke's warship, and then stopped for a few days in Norport Borough.
And now that the dukes are on their way with their fleets, you're retreating?
Seems like I need to change my impression of Manfred. Not only is he passionate about pedagogy, but he likes to take the ship out for little drives too?

Paprika : I...

Ines : Alright, you don't know anything at all.
What's your name?

Paprika : Paprika.

Ines : So you're the Paprika mentioned in the report I read. You freed the workers from Munitions Factory No. 11, and then you were caught by Manfred.

Paprika : ...
For a Sarkaz mercenary, is that... not honorable?

Ines : For a Sarkaz mercenary, honor is the worst kind of shame.

Paprika : Okay.
You've been to Kazdel before, right? What is it like?
My old captain told me that it's our homeland.

Ines : Where did you grow up?

Paprika : Columbia.

Ines : No wonder.
Every Sarkaz that hasn't been to Kazdel thinks it's probably an adorable, sweet little place.
That's just your own wishful thinking.
Think of the filthiest, most disgusting, any derogatory adjective you can muster, and multiply that by a hundred–now that's Kazdel.

Paprika : Sounds like most people wouldn't like it.
Then why... why do so many Sarkaz call it home?

Ines : Because they need a home.
They think, as long as they have a home, everything will fall neatly into place, all discrimination and persecution against them will cease and they'll once again be able to puff out their chests in pride.
Hmph. It's silly.

Paprika : Or maybe you think that... because you're not a Sarkaz?

Ines : ......
You like to ask questions, little girl, but that's not a good habit in wartime.

Paprika : I... I was only making a guess! Please don't get angry!
...I'm just real curious.
Nobody here wants to talk to me, and General Manfred is always busy.
They're all so excited and always talk about doing great things... but why don't I feel it?
All I've seen is familiar faces dying one by one, getting replaced by fresh faces, but when those become familiar...
The same thing just happens again and again.
I feel like I shouldn't be here at all.

Ines : ......
Does it actually matter if someone is really a Sarkaz or not?
If everyone thinks you're a Sarkaz, then you might as well grind down your horns and pretend to be one.
Because you can only survive as a Sarkaz.
And when it comes to surviving, your feelings don't matter at all.

Paprika : And that's why you joined this war with the Sarkaz?

Ines : Seems like you should stay with Manfred a while longer. He hasn't taught you the most important things you need to know about war.

Paprika : General Manfred lent me a book, A History of Sarkaz War.

Ines : ......
I know the author. His name is Hoederer, and he's an idiot.
"Sarkaz War," "Victorian War," "Ducal War," "Royal Court War," only an idiot talks about stuff like that.
Who'd be arrogant enough to claim a war for themselves? I sure wouldn't, at least.
War is war, and that's all there is to it.

Paprika : You don't believe this war can save us all... Then what do you believe in?

Ines : I believe when you're hungry, you have to eat, when you're thirsty, you need to drink, swinging your arms around for too long will tire you out, and if I jump out of this ship I will die.
I only believe in these things that can't be given meaning.
Toying around with 'meaning' is the root of all suffering.

[Manfred shows up. ]

Manfred : In the same way, I believe that profits make people impulsive, fear makes them impatient, a burning fire can not be easily extinguished, and the resulting conflicts cannot be easily ended.
Ines, as a guest, you should have greeted me first.

Ines : It's been a while, Manfred.

Manfred : Indeed it has.
So, why don't you stay? You can admire the scenery with us.
The storm is approaching quickly.

「Ines and Manfred turn to look out the window.
They see the smoke and dust rising in the distance, and several high-speed battleship fleets approaching.
This airship high up in the sky is attracting the attention of every ducal force already stationed nearby.
A sudden flash of clarity shoots through Ines upon seeing these little battleships scrambling like insects in the shadow of the airship. 」

Ines : You want the flames.
No, the flames have already been ignited, you're just... using this ship as kindling to keep it in the air.
Caster, Wellington, Windermere, and maybe Normandy too...
The representatives of these greedy dukes are already all gathered on this plate, while their masters' fleets observe their rivals as they make their way here.
This airship is moving so slowly because you're waiting for them, you're tempting them.
The dukes would rather not let the airship hide behind Londinium's robust city walls, so they'll gather here...
And this is what you've all been waiting for.
An perfectly little... shooting gallery for The Shard.

Manfred : Should I be glad that Hoederer's partner is so sharp?
A shame you put it together so late.
Men, seize her.

[Several Kazdelian Sarkaz soldiers strike Ines at Manfred's command, but she dodged them and ran away. ]

Manfred : So what did she tell you, Paprika?

Paprika : ...
She said, war is war, and that's all there is to it.

Manfred : Hmm...
Indeed, that's all.
If she could just see the big picture, just how many things surrounding war would she see?

<Background fades out and in>

「This intelligence must be delivered.
Ines has to admit that the Military Commission has drawn up a brilliant plan.
She can foresee what will happen next.
The Shard's Catastrophe will severely damage the dukes' forces, and furthermore, said damage will be credited to not just the Sarkaz, but also to their respective rivals.
And once Victoria's storm-bringing prowess is drawn out into the open, any country across the lands will feel fear, and also fury.
Every seat of power will want to destroy this one, or possess it for themselves.
What if, at this time–the dukes guarding the borders slack on their duties because of their infighting?
Leithanien, Ursus, Kazimierz, and even the old Gaulish regions would never let this opportunity slip.
This is only the first flame.
Soon, an unstoppable blaze will sweep across the entire land.
Ines knows, there is still time, it's not too late.
As long as she can get the information out–
A shadow approaches at the end of the corridor. It is not her own shadow, but the owner of this vessel.
Ines, who has heard rumors from her old partner about the revenant, is for the first time in her life glad that she isn't a real Sarkaz. 」

Ines : Yep, shadow's still there.

「The sun rises, the long night having finally passed, and the mobile plate below her casts an extremely long shadow. 」

Ines : ...Right.
I should thank myself for finding such a high place.
I'm guessing that a jump from here would probably kill me.
......
Heh, who would have thought that today, the Ines who always comes back from the brink of death, is finally embracing it.
Hoederer and W are gonna laugh themselves to death.
I hope they don't get to see me in such a wretched state.
–*exhale*

[Ines slashes open the windows, and... ]

「She falls, a gale blowing through her hair, and she can hardly keep her eyes open.
But it is only at this height that she can take all the shadows of Norport into her view.
Only at this height can she manipulate these shadows that stretch as far as she can see.
She knows that she only has a few seconds to make it, quickly falling into the shadows before her.
Now.
Death is already lingering beyond the door. 」

Operation story: 12-20

Before operation

Summary

Manfred's plan to use the airship as bait to destroy the dukes' main forces goes bust. Ines jumps off the ship, only to be saved by W and Hoederer, and the three reunite. The Damazti Cluster finds Amiya.

<Background 1>

Duke of Windermere : ......
Did old Wellington send his entire reserve fleet here?

Victorian Officer : Yes, Your Grace.
The Duke of Wellington seems to be fighting that ship... he must be sure of his victory.
Their frontline forces must have already exchanged fire with the Sarkaz.

Duke of Windermere : Grr, and there's still Caster...
That woman has barely ever stepped outside her demesne, but even she's not staying put this time.
Just how valuable is this ship to be worth all their trouble?

Victorian Officer : Your Grace, the strategists are also recommending we obtain as much technology as we can from that airship.
Whether we stand against the Sarkaz, or... other possible rivals, such an unprecedented weapon will allow us to control an even larger airspace.

Duke of Windermere : Shut them up. What "possible opponents"? They're inciting me to break up Victoria.
I came here solely to bring Delphine home.

Victorian Officer : They're also saying that Norport Borough may be in terrible shape right now.

Duke of Windermere : Delphine will be fine. She's my daughter after all.

[A soldier rushes toward the Duke of Windermere. ]

Victorian Soldier : Y-Your Grace...

Duke of Windermere : Haven't I said before that running inside the ship is forbidden?

Victorian Soldier : Please, take a look at the shadow of that moving plate...
Something's... not quite right...

「Duke Windermere takes the telescope offered by the adjutant.
The shadow of the mobile plate cast by the morning sun does not resemble Norport Borough.
Is this because of the structure blocking it? Windermere thinks it strangely resembles a tower.
A tower?
Or... A Shard? 」

Duke of Windermere : Is that... The Shard's shadow?
How can this be? Is this a natural phenomenon? Or...?
How long did you say it would take for Caster's and Wellington's troops to arrive?

Victorian Officer : Perhaps within the next two hours?
A rare event indeed, for the troops of three dukes to all coincidentally converge near this area...
According to reports we received earlier, a few other dukes are also planning their moves, so it would not be too surprising to see their warships on the move here.
I've been in the army for many years, and yet this is the first time I've seen something like this.

Duke of Windermere : !
Full stop! All units, stop immediately!
Get all of them clear of the area at once!
Send a red flare to warn our allies!
Quickly! Now!
Send a plaintext to every Victorian unit in the region!
This place could well be the target of The Shard's attack!

Victorian Officer : A-Alright!

Duke of Windermere : Don't turn the ship, speed it up towards Norport Borough!
I have to find Delphine before the storm comes!

<Background 2>

「Red flares blossom under the clouds, and the distorted shadows return to their original state. 」

Manfred : Impressive work, Ines.
It was going to be a simple test shot, not at our full power, but we have many other locations to choose for next time.
I do have to admit I have some tiny regrets.
But the Military Commission always has more than just a single plan.
Inform the Nachzehrer King, it's time to rouse the troops.
The storm will open a path for him.

<Background black>

「Ines often says death is also a tool.
She would sometimes joke to Hoederer that she might be getting a little too used to playing dead.
But now, as she stands on death's door, Ines realizes that she feels calmer than she expected.
She closes her eyes.
A blaze abruptly bakes her face, along with an intense shockwave.
The unique smell of the explosives is well familiar to Ines.
Her lips curl up.
Dust and smoke from the explosion engulfs her with embers still retaining the heat of the flames.
These embers gather, dance, and weave together.
Sarkaz history is woven of embers, but occasionally, other things are knitted from the smoldering remains.
For example...
Ines falls head first into a cushiony cloud of smoke and dust.
A giant web of embers holds her aloft. 」

Ines : I never should've expected... that the two of them could come up with anything better.

<Background 3>

W : Hey, Ines. Still alive and kicking?
That explosion was pretty tough, so don't blame me if any minor issues crop up.
Ah man, Hoederer. Let's just bury her.

Ines : Sorry to rain on your parade, but I'm still alive for now.

W : Ugh. Killjoy.
So, did you like the fireworks I set off for you?
And guess what I secretly sewed into your clothes?
Wow! Who would've guessed? A tracking device!

Ines : Do you think I never noticed it?
Shoddy stitching, your darning skills are honestly embarrassing.

W : Grr. That was supposed to be a present for you, but well, I guess this way's fine too.

Ines : And these–
Don't you know how difficult it is to keep clothes clean and tidy on a battlefield?
And you still threw me into a ball of smoldering ashes?

Hoederer : You used to call my Arts embers.

Ines : Not in the mood for that now.

Hoederer : You're pretty seriously injured.

Ines : Better than being dead.

W : What?! Hoederer! You had Arts to cast all along? I thought you only knew how to chop at guys with your knife!
Embers? No wonder you're so unfazed whenever I throw a bomb at your face!
So, are you not afraid of getting shot?

Hoederer : I am.

W : Can you fling ashes at someone else's face?

Hoederer : No.

W : Is your permanently haggard scowl a side effect of your Arts?

Hoederer : Shut up.

Ines : ...Heh.

W : How many years has it been since I've seen you in such a pathetic state, Ines?

Ines : Believe me, you'll never see me like this again.

W : Don't be too confident now, we might just bump into the Sanguinarch having a leisurely stroll on our way back.

Hoederer : ......
W, can I ask you to swap your little hypothetical there?

W : What, did you develop feelings for those crusty old monsters of the Royal Court after hanging out with Manfred for so long?
Hey, you should be thanking me! If I didn't bump into you scuttling around on my way back, you might've gotten recaptured by your old besties!

Hoederer : Maybe I'll head back to prison so I can at least enjoy some peace and quiet without you.

W : Be my guest, I'll even do you a solid and report you to Theresis.

Ines : Where are we headed?

Hoederer : W's safehouse.

Ines : Fine, I can force myself to pretend we're going home.
And also–
...Thanks.

<Background 4>

Indra : ...I wanna go back.
What's taking her so long today? She injure her leg or something?
We gotta help her out, she'll be so grateful that we're bound to get a few bottles of decent beer out of it.
What'cha standing around for? Let's move!

Morgan : Enough, Hannah! Norport's a sea of flames right now!

Indra : Baird's not dumb, she can keep herself safe.

Morgan : She's dead.

Indra : ...
What're you on about? Morgan, this is no time for a laugh–

Morgan : I said! Baird's dead!
Didn't you see that butterfly knife? It was covered in blood!
Baird always kept that on her person, there's no mistaking it...
That knife, in someone else's hand, only means one thing...
......

Indra : I mean, it might be just a misunderstanding. Maybe she lost her knife or something.
She's got her careless moments too, right? Not like she never lost nuffin before.
Remember that one year when she accidentally lost our carton of eggs? We were supposed to have fried eggs that morning.
Sometimes she slips up, no big deal...

Siege : Hannah... McClaren is holding her knife.
Baird went back just to look for him.
He's deaf in both ears, so they probably...
......

Indra : ...
Hah! They've been friends for years. You trying to scare me?
Baird probably just lent her knife to McClaren for a bit, nuffin wrong with that, right?
I...
...
I... I'll go ask him. He can tell us, it was just a...

Siege : Hannah.

Indra : Where's he? McClaren left Norport along with us, right? So he's definitely in the crowd.
We'll just ask him, this oughta be a misunderstanding...
McClaren–Where are you–
McCla–

Siege : Hannah, he can't hear you.

Indra : ...
I–
I'll kill the bugger! He's dead! When I find him, I'll smash every single bone in his body!

Siege : Hannah! That's enough.

Indra : Vina! Did you already know about this? Bloody hell, why haven't you–

Siege : Why haven't I gone and smashed his skull in for Baird?! You think I don't want to?!
You think I don't want to?!
Because there's no meaning to it! Rubbing out a frightened deaf man makes no bloody sense at all!
Hannah, I hate it, I hate all of this, I'm a fool through and through, a self-righteous twit!
Allerdale, Baird...
If I hadn't involved myself in this, they wouldn't have...
What did I even come back for?!
What did I even think I came back for?!

「Was this... a mistake from the very beginning, born of a false sense of responsibility?
How does she really see them, her friends whom she went through thick and thin and all kinds of hardships with?
Could it be... that this "friendship" she cherishes so deeply, was actually just an excuse to deceive even herself?
Could it be, that she of all people, has gradually come to see herself as a king?
Grant mercy, sow benevolence... and then, harvest hope and reverence.
What exactly... did she want to achieve here?
What exactly did she expect to achieve here? 」

Morgan : Vina, we came back because we couldn't stand it... we were just watching from the side.
Because this is our street, our turf, our country.
You're always charging ahead, but this isn't your responsibility.
We're not following you to see what kind of person you'll become.
Vina, you're just our Vina, right?

Siege : ...
Of course.
I'm just Vina. This I swear.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Where should we bring these people from Norport Borough? We can't let them fend for themselves in the wilderness, right?
Besides, this is the heart of the battle.

Delphine : These townspeople can live on my mother's land, if they're willing to move.
Mother has a nomadic city in the vicinity of Londinium. It's a rather tiny fortress city, but it'll be no problem to accommodate them.
Got any other ideas, Cador?

Cador : Hmph.
You know, Delphine? Ever since you stopped hiding your identity, you've changed the way you speak.

Delphine : I know what happened with Baird... has upset you.
It upset us all, but right now, there's no need to dampen our spirits even more.
I just...

??? : Ah, finally found you.

[The Damazti Cluster, having appeared out of nowhere, approaches Amiya. ]

Damazti Cluster : Could we please have some water to drink?
That Draco... we don't like those flames of hers, so difficult to extinguish.

Ascalon : Damazti.

Damazti Cluster : Ascalon... It's been a while, hmm?

Ascalon : What did you come here for?

Damazti Cluster : We're thirsty.
And to offer a greeting to the little King of Sarkaz here.
That banshee speaks pretty highly of you.

Doctor : Amiya, get behind me.

Amiya : It's alright, Doctor. I've never seen our guest here in their current form, but... I know them very well, they've appeared frequently in those histories.
But they're always wandering outside the Royal Court, and they're not interested in anything... except themselves.
Damazti fragment, why have you appeared before us?

Damazti Cluster : So you really are a genuine King of Sarkaz, little bunny.
That thing seems to have also tormented you quite a bit. Good job holding all that in your little head while not being a Sarkaz.
Memory is the most precious thing to us, but it can sometimes also be our poison.
So you see, we do appear to have something to talk about.

Amiya : Are you... also of the opinion that I'm not worthy of bearing the crown of "The King of Sarkaz"?

Damazti Cluster : I see that talkative revenant really put you through the wringer.
Don't mind it, he's never been the kindly type.

Amiya : You're an ancient Sarkaz, so how do you think... a King should act?

Damazti Cluster : Oh, good question. We've never been one, and we don't care to bother...
But we're thinking, you should at the very least be strong enough?
Strong enough to... overcome any hesitation or doubt, yes?
Oh, we're certain of something else though. You definitely shouldn't be asking us this question, little King.

Amiya : ......

Damazti Cluster : You have a long path ahead of you, regardless of whether you're leading the organization you call Rhodes Island or following the guidance of the Sarkaz souls.
Oh, sorry. We forgot that the souls won't accept you, just like how they won't accept us.
We're all different from each other.
However–
You'll understand at some point in the future, that the passage of time is unbeatable. The Kings of Sarkaz in our memories, all walked the very same path in the end.

Amiya : Not me.
I–refuse to walk that path.

Damazti Cluster : Don't be too quick to refute us, Cautus. We did think it was a nice change having a young King of Sarkaz, but it seems like you're still chained to your fate.
Though we're nonetheless full of expectations for you, a non-Sarkaz King...
A young King of Sarkaz who is still growing and questioning her own blood...
A never before seen King of Sarkaz...

Ascalon : What are you up to?

Damazti Cluster : We... have no ill intentions.
King of Sarkaz, we don't dare to claim that we're wiser than you are, and we have nothing to teach you either.
We only wish to extend an invitation, we seek an opportunity to thoroughly understand a "unique" individual.
Ascalon, you will understand when you've lived as long as we have.
When something you've never seen before appears right before your eyes, how could you resist reaching out to it?
O King of Sarkaz, please grant our perennial lives a pleasant surprise.

After operation

Summary

Amiya defeats the ancient Damazti Cluster. The Lord of the Banshees' bone whistle rings throughout the Royal Court, celebrating the Damazti Cluster's rebirth into a new form.

<Background 5>

Damazti Cluster : ......

Logos : What are you looking at?

Damazti Cluster : At your King of Sarkaz, Banshee.

Logos : You're facing Amiya.
I advise you to carefully consider your actions.

Damazti Cluster : And you should do away with the curses in your hands.
Relax. They've already won.

Logos : I'm grateful for our earlier exchanges, Damazti. I have a clearer understanding of your methods now.

Damazti Cluster : The King of Sarkaz couldn't have possibly lost to our clone that had already been fried near to a crisp by a Draco's flames.
But we are glad to have experienced something new for the first time in such a long time.
It's been ages since we've seen anything that has brought us even a speck of excitement.
Be proud of yourself, Banshee. You've convinced us, and we'll be more than happy to keep this new possibility of yours, though we're still not very optimistic about the direction this possibility is heading.
But to us, time and patience are two things we have more than plenty of.
We will meet again, at the next finish line.

Logos : Where are you going next?

Damazti Cluster : We've never gone anywhere on purpose, we merely wander the land.

Logos : You've mentioned before, Damazti, that you've pretty much exhausted all possibilities.

Damazti Cluster : Yes.

Logos : But there remains uncharted territory for you.

Damazti Cluster : ...Oh?

Logos : Everything on this great land is constantly evolving, while you stayed just as you always have been, imitating the fruits of evolution.
Yes, you've never gone anywhere, and yet you're already complete.
So of course there can be no progress in something that's already been completed.

Damazti Cluster : How persuasively provocative. And what do you suggest?

Logos : You've already guessed it.

Damazti Cluster : ......
Heralding our deaths–you do live up to your name, bean sí.

Logos : From death comes new life.

Damazti Cluster : Indeed, we've never tried this before...
......
We just bid goodbye to a friend, at a place not far from here.
She said that she would rather give up living than to let life wash over her.
We felt her emotions, we saw her determination.
She claimed it was the choice of a coward, but we felt something else.
We could barely put it in words then, but now we know, that it also took a certain kind of courage.
The kind of courage we've never considered before.
Well, alright. Banshee, we admit it
We've begun looking forward to this.
This might be just an innocuous scheme of yours, a clumsy method of ridding yourself of an enemy.
But that doesn't matter to us.
Or maybe the souls are merely borrowing your voice to provoke us.

Logos : Need me to help you?

Damazti Cluster : How about you leave us with some decency?
Though you ought to sound the death knell for us.

<Background 4>

[After a fight, the Damazti Cluster admits their defeat. ]

Damazti Cluster : ......
You sure are a tenacious and brave bunch. Celebrate your victory.

Doctor : This can't be your full power.

Damazti Cluster : What, are you not entertained, Doctor of Rhodes Island?
Or maybe that's unnecessary? Maybe we actually understand you on a... level beyond your worst estimates?

Doctor : I trust Rhodes Island's security systems. / ...... / Do you also have a clone on Rhodes Island?

Damazti Cluster : Haha, relax, Doctor. Your ship's onboarding inspection is not as easy as it seems to slip through.
Alright. Goodbye, all.

Ascalon : What are you planning?

Damazti Cluster : What else can we do with our broken body?
We've stayed in our original form for... long enough.

Damazti Cluster : Tiny King of Sarkaz, where will you go next?
Where will you bring these people who trust you, follow you, protect you?
Will you do as Buldrokkas'tee prophesized, and enslave everything across all the lands...?
Or will you prove that it is only us who have been bound too deeply by the chains of history?
"Evolution," a tricky word indeed, implying an inevitable progress, though it may not be.
But no matter, you will find your path, and us as well.

<Background 4>

Amiya : He dissipated...

Ascalon : No, the Damazti won't die. His other, more complete and stronger self, is probably just around the corner.
This is a typical tactic of his, to have the prey let down its guard, and then come in for the kill...

[The sound of a bone whistle is heard. ]

Ascalon : A bone whistle? How can this be?
Logos sees the bone whistle as a lamentable tradition of the Royal Court, and has always refused to sound it as his predecessors have done.
But this is indeed a bone whistle from the Master of Knells.
!
The Damazti cluster... is dying.

"The elegy has sounded, the bone whistle done wailing."
"I serve as a witness to a Sarkaz, the Damazti, and his cluster."
"From death comes new life."

<Background 6>

Confessarius : A bone whistle.
How long has it been since we've had the Lord of the Banshees grace our court to sound the bone whistle?

Theresis : ......
The Damazti Cluster has died.

Confessarius : Fret not, the Damazti has only encountered a minor setback, he'll soon...

Theresis : No, what I mean is, every Damazti fragment is simultaneously decaying.
The Damazti dies, and our long-lasting Royal Court will collapse.
Hmph, how interesting.
I think, that he himself never imagined that it would end like this.
How should I describe it? A split into halves?
Or the birth of two new lives?

<Background 7>

Kal'tsit : The ancient Damazti no longer exists.
......
And two newborn Damazti have appeared in this world.
Sand in nature is regarded as the final state of all things. No matter how strong a boulder may be, it turns to dust at the end of time.
But then again, the sand may also hold the possibility of starting a cycle of reincarnation anew.

[Closure asks Kal'tsit, ]

Closure : Kal'tsit, your wounds are still healing, move another inch and I'll tell Shining–

Kal'tsit : I'm already fine, for the most part.
An old friend might locate us soon... no, I should say a new friend now.

Closure : I don't want to meet any of your old or new friends.
There's good news and bad news, pick one?
Wait, I sure am tired. Why did I think you would be up for a stupid game?
The bad news is–

Kal'tsit : Give me the good news.

Closure : The bad news is that we didn't find the entrance to the Sarkaz supply route in Brentwood. There was no underground tunnel at all, but there was a passage used for inspections...
Wait, you... huh?

Kal'tsit : I said, give me the good news.

Closure : Ah... um, I...
Shining–!

Kal'tsit : I like to hear positive news sometimes as well, Closure.

Closure : ......
The good news is, we managed to get in touch with the Doctor.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Thank you for your assistance, Duke Windermere. We've managed to re-establish our communication channels.

Delphine : The refugees we brought have all boarded the ship, and they'll be under the Duke of Windermere's protection for the time being.

Duke of Windermere : I should be the one thanking you, Rhodes Island.
You've helped the townspeople of Norport Borough escape a disaster. Not all of them, but... it's enough.
Protecting the people is what we, those who bear the title of duke, ought to do.
And, you even saved my daughter.
She was just bawling in her room earlier.

Delphine : Mum! I was only...

Duke of Windermere : I can guess what you've all been through the last couple of days.
But Delphine, perhaps you have come to better understand how those in power should wield authority.

Dagda : If I may be so bold, Your Grace, how are you planning to use your power?
After witnessing the fate of the Steam Knights, I'm not sure–

Duke of Windermere : I had to make a strategic decision, daughter of Montague.
You may call it a plot, and I won't deny that I signed my name on the Steam Knights' orders.
But... to decide the future of this country is exactly our duty.

Siege : ..."Duty".

Duke of Windermere : Yes, Miss Vina. "Duty".
You understand why I'm addressing you that way.

Siege : Of course.
If you'd excuse us, Your Grace. For now, I would... rather be with my friends.

Duke of Windermere : As you please.

[Siege and the rest of Glasgow leaves. ]

Duke of Windermere : Now then, Doctor of Rhodes Island. I believe... we can't avoid discussing the object your operator is carrying.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Kyngasycath.

Duke of Windermere : I knew it wasn't my imagination.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Duke of Windermere : That is Victoria's Realmblade, yes?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : It's just a tourist trinket.

Duke of Windermere : Delphine was praising you so highly that perhaps I require a re-evaluation.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Duke of Windermere : Anyway, it's impossible to ignore her and the sword she's carrying.
Delphine told me about your deal with her. Even though there were some twists and turns in between, I'm sure that deal remains valid.

Doctor : Don't tell me you're becoming a supporter of Rhodes Island.

Duke of Windermere : Of course.
But I promise you that for now, I'll act as if nothing happened.
We can talk this out slowly when we've returned to my demesne.

<Background fades out and in>

Morgan : Cador didn't get on the ship, he left with a bunch of people.

Siege : And Hannah?

Morgan : She's still in her room and refuses to come out.

Siege : ...
Let's get her something to eat. She's barely had a decent meal in Norport.

Morgan : Yeah.

Siege : What are you burning?

Morgan : A bunch of drafts.
Notes I saved for writing inspiration.
But I forgot where I dropped my memoir notebook, haha.
Siege, you don't need it, do you? We don't need it anymore.

Siege : Sure.
I...

Dagda : Siege, what's... are you crying?

Siege : No, I just...
I just...
......

「Heavy tears roll down Siege's cheeks, while Morgan and Dagda are both stunned in their common consensus–Vina has never shed a tear before.
On the deck of this high-speed battleship, the Victorian sun is still slowly rising, sweeping the haze and evaporating the mist from last night.
And this youth called Vina, with her back to the sun, is expressing her emotions without a word. 」

Siege : I just... got ash in my eyes.

Morgan : Norport will return to her old self, the people are still there after all.
We'll get our old lives back... eventually.
We just... need patience. A little more of it.
Vina, I–
The war is going to end, right?

12-21: Quiet On The Front

Summary

The Nachzehrer King's Army has been assembled, and the Duke of Wellington's as well as Dublinn's troops are primed and ready. Meanwhile, the new Reunion, led by Nine, has found its way into the chaos.

「The Catastrophe cloud in the sky has not yet dissipated.
Should you take off your gloves, you would be able to feel the Originium dust in the air scratching the palm of your hand.
The Nachzehrer King sits atop his throne, casting his eyes across his army.
The Nachzehrer's army will not be shaken. The Nachzehrer's army will not show weakness.
They pass through the storm, beyond injuries, and over the carcasses of compatriots and enemies alike.
The Sarkaz continue to march. Until the enemies of the Nachzehrer King are completely crushed, they have no right to stop.
"They are War itself." 」

<Background 1>

Dublinn Soldier : Your Grace, we've sustained heavy losses. Nearly a third of the high-speed battleships in the vanguard's squadron have been incapacitated. We're trying to turn the situation around, but the outlook isn't positive.
That violent Catastrophe... just slammed into our front line all of a sudden.
It's very difficult for us to conduct standard operations in these high-density Originium zones, and the exposed Active Originium clusters greatly limit the maneuverability of our high-speed battleships.
But, the Sarkaz forces don't seem to be affected much. They... don't care at all. Most of them are already Infected.
The Nachzehrer's troops are also fielding some witchcraft contraptions we've never seen before. The chaotic fissures they spew out are... tricky to deal with. We're still looking for countermeasures.

Duke of Wellington : Hold the line. Have the artillery in the rear lay suppressive fire, and open up a gap to the east.

Dublinn Soldier : It shall be done, milord.

[The Duke of Caster calls the Duke of Wellington. ]

Duke of Caster : No mercy for poor Windermere eh, Duke Wellington?
She just bailed out the fleet we sent to claim our plaything, and you're going to repay the favor by driving the Sarkaz onto her turf?

Duke of Wellington : I don't remember giving you permission to tap into my communications, Caster.

Duke of Caster : Stiff as always, aren't you?
I will remind Windermere to take adequate preparations. After all, we are still Victorians.
I know what you're after, old Wellington.
You're getting ahead of yourself.

Duke of Wellington : Next time, I hope you'll find a more appropriate manner of exchanging ideas with me.

[The Duke of Wellington hangs up... ]

Duke of Wellington : Hmph.

[...as Eblana joins him. ]

Eblana : Your Grace, you shouldn't continue standing on the deck like this. Though we're a fair distance away from where the Catastrophe struck, the dust can't be good for your health.

Duke of Wellington : This is my duty, Your Royal Highness Eblana.

Eblana : You are always worthy of my trust.
Haha... Those two siblings are being extremely cautious.
This is not the full extent of The Shard's might. They either don't want us to know that they haven't fully mastered the storm's power, or... they're waiting for a better opportunity.

Duke of Wellington : This storm should've belonged to Victoria alone, but now, we will be first to face it.

Eblana : I hear the officers murmuring amongst themselves nervously, Your Grace, but you don't seem flustered.
If anything... you seem to be rather excited?

Duke of Wellington : Indeed, milady. I won't deny it.
This battlefield commands fear and respect.
When is the last time I've faced an enemy like this since Gaul's Vieux Vanguard?
We've long been ready for this. Regardless of whose hands it is in, the storm will only serve to wash away hesitation and weakness from the Tarans, and it shall temper our young troops.
I can see him... The Nachzehrer King.
Let us drop all pretense and face each other in battle.
The Tarans will not be stopped here. Our rage is no less than yours.
Your Royal Highness Eblana, I shall secure a future for you and the Taran people.

Eblana : My faithful Duke...
Very soon, the final chapter will be written.

<Background 2>

Theresa : Welcome, Lady Ermengarde. With your arrival comes the goodwill of the Liches.
We will never forget. At the moment the Sarkaz needed unity the most, the Liches chose to leave their library and stand at our side.

Ermengarde : Hehe. No need to be so formal, Your Highness. I am simply an observer.

Theresa : But, you still brought us a gift, and the soldiers on the front lines will put it to good use.

Ermengarde : It is but a trifling trick to play with the fissures.

Theresa : The liches' mastery over dimensional space transcends most people's cognition.

Ermengarde : Naturally, unlike your people who've always been in Kazdel, we liches are keen on self-preservation, always looking for a place to hide our phylactery.

Theresa : But, the Lich's throne has never been removed from the Royal Court's chamber.

Ermengarde : We appreciate Your Highness's thoughtfulness.
I assume you know that Kal'tsit paid me a visit on my way here?
She tried hard to convince me... not to take your side.
The young master of the Elegiac Court is fighting alongside them. I've heard the teachers say before that the Banshees' strength is not to be overlooked.
Dame Kal'tsit claimed that the war you and the Regent started will only push these lands into irreversible disorder and strife.

Theresa : These things are only temporary. We... have no choice but to endure.
This is the only way the consensus needed for solidarity can be built.

Ermengarde : ...Hah.
Want to know what the funniest thing is, Your Highness?
Your words sound just like hers.
You both call for unity. You both tell me that this is the only way to avert the impending calamity.

Theresa : Kal'tsit...

Ermengarde : Then, why do the two of you stand in opposition?

Theresa : Perhaps because... we're both in a hurry.

Ermengarde : Rest assured, as a Messenger of the Lich King's Court, I didn't make any promises to Dame Kal'tsit.
Just like how I haven't made any promises with you.
We Liches are never in a hurry to pick a side for ourselves.

Theresa : Of course.
These languishing pains and broken hearts... At long last, they will eventually have a home to return to.
Not much longer now.
Amiya, will you be able to find that path?

<Background 3>

Infected Citizen : Damn those officers! They'd rather bring along a tuskbeast than us!
Who the hell does he think he is? Back in the days, before I got sick, he didn't even dare look me in the eyes!
Damn it, damn it all! This bloody Oripathy!
I'd rather go without those Rhodes Island peoples' inhibitors, and blow up in a cloud of Originium Dust over in Norport!
At least, I'd be able to give those freeloading bastards a faceful! They'd get a good taste of what I'm going through too!
Hah! That Cautus gave me an inhibitor too...
These bloody pills aren't gonna save shit!
...I'm done for.
I can't leave this place.
My life... isn't worth a damn thing.
What was the point o' crawling outta Norport? These damn crystals... These damn Originium crystals in my body!
Run me through, dammit! Run me through already!

「The Infected citizen angrily scratches at the Originium crystals on his arm, as if crushing them would make everything go back to normal.
Severe pain rips through him, and the newly-infected person gasps for breath. He is overwhelmed by the pain that had just become familiar to him, and a mixture of tears and sweat rolls down his cheeks.
He lies on his back in a patch of mud. Before his eyes, the sun has risen to its zenith.
Before he closes his eyes, a strand of pink hair suddenly breaks into his vision. 」

Percival : This is no place to be sunbathing, sir. The mud's going to get in your clothes.

Infected Citizen : Get away from me. I'm an Infected, and might explode any minute now.

Percival : Hah, if I had to guess, I don't think you've had Oripathy for more than a week. Everyone looks just like you the first few days.
Shock and denial, pain and guilt, anger and depression...
In the end, they have no choice but to accept that they're a miserable, hapless lot.

Infected Citizen : The hell do you know? You're–

Percival : Also an Infected. What's so strange about that?

Infected Citizen : You're also an Infected? But, you look so...
Wait, I've seen you before...

Percival : Hello, sir. My name is Percival, and I'm the doorman at the Sunset Street Hotel.
It's a shame, but it seems you don't have much luggage for me to carry.

Infected Citizen : No, I meant... in Norport...

Percival : Hmm? Now that is awfully quaint.

Infected Citizen : I was with the Mounted Police for quite a few years, Miss Percival. I've been involved in a number of cases, some of which involved the Infected as well.
Hah, I should've thought twice about how I treated 'em back then. Now, I'm one of them.
I've heard of an organization whose activities have reached even the doors of Londinium.
If I remember properly, they were called...

[Red joins in. ]

Red : Percival? What are you doing here?

Percival : Oh, Red.
I found an Infected on the side of the road. Must've been one of those people thrown here by the Duke of Windermere.

Red : Another one?
Truth be told though, Percival, had you not sent out the news that the separation sequence between Norport and Londinium was underway, the fate of these Infected people might've been even more miserable.

Percival : Heh heh, I've always been a sharp one, and quite proud of it!

Red : Thanks to you figuring it out, you even managed to hide our comms as a Londinium public broadcast. You should be glad I have the good habit of tuning into the radio.

Percival : It's not as easy as you make it sound. I had to dismantle the communication station in the hotel before I could finally find a place to pass on the news.
But, Rhodes Island and that Delphine lady did get the short end of the stick as a result...

Infected Citizen : Who exactly are you people...?

Percival : Have you ever heard of "Reunion?"

Infected Citizen : Reunion?! Did you just say–

[More Reunion fighters including Nine show up. ]

Percival : Woah, the whole gang's here.

Nine : Well done, Percival. We've taken in a number of Infected persons along the way, and they're doing much better than we initially expected.

Percival : Red was doing most of the hard work. I've pretty much just been slacking off.
And though I don't want to admit it, Rhodes Island also played a big part.

Nine : Rhodes Island... So, they're here too.

Infected Citizen : Reunion... I know what you people have done.
What kind of disaster are you trying to invite upon Victoria this time?

Nine : You have the wrong idea, sir.
We are the ones who gathered the debris from the ashes of the previous Reunion.
But, we are no longer what we used to be.
We will not abandon the name, nor the sins it carries. We must remember our past mistakes, but must also set out once more to prove ourselves to the Infected.
The new Reunion no longer needs a leader. We've traveled across several countries, fighting side-by-side with the Infected peoples who see themselves as our comrades.

Infected Citizen : What exactly are you trying to do?

Nine : Medicine and compassion cannot help the Infected in a way that matters, but solidary and strength can.
Sir, the Infected have no country of their own, so the new Reunion shall be where they belong.
Interested in joining us?

<Background fades out and in>

Percival : Talulah? What are you looking at?

Talulah : The lingering Catastrophe cloud. The Shard has been activated.

Percival : Ugh, there's gonna be a lot more Infected soon.
I also have a message for you, Talulah.
I saw... a Draco who wielded purple flames.

Talulah : Did you now...?
Percival, I often find myself thinking these days–
Indeed, there's a certain kind of person that seems naturally born to make waves. They will claim to be their catalysts, leaders, and creators.
In a sense, they tend to find success... but I would never call them winners.
I refuse to accept... that everything they've made deserves to enter the annals of "history."
I refuse to accept it.

13-1: Across the Battlefield's Line

Summary

The Military Commission formally seizes Londinium, stirring the nations of Terra awake. The Ursus Royal Guard makes its own presence known in Victoria. Driven away by Sarkaz mercenaries, Hoederer and companions resolve to locate the Lich's Messenger, and get some information.

<Background black>

「The Senior Professor of Classics to the Victorian National University, Samuel Seuss, once likened the ample library of Sir Cassegrain to the holly trees upon Londinium's fringes.
In these essences of knowledge, these long shadows of history, we never fail to find parallels to how we ourselves have gone, and to how we will go.
Recorded are the epics and philosophies, one by one filed away are mythologies and theories. Humble scholars fill page to page with their wisdom and diligence, each laureate poet a bookshelf to themselves.
"Someday the storm will pass, for hope can never truly die. What is formed of these accounts in ink; that is our civilization in all its pride."
Sir Cassegrain was a decent gaolmate; we debated over many a question through our wall. The wall that was, perhaps, the sole reason our time came to an end without his realizing I was a Sarkaz; he simply took me as Victorian, one too mired in introspection at that.
I still remember his last words to me, before being dragged from that neighboring cell.
"In any time of trouble, a proud Victorian need only return there, and the winter of our discontent will once again feel not so endless after all, and the coming of spring the closest thing."
"...Friend, you need only return there." 」

<Background 1>

[Two Sarkaz mercenaries are burning down books in the hall. ]

Beleaguered Mercenary : You're SOL.
I tried those already. Even the paper's the good calfskin stuff—those books ain't burning.

Starving Mercenary : Why call it paper if it's calfskin, anyway? Why don't we say "writing skin" or something?

Beleaguered Mercenary : I dunno.
Screw us, this fire just ain't happening. We've got all smoke and no warm soup pot.

[The starving merc grabs a pot filled with... ]

Starving Mercenary : "Soup"... This stuff's just water with a couple stems and scraps we tossed in.

Beleaguered Mercenary : You know what, this is all their fault!
Those sneering Royal Court shitheads have us out here doing all the hard and dirty work, snatching Londiniers across to work their factories across the ENTIRE city, and they won't even give us a hot bowl of something for the trouble.

Starving Mercenary : Captain said we've officially seized Londinium now.
Defense Forces got disbanded. That Lettou guy's out, the Liberi.

Beleaguered Mercenary : Well, I'm starting to regret not going with W. Goddamn loony woman.
Whatever... probably wouldn't turn out any better if I did.

[The mercs continue burning the books. ]

Starving Mercenary : What... are all these books, anyway?

Beleaguered Mercenary : Could be discount catalogs for all I care.

Starving Mercenary : Why would some old Feline collect this many discount catalogs?

Beleaguered Mercenary : What is it with you and questions. Who gives a shit what goes on in a Victorian's head.
Still, never seen an old man cry his eyes out like that. Were you watching? Got his embroidered lapel all gunked up with his own snot.

Starving Mercenary : ......

Beleaguered Mercenary : Hey, snap out of it! Get me some more books, the fire's about to go out.
What are you doing?

Starving Mercenary : Uh... reading them.

Beleaguered Mercenary : What "reading"? You ain't literate! And all this shit's in Victorian anyway!

Starving Mercenary : Well, there's pictures in here too! Look at these drawings, there's a Feline girl here giving this boy a real slap. What do you think's the deal with these two?

Beleaguered Mercenary : Cheating, I'd figure. Anything more interesting?

Starving Mercenary : No, all the other pictures are dull... Just one of these things is a couple hundred pages. How many books do we have here?
And the thinner ones over there. They only put a few words on each line, so you have to keep looking down for the next one... What IS it Victorians are writing in these?
Do the lands really have that much worth writing books about?
This one, this one, and that one... all kept in these beautiful glass cases, and they're all different kinds?

Beleaguered Mercenary : Here's another possibility: Victorians are so stinking rich, they'll pay to bind their own toilet paper.

Starving Mercenary : Hah. Maybe.
Why don't we have books of our own? They flip through these things so much the edges are curled...

Beleaguered Mercenary : Maybe we do. Y'know you hear how the Liches are a bunch of nutjobs who hole themselves up in libraries. No one sees 'em for years and years, that's how long.
Not that my ass cares. Hot soup to drink means more than any of that.

Starving Mercenary : Yeah. The days just blend together. These books just blend together.
Even if I can't read, I know it. There's never one new thing under the sun.
A thousand years ago, we macheted people to death. Now, we've got more efficient weapons.
A thousand years in the future, we'll be flying through the sky, and using... I dunno, clouds and stars? To keep on killing and killing.

Beleaguered Mercenary : Y'know, if we put houses on the moons, plant our own food, maybe we won't have to keep fighting like this in the future? Maybe something even bigger'll happen, and everyone'll stop wanting to be up in arms?

Starving Mercenary : Haha.

Beleaguered Mercenary : ...*sigh*.
*yawn* Never mind, let's get that next book burning.

<Background black>

「Sometimes I wonder if the work I'm doing is just me satisfying myself, just trying to prove to myself I'm still one of the "awake"
What Ines said, really. It keeps me up at night and nothing else.
After all, Kazdel's not going to be overflowing with people who can use a printing press. 」

<Background 2>

[A Red Wine editor is overseeing an intern journalist who is writing a news. ]

Red Wine Senior Editor : You need to get up to speed ASAP, boy. This isn't the classroom. I'm not obligated to teach you the ropes.
You could just run your butt back to the countryside. How many more months is your internship?

Red Wine Intern Journalist : I—I'm very sorry, sir, I just... wanted to be scrupulous about my writing.

Red Wine Senior Editor : "Scrupulous"? I don't want a goddamn Catastrophology thesis, I want OUR circulation beating our union friends at Kawalerielki Sports, and I want them beaten hard, 24/7!
If you're the office workers passing by the newsstand, or the intercity net news subscribers, is an essay titled "Victoria Makes Massive Strides in Catastrophology" going to pry your cash loose?

Red Wine Intern Journalist : But—don't you think "Sarkaz Destroy Victoria!" is a little... you know, for a headline...

Red Wine Senior Editor : You think our readers want the truth? Even the Central Journal's top-tier subscribers aren't asking for the "truth".
You need to spoonfeed them worry, fear, feelings of superiority, sliiiightly leading emotional appeals followed by hard verdicts, and THEN they'll want more.
THEN they'll pluck cash out of their pockets. THEN you'll guarantee your goddamn job.

[The editor's terminal rings. He picks up a call. ]

Red Wine Senior Editor : Who is it? You know what time it is right n—
What?!
...How long ago did that—new courier truck leave with our plates?

Red Wine Intern Journalist : Half an hour ago—is—is there some kind of breaking news from Victoria?

Red Wine Senior Editor : No, you idiot! Move, we're going to the printers now! They should still be on shift! We can still make it!
I'll give the chief editor a call! You write me a new lead article ASAP! Front page material!

Red Wine Intern Journalist : On what?

Red Wine Senior Editor : My informant says Viviana—The Candle Knight, Nova Knightclub, long AWOL—she's formally announcing retirement TOMORROW!
Quick, we need to be the FIRST body in ALL OF KAZIMIERZ to report on this!
Oughta prove to the GCC just which Rose Paper editorial really matters most.

Red Wine Intern Journalist : Then what about Victoria and The Shard...

Red Wine Senior Editor : Who cares, boy! A million things a day happen on Terra—
And we only need the most meaningful scoops out of them all, remember that.
Call a cab already!

Red Wine Intern Journalist : O—Okay!
Come to mention, sir, there'd always been unlicensed devils around here running their own taxis...
Have you noticed them kind of vanish lately?

<Background black>

「The history of Sarkaz is the history of war itself. It is a lamentable fact, one I am loyal to.
Yet still I attempt to prove to them that slaughter aside, there are events about us worth being remembered, reflected on.
Upon this land, those events that had the luck to be written of assiduously—those can be counted on one's fingers.
And yet, even if I record these past affairs... 」

<Background 3>

Caravan Head : This isn't what we agreed on!

Black Market Merchant : No stock means no stock, Tona. What you see is what you get. All Originium explosives are sold out.

Caravan Head : And the weapons I ordered? Are you expecting us to walk into that cave teeming with Originium slugs and giant gloompincers and Heaven knows what other monsters, and just—tackle them with our bare hands?

Black Market Merchant : That's your problem to deal with, not mine. Listen here, you've been cruising the entire black market for the last three weeks and managed to get, what? Half a dozen weapons? Less.

Caravan Head : What mercenary squad could possibly snatch everything up? Are they insane? Even Solar Valley Industries couldn't possibly buy this much—
...Was it a lord ameer?
So which sadsack lord ameer got ripped off this time? I want a hint. We'll divert around.

Black Market Merchant : N—No, no lord ameer. They were such a mystery, I couldn't say...
(Whisper) It was probably... the pasha. And—not just one.
It might even be—

Caravan Head : What the hell are you feeding me? Pashas on a shopping spree at the black market? And more than one?
That's impossible. They have their own channels, and... multiple, buying weapons in huge bulk? Do you know what that even entails?

Black Market Merchant : All I've got is a blind guess.
They went through several layers of middlemen, and used some foreign firms to keep their hands extra clean. Every purchase happened to be some quantity that wouldn't raise suspicion, so if someone called coincidence, it might just pass.
But who, in Sargon, could ever monopolize all this so perfectly?

Caravan Head : ......

??? : Hey, buddy.

[A Sarkaz mercenary walks toward the merchant. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Got my rides and supplies sorted?

Black Market Merchant : Ayup. Four cars, rations, water, tents, all good to go.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Good. Here's the cash.

[The merc hands over the money and leaves. ]

Caravan Head : When the hell did "Spacer" get that wealthy?

Black Market Merchant : No, I hear he and his band of mercs are planning to ditch Sargon. They rustled up all the money they have to head someplace else.
Columbia, probably, or Victoria? Lot more devil mercs career changing than usual, I feel like.

Caravan Head : What for? Don't all of "Spacer's" relatives live in Sargon? Does he not care about his old baba with the broken leg?

Black Market Merchant : Who knows. I've never been able to make heads or tails of how these devils think. Maybe they're just sick enough of desert and rainforest, they want to switch up their surroundings now.

Caravan Head : ...That'd be best-case.
It's been like this recently... things just getting weird levels of complicated, left and right. Makes no sense to me at all.
—Dammit, the only thing my grandpa ever had to figure out was which leporibeast shorthorn ran the slowest and made the best dinner for us. They didn't hit this many setbacks in their time, did they?

Black Market Merchant : Could be us rural Sargon people just feel "it" coming.

Caravan Head : "It"?

Black Market Merchant : Just like a shorthorn, once it gets intense, it'll knock you flat.

<Background black>

「Even if I write of these, write of our dialects, and our recipes...
Of peasant wives' songs, of a chief courier's great drunken boasts; of romance in the trenches, of graffiti in the ruins...
These things, in the face of our suffering, pale beyond mention.
They are reduced even to an irony of sorts, seeming to inform my readers (if I even have any) that we'd be best served using violence to wrest them back.
That was never my intent. Even so, I... have no right to be serving you my verdict. 」

<Background 4>

Anxious Villager : That Messenger should be here by now. Did some fanciful girl steal his heart on the way again?
I've had enough of his tardy excuses by now. Isn't there anyone who can drill into his head how much his job matters?

[A familiar behatted person walks toward the villager. ]

Behatted Person : He won't be coming. Postal Messenger Arthur Morrison is dead.

Anxious Villager : Dead?!

Behatted Person : Executed on grounds of treason.

Anxious Villager : T—Treason? Wh... Who in the land are you?

Behatted Person : I'm doing my job—cooperate, and you'll make both our lives a lot easier. Tell me what you know about Arthur Morrison, please.

Anxious Villager : I—I hardly knew him, really, just that he was the only postal Messenger around who'd make the run to Londinium—my own daughter goes to university there—so him and I only exchanged the odd word.
He was a treasonist...? Was he taking Sarkaz help? My girl wrote to me how Londinium's been littered with them lately.
That wretch! I knew he was a scoundrel at the first moment! Trust him to gang up with the devils—he got what he deserved!

Behatted Person : No.
Our comprehension is that Arthur Morrison served Ursus.

Anxious Villager : Ursus? B-But...

Behatted Person : And you... were his coworker, Mr. Wesley Roett.

Anxious Villager : Wha—
Hah, hahah—sir, surely you must be joking! I'm a Feline born and bred—I've been planting potatoes here all my life—I couldn't speak you a word of Ursine!
There must be some misunderstanding here!

Behatted Person : I know potatoes couldn't afford your daughter's tuition at the Victorian National University.

Anxious Villager : —

[The villager tries to attack the behatted person, but he swiftly slashes one of the villager's arms, causing him to lose balance and falls. ]

Anxious Villager : Eaaagh!

[The behatted person walks toward the villager on the ground. ]

Behatted Person : If you insist on being stubborn, I can free you of your other arm too.
Don't waste my time. No resistance of yours is meaningful.

Anxious Villager : ...So, the rumors were true.
That Ursus was right! Londinium's been occupied! For the past month, I haven't gotten a single word from the place, not even the tiniest hearsay.
Those goddamned Sarkaz. They disgrace us, they murder us, they enslave us! And you, you self-professed protectors of Victoria, what have you done?
Don't you have anyone in Londinium? A dear friend, a father, a mother, a child?
Of course, of course, you're bigger than that! You get to pull them out safe, yes you do.
But us peasant class, no, we thought we could sent our children to great old Londinium, to the heart of Victoria, where surely they'd grow beyond our wildest expectations.
And now? Haha, hahah! They're laborers to the Sarkaz, slaves to them, in our own country's capital!
Those devils are turning Victoria's tempest on Victoria itself, and you people are just letting it happen!

Behatted Person : You could never hope to grasp Victoria's motives with your shallow insight.
All you need to do is take me to your intel exchange.

Anxious Villager : As if I woul—!

[Suddenly the villager felt something painful inside him. ]

Behatted Person : Excuse me?

Anxious Villager : Ghk—rgggh—
Eugh...

「An ashen lance bursts forth from his body.
The man facing him thrusts his hands out, an attempt to allay the fear of his chest being run through.
His hands, the instant they touch that deep impurity, are warped and withered. 」

*hiss*...

「From afar comes a wracked breath, spine-chilling. 」

Behatted Person : ......

[The behatted person contacts someone. ]

Behatted Person : It's me. "Castshire's flowers bloom for spring."
Close all comms. If I haven't initiated contact again in fifteen minutes, abandon this town immediately
...May I have the strength not to drown in the flowers' scent.

「In the height of midsummer, he exhales frigid mist.
He cannot cower. He cannot shrink. He must establish communications with the opposite side, in Victoria's name.
Where is it? 」

*hiss*... *huff*...
11, 29, 1. (Code word).

「He must not look back. They must not catch sight of each other. He only hopes his adversary is fully aware to abide by the rules of this little game.
He can tether a beast, but not a Poltergeist.
Snowflakes whirls about, jet black sinking into the soil of Victoria.
A long, slender shadow stretches out from underfoot. He knows. It's right behind him.
How close? His heart pounds like thunder. Black breaths clamor at his back. All around him, dead silence. 」

*hiss*...

Behatted Person : (Gaulish) I need an explanation.

[A dreaded Emperor's Blade of Ursus reveals himself before the behatted person. ]

??? : 93. (Code word).
(Gaulish) This operation has not received Royal assent. We will not pardon any breach of authority.
(Gaulish) The treasonists have all been executed. Over.

Behatted Person : (Gaulish) Understood. We've never met before.

??? : *huff*...

[The Emperor's Blade leaves. ]

Behatted Person : ...He's gone.

[The behatted person contacts someone. ]

Undercover Secret Agent : Sir Trilby Asher, our surveillance picked up—

Behatted Person : Your surveillance picked up nothing.
The fact he could enter and leave us alive, that declares where Victoria and Ursus stand. All this needs to be reported directly to the Duke.
Wesley Roett was cornered and took his own life. The mission is over.

Undercover Secret Agent : Seems to me like the Armies and the Emperor aren't on the same page.

Behatted Person : But any action we take could succeed in bringing about their conciliation.
They haven't settled on their plans yet, but their Empire... their fear, that will make their decision for them.

<Background black>

「Tell me—has my work fallen among the firewood too? Are all Sarkaz's lives, save for being lit aflame, devoid of any meaning?
Then why do I still insist on recording? Why do I still insist on writing?
Because while my history of war recounts our destruction time and time again...
It is my wish to leave the song of every soldier, after the fighting is over, as they turn their gazes to yonder Kazdel. 」

<Background 5>

[Hoederer, Ines, and W are in a car, escaping from enemies pursuing them. ]

Hoederer : To our seven. Three cars, fifteen-plus riders. They've been following us forever, but... they're staying wary.
Following, this entire time. Just following.

Ines : Why not tell W to hang a U-turn? Maybe they'll be happy to say hi. You could get some free Londinium souvenirs.

Hoederer : Souvenirs? Inside that giant ball of Arts they're hand-shaping?
I'm treasuring the last few close shaves just fine, thanks.
The way these mercs are working doesn't add up. Especially the way they're hunting us. No, not hunting... they're driving us off.
They want us away from Londinium.

W : Aww, our high-'n'-mighty General Manfred's sparing your life, isn't that sweet of him. You sure you two didn't swear a blood oath?
Wanna take his kind advice, scoot back to Kazdel and teach some slum kiddos how to read?

Hoederer : ......

W : My point is, who let you out of the Military Commission's dungeon? You were going walkies outside of Londinium's walls by the time I picked you up.

Hoederer : My cell was left unguarded for a while. I thought it was a trap at first, but now I think I'm in something worse.
Sure, he can be roundabout with me, hinting for me to go resolve some pain in the ass affair... but I think I'd prefer him just killing me, then. That would've been easier.
Not to mention, we still aren't sure what "pain in the ass" we're even solving.

Ines : Then don't bother with it.
W, can you speed up a little? It's time we said goodbye to this clingy convoy of send-offs.

W : Yeah, my second-hander here's not gonna stand up to much abuse. Good news, though—

[An explosion occurs close to the trio's car. ]

W : We just hit a minefield.
Laid half an hour earlier by yours personally.
Now, butts in seats.

[W maneuvers the car through the minefield as their pursuers got blown up by the mines. ]

Hoederer : This looks to me like you're just fording Bomb River.

W : Haha! I left them the bigger share, I promise.

Ines : Stop the car once we circle that forest ahead. From there, we'll get off and proceed on foot. A vehicle's too large of a target, and they'd catch up sooner or later anyway.
Here's hoping you DO remember where you buried every mine, W.

[W stops the car. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Ines : ......
Well, hooray for us. We're all in one piece.

W : How's that? I did remember.
Well, a couple went off, but... uhh, you know, what was the term? "Tectonic movement" did it.

Ines : They haven't caught up. I think we've successfully thrown them off.
We need more information. Ideally, we rendezvous with Rhodes Island ASAP. Ascalon and the Doctor are on Windermere's warship right now.
There's a few things I'm... very uneasy about.

Hoederer : What did you see?

Ines : It's just intuition. The less I see any problem, the more uneasy I am.

Hoederer : You guys met this "Doctor". And now they're Rhodes Island's Doctor.

Ines : ...I can't give you the full verdict yet, but there's no doubt that in a sense, the Doctor has "weakened".
And I don't mean that in any negative way. But maybe it's not a "weak Doctor" we need so much right now.

W : Hmph. You sure? Who knows if some Rhodes op will remember some random thing that happened in Chernobog, and just like that, I get a knife planted in my back?

Ines : Are you really as skeptical as you'd like to tell us, W?

W : Hard to say. There's an old hag kind of keeping me at arm's length from their beloved "Doctor".

Hoederer : W.
You've spent plenty of time walking this battlefield. Any ideas?

W : Haha... I've just been prodded this way and that like some bug. Can't even organize a sensible military op, so all I do is sit in my front row seat and spectate the most magical city siege modern society has to offer...
...Ha. Hmph.
Chaos.
Sometimes I even have to wonder, at this point, is anyone actually conducting this battle?
The Royal Court's legions couldn't work together to save their lives. And who gives a shit about all the smallfry corps scuttling in from the four corners to try and live their dreams of Victorian vengeance?
But the ultimate mastermind here is Theresis. So this chaos has to have been planned down to the last detail.
He wasn't juggling some strategic lollapalooza. He just... set the stage.

Hoederer : —And now he's waiting.
As for what he's waiting for... I don't want to guess.
We can't just go braindumb and reach out to the Doctor or Dr. Kal'tsit, hoping they'll give us the orders. We suffered enough with Babel.
We need to seize the initiative. There's a... source of info that might be more open to us than ever, in our current position.

W : What position? The pathetic little creepy-crawlies?

Hoederer : Essentially. Sarkaz.
Right, and just on the off-chance—
Have either of you heard of... any method to kill a Lich?

Operation story: 13-2

Before operation

Summary

A Reunion camp is attacked by Victorian soldiers while Reunion gathers the Infected near Londinium. Guard recognizes that the soldiers are already infected.

「It's hot.
The sun is burning. I'm burning. 」

[Footsteps across surfaces of water are heard. ]

「Is that the exit?
A few steps further.
Just put one foot in front of the other. Maybe the fire, the anger, the pain, and the regret are all just figments of my imagination.
......
Or maybe the exit is. I don't know.
But they're watching behind me. Those eyes... are they judging me? Or just waiting to see how I'll carry the burden of their deaths?
They were great men, with tremendous accomplishments.
My commander, and the legendary Sarkaz scout... and the Captain, the last pure-blood Wendigo.
They're all dead, before me, behind me.
All that's left is sad little me, worthless me. They died so I could live.
What did they expect of me?
I can't think about it... I can't.
I can't let their deaths be meaningless.
I have to face the sun, even if it burns me.
Burn me to cinders, so that in their mighty company, I shall not be ashamed. 」

<Background 1>

??? : Ugh...

Percival : You really do have a knack for waking up right at shift change, don't you?
Is this the result of all that hard training, Guard?

[The ex-Rhodes Island Guard, now revealed to be a a Perro man, wakes up after Percival calls him out. ]

Guard : ...Percival.

「I stretch, as much as I'm allowed to. I did not sleep particularly well. On top of that series of nightmares, the old wound in my leg aches.
We almost ran straight into the Victorian battle lines in order to catch up with Nine.
The Infected I'm in charge of are used to being spat on, used to not having hope, but they've never been on a real battlefield.
They were scared headless. I was one of the better ones... and I hate that I'm used to it.
It took a lifetime's worth of good luck for us to make it to the camp in one piece. 」

Guard : Just too hot, even at night.
How long until the shift change?

Percival : Fifteen minutes. You can sit a while longer.

Guard : I'll go wash my face.

[Guard walks limping. ]

Percival : What's with your leg? You're limping.
...Have the crystals spread?

Guard : No. Not yet.
Give me my towel, Percival. It's to your left.

Percival : The floral pattern?

Guard : ...Yeah.

「Percival raises an eyebrow. I want to say it was a gift from the owner of that County Peninsula textile factory. Red has one just like it.
The old man had creases all over his face. He was lucky that his crystals grew on his belly, so all he needs to do is wear a shirt. Hopefully, he's still hiding them. 」

Percival : Never mind.
You brought back more hands than expected. Looks like the situation in the provinces is deteriorating, even before they turn into war zones.

Guard : The impact is bigger than I thought, the nobles are turning a blind eye. Pretty much as expected.
Those towns made a living trading with the caravans. They're left hanging with the convoys to Londinium stopped on account of the war.
The Infected are always the first to get hit when things go south. They used to be able to plant a few crops on the edge of town, and villagers were willing to trade with them here and there. Money is money, after all, whoever it's from.
It's easy to do the respectable thing when life is decent.

Percival : Things are different now.

Guard : It's almost time for the bean harvest. These Infected spent the last season watering the fields, caring for their crops.
But they've chosen to run off and join us now, abandoning the harvest that would have been waiting for them in a few months, and those to come in the future. They would rather leave.
They must be desperate.
We Infected may be used to this kind of "deprivation".
But we can't come to the same conclusion every time.

??? : Are you still resting, sir?

Sarkaz Drifter : I hear voices. You're awake.

Guard : You again. I said—

Sarkaz Drifter : Are you taking the night shift now?
Supper? I have canned food from Victoria. Not the best in terms of taste, but convenient.
Cigarettes, wine, a bit of a pick-me-up in the middle of the night? Pretty clean, all things considered. Razors, Arts Units, you name it.
What about you, Percival? Would you like some hair cream? Not easy to find this stuff these days. It's usually only the officers who carry it, after all.

Percival : Officers don't die so often?

Sarkaz Drifter : No, just harder to dig them out from the heap. They're usually at the bottom, you know.

Guard : You need medicine again?

Sarkaz Drifter : Well, I haven't been feeling my best... a lot of pain, the occasional hallucination... I'm scared that the rocks could start growing into my brain.

Percival : It's not going to get any better if you keep digging in those dusty craters.
The best we can do is basic medicine that slows the progression of the condition. Don't expect it to save your life.

Sarkaz Drifter : I know, I know, I—

Guard : I know you're re-selling our medicine.
This bunch of Infected told me that they bought Oripathy meds from a Sarkaz on a motorbike, and that they "worked okay".

Sarkaz Drifter : Well, but—

Percival : Made some decent money, didn't you? How about we decide your punishment based on how many coins you have in your pocket?

Sarkaz Drifter : ......
I was just, er, making sure that stuff got where it's needed... there's a war going on, after all.

Guard : You won't get another warning.
But at least the meds made it to them, when we don't have enough Messengers to deliver to everyone.

Sarkaz Drifter : It won't happen again, I promise! Just a little bit... a few pills! I've been running a fever for days.

Percival : Guard?

Guard : ......
Put in a form for him. Make sure he's registered this time.

Sarkaz Drifter : Th-Thank you!

Guard : Don't thank us. Thank the doctors.
They went from elite to pariah when they contracted Oripathy in their labs and their companies didn't want to pay the insurance. It's not an easy change to accept.
Fortunately, they heard of the Reunion and came looking for us.

Percival : What about your old stomping grounds?

Guard : I'm more than just grateful to them, but they'll never forgive me... I chose this path on my own.

Percival : We just don't have the same grade of equipment that Rhodes Island does. Well, we're not really developing medicine either.

Guard : Right... we don't take medicine to get well, just to live a little longer.
There is no medicine that will cure Oripathy.

「I still remember the operators hurrying around Medical, and the sight of Dr. Kal'tsit in her lab when I was at Rhodes Island.
If there is hope for an Oripathy cure, then it's at Rhodes Island.
I still feel a sense of pride for having been part of it... even though I have no right to, because I chose betrayal.
But when will the day come when a cure for Oripathy is found?
Fifty years? A hundred years? A thousand years? And what do the Infected do before then?
Oripathy is no longer just a condition.
It is a symbol of hatred, victimization, blame, and alienation.
Everyone here has a story, and they are all alike.
What good is medicine in the face of all that?
It is like rowing against the tide. This land is not a glorious one of morality and kindness.
That's why we can't turn away from violence, shameful as it is, it's powerful.
But, maybe... no, that's something for the distant future. 」

Guard : What's your name?

Sarkaz Drifter : Me? Oh...
Erm... "Medicine Peddler"? "Man On Bike"? I'm not the kind of guy anyone needs to remember.

Guard : That's not a name.

Sarkaz Drifter : Ok, let me think of a cool one—

[An explosion is heard outside. ]

Sarkaz Drifter : Wh-What's going on?

「Shouting, and the sound of weapons clanging. 」

Guard : Go hide in the back, Sarkaz.
Percival, go and reassure the civilians that just joined us. They're scared enough as is.

「I put a hand on the sword on my belt. It is always at the ready. 」

[Guard runs outside. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Angry NCO : Hrrh— hrrh—

Red : You really want me to kill you? You men are in no shape to fight.

「Our warriors surround a group of bruised and dirty Victorian soldiers. Their sergeant is panting, with fresh wounds on his body.
Was this really an attack? 」

Guard : What's going on, Nine?

Nine : They sneaked into the village from the north. Romanich took a bolt. The doctor is taking care of him now.
They're out of their minds, trying to attack our camp with just twenty-one men, including a handful on stretchers.

Angry NCO : Ha! Look at what we have in the heartland of our country, a stone's throw from our great capital!
A swarm of damned Reunion Infected! Come! Kill me if you dare! Or I'll kill you all!
Conspirators, agitators, rioters, murderers... a blight! You're a blight!
No wonder the war is going badly! Those barbaric devils could never beat us! The real enemy is among us, behind our backs!
Wherever there's disorder, you Infected are never far away!

Nine : Looks like you just came back from the front lines.
Low morale, poor organization, hastily wrapped wounds, obsolete equipment... you don't look like professional soldiers. Conscripts?

Injured Soldier : We're from the Duke of Fife's Fourth Battalion... what's the name of the company again? Blackstream Squad and Eastham Squad. Do you have a doctor here?

Angry NCO : Shut up, soldier, and ready your weapon!

Injured Soldier : But Sergeant, Victor...

Angry NCO : This is an order! Ready your weapon!

Guard : Keep your voice down, Victorian. There are civilians sleeping in the camp.
Victorian civilians.

Angry NCO : Civilians? Victoria would have given them the life they deserve, if they didn't join you to become criminals and malcontents!
Why are all the scum in this land Infected?
Why is every gangster, bandit, devil, and Reunion traitor an Infected?
Why is the honorable Duke of Fife not Infected? Why was His Majesty Frederick III not Infected? Why are honest and upright folk not Infected?
Do people become despicable because they're Infected... or do they become Infected because they're despicable?

Guard : What about you?
Is despicability infectious too?

Angry NCO : How dare you—

Injured Soldier : Enough!

[The injured soldier tries to subdue their angry sergeant. ]

「The Victorian sergeant's eyes widen as he turns to one side, trying to hide his arm from my sight.
His lips tremble, but no words come out. 」

Injured Soldier : We're all despicable scum now!
...Aren't we, sir?

Angry NCO : I...
I'm different... this is an honorable...

Guard : Your arm.
I can see the crystals protruding from it. Your condition is progressing rapidly.

Angry NCO : I'm fighting and killing Sarkaz for my country! I just got a bit of dirt on it... maybe devil blood...

Guard : ......
What did you learn in boot camp? Didn't they teach you anything about Active Originium Zones?

Injured Soldier : The instructor just told us to aim and pull the trigger... that's what we spent our two weeks on.

Guard : I take it you weren't issued any inhibitors, either.

Injured Soldier : Er... inhibitors?

Guard : Nine, I think they're all Infected.

Injured Soldier : I-It can't be! I just got a physical one week ago, and I was in perfect health!

Nine : One week... could be a rapid onset. Or they lied to you to keep you on the front lines.

Angry NCO : Shut up!

Nine : How long have the ones on the stretchers been unconscious? They're in critical condition.

Injured Soldier : Wh-What?

Nine : Death and disintegration from acute condition is dangerous to both you and us.
You were right to have the unconscious lying face-up on the stretchers, to prevent suffocation.
But... did you check their backs?

Angry NCO : ......

「Suddenly silent, the sergeant walks towards the stretcher, as though trying to turn the man lying on it over, but withdraws his hand as soon as it touches the soldier.
The sergeant looks helpless, like he's facing a deadly tuskbeast that could spit lightning and poison, one that could leap at him at any moment.
But the man is his comrade. Before they were comrades, they might have been cousins, tilling the same piece of land together.
I sigh and sit the unconscious Victorian soldier up.
There is no need to remove his jacket. Originium crystals have pierced the clothing on his back. 」

Angry NCO : Heavens...

Injured Soldier : Victor! Damn it!
I shouldn't have taken him along... his dad would kill him, then kill me, if he learned that his son was Infected!

Angry NCO : Those Sarkaz used witchcraft to infect us! I knew it! It's the devil's curse!
It's not enough that they defiled our land, now they want to defile our souls too!

Guard : That's enough.
Sarkaz are naturally susceptible to Infection, and their soldiers are overwhelmingly Infected. When you kill them, or when you get Infected and they kill you...
If there's no one to clean up the bodies...

「I said no more. I heard a sound.
It's a familiar sound, whether in Rim Billiton, Rhodes Island, or here and now.
The sound that every Infected fears most.
The sound of us shattering. 」

Injured Soldier : I've heard... sounds... in the trenches...
You told me it was artillery, Sergeant!

Angry NCO : It was artillery!
Our enemy will use anything and everything to destroy us and our country, including their own deaths!
Devils, bandits, Tarans... there was none of this crap during His Majesty Frederick III's reign!
We... we must expel this scum from Victoria... we...
We...
What can we do? Can we save Victor? We... we dwell in the blessing of glorious Victoria...

Guard : ......
What an idiot.
I'll say this again. You're an Infected. Very Infected.
In case this isn't clear to you, like us, like everyone else here...
You're going to die.

After operation

Summary

The Infected Victorian soldiers do not join the Reunion. Before setting out to look for an abandoned medicine factory, Reunion finds the Infected sergeant's shattered body.

<Background black>

「The first time I saw an Infected shatter was in the middle of a lake.
I was seven, young and innocent. It was my dream to become captain of the Miner's Patrol.
I'd get to stay up late at night, wear a cool uniform, and walk around with a bright torch.
Most families in Rim Billiton made their living in mining, digging, and processing ore. We did everything to prevent Infection.
But accidents happen. 」

<Flashback starts here>

「One day, the adults came home early.
Mother and the other women of the house whispered in a corner. The men smoked in silence, until the entire room was filled with that acrid scent.
In between coughs, I ran around the living room, pretending to be a surveyor looking for new veins in a fog-filled valley.
Dad grabbed me by the collar and put me to bed.
I woke up earlier than usual the next day. I think I was trying to grab a can of soda while nobody was watching.
Grandma was sitting in the living room next to her luggage, She said she was going on a journey.
I pestered her to let me go with her. She could never say no to me. She said I could come a short way with her, then I had to go back home. 」

「We saw a salt lake in the distance. It was a shallow one that only appeared in the rainy season, but it rained a lot that year. We couldn't see the other side of the lake.
Grandma told me that was as far as I could go. I said alright. She made me promise, like when she made me promise I would be a good boy when I first went to school.
But I wasn't a good boy anymore. I quietly followed her, hiding behind a bush when she got to the lakeside.
Grandma got onto a boat with a few people on it. They all had strange stones growing out of their bodies, and one of them was wrapped up in a blanket. The boatman turned on the engine.
I watched from the shore as the boat disappeared into the fog.
I was confused. Grandma didn't say anything to me on our way; it was like an ordinary picnic trip.
I was about to turn around, thinking about where I would have breakfast before going home, then I heard a sound like crystal shattering.
I turned around and saw Originium dust sprayed into the air, mixing with the fog, reflecting an eerie glow in the sun.
It was like a dream. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Red : Was that how you got infected?

Guard : No, I was lucky. That time.
Maybe it really was a dream, brought about by a summer morning.
But I never saw Grandma again, and my family never talked about her anymore.

Red : She...

Guard : She was always thoughtful and cautious. It wasn't like her to let a child follow her, putting him in danger.
For once, though, she made a selfish choice on her journey.
She wanted to spend just a little more time with her grandson. Maybe she even wanted to give me a hug.
Now I remember. I didn't even get to show her my report card that semester.

「It was the best I ever did in school.
The sounds of the forest stopped. The flickering light shining through the shadows of the trees no longer moved.
Then, came the sound of lament and painful moaning. 」

Guard : On your guard, Red. The Victorians have stopped.
Looks like they're planning to make camp.

Red : Here? It's only a few hundred meters from our camp.
They no longer have the strength to cover their tracks. Who knows if there's a scouting party shadowing them somewhere.

「Red's hands never stop, even as he complains, cutting away the bothersome vines.
We approach their position and see their flickering shadows through the sparse bushes.
Soldiers lie on the ground in exhaustion, hopelessly burying their heads amongst the falling leaves. The sergeant sits down on a rock, silently polishing his sword, the only weapon he has left. 」

Guard : I guess they just didn't have the strength to go any further.

Red : These people don't have the luxury to think. They're still living in a dream.

Guard : "It'll all pass."

Red : Were they really just "separated" from the rest of the army?
These Victorians are lucky. They faced a gentle exile, not the swords of their comrades.

Guard : It's not easy to accept that you're Infected.
We should wait for them to understand who they are, and for them to make a choice.

Red : Do you really mean to take them in? These... "soldiers"?

Guard : We're weak. So are they.

Red : What's the plan, then?

Guard : Finish the shift, and notify the sentries. Expand the patrols to include this camp.
The Infected stand together.

「"Stand Together." Pretty words.
Of course we had to stand together. What other choice did we have?
But are the words "stand together" so simple that we fail to appreciate their true meaning?
Oripathy changed all our lives equally, robbed us of our futures equally.
But is what is taken from a farmer who has to pay his taxes out of seeds stored for next year's planting equal to what is taken from a wealthy merchant with a safe full of pure gold?
When what we had to begin with was not equal, neither are the choices that survive deprivation.
Who are we really standing together with, then? 」

<Background 3>

Excited Infected : You're Talulah, right?

Nervous Infected : Founder of the Reunion, leader of the Infected! They say you did great things in Ursus!

Excited Infected : All the Infected of Victoria are talking about you. Is it true that you captured a city?

Nervous Infected : A city for the Infected? Is it still there?

[Talulah solemnly answers, ]

Talulah : I'm no leader. I'm just a member of the Reunion Movement.
Have some porridge. We're setting out soon.

Excited Infected : Tell us more about your city, Talulah!

Talulah : ......
It's...

Excited Infected : Oh, no need to hang your head! I suppose things didn't go so smoothly, if you're in Victoria now.

Nervous Infected : Of course the uninfected wouldn't let us win that easily, after trampling on us for so long.

Excited Infected : What does it matter if those scum tripped you up once? You're Reunion!
We all believe in you!

「Talulah looks down at the pot she is stirring, serving bowl after bowl of hot porridge.
The steam from the pot obscures her vision. 」

Talulah : Careful, it's hot.

Reunion Soldier : They all believe in you.
What do you think about that, eh? Being the hope of so many?

Nervous Infected : You're a veteran from Ursus, aren't you? What are you talking about?

Guard : Valiya.

Reunion Soldier : I know... sorry, couldn't resist. Hmph.

[Guard returns. ]

Excited Infected : Is it true that there was a bit of trouble at the camp yesterday?

Guard : It's fine. All taken of.
Stop crowding Talulah like that and start packing. We have a long way to go today.

Nervous Infected : Oh yeah, I still have fertilizer to load onto the truck.

Guard : And it's not "You Reunion" any more.

Excited Infected : Oh yeah, we're Reunion too. Haha!
See you later.

[The Infected runs off. ]

Talulah : Guard...

Guard : It's fine. No need to say anything.

「I take the bowl of porridge from Talulah. She's very pale. 」

Guard : There are things we can't tell them yet.

Talulah : I know. It's your decision.

Guard : Reunion can't collapse again.

Talulah : I'm the banner that you rally to in Victoria. I accept that.
But I'm deceiving them. I'm still...

Guard : It's no more or less than you deserve.
It's none of my business whether you see this as an honor or punishment for your crimes. What the others need is hope.
Are you going to tell them you were under the influence of an evil god, and everything that happened at Chernobog was an Ursine plot?
I would rather our organization be built on a lie.

Talulah : We were built on a lie back then too.

Guard : I know. Payback will come, someday, but at least this time we lied for the Infected.
There are no second chances for Reunion. I hope we don't go down the same path you did.
What did that sister of yours say in Chernobog?
"Until the day when the Infected are judged fairly."

Talulah : ......
I'll wait.
I'll be your tool until that day comes.

[The injured soldier from before walks toward Guard. ]

Injured Soldier : Er, excuse me...

Guard : What are you doing here, Victorian?

Injured Soldier : I'm not armed. Your sentries searched me.
I... I caught a whiff. My brothers haven't eaten in four days. Some of them... I don't know, they don't look good.
I have a lighter here, and... d-do you want brass buttons? If you could be so kind as to trade some bread for these...
I-I know, it's not enough... I have a bunch of good leather back at my home in Blackstream! Once I get back, I'll sell it and pay you back double!

「The young man gazes hungrily at the pot, his hand grabbing his own uniform tightly, perhaps out of nervousness, or trying to straighten it out to look more presentable.
Talulah puts a bowl of porridge before him. 」

Talulah : You can take what's left in the pot.

Injured Soldier : Th-Thank you! Here's the lighter. Sometimes you need to click it a few times before it lights. And the button—

「I take the lighter and grab the hand trying to rip the buttons off. 」

Guard : It's fine. Eat.

「He practically pours the food down his throat. 」

Guard : Where's your sergeant?

Injured Soldier : I don't know. We haven't seen him all morning. I was worried he would barge into your camp again.
Say, did you hear any sounds in the night? Like artillery fire?

Guard : No reports of anything like that.

Injured Soldier : He... never mind. Everyone's gone mad. Us, them, there's no sane man left on the front.

Guard : Sound like things are rough out there.

Injured Soldier : Rough, eh...? You have no idea what the Sarkaz are using against us.
They have no battleships, no armored vehicles. We thought the devils were just barbarians, fighting our armies with swords and bows.
How wrong we were. Could you imagine an entire squad of Sarkaz casters, casting their Arts at the same time?
It was more terrifying than any artillery or ballista fire. Get hit by a shell, and you might lose an arm or leg, the fragments digging themselves into your flesh, causing terrible pain.
But the Sarkaz, they turned the battlefield to the Hell of Lateran tales.
I saw armored vehicles pierced by lightning bolts of blood, my mates melted into puddles of gore...
I never imagined it would turn out like this when the Duke of Fife's men dragged me out of the cystybeast pens—
Forget it. I'd rather not think about anything. Thanks for the porridge. I'll bring the pot back later.

Talulah : You can keep it. We have plenty of them, and it might be of use to you.

Injured Soldier : Thank you so much. I'll never forget it. Are you leaving? Where are you going?
This is pretty much a battlefield now, and it's Victorian lands all around... for the Infected...

Guard : ......

Injured Soldier : Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. Forget I said anything.

「The soldier hurries to leave, grabbing the side of the pot with his one good hand and supporting the bottom with the limp arm, grimacing at the heat.
I reach into my pocket and dig out what I just got from the doctor. 」

Guard : Hey, wait!

「I go up to him and put the vial of medicine in his pocket. 」

Injured Soldier : What's this?

Guard : It'll relieve some of the worst symptoms. You can share it with the others.
I'll visit Blackstream and collect what you owe me.

Injured Soldier : I—sir...

Guard : Go.

Injured Soldier : ...You'll love our village.
Thanks.

[After the injured soldier left... ]

Talulah : You really are like the Rhodes Islanders.
I heard you were the one who found the doctors who knew how to make the medicine.

Guard : To be honest, what we're making hardly even qualifies as medicine compared to the suppressants that I knew.
Rhodes Island offers low-cost treatment plans, but at the end of the day, they're a company. They need research funding, and they have corporate due diligence to deal with.
Who knows how many eyes are on them in Kazimierz and Columbia?

Talulah : That's why you persuaded Nine to go north. The warriors say there's a factory there.

Guard : A tiny pharmaceutical factory.
So small it's barely even a workshop. It's not even on a nomadic plate, but that one little piece of land was once the salvation of many Infected.
That, is, until it grew big enough that it caught people's attention. Some of the ones driven out of there joined us, and that's how we heard the story.
It's deep in the forest, where nobody's watching. We need medicine, even if it's just a pale imitation of the real thing. But more importantly—
—It was once a starting point of Victoria's Reunion Movement.
We have to unite those scattered across Victoria. We have to tell them that help has come.
I've seen plenty of Infected self-help organizations. Kind souls helped us from time to time, but in the end, none of them lasted.
When I was at Rhodes Island, I often wondered if things would get better if everyone worked harder and made more medicine.
Maybe. But Chernobog changed my mind.
Why do they crack down on workshops like these? Why are kindness and hard work warped by hatred and prejudice?
When evil itself is fuzzy as the fog, why does everyone, even the Infected themselves, decide to wait for their own deaths in the middle of a lake?

「I stare at Talulah, who hardly reacts to my words. Her eyes are calm, unusually so.
Her soul is too weary, having seen too much. What has become of the woman who was once our leader?
Or had she uttered the same words before, and seen what came of them? 」

Guard : *sigh*... You know what I mean.
Oripathy is an illness, but... we'll leave the illnesses to Rhodes Island, for now.
Our enemy isn't just Oripathy; it's oppression and prejudice, the truths they've tried to cover up with Oripathy.
Oripathy is just the culmination of all the decay across the lands.
Taking back a symbol may help the Infected of Victoria realize that and stand together with us.

Talulah : ...Stand together.

Guard : That's something only Reunion can do.

Talulah : Have you told the others how you think?

Guard : Hm? Of course. I'm always talking to Nine about our—

Talulah : No. You know the one I'm talking about.

Guard : Oh...
A little. I got a... gentle answer. That's why I'm here.
Whatever the case, we didn't choose the same path, so I... er...
It's not my place to ask for more.

「Of course it isn't.
Rhodes Island is a paradise of idealists. Me? A man who could only see what stands right in front of me.
The gain and loss right in front of me...
I heard the veteran guerilla fighters talk about the old days of the Reunion in the tundra, the ideals that everyone held.
"A city of the Infected, our home."
Some of them thought it was just within reach. It was almost realized at Chernobog, but fell short in the end.
But I know the city of our dreams is still far, far away.
And how could a single city be enough?
What could a single city do? 」

<Background 4>

Percival : You're still limping. Maybe you should go sit in the back?

Guard : Just a little sprain.

Percival : You haven't been on a lot of expeditions lately.

Guard : My squad passed through the wilderness the other day with Infected comrades from Greewich.
The earth had been torn open, with ditches everywhere. Looked like one of the turnip farms back home, except much smaller.
I tripped.

Percival : *snort*
What was it? I didn't think there a place like that near Londinium.

Guard : Walt said that all those trenches, hundreds of them, each one big enough to fit our entire squad, were battleship tread marks.

Percival : ......
No wonder you've looked worried.
It takes all my strength just to go from day to day.
Don't think too much about it.

[A Reunion member runs toward Guard. ]

Reunion Member : A report from the scouts, Guard.
We heard sounds from the woods on the left side up ahead.
The Originium zone sensor went off when we got closed, so we couldn't be sure exactly what it was.

Guard : Send word to the rest of the team. We'll go around.

Reunion Member : Roger.

Guard : Percival.

Percival : I'll come along with a few guys. Don't want you to trip again.

[Guard and Percival rushes off. ]

<Background fades out and in>

「There's an unsettling smell in the air.
The instruments show a high level of Active Originium. Not a good sign. 」

Guard : Remember your protective measures. Keep your masks on.

「Was that a man under the tree?
No, it's a Victorian uniform, ripped almost beyond recognition, but somehow familiar. A sergeant's badge lies on the ground next to it.
A tiny music box sits a short distance away, covered in Originium dust, but still barely playing. 」

Percival : ......

Guard : ...Infected confirmed dead. We should leave.

「Percival walks slowly, humming along with the scattered music. 」

Percival : Do you know this song, Guard?

Guard : No, but I've heard it before.

Percival : ...The sun on the meadow is summery warm♪♫Filling our home with euphoria♬♪
We gather together to greet the storm♪♫Tomorrow belongs to Victoria♬♪
The Victorian national anthem.
Our teacher made us sing it over and over until we had it memorized when I was little—before I got sick.
It's been a long time since I last heard it.
I was born in Victoria. By all accounts, I should be Victorian. But what about now?

Guard : That sergeant believed he belonged to Victoria to the very end.

Percival : He was lucky. He didn't get to go through... everything he would have gone through.
The reason I called myself Reunion—
I was tired of being punched, being thrown out of factories before I got paid, being kept out of even the cheapest hostel rooms, no matter how much money I had on me.
The Reunion Movement showed me another path, besides suffering and dying in silence. That was all I needed.
Even if the price was abandoning my family, my country, and everything else I had.
In fact, I had lost all of it the moment the first crystal popped through my skin. But it took me a long time to get it.
All of us, Ursine, Columbian, Victorian, Sarkaz, Feline, Liberi...
We are all Reunion.

Guard : ......
If we have to cross every battlefront, every war zone, every corpse-laden ruin, in order for our deaths to be seen and heard...
Then we'll cross them.

Operation story: 13-3

Before operation

Summary

The Duke of Windermere is attacked by the Sanguinarch of Vampires, Confessarius and Damazti on the battleship that the Rhodes Island personnel are on. The Sanguinarch of Vampires kills the Duke of Windermere.

<Background 1A>

「Endless reports.
An avalanche of intel has flooded this lonely battleship ever since it left Norport.
There are signs of trouble from Leithanien to the east, Sargon to the southwest, Kjerag to the west... while everything remains silent in the south.
The messages are suffocating, eating away at my nerves.
My mother seems utterly unmoved, impassively issuing order after order.
But even she cannot resist a frown when she reads the "congratulations" from her fellow dukes.
This is her life.
She is here, and so this is my Lynncardine.
I am home.
......
Focus, Delphine. Listen to the reports. This is no time to let your mind wander.
She adjusts the position of her eye patch. Is it to hide the wrinkles?
The weather here is very different from Lynncardine. It's suppressed, heavy, the gloom of rain and fog ever present.
I just want to— 」

??? : What are you gazing at so absent-mindedly, Delphine?

Delphine : Nothing, Mother.
It's just...
I don't get to see Londinium from this angle very often.

[The Duke of Windermere stands beside Delphine, her daughter. ]

Duke of Windermere : I know how you look when your mind is wandering.
Are you bored by the chatters from the rear?

Delphine : No... I'm just thinking about Norport Borough.

Duke of Windermere : Sorry, I didn't expect the situation in Londinium to deteriorate so much, so quickly.
I should have arranged for your evacuation sooner.

Delphine : We had compiled reports on everything that went on in Londinium, but we weren't able to bring them.
We should be the ones apologizing.

Duke of Windermere : That's alright. A few little troubles don't mean much to the big picture.

Delphine : Perhaps the Duke of Caster should be held responsible for most of them.

Duke of Windermere : I know. Let's hope my Messenger isn't making things too difficult for her right now.

Delphine : But the value of that intel to subsequent operations...

Duke of Windermere : Pales in comparison to your value, Delphine. Relax.
I'm here, and Irnclad[sic] Galavae is nearby. Everything will be right again once we return to the city.
We'll restore Londinium, and Victoria.

Delphine : Of course.
Mother, I...
I thought I would die down there.

Duke of Windermere : I wouldn't let that happen to my daughter.
You've done well. You have the patience and attention to detail of your father.
But you don't have to be the one to do all that work. You're my heir, and your place is at Lynncardine.
Our standoff with Leithanien can be trying. You'll need to get used to those matters. Plus... I could use someone to talk to.

Delphine : I thought I could do better.
...Sorry.

Duke of Windermere : There are many things that a Duke of Windermere must worry about, for which she needs nerves of steel.
But that's not your burden. Not yet.
You can rely on your mother, at least until she's too old to walk.

Delphine : I understand... thank you, mother.

Duke of Windermere : We'll be home in another four or five hours. I've arranged for all the stuff you left behind at the old house to be set up.
Your pajamas, your pillow, your bed, your bathtub.

Delphine : That's all stuff from before I came to Londinium—

Duke of Windermere : It's not like you're any taller.
I have some nice things for you as well, but I'll keep those a secret for now.
Get a good night's sleep once we're back.
But don't get complacent. We have a lot to do.

Delphine : ......

Duke of Windermere : What is it?

Delphine : I was in Londinium a long time, wasn't I?
I had many friends. Outstanding friends, from whom I had a lot to learn.
We lived in a city in disorder, chewing up and swallowing the lives we once had. But we believed in our cause. I was proud of it.
Then... things changed. One agent after another disappeared, and the Sarkaz took the city...
I was on my own. I had to live with more... common people. For the first time, I learned how they lived, and how they viewed Victoria.
Most of them are dead now. Those who still live huddle in the bowels of this ship, waiting for you to decide their fate.
One hundred meters beneath my pajamas, bed, and bathtub.

Duke of Windermere : Hmm.

Delphine : I'm really grateful, really, but is it all because—

「She does not let me finish.
She puts her hand on my head without patting it, but I know this is her way of showing affection. 」

Duke of Windermere : You did well, my daughter. You exceeded my expectations.
Go and see the troops below. It'll do you good to talk with them.

「With that, Her Grace departs. She's always swift and decisive. I have no chance to say any more.
I scratch my slightly untidy head. 」

Delphine : Mother!

Duke of Windermere : We can talk later.

Delphine : You shouldn't have come here yourself!

「The words that come out of my own mouth surprise me.
Was it not because of my call for help that she came?
How could I say that. 」

Delphine : It's too... risky!
We can't fully trust the Leithanians, and we don't know what the Sarkaz are planning next!
We've fallen behind on intel—

「She dismisses me with a wave, perhaps telling me not to think too much about it.
Her silhouette remains sharp, making me feel like I'm worrying too much, and that she can take handle it all.
Sigh. She's right.
I'm not much taller at all. 」

<Background 2>

[Siege and her companions stood by the warship's cargo hold where the refugees from Norport are staying. ]

Siege : How long will our food last?
I don't think this warship was prepared to take on so many refugees.

Indra : We can't just leave 'em to fend for themselves!
Mrs. Emil grabbed my hand just now. She didn't say nuffin'. All she did was look at me...
I... I can't take it anymore. Let's find Delphine!

Dagda : Calm down, Hannah. We're on someone else's ship.

Indra : I just—

Morgan : I'll go keep 'em company. The old timers will feel better with a familiar face around.

Siege : I'll stay with you.

[Delphine joins in. ]

Delphine : Sorry to keep you waiting. I talked to the quartermaster.
Some food will make it to those who need it most... that's the best I can do.

Siege : Thank you, Delphine, and thanks to Duke Windermere.

Delphine : Part of me hopes that Mother really wants to help these poor people out of the kindness of her heart, but...

Siege : I know. It's because of me, or should I say, because of who I am.
It's fine, as long as it helps the people who fled with us.

Delphine : You've adapted quickly, Vina.

Siege : The time when we could do as we pleased has passed, Delphine.
Many souls on this ship are counting on me. I have a responsibility to them, both as Vina and as the Siege.

「Lots of people are looking at us. I can tell Vina is busy.
Mother's ship is one of the biggest of the Victorian ships-of-the-line, but it was never designed to evacuate civilians. Certainly not this many.
The people of Norport are squeezed into holds meant to store ammunition and weapons, trying their best to find a clean place to sit down.
This is not the best accommodation, even if the most dangerous weapons have been removed. Vina's gang are doing their best to maintain order.
The refugees whisper about her amongst themselves. The officers on the ship pay no heed, nor does Vina respond to their calls of "Your Majesty" or "Your Royal Highness".
Regardless, she has become the heart and soul of this place.
Perhaps the civilians don't even realize themselves, but the reason they trust Vina is not so much because of her status, but because she is the only one they can rely on in this unfamiliar environment. 」

Siege : How goes the war?

Delphine : The number of reports coming in is unreal. Too many variables to keep track of.
The Duke of Wellington's offensive is unsteady, and our own defensive lines are being pressed...
We should have an overwhelming advantage in terms of forces, even if the dukes have yet to commit their full strength. We are facing a foe beyond the scope of modern military theory.
The Nachzehrer King... the only thing we know about him comes from sparse records of ancient times.
It has been too long since Victoria, indeed Terra as a whole, last faced a real Sarkaz army.
What chain reaction will their witchcraft produce? Are they really as primitive and backwards as the records say?
What force have the various Sarkaz branches come together to form, where we can't see them? Why do they stand together?

Siege : ......

Delphine : No need to worry too much, though. Mother... Duke Windermere and Duke Wellington will conduct this war together.
The Duke of Caster has also publicly declared her allegiance. The stalemate will not last long.
Once we return to Irnclad Galavae, both supplies and support will—

[Suddenly a rumble is felt. ]

Morgan : Whoa! What was that?

Delphine : Looks like we're passing through a canyon... a good thing. It means we're about to leave the battlefield.

「A canyon.
I feel even less at ease.
I know where mother's confidence comes from. This ship is defended by Windermere's pride, her Swordguards.
If the Sarkaz think this merely a reckless act by the Duke of Windermere, they will find themselves on the receiving end of blades that have been honed since the War of the Four Emperors.
But do we truly know the Sarkaz? 」

Dagda : Is the ship slowing down, Siege?

Siege : I think so. And the weather outside... say, what time is it?
How long has it been since we left Norport?

Delphine : A few hours, I think.

Siege : Is this just an ordinary canyon?

Delphine : Yes, nothing remarkable besides some abandoned factories...

「Abandoned factories. Yes, this place has been abandoned since before Londinium fell into chaos.
Why? Because of Catastrophe.
The massive crystal formations that Catastrophe left behind... 」

[Delphine noticed a Victorian officer walking by Indra in an odd manner and bumped into her. ]

Indra : Be careful!

Victorian Officer : ......

Indra : Hey, I'm talking to you!

Victorian Officer : ......

「Something's not right.
There's a different smell in the air.
I look around instinctively. All the elite soldiers in the hold are gone.
This is not right! 」

Delphine : Get away from him, Hannah!

「Siege pulls her back before I can.
I see the soldier smiling at me. 」

Delphine : Look out!

「It's too late.
Blood seeps from the gaps in the ceiling, dripping into the infiltrator's eyes.
Drip.
Merge.
Spread.
Blood?
Where did this blood come from? 」

Siege : Look out!

「Siege pushes me away. An instant later, a blood mist bursts where I stood.
Soon, the entire hold is engulfed in crimson. 」

Delphine : Blood mist? Sarkaz witchcraft!

Siege : Too many civilians here.
Morgan, Dagda, Indra.

「The four of them exchange gazes, and take up positions around the frightened crowd.
The emotions in the crowd ranges from shock to panic. Some in the corners begin to scream, without even seeing exactly what happened. 」

Delphine : Go down! The stairs are to the north!

[Shearer, the ship's doctor, runs toward Delphine. ]

Shearer : Lady Delphine!

Delphine : Are you the ship's doctor?

Shearer : We're under attack by witchcraft. The ship's casters can't decipher it yet. The Duke and—

[Suddenly a group of Confessarius Guards show up and attacks. ]

Shearer : Damn, how did they—

Dagda : Look out!

「A claw slaps away the sword that was inches from his throat.
The blood mist disperses, then reconverges, taking a gooey, wet form.
A Sarkaz emerges from the bloody shadow. 」

Confessarius Guard : (In Sarkaz) The Vampire's witchcraft has taken hold.

Dagda : I know that outfit... the skull mask...

Confessarius Guard : (In Sarkaz) The Sighs of Kings... one variable to eliminate.
(In Sarkaz) Cause chaos and eliminate the outblood. Hesitate not to spill your own blood.
(In Sarkaz) Oh?

Dagda : You were part of the siege of the Knights of the Tower...

[Dagda charges at the Confessarius Guard and strikes them, who guarded the attack. Indra strikes the Guard, allowing Dagda to break free. ]

Indra : Careful! I've gotcha!

[More Guards show up. ]

Confessarius Guard : (In Sarkaz) You will die here with your king, Victorian.
(In Sarkaz) Do it.

[The Guards attack. ]

Delphine : (Mother is on deck, but we still have civilians and our people below... I...)

Morgan : Delphine! Your left!

[A Guard slashes at Delphine, but Morgan blocked it. ]

Delphine : Ugh!

Morgan : Careful.

Delphine : Sorry, thanks.
There aren't many of them. We can pin them down. The reinforced compartment is one bulkhead away. Get the civilians there—

Siege : No, there's something more important that you must do.
Those people came with me. I promised to protect them.
Duke Windermere likely doesn't know how bad things are below.
Go and inform her. I'll hold out until your reinforcements arrive.

Delphine : But I—

Siege : This suits us better. You have a formal command structure. There's no way to integrate us quickly.

Delphine : Vina...

Siege : Go!

[Siege strikes one of the Guards, who withstood it. ]

Siege : Damn, you've got a hard head. Almost made my hand go numb.

Confessarius Guard : *Sarkaz profanity*...
(In Sarkaz) So be it. The Sighs of Kings will be spoils enough.
(In Sarkaz) Surround the Aslan.

Siege : Get ready for a brawl, mates.

「For an instant, I wished I was with them.
Like when I first joined Slobberknocker Gym, when I went from being alone to being in a community.
Cador, and... Baird.
We stood together. 」

Siege : This ends now.

「The swing of the hammer compresses the air in the passage. It roars. 」

<Background black>

[Delphine runs. ]

「......
...... 」

「Tiny drops of liquid fall on my face.
My vision blurs. 」

??? : Delphine!

「A shadow draws near. 」

??? : Delphine!

Delphine : Mother?

「I try to wipe my eyes.
I see another pair of eyes right there in front of me.
Red flows from their sockets. 」

Victorian Officer : Delphine... go no further...

Delphine : You're hurt—

Victorian Officer : You'll only be in the way. Same for me.
Kill me, before whatever this is consumes me.
The Swordguards and Her Grace will kill the Sarkaz.
Do not put yourself in danger, Delphine... no...
I don't even feel the pain anymore...
Free me. Then stop.

「I draw my sword.
She is still conscious. I should not do this to her. But I see the relief in her eyes.
She grabs my sword, sending it into her own body.
I'm trembling. I can't see clearly. 」

Victorian Officer : Lady Delphine—You must live—
Thank you—for freeing me—

「I look down and see the red eyes.
She gives up breathing, smiling to the end. 」

Delphine : This is... Sarkaz...
Mother...

「My feet cannot move. Worry, unease, and fear grip them.
The lights go out. The only light comes from above deck. 」

[Delphine keeps running. ]

<Background 1B>

「There is only silence amongst the bodies. Rain solidifies as it falls.
Flowing backwards, evaporating, converging.
A red-black sun rises into the sky, obscuring its white counterpart.
A bloodless complexion emerges from the black sun, not a speck of blood on it.
He descends from the black sun.
I avert my gaze.
Am I afraid?
How shameful... 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hmm.
You should not have dodged.
The paleness of your face would have contrasted well with the blood drops.
They would have painted a picture of beautiful despair.

Duke of Windermere : Hmph.
Leeches can't stop playing with blood, I see.
Nothing has changed with you people, even after all these centuries.

「Rain begins to fall again.
Drip. Drop. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Look.
It's a good day to die.

[Several of the Duke's Swordguards join her side. ]

Swordguard : Your Grace, this attack was planned.

Duke of Windermere : As expected.
For a sovereign of the Sarkaz to pay a personal visit, though... all well and good, I suppose.

Swordguard : The battle below is not going well. The officers are organizing the defense.

Duke of Windermere : No matter. This one is our only threat.

「Mother... the Duke of Windermere points her sword towards the invading Sarkaz leader.
I cannot see the expression on her face, but I know that is not the mother I know so well.
The soldier was right. I would only be in the way. 」

Duke of Windermere : I've long had enough of Leithanian Spire Arts.
I wonder what the spine of a Vampire looks like.

[The Duke slashes at the Sanguinarch. ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hmmm.
You're a strong Victorian. You don't think you'll shirk back.
But your blood will betray you.
The creator built a bridge of life for humanity, and I stand above the bridge.

[The Sanguinarch used his powers to conjure leech-like creatures around him, but the Duke cuts through them. ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Oh?

Duke of Windermere : Not any worse than those spire madmen.

「A blue blade cuts through the rain of blood.
A tiny drop of rain cuts open Mother's cheek.
Was it the red rain, or blood seeping out? I could not see.
There is no change in Mother's expression, but... have I ever seen her get hurt before? 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Poor fool.
Still clinging to dreams and fantasies.
Guess why your battleship fell from within?

Duke of Windermere : ......
Focus on the mission at hand, soldiers.
Ready.

Swordguard : Roger.

Duke of Windermere : Your duty is to kill the enemies of Windermere, not protect the life of Windermere.
Do all you can to weaken the Sarkaz. Victoria will take back what is hers.

[The Swordguards assault the Sanguinarch. ]

「The Vampire's movement starts to slow.
No, the Swordguards are too fast. 」

[The Duke joins in the assault. ]

「I've received formal military training. I did not go to Londinium unprepared.
But here and now, I realize the weight of the words "Duke of Windermere".
My mother never let her daughter see the kinds of battlefields that she knew. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hm.
Not bad, not bad... you aren't a duke of Victoria for nothing.
How many Sarkaz have you eaten?

Duke of Windermere : I don't have any such disgusting habits.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : No.
You and your ancestors reveled in war, from Kazimierz to Leithanien.
A Duke of Windermere once had an army of Sarkaz. In the War of the Four Nations, which engulfed most of the land...
How did you or your ancestor use them?

Duke of Windermere : ......

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Parlor tricks, the theft of witchcraft, a favorite of the Nachzehrer.
The blood and flesh of Sarkaz spread across the battlefield, becoming yet another bulwark for your glorious armada.
You ate them up, alright.

Duke of Windermere : Are you after revenge, Sarkaz?

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Of course.
How dare you trifle with the methods of my creation, the property of the Crimson Court?

[The Sanguinarch absorbs the blood of the fallen creatures around him. ]

Swordguard : He's being strengthened by the blood of the fallen?

Duke of Windermere : No.
It is no longer bodily fluids, but a part of the curse.
Prepare counter-Arts.

<Background fades out>

「Stay calm.
Take a deep breath.
My throat is coarse. I cannot speak. I try to gasp for air, but the smell of blood is all there is.
Vampire and... Confessarius.
This is Mother's flagship. Lynncardine's most experienced commanders, bravest sailors and most steadfast warriors are gathered here.
Mother once told me that war is not about heroes, about charging into danger. A commander must see the whole battlefield, in order to see the way to victory.
But—
I realize why this ship sailed deep behind enemy lines without support.
Because of me. 」

Delphine : I...

「No...
This is no time for self-flagellation.
I have to do something. If there is no place on Mother's battlefield for me... someone must bring order.
One of the Kings of the Sarkaz Court is here. But would they really attack us so recklessly?
My espionage background tells me that something is missing from this puzzle.
I have to do something.
Think! 」

[Delphine remembered the rumble she felt on the hold before. ]

<Background 1B>

Delphine : —!
Could it be...? No, Arts that can teleport an entire army are unheard of... our ship fell from within...
I know this feeling...

「Damazti.
I encountered him personally when leaving Norport. I had heard about this terrible King of the Sarkaz Court from Amiya. But he was defeated. How could he...?
Still, this is the most likely answer.
There are two Kings of the Sarkaz Court on this ship.
A truly terrifying conclusion. 」

Delphine : But what about the Vampire? Why didn't he go straight to his target, if he could use his witchcraft on the officers?
Attacking secondary targets with witchcraft, then creating disorder with assassins... that's too inefficient.
But the Sarkaz fighting with Mother...
The Damazti... did he simply infiltrate us by taking the face of a Victorian?
If...
—Damn it!

[Delphine runs toward the Duke to warn her. ]

Delphine : Mother!

Duke of Windermere : Delphine?! Stay back—

Delphine : That one's fake!

「The Swordguards' weapons impale the Vampire.
The light of Arts penetrate the Sarkaz's twisted visage. The Arts of the Swordguards of Windermere, passed down from generation to generation, are simple, but brutally effective.
Mother quickly sets her sights back on the target.
I draw my sword.
The Swordguards do not hear my cry, but Mother is ready.
The Vampire laughs.
The massive Blood Arts explode before it can be cast.
A gust of wind sweeps through the sticky air, blowing away the sanguine rain and wind.
Death falls silent. True terror begins to spread, slowly but surely.
Blood converges upon the hand of the silhouette, forming a crystal. Then...
The other, the true— 」

[The "Sanguinarch" confronting the Duke of Windermere turns out to be an impostor as the real one reveals himself. ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Enough.
I don't enjoy seeing another wear my face.

「The Swordguards pull back instantly.
Even so, two of them are late by an eyelash, and their flesh takes incomprehensible form in a split second.
I can feel my sword hand trembling, my throat seizing up. This is a battle beyond my comprehension. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : A little girl saw through your disguise.
You're losing your touch, Damazti. The previous you would have been more convincing.

[The Sanguinarch impostor turns out to be one of the two halves of the reincarnated Damazti Cluster — who returns to the Sarkaz Royal Court's side — as they assumes their usual humanoid form. ]

Damazti Cluster : ......
Is that so?

Sanguinarch of Vampires : These Arts are merely a poor imitation by the Confessarius.
Foul, uncouth, vulgar killing.

「He looks towards me, then towards Mother.
I'm trembling. 」

Duke of Windermere : Delphine.

Delphine : Y-Yes!

Duke of Windermere : Good job seeing through the trick. All the Swordguards would have been lost.
But there's nothing more you can do here now.

Delphine : I, I—

Duke of Windermere : The escort fleet is approaching. We must ensure that communication with the fleet is maintained.

Delphine : The communications tower... it's behind the deck!

Duke of Windermere : The enemy is few in number. Go.
...I'm counting on you.

「She pats my shoulder with an injured hand.
Only then do I notice that she has many more scars on her than I remembered. 」

Delphine : Understood.

「I turn around and run for the communications tower.
Pride overcame fear in that instant. Mother said, "I'm counting on you."
I see the Confessarii trying to blow the communications tower, and our soldiers still resisting. 」

Delphine : Thank goodness, the communications tower hasn't fallen yet—

[Suddenly the battleship slows down. ]

Delphine : The ship's slowing down?
It's the engines! They're attacking the engine room!
—!

Victorian Soldier : D-Damn it!

Delphine : —
Grab my hand!
Don't look back! Get up!

Victorian Soldier : Thank you! Oh, L-Lady Delphine—

Delphine : We must regroup and counterattack. Reinforcements are on the way.
Listen up, men!
Dust clouds in the distance! Help is on the way!
Their plan—

「Has failed? So easily?
I turn around.
The front of the deck has been completely engulfed in red fog, with only the flashing of sword and vampiric Arts to penetrate it.
Why do I feel so uneasy?
I— 」

[Siege runs toward Delphine... ]

Siege : Delphine! Look out!

「A pair of eyes peer at me, in the infinite raindrops, in the reflection of blood on the deck.
The Vampire's hand brushes my neck. Why? Is he not fighting Mother?
Vina tries to push me away, but it's too late.
My sword. I still have my sword.
I am her daughter.
She is counting on me. 」

[Delphine slashes her sword at the Vampire. ]

「The blood-woven crimson witchcraft vanishes into thin air. 」

Delphine : *Pant*... *pant*...

Siege : Are you alright?

Delphine : I'm fine... it's all in my head...

Siege : Your troops are holding back the enemy down below, so we've come up to help.
The bad news is that we found traces of the Damazti down there.

Delphine : We know. The Sanguinarch and Damazti are attacking together.
No, wait...

「That attack was not a Damazti feint. It was true blue vampiric witchcraft.
If the King of the Sarkaz Court had intended to kill me, there is no reason I should still be alive.
It was not my own strength that allowed me to resist.
He had other plans. There's no doubt about that.
Once again, I look towards the Swordguards. Their swords are still flashing. I can faintly see their silhouettes converging—
Something's not right.
They are falling, one by one.
They're backing up?
This is not right!
Where is Mother? 」

Siege : Delphine? Where are you going?

[Several Confessarius Guards stood in Siege's way. ]

Siege : Agh, dreadful!

Confessarius Guard : ......
(In Sarkaz) The scent of blood has changed. The Confessarius has succeeded, as has the Sanguinarch.
(In Sarkaz) Pull back.
(In Sarkaz) Those unable to do so, drive your daggers into your hearts on my command.

Siege : You—

[As Delphine runs... ]

「Impossible.
Even if the fight against the fake Vampire had taken its toll, Mother and her Swordguards could not have fallen so easily.
I know the legends of Windermere's sword which no wall could stop, the blade of light that struck down the spires, one of Victoria's two sharpest swords.
I grew up listening to them.
Why? How?
I charge into the fog of blood, hearing only my accelerating heartbeat.
Finally, I spy a figure. 」

[The Cluster and the Sanguinarch had mortally wounded the Duke after a tough fight. ]

Duke of Windermere : Ugh...

Damazti Cluster : You have lost all sensation in your arms. Your guards are routed.
How do you feel now?
......

Duke of Windermere : Argh... ugh...
Sarkaz...

Damazti Cluster : He caught you.
An instant of weakness, of disorder... why? We do not understand.
We find it... regrettable.

Duke of Windermere : ......

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ......
She's finished. Let this great warrior savor the fading of life.

Damazti Cluster : Are you leaving?

Sanguinarch of Vampires : I have no interest in the inconsequential deaths that remain.

「One glance from that devil is enough to freeze my blood.
But he does not kill me. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : This blood is a penny a gallon.

Damazti Cluster : What are you after? We are unsure.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ......
The age of shame is coming to an end.

Damazti Cluster : Are you hurt?

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ...It does not matter.

「He disappears into the blood. 」

Delphine : Y... You...

Damazti Cluster : Oh, there you are.

[The Cluster assumes the form of various people Delphine knows, ending with the Duke herself to seemingly mock her. ]

Damazti Cluster : The one who saw through us.
He said we were losing our touch. How convincing was the last one?
Is this good enough?

Delphine : Don't—you dare—wear her—face—

「He smiles at me with Mother's face. 」

Damazti Cluster : ...We must try.

「Then, with an identical sword—Mother's sword—
He impales his own chest. 」

Delphine : Sarkaz!

「In my fury I try to charge, but my body refuses to move. 」

[The Cluster assumes Delphine's form. ]

Damazti Cluster : (In Sarkaz) We'll do better next time.

「He whispers in my ear, wearing my own face.
Mother's sword is still in his chest.
In "my" chest.
He falls, then familiar blood witchcraft covers him, consuming him.
After the blood boils and evaporates, it is as though nothing had ever happened.
All I can do is pick up Mother's sword.
I...
I catch sight of Mother.
The sound of fighting has stopped. The wind has calmed. The ship has stopped.
I see blue hair on the ground. Mother is bleeding. 」

Delphine : —

Duke of Windermere : Delphine...
I can't see very well...
Have they retreated?

Delphine : Mo...ther...
They're gone...
Mother... I, I'll call for the doctors—
You'll be fine. You're the Duke of Windermere. You're my mother.
Wait here, I'll—

Duke of Windermere : I couldn't beat him... I can't believe it...
Don't go, Delphine... don't go...
Let me... look at you...

「Mother's body grows cold in my arms.
I dare not let go.
The sound of Mother's heartbeat fades further and further away. 」

Duke of Windermere : Don't cry.

Delphine : I... I'm not crying, Mother.

Duke of Windermere : I saw you swing your sword, Delphine... very good.
You had injured your hand. Your grip... it was never right. I was too hasty.

Delphine : Mother... don't say any more...

「Mother gazes towards the horizon. Is that the direction of Londinium?
Her eyes have always lain upon Victoria. 」

Duke of Windermere : I remember... the direction your father left in...
We had a surprise for you... one that we prepared long ago...

Delphine : Mother...

Duke of Windermere : Delphine, you—
I thought you would be taller... the clothes will be a bit loose...
Just... calm down, Delphine...

<Background black>

「The rain stops. 」

After operation

Summary

Amiya is attacked by the Confessarius Salus. Her powers are suppressed, and she falls unconscious. To save Amiya, the Doctor follows Salus and engages her, buying time for Logos and Ascalon to arrive.

<Background black>

「You try to present a picture of calm.
The crowd is running. There are screams everywhere. They have hardly awakened from the last nightmare, before they are put into another great escape.
You brace yourself against the wall. Someone ran into you, hard. Someone pretty darned strong.
It all happened so quickly that you had no time to plan.
You had expected the worst the moment you failed to stop the first drop of blood from seeping into that curious citizen.
Even worse is that you and Amiya have become separated by the stampeding crowd.
It has been a long time since you last felt alone. 」

<Background 2>

Doctor : Stay calm! / ...... / Don't panic!

「The screams drown out your voice. Nobody is listening to your commands. 」

Panicking Citizen : Out of my way, out of my way!

Crying Citizen : Th-The monsters are coming!

Panicking Citizen : Get out of my way!

Crying Citizen : Get away! There's blood on you! Like those monsters!

「They are not your operators. They are just ordinary people.
Reason is a luxury in the face of death. 」

??? : Doctor!
Doctor, I'm here! Grab my hand!

「You finally hear a familiar voice. 」

Doctor : Amiya!

「Amiya tries to force her way through the panicking crowd, and reaches out her hand. 」

Amiya : Grab my hand, Doctor.

「You know that you are the one whom Amiya cares most deeply about, always.
You do not want to disappoint her.
You penetrate the crowd and extend your hand with all your strength. 」

Doctor : ...... / You... / You're not Amiya!

「You realize who it is standing before you, a moment before your hands touch. 」

Doctor : Damazti...

Amiya? : ...Why?
What should The King of Sarkaz look like?

[The Amiya standing before the Doctor turns out to be the Cluster. ]

Damazti Cluster : ......

Doctor : You're not the one you once were. / ...... / I heard Logos's bone whistle.

Damazti Cluster : The myriad souls still reject us.
However... a change has occurred. A part of us has left us.
We must make a choice... we cannot remain stagnant.

「The Damazti approaches you, one step at a time.
You can feel that the one-time King of the Sarkaz Court has changed. He is no longer an idle observer.
He has begun moving forward. 」

[Suddenly the real Amiya attacks the Cluster with her Arts. ]

Amiya : Doctor!

Damazti Cluster : ...King of Sarkaz.
I tried to imitate you, but I failed.

Amiya : A new Damazti...
Is this your choice? To formally stand against us?

Damazti Cluster : We simply decided to try.

[Amiya channels her Arts. ]

Amiya : Hm—

Damazti Cluster : Will we learn our meaning in battle against you, King of Sarkaz?
Where does our path lead?

Amiya : Once... I asked the previous Damazti what I should do. He said I must overcome all doubt and hesitation.
If you still call me the King of Sarkaz after being reborn...
Then go find the answer yourself. You won't get it from me.

「She is always at your side, smiling. It almost makes you forget that she is the true King of Sarkaz.
Dark Arts rumble. You find Amiya's presence downright imposing.
But still, you feel uneasy. Instincts tell you that this was no ordinary attack.
In just a short period of time, you have learned that the Duke of Windermere, defender of the frontiers, is no pushover.
She had her flagship break off from the fleet in order to save her daughter. This was an opportunity.
But the rest of the fleet was not so far away. The tactical advantage in attacking a ducal vessel is limited... unless this was a decapitation operation.
No, killing a duke only makes her men angrier. There is more to Theresis's plan.
Plus, this ship is home to more than just the duke's elite guards; you and your friends are here.
The King of Sarkaz is here.
Suddenly, a pang of intense pain dazes you. 」

[Salus the Confessarius reveal herself. ]

Salus : Oh, did I hurt you?
That Ascalon woman is so annoying. Is she so persistent with everyone?

Amiya : Doctor!

「Amiya disengages from her battle with the Damazti and runs towards you. Arts converge on her fingertips, and her crown appears above her head. 」

Doctor : Look out, Amiya!
You're the one they're after!

[Salus struck Amiya with her own Arts. ]

「The black Arts are shattered, and the black crown gone.
Amiya's Arts disintegrate in an instant, as though they had never existed.
How could this be? It is the power of the King of Sarkaz! 」

Amiya : H-How—

Salus : I have long waited to rummage in your emotions and memories, little king.
I thought the Revenant would cause you some difficulty, but you seem to be in better condition than I expected.
Cautus, no, Chimera.
You are no Theresa.

「An eerie dark halo envelops Amiya. She tries to break through, but the Confessarius's cage does not budge.
The cage grows smaller.
You look for someone who can help, a way to break Amiya free. 」

Confessarius Guard : ......

「The Confessarius guards block any eyes that dare gaze upon this place.
The enemy is more prepared than you thought. 」

Amiya : Let go of me—

Salus : You had the fortune to be conferred the crown, but do you truly understand your power?
We have studied the King of Sarkaz for thousands of years.

「Amiya's struggle grows feeble. The ancient, bane arts drain her strength.
Her knees buckle, and she falls to the ground.
She lifts her hand, but not a ripple of Arts answer. 」

Salus : As for you...

「You feel the chilling gaze scanning you. Your heart is beating so fast, it threatens to escape your chest.
Anger and despair.
Death extends its tendrils towards you.
You clench your fist. 」

Amiya : Get... away... from... Doctor!

[Amiya tries to break free from Salus' bindings. ]

Salus : Oh? Still mustering the power of the King of Sarkaz, even when surrounded by Confessarius witchcraft? I'm starting to miss Liz.
Well, this is a benefit to our experiments. I'll spare the Doctor's life, for now, and teach you to leverage your emotions.
But I must make sure you behave before handing you over to the leader.
Great Damazti, that nasty woman is coming. May I count on you to deal with the rest?

Damazti Cluster : Very well.
Maybe she will temper us.

「You see Ascalon sprinting towards you.
Countless Confessarius guards stand in her way. They fall without a sound, then the figures of countless Damazti once again bury her.
The Confessarius with blue hair lifts Amiya in her arms. The hull structure around you shatters, a staircase of earth and stone rises, and the wall of the canyon outside opens its gaping maw.
You have seen Arts like this before. But she is no Gargoyle. 」

Amiya : Doctor...

Doctor : Amiya!

「Wherever they walk, the stone bridge trembles and shatters, and the cracks on the rock wall heal.
Ascalon tries to free herself from the Damazti tide, but the expressionless fragments seem endless. 」

Ascalon : Doctor! Stay where you are!
The most important thing is—

「The Confessarius and Amiya grow distant.
You have heard it many times from many people. You are not built for fighting, so weak you could not even complete the beginner course for trainee operators.
Kal'tsit wanted you to stay in the rear, giving orders in safety.
But Kal'tsit, equally thin and frail, stood before Theresis. You can still see the gaping wound when you close your eyes.
You should wait where you are. Ascalon needs time. You can work on a rescue plan once the battle has concluded.
A commander should learn to recognize when the situation is untenable.
But...
Your ears ring.
Amiya is your partner, your family.
Your sense and sensibility, your past and memories all cry out. 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

「The smiles, the tears, the hard times... the brief joy.
The hull breach is right beside you.
The stone staircase is starting to fall apart.
—
You put a numb foot forward. 」

Doctor : Let her go— / Let Amiya go!

「You leap before the bridge shatters completely. 」

Doctor : Huff, huff, huff...

「You run like you never have before, as the ground falls out from beneath where you just tread.
Your view is obscured by the white vapors that you exhale.
Your whole body trembles. You have never so lamented the frailness of your physique.
It is not far. You can catch them. You can—
There is no time to think. The hole is within reach, but the ever-shifting rock wall could close upon it at any time.
A few steps further.
You muster all the speed you have.
The next instant, you find yourself falling in infinite darkness. 」

<Background black>

「How much time has passed?
With your portable light, you see that countless hands have emerged from the ground, pulling at the passage, sewing it shut.
The space continues to contract, pressing on you.
You do not know how far you must go, but you must not stop.
Down, down, down. 」

Doctor : Huff, huff, huff...

「Your lungs sting. A light in the distance is your only hope. 」

<Background 3>

Doctor : ......

「Escaping the contracting hole, you find yourself hanging from an upside-down statue. From its eyes seep water falling from above, gleaming an eerie red in the light of magma. 」

Doctor : Where is this place? What are these statues?

「You recognize the statues as Djall.
The Gargoyle shoulders the roof of the cave, feet burning in the magma.
The Banshee curls up in the wilted thorns, bone whistle in hand.
The Wendigo tries to tear the rock wall apart with twisted hands, frightful visage roaring beneath a mask.
The withered Vampire extends a hand from the lava.
A creature of unknown race holds its head in its hands, stone columns running through its eyes. 」

Doctor : They look like they could come alive at any time. / Statues of the Sarkaz races?

??? : You're tough, "Doctor". I respect that.

「You feel a heavy blow, and a pair of baleful eyes. 」

Doctor : ......

[Salus stood before the Doctor. ]

Salus : Awake?
How did you follow me with that feeble constitution of yours? I examined your body, but found nothing.
Well... not exactly nothing.
Your structure is... unusual. Different from all the samples I've seen. I would very much like to study you.
In great detail. Unfortunately, this place has been abandoned a long time, and the equipment is far from adequate. It would not do to damage such a precious sample.
Perhaps I could bring you back to Londinium. But Theresis seems to pay particular attention to you...

Doctor : Amiya...

「You look towards Amiya. Her consciousness seems hazy. Black Arts seep out from her, then fade into thin air the next instant.
Her brow twitches in pain. She is not in good shape.
You have rarely seen this expression on the brave child's face, ever since you met in Chernobog. 」

Salus : Look, "Doctor". What is she looking at?
She's trembling.

Doctor : What did you do to her?

Salus : "The King of Sarkaz grants the promised land." The little bunny simply got a taste of her own power.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : We don't need to be crossing swords. You want knowledge? Rhodes Island has it.

Salus : Laughable attempt at flattery.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : What do you want? We can talk about it.

Salus : Meaningless negotiation.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Stop, or I'll drown you in lava.

Salus : A trembling threat.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Salus : Painfully amusing, the way you hopelessly grasp at straws.
No operators at your side. Nothing for you to command. Even the King of Sarkaz whom you served is leaving you.
What can you do?

「She draws closer.
You tighten the hand hidden behind your back.
All you have is a sharp rock that you happened to pick up in the chaos.
Your reason tells you that it is useless. Perhaps you would have had a speck of hope if you were Blaze, Ascalon, or even Popukar...
You feel regret, but even stronger is your determination.
The pain in your hand keeps you conscious.
Patience. Wait for her to draw closer... 」

Salus : I've asked the leader many times: why does power so often end up in the hands of the ordinary?
What have these forgotten Kings of Sarkaz given us, besides a life of exile and persecution?
Will you, "Doctor", be one of the causes of another round of suffering?

Doctor : You have questions, but this is not the time or place to answer them. / Remove the spell on Amiya, and I'll do my best to answer. / I have the same questions, but hurting Amiya is not the answer.

Salus : I appreciate your intelligence, but there has never been a shortage of smart people.
There is nothing that can compare to this opportunity, what we have pursued for thousands of years.
If she can force the crown upon the head of this little bunny—
Then it can be forced out.

Doctor : You want to steal Amiya's crown!

Salus : Steal? No, this crown is not a ring lying on the battlefield for the taking.
You'll never understand.

「The blue-haired Confessarius turns towards Amiya.
This might be your chance. You make the calculations. With your full strength, perhaps... 」

[The Doctor throws a rock at Salus. ]

Salus : What's this? A rock?

「You feel your internal organs twitch and convulse. The taste of rust fills your mouth.
One little push from the Confessarius, and your right hand loses all sensation.
Bones have broken.
Wincing at the intense pain, you force yourself to lunge forward but she lithely dodges.
You fall in front of Amiya, blocking the blue-haired Confessarius's malicious gaze. 」

Salus : How touching, putting yourself in front of her. But meaningless.

[Salus channels her Arts. ]

Salus : If you're so obsessed, I have a better way to deal with you.
Perhaps that brain beneath the hood holds secrets beneficial to our experiments.
There. Don't try to resist.
Share your memories with me—

「You can feel the Confessarius's breathing.
A numbing sensation filled with ancient witchcraft moves towards the top of your head. 」

Doctor : Get out of my head!

[Suddenly something interrupts Salus' channeling. ]

Salus : What? What could possibly repel a Confessarius's...
The King of Sarkaz? But her mind should have been shackled...

「A black vortex rises from behind you.
Amiya whispers at its center.
The black crown trembles with agitation. 」

Amiya : *Ancient Sarkaz Language*

Doctor : Amiya!

Salus : The shackles of myriad souls are not so easily broken. She remains amidst the myriad souls.
She has chosen to protect you subconsciously. Hah.
Wait... That's not all?
Her connection with the crown is growing?

「"The crown... remember... souls..."
Is that Amiya's voice?
You get a feeling...
She is growing more distant by the second, to a place that you cannot reach— 」

Doctor : Amiya! Wake up!

「You try to grab Amiya. The black vortex roils between you, and a great force tries to push you away.
You dig your one good hand into the dirt, dragging the rest of your hide along, towards the girl lying on the ground. 」

Salus : Ah, such intense emotions.
Looks like Theresa's choice was not entirely one of desperation, after all.

「Just a little further— 」

Salus : Why don't we cut straight to the chase, then? I hope this won't break your little head. That would be a shame.
The Confessarii left more than statues in this cavern.
*Sarkaz incantation*

Doctor : Amiya!

「You touch her. 」

Doctor : You promised—
Reject the voice!

「The black vortex shatters and vanishes. You grab Amiya's hand.
Amiya has grown up, but her hands still feel small and frail.
Her palm is filled with sweat.
You do not know if the Confessarius's curse worked, or if this was the result of Amiya's effort and yours. 」

Salus : Tsk—

[Someone slashes Salus from behind. ]

「Blood sprays from the Confessarius's neck. 」

[Salus collapses. ]

「Ascalon walks towards you, casting not another glance at the fallen Confessarius. 」

Ascalon : That was reckless, Doctor. If I didn't run into—

??? : Look out.

「Blood explodes, and a sanguine shockwave sweeps towards you.
A figure stands in front of you, arriving in the nick of time. 」

[Logos reveals himself. ]

Logos : Vampire Arts... what have you done to your bloodline?
Hard to imagine that you're related to Shining.
The amount of grief that your degeneration has caused that fine girl...

Salus : *Cough* *cough*—Lord of the Banshees.
I'm impressed. It couldn't have been easy to get here.

「The Confessarius puts her hand on her neck wound. The blood that sprayed from it is slowly flowing back. 」

Salus : I should have been more careful, knowing that the sitting Lord of the Banshees is rather rebellious.

Ascalon : You're more dangerous than we expected.
Urgent situation. Interrogation out of the question. Kill her and leave.

Logos : I know.

「You see Logos's cold expression, and the incantation that obediently emerges from his tongue.
But you do not see Salus's fear, anger, any expression you might expect to see on one facing her own death.
You see only curiosity. 」

Salus : This is the Lord of the Banshees? The Elegiac Court? Indeed, these incantations are no less refined than that of your famous mother.
But... did you know?
Such refined runes, refined Arts... they are far from the Sarkaz's roots.

「She is backing up.
Behind her—
The statue of a Banshee towers above. 」

[The Banshee statue suddenly moves on its own and brought down its fist. ]

Logos : —
Ascalon!

「An instant before everything went black, you saw Ascalon grab Amiya, while Logos shielded you.
You saw the statue come to life.
You saw the Confessarius's eyes narrow, and saw her ring the death knell first. 」

[The cave collapses. ]

<Background 4>

Doctor : —!

Logos : Doctor.
We've left the cave. Ascalon is scouting the area.
Your right forearm is broken. I made a makeshift splint, but I'm no medic.

Doctor : What about Amiya?

Logos : Still unconscious. The Confessarius said something to the effect of "trapped in the myriad souls", but...
She's alive, at least.

「You turn around to see the Cautus girl lying peacefully under a tree, as if she is merely sleeping. 」

Logos : I can understand Ascalon's objection to your methods. She's concerned for more than just your safety.
But it's also true that you bought us time. The Confessarius and Amiya would be behind Londinium's walls by now, if not for your efforts.

Doctor : What of the Confessarius?

Logos : She got away.
Rock and earth, blood... and the wail of the Banshee.
Is this the Sarkaz that the Confessarii want? One so obsessed with bloodline and witchcraft?

Doctor : Their target is the King of Sarkaz.
We must inform Kal'tsit and Shining.

Logos : ...Wait.
The vapor around us...
...This can't be. Careful, Doctor. We may still be inside the enemy's trap.

Doctor : What is it? / I don't often see that look on your face.

Logos : This is not Victoria.
This is the Convallis of the Banshees.

Operation story: 13-4

Before operation

Summary

Hoederer, Ines and W intercept the Lich Ermengarde, but all four find themselves sucked into a bizarre mirage, one which offers them a view of a fragment of Sarkaz history from seven thousand years ago.

<Background black>

「Honestly, since coming to Victoria, my drafting work has been at a standstill. 」

「Back in my mercenary days, I spent most of my free time writing them. One book filled, a new book empty. Really, I had more to write than I physically could.
And yet, since joining the Military Commission, I haven't given those notebooks a flip-through in forever by now.
I obtained what seemed like a higher position and power. I wasn't directing a squad or two of mercenaries any longer; now they put the sand table of the whole battlefield before me.
And I grew more and more sick of what I'd written about.
I used to believe the most important test of an archivist's character was loyalty to their accounts.
Yet bit by bit, I came to discover these books had turned into echoes of wave after indistinguishable wave, reproductions of scene after scene of the same tragedy.
I'd been through this all with my own flesh, felt it all with my own soul. Why even make all this... vacant language and empty summary out of it?
I'd had enough. 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

「When did it happen, again?
I remember. Last year in September... last year, where the summer was exceptionally long. 」

Hoederer : General, the Mayor is dead.

Manfred : Your saber still drips with the blood.
If only the blades of the Military Commission and the mercenaries could be as swift.

Hoederer : As long as it's a weapon, there's no real difference.

「I remember the look he gave me in that moment.
But I'm still not sure what he really meant by it. 」

[Hoederer receives a call. ]

Hoederer : ...Roger.

[Hoederer signs off. ]

Hoederer : News just came from the mercs. The fourteen MPs in the plot to assassinate the Regent have been apprehended.

Manfred : And what stance are the other MPs taking?

Hoederer : They don't have one.

Manfred : I thought you'd be more direct about your methods.

Hoederer : If the Military Commission requires, I can execute every MP straight away.

Manfred : With our current situation, this will suffice. The airship is still under construction; we need just a little extra patience.
Pull your men out. The Nachzehrer King's legion has arrived.

Hoederer : ...Legion?

「My voice shakes a little. The Nachzehrer's legion.
Of all the "military powers" I'd met in war, the vast majority paled compared to that one name. The difference was heaven and earth. 」

Hoederer : When? How?
Whatever direction a Kazdel army enters Victoria from, they'd have to pass through major duchies. It wouldn't matter how they conceal themselves, that large a force could never—

Manfred : His Majesty has arrived at Londinium's suburbs. Two reorganized Royal Court units directly subordinate to him have been stationed outside the city.

Hoederer : ......
I understand. I'll order the mercs to withdraw.

Manfred : That Lt. Colonel Lettou had his talk with the Regent. He and his Defense Forces will soon be assuming control over all of Londinium's administrative affairs.
On the surface, Londinium will enter a state of semi-martial control led by the Defense Forces, owing to the "garrisoned rebellion".

Hoederer : Don't think that'll fool the Grand Dukes... their intelligence networks are well developed in the city. They'll definitely start mobilizing for war within the next few months.

Manfred : It won't take that long. It's exceedingly likely the quickest army will show up beneath Londinium's walls within twenty days.
But no fear. No matter who arrives first, they won't be hasty to act.
Any duke that dares march alone will become the common enemy of all, just as in the Duke of Windermere's failure of a raid two years ago.
Her high-speed warships didn't even succeed in launching from their berths before her own men obstructed her. It was ridiculous.

Hoederer : The Duke of Windermere... She's clever. She's been warning Parliament since the day the Regent first made contact with Victoria.

Manfred : Cavendish didn't just invite us to enter Londinium on his lonesome. Each and every duke was hoping to make a "military vassal" out of the Regent, an assistant to the thorns in their sides.
Understand? This Duke of Windermere is no exception. Behind the guise of the iron-fisted soldier, she obeys the game logic of aristocrats as much as the rest.
She was just the one most impatient to place us back in the toolbox.

Hoederer : From what I hear, Victoria's legendary Steam Knights don't exist anymore.

Hoederer : I'm a mercenary, General.
The Regent and Military Commission's scheme was a huge success. Pretty crazy. Somehow, the Sarkaz have a firm hold on Victoria's capital.
The dukes need an easy-to-cut-up army to put down dissidents, and Parliament is desperate for an "appropriate" defense, to avoid any more action like those two stupid dukes' adventures.

Manfred : You do have a nose for sniffing, Hoederer. Not a good quality for a serviceman.

Hoederer : In their eyes, the Sarkaz came fresh out of civil war on a silver platter, table ready, disposable.
Now, we've taken the industrial sector, leashed Parliament, and even The Shard will be under our control any day now. The Regent's taken Londinium, for real.
But we can't shunt this city off.
We can stir up conflict, but then what? We end up buried together with Londinium under a coalition of foreign militaries?
What is the Commission planning?

「I know I'm being a little too forward. But you draw suspicion by being too obedient.
Yet Manfred doesn't even turn to look at me. He's... flipping through a book.
Untitled. 」

Manfred : Do mercenaries have so many problems, Hoederer? Have I given you too much leeway?

Hoederer : I only need to know what the goal I'm serving is.

[Manfred sifts through the book's pages. ]

Manfred : The mercenaries I know have other tastes. Inquiring as to the more loose-pocketed employer, or mulling over how to waylay a Sankta caravan.

Hoederer : ...I just have different personal habits.

[Manfred closes the book. ]

Manfred : "Personal habits".

「The Military Commission general before me pries his gaze away from the book. I hear his position here isn't just for his service rank; I hear his relationship with Theresis is very special.
Which means, I have to be extra cautious.
I dip my head slightly, working to ensure I express enough respect and humility. 」

Manfred : Is your eye alright?

Hoederer : ...It affects my depth perception in sword combat. I'll get used to it ASAP.

Manfred : I received your interrogation records. The assassin was an Ines woman, a mercenary alike.

Hoederer : We sure didn't expect a Sarkaz like Ines to get bought out by Parliament, especially for a hit on the Regent.

Manfred : Ines is dead, and you lost an eye for it. You'll receive commendations from the Military Commission.

Hoederer : No commendations necessary.

Manfred : Then you'll receive payment, in mercenary fashion.
After all, you and Ines, and that lunatic with the W callsign, led an active mercenary unit for quite some time. The old Sarkaz of the Scar Market, their commendations for you are blinding.

Hoederer : ......

Manfred : Very decisive of you to kill her.

Hoederer : It's the only way a mercenary lives. We'll do anything to survive.

Manfred : Even gutting your own colleagues?

Hoederer : Even gutting our own colleagues.

Manfred : Then I'm sure one day you'll come to dispatch me. Won't you?

Hoederer : ......

Manfred : You asked me just now. What could the Military Commission be planning?
Our plan is only drawn up to the point war breaks out. As for what follows, that would be... their plan to make.
This place is the heart of hatred, and it will be buried by vengeance.
Just as you wrote in those booklets. Just as every war we've been through.

Hoederer : So you were...

Manfred : Never mind that. Carry on writing.
You've a heavy mission. Bear that responsibility.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background black>

「Now, the Military Commission's duty in Londinium is fulfilled. With a single activation of The Shard, the tempest of war will be unstoppable.
In which case, what more could Theresis want to do?
What more can we do? 」

<Background 2>

Ines : Done with your notes?

Hoederer : No, I wasn't writing anything.
Just giving this sword another polish. The mercenary claymore... I haven't used this thing in forever.

[Hoederer had changed to a new attire and just finished cleaning his greatsword. ]

W : You're so heartless.

Hoederer : If you want it, you can have it. A present from me to you.

W : A sword? Low efficiency, zero interest.

Ines : *sigh*... And you found the time to fix your hair?
Can't blame you, I guess. We're not going to have the time for hair gel like you did back in Londinium.

Hoederer : It's just more convenient this way.

Ines : You should've kept that outfit. Maybe you could keep acting the merc leader, treasure of the army?

W : What's that thing army guys say? It's your calling to serve?

Hoederer : A mercenary's calling is to get paid, not get bereavement. Knock it off and save your spittle, you two.
Defense perimeter, scouting radius. Is this the opening?

W : Until they started fighting, yeah.
As for now... they're marching. No matter how much the dukes hate each other's guts, this front's gonna close in sooner or later.
You're sure your guy's gonna pass this position? You can literally see The Shard's Catastrophe clouds from here.

Hoederer : The Catastrophe's landing point is the line of fire between the Duke of Wellington and the Nachzehrer King. Chances are the Iron Duke will retreat his front.
As for Windermere, she probably won't have the spare energy to deploy her own forces until she gets her daughter back inside a nomadic fortress.
My "guy" doesn't have a lot of exit routes from Londinium.

Ines : Wait. Incoming.
The shadow's very fast. It's like...
Er, a polygonal... yarn ball?

W : A what?

Ines : The overall shape is polygonal, but highly irregular.
It's Arts. High chance the naked eye can't follow it, or else she wouldn't make it here.

Hoederer : Target confirmed. We can only afford a little rough play.

[Hoederer runs after the object. ]

Hoederer : W—

「I turn back, and she's gone.
A second later, deafening explosions. 」

Hoederer : *sigh*... After her!

<Background fades out and in>

「The scale of the dust cloaks the entire surroundings, but we're not blind to what's either a sizable witchcraft vehicle or a bizarre aircraft.
As ever, W kicks off without restraint. If we did graze a Lich...
I brush away the smoke, but surprisingly, I feel myself hit something.
What is that? A wire?
Silk threads. Hanging crisscrossing from the void, then pressing into it again. 」

[A familiar Lich lady reveals herself. ]

??? : ...Mercenaries?
What a coincidence. Come at me, then.
This is where the strange sensations truly start.

「Her figure snaps into formlessness in an instant, threads swirling and fading. I thrust an arm out with all my strength, but grab at nothing but dust. 」

Ines : Did she run? I told you, you can't blow a Lich up with bombs.

Hoederer : No. She's still around.
We have to catch her.

[The trio goes after the Lich. ]

<Background black>

[The trio stops. ]

Ines : Something's not quite right. We never passed by any area like this.
Nothing here casts any shadow. Is it an illusion?

W : I think there's a bunch of big guys over there, right by the mountain.
Those are some crazy swords. How do they lift 'em?

「Mountain?
Wasn't this a plain?
I follow where W's looking. The haze gradually thins, and the scene becomes clear.
I gulp.
Practically everything about the battlefield leaves my mind. 」

<Background 3>

Sarkaz Traveler? : (In ancient Sarkaz) The ash-bleached city lies ahead. Let us hasten.
(In ancient Sarkaz) It will admit us. The children of the soil and stone have built city walls on Sorrow's Ground.
(In ancient Sarkaz) Kazdel. Each syllable is a bitter journey unto its own.
(In ancient Sarkaz) Where is it? From dreams we have departed, seeking to this day.
(In ancient Sarkaz) The age of exile has come to an end—

W : What are they saying?

Hoederer : It's an ancient Sarkaz dialect.
"Sorrow's ground". "Ash-bleached city". I'm having trouble with the rest—I can only guess.

W : I think they mentioned Kazdel too? Which one?

Sarkaz Traveler? : (In ancient Sarkaz) Diαblo Balor'sača of the Condemnor Clan and Qui'lon the Errant Overlord will meet us on our way.
(In ancient Sarkaz) Oh, and he is here too...
(In ancient Sarkaz) Gul'dul, "The King of Sarkaz"—

Hoederer : —

「I couldn't know these names better. I could almost recite their legends from memory.
The first line of Sarkaz I ever read was from the tale of these people, the epic transcribed time and time again, still handed down in Kazdel's slums to this day. 」

??? : What these shadows tell of is the second Kazdel that could be called a city.
After the very first Kazdel was laid to waste by the Elders and Ancients, there passed over a thousand years where Kazdel was no more than a tiny hamlet, a mass of thatch and wooden fencing.
Frail, easily destroyed, it was ravaged by the wills of colonizers again and again, and again and again the Sarkaz were sent into exile.
Until this moment, where the Sarkaz had once again accumulated strength, once again rebuilt... a true city.
They left the wastes that we now call Columbia, and came to the heartlands of Terra, and there they lived, and there they died.
And then... a betrayal. Another migration east. And before they'd gone far, the blue flames of fury were again betrayed.
It seems as if Sarkaz history were cursed from that moment on.
History's waves have rolled on, to this present day, where citadels are incessantly scrapped and rebuilt and still amble about in arm's reach.
But the names they speak, those are that city's first Kings of Sarkaz.

[The Lich lady reveals herself to be Ermengarde. ]

Ermengarde : The Kings of Sarkaz, seven thousand years ago.

「When did this Lich appear before us? How does she have this power?
I draw my sword, across my chest.
The Lich lifts a hand. 」

Ermengarde : How—
How did you produce these things?

Hoederer : ......

Ermengarde : Considering this Kazdel's historical significance and its impact on the generations to come, the legend of the Kings of Sarkaz have found such wide spread in song.
But these vagabonds? Even we lack for such trifling... er, accounts
This is scarcely even witchcraft... it is absolutely not. No Originium Arts could attain this degree of effect. Oh, or perhaps it could, but at the very least a historian would be needed.
Is it a trick of physics? A projector that forms images from the mist? When did our brother and sister gain such technology? How rude not to share!
Hm... no, it's off. These pictures are too close to the recorded truth. Be it a technological feat, whence came the material...?
So this is some kind of Arts, then...

「Her hand sways gently in the air, like she's feeling something, studying the colors before her and leaving us to our devices. 」

Ermengarde : But it's of no known category of Arts... it's highly likely, even, that it isn't Arts.
How very strange—a Feranmut? If Victoria wanted to tame a Feranmut for battle, it should've started long ago...

W : What's this bitch even doing?]

Ermengarde : It seems you are not Artists.
You are simply and purely the ones who blew up my beloved cube. It was very comfortable sitting in it.

Hoederer : Messenger to the Lich's Court, Lady Ermengarde, we deeply apologize for using such a method to contact you.

Ermengarde : ...I don't know what misconception you have of Liches, but honestly, I'm not that old. Stop kowtowing.

Hoederer : I fear this is not your Arts, either.

Ermengarde : I certainly don't have the knack to conjure a band of seven-millennium-old vagabonds.
Hm... what if I use Arts to stimulate it? Just the most basic, tiny tiny amount, of energetic irritation...

[Ermengarde channels her Arts. ]

<Background black>

「A squall whips up.
The vision before me recedes like the tide. The twisted scene returns to normality.
A bloodied boulder abruptly appears before us all. 」

<Background 4>

Ines : What is this?
I checked this area three days ago. There was nothing like this here.
Guys, we... Hey, Hoederer, W, snap out of it.

「Ines is fine, thank the stars.
My blood is boiling. 」

After operation

Summary

After the mirage fades, the four find a bloodied Arts Circle. Hoederer learns the Liches are preparing a piecemeal evacuation plan for Kazdel, then proposes to Ermengarde that he'll seize the "Lifeline", and use this transport method capable of vast ranges to help bring the Sarkaz back home.

「I've never felt my blood flowing so clearly through my own veins.
It surges about like crazy, shooting out through my limbs, then finally converging on my heart again.
At Rhodes Island, when the Medic operators were examining me, they wanted to inject me with... what was it called? I forget.
I sure gave them hell about that. I've got the Originium—I didn't want more random junk around in my body.
Well, fine. I get the message. We need all this blood to live.
It carries oxygen and yadda-yadda, whatever, Hoederer told me once.
But right now, I'm sick of it.
You're my blood, you little shit, so listen to me.
And if not, you can get the hell out of my body.
I feel for the dagger on my waist. 」

<Background 4>

W : *sighhhh*—

Ines : W, what the hell is wrong with you?!

W : Nothing. Just some bloodletting.

Hoederer : *sigh*...

Ermengarde : —

「Hoederer scrunches his brow. That Lich is giving her hat a death grip.
The racket finally dies down. No, actually, I guess we hardy bunch just got used to it. 」

Hoederer : Ines, are you alright?

Ines : Absolutely nothing's wrong with me. YOU guys explain.

W : I get it! These rocks don't work on chilly old hags. I bet Kal'tsit could dance a whole jig here.

Ines : I'd believe it. I'd also suggest you bandage that wound.

W : I cut surgical. Avoided the arteries.

Ines : So, this is an anti-Sarkaz installation? Something to do with the blood?
Sarkaz. Blood. Heh, there's a difficult guess.

Ermengarde : This witchcraft device... hasn't properly activated yet.
Hm... I drew past this area on the uneasy feeling I had. Here lies the main offender.
Little wonder the tutors are always so cautious with matters of Londinium.

W : So what if it does activate for real? All Sarkaz explode and die? And then the Sanguinarch throws our blood all over the Victorians?

Hoederer : No vehicle tracks in the vicinity... No signs it was transported.
They took these giant crystals, crossed all these miles, and then set them down here directly?
Somehow... this wouldn't be the first time I've heard of something like that.
Lady Ermengarde... I'm guessing you have nothing to do with this either.

Ermengarde : Naturally. Liches can't accomplish this sort of thing. The "space" we research isn't this one.

Hoederer : Also, if I'm not mistaken, you recognized me just now?

Ermengarde : Hoederer, was it...? I've had an eye on your books before. Some of your manuscripts are even in circulation among Leithanien's Sarkaz.

Hoederer : Do you have any leads for us?

Ermengarde : Why should I be helping you? You just blew up my little cube.

「Hrmph. The bitch just shot me a glance. 」

W : Hey, you don't know how much I'm holding back from stuffing a bomb in that chest cavity of yours.

Ermengarde : Mm-hm. Are all Sarkaz mercenaries so eager to die these days?

「If she says one more word, I'm seriously gonna do it. 」

Ermengarde : Forget it.
Let's talk about that illusion just now.
That was a vestige... a spatial one, a temporal one.
Were you looking for vehicle tracks just now? That illusion was it. Some kind of special Arts is affecting this place.

Hoederer : But that wasn't Originium Arts, and it wasn't Sarkaz witchcraft.

Ermengarde : These Arts Circles are related to the Vampires, and the illusion was definitely related to the Arts Circles, but there's no direct line connecting them.
Perhaps... these are leads you can use?

Hoederer : What position are the Liches taking?

Ermengarde : The same as ever: we've made no promises.

Hoederer : But we have an informant telling us, Kazdel has... had Liches showing up too. You usually never make appearances in Kazdel.

Ermengarde : ...Oh?
You left Babel, joined an Infected organization, then ended up in Londinium, and you've still kept an intelligence net up in Kazdel?
Are you really just a mercenary? I feel like with your competences, you could get hooked up as a Gesatzswächter in Leithanien, relatively speaking. Oh, except your Arts is a little mediocre.

Hoederer : Personal habits.

Ermengarde : Mm-hm... "Personal habits."
In a battlefield this extensive, how do you think you'd stop me if I did want to leave without a whisper?

Hoederer : You were... looking for us too?

Ermengarde : Technically. I'm a little interested in you. Specifically you.

Ines : Do you Sarkaz always have to talk in riddles?

「Score one interruption from Ines. She's getting impatient, nice.
Let her draw everyone's attention while I kill this son-of-a-Lich dead. 」

Ermengarde : Given you get news from Kazdel, that naturally means our siblings act's just been feigning ignorance.
We need, mm, to give Theresis some... flex room. We're taking control of Kazdel right now. Everyone's come to Victoria, so someone's got to look after the place.

W : What flex room? Are you gonna hold a celebratory feast?

Ermengarde : Yes, that's the first part of the plan. Then we declare national foundation day, and so on.

W : ......

Ermengarde : Haha, no more jokes now—
—That is just the first part of the plan.
Theresis and Theresa have no plans for evacuation at all. It seems they really do want Londinium to be the battlefield for a face-off against all the lands.
We have no idea what's giving them so much confidence, but if it's their plan, brother and sister, then they must have some means in place already.
So, if they do succeed—then that means we'll have to rebuild Kazdel, rebuild the Sarkaz's haven.

Hoederer : ...And if they fail?
If the Sarkaz fail here, then we'll lose an entire generation of youth, and maybe every youth that was to come.
After the expedition of two hundred years ago, most nations had no clue about the present state of Kazdel. They weren't even interested.
Until all this, a lot of Victorian worthies believed Kazdel was just a pile of ruins.
But before the civil war, with Her Highness Theresa's establishment, Kazdel had a nascent nomadic city.

W : Until Theresis messed the whole thing up. Now Kazdel's just this supergiant witchcraft tractor, the kind that's got bolts and parts popping off it while it trundles along.

Hoederer : Kazdel wouldn't stand up to anything you could call a war, but the Regent just so happens to be starting one.
Once it begins, every spy will have made contact with Kazdel. How will those nations sitting on the fence... regard the Sarkaz within the territory?

Ermengarde : Alright, you're a pessimist. Good, so am I.
So, part two of the plan—the Liches hanging back in Kazdel have formulated the plans to break the place up.
If Theresis fails, Kazdel will immediately be split into pieces, maybe a dozen or more...
Taking their affiliated residents, as per the apportioned, er, "clan" units, off to hide deep in the barrens.
Route-planning, balanced production, and ensuring Kazdel becomes a nomadic city isn't without meaning. To the Sarkaz, the enmity of the rest of mankind is a Catastrophe.
Kazdel will greet another age of exile.

「Again with the exile.
What kind of crap is this? As if we're not exiles already? Did I miss some nomadic city where we all live happy lives sipping afternoon tea, watching the Catastrophe clouds roll by? 」

Hoederer : ......
The Sarkaz are strongly united at this point. Not at all the way I hoped... but purely in terms of endpoint, Theresis has done it.
But unity could mean more than just another vengeful massacre.

Ermengarde : Despite that unity being founded on hatred and war? That's no easy ask, Hoederer, my brother.

Hoederer : ......

Ermengarde : Kazdel is more than a city. It's every person who calls it home.
In the original plan, Kazdel didn't need that many inhabitants... and they wouldn't let us take that many away, anyway.

Hoederer : We have to end this war in Victoria. The sooner, the better.
If we can't take back hate, then the least we can do is turn it to fuel, to cast the supports of Kazdel.
And every life, to the Kazdel of the future, may well be vital.

Ermengarde : Easily said for you—

Hoederer : We just touched on a method for moving supplies and people over long distances. That might be what we've been after this whole time—what serves as the Military Commission's "lifeline" in Londinium.
I'll find it, and seize it. It was able to bring us to Londinium, so... it can take us home too.
Before everyone's buried six feet under.

Ermengarde : ...Mm.
I...
You aren't certain to succeed. You're just a mercenary.

Hoederer : "A place to call home: somewhere you can always return to."

W : ......

「Theresa.
All this time, I've been trying to keep that name separate from this war.
Her Highness...
How can a war just like before let anyone rest in peace?
Haha, I bet it's just some diversion by that Theresis bastard. He killed Her Highness, and he's still blaspheming her.
I'll make him beg forgiveness on his hands and knees.
And once he's done, then I'll turn his skull into fireworks. 」

Ermengarde : Finding you was the right choice. I'll take your plans as the stance of... Babel's survivors, and inform the Liches.

Hoederer : Thank you.

Ermengarde : But you blew up my cube! How do you want me to get back, on foot?

Ines : Eight kilometers northwest, there's a Sarkaz transport camp. Go and steal their car.
Need us to help?

Ermengarde : Forget it.
I don't want her catching me again and finding out I've been making deals with you on the sly.
So, good luck to you, and may you... still be alive to make good on your promise after meeting her.

[Ermengarde leaves. ]

「"Her"?
Hold on. 」

W : Are you guys getting this... familiar feeling?

Ines : What are you talking about?

<Background fades out>

「What AM I talking about? I have no idea.
Dammit, Hoederer should be the one saying moody crap like this.
But still, what's bugging me? 」

<Background fades in>

「Not far off, there's someone sitting on a mountain peak. Just on the edge of where that original illusion vanished.
She's just sitting there, like she doesn't have a care in her heart.
Her long pink hair draped over her shoulders, as it always was.
And that look in her eyes, that... sorrowful...
I look away. 」

<Background fades out>

「How is this happening?
How, how, how...?
No, that's no illusion...
The moment I saw her, I knew it wasn't.
That's her. 」

<Background fades in>

W : ...Your Highness?

「She's gone.
No, forget it.
Maybe I should save it for next time.
Besides... she couldn't have been real anyway.
She just... really, really looked like her. An indistinguishable forgery. Able to fool almost any pair of screwy, messed-up eyeballs. 」

Operation story: 13-5

Before operation

Summary

Having saved the Doctor and Amiya, Logos's group encounter a mirage of their own. Logos finds the Convallis of the Banshees within, and recalls his oath to his mother as he became Lord of the Banshees. The group come across a logistical squad headed by Paprika, and commander its vehicle.

「The fog grows thicker. The entire forest seems to swim in it.
I'll confess, I'm not so familiar with Kazdel at all. By the end of the Banshee's Court's part in the war two hundred years ago, I was gone from that city. It was in the Convallis of the Banshees I came of age.
I had asked my mother why, being one of our "Six Heroes", she would choose to leave Kazdel, the city she once fought to the bitter end for.
My mother issued no response at the time; she plucked a few reeds from the riverbank, and wove a necklace for me. Their stems twisted about each other, head to tail, tail to head.
It was beautiful, and I treasured it in the most genuine sense. Yet very soon, it withered and faded, and fell to scattered pieces.
My mother told me how this was the Banshees' most traditional artform. We weave song and incantation, just as we weave necklaces of grass.
But now, we had the entire Convallis.
They needed not be foraged, needed not be bothered, and so year after year, they grew forever.
We Banshees sang our elegies, but the elegies were no supplication of the end; rather, they were anticipation of new life.
There is the Sarkaz's need—not to hold a dead city standing, but to grow. 」

<Background 1>

[Logos looks around the swampy area. ]

Logos : This is a highly disconcerting environment, Doctor. We were in the thick of a forest only moments ago.
What laid before us became nothing alike as the fog settled in.
A... convallis.

[The Doctor asks Logos, ]

「Is this all an illusion, Logos? 」

「The Doctor is considerably wounded, but their tone of voice is steadied once more.
Ascalon silently carries the still-unconscious Amiya, taking the very front.
She remains as ever, lips sealed. But I can sense that her current silence is a more... bleak one than before.
I remember, at the time of her hurried rendezvous with me, that flicker of an expression I found hard to discern. 」

Logos : Mirages are spin from nothingness. Their scenes are mere fictions in the mind, bound to return to nihil no matter how lifelike.
But this place is not.
Everything here truly did exist, once upon a time.
Constructing a "mirage" like this requires not just intelligence and information, but time, and space.
It's too difficult.

[Logos blows his bone whistle. ]

「A bone whistle? 」

「I know this Convallis.
I've always loved it. 」

Logos : Yes, the whistle of the Banshees. It doesn't necessarily entail Originium Arts.
When we were young, we'd learn it by the riverside. We'd sit among the underbrush, and wait still. Until great fin gobbled small bug, until fowlbeast snatched up great fin.
That is when the bone whistle is played.
I'm trying.
Originium Arts hasn't this power. The power this is of can only be something more ancient.
But it shouldn't come about in this battlefield at this moment, not on Londinium's periphery.

Ascalon : Everything we're seeing and hearing could pass for real. Our squad is not in good condition. We need to up our vigilance.

「At the Convallis's other end, there seems to stand someone, dead still, silent. 」

[Logos recognizes the one standing ahead. ]

Logos : ...Mother.

「Logos, what's wrong? 」

Logos : ...Nothing.
I say try to tear this landscape apart directly. It carries some risk, but it's the best solution.
I don't know whether it'd be safe to leave this place, Ascalon.

「Ascalon nods, handing Amiya over to the Doctor, who strains to hold her up by the arm that isn't hurt.
Ascalon, master assassin, vanishes in a blink into the mist.
I shut my eyes and prepare, conceiving of destruction, imagining reconstruction.
But the figure appears again, this time atop one of the Convallis's crests. She seems to be looking at me, but she is as if a thin slice of the past, stuck frozen in some older time.
I know that crest full well. When I was young, I would practice incanting there, until twilight fell, and she would show up behind me.
I would never know when exactly she had come, but she would just stand there, as she does now in this mirage.
And once I exhausted myself, we would go home together.
I feel for my bone whistle. It's cold as bale ice. Just like the time I was first given it.
Not long ago, I sounded it to the closure of Damazti's Court.
But the time before that, that was back in this Convallis. 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background fades out and in>

Logos : I'll be leaving tomorrow, for Babel.

Banshee : Yes.
You're master of the Elegiac Court now. Remember to send Her Highness Theresa my greetings.

Logos : It still doesn't feel real to me, Mother.
I'm too young to be master of a Royal Court.

Banshee : Now, now, what makes you say that? Anyone could see how remarkable you are.

[Logos' mother hands something to him. ]

Banshee : Keep this safe.

Logos : Oh...

Banshee : Your bone whistle. I've tuned it for you, and given it a Royal Court crest.
And of course, a kiss full of magic too.

Logos : ...Alright.

Banshee : Simply sound it, and all the Sarkaz will know it as the will of the Knell.

Logos : ......
Mother, what should a Lord of the Banshees do?

Banshee : Do what you believe you must.

Logos : I once talked to you about those... ravings of mine.
The fettered Sarkaz have no escape, just as the necklaces you used to weave together for me became naught but pieces in the end.
Yet what fetters us is our identity, to what we belong.
The "Royal Court", and perhaps, "The King of Sarkaz".

Banshee : ......

Logos : But still you bestow this aspect on me.

Banshee : Our rotting bones will never again be given new life, should annihilation reach its destination.
And yet... that is the rule.
We sound the Knell for all, for others, for ourselves.
But it is a necessary burden.
If you feel our timeworn inheritance has been reduced to naught but a stepping stone to new life, then it is for you to ascertain that yourself.
Supposing that does not change your mind—
—then "from death comes new life".

「I rest the whistle to my lips. 」

Logos : ...*exhale*.

Banshee : My, my, now, well done.
Oh tender little Lord of the Banshees, for whom does your first fledgling Knell toll?

Logos : ...For myself.
For the Royal Court that would rot, past and future all.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background fades out and in>

Logos : ......

「The Sarkaz must write a new verse. 」

[Logos prepares himself... ]

Logos : "What meaning is there in a stagnant landscape?"

[...and channels his oral Arts, suddenly causing the landscape to warp itself before... ]

<Background 2>

Ascalon : This is...

Logos : The Vampire's witchcraft.
But the Vampire could never construct the landscape we were just in. I fear there's some other presence helping him.

「What is the Vampire planning to do with these Arts Circles? 」

「Laboring to keep Amiya supported, the Doctor lifts their head with some worry, taking in the giant, sanguine-colored crystals. 」

Logos : The loop here isn't even complete. But... some of its symbols are legible.
"PURIFY".
It's trying to affect our blood somehow. Affect Sarkaz blood.
This Artistry... is tied to the Sarkaz's power.

「The Doctor gives no response, seemingly lost in thought. 」

[A Sarkaz girl threw a rock at the Doctor. ]

??? : Hey!

「Heh, they finally ran out of patience.
I detected them long ago; a handful of boorish wanderers. The derangement of our spacetime was masking their figures, and now, with the mist abated, they finally show themselves. 」

[Ascalon goes after the girl... ]

「Already, the silver glint in Ascalon's hand has cut across their necks, while bone-writ incantation blocks their attack.
A clump of dirt? It's crude as a child would be. 」

Ascalon : —

「Wait! 」

[Ascalon restrains the girl... ]

??? : I told you they were real!

[...who is revealed to be Paprika. ]

Paprika : Those ghosts were the real deal!

「Ah, it is a child. 」

「Is that you...? 」

「Does the Doctor know this Sarkaz girl? 」

Paprika : Uhh...
You're that, uh, "Doctor", right? I saw you once in the munitions factory in Highbury!
What are you doing here?
And the knocked-out Cautus, and... Sarkaz?

「You were supplying goods to refugees in Norport. 」

Paprika : How did you know that?!
Don't—Don't let it slip! I was just, uhh—
I don't think that Cautus girl is looking too good, is she? And your arm is all...
I, um, I'm gonna guess you guys are... fine hanging out with these Sarkaz?

Weary Sarkaz : I think we ended up back where we came. But did we do it for real this time?

Fierce Sarkaz : I've met enough haloed monster things for one day. This is out of whack.

Weary Sarkaz : Paprika, what are you talking to the ghosts for?

Fierce Sarkaz : One... in a hood, one unconscious bunny, and a Sarkaz?

Paprika : No! Driver, they're real!

"Driver" : As in real?

「This Sarkaz steps up to me, skeptically looking me up and down.
I can tell with a glance that she's never taken the battlefield. Her hands are callused in the wrong places.
Just now, did the young Paprika girl call her Driver? 」

Logos : Hello.

"Driver" : Blaagh!
Miner, come check this out, it's real!

"Miner" : Your... your clothes must've cost some money, didn't they?

[An astute Sarkaz joins in. ]

Astute Sarkaz : Maybe take a closer look! No, never mind, trust you Ursus bumpkins not to know.

"Miner" : Quit it with the "ooh I'm from Kazdel" already, Shopkeep, like you matter! All you do there is run a grocery store!
Oh, wait, forgot, you sold your store so you come pick fights out here! Ha!

"Shopkeep" : Shape UP a little! Stop getting carried away in front of people!
Hello, hahah... you may have met me in Kazdel before. My grocery store was a fairly popular one...

「The man nicknamed Shopkeep rubs his hands, eyeing me with ingratiation.
His dagger is equipped with an auxiliary Originium Arts control apparatus; never an affordable piece of kit. A shame it's all-new, dagger itself included. 」

"Shopkeep" : You... must be part of the Royal Court, yes? I can tell by your regalia... I take it you're the—Child of Soil and Stone?

「......
So he hasn't the first clue about any Court at all. 」

Logos : ...I am the Banshee.

"Driver" : A boy Banshee? I thought Banshees were meant to be all girls?

Logos : Correct.

"Driver" : Huh. Never heard about any boy Banshee while I was in Kazimierz... uh, not that I mean to be impolite or, you know...
Paprika, you're friends with celebrities like him and you never told us?!

Paprika : Uh... no, I dunno if we know each other...

Logos : Are you moving things?

「Inside their truck, I notice an uncovered spot, where a few blood-streaked crystals are poking out. 」

Logos : Where are you transporting these goods to? Aren't these ritual materials?

Paprika : Er... I don't really know how to explain. We're just patrolling along our route map, 'cause some Arts Circles might be a little damaged, and we need to repair them.

「The Doctor makes brief eye contact with me. I have some inkling. A Sarkaz truck—a vehicle that can take us through the battlefield.
With Amiya's current condition, we won't be rendezvousing with the main unit on foot.
I can sense Ascalon all set to go in the shadows, ready to strike at the amateur squad before us.
But evidently, the Doctor already has a better idea. 」

「Noble Banshee, sire, we won't cross the battlefield alive at this rate. I beg you, just let us go. 」

Logos : ......

「I can comprehend the Doctor's gist, but... I'm really not well-versed when it comes to this. 」

Logos : ......
I commandeer your transport squadron. We are on a special mission of the utmost nature, but were assailed en route. For your assistance, I will memorialize you forevermore.

"Shopkeep" : Haha, it'd be our honor to serve a member of the Royal Court, Your Highness!
It's just... being "memorialized" by a death-tolling Banshee... doesn't seem like much of a fortune. Could you...

[Logos threw a coin at the Shopkeep. ]

Logos : Here is your payment.

「Thank you, coins that Mechanist stuffed in my bag. 」

"Shopkeep" : Haha! Thank you, sire!

Paprika : But our transport duty...

Logos : I'll explain to your superiors afterwards.

"Miner" : A special mission? Why bring these two outbloods along?

Logos : ...They are my captives.

Paprika : Captives? But you, um...
......
Okay... but once this is over, you guys are gonna come see General Manfred with me.
For now, we'll go sort out some positions.

「The Doctor comes to my side, voice grave. 」

「Logos, figure out a car for Ascalon too.
The Confessarii attack was no simple one. They and the Vampire were working together, but in the process, they estranged Amiya from the ship. 」

Logos : Doctor, are you worrying?

「Closure and the Self-Salvation Corps troops don't have any suitable combat personnel between them. Kal'tsit's wounded. Shining's powerful, but the Confessarii are sure to have methods prepared just for her. 」

Logos : ...I understand.

「The state Amiya's in may not be curable with medication. What she needs most right now, before she comes to, is not to fall into the Confessarii's line of sight.
Operating under this squad's support will be safer.
I'll get Ascalon to back up Kal'tsit. We've got you here. 」

「The Doctor looks at the sanguine Arts Circles. A pit forms in their stomach.
Say no more. I know far too well. 」

Logos : These crystals... aren't just simple Originium.

After operation

Summary

Siege and Delphine lead the abandoned Windermere troops and refugees across the battlefield. Shearer wants them to pick up the pace and catch up with the nomadic fortress, but Siege refuses. Trilby Asher finds them and leaves behind an SOS message.

「Do you know what the cruelest thing in the world is?
Neither total darkness, nor endless torment, nor a dark alley filled with murderers.
It is when a gentle hand pulls you out of a nightmare, just as you thought it was over, and all the pain would come to an end.
Only for you to realize that salvation was just a cruel joke, a brief respite before falling further into the darkness.
Even greater suffering is gazing upon you, within a stone's throw.
And you are powerless before such mockery. 」

<Background 3>

Siege : Delphine, do you want to... join us?
The Duke of Windermere's coffin is being transported to the approaching battleships. Some of the refugees have taken it upon themselves to organize a funeral procession, in their gratitude.

「She keeps looking at the place where her mother had fallen, even though any trace of blood is long gone.
It may not be a good idea to invite her now...
I'm already starting to regret it. 」

Delphine : Can you thank them for me, Vina? I... I want to stay here a while longer.

Siege : What did they say to you?

Delphine : Nothing, I'll just stay for a little longer and cool my head.
The Swordguards boarded the late-arriving escort fleet. Most of them kept silent while the nobles panicked.
......
A moment's weakness, when I tried to help that soldier...
The Vampire reached out his hand. Whether it was an obvious trap or not... mother was wounded because of it.
Broken formation and fallen soldiers. Swordguards do not defend their duke. Their only goal is to fulfill their mission—
—But they faced a foe powerful beyond their imagination.
......

Siege : Delphine...

Delphine : The staff officers think there was too much personal sentiment in this reckless operation. They never supported it.
They must believe... that I'm the reason Mother died.
"A hero should not die for the weak."
And they're right.

Siege : ......

「I gaze at the late-arriving battleships, their standards flying high.
For some reason, I am reminded of Allerdale. 」

Shearer : I've cleaned your wounds as best I can, Lady Delphine. This is all I can do with the limited amount of medicine available.

Delphine : Thank you, doctor.

Shearer : I must go. The general staff have ordered all troops to report back.
I've left behind some things that belong to you.
These were the Duke's gifts to you... and you have her sword.
This may sound impudent, but I hope that you will come back to Irnclad Galavae with us.
Whatever the senior officers say, nothing can change the fact that you are the heir to the title of Duke Windermere.

Delphine : ......
I'll think about it... right now, I just want some quiet.

<Background 4>

[Siege returns to the cargo hold. ]

Siege : How are things?

Indra : They took a bunch of people, but many more remain.
So, that rough mum really...

Siege : Yes.
Ironic, isn't it? The Duke has trained her officers well.
Even now, the general staff of Windermere continue to plot the next course of action according to the plan.
But...

Morgan : What about Delphine?

Siege : It seems like the snobbish officers are planning to abandon her.
I don't know. I'm even worried what they might do to Delphine as the "heir".

「Heir. 」

Siege : She... she's not ready.

Dagda : Duke Windermere was a strong leader. Her Swordguards, her general staff, they all serve the greater good of Victoria alone.
But she herself...
She made an admirable, but reckless decision, for the sake of her daughter.

Indra : That decision saved a bunch of lives, though, didnnit?

Dagda : I'm not criticizing her! I respect her!
But it means that Delphine is being abandoned by what her mother, Duke Windermere, built on her own.

Indra : Oh...

Morgan : What do we do now?
They took some of the refugees. Can we really trust them? Do we follow the tails of the nobles in the coming battle?

Siege : They didn't take everyone?
That's not right. If this one ship could take everyone, there's no reason that so many battleships couldn't—

[The battleship starts moving. ]

Morgan : What's that movement? I thought the ship's engines were out.

<Background black>

「Dust rises from the escort fleet that has only just rendezvoused with us.
They're sailing away. 」

<Background 3>

Siege : Delphine!

「She stands on the deck, where her mother left this world, holding her mother's sword in her arms, as she did before I went below.
The wind sweeps at her short hair. Her solitude makes her look even smaller than she is. 」

Siege : What's going on—

「I grab her shoulder. Only then does she come out of her stupor.
I see none of the anger, fear, or sorrow that I expected to see. She's wearing barely any emotion at all.
Only calm, flat disappointment, and a quiet so deep it is painful to see. 」

Delphine : They're gone.

「Her voice trembles a little.
But it's still too calm. 」

Siege : There are civilians down below waiting to see the Duke of Windermere's coffin off!
Those bastards didn't mind running innocent people over?!

Shearer : What's going on?!
That's wasn't part of the orders! Maybe there was a miscommunication...
We still have a few good IFVs. We need to head back to Irnclad Galavae and get confirmation!

<Background black>

「Pah.
I've never gazed upon the tail of a battleship so intently.
How ridiculous. 」

<Background 5>

「The marks that the rain of blood left on our clothes is a lingering reminder of that cruel attack.
Several hours have passed since we left the Duke of Windermere's flagship.
Bad news keeps coming. We did a head count as we left the ship. The Doctor, Amiya and Ascalon were not there.
We only had time to do a brief search, which came up empty.
All I can do is keep faith in their strength. But for some reason, I think back to Amiya's lean shoulders.
Sorrow and helplessness are luxuries that this group can no longer afford. 」

Victorian Officer : Stop dawdling!

Norport Refugee : I... I really can't go any further...

Victorian Officer : I'll whip you if I have to!
Get up! Stay with the armor if you want to live!

Norport Refugee : I... I need to catch my breath, sir... I have a condition...

Victorian Officer : ......
No dawdling. This isn't just about your life—

[Siege grabs the officer. ]

Victorian Officer : Hands off, Norport hoodlum. I'm just carrying out my orders.

Siege : They're not trained soldiers. They've been at a forced march for five straight hours. They don't have any strength left.

Victorian Officer : Then they can lie down and die.
We're trying to save their lives! Everything can still be salvaged, if we make it back to Irnclad Galavae.

Siege : They need to stop and rest.

Victorian Officer : I said—

Siege : It's not just for them. It's for you too, Ensign. I know your condition.
Not many soldiers were left behind, but I know almost all of you are Infected—

Victorian Officer : Shut up!

[The officer tries to slash Siege, who easily parries it with her warhammer. ]

Siege : I'll let that slide... this once.
You're Duke Windermere's man. Do not let your actions defile her memory.

Victorian Officer : I—

「Infection, a curse they fear more than any other.
Catch up to the ship that abandoned them. Hide the growing black crystals under the bandage.
Fool yourself. 」

Victorian Officer : I'm sorry... It's just, don't say that blasted word!
I'm fine... I'm fine!

[Shearer joins in. ]

Shearer : I said to keep a low profile on the barrens and avoid drawing Sarkaz attention.

Victorian Officer : Sir, I...

Siege : It's getting dark. The civilians trying to keep up with you need to rest, Lieutenant.

Shearer : No. We continue the march as planned.
We can reach Hill 31 by midnight at our current pace.
We'll reestablish communication with Irnclad Galavae there. Only once we're in touch with the nomadic fortress are we truly safe.
If we wait until morning, I doubt this group is ready to face the Sarkaz and—

Siege : You're the ranking officer and de facto commander here, and the ship's doctor.
You know as well as I do that we're trying to catch a fast battleship with our own feet and a few tanks.

Shearer : ......

Siege : I respect your decision, Lieutenant, but we don't even know why those battleships left.
If they didn't respond to your hails at the time, why do you think the fortress will open its gates to us?
I checked on the group. We have less than three companies of combat-effective soldiers, and nearly a thousand refugees following in tow.
By the time the march that you had in mind is done, there will be less than twenty percent left.

Shearer : Vina, right? Listen—

「He avoids my gaze. 」

Siege : I mean twenty percent of your soldiers.
And none of the refugees.

Victorian Officer : Sir... (whisper)

「I need not hear what they're saying. I saw what happened.
Someone bled his last in the long, silent wall of people.
He left behind a long trail of blood, mixed in with the mud.
The Lieutenant's silence hardly lasts two breaths. 」

Shearer : Slow down a little...
We'll keep going—

「Idiot. 」

[Siege clenches her fist, and... ]

「My fist leaves its mark on his face.
I heard a crisp sound. I think I dislocated his jaw. 」

Shearer : ...Argh...

「He quickly puts his jaw back in place. Must have dealt with this sort of thing a lot. 」

Shearer : You assaulted a soldier, hooligan.
I could have you executed, according to Victorian Service Law.
You—

[Siege punches Shearer again, knocking him to the ground. ]

Siege : Stand up.
You could try to execute me. Or we can keep going.

「The fist is a solution that can only be used once in a while.
Dagda, Morgan, and Indra stand in front of the soldiers on edge.
The civilians surround us silently.
It reminds me of how we used to fight turf wars on the streets. 」

Shearer : Stand down! Do NOT open fire!

Siege : ......

Shearer : They called you Siege, didn't they? They were telling stories that you're actually highborn or something, and with that accent...

Siege : I'm a hooligan... leader of the Glasgow Gang.

Shearer : Fine, I don't care. Listen, I'm a soldier who has pledged his loyalty to the Duke of Windermere...
My duty is to fulfill the mission handed down by my commander!

[Siege punches Shearer. ]

Siege : I'm waiting for you to wipe the blood from your mouth.
Give up. Your elbow is about to dislocate.

Shearer : Some... sacrifices are acceptable in order to protect the many.

[Siege punches Shearer again. ]

Siege : And just who are the many?
Have you taken a good look at who you're leading?!

Shearer : I...

「Frightened soldiers, silent civilians, the Infected, the wounded.
The people standing around us. 」

Siege : ......
I'd had enough.
I want to tell them, those who escaped hell in Norport...
I'm still looking out for them. There's still someone who cares about them.
Might makes right. Law of the streets, Lieutenant.

Shearer : ......

Siege : I'm telling you now that they're going to make camp here, and they're going to rest. We must reconsider our course of action.

Shearer : If we're cut off from the main force at Irnclad Galavae, everyone is going to die when we run into the Sarkaz. Every last one—

Delphine : Enough.
Don't insult the memory of the Duke of Windermere any more, Lieutenant Shearer, if you still think you're part of her army.

Shearer : How could you—

「Delphine clutches the hilt of her sword.
It surprises me. Even more than it surprises Lieutenant Shearer. He's surprised, and angry.
I'm suddenly reminded that he had provided medical aid to everyone on the ship, before Irnclad Galavae abandoned us. 」

Siege : Delphine. Your clothes, and the sword...

[Delphine, now donning an officer's attire and carrying the late Duke of Windermere's sword, joins in. ]

Delphine : A little big for me, is it?
But I need you all to hear me out.

<Background fades out and in>

Siege : Is the Lieutenant leaving?

Delphine : Yes. They formed a small squad and picked the tank in best condition. He can leave at any time.
That squad will travel light and quick. They can reach the marked location before dawn.

Siege : You put those clothes on.

Delphine : Maybe what they represent still means something to someone.

[Shearer walks toward Delphine. ]

Shearer : I've spoken to my troops, Lady Delphine. They will follow your orders until I return.
For the last time, my lady, you're the heir to Windermere. No matter what happens, you should come with us—

Delphine : Sorry, but I must stay.
This was my promise to the people. They need to know that Victoria has not abandoned them.
They need this hope to keep going... we can only trust each other now. We must trust each other.
If the departure of the escorts was just a misunderstanding or a mutiny by a few, then Irnclad Galavae will welcome us, whether I'm there or not.
And if not...

「The Lieutenant's eyelid twitches. Delphine's words are certainly subversive. 」

Delphine : My presence will only make things worse. At least you'll live.

Shearer : My lady! It's not my own hide that I'm concerned—

Delphine : They let me go the first time, perhaps out of respect for my mother, perhaps out of a sense of... pity. But they won't give me a second chance.

Shearer : ......
I trust my comrades, and the officers' loyalty to the Duke.
Please take this locating beacon, Lady Delphine. I promise to bring back good news.
As for you...

「The man gazes calmly at me. I clench my fist, preparing for a sucker punch. 」

Shearer : ...You've got some hard knuckles. Take care of Lady Delphine.

Siege : Cheers, Lieutenant.

[Shearer leaves. ]

<Background 6>

Dagda : Siege, we checked up on the refugees from Norport.
Perhaps the Duke of Windermere had given orders behind our backs... things were chaotic when we boarded the ship, and we couldn't find the one who executed the order.
Regardless, their screening was impeccable. There is no sign of Infection amongst the refugees in the group.
But now...

「I look in the direction where the Lieutenant departed.
Of course. 」

Dagda : Many soldiers who fought amidst Sarkaz witchcraft are showing acute Infection symptoms.

Siege : These soldiers got Oripathy fighting the Sarkaz. How could their comrades just abandon them like that?

Delphine : It's an old military tradition. And not a strictly Victorian one; it's the same in Kazimierz, Ursus, Gaul.
The Infected are not allowed in camps. More conscientious commanders might put the Infected in their own unit, and send them on the most dangerous missions.
But for the military, there's far too much uncertainty in the Infected and their uncontrolled Arts.

Siege : Some must have resisted.

Delphine : No one ever succeeded. Looking back on history, the Infected make up a relatively small portion of armies in times of war. Acceptable losses in exchange for stability on the front lines.
It's even in the textbooks of the Royal Military Academy.
It's just—

??? : "The honorable martyrs who died for the glorious foundation."

[Delphine and Siege raised their weapons as a Trilby Asher reveals himself. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Now, now, no need to get violent, ladies.
I'm here to talk.

<Background fades out and in>

"Trilby Asher" : First, let me make clear that the death of Her Grace Duke Windermere has nothing to do with the part of Victoria that I serve.
In fact, I bring my sincerest condolences, Lady Delphine. My own position aside, I believe she glowed brighter than any hero in the Battle of the Four Emperors.
But now, who will fill the gap that her death leaves behind? Who can step up to take her place in the grand strategic theater?
Duke Wellington is an accomplished soldier, but we all know he has no intention of giving his all.
Duke Caster has her hands full coordinating everything. Frankly, the death of Duke Windermere is a big, big problem.

Delphine : You sure got the news quickly, didn't you?

"Trilby Asher" : Well, it's my business to know. You'd be familiar... with our line of work.

Delphine : What are you here for?
I suggest you think carefully about the next words coming out of your mouth.

"Trilby Asher" : ......
Flowers for the hero, Lady Windermere, and a gift of rations and ammunition.

Siege : In exchange for?

"Trilby Asher" : You know full well, Your Royal Highness.

Siege : The scrap of metal known as the Sighs of Kings.
To be honest, I have no use for this sword, personally.
You want to trade, sure.
My conditions are simple—
Take that damnable Stone of the Sword of yours, and bring it to the front lines, where the storm blows the fiercest, where fire falls the hardest.

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Siege : You can get lost if your plan is to keep this sword safely in the rear, to prop up a tent for kings and nobles to drink tea beneath.
If you really will bring this thing to the lines, and provide shelter for Victoria's warriors, citizens, and the poor souls who have lost their homes...
If it is a shelter for all, whether the son of a blacksmith or the daughter of a teacher, whether they take pay in the name of Victoria or carry weapons of their own making...
Then, by all means, you can have this piece of metal.
Come to me with the Stone of the Sword, Trilby Asher. I promise that I will never fall behind you on the front lines, not by a single step.

"Trilby Asher" : Oh my.
This is beyond my discretion. I'm just an envoy, after all. Her Grace the Duke of Caster has the final decision.

Siege : Then go to your master. Come back to me once you have an answer from my dear aunt.

"Trilby Asher" : I'll do my best, Your Royal Highness Alexandrina.
But... this is just a promise on a personal level.
What follows now is off the record. Some personal opinions, not of Trilby Asher, but of Sir Suffolk, Bellingham.
A new voice is not necessarily a bad thing.

Siege : ......

"Trilby Asher" : You've taken in Infected soldiers... well, and many more civilians, but the point stands... that's all good and fine. But it's not enough. You need an army. Your own army.
An army with a place for them.

Siege : You...

「I'm surprised. Perhaps it's a Caster trick...
But he is encouraging me to form my own Reunion. 」

Siege : Looks like you really did turn off your sound recorder.

"Trilby Asher" : Can't do it for too long. Colleagues start getting suspicious, you know.
...My grandmother was executed after getting Infected in the War of the Four Nations.
When she left, she told me with a laugh that there was less than a three percent chance of getting Oripathy in battle. It was only when I inherited the title and looked through the records in the archives that I learned...
The three percent figure has been in use for centuries.
It has never changed, even though we're using more Originium machines and more complex Originium Arts in modern warfare.
Perhaps you haven't noticed because all you can see is a small corner of the battlefield. Certainly the dukes haven't noticed, because they have their sights set way too far away. But I have.
The Infection problem in the Victorian Army is serious. Serious on an unprecedented scale.
Everyone exercises restraint in a conflict between 'civilized' nations.
No one wants their camp to be filled with ticking, living time bombs, or seize a dirty city covered in Originium dust.
But now... our enemy is the Sarkaz.
If you really mean to do this, Siege, then it has the potential to be a good thing for your reputation, for my career... perhaps, even for our country.

Siege : Thanks for the concern, but my friends and I know the Infected better than you do. We'll be fine.

"Trilby Asher" : Very well.
Oh, by the way, I have some scrap equipment here that nobody wants or cares about. Leftovers, you know.
You can have them. It's all trash, after all.
Farewell, then.

[The Asher, who reveals himself to be Bellingham of Suffolk, leaves. ]

Delphine : How much do you believe him?

Siege : I would rather believe that even someone like him could not stay out of this conflict.
What did he leave behind? A recording and coordinates?

[Siege turns on the terminal. ]

Siege : This sound—

<Background black>

「"Bzzzz—"
"Need... support... Chetleigh..."
"Surrounded... Tempest Platoon..."
"Requesting aid!" 」

Operation story: 13-6

Before operation

Summary

Siege and Delphine's team rescue Horn and Misery's group. Siege manages to destroy the Sarkaz war altars, successfully defending Chetleigh.

<Background 1>

「I was the first to see the scout.
While I scouted the silent government buildings next to the plaza on the other bank, his dead body drifting in the water, still grabbing the reeds by the bank.
It seems he never gave up trying to survive.
Not far from him, his journal lay quietly in a waterproof pouch, the last entry written just before his departure.
"I volunteered for this mission to deliver the SOS. I won't come back, whether I succeed or fail."
"No one will survive." (Crossed out) 」

Delphine : His journal indicates that the defenders of Chetleigh are in dire straits.
See the crossing on the other side? The ferries have been sunk. Horn's squad has been completely cut off from the outside.
Two days ago, this soldier tried to cross the river under the cover of darkness, but was shot by the Sarkaz patrolling on the opposite bank.
There is no word from the troops that were garrisoned in the city hall.

「The soldier's journal made me uneasy.
Twenty-three soldiers, two squads.
Other than the city hall, silent in the darkness, the rest of the buildings around the plaza have been reduced to smoldering ruins by artillery fire.
At least the tragedy hammers one thing: No one can truly escape death on the battlefield. 」

Delphine : The Camus River runs to the east and north side of the plaza. The crossing to the east is under Sarkaz control. The lights coming from the south should be the Sarkaz camp.
They've holed up in the city hall for more than two weeks.
If the journal is accurate, the last bridge that connects the city hall to the residential district on the other side of the north bank was attacked no less than two days ago.
It's possible that they're cut off from all supplies.

Morgan : Out of ammo, out of food.

Indra : What do we do?
If we have the time to worry about that here, we might as well just cross the river and see for ourselves.

Delphine : We can't just cross without a plan, Hannah. If we're discovered—

Siege : Actually, Hannah's words made me think.
We've been unable reach Horn's squad by radio. Restoring communications is our first priority.
Me, Hannah, Morgan, and Dagda will swim across the river and see what the situation is inside city hall.

Delphine : That's too dangerous, Vina!

Siege : You realize that we're the best people for this job. The only people for this job.
We're Rhodes Island operators. Small squad spec ops is our game. And we're Norport gangsters, who know how to get into a place and get back out again unnoticed.
We have a few volunteer soldiers and civilians who want to offer their support for the legendary Tempest Platoon. But there are only so many people we can bring...
We need people to stay behind for defense, with Lieutenant Shearer gone.

「I hardly hear what Vina is saying.
Is this a bad joke by Trilby Asher? Or is this how the battlefield is?
The call for help, deciding whether to answer, and the sacrifices that must be made to help... the laws of the battlefield. 」

Siege : I know what you're thinking, Delphine.
There are personal sentiments involved, but I can't ignore the SOS.
They're good soldiers, and they'll be of help if they're still alive.

Delphine : Alright... I trust your judgment.

Siege : Stay behind with these men, Delphine. We need to keep watch.
If you lose our signal, take them and get out of here.

Delphine : Alright.
Come back alive.

<Background fades out and in>

[Siege contacts the others. ]

Siege : Okay, we're on the bank. Keep your eyes out for any patrols.

Delphine : Two Sarkaz standing guard at the crossing. One to Hannah's 3 o'clock, another in the building.

Indra : Roger.

Siege : Draw the attention of the first, and Hannah and I will do this together. Three... Two... One... go!

「The light in the window goes out.
All is well?
Wait... a fowlbeast?
A black fowlbeast flies out of the hut at the crossing, flies a circle above, then heads towards the Sarkaz camp. 」

Delphine : Vina!

「An agile shadow leaps across the moonlight from the roof of the hut and grabs the fowlbeast. 」

Dagda : Got it!
A military fowlbeast. You spooked it, Hannah.

Indra : Sorry, I didn't notice.

Siege : No sign of Sarkaz. To the city hall.
Lots of bodies on the plaza, but it's too dark to identify them. Ready to go in.

Morgan : I see the bridge that connects the residential district, but the barricades on the other side of the bridge are blocking the view.

Delphine : Go to the top of the city hall, try to get a better vantage.

Siege : Roger. Hm...
The entrance has been boarded up.

Morgan : Over here. A gap has been blown in the west wall, wide enough for us to go in.

Delphine : Good... do you see Horn's squad?

Siege : Not yet.
Stop! Something's moving. Radio silence. There's a crossbowman in the building watching the residential district, allegiance unknown. Watch for my sign.

[Siege signs off. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : *Sarkaz profanity* What's that sound on this frequency? Who *Bzzzz—*

<Background black>

「The signal goes silent.
I did not hear anything from them for the next ten minutes.
How many men in the building? What's the situation with the surrounded troops? Has Vina's group been discovered?
I'm completely in the dark.
Crouched in the dirt on the banks, I feel my heart beat harder with every throb.
The heartbeats merge into the river, resonating with the flow, growing faster and stronger— 」

??? : I see you.

「They've been discovered?
Someone's waving from the top of the building, the moon at her back. It's... Vina? 」

<Background 1>

Siege : Siege here.

Horn : Horn, Tempest Platoon. Do you hear me?

Siege : We got your SOS. We've confirmed your location—the bridgehead at the residential district, on the other side.
We're coming to help.

「"Bzzzzt— Bzzzzt—"
I hear cheers coming from the radio.
They did it. 」

Horn : Sorry about that. The men are excited for our first bit of support.
We should be able to talk normally now.

Siege : Horn, we can help your squad evacuate—

Horn : Thanks, but we're not evacuating. There's something in this town that the Sarkaz want, and they won't abandon their assault.
The nearest Victorian battalion that received our SOS will arrive within one week. We must guard the entrance until then, and ensure the safety of the survivors of Chetleigh.
*Radio noise*
We voted on this. The decision was unanimous.
Including... Misery. Much obliged.

「Dead silence.
She sounded like she was talking about the weather.
A vote. On a battlefield, there are only two choices you get to vote for: Life, or death.
Vina seems lost in thought. What decision would I make? What decision would Mother make? 」

Siege : Then...
If you choose to gamble, I have an even bolder plan. Care to hear it?

<Background black>

「I don't support Vina because she is the heir to the throne.
She's brave, competitive, hates losing.
Some would call her reckless.
But I count on her to get us there, to find a way out of hell.
I have to believe in her. I have to believe to get out of this hell.
I can't even bring myself to think about what happened that day.
Focus, Delphine. Focus.
The overwatch mission has ended. Time to meet up with them. 」

<Background 2>

Siege : It's almost dawn. How go the preparations?

Morgan : The windows and doors are being reinforced. Misery's been cleaning up enemy sentries.

[Misery contacts Siege. ]

Misery : I'll continue to keep a watch on the outskirts.
I'll get in touch if there are any changes at the camp.

Siege : Thank you, Misery.

[Misery signs off. ]

Siege : We were supposed to meet up at Brentwood when we split up at Londinium. Why are you here at Chetleigh?

Horn : Misery noticed something unusual when we passed by. We got here in time to see a massacre, and we couldn't just walk away.

Siege : Are you sure you want me to be in charge? You're a professional soldier, Horn, and Delphine had elite military training.

Horn : I know what you guys did at the Mausoleum of Kings. You brought back that sword for us.

Siege : Just a piece of metal.

Horn : P-Piece of metal? It's Victoria's Realmblade...

Siege : Stop thinking about the Sighs of Kings. This might disappoint you, but it won't bring any miracles.
We're the only ones we can count on.
And it's enough.

Horn : You're right.
You've proven as much.
We don't have the personnel, condition or resources to implement complex tactics. What we need for the coming fight is courage and determination.
In the face of disaster, the human spirit is much more important than any legend or artifact.
Prove it, Siege.

Siege : ...Alright.

<Background fades out and in>

Siege : Most of us are not professional soldiers. We'll just tell them to take the high ground and shoot any enemy that approaches.
The few of us here will form a response team to take out any Sarkaz that gets past.

Delphine : Horn's squad will continue to defend the bridgehead position, create a fire zone.
They will continue to fend off the Sarkaz trying to get across the bridge, as per the original plan.
This building is the first line of defense. We'll be in the thick of things.

Morgan : All we need to do is to defend one building. How hard can it be?
The Defense of Camus River—

Indra : Hey, that was what I was going to say! It would make a great movie.

Dagda : Quiet, Hannah. Patrol approaching from 1 o'clock, hundred meters out. At the ready.
Shall we fire, Siege?

「Vina's hands were trembling.
Excitement? Fear? Or both?
I do not know. My hands are cold, almost frozen.
Seven days.
Will the dukes' troops really come? What if we fail? What if more Sarkaz notice?
I kept going over the possibilities in my head. 」

Siege : Now! Open fire!

[Siege and her followers shoots down the Sarkaz patrol. ]

「Sirens start blaring in the Sarkaz camp the moment the patrol goes down.
There is no time to think. The Defense has begun. 」

<Background 3>

[Siege and her followers assaulted the Sarkaz camp. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : My brothers will tear you apart, standing on my corpse, *Sarkaz profanity*...

[Delphine slashes the Sarkaz mercenary... ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Ugh...

[...killing him. ]

Delphine : I prefer to be the one doing the tearing, if that's all right with you.

「Sarkaz.
Once again, I think back to what happened that day. No, I can't. 」

Siege : It's almost ninety seconds, Delphine! Ready to pull back!

Delphine : Roger! Bentley's down! I'll fill the gap in the minefield.
Mines are too precious to just leave out there.

Siege : You have fire support from the third floor.

Morgan : The underground passage that connects the city hall's basement to the bridge has been cleared! Now the wounded have some space.

Indra : You took a nick, Morgan. Are you okay?

Morgan : Not good enough to hold a knife, but I can coordinate things in the back.
What about your side, Hannah?

Indra : You're asking the expert of destruction. I could smash a hole in the ceilings without any extra equipment, and we have wooden ladders set up so that we can move quickly between the floors.

Siege : Good. We can't have another situation like yesterday, when we couldn't get to Dagda in time.

Delphine : I filled the gap in the minefield! Bentley's still breathing, so I'm taking him into the basement for treatment.
Is Dagda awake?

Morgan : Awake, but she can't be moved yet.
She's been trying too hard. I'll do my best to care for her.

Siege : Is there any news from the Sarkaz camp? They may be planning something else, after the assault on the building failed.
Can you find any more mines to expand the minefield?

Misery : I'm afraid not. Our Sarkaz friend's mercenary band isn't so easy to find.
We'll have to count on my *static*—

Siege : Witchcraft *static* signal— disrupt *static*—

Delphine : Something's disrupting the signal?

Indra : It's —*noise*—
—Del *static*— Run—

[The communicator goes static. ]

「I hear a long howl in the distance.
A strong sense of unease suddenly comes over me. The air has become filled with malice. 」

[Suddenly Delphine sees a burst of energy that blinds her, and... ]

<Background 4>

??? : Delphine?

[Dagda looks at Delphine as she opens her eyes. ]

Dagda : You're finally up.

Delphine : I... my head hurts...

Dagda : You didn't pull out in time while rescuing the wounded yesterday, and got caught by the blast of them test firing the war altar.

Delphine : Yesterday...? War... altar? Where's Ben?

Dagda : Hah, looks like we've both missed a lot.
Ach, my back still hurts. Morgan sucks at stitching. Oh, Ben's alive.

Delphine : Who... who brought me back?

Dagda : Hannah. She saw that you were still outside and jumped out from the third floor to drag you back in.
She just woke up herself. She's gone off to support Vina.

Delphine : These are the wounded?

「I walk through the underground passage, now filled with wounded personnel. Dozens of eyes turn towards me. Many of them still have dried blood upon them. 」

Dagda : It's pretty bad. We need to hurry.

<Background 5>

[Explosions are heard as Siege speaks through a communicator. ]

Siege : The mines are pulling their weight. Two of the war altars have had their undercarriages disabled, and the rest have stopped.
They've stopped their advance.

Horn : We can bombard the position you marked at any time!

Morgan : Careful! The war altars are still charging. They haven't abandoned the assault yet!

Indra : Alright, listen up, you berks. The next round of bombardment is about to begin. Anyone still on the first and second floors, get your arses up the third floor!
That thing can only shoot so high!

Misery : I believe that its witchcraft core is powered by its operator, the altar itself acting only as a medium.

Siege : So it'll blow itself up if its witchcraft core is destroyed when fully charged?

Misery : In theory, but I've never seen it in action personally. I can't guarantee—

Siege : That's good enough. I'll go up to the roof to look for an opportunity. The only way to approach the core is from above.
Can you distract the operator for a little while when the altar is activated? Every second helps.

Misery : ...Will do.

Delphine : Vina—

<Background black>

「I stand at the staircase to the second floor, dumbfounded.
It takes me some time to realize that the pile of rubble without the left side wall is the city hall that we've been defending for the better part of a week.
The carnage on the plaza is in plain view, without the need for windows or portholes.
Amidst the ruins, the red crystals on the war altars shine an eerie red in the rays of dawn, the metal skeleton reflecting an ominous light.
It seems to whisper: Gaze upon blood, gaze upon decay, gaze upon death.
This is what Mother had done for so long.
And this is the first time I've thought of her in days. 」

<Background 2>

Siege : Welcome back, Delphine, Dagda.

Delphine : The Sarkaz have deployed these weapons en masse?

Misery : I don't think so. I believe it was developed by the Military Commission in Victoria. The design is still very rough around the edges.
Delphine, you look reasonably well for someone who just woke up from being knocked unconscious.

Indra : Morgan has been taking care of you two with one hand.

Morgan : Hannah!

Delphine : Thanks, Morgan. And Hannah.
Sorry about the trouble.

Indra : It was a piece of cake.

Siege : Alright, everybody, listen. I want rid of those altars, and for that I need help.
I need bait. Someone to stay here and keep those things firing...

Indra : Sounds like a job for me.

Morgan : I can do it too—

Delphine : This is no time to be acting tough. I know better than anyone else here how terrifying those things are.
Your hand's still injured, Morgan. I'll be the one to work with Hannah.

Siege : ......
I need someone else on standby to take over the attack if I don't succeed. Misery can only buy so much time for us.

Dagda : I'll do it.

Morgan : What about me, Vina?

Siege : Morgan... keep an eye on everyone.

Morgan : ......

<Background fades out and in>

「Vina's plan is a simple one. Wait for the altars to fire, smash the core, cause a chain reaction.
All we need is an opportunity. And the opportunity has come.
They've taken aim.
The malice is sickening. 」

Delphine : They could fire at any time.

Indra : Not exactly a great feeling to be in that thing's crosshairs.

Siege : Misery?

Misery : Whenever you're ready—

Siege : Do it.

<Background black>

「Red.
The color on the deck flashes back before my eyes.
The demonic eye in the altar peers at me.
It is averted by a silver arc.
The dagger rips open the necks of a file of Sarkaz artillerymen, leaping back joyfully into Misery's hand.
Their hands slow for a moment as they reach for the core, continuing their movements from before they died under the pull of inertia.
A hammer falls from the sky, impacting lightly with the red wave. 」

「Bang.
Vina is knocked back into the building like a comet. 」

<Background 2>

Morgan : No... Vina!

「Half a second.
The altar activated faster than anyone expected. 」

Delphine : *Cough*... *cough*...

「The hammer embeds itself in the broken wall.
I can't see anything in the dust and smoke. 」

Morgan : Watch out! They've replaced the artillerymen and are preparing to fire again!

「The hammer is gone by the time I wipe the gravel from my eyes.
A figure climbs the outer wall swiftly, the hammer pulling her up like a pickaxe, the building trembling under every blow. 」

Siege : Dagda!

「Dagda grabs the hand that stretches out from within the light.
Brick and stone crack and break under Vina's heels. She leaps into the sky.
The red wave has begun to build. 」

Siege : Everyone, take cover!

Delphine : Get down, Morgan!

Morgan : Hngh...

「I look up in the storm.
She walks upon the rays of dawn, her golden hair burning.
She raises her hammer high, and it becomes one with the sun.
The wave is torn apart, rampant power streaking towards the core. 」

[Siege lands a hit on the altar. ]

<Background black>

「I lose my voice.
All that remains is the light that stabs at my eyes. 」

<Background light>

??? : Vina! Vina!

??? : The altars are still exploding! Look out!

??? : She's fainted! Damn, the metal shards got into her chest! Someone help me out!

??? : Bring her back! Don't let Originium dust into the wounds!

??? : The Sarkaz are retreating!

??? : Hannah! Look! Over there!

??? : Battleships? Reinforcements? Really? Th-That's the standard of Duke Gododdin!

??? : It's... it's over...

??? : It's over! We bloody made it! We did!

??? : Ben! Ben! Look, we're saved! Ben? Ben...

??? : Those damnable devils are trying to run! After them!

<Background black>

「I should add another entry to the scout's journal.
"We survived.
In memory of seven fallen heroes...
Abigail, of Norport, civilian. Alexandra, of Chetleigh, civilian.
Henderson, of Auchterigg, soldier. Bentley, of Lynncardine, soldier.
Unidentified body.
Unidentified body.
Unidentified... (illegible)" 」

After operation

Summary

Siege's forces are inspired by the victory. They discover an identification code belonging to the Exemplars and decide to take up the name. A viscount finds Delphine and tries to persuade her to join the Duke of Caster, but Delphine refuses.

<Background black>

「No one can be told what a battlefield is. You have to see it for yourself. 」

「My friends and I spent a lot of time in Norport's video shop watching old movies, many of them war movies. There were story of heroes, but also stories of terror, depicted by directors with a sadistic streak.
I remembered that the four of us all had nightmares that night.
Even now, I seem to be drifting in a dream. 」

<Background 6>

Dagda : We took on a few soldiers who were still breathing when we passed through that valley. Oh, and the survivors have caught up to our column.

Indra : They're all Infected. As they should be, after spending a night in a corpse-filled crater.

Delphine : You did disinfect properly, didn't you? You could have gotten Active Originium dust on you.

「Where are we, Hannah?
I'm a little... 」

Horn : Don't worry, I have experience with large-scale Active Originium zones from my time in County Hillock.
We undertook the cleanup according to SOP.
The soldiers were conscripts under the Duke of Ashworth. They said that their company simply pulled out after the battle, without rescuing the wounded or cleaning up the battlefield.

「Horn? Is Hannah angry at me because I acted on my own?
Why is she ignoring me? 」

Horn : He said he had a friend who had been crying for help by a shallow puddle all night. Couldn't turn himself over because his legs were injured.
He had drowned by the time we found him.
The puddle was ankle-deep. He would have survived if someone had just flipped him over.

Dagda : I examined the area. Looks like they marched into a Royal Court trap. Some Sarkaz mercenaries must have sacrificed themselves by acting as bait.

「There's something on my chest?
I can't breathe... Morgan... Morgan?
I feel something hot roiling in my chest. 」

Morgan : But... how could they have gone down without a fight?

Delphine : That's not surprising. Other than the strongest dukes, professional soldiers make up only a quarter of the armies of the other ducal armies, at best.
Most Victorian soldiers are conscripted, sent into battle after only a few months of basic training on how to use a crossbow or Arts Unit.
Frankly, if not for this war, the officers and soldiers may never have spoken to each other their entire lives.

Indra : Vina wouldn't like to hear it.

Delphine : I hate this. How could you trust your back to someone whom you don't trust?

「Why does nobody hear me?
I feel the taste of iron in my mouth, something boiling, rushing up my throat. 」

Delphine : Mother never answered my questions. She said I would find the answer, someday—

Siege : *Cough*... argh!

[Siege wakes up. ]

Morgan : Vina!

Siege : Take it easy, Morgan... my neck... I can't breathe...

Morgan : Sorry, got excited. You had been unconscious for two days.
You were running a fever. At least the wound on your chest was healing well, otherwise we would have been even more worried.

Siege : Where are we...? We aren't in Chetleigh anymore, are we?

「They are silent. What happened? 」

Morgan : Ahem... Maybe I should explain.
We pulled out two days ago. We're back to our original encampment.
At Horn's advice, we pulled out as quickly as possible before the Duke of Gododdin's fleet entered Chetleigh, avoiding direct contact with the reinforcements.

Siege : ...Horn?

Horn : We have a lot of... complicated circumstances. It's going to cause a lot of complications if we establish official communications with the dukes' troops.
I've talked about this with Misery, and the others support what we're doing.
While we still have troops formerly under the command of Duke Windermere, their military ID has expired, and there's a high risk of "friendly fire".
Well, not so much expired as no longer recognized...

Indra : No need to mince words about the nobles' dirty deeds.
It's the same deal as gangs fighting for territory.

「Indra's right.
Since when did the war become like this?
We could give help to where we can see, but what about the places beyond? 」

Siege : ...What's the situation?

Delphine : Some have chosen to join Duke Gododdin's forces and continue the fight. Gododdin's officers didn't even say anything about the Infected. The majority have chosen to stay with us, however.

Morgan : They trust us. Or should I say, they trust you. We won! Morale is really high right now.
They're even joking about the old conflicts now.

Siege : We did it.

Delphine : Your plan worked. We made it. It's very possible that no one will ever know the sacrifices we made...
It's just one small victory in a greater war.

「I look at Delphine's tired face. A great burden has weighed upon her heart ever since she was left behind by the battleships.
But now, I see a rare smile on her face. 」

Delphine : But we saved Chetleigh, Vina.

Siege : Yes, we did.

「My brain tells me that I should be relieved or happy.
But I can't do it. I'm afraid to know how many stayed behind in that building, never to leave it.
Everything that happened there seems like a dream.
Is this what victory feels like? It's so weighty. 」

Siege : Would things have gotten so bad if everyone was fully committed to fighting for Victoria from the very beginning?
No, they all firmly believe that they are fighting for Victoria.
It's the other way round. Things have already spiraled out of control. Therefore...
We're fighting for ourselves now.

Dagda : Siege, one of the survivors from Chetleigh has brought us a surprise.
His family collected Gaulish artifacts, and his father once picked up a little Victorian object from Lingones's former route.
It wasn't anything valuable, so it has been sitting in a warehouse for a long time. He gave it to us before we left as a gift of gratitude, and Horn recognized it immediately.
Here.

Horn : This is an IFF beacon used in IFVs. It emits a signal that allows Victorian armies to identify the bearer's affiliation.

Siege : It contains a military identification code?

Horn : Yes. This black box belonged to the Victorian Army. I'm familiar with the symbol on it.
But I thought that the unit that it once belonged to no longer exists, lost in the ruins of Gaul—
—the Exemplars.
A unit of legend, predecessor to Tempest Platoon. This thing took a long journey back to Victoria.
Back to us.

「"The Exemplars"...
The present dukes may not recognize this ancient unit. At best, it might prevent direct artillery strikes.
But the more important thing is...
The mission of the unit was inscribed inside the box.
The Exemplars
"We make miracles." 」

Siege : ...Hah.
Consider it a gift from fate.

[A beacon beeps. ]

Delphine : What's this...? The beacon that Lieutenant Shearer left us has picked up a signal.
Shearer?

Shearer : Lady Delphine, there has been a change of circumstances at Irnclad Galavae...
We are approaching your position now. ETA in one hour.
Be prepared for unhappy news... and a guest who insists on seeing you.

<Background 7>

Shearer : Your wounds! What a shoddy work of first aid!
It may look like the wounds have closed, but the inflammation wasn't effectively treated, which explains the fever.
With serious wounds like these, it's important that they're treated by a doctor and all vital signs monitored, reducing the chance of lingering after-effects.
You're fortunate that it was a piece of metal, not Originium crystal. When you're dealing with Sarkaz witchcraft devices, even the slightest touch could be infectious.
Even if it wasn't directly caused by Originium, there was a high risk of infection given the circumstances. It's incredible that your blood Originium levels still remain at normal levels.
You really should thank your lucky stars.

Siege : Well, it was a chaotic situation, Lieutenant.
At least I'm alive. It pays to have a strong constitution.

Shearer : ...*sigh*.
Fine. Lady Delphine has explained what happened.
It was a battle worthy of study in the war colleges, given the difference in strength between the two sides. Most of the people on your side weren't even regulars...

Siege : Oh? Should I be sad that no one will remember what we did?

Shearer : You're wrong on that, Siege.
I'll remember. The soldiers outside will remember. The survivors of Chetleigh will remember.
Most legends are not born from official records.

Siege : I didn't know you were the type to say things like that.

Shearer : Ahem.
Well, I've wrapped your wounds again. Don't try to blow me off with excuses like "strong constitution", because I'm going to be keeping a close eye on your condition. I'm the doctor in this room.
I'll be checking on your friends too, and the injured soldiers and civilians.

Siege : Thanks, Lieutenant.

Shearer : Also...
I suggest you check on that guest. I'm not sure if Lady Delphine is ready to handle her on her own.
I sincerely apologize for my behavior before, and my misplaced assessment about you.
There is one thing on which I won't budge, however. You're too impulsive and emotional.
You shouldn't be trying to solve every problem on your own. Turn around once in a while, and you'll find plenty of people ready to help.

[Shearer leaves. ]

Siege : ......

<Background fades out and in>

[Delphine is attending an exhausted noblewoman she knew. ]

Exhausted Viscount : *Glug* *glug*— whew!

Delphine : Take it easy, Aunt Manning.

Exhausted Viscount : The Sarkaz were everywhere on my way here! I thought I was going to die.
Thank goodness that Lieutenant Shearer was tracking Irnclad Galavae, which was how he got there in time to save my life.
He's a decent man, but lacks flexibility. Those men would never allow him to board the ship.

Delphine : You said you escaped Irnclad Galavae? What's happening there?

Exhausted Viscount : It makes me angry just thinking about it! Those damned officers charged into the central hub of the fortress and pointed their swords at me! Marquess Vontaire must be behind this!
I found an opportunity to change into inconspicuous clothes and escape. The fortress elevator almost ripped my dress!

Delphine : Sounds like you really were lucky.

Exhausted Viscount : I thought I was just coming along with your mother to see how things were going on the front lines, and to take you home. What's the worst that could happen, safe inside a nomadic fortress? Who would have thought...?

Delphine : ......
The old Dukes of Windermere would be proud of Mother.

Exhausted Viscount : You're right.
But you're the Duke of Windermere now, Delphine.

Delphine : Auntie, you're hurting me... what's that look on your face?

Exhausted Viscount : The general staff were eager to go back because... they believed the Duke's death was caused by a Leithanian plot.
You want to laugh, don't you? But they have evidence. Leithanien may not be in league with the Sarkaz, but they undoubtedly caused this situation.

Delphine : What? Leithanien?

Exhausted Viscount : The staff are cautious about accusing Leithanian nobles directly, but they have set their sights on the rebellions going on the provinces.
No one wants to come all this way to fight the Sarkaz, only to return and find the demesne they have defended for centuries has fallen under Leithanian control.
You're her daughter, Delphine. Your duty will come soon.
Now, let me rest... then we'll leave this place.

Delphine : Leave? To where?

Exhausted Viscount : You should not be with these peasants.

Delphine : Watch your words! Don't call them peasants!

Exhausted Viscount : Alright, Delphine, listen.
If you really care about them, really think that they're heroes, a part of Victoria...
...Think of how many people like them are there in your mother's demesne.
If you really want to protect these people, take my advice and seek aid from the Duke of Caster to return to your demesne and take charge.
Perhaps you will have to become a Caster vassal... but you'll be able to fulfill your duty.

Delphine : I—

Exhausted Viscount : What are you balking at? Did you fall in love with them just because they fought alongside you? You've stopped loving your own subjects?
Accept it, Delphine... you and your mother have suffered enough.
Accept Duke Caster's proposal, and at least Windermere will be spared from devastation.

Delphine : ......

Exhausted Viscount : Why do you hesitate? Do you really want to be a vagabond forever, leaving your family, your bloodline and your duty behind?

Delphine : ...I understand.
I'm Mother's daughter. You're right, I have a responsibility, not just to my friends, but to the subjects of Windermere as well.
But...
Why did the Swordguards leave me behind, when I still had such a duty?
If this was a duty glorious beyond all doubt, why do you come to me in such a condition?

Exhausted Viscount : I...

Delphine : You're right. If Windermere has fallen under the cloud of conspiracy, then I feel both the obligation and desire to do something about it.
But I...

Siege : We're with you, Delphine. Say what you want to say.
Sorry. I couldn't hold back anymore.
Do you know what we just went through, madam?

Exhausted Viscount : And you are...?

Delphine : I'm not going with you.

Exhausted Viscount : You have a duty!

Delphine : I'm my mother's daughter, comrade to these warriors, and nothing else.
Even if I once was... I don't believe it anymore.
I stood here for them, so that their lives would no longer be the playthings of people like you, and I'm not going anywhere until I've bled my last.
Leave.
I hope the Sarkaz don't take you.

「The Viscount's face is a spectacle of color, but Delphine gives her no further chance to speak.
She leaves with her head bowed in the direction of Lieutenant Shearer.
Delphine's expression is calmer than I thought it would be. What she said... what she went through...
It made me think of an old friend.
Delphine did not make the same mistake. Tragedy will not strike again.
But what was the price?
The death of a loved one. A swift betrayal.
Apparently, I was rather concerned how Delphine would react to these things.
Delphine smiles at me. It seems she has settled down. 」

Delphine : I'm fine. Let's go.

「The same thing cannot happen again. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Siege : Head west once you leave the camp. If you're lucky enough, you should be able to reach the kind Duke of Caster.

Exhausted Viscount : Do you think you can survive without the Duke's protection?

Siege : We can, and we will.

Exhausted Viscount : Alright... I'm going to Duke Caster. I'll take a leisurely pace. This is your last chance.
Come with me, and we'll all live.

Siege : I won't stop you.

Exhausted Viscount : But the work of Delphine and her mother...
No, I'm not the one who's wrong... you're naive, stupid, foolishly believing that you're right.
So be it.

[The viscountess leave. ]

Siege : ......

「I see her off on a vehicle not meant for rough terrain, leaving under the cover of darkness with a small escort.
I turn around to look at our group.
Hundreds, thousands of eyes converge upon a single spot. Some are soldiers laughing with each other, others are civilians, celebrating.
The camp falls silent.
They are waiting for an answer.
Mine. 」

Delphine : You heard her. It was undoubtedly an attractive proposal for many people.
We survived the worst of times together, Vina.
But what now? What happens when the morale and spirit that burns so brightly now is worn away by hardship and suffering?
Who will tell them where to go?

「I do not answer, not yet.
...He's here.
A creature with golden mane walks amongst the crowd. He looks at me.
I wanted to see the answer in his eyes, hear a word of advice in these fleeting moments.
But he gives no answers. All he does is look at me, waiting for me to find the answer.
Yes. Perhaps he is not even there. 」

[A wind blows. ]

Siege : Lend me your ears.
If any among you still have faith in the proud dukes that are the faces of our Victoria, you should go with that woman now.
No one would fault your decision.

「The crowd rustles, but no one leaves. 」

Siege : None among you?
Is it not our instinct to seek protection from the powerful? It's nothing to be ashamed of.
I would very much like to. Oh how I wish that this sorry sword I carry had the power to protect my friends, such that none among them would die.
She would very much like to. How many times has she cried when no one was watching? Wishing that someone could have saved her mother's life.
You would very much like to. Don't look away, I know you would. The Sarkaz wouldn't have butchered your brother so badly you couldn't even identify his corpse, if the troops that were supposed to escort you didn't flee.
But none among you have left.
You know that those nobles don't care about you in the slightest.
But do you really need to seek the strength and protection of another?
It's always been like that for us. We keep worshipping people and things that never really gave us anything, become their willing slaves.
Massacre, infection, besiegement. We survived all that, on our own strength!
We all want to go home. We all want this rotten war to end. But we can't win by hiding.
The fastest way is to give those warmongering bastards hiding in Londinium the old one-two in the face!
If the dukes won't do it, we will!
If no one will take us home, we'll walk home ourselves!
A gift fell into our laps, a unit ID that the dukes left behind in Gaul.
It was called the Exemplars. They were elites, the will of the nation, with a long list of accolades.
But now, they are nothing more than this little box in my hands.
It has no special powers. But we can take it back to Londinium—
Punch those warmongering bastards in the face, throw this in the faces of the dukes, and tell them—
This bloody land is OUR land!

<Background black>

「I want to go home, to the gym where my friends were.
They want to go home, to the lives they once had.
We cannot rely on others anymore. We cannot expect justice to be served on its own.
I smash my hammer into the earth with all the strength I can muster.
I do not know why I did it. All I know is that I can no longer hold back my anger. 」

「Bam!
The hammer silences all other sounds. 」

"The Exemplars!"

「It's the Glasgow Gang that first breaks the silence. 」

"The Exemplars!"

「Then, they are joined by Delphine. 」

"The Exemplars!"

「Until everyone joins in. 」

"The Exemplars!" "The Exemplars!" "The Exemplars!"

Indra : Say, I had a strange dream—
I dreamed that a golden beast was taking a walk through our camp.

Morgan : Good omen, perhaps?
Let's hope it all goes smoothly.

Dagda : Wonder if the Self-Salvation Corps arrived at Brentwood before us...
We'll have even more hands once we join up with them.
Who would have thought, a few days ago, that we would have our own army?
I kind of like the name the Exemplars.

Morgan : Are you sure about this though, Vina? Are we bringing all of them back to Londinium?
Very few of them are ready to fight the Royal Court head-on.

Delphine : Perhaps...
There will be more sacrifices along the way.

Siege : ......
I'll protect them.
Or maybe there will come a day when they don't need anyone's protection anymore.

Operation story: TR-24

Before operation

Summary

Hoederer's group finds the Sarkaz Lifeline and realizes that the mysterious vehicle that has been laying Arts Circles and mirages around the battlefield is a Feranmut with only bleached bones left.

「How absurd it is that we're chasing illusions on this battlefield full of bones, blood, smoke and mud.
The illusions are our only clue. Like the Lich said, the drifting fragments of history are the tracks it left behind.
We passed through many ruins, some long-forgotten, some never remembered to begin with.
Soon, these sights will be gone too. Many times we barely arrived in time to grasp the last traces.
We found seventeen Vampire War Arts Circles.
There are maybe dozens more... maybe even hundreds more of them on this battlefield.
They all appeared within the past week, a scary level of efficiency.
We found troop tracks on two of them, but the marks indicated that the troops were only on maintenance or patrol missions.
I doubt there's much point to destroying the Arts Circles. They could easily replace them with new ones.
It's only that much more important to take control of that thing, whatever it is. 」

<Background 1>

[As Hoederer, Ines, and W walks through the passage... ]

Hoederer : This place is completely ruined.

Ines : Just like the Rhodes Islanders said, it's another secret network of routes that lead into the city.
Through these hubs, Theresis has shipped huge amounts of steel, crystal units and witchcraft devices into Londinium, enough to repair The Shard and complete that airship.
But how did these materials reach Londinium? Even the dumbest dukes wouldn't let large shipments of materiel outside their control to travel freely around Victoria.
It's probably that they, like the Nachzehrer King's legion, appeared out of thin air around the hubs.
The so-called Sarkaz supply line we've been looking for may be the last and least important step of the transport process.
How did they do it?

Hoederer : Not only that, if Theresis had access methods like this, why isn't he using them directly in battle?
Teleporting armies behind enemy lines, or plopping Originium bombs right on top of ducal flagships.

Ines : Either there are limitations to the method... or it's actually really fragile.
The Lich called it an Art beyond the realm of Originium Arts, but I just couldn't picture it...

Hoederer : W, over there—

W : ......
Huh?
Uh, no sign of battle. It's completely collapsed.

「W has looked detached ever since that encounter a few days ago.
I saw her gaze absent-mindedly into the fire while on night watch.
I can't help her. She'll get through this on her own. 」

Hoederer : Let's go. There's nothing to see here.

<Background 2>

「I look at the map in my hand. Scattered dots mark the locations of the Vampire Arts Circles.
I added a few, including the logistics hub just now, and the Nachzehrer King's legion camp.
Something had been placed there using the same methods.
There must be something linking them.
I scan the names on the map. Hills, valleys, small patches of forests, and a few small ponds.
Some sort of commonality? Shared geographical traits?
My eyes fall upon the name of a town. Brentwood. 」

Hoederer : Ines, you said that Rhodes Island analyzed the intel from the Defense Forces command tower, where they had set their sights near a town by the name of Brentwood.

「I draw a circle around Brentwood's location. 」

Ines : Closure came up with the analysis. She stole the records of all cargo movement since Theresis entered the city in 1094, and created an overlapping route map.
All the towns around Londinium were covered in these cargo movements on the map.
It's Victoria's capital, after all. All the steak and wine the citizens enjoyed before the war didn't grow on the shelves.
But the area around Brentwood is strangely empty, with only a few scattered entries around 1094 and 1095.
It's pretty weird. Like there's a forgotten town right here in the middle of Victoria.
The Rhodes Islanders think Brentwood might be the starting point of the Sarkaz underground railroad, or the hub of a hidden network, implementing some sort of secret embargo.
We just proved the existence of these logistics hubs.
But, we also learned that Theresis has a pair of, well, invisible hands, which lets him puts things anywhere he wants.
We may need to reassess the significance of Brentwood.

Hoederer : ...No.
The closer we get, the more Vampire Arts Circles we see.
Meanwhile, if we draw a line from the furthest points to Brentwood, we see that they're about equidistant. That might be the logistical limit.

W : Stop guessing. I know Brentwood. You couldn't hide anything in that poor-ass town. There were barely any Sarkaz vagrants when I visited a few months ago.
Maybe the caravans just don't pass through 'cause there's nothing interesting there.

「W disinterestedly throws a rock over.
She's in a bad mood alright. She would normally have thrown a grenade pin.
The rock rolls on the map and falls right where I'm looking. I'm about to move it out away—
There's a patch of hills not far behind Brentwood. The rock fell right in the middle of the icons representing hills. 」

Hoederer : ...*sigh*.
Let's go. It's not like we have any better leads. Maybe coincidence has something in mind.
Let's start there.

「The hills are dark and eerie.
A Victorian history book wrote that the study of history is like walking into a cave, feeling the grains on the wall.
Working blindly in the dark, all you can do is try to piece together the puzzle of where we came from by feeling around in the darkness.
This land is not friendly to history.
Originium veins assimilate any organic tissue around them, even bones.
All that archaeologists had to work with are Originium-infested ruins. All they could do is mull over metal shards.
But we are different. We are Sarkaz.
We have many ways to look back. Legends say that the revenants in the furnace of Kazdel whisper the achievements of a certain King of Sarkaz, or the sad ending of another.
When I was little, I used to wait by the furnace that never went out, hoping to capture a single echo from the past.
But all I ever heard was silence. 」

<Background 3>

Ines : You might actually be right. There's something unusual about the shadows here.
There seems to be a pattern in the chaos.
It's like the ripples created by a sailing ship, overlapping and interfering with one another, until nothing is left but entropy.
Not so much sailing as... drifting.

Hoederer : Drifting.
I once heard a story from an old Diαblo, this word came up in his broken whispers.

W : What story?

Hoederer : A story of disaster.
Let's hope we don't run into the stuff of those stories.
Let's hope we still have some good luck left in the bank.

W : A merc who thinks he's lucky is a dead merc.

Hoederer : Which is why we need you to stay behind, W.
We're not here to fight. We need to figure out what we're facing.
If things go south and we need to pull out...

W : Don't worry, I won't leave the way open for you.
I'll set up the explosives and wait until you're almost at the exit, Vampires and Nachzehrer hot on your tail, maybe Theresis himself, and just as you're about to see the light...
Boom!
You'll become the tragic hero right out of your favorite stories, Hoederer!

Ines : You can't handle Theresa on your own, W.

W : ......
Ines.
I'll actually bury you, you know.

Ines : Hmph. You do you.

<Background black>

Hoederer : She really will blow the hills apart though.
We both know she's crazy. No need to provoke her with Theresa's name.

Ines : It's just pathetic, the act the she's putting on. I'd rather she knew what she wanted.
You've been in the city for so long. If she wanted to know the truth, she could've just asked you.
Did she ever ask if that Theresa was real?

Hoederer : ......

Ines : She never asked me, either. She's never grown up.
She could do one of two things: Grovel at that Theresa's feet and beg for forgiveness, or plan to kill her.
But what is this that she's doing? Trying to prove that she's all great and powerful?
Or is she trying to convince herself that nothing ever happened, that all she needs to do is kill people and plant mines like she always has, and it'll all pass?
It would've been fine if she could actually stop thinking about it. But right now, she's like a little girl standing on the ice.
She takes a few steps forward, then a few steps back, looking around the same place, sinking into pointless sentimentality.

Hoederer : I have no idea.

Ines : Give me a break. You just don't want the extra trouble.

Hoederer : I didn't know you cared so much about her.

Ines : I care about me. I don't want to die because of her.

Hoederer : In all seriousness, Ines, have you ever thought about going back to Kazdel?

Ines : What? Am I in the way of your great plan?

Hoederer : No, it's just occurred to me that W and I have a reason to stay in this war.
But what about you?

Ines : ...I've got my reason too.
Here we are.

<Background 4A>

Ines : We're... inside the hill.
They hollowed out the whole thing?

Hoederer : Well, that's going to make things easier for W's demolition plan.

Ines : Look at the size of these tracks, and the loading mechanism.
That's a big guy.

[Footsteps are heard... ]

Hoederer : Shh, get into the shadows.

[...as two Sarkaz workers walk by, the trio having hid themselves already. ]

Tired Sarkaz Worker : When's the next shift?

Quiet Sarkaz Worker : Close.
It's always on time.

Tired Sarkaz Worker : I should've made a report to the boss. I would rather be outside, killing Victorians.

Quiet Sarkaz Worker : You're not a warrior.

Tired Sarkaz Worker : I don't need you to tell me! It's just that this place is so... oppressive.
I see those illusions every day, the things you don't know whether they're real or not.
It's like a maelstrom that keeps spitting out trash from another dimension.
Good thing Ulšulah is a decent woman who doesn't pick on us for no reason or abuse her authority.
Is she the youngest major ever, according to Military Commission ranks?

Quiet Sarkaz Worker : She's not a member of the Royal Court. She won't go far.

Tired Sarkaz Worker : Lady Theresa and the Regent aren't blue-blood devils either.
Screw the Royal Court. Kazdel wasn't won by those old fossils huddling around in a circle.

Quiet Sarkaz Worker : But they're the strongest.

Tired Sarkaz Worker : That's because...

Quiet Sarkaz Worker : It's almost time.
Go to the machine and prepare to load.

[The workers hurriedly leave. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Ines : Did you hear the name they said?

Hoederer : Ulšulah.

Ines : Could it be...?

Hoederer : It's not necessarily the one we're thinking of. Sarkaz names are often codenames or taken from legends.
Ulšulah the Time-Stealer. Ulšulah of the Lock and Key. It's a Sarkaz legend about the Feranmut. Anyone could've drawn from it.
Wait... Ulšulah the Time-Stealer?

Ines : What's the origin of your name, "Hoederer"?

Hoederer : Don't have one.

Ines : Hah.

[A bell tolls. ]

Hoederer : Bells.

Ines : Wait, over there...
What's that?

<Background black>

「What was that?
The hills are trembling...
No, space itself is trembling.

Note: The following cutscene will be automatically played when the story is skipped.

「For an instant, I see visions beyond reckoning.
Bloated emperors crumbling in halls of gold, ancient bloodborn cutting open their wrists to feed the newborn.
Diαbolic flames burning amber. Demons with deer horns prowl beneath great bronze walls, offering battered willow wood.
The one knot falls from nothingness, splitting into countless threads; a red-skinned monster cuts off its own horn, impaling its own chest with it. 」

[... ]

「Broken shards become whole again. I see a far-away city.
Calm, peaceful, not yet wheeled, not yet drowned in hatred. Its beauty is absurd and out of place, even in a dream.
For no reason at all, I am convinced that it was Kazdel. A home that has long ceased to exist, from somewhere in history.
I want to go there, go into there. I want to see what kind of life we once led. 」

[... ]

「I lift my foot, but put it down in the same place again. I watch it quietly.
Until all is silent.
Until— 」

[... ]

「A pathetic creature that is naught but bleached bones moves slowly.
Nerve strands reach out and grab the massive containers.
It still roams this place. It is not dead yet. 」

<Background 4B>

Ines : This... this is the "cargo ship"?
So big... how did Theresis...?

Hoederer : It... it's really...
Ulšulah the Time-Stealer...

[Someone walks behind the trio... ]

??? : What a coincidence, right?
The legend of Ulšulah tells of Kazdel being attacked by a Feranmut that could slow the time of all things and peer into the past through the fog.
Through so many pasts the hero Ulšulah journeyed, rescuing their kin lost in the mirage of time.
Who knew that I, who took the name by happenstance, would one day witness the legend with my own eyes?

[...who is revealed to be a Sarkaz woman officer. ]

??? : You've really ground those horns into shape, Ines. You could almost pass for a true blue Sarkaz.

Hoederer : Ulšulah.

Ulšulah : Are you really going to betray General Manfred, Hoederer?
I knew you wouldn't kill Ines when I first heard the rumors, but the confidential nature of my work precluded a personal visit to Londinium to see you.

Ines : Aren't you supposed to be the handpicked successor to the Scar Market? Sounds like you're already the bone driver here.
Is playing a hero of legend worth such loyalty and commitment?

Ulšulah : Ancient things are not so appealing anymore.
Only one stuck in the past would continue to use the name.

Hoederer : You could give yourself a new name.

Ulšulah : How would old friends who came a long way to visit be able to find me then?
Care for a drink?

[Ines draws out her sword. ]

Ines : You didn't used to be a drinker.

Ulšulah : Used to, huh?
You didn't used to swing your sword at me either, Ines.

Operation story: 13-8

After operation

Summary

Hoederer and Ines encounter a familiar face from the Scar Market, Ulšulah, now serving as commander of a Feranmut skeleton. The three old hands cannot reach an accord. Hoederer and Ines manage to escape after a bloody battle.

「Bumping into an old friend isn't necessarily a good thing for a Sarkaz.
I may not be a Sarkaz, but I know to come prepared.
When you're a kid, you're naive and stupid. A little camaraderie is enough to get you handing over your heartfelt trust.
Even if the place where you built that camaraderie stinks as bad as Kazdel.
Eventually, at some point, you grow up. Maybe it's the first time you kill someone, maybe it's the first time you almost bleed out, or maybe it's the first time you crawled out from under a pile of corpses.
You start learning how to live in the grown-up world. You can be ruthless, you use any means necessary, you can even throw your friends under the bus just to live on, and nobody will hold it against you.
And then, that contrived plot comes around, and you bump into an old friend.
Honestly, after all these years apart, even if you're old friends, do you really have that much to talk about?
It's just... when you were young and stupid, you handed over that trust, you built a "friendship".
But when you're at that age, you have the unique opportunity to talk about "friendship" in Kazdel without being laughed at. 」

<Background 1>

Tired Sarkaz Worker : Ulšulah, we're done unloading. They're counting everything in at the warehouse.
Same as before: steel, pure gold, Originium, stuff like that. There hasn't been a personnel transport in weeks. Sounds like most of the forces from the Royal Court in Kazdel are already here.
That makes things easier on us. Back when the Royal Court guys were floating around, they'd come down here and complain to us, made all sorts of trouble.

Ulšulah : Stop.
That's enough for now.

Tired Sarkaz Worker : Oh, sorry.
Hey, uh, Commander, I've been posted to the waystation for six months now. According to the rotation schedule, it's about time for me to—

Ulšulah : I haven't received any new orders for you.
But... your performance speaks for itself. I could approve three days of leave for you.

Cheering Sarkaz Worker : Ohh♪ Our Ulšulah♪

Ulšulah : But don't let it go to your head, make sure to stay grounded.
All your life in Kazdel, you were a cobbler. Your greatest accomplishment is nailing soles together. What are you in the running for, unless you're prepared to blow yourself up?

Cheering Sarkaz Worker : Ulšulah♪ You're no fun♪

Ulšulah : Get outta here, kid.

「I watch Ulšulah's profile, the corners of her mouth curling up.
Thinking back... back to then.
She carries herself the same way, at least.
The young Sarkaz cobbler approaches Hoederer and slyly hands him a flask. 」

Slyly Smiling Sarkaz Worker : (Whispering) Hey, brother, hold onto this for me. Ulšulah can't go a day without the stuff.
(Whispering) You're really something, man, walking around with this piece at your side, and still—

「*sigh*. 」

Ines : Watch your mouth, cobbler.

Fleeing Sarkaz Worker : What's sweeter than honey♪ What's toxic as nightshade♪

「Looks like he hasn't even had his coming-of-age yet. Those years with Her Highness Theresa did a lot to see these kids grow up nice and sheltered.
And now, he's in a war out here by Londinium. Hah, brother and sister joined hands to create the worst joke in history.
If only it wasn't a joke. 」

Ines : If you open that notebook, I'm setting it on fire.

「Hoederer quietly tucks away his notebook. 」

Ulšulah : You two haven't changed. That's nice.
It's been years.

Ines : Since that operation.
Me, Hoederer and W... the old W, got ourselves into trouble, killed some people we shouldn't have killed.

Ulšulah : It's not just the Scar Market, showing your faces in Kazdel would be trouble for you.
I see your names there a lot... on the bounty lists. You're famous.

Hoederer : I've never been a cheap date.

Ulšulah : Sure enough. Ines's investment paid off well.
We were all so young.

Ines : Getting old now?

Ulšulah : I'm a Sarkaz, you're a sheep. In theory, I'm gonna live longer than you, Ines.

Ines : We're all Infected, so this isn't about racial lifespans.

Ulšulah : Good point. I'll drink to you and wish myself good health.

[Ulšulah takes a sip of her Captain Morgan's Wine. ]

Ulšulah : ——ahhh.

Ines : I remember you used to say that if a Sarkaz wants to live long, she needs to keep a clear head, before somebody else trades it for coin.

Ulšulah : Whoever wants it can take it. Victorian, Sarkaz, doesn't matter to me.

「She leans in close, sizing me up, then glances at Hoederer. 」

Ulšulah : You've got wrinkles, Ines.

Ines : I died three times and only got a few wrinkles to show for it. I should thank the myriad souls.

Ulšulah : You don't thank them, you're a sheep.
As for Hoederer, you're missing an eye.

Hoederer : Wanna see the socket? It's all thanks to the fine Caprinae woman right here.

Ines : Lose an eye, or lose your head. You had a choice.

Ulšulah : I guess Ines broke her heart when she made the move.

Hoederer : ...Drop it.
We're old friends getting together again, can't we get back to a nice atmosphere of sentimental nostalgia?
Talk about days gone by, muse on the passage of time...

Hoederer : We could talk about how you became the youngest major in the Military Commission, the driver of this skeletal Feranmut, Commander Ulšulah.

Ulšulah : Yes... we should talk about that. Otherwise, we being who we are, we shouldn't be so warm and friendly.
And we could also talk about you, these two Sarkaz...
One Sarkaz traitor, and one sheep. Why are you popping up at a secret Military Commission site?
I know you were detained by General Manfred, Hoederer.
And you and Ines, who disrupted our operations, together with an obnoxious little girl planting bombs all around, stole into my territory, in broad daylight.
As an officer of the Military Commission, I can't very well let that go.

Ines : It's two against one here, Ulšulah.

Ulšulah : Is it? Remind me, where are we again?

[A group of Kazdelian Sarkaz soldiers show up. ]

「Huh, since when?
The girl wasn't like this before. 」

Ulšulah : You're welcome to try, Ines.

「She's wearing a smile, but she's dead serious. 」

Ulšulah : The most important thing I've learned over the years is to be true to my decisions.

Ines : And Theresis is your decision?

Ulšulah : No, the Military Commission is.
You decided to go with Babel—Or what is it called now? Rhodes Island? And I decided to stand with the Commission.
We decided our paths a long time ago.

Hoederer : Ulšulah, we can still—

Ulšulah : No.
I know what you want, Hoederer, you haven't changed a bit.
But we're not those kids who strutted around cheery for a whole day on the back of a single bounty anymore.
We don't get to relax after our missions these days, no idle afternoons on the streets of Kazdel.
We are Sarkaz... or at least we're citizens of Kazdel. It's our responsibility to make those streets and alleys a better place.

Hoederer : Kazdel is the main issue here, Ulšulah!

Ulšulah : Then you've gotta admit, the Military Commission is the best choice we've got! Even Her Highness Theresa wouldn't disagree!
It was the two royals who made Kazdel into a nomadic city, the both of them who made it possible for us to even talk about the future of the Sarkaz here!
It was the same two royals who promoted me, giving a poor girl from the slums a chance to stand in the sight of the Royal Court, among those pure and ancient bloodlines.
Once trapped by naivety and compromise, the Sarkaz lose our chance at a true homeland.
There's no room for me to hesitate here.
The Military Commission, it's... it's the foundation for Kazdel to become a nation.

Hoederer : Will there even be a Kazdel once this war is over?

Ulšulah : All I know is I'm no traitor.

Ines : ......

Ulšulah : ......

Hoederer : ......

[Ulšulah slashes at Hoederer and Ines, who barely dodged it. ]

「Sure, we were prepared to bump into this old friend from the beginning.
Hoederer tacitly crosses from my side to confront this stupid girl, the Major of the Military Commission. 」

Hoederer : Ten minutes, that's my limit.
Get as much intel on that thing as you can.

「I bypass several Sarkaz blocking my way, shadows entwining their ankles.
I leap up, climbing the nerve clusters of this terrifying creature, the slippery feeling making me slightly sick.
Is this a Feranmut? I've never seen one before.
Show me the secrets hiding in your mind. 」

<Background 2>

[Ines runs through the titanic skeletal Feranmut's spine. ]

「This isn't a good section to walk on.
My luck has been pretty bad lately, always ending up in the body of some kind of monster. Last time it was the revenant, this time it's whatever this is.
Ugh, I hope I don't have to jump off it this time. 」

Ines : ......
These "nails" piercing its spine must be some kind of witchcraft device.
Are those nerve clusters trembling? Does this thing still have a will of its own?

[Several Kazdelian Sarkaz soldiers guarding the skeletal Feranmut shows up. ]

Spine Guardian : She's here!

「Ugh, how are they so quick? They climb up the skeleton in hot pursuit.
The sinews between the bones become something like a ladder for them, with the splinters of fallen bone serving as their weapons. 」

[The guardians fire at Ines, who easily parried the shots. ]

Ines : Hm, they know war. Ulšulah's trained a real elite unit.
But they could stand to work in some variety.

[Ines cuts down the guardians. ]

Ines : All they've got on me is numbers—

[Part of the skeletal Feranmut's nerves fell off. ]

「A foreboding instinct pops into my head and I instinctively dodge to the side.
A huge cluster of nerves comes crashing down, and the bone fragments I have been standing on shatter and crumble. 」

Ines : It's so hard on itself.

「Hmph, looks like every bone fragment, every bundle of sinew here could be a deadly weapon. That's a pain.
The nerve cluster wraps around again. I sink my dagger into it so hard that it recoils violently, carrying me high into the air.
Alright, so it has the most basic of reflexes.
Good enough. There's a cabin up ahead. 」

[Ines cuts down more of the skeletal Feranmut's guardians in her way... ]

Ines : Right there!

[...before jumping off the collapsing spine. ]

「With all my might, I grab the dangling bundle of nerves and leap away. 」

<Background 3>

[Ines drops into what appears to be the skeletal Feranmut's nerve center. ]

Ines : *cough*, *cough* *cough*!
Dust everywhere... from wind-weathered bone.
This should be the center.
Hm, no clear interface. Is it driven purely by witchcraft?
A willing slave? Or a marionette controlled by strings?

[Ines is attacked by Arts, who managed to dodge... ]

Ines : Hmmm...

[...as the attacker reveals herself to be Ulšulah. ]

Ulšulah : You dodged my Arts, Ines. That should've gone right through your heart.

Ines : You still haven't fixed that old habit of yours, your casting always deviates a little to the left.
Lucky I've been on the bad end of that enough times.

Ulšulah : Hmph...

Ines : You in a hurry? Did Hoederer make a fool out of you?

[The skeletal Feranmut rumbles. ]

Ines : It's fragile, isn't it? Not as honest as it seems.

Ulšulah : You're welcome to guess.
If we get the chance, I'd really like to hear about those three deaths you mentioned. Must be a thrilling story.

Ines : You wanna try once?

Ulšulah : No, I'd rather us live.
If you can make it through the chaos and live on, that is.

「A tremendous force flips me over, the nerve bundle sweeps away, trying to tug me with it. The Feranmut is gradually swinging its body.
They've built a lot of cabins here.
And the thing tends to drift in the space.
What if the Feranmut wanders when I'm not in one of the cabins?
I really don't want to find out.
I'm not Hoederer, I'm not into becoming history.
Shadows, like blades, sweep through the hall of bone. 」

[Ulšulah strikes at the distracted Ines. ]

Ulšulah : Save what's left of your dignity, Ines, there's no point.
Your shadows can't protect you from the might of a Feranmut.

「Weathered bone dust takes flight again, filling my vision. 」

Ines : Thanks for the reminder.
Hoederer—!

[An explosion occurs nearby, and... ]

「Oftentimes, even I have to admit that Hoederer makes a pretty good partner.
I'm actually glad we didn't betray each other. It's hard to find a Sarkaz like him.
The past was tough, and the future's gonna be tough too.
The dim firelight rises with the dust, twisting.
His figure emerges from the embers, sparks in the wind singe his cloak and my hair.
And sometimes... only sometimes... I'm willing to tolerate his obnoxious Arts. 」

Hoederer : We're well past the age when we can talk about friendship.
But I'd rather live in a future Kazdel that keeps the "silly" naivety we always laughed at.

「The turbulence is intensifying.
I grab his hand. 」

<Background 3>

Ulšulah : Sigh...
I forgot to tell you, Hoederer. General Manfred gave me your book.
It's pretty good, I have to admit.
You gathered up the bits and pieces, arranging them in chronological order, thinking you found the thread.
But you've been running all this time. Do you plan to do this forever?

Ines : Drop it, Ulšulah, time to say goodbye.
Hoederer, you're jumping with me this time.
Don't get swept away by the turbulence of history. Never forget the present... the life that you're living.

Hoederer : You're the boss.

[Ines and Hoederer runs outside... ]

<Background black>

「Boiling shadows point the way for us, scorched dust carrying us along. 」

<Flashback starts here>

「The illusions shift before our eyes.
When I'm falling fast enough, I suddenly realize that history really does look pretty fragile and hypocritical.
I see a vast, and familiar battlefield. One of the war zones from Kazdel, where the flames are still burning.
I recall the past. Hoederer always wanted to steer clear of the war that tore apart his people. I force myself to turn my head, while he's single-mindedly focused on finding a suitable landing zone. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background black>

「Run away from the war? Heh.
We weren't at Babel when Her Highness came under attack. We could have left Kazdel straight away. Why did we go back for W?
Why join Reunion? Why lay low in Londinium all this time?
What is Hoederer fighting for anyway?
What am I... fighting for? 」

「We break through the earth, the illusions vanish, and we see what was always there.
He grabs my arm, telling me to be ready.
Arts envelop us and my vision clears. Shadows rise from the ground.
Maybe we stopped running a long time ago. 」

13-9: Those Espying the Crown

Summary

The Confessarii raid the safe house Kal'tsit and the others are sheltering in, and reveal their true objective: to seize The King of Sarkaz's power for all eternity. In the end, they manage to take Nightingale away. Elsewhere, Talulah discovers the long-lived Nowell hidden within her team.

The myriad souls lie prostrate.

「Howling knocks on the door from beneath, tangible usurps the intangible.
Qui'sartuštaj bears witness.
The Black Crown imprisoned, the offender perpetually innocent.
Because kings are born before immortality. 」

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : Is W back yet?

Shining : No.

Kal'tsit : The time she's spent on this mission has already exceeded our worst-case calculations.
How's Nightingale doing?

Shining : ......

「Shining looks past the window and at Nightingale, sleeping soundly under the trees outside. 」

Shining : Not great.
Liz has never been more stable than she is right now, but the amount of Originium in her body is rising, and it's highly likely her nociceptors will be affected.

Kal'tsit : This can't be an ordinary Infection symptom.

Shining : Perhaps it's due to the Sarkaz witchcraft devices on the battlefield, or maybe the whispering of the revenant... I don't know.
There's no way I can tell Liz that "I feel her pain". For I have no idea what's going on.
But yesterday, she was happily telling me how she hasn't been feeling any pain in her dreams for a long time now...

Kal'tsit : You're hesitating.
You"ve been like this ever since you returned from the Confessarius"s place alone.
Do you remember what you told me, when you applied to come with me to Londinium?

Shining : To "heal Liz", Dr. Kal'tsit. This goal I've never wavered on, ever.

Kal'tsit : We may not know the exact status of her illness, but we all know what it means to "heal" her.

Shining : The things we need to do will not change... on this I'm clear.

Kal'tsit : I have faith in you both.
The way you look at Nightingale isn't just with compassion. You're not just her doctor—she's healing your fears too.
Her body has its issues, but she"s a member of the "Followers", as well as your companion, and not a delicate flower that needs your protection.
The Confessarii secret is truly a sickening affair, but we might only be able to uncover the truth by facing the abomination lurking in the utmost depths head on.

Shining : ......

Kal'tsit : I know you may be somewhat worried.
But as I said when we first agreed to work together, Rhodes Island will help you if you ever need a hand.

Shining : ——Thank you, Dr. Kal'tsit.

「A blue fowlbeast chirps as it lands on Shining's shoulder.
This is Liz's usual way of greeting her. 」

Shining : Liz's awake. I'll go fetch her.

<Background fades out and in>

Nightingale : I'm fine, Shining. You don't have to look after me so meticulously.

Shining : Liz, we were just discussing your condition, and there are some signs... that aren't too great.
The vicinity of Londinium has turned into a warzone, and there are some things that are affecting your health.
Dr. Kal'tsit and I are currently discussing our next course of action. This place is also just a temporary foothold.

Nightingale : Shining... come here. Closer.

Shining : Alright.

Nightingale : Look at you. Why wear that face when you've already made up your mind?
We can't run forever.
The way things are now, we might as well confront them with our dignity intact, right?
I know you'll stay with me, so I'd rather stay here, and be a little more proactive.

Shining : Liz...

Nightingale : Be strong, Shining. Your brows have been knitted ever since you met with them. Are you nervous?
Oh, right. While I was napping under the tree earlier... I had a dream.
I think we were children, walking in a stream...
The water didn't even reach our calves. It was cold, but very pleasant. We didn't speak, only walking along quietly.

Shining : ......

Nightingale : And then I woke up. I saw a strange fowlbeast pecking at its own plumage.
It seemed to be pecking at its bruise-covered body until it was entirely covered in blood...
It gazed at me with a pleading look in its eyes, crying as it huddled in its own nest, but it was not liquid pouring down its face, it was white wax...
Even its mess of feathers were all frozen, and it was still chirping before it died—

「Qui'sartuštaj bears witness. 」

Nightingale : It was a strange melody, that sounded like...

「Qui'sartuštaj bears witness. 」

Nightingale : *Ancient Sarkaz Language*.

Shining : Liz...?

「Shining spots a black fowlbeast resting on the tree, weakly nesting on a crown made of dead branches.
It looks back at Shining, and a trembling cry resounds from its syrinx, a rhythm permeating—
*Ancient Sarkaz Language*.
A black feather floats from the crown of dead branches.
It covers everyone's vision despite its tiny size. 」

??? : You led me here.
And so I've come to take you home, Liz.

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr!

Mon3tr : (High-pitched braying)

??? : Return from whence you came.

[Mon3tr was struck by an attack... ]

??? : The structure is so fragile. It seems Theresis's blade is sharper than I imagined.

[...as the head Confessarius, whose name is revealed to be Qui'sartuštaj, reveals himself. ]

Nightingale : Watch out, Shining!

Shining : It's fine, Liz. He can't harm me.

Confessarius : You've regressed.
It will be a challenge to return your body to its peak condition. That will eat into my experimentation time.

Shining : To think you'd willingly leave that sordid lair of yours...

「The black fowlbeast rests on the dead branches in the Confessarius's hand.
Its robust body is covered by an abundance of feathers, shining with luster.
It was reborn so easily and instantly from corruption. 」

Shining : It seems like you're anxious about something as well.

Confessarius : We have already arrived at the gate.
We've made great strides in our experiments, even just knocking softly on the door.
You must attend the final ritual—

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, meltdown!

Mon3tr : (Angry howling)

Confessarius : Five minutes will be enough, Salus. Stop her with your life.
Do not let them hinder me.

[Salus reveals herself. ]

「A black curtain of satin drapes down.
It binds the howling monster in multiple layers, giving it less and less space to struggle. 」

Mon3tr : (Pained howling)

Shining : Her Arts are black...?
Is that... Amiya's? What have you done to her?!

Kal'tsit : ...No.
They didn't defeat her.

Salus : I should have been able to present the King of Sarkaz to the leader unharmed. It's a pity.
But no matter. Even just getting a glimpse can let the fake take another step forward.
So, little creature. Don't disturb our leader at work—follow me elsewhere to wait till he's done!

Mon3tr : (Angry wailing)

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr!

Shining : Dr. Kal'tsit, you're in no shape to exert yourself.
I said last time that our next meeting would be on the battlefield.

Confessarius : Oh? Then why are you concealing your sword even now?
You swore to sever your ties with our lineage when you left home, and this whole time I've been looking forward for you to return and fulfil your promise.
I gave you time, but you disappoint me again and again.
We were supposed to produce the next me. We would have created the most intangible bloodline in the last hundred years.

[Qui'sartuštaj leashes Nightingale with his Arts... ]

Nightingale : Ugh...!

[...and Shining tries to cut off the leash. ]

Confessarius : Hm.
Sharp, but so impure. What's happened to your soul?
Did you think you still had hope to cling onto, after leaving us?

Shining : ......
Liz!
Come back!

Nightingale : ......!
I won't...
Let you manipulate me!

[Nightingale breaks free from Qui'sartuštaj's leash. ]

Confessarius : Oh...? You're a creation that has surpassed my expectations.
You're supposed to be just a shell, and yet you can touch "me"?

Nightingale : Now, Shining!
I... I can't hold on much longer!

Shining : ......

「A strange feeling surges from within Shining.
Nightingale is resisting the Confessarius, and even suppressing him—the ancient devil's soul has never manifested in such a vulnerable state before.
Bloodline. The word itself sounds unreal, but at this moment there only seems to be an extensive crack of blood right in front of her eyes.
But Shining hesitates.
Why is this so simple?
How could it be this simple? 」

Kal'tsit : Nightingale, stop!
It's a trap! He's waiting for your Arts to resonate!

Nightingale : —!

「Time slows down.
Mon3tr fights with Salus as Kal'tsit yells out. Everything flows past like streams of light. 」

Confessarius : Both you and I know where fate will lead us, but those without self-awareness will only trap themselves in their own pitiful cage.
It's futile to despise your bloodline and resist your fate. No one can deny the natural gifts bestowed by our bloodline.
I will do for you what you're hesitating to do, to crack an opening in the cage... Enter it with me, and I will bring you back onto the right track.
Think it through before you make your choice...
*Ancient Sarkaz name*.

<Background black>

「A white sword pierces though a heart atop a stone platform covered with dead branches.
Shining remembers the first time she cried, she remembers just how amazing it was, the birth of an unexpected emotion.
A brand new soul is carved anew under the blade. 」

??? : I've seen... pain... your... tears...

Confessarius : Accidents are bound to bring surprises. You could have stopped your explorations here and now, but you just can't bear to destroy the ignorant consciousness in that hollow shell.
And so you sew memories into the empty husk instead.

Shining : She's Liz. She shouldn't...

Confessarius : You did this of your own free will, filled up this consciousness with a name, with "Liz".

<Background 2>

「"Liz" is afraid of the completely silent person sitting across from her at the long table.
They agreed to sit here every night at the same hour for dinner together.
But the white-horned Sarkaz opposite her with a sword in her hands no longer speaks or moves outside of recording her every action she can remember today.
"Liz" always asks herself, have I done something to upset her?
"Liz" misses the beautiful memories, of how their lives were before... 」

Liz? : I keep having the same dream every day. I dream of us as children, walking in a stream hand in hand...
Then I flew upwards, and kept going higher and higher. You couldn't hold me back, and I saw you crying from the clouds.
Every time, when I wish to return to your side, I always wake up in pain.
I ache from your suffering, and I want to bear it for you.
I just need you to tell me why you feel like this...
Qui'saršinnag.

Shining : ......

Confessarius : Qui'saršinnag. This name means "inseparable hope"—our destiny.
Poor "Liz". She think it's all her fault, because of the momentary kindness you showed her.

Shining : I've already abandoned that sinful name. I'm called Shining now, and will always be.

Confessarius : Is that so? Are you sure you can resist your family's destiny that has carried on for a millennium?
I'm looking forward to it.

<Background 3>

「"Liz" holds the blue fowlbeast rescued from the river in her hands.
The indigo feathers are trembling, and the cold river water makes her shiver.
She thought Qui'saršinnag would get angry at her, but the sorrowful Sarkaz merely weaves a brand new birdcage for "Liz".
"Put it inside, and it'll stay safe always." 」

Liz? : I'm sorry, Qui'saršinnag. I didn't mean to endanger myself by going into the river to save it...
But I just couldn't watch it die.
I became fond of it the moment your family gifted it to me.
It likes to fly freely, but once it gets too far away from me it seems to lose its life, and falls into the river...
You say I did something similar yesterday... but I have no recollection of that at all.
But I'll listen to you, and put it inside the cage. I'll keep it safe.
Please don't get angry. I promise you something so foolish as this won't ever happen again.

Confessarius : The cage has finally accepted their own duty, and you have also realized your own destiny.
The more fragments and lies you fill her up with, the more confusion and suffering she goes through.
I've lifted those dusty fragments for her. There's no undoing her awakening, and eventually, she will suffer as her rootless consciousness crumbles.

Shining : I won't let that happen, Father.
I'll end our sins with my own hands, and Liz will be "cured".

Confessarius : And what next? Isn't her regaining the truth the very thing you fear, my dear sister?
This is the source of your woeful hesitation.

Shining : ......

Confessarius : I tolerate you wandering around with this receptacle, continuously strengthening this fragile cage...
Because I trust you to cherish it with your all, and you never disappoint me.
Eventually you'll come back to my side with the cage in tow.
That's what you've done. Look, She even tried to cage me in, to create an opportunity for you to defeat me.
Your rebellious love for her, and her fate resisting conscience have sadly only become another catalyst together.

Shining : You—
—Even want to use the hope she found herself?!

<Background 4>

Liz? : Shining? Are you here?

Shining : !

Liz? : I can sense your breathing, but I can't see you...

Shining : I'm here, Liz!

Confessarius : She can't hear your voice. We're walking within her tattered consciousness—
—Inside the cage.

「Shining sees the blue fowlbeast, huge enough to fill her vision.
Giant gray eyes look down on her, she is unable to see herself reflected in those eyes.
The fowlbeast's sharp beak opens and closes, a mellow voice trails in from nowhere. 」

Liz? : Shining... there's a vague question echoing in my head together with a name that stings me, but I can't recall it at all...
I might be able to remember it after we leave this place.
I've found I can share the pains of others and slow down their lives withering away.
You said we'd go to faraway places to find a way to cure me, and maybe I can cure others in pain along the way too.

Shining : ......

Confessarius : She's submerged in those disorderly and fragmented memories, and will eventually lose herself in them.
Or perhaps she'll go mad, or maybe she'll end her own life before that happens.
But you know how to solve this, Qui'saršinnag. I've taught you.

Shining : ......

Confessarius : Draw your sword, and cut down your blood relatives here and now.
Our souls will reconnect with your sword as a bridge, and you—
Will give birth.
To ancient power.
This is your inescapable destiny.
Become one with me, and use the remains of your bloodkin to nourish her consciousness that will stay shattered otherwise.

Shining : ......
Forgive me, Liz.

<Background 1>

「Shining clutches the sword in her arms, and the Confessarius's hand is already pressing on the scabbard. 」

Confessarius : At last, Qui'saršinnag...

「Day and night are about to pour out from the sheath.
But a single hand holds onto Shining's sleeve. 」

Nightingale : Shining. I like your new name much better.

Shining : Liz...

Nightingale : I feel like I've slept for a long time, lost myself within an infinity of fragments.
But I heard your voice, and you guided me to a place buried underneath the countless fragments.
I dug up some of my splintered memories there... and I still haven't remembered them all.
But I've recalled the question that I should have given you my answer to long ago...
I forgave you long ago.
Even before you resolved to seal all the memories of that laboratory away...
So I'm angry with you for deciding to act on your own without asking me.

Shining : ......

Nightingale : "Liz". I've always loved the name you chose for me.
Don't run away and bear everything by yourself. Didn't we promise to face it all together—

「Shining sees Nightingale's eyes, and her smile.
When she comes back to her senses, the hand has already quietly slipped away from her sleeve. 」

<Background 1>

Confessarius : A tragedy we have here, but the ending has already been determined.
You killing me will turn you into the breeding ground for the next in our bloodline, or, you can look on helplessly as you watch me take her away and drown in your regrets after.
It's all the same, Sister.

Salus : Sir, we need to retreat!

[Ascalon shows up and strikes Salus, causing her Arts to dissipate. ]

Salus : Ugh!

Ascalon : ......
How many bloodlines have you yet to touch, Chimera? Show me.
How many times can you put blood back into your body, and tell yourself your own fate?

Mon3tr : (Confused growl)

Mon3tr? : (Angry howling)

Mon3tr : (Excited cry)

Confessarius : Your little monster's copy is quite poor.
Is this because you're not as strong as you were before your rebirth, or is Dame Kal'tsit, beloved of all tribes, even more injured than I thought?

Mon3tr? : (Disdainful roar)

[The second Mon3tr reveals itself to be the other half of the reincarnated Damazti Cluster — which is on Rhodes Island's side. ]

Damazti Cluster : Qui'sartuštaj. The other part has chosen you.
So what will you bring him?

Confessarius : The name "Qui'sartuštaj" itself is the answer.
(In ancient Sarkaz) "Inextinguishable hope".
Qui'saršinnag. The cage is already awake. If you continue to keep her by your side, she will only... like the dewdrops of early dawn, evaporate and fade away in the light.

Shining : ......

Confessarius : I will take her away, and I will help you maintain her, I will help you make amends—
I will forge this cage into a crown.
And then, you will, we will be—
The King of Sarkaz for all eternity.

[Qui'sartuštaj flees along with Salus and Nightingale with his Arts. ]

Kal'tsit : There's no point in chasing after him.
Take stock of our losses and prepare to move at once. We still have unstabilized wounded, but our cover here has already been blown.

Shining : Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Operator Nightingale is an employee of the Rhodes Island Medical Department, and we will not allow anyone to take her away or to do her harm.
But we might place her in greater danger if we make any rash moves. After all, we"re facing an immortal "Lord of Fiends" that has been coveting the crown for thousands of years.
Qui'sartuštaj. The one who knocks on the door, the King of Usurping Kings.
I knew the threat of the Confessarii since the days of Babel, even though my numerous countermeasure attempts were all in vain.
Theresis concealed them so well that everyone merely thought of them as the regent's guards.

Shining : Please be at ease. I know what we have to do now.

Ascalon : I thought you'd be less calm than this.
What's your plan?

Shining : Liz... She has made her own choice.
A choice even I had never dared to think of, daring, aggressive, and also the most effective method. It seems like the one afraid of loss and death has always been me...
What I need to do. Heh.
Is to catch up to her.

Kal'tsit : ...I believe in you both.
How's Amiya, Ascalon?

Ascalon : She and the Doctor were also beset by the Confessarii's surprise attack, and are now with Logos.
Amiya has been affected by some kind of witchcraft. The one who they call Salus tried to seize the King of Sarkaz's power from her directly and failed, but Amiya's current condition is... very strange.
She's fallen into a coma.

Kal'tsit : Amiya's connection with the "Lord of Fiends" is only growing stronger, so we can only place our faith in her.

Ascalon : We also discovered several of the Vampires' Arts Circles, accompanied by some "illusions" from history.
The Doctor mentioned that the Originium used to build these Arts Circles was very "special".

Kal'tsit : ......
"Special".
Well then, Lord Damazti, I thank you for your assistance. What do you seek from us?

Damazti Cluster : We seek change. To hone ourselves. And meaning.
We seek the meaning of living a long and disordered life. You will show it to us, and we will verify it.
......
...That's all.

Kal'tsit : ......
Tell Closure and Feist to sweep this place thoroughly. We'll leave in three hours.
Leave a message for W to head towards Brentwood as per our original plans
We... really have to hurry.

<Background 5>

Infected Child : Hey! Uncle Nowell! The lens in my glasses fell out again!

Nowell : *Sigh*
I told you so many times your ears are too soft.
You grip on the frames so hard every time you feel your glasses sliding down that you break and change their shape. So of course the lens won't stay in place.
Let me have a look.

Infected Child : It's because you gave me such a heavy pair to wear!
But I found a better method, look!

「Little Susanna pulls out two leaves from behind her, and wedges the stems on her ears with the tips resting on her nose bridge.
Ah, glasses of green, fashioned with leaves. 」

Infected Child : Ta-da! What'd you think?

Nowell : Can you see with them?

Infected Child : I can! Really!
Just face the sun, like this—

「The child goes over to Nowell and puts two leaves on his eyes.
Nowell's vision is filled with a verdant green. 」

Nowell : Alright, kid, you—

Infected Child : Just look!

「Leaf veins.
The sunlight at noon in the forest is not very strong, but it is enough to shine through the thin leaves and reveal their interlaced veins, clear for all to see. 」

Infected Child : How is it? You can see, right?
You won't see anything interesting with that frown always on your face, Uncle Nowell!

「He stares blankly at the sun with the leaves covering his eyes. 」

Nowell : ...I can't see anything at all.
But, I know of a story from Yan of the east, a tale of "missing the forest for the leaves"—

Infected Child : Nuh-uh, not listening! You're as boring as ever, Uncle Nowell!

「The child with the glasses made of leaves comes and goes like a breeze, and disappears into the distant camp in the blink of an eye. 」

[Talulah shows up. ]

Talulah : It seems like you don't get along with the children, Mr. Nowell.

Nowell : If it isn't Talulah. Done with work?
I told that story to my son once... however, he didn't like hearing my stories either. Maybe I'm just not suited for it.

Talulah : You have an abundance of experience, even if we only know it from a smattering of phrases.
An average downtrodden Victorian optometrist who fled here after his shop was taken away from him amidst the war.
He sympathized with the Infected who were being discriminated against, and so chose to join their group and help out a little with his abilities.
You've always displayed a respectable character ever since I got to know you, Mr. Nowell.
But it's because of that... I...
......

Nowell : Please speak your mind, Talulah.

Talulah : I'm just curious why a long-lived like you would deign to conceal your identity and do such insignificant things.

Nowell : ......

Talulah : I noticed. Of course, this is still much better than the worst-case scenario I thought of.
However... you can deny it, and we'll speak of it no more. I'll tell Nine though.

Nowell : I won't.

「Nowell smiles, plucks a leaf and fiddles with it. 」

Nowell : There are actually many Victorians who I'm well-acquainted with, that know my identity... I only wish to avoid scaring my travel companions.
But I'd like to correct you on one point, Talulah. I'm not "deigning" to act like this.
My longevity aside, I doubt I'm any more talented than ordinary people.
The long-lived gain their longevity through different means, as diverse as the Originium Arts they use.
But we aren't always influential figures, Talulah.

Talulah : ......

Nowell : In fact... I'm much more interested in your story.
A descendant of the red dragon, founder of Reunion, and the leader of the Infected movement that took off in Ursus. To think you'd still act so shrewdly towards a so-called "long-lived"?

Talulah : ...Who exactly are you, Mr. Nowell?

Nowell : Just some guy.
A hundred and fifty years ago, I was telling my third son the fables I learned from my travels in Yan, and he left my side from impatience.
And as I stood before his granddaughter's granddaughter, I was once again a stranger in a large family.
So now I harbor anger and pain inside me, giving up entirely on both family and love as I try to locate the villain hiding in Victoria who manipulated my fate.
I spent the last century researching... researching the "long-liveds", the "gods", the "masterminds", the "immemorials", and myself.
I tried to benefit from the system of nobility, to hone my Originium Arts, to accumulate wealth and exchange it for secrets...
I tried every method you can fathom to get closer to the truth, but I haven't been successful at all.
I didn't manage to become nobility or wealthy. I only had a little shop... that's all I really had. Combat abilities wise, I might not even be able to defeat Mr. Guard.
Time has only taught me to recognize the reality that I hold no talents at all.
......
That's the story of an ordinary person, Talulah. This tale I can freely share with you.

「Nowell drops the leaves that were in his hand, and the breeze blows them far away.
He dusts himself off, and picks up his suitcase once more. 」

Nowell : Please, rest assured I hold no ill intent towards you all. I only wish to find... the "hands of fate" that cursed me.
She hides behind the country, treating her monarch as her glove, and the city-state her chessboard.
She merely looks upon everything labeled "Victoria" with a cold gaze. If needed, "Victoria" can even be destroyed and rebuilt, and topped off with a new flag after.
How can I believe she isn't involved in our current turmoil of absurdity?
She's definitely hiding within the dukes. Watching the Sarkaz and Victorians engage in mutual slaughter. Bloodshed and sacrifice are merely heartless parameters and indicators to her.
Perhaps you might have been manipulated by a similar pair of "hands" before—you have royal blood running through your veins after all. She has no reason to let you nor Alistair's daughter go.

Talulah : Me? I do know another conspirator, but he doesn't deserve to be called a god, nor can he manipulate my fate.

Nowell : But that's exactly how they live on, Talulah.
I want to know how to kill them.
Or perhaps, how to kill myself.

Talulah : ......

Nowell : It's getting late, I need to fix little Susanna's glasses.

Talulah : Mr. Nowell, you...

Nowell : Talulah. The reason why I willingly tell you all of this, and why I joined Reunion—do forgive my selfishness—it is due to the intuition I"ve honed by the extra century I"ve lived.
You too, have resisted such a predetermined fate.
All of you here have.

Operation story: 13-10

After operation

Summary

While unconscious, Amiya has a dream. She dreams of becoming the Lord of Fiends that destroys the world, as prophesied by Patriot. The myriad souls of the Sarkaz wish for Amiya to accept her fate, only to be met with rejection.

「Where... am I...?
Pain, rip, shatter.
Every bit of suffering is piled upon my body, every person killed silently is myself.
No, I must... 」

<Background black>

「But, why can I not summon the strength?
Someone seems to be urgently calling my name... 」

"Amiya!"
"You promised me—"
*Incoherent voices*

「Is that the Doctor? I can't tell.
I want to reply. I try opening my mouth, just to tell the Doctor I'm fine.
The pain starts to fade away as the chaotic scene finally becomes clear.
I search for what strength remains in my body. 」

「"I see cities, devastated."
"I see Originium, blanketing the land."
I see you—"
The fuzzy echoes get further away as I open my eyes. 」

<Background 1>

Amiya : I...
This is... a battlefield.
My battlefield, the battlefield of the "King of Sarkaz".

「An army lies dormant behind me, silently raising their banners up high, soaked through with blood, pain and suffering...
...of ours... of our enemies. 」

[The Nachzehrer King appears before Amiya. ]

Nachzehrer King : We will take this last city. Their resistance has reached an end.

Amiya : You are... the king of the Nachzehrer Court.
What's your name?

Nachzehrer King : I have no name. I am merely your loyal subject, "King of Sarkaz".
This is your fate. You will bring us salvation.
All that we fervently wish for, all that we have finally achieved... salvation.

「I nod slightly.
A droning cry fills the air, declaring a new chapter of destruction. The earth beneath my feet, it squirms, it curls, all because of me.
This is the grace the "Lord of Fiends" has bequeathed the lands.
The formation begins advancing. 」

Nachzehrer King : Your will is our will.
You have answered the prophecy, and thus it will yield its rewards.
Please leave it to us. This battle will not drag much longer.

「Prophecy?
Prophecy.
I once heard that... 」

[Theresa appears before Amiya. ]

Theresa : You look exhausted these days.
Amiya, you can't go on like this. You need to rest.

Amiya : ...Theresa?

「Is that it? I'm... exhausted? 」

「We fought a difficult battle at the Defense Forces' control tower, with Dr. Kal'tsit taking a serious injury.
Norport Borough has been locked down, all its residents left for dead.
We are at the tender mercies of Victoria's Catastrophes... But our military is yet to give up.
Within the Sargonian City of Gold, the Zhayedan millennium-old roars nailed shut in their coffins.
Zwillingstürme's spires rotted and crumbling, not a tune ever to ring out again.
The eternal holy city of Laterano, its pure white cathedral dyed in black, their ancient betrayal paid in full.
Even under the tides... The arrogant Ægir bow their heads to me. For those still try to uphold their dignity, I claim them one by one.
In all of these, one solitary figure remains constant.
Is all of this my doing? 」

Amiya : Is all of this... my doing?

Theresa : These are all things you need to do, Amiya.
You have come to the origin of it all.
This is also our fated end.

「I feel something flowing out the edge of my eyes.
Theresa raises a gentle hand and wipes my tears away. 」

Theresa : Don't be like this, Amiya.
"King of Sarkaz". I personally placed this crown upon your head, and brought to you this pain... and glory.
We will face it together.
This is... the will of the myriad souls. We cannot deny it.
The more you reject it, the more you suffer. The more you resist it, the weaker you are.

「Theresa's face begins to blur.
All of them are telling me this, all at once.
Across millennia, all the Sarkaz within the myriad souls, they are all telling me this.
There is no rebuke, no terror.
They just... truly wish for me to be at peace once more. 」

Theresa? : We have seen so much defiance of fate. Prophecies manifest early before those who defy it, and it is clear as day where they will ultimately fall.
We are grateful for those pointless challenges. Through their struggles they weave an ode to heroes, yet the heroes themselves are destined to perish.
The more you reject it, the more you suffer.
Because you understand. All choices, all struggles, all fatigue, the sorrow you swallow, they bear no meaning. Rejecting it only embitters the gentle hand of fate.
The more you resist it, the weaker you are.
Because you realize. All fights, all resistance, the blood we spill, our haggard words, they have no destination. Resistance only fills your destined home with thorns.
Why bother... why bother.
We only wish for you to rest.
Close your eyes, Amiya.

<Background black>

「Close your eyes.
Millions of kin bow down before my rusted throne. They will bear Kazdel here.
The King spurs them, the King drives them, the King enslaves them.
This is your mission. This is my mission.
This is my... predestined fate. 」

"A good ending, is never earned."
"This is fate. I tasted, too much."
"I fought fate, so many years... in the end, I could not win."
"But you... maybe you're..."
"Will you... admit it?"

"You're afraid, little King."
"You know, my ending. You believe, all the prophecies, will be realized."
"You will be, the origin of ruin. You will be, the harbinger of disaster."
"You decide, you accept."
"...Really?"

「I...
I— 」

Without exception, Amiya.
Even he, Buldrokkas'tee, succumbed to fate.
Are you stronger than him? Braver than him? Do you think those soft shoulders of yours can bear the weight of the frost and blades he's borne?
At the end of your journey, you will regret, you will suffer for your sin. Your sin of not being able to accept who you are!
Look at your hands, child. Look at your hands.

<Background black>

「I glance down, feeling at my hands. I try curling my hands into fists.
Is this my will? 」

<Background 2>

「On the vast battlefield, I stand alone.
Innumerable corpses.
The Black Crown hovers above her head. 」

Amiya? : "I see you, black crown on your head, melting millions of lives, into nothing but memories."
"I see the, King of Sarkaz, enslaving all peoples, everywhere."
......
You will regret.
You will fall in regret, just like me.
The final destination... is still here.
When death approaches, you will realize, that all prophecies, are inevitable.
I... am the most horrific disaster to afflict our world.

「I am the most horrific disaster to afflict our world.
I step forward, towards Amiya, towards myself.
Towards fate itself. 」

Amiya : Then...

「Black Arts weave into a sword, stabbing the Amiya in front of me.
Stabbing myself through the chest. 」

Amiya : Then, I will kill you.
Even if, you are me, you are the "Lord of Fiends".

Amiya? : I once... made the same choice as you.
I thought that I was strong enough, powerful enough to unbind myself from fate's shackles.
You can't do it.
Amiya... you can't do it.

[The other Amiya turns into someone else. ]

Amiya : Really.
Maybe.
You may have tried once, you may have faced all sorts of bitterness and still fallen into the same abyss in the end.
But I haven't.

Amiya : I have not walked on your so-called "fated path".
......
I will challenge you, in my, the King of Sarkaz's name, "Amiya".
If the end of it all was set in stone long ago by those prophecies you espouse, if the meaning of our lives are just to prove your inevitable conclusion...
Then why do we live?
Why do we exist?
The Patriot's lifelong struggle, Dr. Kal'tsit's assiduous choices, Dr. {nickname} holding my hand and affirming our path—
All this just to become a footnote in fate's manuscript?
I refuse to accept it.

Theresa? : Amiya, this will only beget pain.
It will be, an endless torture.

Amiya : Myriad souls of Kazdel, I ask you. Did Theresa break out of her own fate?
Even Theresis, did he face you head on?

Theresa? : ......

Amiya : Theresa... She handed over this crown to me, for this.
She didn't believe in the predestined tragic future that you paint.

["Theresa" turns into a Possessed warrior. ]

Sarkaz Myriad Souls? : So she is suffering now... Listening to our voices with nary a rest!
If only to relieve her burden, "King of Sarkaz", you must—

Amiya : No.
Theresa doesn't need any rescue.
The "King of Sarkaz" will no longer be a symbol of conquest and revenge.
Maybe... that's why I must be the one.

Sarkaz Myriad Souls? : How arrogant, how conceited—

Amiya : No, it is only because I have worn this black crown, that I brandish my sword at you.

Sarkaz Myriad Souls? : You cannot escape fate's choice. The further you run from it, the faster it will come—

Amiya : I won't run.
I'll wait here for it. "Fate".
When your plans have dissipated, when your taunts fall short.
I'll show you all—
We... The peoples of this great land, can choose an ending for ourselves.

「I find the strength in my body.
They call this power the King of Sarkaz.
But I know, it was never about the King. This power was never meant for conquest, for subjugation.
Its true objective is—
"Survival". 」

<Background black>

「The battlefield abruptly shatters.
I hear a distant sigh.
It carries no anger, no fear, no sorrow.
Just a sigh.
Was this a reply from the myriad souls, or... just myself sleep-talking as I awake from a nightmare? 」

<Background 3>

Amiya : ......
Mm—

「Amiya, you're awake! 」

「A familiar voice beckons. I feel those lingering emotions dissipate. 」

「Do you feel alright? Any pain?
You got hit by Confessarius witchcraft. Did you have a nightmare? 」

「The Doctor's voice always calms me down. 」

Amiya : I'm fine now.

「I lift my hand, the black Arts sparking out as usual. 」

Amiya : ...The "King of Sarkaz".
Doctor, this power is not a curse. It's not forbidden witchcraft that brings disaster.
Theresa passed it to me, so that... we can use it to find our own path.

「I trust you. 」

「The Doctor holds my hands tightly. 」

Logos : You're up, Amiya.
I'm sorry.

Amiya : It's fine... Logos.
Whether or not I was caught by Confessarius witchcraft, I would have had to face this... self-reflection eventually.
In my dream, those voices proclaimed the prophecy again.

Logos : Prophecy?

Amiya : Yes... The prophecy The Patriot spoke of before he died.

Logos : No matter what voices they were, it's all a trick of the Confessarii.
Don't worry about it.

Amiya : No.
Was that a method of Confessarius torture, or are the myriad souls still deeply connected to my heart?
Or maybe I... still hold on to that scary prophecy deep down inside.
It's not important, though. I already rejected their offer.
Again.

Logos : ...Good.
I still want you to get a full checkup from Dr. Kal'tsit, though. Your rings...

Amiya : I do.
Um, Logos, where are we though...?

「The sound of footsteps approaches, it's... some Sarkaz mercenaries? They're moving a crystal shard the color of blood onto a truck not far away.
I recognize the girl leading them, Paprika. The Doctor said she freed the workers in Highbury. 」

「Logos requisitioned the use of this Sarkaz transport squad's vehicle. In the name of the Lord of the Banshees.
We need to escape the Confessarii pursuit. 」

Logos : Yesterday, Closure's drones found us. W's safehouse that they were staying at were also attacked by the Confessarii, and Nightingale was captured.

Amiya : ...The Confessarii.

Logos : We let our guard down against this Sarkaz squad named after the Confessarii. Theresis's plan also allowed them freedom of movement.
However, they've finally left the shadows they've been hiding in.
Doctor, Paprika and the others are loading the Originium samples you need on board. But they're still wary of us.
Right now, they're only listening to me because they fear me. I might have to resort to threatening them with real curses soon.

「Five batches of crystals should be enough. Amiya's recovered as well. 」

Logos : Then, we will head to Brentwood next and meet up with Dr. Kal'tsit.

Amiya : Doctor, you look uneasy... What's worrying you?

「I fear that Theresis isn't looking for any sort of Vampire witchcraft device.
What he wants is... an even more unsettling power. 」

Operation story: 13-11

Before operation

Summary

Brentwood, a small town, is under the control of the Sarkaz, who are having its residents build an Arts Circle. Magdelene, the town's flower shop owner encounters Feist and Rockrock, who infiltrated for reconnaissance. The mayor refuses their plea for assistance.

<Background black>

Notice
1) Residents must comply with all regulations previously announced by the Military Commission
2) Must comply with all work safety regulations. No time off allowed whatsoever
3) Leaving your place of residence after 7 PM is strictly forbidden
4) Mourning Mayor West in any manner is forbidden
Acting Mayor of Brentwood
Freda West

<Background 1>

「I still don't have the seed.
Can we still have those flowers ready by next year's harvest festival?
I don't want my family's traditions to die in my hands... 」

[Someone knocks the door. ]

Magdelene : Come in.

[A man named Will enters. ]

Will : Good morning, Magdelene, *Burp*—

Magdelene : Were you drunk last night?

Will : Hehe, Old Henk and I... had a teeny tiny taste of the Mayor's leftover booze.
I'll let you in on a little secret, Mr. West had more than just fine wine brewing for the celebration! *hic*—
—He was hiding a whole cannon behind our backs! The last time I saw one of those, it was the harvest when we were ten!
I'll definitely invite you to a dance during the gun salute at next year's festival, Magdelene!

Magdelene : You're still really drunk, you know that?

Will : I just hope that the flash powder hasn't gotten wet, with all the barrels it was stored alongside.
It'll only be a few more days. Once we're finished with that bloody thing the devils are having us build, they'll leave us alone.
Then, when the time comes for next year's harvest festival, we'll get to celebrate the return of our normal lives all night long—

[A hanging clock in the greenhouse rings. ]

Will : Hm—When did you start hanging clocks in the greenhouse?

Magdelene : It's a long time past the time everyone's supposed to gather to head to work. Are you skiving off work today?

Will : They won't notice a single man missing.
I'm getting ready to head there. I know there's a back alley behind your greenhouse that leads straight to the work site.
Strange, though. Them devils don't often loiter around here...
The door's over there... I'll head there right now!
See you! *hic*—

[Will went into another door... ]

Magdelene : Wait, Will! Don't open that door!

[...and he opens it, only for pots to fall from behind it. ]

Magdelene : Watch out!

Will : Oww—Magdelene, did a flower pot crack my skull open?

Magdelene : Nothing happened...
*sigh*, you're still drunk. The door outside is that way. I'll take you to the work site.

Will : Right, I gotta remember to bring a bouquet to mourn Mr. West. It's a shame he didn't get to taste the wine he was brewing...

Magdelene : You didn't see the notice they put up today?

Will : What notice? *hic*—

Magdelene : ......
Never mind. Take this flower.

<Background 2>

「Brentwood has visibly deteriorated over the last few years.
Although Mayor West racked his brains to try to turn things around, his ideas all yielded little results. Though caravans once visited in droves, none of them are willing to visit this forgotten town any more.
Everyone has been suffocating thanks to the ever-approaching war and the worsening situation in Londinium.
Two weeks ago, all of us gathered at the top of the town hall tower and saw a Catastrophe cloud rising into the sky in Londinium's direction.
Mayor West hesitated for half a day, and gave up on sending a team to Londinium to find out what happened. There were only the rumors that "war has broken out."
It was only when the Sarkaz came that the town regained its former "vigor." They hired all of us with food.
Everyone scrambled to line up for work day after day, and gave everything their all in exchange of the limited food there is. We're all very industrious. In a few short weeks, the thing that they had us build is already starting to take shape.
With the promise of survival dangling in front of us, we strained to forget how Mr. West died.
If there's no one working the farms anymore...
Then what is the harvest festival that everyone is so looking forward to actually celebrating? 」

[A group of Sarkaz workers walk by. ]

Magdelene : Will, they're coming this way. Wake up!

Sarkaz Supervisor : ......

Freda : Dammit, Will... I told you not to drink so much!

[Freda stands before the Sarkaz supervisor. ]

Freda : Sir, this man broke the rules. I'll be taking him to confinement to reflect on what he's done.

Sarkaz Supervisor : Looks like you enjoy the power we've granted you, Feline.

Freda : I... I just don't want anyone to break the rules we agreed on.

Sarkaz Supervisor : Hmph, I can tell you're trying to protect him. Childish tricks.
You'd best remember how your unlucky father died.
His Highness is willing to overlook your disrespectful attitude before. That alone is your greatest reward.
What we need now are honest workers. It's that simple.

Will : I... It won't happen again, sir. I swear!

Sarkaz Supervisor : That's right. Your legs should be shaking.
Don't worry. You'll live. If you were dead, I'd have to find a *Sarkaz profanity* to do your job.

Freda : I'll keep an eye on him. I promise there will be no delays.

Sarkaz Supervisor : Better not be. I don't care who picks up his slack, as long as one of you does.

Magdelene : ......

Sarkaz Supervisor : Not you.
Now get back to your posts. I don't want the boss to chew me out.

Magdelene : ......

Sarkaz Supervisor : Scram.

[The supervisor leaves. ]

Freda : Magdelene, please. Let me take care of him. He'll sober up in confinement.

Will : I'm sober! I wouldn't dare fall behind on the schedule they set.

Freda : Wait till you can stand before you act tough. If you pass out at the work site, I won't be able to save you.
*sigh*... I shouldn't have given you the keys to the warehouse yesterday.
Are these flowers... for me?

Will : Hah, of course not.
I got them to mourn Mr. West.

Magdelene : ......

Freda : ......
You didn't see the notice I put out today?

Magdelene : He had too much to drink yesterday, so...

Will : Sorry, Freda... I was only going to have a little sip—
—but that bastard Tom started spouting nonsense. He says you're a haughty traitor riding the devils' coattails!

Freda : ......

Will : We're managing to get by these days only because you kowtowed to the devils.
Old Henk and I were proper pissed off. We challenged the bastard to some drinking games, but we got careless and didn't stop, *hic*—

Freda : What they think doesn't matter.
Never mind. Give me the flowers. Let me thank you in my father's place.

Magdelene : Maybe we could hold a ceremony for Mr. West in the warehouse he was secretly making his preparations in.
The Sarkaz rarely go there.

Freda : Thanks, Magdelene.
My guess is that you got the flowers. He's not smart enough.
But you should go back. I just heard... a group of outsiders appeared in the village a few days ago. Not the dukes' army, but they are armed.
The Sarkaz are afraid someone in town could help them. They'll start today's search ahead of schedule.

Magdelene : So early?

[Magdelene rushes off. ]

Will : What is she running that fast for? Is she in a rush?

Freda : For your own good, I suggest you stop bothering her so much.
She has her own troubles to take care of. Now go. Sober up in confinement. *sigh*...

<Background 1>

[Magdelene returns to the greenhouse, only to find a junior Sarkaz Royal Court officer waiting for her. ]

Royal Court Junior Officer : My men saw you go to the work site, Gardener.
Do not exhaust my trust in you.

「How can I get rid of him?
I hope he hasn't found anything. 」

Royal Court Junior Officer : You hung up the clock I gave you.
Very good. That'll help you to remember your work hours and not to leave your post.

「He's got mud on his hands.
Did he turn my daisies' soil? 」

Royal Court Junior Officer : I didn't give my subordinates permission to muck around with your greenhouse—
Hmph, you might as well just search out in the open. No need to be so cautious about me.
Or are you trying to look for these?

Magdelene : ......

「Phew, good thing it's just those seeds. 」

Royal Court Junior Officer : These seeds are not on my list of approved transactions.
I don't care how you got your hands on these, but I suggest you knock it off with the stupid ideas.
From today onwards, we'll deal with any suspicious individuals directly.
Why am I even telling you this?
Anyway, you'd better stay in line. Don't do anything stupid.

「It's so quiet, it's eerie.
Should I turn around and look? 」

Royal Court Junior Officer : I like the flowers you're growing, these "roses." We don't have them in Kazdel.
There's a battle. I need to leave town, and I won't be back so often anymore.

Magdelene : ......

Royal Court Junior Officer : You must be happy about that.
Send these flowers to my tent later, Gardener. This coin is my down payment.

Magdelene : ......

Royal Court Junior Officer : One last word of advice. Don't go near the work site at the center of the town.

[The officer leaves. ]

「These scary men are interested in such fragile flowers? 」

Magdelene : Oh! My roses...

「The white petals are stained in red blood.
Was his hand pricked by the roses' thorns?
He didn't feel any pain?
Weird Sarkaz. 」

[Magdelene remembered something... ]

Magdelene : Oh no!

[...and opens a locker... ]

Magdelene : It's safe now! Are all of you okay?

[...revealing Feist and Rockrock who are hiding there all along. ]

Feist : Phew—Free at last. It's such a tight squeeze inside!

Rockrock : Easy. You were just about ready to fight him, weren't you?

Feist : I know we can't bring trouble so soon—

Magdelene : Sorry, Rockrock...
And...

Feist : I'm Feist.

Magdelene : I didn't expect them to start looking so early today. I heard there's a group of... "armed militants" outside the town.

「The two of them look at each other. 」

Rockrock : We're sorry for all the trouble.
Magdelene, right? Things here are a little not like what we expected.
The situation is a bit... awful, I suppose? But there's a surface-level "peace" maintained here.
Do the villagers serve the Sarkaz?

Feist : Rockrock!

「Although the face of the young man named Feist shows many signs of battle weathering, I can nonetheless see a fearless courage in his clear eyes.
Rockrock seems to be his partner. I can imagine the two of them fighting alongside each other.
It's been some time since I saw such zealous vigor in this town. 」

Magdelene : It's not a problem. It's true... Our town is working for the Sarkaz. Normal for Rockrock to be having doubts.
You told me you were refugees...
I'm guessing you must be more than refugees who escaped Londinium, seeking supplies?

Feist : Sorry about that. We didn't tell you who we were before.
We're with the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps.

Magdelene : Londinium... But what are you doing here?

Rockrock : Hm, it's a long story, and we'll have time to talk more about that.
But first, could you tell me what the Sarkaz are building in the center of the town?
Kal—Our consultant is worried about what's being built here. Feist and I have tried getting closer to the area, but the Sarkaz are guarding the place very tightly.

Feist : We could only see a giant blood-red crystal.
It's much bigger than all the other ones that we've seen in both scale and complexity.

Magdelene : You mean... the thing we are building here isn't unique to this place?

Rockrock : We believe this is one of the Sarkaz's combat Arts Circles, but Brentwood's might be more special than that.

Feist : Our forces are planning to strike this place. Our fighters are... not in the best of shape right now, but with your help—

Magdelene : ......

「War.
Ever since the news came that the dukes have made it here, more and more of the town's residents have been talking about that ever-distant war.
But they only ever let their imaginations run wild lamentably away from the Sarkaz's view.
They only ever boast in their drunkenness, that the dukes' fleets will follow the routes they whimsically draw on maps to save Victoria.
They fantasize about how the Sarkaz will run away from Brentwood as they shout their rallying cries.
But what exactly is war?
I can't see any of it whatsoever in this quiet, Sarkaz-controlled town.
I don't want to ever see it, either. 」

Magdelene : The Sarkaz... are going to be leaving very soon. There's nothing that they could want in our town.
Feist, Rockrock, you two should be on your way soon. It's dangerous for outsiders to be here.
You can take the alley behind the greenhouse. The Sarkaz don't patrol that area.

Feist : Even though Brentwood isn't at the forefront of the conflict between the dukes and the Sarkaz... the situation here isn't normal at all.
Whether it's the change in the movement of supplies to Brentwood for the last couple years, the almost intentionally ignored geographical location, and the enormous Arts node you're building.
Where are these Originium crystals from? How did the Sarkaz come up with such a detailed plan in such a short time?
This is a little embarrassing, but we still don't know what exactly the Sarkaz are trying to do.
That's not a good thing...
Magdelene, if you could help persuade everyone to help, we still have a chance to stop them.
Even if it's just helping us figure out the situation of the Sarkaz garrison stationed here—

[Someone knocks the door, prompting Feist and Rockrock to ready themselves... ]

??? : You can stop hiding.

[...and Freda enters the greenhouse. ]

Freda : Hello, Self-Salvation Corps.

Rockrock : (Feist, the evacuation route we were planning to take is still open.)

Feist : (Let's see how this plays out. We can't give up on this chance to get them on our side.)
(If Dr. Kal'tsit's right, what the Military Commission is planning here... has to be extremely important.)

Freda : Relax. I was just passing by, and thought I would thank my friend.
Magdelene, Will said he forgot to say thank you, and asked me to thank you in his stead.

Magdelene : ......

Freda : *sigh*... He's always had those unrealistic fantasies ever since he was a kid.

Rockrock : (This doesn't feel quite right.)
(It sounds like Will is the drunkard who almost opened the cupboard we were hiding in?)

Feist : (Shh... Let's not get into that.)

Magdelene : *cough*... Freda, I'll leave these two Self-Salvation Corps members to you.
Do you need me to fill you in on their situation?

Freda : No need. I heard everything outside.

Feist : Freda... the mayor—

Freda : The Mayor of Brentwood was my father. He's dead.
Fortunately... he's the only one who lost his life in this town so far.
But I'm afraid I have to turn down your request.

Magdelene : ......

Freda : I respect your bravery to stand up against them... but I can't put all of the town's residents at risk.
My father had the same idea, and he's already paid the price. Resistance would only bring unnecessary sacrifice.
The Sarkaz camp is not far from the main entrance to the greenhouse. For your safety, please leave quickly.
Brentwood will take care of its own.
Peace doesn't come easy and... I... I'm afraid of breaking it once more.

Rockrock : Freda, don't you see the problem in that?

Freda : They made me a promise. They'll leave as soon as their plan is completed—

Rockrock : You trust the Sarkaz's word?

Freda : I have to.

Rockrock : ......

Feist : Rockrock, let's go.

Rockrock : Feist!

Feist : Mayor Freda, we'll working in the surrounding area. We... We're waiting to rendezvous with our other teams.
If you need assistance or... if things take a turn for the worse, you can find us there. That's our promise.

[Feist and Rockrock leaves. ]

Freda : Self-Salvation Corps...
Magdelene, I...
No, never mind.

「Freda and I don't actually know each other too well. She has always been fairly asocial.
If it wasn't for Will making all kinds of excuses to drag Freda here to buy flowers from me, I likely would never have even known her.
Perhaps, like everyone else, I would've seen her as a crazed lunatic who's slaving away for the Sarkaz and dragged everyone else into that along with her.
I could even have forgotten that she's the same age as me. 」

Magdelene : You did save all of us after Mr. West gave his life.

Freda : Hmph, I traded everyone's freedom for it.
Someone has to be the villain.
I'm too afraid to give up, even if it only buys everyone a small chance to survive.
At the very least... the Sarkaz's leader here... the officer who comes to your greenhouse doesn't kill for fun like the Sarkaz in the rumors. And so, I'd rather keep things the way they are.
To be honest... I don't know what I should believe myself.
Magdelene, I'm really jealous of you.
Please forgive Will's stubbornness. He's just being childish.

Magdelene : I've never been mad at him.

Freda : Have you received the seeds I secretly bought for next year's celebration?

Magdelene : There were some setbacks, but I have them.

Freda : That's good. Hopefully they will lead to the most beautiful flowers by the time the next year's harvest festival is here.
Father planned for this festival for a long time, and I don't want to see his efforts go to waste.
Please help me with this.

Magdelene : It's my pleasure.

Operation story: 13-12

Before operation

Summary

The construction of the ritual Arts Circle is almost complete. Magdelene's greenhouse is destroyed by the Sarkaz mercenaries, while the flower-loving garrison commander helplessly tells her of his impending transfer and hints that she must leave town immediately.

「I'm a fortunate woman.
When my grandfather passed away in the sunlight that shone upon the greenhouse, with his favorite flowers in his hands, he had already arranged everything for me.
I was going to live the rest of my life as both of us had hoped: In this town. In this tiny little greenhouse.
That is, until they arrived.
I was incredibly fearful that my life would be ruined...
But that Sarkaz gave the order, and so my job remained here in the greenhouse.
I am still the town's gardener.
It has been a week since the two "Self-Salvation Corps" people arrived.
Likewise, it has been a week since I last saw the Sarkaz officer who would turn the soil for the daisies in town. 」

<Background 1>

Tired Citizen : Good afternoon, Magdelene. Your flowers look just as beautiful as always.

Magdelene : Thanks, Henk. Have you seen Will? I'm looking for him.
He ordered some flowers the first thing this morning, but he still hasn't come to pick them up even though it's afternoon already.

Tired Citizen : Will ordered flowers? Oh, they must be for Freda's birthday.
He ditched right around noon. Most likely, he left to prepare whatever surprise he has in store for Freda.
Don't worry. He'll remember once Freda gives him a scolding.

Magdelene : Everyone seem very exhausted.
I've been hearing noises around the work site at night. Has no one been getting any proper rest?

Tired Citizen : The devils are apparently trying to show off for somebody. They're working us to the bone like there's no tomorrow, but I haven't seen any bigwigs visiting, either.
You're really lucky that you were given a decent job and don't have to suffer like us.

Magdelene : ......

Tired Citizen : I didn't expect us to finish building this in a month just by gritting our teeth a little. It's like a miracle!
I'm willing to bet that before, the Londinium lords would've hauled all this into their museums!

Magdelene : I thought you used to hate this job...

Tired Citizen : Magdelene, the world has changed.
(You should try to get on the Sarkaz officer's good side, too. You have nothing to lose, pet.)

Magdelene : Thanks for the advice. I'll think it over.

「Henk's suggestions are always so sincere.
But his idea has left me terrified.
At night, whenever I can't sleep, I'm kept awake by the noise coming from the square, as though there's an iron hammer striking my head repeatedly.
And occasionally, I'm jolted awake from my dreams by those strange rocks.
I can't help but to think back on the worries of those two Self-Salvation Corps people a week ago.
Perhaps the Sarkaz changed more than just the way we live. 」

[Explosions are heard in the distance. ]

Jittery Citizen : Again?
How come the cannonfire's sounding closer lately?
I heard there's more than one group of folks who want to take over Brentwood. If they come to blows, it'll be a hot mess here again.
What's wrong with the way things are now, with everyone getting along? I hope this isn't going to delay our work!

[A boy runs to Magdelene. ]

Victorian Boy : Magdelene, finally!
That devil who keeps visiting you brought others to wreck your greenhouse!

Magdelene : What...?

[Magdelene rushes to her greenhouse. ]

<Background 2>

[The Sarkaz mercenaries under the junior officer's command trashes the greenhouse, looking for Feist and Rockrock. ]

Royal Court Junior Officer : Are you done? I said it's impossible for those Victorians to be hiding here.

Sarkaz Mercenary : That's not for you to say.
This house is clearly useless, and it's only still standing because you insisted on keeping it around. Who knows what you might be hiding here?
Grr, we're all fighting to the death for His Highness, but thanks to you and how weak you are, we've been letting chance after chance go to waste!

Royal Court Junior Officer : Watch your tone, mercenary. I am still a member of the Royal Court and the commander here.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Relax. If I find any guerrillas hiding here, I'll off you immediately and apply to join the Royal Court on the achievement.
Now lose that pacifism of yours. I'm getting sick of it.
Their actions are a serious interruption to the Military Commission's plans for this place.
If it wasn't for your setbacks on the front lines fueling their ferocity, the boss wouldn't be having us rush everything to finish our job so quick.
So you might as well shut up.

[Magdelene arrives. ]

Magdelene : My greenhouse...!
No—

[The junior officer gestures Magdelene, ]

Royal Court Junior Officer : (Shhh—)
(Don't move. Just watch quietly.)

Magdelene : Nnf... nnf—

「The black soil buried all of them.
The daisies, roses, bluebells...
Their rhizomes were all mercilessly crushed under their feet.
The new buds growing toward the sunlight, too.
Freda asked me to plant these seeds for the festival. She was really looking forward to it.
She said it would be the biggest harvest festival in ten years.
All of us were looking forward to it.
But now, the new buds are no more. 」

Royal Court Junior Officer : Relax, your fingers are bleeding.
Don't try to break free.
(I'm saving your life, Gardener.)

Sarkaz Mercenary : Let her come.
Better that she wants to fight. That way I can just kill her and finish this right here and now.
You're too soft on this town, "Commander".

Magdelene : ......

Sarkaz Mercenary : Glaring won't kill me.
Ugh, what a drag.
Flowers mean nothing to this war.
Armories, explosives, incinerators. That's what you really need.

「The very last new buds here are crushed.
Grandfather, we won't have fresh flowers during next year's harvest festival... Not anymore... 」

Magdelene : Let me go.

Royal Court Junior Officer : ......

Magdelene : I'm calm.

[The junior officer lets Magdelene go. ]

Magdelene : Have you found what you were looking for?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Count yourself lucky that I didn't.

Magdelene : Then please leave.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Heh.
I thought you'd have a bit more guts than those idiots at the work site.
Hmph, Victorians.

[The mercenaries leave. ]

Magdelene : ......

Royal Court Junior Officer : Don't move. Your fingers need bandaging.
I couldn't stop them.
I... had some setbacks on the front lines.
Soon, there will be another here to take over for me. He... He has other plans for the town.

Magdelene : ......

Royal Court Junior Officer : There's an opening in the cement construction about two hundred meters to the west of the town's entrance. The guerrillas nearby blew it open.
They won't give this chance up, so we need to fix this opening by 5 AM tomorrow.

「What a weird Sarkaz.
Why is he telling me this? 」

Royal Court Junior Officer : The roses can still be saved. You must find a way to plant these poor things again.
If that opening piques your interest... take these roses and cut through our camp tonight. It's the safest route.
If somebody stops you, tell them you're delivering an order for me.

Magdelene : ......

Royal Court Junior Officer : Of course, I'd be very happy if you could stop by and put a rose in front of my tent.
Some things should never be ruined, Gardener.

Magdelene : My name is not Gardener, Sarkaz. It's Magdelene.

Royal Court Junior Officer : ......
Hm, then let us reintroduce ourselves. My name is Shovel.

Magdelene : Shovel?

Royal Court Junior Officer : Remember, Magdelene. Time waits for no one.

[The junior officer, whose name is revealed to be "Shovel", leaves. ]

<Background black>

「"What we are planting for the harvest festival represents hope."
That's what my grandfather taught me. The flowers that line the streets during the festival each year are entrusted with everyone's simple wish for a bountiful harvest.
There is nowhere else that needs hope now more than Brentwood.
I can't leave. 」

<Background 3>

Magdelene : His tent should be in this direction... I have to take the flowers there as soon as I can.

[Magdelene noticed someone suspicious nearby... ]

Magdelene : What's that?

[...and approaches them, who is revealed to be Freda. ]

Magdelene : What are you doing here?

Freda : Magdelene!
Where are you going with those flowers past curfew?
That's the direction of the barracks you're going. Hurry up and leave!

Magdelene : I... It's fine. I just wanted to come outside for a walk.
Right, I heard from Henk that it's your birthday today. Happy birthday! Will ordered some flowers for you, but he never came for them.
If you see Will, please remind him.

Freda : ......

Magdelene : Freda?

Freda : ......

Magdelene : Why aren't you saying anything?

Freda : Come with me. It's not safe here.

<Background 4>

Magdelene : Huh... These flowers...

Freda : Will left them here to mourn my father. I've been keeping the warehouse locked, only occasionally lending him the key when he wants a sip of alcohol.

Magdelene : The cannons here, did Mr. West prepare them for the festival? How magnificent...

Freda : It's all my fault...

Magdelene : Did something happen to him?

Freda : He was stopped by the devils at the Sarkaz barracks just now.
He came to me earlier than usual for some sort of surprise, but when he found out I was going to the barracks to report on our progress, and he said he'd escort me there...

Magdelene : But the Sarkaz shouldn't have any reason to stop Will... They've never done that before.

Freda : I don't know... I'm scared. I didn't have it in me to say no when they asked to take Will in...
I've been following their every word. I gave them everything they asked for. Why did they want to take him?
Why... Did I do something wrong...?

Magdelene : Maybe they only had a few questions for him.
Look on the bright side. They still need him to work for them!

Freda : ......
Right... That bloody thing isn't completed just yet. I am sure they still need Will.
I have to stay here at the barracks' entrance and wait for him.

「Freda smiles.
But I'm not happy about this one bit.
I know I'm lying to her. I'm sure she knows that as well. However, this is all that we can do right now.
These days, we all need that tiny shred of hope to poison our minds.
"Hope." 」

[Magdelene noticed something above. ]

Magdelene : ......?

Freda : ......?

Magdelene : Freda... Did you see that?

「There's a strange creature climbing on a house's beams.
I don't know if "creature" is exactly the right word for it.
It's staring at me with its black body.
The terrifying being's feeble limbs are no longer attached to the beams.
Finally, it lands on the flowers used to mourn the mayor before it dissipates, turning into a drop of blood, and dyes the flower buds. 」

Freda : Was it... looking at us just now?

「Yes. It was looking right at us. 」

Operation story: 13-14

After operation

Summary

The town's mayor learns of the Sarkaz's true goal and alerts everyone by firing the cannon meant for the harvest festival's celebration. Nonetheless, the Arts Circle is activated. Siege and the Exemplars arrive just in time to lend their aid.

「Fear. It's a tolerance that we are naturally born with, just like how plants are able to adapt to soil that make havoc of their own rootstocks.
To shatter our will, they'll need to spread a much great "dosage" of fear in Brentwood.
Freda is the greatest testament.
She is so fragile that you could break her simply by bumping into her, but she persisted among that crowd of terrifying men up till now.
But I can tell that she needs someone to confide in and vent her fear.
Will... he's not mature enough. It's not very likely he would understand how Freda feels.
Perhaps I can help her? 」

<Background 1>

Royal Court Junior Officer : You didn't bring my order to my tent... Magdelene.
And you didn't leave Brentwood either. A pitiful decision.

「He seems very feeble, even more so than yesterday.
What happened? 」

Royal Court Junior Officer : Why didn't you leave?

Magdelene : This is my home.
Do you have a new order for me? I can bring it to you along with the flowers last night.

Royal Court Junior Officer : ...You don't have to worry about those orders anymore.
I'm here to say goodbye.
I'm leaving soon... to fight as part of the Nachzehrer King's army...

Magdelene : ......
Alright...
Goodbye, if that's what you wanted to hear from me.

Royal Court Junior Officer : You're too naive... to the point of foolishness.
Everything that I've tried to protect, always courts its own destruction.
Perhaps I've been wrong from the start.

Magdelene : I don't understand what you're saying, Shovel.

Royal Court Junior Officer : I used to be incredibly jealous of all of you.
Victoria used to be the noblest and strongest nation there was. Naturally, you possessed many great things, and rightfully so.
With the metallurgy you originated and the Steam Knights, you conquered another empire. With your mystifying art and rich academia, you attracted all of Terra's geniuses...
Yet now, you've halted your outward conquest. Now, your rulers only indulge in parties and wine, only ever boasting about the medals on their chest.
They crush their own glory, and they are destined to be replaced—

[The wall clock rings. ]

Royal Court Junior Officer : Hm? You still have this wall clock...
Time really flies. The town's citizens must all have gone to the work site.

Magdelene : What do you mean?

Royal Court Junior Officer : Your deaths are unavoidable, Magdelene.
The Sanguinarch is an impatient man.
That's why the ritual was pushed forward, and under that Feline's leadership, the mission was indeed completed most marvelously.
Everyone here will be the key to the ritual's activation.
Of course, that includes you.

「Ritual... Key... 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Freda : He was stopped by the devils at the Sarkaz barracks just now.

Magdelene : Freda... Do you see that?

「The blood-colored worm is staring at me. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background black>

"The entire town will be the key to the ritual's activation."

「The key...
My soul is trembling. 」

<Background 1>

Magdelene : I need to go find Freda!
Let me go!

Royal Court Junior Officer : You mustn't leave this greenhouse.
Wait a little longer, Magdelene. I'll be here with you.
Until we bid each other farewell for the last time.

Magdelene : Why... The people of the town have never done anything against your wishes!
Freda and everyone fulfilled each and every one of your requests!

Royal Court Junior Officer : His Highness decided to carry out this war, and your dukes responded. This outcome has nothing to do with us or you.
All we need to do is follow our orders.

Magdelene : Then let me warn the people at the work site! Just pretend you don't know anything like before, please!

Royal Court Junior Officer : ......
I serve His Highness, and I won't allow you to quash this ritual...
Not unless you make it past me, Magdelene.
Can you do it, Gardener?

「......
He grabs me by the hand, but places it on a pair of scissors in his hand.
There seems to be a ray of longing burning in the depths of his ashen eyes.
What is this prideful man longing for?
Release? Pity? Or is it perhaps... that word that I can't bring myself to touch?
I notice that even though the two of us have spent a very long time together in this greenhouse, I've never actually truly understood this man.
But I have to leave now. Just as he said, there is no time.
I'm sorry.
I can't stand by and watch anymore— 」

[Magdelene charges her way through the junior officer and kills him with her scissors. ]

<Background 3>

Skeptical Citizen : Magdelene, where are you going? Why the rush?
Is that... blood on your clothes...? Are you okay?

Magdelene : It's fine—I cut my finger while I was pruning branches...
Henk, where's Freda?

Skeptical Citizen : Freda? After she came back from the barracks by herself this morning, she went straight to the Sarkaz officers.
She seemed rather out of it, and she kept saying sorry no matter who she ran into.
Did something happen?

Magdelene : Everyone has to leave this place right now.
And the farther, the better!

Skeptical Citizen : What's with all of you being so bloody barmy today?

Magdelene : There's no time to explain. I need to tell everyone else!

Skeptical Citizen : But we're almost finished! Besides, if we all ditch work, what are we supposed to do when those officers find us?

[Fireworks are heard bursting in the distance. ]

Skeptical Citizen : Fireworks? Where?
Who blew that wall open? Is that... Freda?

<Background black>

「The last time I saw such beautiful fireworks. It was the harvest festival when I was ten.
Grandfather put me on his shoulders and walked through the crowd.
Everyone looked up to the fireworks blooming in the sky astonished. Everyone kept quiet, only for the silence to be torn apart by the explosive sound wave a moment later.
This is just like that.
Freda set off the cannon Mr. West was hiding for the harvest festival. There are countless Sarkaz pulling her from behind.
Drenched in blood, she is shouting something, but whatever she is trying to say, it's buried by the cannon's loud roar.
She is buried by the wave of Sarkaz gushing toward her and torn apart.
A flame burning bright in the middle of the day—
The cannons keep roaring.
A grand ceremony has come to Brentwood ahead of schedule. 」

Frightened Civilian : What just happened? Is there an earthquake?

Frightened Woman : R-Run!

[Leech-like creatures burst out from the civilians. ]

Frightened Civilian : You're bleeding... Bollocks... Stay away! Those disgusting monsters are dripping from your body!

Magdelene : What are the Sarkaz trying to do?
Henk, Henk! You can't close your eyes...
I... I'm starting to feel very tired too... So sleepy...

「I can feel my own blood fluttering out of my body.
Before disappearing into the earth. 」

<Background black>

[Magdalene is being heard picked up by someone who fires something right after. ]

??? : Magdelene! Hang in there!

??? : Captain, I got her!

??? : Everyone, hold onto the ropes as tight as you can. Do not touch the ground, no matter what!
Hurry and help them!

<Background 3>

[Magdelene opened her eyes to see Rockrock and Feist. ]

Rockrock : Magdelene, you can't fall asleep!

Magdelene : Rockrock?

Feist : This guy's so heavy!

Unconscious Civilian : Mmm...

Magdelene : Feist... The Self-Salvation Corps... Why are you...?

Feist : We figured something went wrong when we saw fireworks in the middle of the day! They sealed the wall we blew open yesterday, but that cannon gave us a new path.
Hold onto Rockrock's hand, Magdelene! Our forces don't have enough manpower, and we're bringing everyone to evacuate as soon as we can!

Rockrock : Woahh! Feist, your zipline's even faster after those modifications you made!
Right, where is Mayor Freda? We haven't been able to locate her.

Magdelene : ...Freda is—

Feist : Drat, why did my zipline start shaking?

<Background fades out and in>

[Sarkaz mercenaries are moving through the streets. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : What about that weak garrison commander? Where is he hiding this time?
Well, no matter... I'll take over command.
I can feel it. My blood... is boiling.
No need to contact Major Ulšulah's squad. We can take care of these laughable Victorians by ourselves.
Kill them all.

<Background fades out and in>

Feist : The garrison here is mounting a counter-attack. They're putting more pressure on us than any Sarkaz we've faced before!
How much explosive does Old Weiss still have outside? Can he make it here in time to back us up?

Rockrock : Probably not happening. Not counting the members who laid the ziplines for us, we barely had any fighting men to begin with.

Feist : Start the Crawlers! We need to break through by force!
Rockrock, watch out! Your zipline!

[Something cuts off the zipline... ]

Rockrock : Ah—

[...causing Rockrock and Magdelene to fall down. ]

Rockrock : That hurts—
Magdelene, are you okay?
Can you walk? Gah, these disgusting things—

「On the sundering earth, a large number of red worms keep gushing onto surface. They chew on every soul they can reach and suck their blood. 」

Sarkaz Mercenary : This is the Prince's blessing. It's the kindness the Royal Court left for us.
In our bodies... our purest blood is now awakening. Let's waste no more time on these Victorians!

Magdelene : Rockrock, you should go—

「The Feline girl named Rockrock takes out a dagger from her waist and stuffs it into my hand.
A large group of Sarkaz are closing in on our location. 」

Rockrock : Magdelene, get ready to fight.
It's not that hard. None of us... had any combat experience before.
Take a deep breath and make up your mind.

「Make up my mind.
Right.
Just like... that Sarkaz officer who collapsed among the fluttering petals.
I grip the dagger tight. 」

「A shot rings out. 」

Rockrock : Artillery fire? I thought we used up all our explosives!

[Feist jumps down. ]

Feist : Quick, Rockrock, Magdelene, now!
We were contacted by a few old friends. They brought a whole backup unit! They even have an identification code—

「Identification code?
Is it the military? Victorian... Right... the military is responding to the war.
They must be a group of ice-cold men. They're here to kill the Sarkaz and save the Victorians. They— 」

Feist : "The Exemplars!"

[The Sarkaz mercenaries are attacked by autocannon fire. ]

「A thick, roiling cloud of dust is kicked up into the air all over within view. Again and again, bright flashes of light suddenly erupts across the ground.
What is that... A tank?
I can hear a firm, persevering female voice coming from Feist's communicator. 」

Horn : This is Tank Fire Team Horn. All units, make sure to stay clear of my blast zone.
Grenade loaded. Firing second barrage!

[The IFV commanded by Horn fires a barrage of grenades at the Sarkaz mercs. ]

Horn : Opening created. Cover the Self-Salvation Corps and all citizens!

Siege : Horn, continue laying suppressive fire.
Those Arts Circles... We need to find a way to stop this bloody witchcraft.

Indra : Vina, have someone else drive. I want to join the ground combat!

Morgan : Hannah, eyes on the road!

Indra : Alright, alright!

Siege : Get the tank as close to the core of the Arts Circle as possible. I'll take care of that thing!

Morgan : Vina!

Siege : You have other tasks.
All units, follow regular deployment formation. Morgan, Hannah, follow Horn's orders and cut open a path for the tank.
Lieutenant Shearer, Dagda, Delphine, take command of the ground forces and form a defensive line. Stop the Sanguinarch's worms.

Delphine : I'm on it.

Shearer : Acknowledged.

Dagda : Acknowledged.

Siege : Mr. Misery, I'll leave the commander of the enemy forces to you.

Misery : All you need to do is boldly execute your plan.

Siege : Feist, it's been a while. We shall exchange pleasantries later. I need the Self-Salvation Corps to help set up a zipline that will take me above the Arts Circle.

Feist : On it!

Siege : We have no time to lose. Let us take care of the strange Arts Circle first.
I will leave my rear to all of you.

[Siege signs off. ]

「While I was still trying to identify the squad that suddenly came to our aid, the blond Feline has already ziplined to the center of the battlefield.
She descended from the sky, and bombastically made her way into the center of the Arts Circle's blood-red pillar of light. The sound of rocks blasted apart ring throughout the entire battlefield.
"Thump."
I can see each and every swing of her large sledgehammer in that red light.
"Forward!"
The Feline's voice ignites the tank's engine.
I see a warrior holding a sledgehammer up high leading the Victorians to retake our land. 」

Cheering Civilian : Look! Look how easily our Victorian tank fire can blast that thing apart!
We said as much long ago. Them bloody devils are no match for Victoria's military!
Crush them!

Magdelene : ......
No, there are too many Originium crystals in town...
The mayor's office, the small town square, the library... those things we've been rebuilding day in and day out...
We won't make it in time—

[A rumble is felt. ]

Magdelene : ......
Is it over?

<Background fades out and in>

「No... 」

「The pillar of red light rises from the building we built and intermingles with the festive fireworks.
There is a blood-red color boiling in that dark abyss.
The similarly red worms are reaching their antennae toward the sky. 」

Siege : The Arts Circle has been damaged. The Vampires' offspring have gone berserk. Seize this opportunity!
Infantry units, stop advancing. Escort all citizens out of the Arts Circle's range.
Tank squad, follow me and push forward. Destroy the remaining Originium crystals in the town and commence search and rescue!

「Hell is invading my town.
All while the formation's rumbling tank accelerates and blitzes in on the devils. 」

Operation story: 13-15

After operation

Summary

Amiya and the others reach the town, getting ready to join up and execute the plan. The Exemplars and the Sarkaz mercenaries set aside their differences to work together to capture the Feranmut. Logos determines that the Arts Circles on the battlefield have other uses.

「I see gravel kicked up by tires, pounding the glass.
Similar sights keep retreating from the car window: muddy earth, dried bloodstains, shell craters we carefully steer around... War flows persistently, like an oil slick set alight.
The atmosphere outside the car is tense. Everyone remains silent. The driver is focused on driving, Paprika sits beside her, occasionally turning her head to cast a worried glance.
In the cab, the Miner casually oils his weapon, the Shopkeep from Kazdel mimics him. He cries out suddenly, looks like he cut his palm.
Kazdel has grocery stores, children gazing longingly at candy as they lean against the counter, old folks complaining about the changing price of salt. It makes sense, but... I never really thought about those sights before.
For me, Kazdel is just a distant memory. When I was little, Babel briefly stopped near Kazdel.
I only remember it from a distance, a sight like a steel monster crawling through the wastes, leaving debris and thick smoke in its wake. Theresa held my hand and told me that was her home.
I remember... at the time, I didn't know what the look on her face meant.
Much later, I talked to the operators about Kazdel. Mudrock called it a barren land of houses stacked on top of each other, Stormeye talked about an eternal furnace and crystal clusters on the city walls.
W... she laughed an icy laugh and said: "If I were a bunny like you, I'd steer clear of the place."
Kazdel feels like a vague symbol, representing all kinds of things: pain, hatred, oppression, slaughter... I know these are all true, objectively, but they're not everything that is Kazdel.
Setting all that aside, I know it's the place where Theresa sacrificed everything.
Even Theresis, the mastermind behind this war, grew up there. What does the Kazdel they envision look like? 」

<Background 1>

「Logos quietly wipes his bone pen. On the other side, I see the Doctor turning to look out the window. What's out there? 」

「I tug on the Doctor's sleeve. 」

Note: The following dialogue is player-determined.

Amiya : Dr. {nickname}, when the war is over, I want to visit Kazdel again.

<Background fades out and in>

Logos : Stop the car. There's something strange up ahead.
All units, prepare for battle.

Amiya : What is that—

「In the distance, the town of Brentwood is already coming into view.
A crimson light rises from the center of the town, staining the surrounding land.
The blood-covered veil gently envelops all living things. 」

"Driver" : Hngh—!
—This feeling, it's the same one that came when we were inspecting those Arts Circles.
Banshee, Your Lordship, what is this...?

Logos : When the war started, no one expected the land to be drenched in so much blood so quickly.
"Modern warfare" is it? Hah.
I'm afraid the Vampire has all the prerequisites he needs for the ritual to fall into place.
The crystals on the other battlefields were just nodes resonating with the ritual. All this time, I've been looking for its center.
Brentwood, this little town, has a special place in the Vampire's wicked design.

Amiya : Can you handle it, Logos?

Logos : This is an ancient Royal Court method, and they have completed the preparations for it.
I need time.

Amiya : We haven't exposed our position yet, so we might be able to buy some time, but... Wait—
What's that?
...Fire?
There's a firefight in the town there... but who is it?

「Looks like they beat us here.
A rather choppy meeting. 」

「The Doctor looks calm.
Right, after all we've been through, we finally get to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with our friends again. 」

"Miner" : Lord Banshee, what... are you going to do? You'll take care of the enemy, won't you?

Logos : ......

"Miner" : This, this power... it's a blessing from His Highness the Prince of Blood, is it?
The Sanguinarch... he's blessed the Sarkaz bloodline.

「The Ursine miner swings his weapon and a sharp whistling sound rings out.
He looks a little frightened of his own strike, almost losing his grip on the weapon.
The driver and the Shopkeep gather around him, investigating his new strength.
Paprika moves a few steps toward me. 」

Paprika : Um... Lord Banshee, I also feel a bit... stronger... a little.
Is it arm strength? Or my brains? I can't tell for sure, but I just feel kinda...

Amiya : ...It's a strengthening altar, witchcraft. We've seen this before. But this one is on a larger scale, and it feels different.
Logos, could this have any adverse...?

Logos : ......
Quite unexpected.
It does not demand a price of us, at least not one drawn from our own bodies.

Paprika : Then why—
......

「Logos looks at the Sarkaz girl. 」

Logos : Paprika, was it?
What do you hope to use this power for?

Paprika : Well...

「The more skilled a Sarkaz becomes in war, the more efficient he spills blood on the battlefield. Doesn't matter if it's his enemies' blood or his own.
The ritual can continue.
The Sanguinarch has prepared for this decisive battle, but their... Theresis's plan was just for this ritual? 」

Logos : The Arts Circles seem to have come under attack, and the Vampiric creatures are going out of control.

「Yes, a large colony of crimson worms is drilling out of the ground, rushing around in all directions.
A good number of them seem to have caught our scent. 」

Amiya : Leave this to us, Logos.
Please look into the ritual for us.

Logos : Amiya, you and the Doctor could accompany me.

「I look at Paprika's team in the distance, those Sarkaz unaware of the danger here. 」

Amiya : Let's be quick.

Logos : ...Roger.

Paprika : Um—
What are you going to do with us?

Amiya : What do you mean?

Paprika : I realized a while ago that, well, the ones who've been captured... are us, right?
I know the Royal Court guys pretty well, and you give off a totally different vibe.
Your name is Amiya, right? You and this Doctor are in charge.
I think... you're about the same age as me.
And I can tell that Banshee is a pretty big deal, I can feel it, you can't fake that. But he's working for you?
A few days ago, I met a Caprinae lady who called herself a Sarkaz... is she with you too?
Just who the heck are you guys?

Amiya : Do you intend to fight us, Paprika?

「I can feel that the girl is not hostile. 」

Paprika : Well...
I... don't know.

「In the distance, the Sarkaz let go of the sudden surge of power they're feeling for a moment, and call out to Paprika. 」

"Shopkeep" : Captain, how did the Banshee get away? What do we do now? The cracks in the earth are spreading toward us!

"Driver" : Why did they leave those two prisoners behind? Do the big shots from the Royal Court trust us so much?

Paprika : Um... yeah! Be on guard for threats from that direction!
I'll keep an eye on these two!

Amiya : You may be stronger, but you still don't know war.
Or I guess, none of you are ready to fight this war.

Paprika : ...Yeah. After all this time, how could we not know?

「I get a little closer to her.
But she seems to misunderstand my intent, and retreats half a step. Then, as if making a difficult decision, she holds her ground in front of me.
And at this point, I realize she's about the same height as I am. 」

Paprika : I'm the captain of the transport team! If you're going to do something to us, you have to start with me.
They're just regular people who answered His Highness's call to arms across Terra.
They don't even know what they're doing. They just transport the stuff General Manfred says to move—

Amiya : The instant they answered that call... the Victorians would cease to call them regular people.
And that's got nothing to do with what they've actually done.

「I think of the fires in Auchterigg, the factory pipes in Sudean, the street corners of Norport...
The survival of the Sarkaz means the destruction of Victoria.
The triumph of Victoria means the cleansing of the Sarkaz.
Those caught in the vortex no longer have the power to choose. 」

Paprika : They're units put under my control by the General. No matter what happens, I have to guarantee their safety.
I swore as much to General Manfred.

Amiya : The General, huh?
Then first thing's first, let's deal with these out-of-control blood worms together.
Tell your team to fall back. Don't take any chances, these creatures will suck dry any blood they can find.
Doctor, stick close to me.
I will use my power to clear the way for us, and for them.

[Amiya channels her Arts. ]

「The fractured, surging land spreads out before us.
The Vampiric offspring bathe in blood, indulging in the pain. Their bite is the touch of the Sanguinarch himself.
I raise my hand and close my eyes. I will stitch together this scarred land.
I will hold the whispered fate of the myriad souls in my hands.
A black rhombus, a black shadow.
Black Arts surge from my fingertips.
These twisted offspring deserve peace. 」

??? : Hey little bunny, there's a faster way to seal those cracks, you know?

[Someone throw explosives at the cracks, who turns out to be... ]

Amiya : W?!

W : "Bang, bang, bang!"

[W's explosives detonate. ]

Paprika : It-It's...
Sarkaz mercenaries?

W : Watch your footing, Yarnball, that's not a great place to stand.

[The car shakes due to the explosions... ]

Paprika : Huh—

[...causing Paprika to lose her balance, but Ines grabs her before she fell. ]

Ines : My advice is to give that lunatic a wide berth when she's tossing bombs around. W's not the type a sweet little Sarkaz baby oughta be close to.

Paprika : Oh, Ines?
Thanks, and, err, Ami—
Wait, over your head there, that's...
The Black Crown? You're the one General Manfred was talking about...

[Hoederer joins in. ]

Hoederer : I heard Manfred picked up a kid, guess that was you.
These Sarkaz are under my control. You're their captain, right?

"Miner" : Hey, let go of me! Who... who are you? What do you want?

"Driver" : We're on a mission for the Military Commission and all the big shots from the Royal Court!

Hoederer : Great, I'm here to enforce their discipline.
Hey there, Amiya. And, of course...
Doctor.

Amiya : Hoederer...

W : What's wrong, your first face-to-face meeting got you feeling disappointed?
He did spend more time playing the antagonist than working our side. I'm not used to it either.

Amiya : No.
Thank you for your help, Hoederer. We can talk about the other stuff later.
As you can see, this little town is quickly becoming a war zone.

Hoederer : Yeah, I do see. And we've got some important intel to share with you.
About this town and the "Lifeline" hidden in its shadows.

Ines : There are two forces attacking the town's Sarkaz garrison. One is the Self-Salvation Corps that Closure brought out from Londinium.

W : Hmph, looks like my safehouse got trashed. I hope that old hag doesn't go peacefully.

Ines : The other is a force made up of soldiers who once fought for different dukes... along with some workers and refugees.
It's a pretty disorganized group, led by—
The Siege.

<Background black>

「We reach the town to find the battle has mostly subsided.
Logos has not yet returned from the town center. Seems dealing with the Vampiric ritual is no simple task.
I catch sight of Siege and Delphine, as well as Misery and Closure, along with fighters from the Self-Salvation Corps
When we left Londinium, we never expected this rendezvous in Brentwood would be so... difficult for each of us. 」

<Background 2>

「We make our way to a dilapidated house, but the atmosphere isn't the kind of exhaustion and relief you'd expect from a long-awaited reunion with friends.
After giving me a quick physical, Dr. Kal'tsit and the Doctor take some crystal samples and move to talk privately.
The room falls silent, and all eyes turn to Hoederer, leaning against the wall alone.
The rhythm of his sword sharpening is as steady as his breathing.
Delphine recognizes Hoederer with a glance.
General Manfred of the Kazdel Military Commission's right hand man. He was involved in the execution and assassination of many political figures throughout Londinium.
Then, Hoederer tells us about a Feranmut brought to Londinium by the Sarkaz. 」

"Shopkeep" : Urk—Help—Hngh—

"Driver" : Shh!

"Miner" : Quiet down, *Sarkaz profanity*.

「We all turn to the Sarkaz who have not yet figured out the situation. 」

"Shopkeep" : Where are we...?
Victorians?! And... Sarkaz mercenaries?

Paprika : It's okay, I'm still here.
The situation is, um, a little bit complicated. But you can trust me on this.

W : You aren't actually gonna carry this dead weight around for the next phase of the plan, are you?

"Shopkeep" : Who are you calling dead weight?!

Amiya : W, I promised Paprika that no harm would come to them.

W : Ugh, Rhodes Island, same as it ever was.
Then let's have them stick with my mercs. They've had it too easy for too long, might as well bring some new blood in to have some fun.
Hey you, blue-haired Feline, what's on your mind? You've been staring at us for a while.
Feel like killing us? Go ahead, draw your sword.

Delphine : ......

W : Not gonna do it? Pfft.
If all you want is a Bolívarian standoff, I'm gonna pass. Me and my men oughta hit the road.
You can stay here and stay mad.
Oh, by the way, Ines, if you're gonna fight the Victorians, make sure you let me know ahead of time. Wouldn't wanna miss the show.

[Amiya walks toward Delphine. ]

Amiya : Lady Delphine...

Delphine : Amiya.
You...
You're alright. I'm glad. I was worried.

Amiya : ......

Delphine : I... Amiya, I'm sorry.
I'm willing to trust Rhodes Island's processes in choosing collaboration partners.
It's just... I mean... I'm an intelligence officer myself. It's not as if I've never heard of this "Hoederer" gentleman.
I just... No, it's not just him, even Misery, and Ines, I can't help but think...
I can't accept it, not at the moment.
...No, maybe I can't ever accept it.
But for now, as I said, I'll trust Vina's judgment.
If this is what we have to do, then let's do it.

Hoederer : These scars won't be forgotten, nor should they be.
The Sarkaz Wars have never ended, Feline.

Siege : Cut the Military Commission's supply lines, indeed, this has been our goal all along.
In any case, this is a way to end the war quickly.
And as for this "Feranmut"...

Hoederer : ...I know what you're thinking.
Now that no base is safe, this skeleton can become our key to counterattacking Londinium.
We can't take any of these armies head-on, and we can't work around the essentially unbeatable firepower of that airship...
So, this "elusive" Feranmut is the best vehicle we could hope for. And, at the same time, it's a fortress, and a spear aimed right at the heart.
In that case, if we succeed, it'll be thanks to the leaders of this counterattack, and not... "Sarkaz mercenaries".

Siege : It seems we have no grounds on which to refuse cooperation.

Hoederer : "However..."

Siege : However...
From a rational point of view, I understand that there are differences among the Sarkaz, that the Exemplars appears to function seamlessly with Misery, but... we're talking about individual friendship.
We may be able to respect, trust, and even love a few select individuals. But now, we stand before a war where all sides have blood-soaked hands.
Given enough time, we may be able to determine one-by-one who has committed war crimes and who is innocent, but we do not have that time.
We are at an impasse, Hoederer. Our cooperation will not be so smooth.

Amiya : And that is why we are here.
Rhodes Island will serve as a mediator between the two parties.
Such that we can end the suffering of the Victorian people that this war has wrought, and such that we can prevent the Sarkaz of Kazdel from being dragged back into the abyss.
We're not here to force handshakes and reconciliation, we can leave that to the end of this ridiculous war.
Platitudes mean nothing. It's actions that will put an end to all this.

Siege : This is all very Rhodes Island, indeed... I've heard Hoederer has been in contact with Rhodes Island in the past?

Hoederer : ......

Siege : You've mentioned the place where the Feranmut is docked, among a large number of Sarkaz garrisons.

Hoederer : But if we're talking about the plan rationally, a small number of elites would do better than...

Siege : Better than sending workers and street thugs to their deaths, yes? You can speak openly, I won't mind.
But my boys won't miss a chance to strike at the Sarkaz.
Our armor can draw the garrison's fire.

「I see Hoederer smiling. It seems this is a side of Siege that relaxes him, at least a bit.
After all, he seems to be hiding something. 」

Hoederer : That'll do, thanks.

「Hoederer expresses his gratitude and the discussion comes to a close.
Sarkaz mercenary, Hoederer.
After reuniting with W in Chernobog, Ascalon gave me his complete file. It dates back to the time of... Babel.
So, I trust him. 」

Hoederer : ...Amiya.
This is our first formal cooperation with Rhodes Island.

Amiya : Yes, it is.
But, if I might ask you a question...

Hoederer : Sure.

Amiya : You didn't express your worries or concerns just now. Your innermost thoughts...
Are to save lives, to put an end to war and hate. Isn't that right?

Hoederer : ......
I've heard that the King of Sarkaz can see into people's hearts. It's different from the ambiguous feeling Ines gets. I probably can't hide it from you.

Amiya : I can respect a Sarkaz who has struggled since the Babel days.
I hope you can answer from your own free will.

Hoederer : So that's how it is.
Yeah.
I'm... fighting for that future.

Amiya : Very good.
Thank you for your answer, and your trust.

[Kal'tsit and Logos returns. ]

Amiya : Logos, Dr. Kal'tsit, you're back!

Logos : I've analyzed the Vampiric ritual. The results are worrying.
It is indeed a blood blessing, using ancient and very fine techniques.
The Sanguinarch borrows the witchcraft's power, collecting blood spilled in the war to activate the bloodline within the Sarkaz warriors.
He is giving the Sarkaz a constant reminder of our fundamental differences with the other races. It's less amplification and more incitement.
But most importantly... I'm afraid he's using only a small part of the power he's collected for this purpose.
More energy is going somewhere else, somewhere I don't know. I tried to track it, but the structure of the Arts is complex and chaotic. It only points to Londinium.

Siege : What is he playing at?

Logos : And that reminded me...
At this very moment, at the center of the battlefield stands a Sarkaz leader even better at absorbing and exploiting death than the Vampire.
If it was really just about strengthening the warriors, why would they bother using the witchcraft of the Crimson Court? And why use an Arts Circle? Such that even the towns on the edge of this war get roped in?

Hoederer : Do you have a theory?

Kal'tsit : The airship, the Feranmut, The Shard, and the witchcraft device right here.
The Doctor's concerns are justified.
As you said, the Feranmut will be our most important breakthrough, and we must take action as soon as possible.
Whether Vampire or Nachzehrer, even the Confessarii, they are all exposed to Nightingale in a most unusual way, they are taking risks.
There is a reason why the war is being fought at this particular point in time.

Amiya : ...Theresis is preparing his final trump card in Londinium. Sure, seizing the capital of an empire is already unheard of...
But, what could it be?

Kal'tsit : ......
Let me start with a fundamental question.
A question so fundamental that even the Sarkaz have forgotten it.
"Why are the Sarkaz so uniquely susceptible to Oripathy?"

Operation story: 13-16

Before operation

Summary

Guard arrives at a distillery once occupied by the Victorian Reunion, where he discovers the innocent Sarkaz merchant killed by Victorian Infected. His disintegration starts a fire, and Guard dies trying to save lives.

「Sometimes I think that if there really is a Creator responsible for these lands, he's one cruel bastard.
He came up with a really awful disease, where you feel your body being consumed, gradually being replaced by these crystals, helpless to do anything to stop it.
You can feel your very self being removed from your body, day by day.
You can only accept it.
We can only accept it.
And this creation of Oripathy is actually one of the gentler ones across the lands.
The Infected and the uninfected, Nine tells me our persecution is as old as civilization itself.
So... what about poor and rich? Slave and noble?
Foreigner and local? Disabled and able-bodied? Even abnormal and normal...?
A parasitic disease is scary, sure, but Oripathy is only the most obvious, the most prominent of the terrible diseases out there.
The Creator's really awful inventions are poverty, war, bottomless, insatiable greed, the malice and hypocrisy that bring so much suffering, gaps we can never close.
But the truth is, we all know, no Creator came up with that stuff.
Humans, we invented it all on our own.
You and me, we created them. 」

<Background 1>

Guard : Good news? Or bad news?

Red : The good news is that the workshop is still intact, the forest hid it good. The dukes and the Sarkaz never got to use it as an outpost.
The bad news is, someone's living there. We saw lights. I walked up, identified myself, and the lights went out.

Guard : Might be refugees or deserters.
But they put out the lights... that means they're wary of us.

Reunion Warrior : Our fighters are ready for anything.

Nine : No, let's not be hasty. They might just be cautious, or fearful.
Don't jump to conclusions.

Guard : And anyway, Red's carrying a pretty long blade. Anyone would want to play it safe.
Why don't I go? I'll have a word with them.

Nine : By yourself?

Guard : That's enough. The more men we send, the more nervous they'll be. Besides, if they mean us harm, a few more hands won't make a difference.
The sky to the south has been red for the past few days. Percival and the others even found an Arts Circle...
We need to move fast.

Nine : There's some risk in that.

Guard : I know.
But we made it out of Chernobog.

Nine : Fair enough.
We'll be ready to provide support on the sidelines, to make a breakthrough.

Guard : This place was some kind of distillery before the Victorian Reunion settled in?
I can already smell the booze. Romanich would've loved it.

<Background 2A>

「It certainly was a distillery.
Secret distilleries like this are common enough in Victoria, dodging around punishing taxes imposed by the lords. They could be used to make crude medication for the Infected.
Soaking, mixing, distilling herbs would work, but purification... no way.
I'm starting to admire the Victorian Reunion. They found this place and turned it into a distribution center for medicine.
When did they start calling themselves Reunion and build all this? I'm not sure.
All I know is that the building is just an old house covered in vines now.
No movement around, no lights in the house.
A figure flashes by the window. Red was right, there are people here, and they've spotted me.
I dust of my clothes and fix my hair, trying to look more presentable. 」

[Guard knocks the door. ]

Guard : Hello. Anybody home?

「No answer. 」

Guard : Hi, I'm Guard. I've got a team nearby, I'm pretty sure you saw them earlier?
Don't worry, we mean no harm.
The Victorian Reunion used to use this workshop to make medicine.
It brought hope to a lot of Infected around Londinium. Its medicine even circulated among the workers in the sewers below the city's industrial districts.
Whoever you are, you know the war is turning a lot more people Infected.
We want to get things going again here, to help them.
Since you're occupying the place...
We need your cooperation.
We can provide medicine or other supplies. We'll trade fair.

「Still, no response.
The doorknob turns, and I grip the hilt of my sword.
After everything we've been through, I know it's pretty likely I'll be staring down a pitchfork or hatchet next. I'm numb to that sort of thing now.
The door opens. 」

Reunion? : Reunion, you said?

Guard : Your clothes... who are you?

Reunion? : Mays.

Mays : Come in.

<Background 3>

「There are more people hiding inside than I guessed. And it's quite a group.
Some of them are obviously Infected, while others leaning against the wall are probably ordinary refugees from the city.
They're all looking over, silently, watching me and the woman in the Victorian Reunion uniform. 」

Mays : Look away, and clear out.

「The crowd falls back, and Mays leads me past their collective gaze.
These people... are terrified. 」

Guard : Are you in charge here?

Mays : This place is under my control.
Let's find a place to talk.

[Guard follows Mays. ]

「...Victorian Reunion... Percival is in Victorian Reunion too.
Our organization doesn't exactly have franchising procedures and once word of the name spread around, the Reunion flag started popping up in all sorts of places.
That also means there have been various acts of violence, acts of revenge, taking place under the Reunion name.
The kind of thing that happened in Chernobog. I start looking at this... Mays.
She seems nervous, her gait is unnatural. 」

<Background fades out and in>

「We're in the deepest depths of the workshop. 」

Mays : Here we are. Nobody comes in here.
So you're Reunion, the real Reunion. You came from the north?
From... Ursus?

Guard : Yes, Ursus, Columbia, and now we're in Victoria.

Mays : That's a ways.

Guard : Your uniform, it's...

Mays : I... used a bedsheet.
I ran into a group from Ursus before. They said you dress like this. I think I got the emblem right.

Guard : Looks a bit big.

Mays : Did you come here just to mock my handiwork?

Guard : So you control this place just because you dressed up in the garb of the infamous "Reunion".

Mays : Let's get to the point. I don't have much time.
You want to get this place up and running again? To start making medicine?

Guard : Yes, if news got out that Reunion is running the place again...

Mays : No.
Things are more complicated than you know. We have all kinds of people here.
I'm worn out breaking up the daily fights between Infected and uninfected. And you want to make Infected medicine? You might as well blow the place up.
It's hard to keep a balance between them.

Guard : ......
You're Reunion, aren't you? At least, you claim to be.

Mays : More or less.

Guard : Who are your people?

Mays : What else would they be? Homeless Infected, war refugees, people who have lost everything. We all need a roof over our heads.
I first came here with a few other Infected. We found this ruin.
Later, more people came, including some... less than honest folk. We don't take anyone else in anymore.
I'm glad to see you, Reunion comrades, but I don't want to worry anyone here.

Guard : Worry?

Mays : That you're conspiring with us to wipe out the uninfected in our midst.
Whether or not it's just a pretext to get us to open our doors to you, we can trade supplies. But let's leave it at that...

Guard : There are plenty of uninfected here, so I get what you're saying.
But I still think it would be a good idea to talk it over with your people before you come to a decision. As long as we can get back to making medicine here, we can come to a long-term agreement—

Mays : No, no thank you.
Now, off with you. It was nice meeting you.
If you want to take this place, you're welcome to it. So long as you can take it.

「I can't see her expression behind the mask.
Maybe she's just bluffing. 」

Guard : Alright then.

「But I turned around, nevertheless, getting ready to leave. 」

Mays : Hey, Reunion!

Guard : Yes?

Mays : Is Talulah with your group?

Guard : ...She is.

「Another Talulah worshiper?
Sure enough, she's our banner, and that's her cage now too. 」

Mays : I hear she has a nomadic city.
Does that city of hers only take Infected?
......
If you haven't been infected, are you allowed to go there?
I've heard... from the passing caravans, I've heard it's a nice place.
We—There's some people here in less-than-ideal positions, refugees from the wilderness, orphans without a single relative. Talk of that Reunion city has everyone full of hope.
But... you only stand with the Infected, right?

Guard : A... city?
There might be a misunderstanding here—

[A refugee runs toward Mays. ]

Frightened Refugee : Mays! Do you know what they did?
Did you tell them to do it?! Have you gone mad?!

Mays : What are you talking about?

Frightened Refugee : They—Those idiots!
He might've been a fighter in the war here! Or some big important figure, here to doom us all!
We might be just a couple hours out from a battalion of Sarkaz coming in here to wipe us out!

Guard : What's going on?

Frightened Refugee : You... Are you with Reunion, like Mays?
It was you, your people—
Those Infected, they killed a Sarkaz in the warehouse!

Mays : —
Bollocks!

Frightened Refugee : He... He was Infected too... He's going to explode, right?
We need to deal with him!

Guard : ......
I'll take a look.

Mays : Go, quickly! You should be able to help!

<Background 4>

「On the ground lies the corpse of a Sarkaz.
I... know this guy.
The Sarkaz who rode a motorbike, he was a junkman, going around selling stuff he took off the dead.
He was clearly beaten to death, limbs twisted up in unnatural ways.
His hands are tied. He must've tried to break free, judging by his bloody wrists.
The gathered crowd is mostly silent.
I feel a chill, leaving me briefly speechless. 」

Indifferent Infected : He... he's dead. The Sarkaz aren't so strong.
Here... the medicine he had on him, and some stale bread.

「The one who did the killing doesn't look well. He indifferently breaks off a piece of bread and hands it to someone beside him. 」

Angry Infected : He deserved it.

「Someone spits on the ground.
One of them notices me, approaching me while chewing a piece of bread taken off the dead man. 」

Angry Infected : You! You're with Reunion, aren't you?
Mays never told us how we could join you!

「I remain silent for a while, calming myself down. I lower his hands for him, spotting the Originium crystals growing on his arm. 」

Guard : Why did you do it?
Did he threaten you? Try to hurt you?

Angry Infected : Huh? Why?

「It's as if he suddenly loses interest, stumbling over to a nearby crate and taking a seat. 」

Angry Infected : When the Sarkaz burned our farm and humiliated my daughter, did anyone ask why?

Guard : He wasn't a soldier. He wasn't a murderous devil from Kazdel. He was just a wandering hawker, selling his wares on the battlefields.
He... even helped you.

Indifferent Infected : Huh, what does he mean? Was he Reunion too?

Guard : I am Reunion.
You lot must know what it is Reunion fights for.

Indifferent Infected : Sure, you're fighting for all the Infected!

Guard : This man that you tortured to death, the one who never even got a chance to share his name...
Wasn't he an Infected?

Angry Infected : But he was Sarkaz.

Guard : ......

"Medicine and compassion cannot help the Infected in a way that matters, but solidary and strength can."

「Solidarity... solidarity.
Infected have no homeland. We share the same fate, the same sorrow.
These people don't understand... they've never thought about it.
But, what about us?
Will the veterans from Ursus on the team treat the Infected from Kazimierz well? Can Sankta Infected coexist with Sarkaz?
Even at Rhodes Island, I...
......
What about the future? If we succeed one day, and the Emperor of Ursus vows to stop massacring the Infected, if he agrees to grant us land and cities...
In this beautiful, seemingly impossible future...
Will Reunion, will the Infected, start killing each other?
Will we fracture, collapse, and give them another chance to butcher us? 」

Mays : Hey, Guard, his corpse... it's glowing, he's about to disintegrate!

Guard : —

「I had no idea his condition was so serious.
Or did he really not leave any medicine for himself, trying to save money for some future that would not be his own? 」

Guard : Get out of here! Now!

Indifferent Infected : Run! Run!

[Anyone but Guard and Mays quickly run out of the room. ]

Guard : Mays! How do you process the Infected here?

Mays : That room, the innermost one!
Hurry, we have to throw him in there!
Damn it, damn it all... I need a second, protection... for the nose, mouth, and wounds...

<Background black>

「Mays and I lift the Sarkaz's corpse and kick open the door.
Upon opening it, my personal Originium monitor started beeping incessantly. I've never heard the alarm going so intensely before.
Just...
Just how many Infected were processed here?
Every inch of the room is covered with a thick layer of Originium dust, crystal clusters forming in the corners.
"Danger" is no longer sufficient to describe the urgency of the situation.
I don't know when things are going to get out of hand for this place, but... putting a disintegrating Infected in there is definitely not a good idea. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Guard : No good, move, move!

Mays : What are you doing?! Why is the body—

Guard : There's too much Originium in here. How many Infected have been processed in this room?

Mays : I... Well... it was years they were being processed in there!

Guard : There's Originium dust in the air, the place won't survive a violent disintegration!
Get everyone out, now!

<Background 3>

Frightened Refugee : Wh-What?

Guard : Don't you get it? The Originium environment here is extremely unstable. The place could blow at any minute!

Frightened Refugee : So we leave? And go where?
Everything out there is—

Mays : There's no time!
We're talking about Reunion here! They have an entire bloody nomadic city!

Guard : Run, get them all moving!
I've contacted some of our teams on the outskirts, they'll take some of you in!

Mays : Ugh, there's still some booze left in the distillery. If there's an explosion, the whole place is going with it!
And that—

[Mays run off... ]

Guard : Hey, Mays, where are you going?

[...and Guard follows. ]

<Background fades out and in>

「The woman dressed in a Reunion uniform is struggling with the machinery in the deepest depths of the workshop. 」

Mays : What are you doing here?
I'm... Hngh... Help me pull that lever...

Guard : Did you work here before? But you're not Infected!

Mays : Thanks for not exposing me! Hngh... pull harder!

Guard : Where did you get that Reunion outfit?
This used to be a Reunion base, and so many died here... Don't test my patience!

Mays : I... I didn't do anything!

Guard : That's what they all say.

Mays : I was... a worker here. That Reunion lot took over the distillery, and they needed hands to run the machines for them.
I... it's just, the mercenaries hired by the lord attacked, and I ran... I'm not Infected, why should I die here with those Reunion?!

Guard : So why did you come back?

Mays : ......
Why?
Because I had nowhere else to go, dammit! What other reason would I end up trading my life for a secret distillery?!
I'm not Infected, but sometimes I feel like I'd rather be with Reunion! At least they have something to fight against, they have a purpose!
Pull harder! It's stuck!
First, open the switch for this unloading port. Reunion left behind a whole lot of material!
The doctor said this was the cheapest painkiller formula, they were working on it for a long time. It only relieves pain, but that's enough, right?
With this... can I be a genuine part of Reunion?
That is... I might be allowed a home in your nomadic city?

Guard : ......

「A nomadic city...
I take a deep breath and throw out a kick. It makes me sore.
The lever finally loosens.
The machine comes to life. The giant hopper tilts to one side and what falls out of it is countless... petals.
She hurriedly picks up the herbs scattered across the ground and carefully piles them in her arms.
If I don't consider where exactly I am, I feel like this could be... a beautiful sight.
Just like that city. 」

Guard : We don't have a city.

Mays : But, those Reunion guys all said—
But, you... but...
...Ahah... well...
I mean... a nomadic city... a city, you know, we...

「People without a home, people with nowhere to go, the Infected across the world are growing more and more numerous.
It's not that the disease is becoming more virulent, it's just that the world is becoming more cruel.
The great worthies have so much to say about the "modern" era we live in, an unprecedented era of high-speed battleships, nomadic cities, of industry—
How enlightened our era is—
How tragic our era is.
"Stand together."
Can the Infected really stand together, naturally?
Who do we stand with? Is it just the Infected?
That... nomadic city we're dreaming of, does it have a place for them?
Is a city enough to accommodate everything? 」

Guard : Take the herbs, we need to leave.
There is no application to join Reunion. If you're willing to fight side-by-side with us, you're already Reunion.

Mays : But... I'm not Infected.

Guard : It's not only the Infected who want to resist.
And besides, I need you to help me figure out who killed that Sarkaz man.
They need to be punished.

[Explosions are heard. ]

Guard : Now come on, let's go!

[Guard and Mays quickly run away. ]

<Background fades out and in>

「We make our way quickly through the gigantic tanks, some places have already started collapsing. The air is full of the pungent scent of alcohol, with smoke floating in from somewhere.
This workshop, where the Victorian Reunion began, is about to go up in flames. 」

Guard : We're almost there, quickly now.

「The waves of intense heat hit, Mays struggles to stay standing, the herbs in her arms are lifted by the hot air. 」

Mays : Agh! My—

[The machinery starts to fall apart. ]

<Background black>

「Above our heads roars the sound of buckling metal.
Well, alright, I push her away.
Then, I jump up with all my strength, and gather up the petals. 」

「A collapse.
It's hot.
The sun is burning. I'm burning.
Is that the exit?
A few steps further.
But they're watching behind me. Those eyes... are they judging me? Or just judging my insignificant death?
What did they expect of me?
I can't think about it... I can't.
Maybe I let them down with their deaths. They should hope for a more meaningful end for me.
Like, I don't know, dying on the steps of the palace in Deity Grypherburg? Anyway, not here, not dying for an uninfected woman I just met, holding some broken petals in my arms.
How could I face them here?
But I still need to face them. 」

Guard : Take them... and go.
The exit is right ahead, don't lose them this time, I might've... crushed some of the petals, give them to a woman named Nine, she knows what to do.
Don't dawdle, move.

「It's hot. It burns.
I remember the afternoon when I first learned I had Oripathy.
What was it exactly that caused my infection? I still don't actually know.
Maybe it was the time I fell in the river and something scratched my leg. Might've been an active Originium crystal instead of a rock.
Maybe it was the dust I inhaled in the mines.
Maybe it was industrial waste from the factories. Maybe. 」

<Background black>

「But when I got home, the smell of smoke in the room hadn't dissipated. My luggage was packed and placed on the table where we usually ate together.
I found a salt lake, but I wasn't lucky. Maybe I chose the wrong place, there was no boat at the time.
I owe a lot to the Rhodes Island operator who came over and talked to me when I was sitting by the lake. 」

[Guard, knowing that his fate is sealed, starts a recorder and speaks his final message: ]

Guard : Nine, Red, Percival, Talulah, guh...
I'm not sure if I'll be burned to cinders by the time you find me, but I hope this recorder survives.
You ask—
Are we fighting for all the "Infected"?
Whether they're despicable, upper class, or even... royalty?
Or... are the people we unite with, the people we want to fight alongside—
Only the Infected?
Only... them?

After operation

Summary

Nine finds the recording Guard left behind, and makes up her mind as to what Reunion should truly fight for. She banishes the Infected Victorian for killing the innocent Infected Sarkaz, and also bids farewell to Guard.

「When I was still in the L.G.D., I used to spend my afternoons going around the city.
I knew very well my duty, what I was expected to fight against.
We wielded law and order as our weapons to curb chaos, resolve disputes, fight crime, and right wrongs.
Back then, I thought people were just so... easily corruptible.
All of us are born pure and without flaw, but evil creeps in with age, like how mold corrodes every branch and leaf on a plant.
I used to think this land could be rid of evil, if we were strong enough, selfless enough.
I held that belief, until I became Infected, until I went to Lungmen's slums.
And I realized that "justice" is even weaker than men are.
When mutated plants grow from dirty soil, are the flowers in the greenhouse qualified to critique their twisted forms? Do they have the authority to cut off their branches?
There is no way we can talk about the same kind of justice until we share the same soil. 」

<Background 2B>

[As the brewery burns to the ground... ]

Nine : Hurry, get everyone out of the building and as far away as possible!

Desperate Refugee : My stuff's still inside! It's all my family has!

Nine : What stuff?

Desperate Refugee : Pillows... and a mattress! The last of the belongings I took from my home!

Percival : Are you mad?! Follow me to the back where it's safe!
You haven't gotten Infected yet, right? Better count yourself lucky for that!

Nowell : The crowd's so chaotic, there's so many people running out from there we don't know who's Infected and who isn't, and there might even be some wanted fugitives among them. We don't know where they even came from.
And this fire... we're not far from the battlefield. Who knows what kind of attention we'll attract.
We could leave right now! We're not responsible for this fire!
Nine! Make your decision!

「People are screaming, crying, falling into the mud, and crawling back up to their feet.
The fire burns a rosy red behind them. 」

Panicked Refugee : It... It was an Infected who started the fire! Some infected exploded, so that distillery—

Nervous Infected : What's that got to do with us?!
Wasn't it you lot who brought that Sarkaz here?

Panicked Refugee : Not us!
It's all because of you Infected! We could have hidden here for so much longer if it weren't for you!

Nervous Infected : What the bloody hell did you just say?
Did you already forget who took you all in?!

Panicked Refugee : You dare strike me?!
You—

Nine : Enough!

「Incessant bickering.
Endless verbal abuse. 」

Nine : If you don't want to move, I can send you back into the fire.

Panicked Refugee : R-Reunion... you and Mays are the same gang!
If it weren't for the infected... if it weren't for you Infected...

Nine : And what if we weren't Infected?
Open your eyes. We're not the ones who caused you to lose everything you owned and made you huddle together in an abandoned distillery with nothing but the clothes on your back.
We're no different, except for the stones in our bodies.
We had everything taken from us by this disease, but you? You haven't experienced how hard it gets, and yet here you are in the same wretched plight as us.
Hmph.

Panicked Refugee : What—What'd you know?!
Ever had a finger chewed off by a machine on the assembly line? Been thrown out of a factory? Had your house burned down by some lord?!
You yell about the injustices you suffer, but you're not the only ones who live unfair lives!
The viscount who burned down my home? Everyone says his son actually has Oripathy, but so what? A bigwig like him can just send his son to a fancy hospital in Columbia!
But us? Me? He burned down my house with my two children inside it, just because I couldn't pay my taxes, just because I talked back to him!
And no one dares to care, because he's high and mighty while I'm disabled and poor!
You're not the only ones enslaved by your fates, so why does it seem like you're the only ones who can actually stand up to those bullies so brazenly, and even kill them?!

Nine : ......
"Why?" Because we don't want to remain enslaved in those chains.
No one ever said you couldn't fight against it.

Panicked Refugee : I...... I—
There's... no way I could do that, I don't have your Originium Arts.

Percival : Don't make excuses for yourself. It's not like every Infected comes with powerful Arts.
Nine, we're already grouping up, are we evacuating?

Nine : Tell Red to bring a few of his men to monitor our surroundings. The battlefronts near us are currently at a deadlock, so the warring parties might be unable to spare any manpower to inspect a distant fire.
Percival, help me calm down the people who just escaped, and get their names as you examine and provide medical treatment. We'll stay here for one more day at most, to be safe.

Percival : I got it!

Nowell : ......
I'll help. I'm familiar with burns and respiratory blockage.

Percival : Oh, we haven't been able to contact Guard yet either!
We're not sure if he made it out!

Nine : Don't worry, I'll find him.
We both made it out of Chernobog after all.

Nowell : Nine, the concentration of Originium dust particles—

「I was already rushing towards the burning distillery.
I've entered a scene like this before, back in Lungmen. Multiple times.
As an L.G.D. officer, and as a slum resident. 」

「Fire means loss, and also destruction.
I always see tears falling upon charred remains.
Sometimes they're from Infected, and other times they're regular citizens.
And at moments like these, rumors will spread through the spectating crowd.
The casualties were a few Infected. Or perhaps they were regular citizens. Maybe it was an Infected exacting revenge on his neighbors who had harassed him, or maybe his uninfected neighbors were fed up with all the sick people hiding just next door.
But no one has ever questioned why fires uptown are always extinguished as soon as possible.
While the big blazes that destroy several buildings and cause an unclear number of casualties always happen in the slums. 」

<Background 2B>

「I burst through the distillery's doors, and I witness a portion of the building fiercely collapsing not far from the exit.
A single hand extends from the metal and debris.
Holding onto Guard's recorder. 」

<Background 1>

「"Or... are the people we unite with, the people we want to fight alongside—"
"Only the Infected?"
"Only... them?"
"We Infected are just the culmination of all the decay there is... we gather as one because of our shared experience."
"But what unites us... is not just disease."
"Let's say we meet a... noble, abusing his power to exploit the people. How would we treat him?"
"If he was actually... an Infected?"
"We can't use our infection as... our sole criterion and slogan."
"Our companions must share the same belief... we will not only retaliate against the humiliation we've suffered, but also liberate the same people who have caused us pain."
"We're not the only ones enslaved across the lands... so we should stand with them, together."
"We need to get them... to stand with us."
"We... can't just fight against disease."
"What should we actually be fighting against?"
"What are we building here?"
"I——"
*rustle*
"Many years ago, when I had just become an Infected, I really... loved drinking. Back then, Ace warned me that if I carried on with that... hobby of mine, I'd die with my drink someday."
"...Haha."
"And here I am... in a distillery."
"——" 」

[The recording abruptly ends. ]

Nine : ......

Talulah : Nine, you've replayed it so many times now.

Nine : I know.
Talulah. I've been wondering... if we really did manage to build a city for the Infected, what would it look like?
Are you sure it wouldn't be... a hospice at its core?
All we'd do in that city is to wait for everything to be covered in a blanket of disintegrated Originium dust, for our deaths to come one by one.

Talulah : ......
Yes.

Nine : We... can't just wait for our ends to come like this.

[Nowell joins in. ]

Nowell : Nine, Talulah.

Nine : What is it?

Nowell : I'm... thinking of leaving your group for a bit. Yesterday, I met some people among the refugees who escaped from Londinium.
They mentioned some... matters I'm very concerned about, that maybe someone I've been seeking this whole time is still hiding in there.
So I'll be heading over.

Nine : Londinium isn't safe at all right now.

Nowell : I think Talulah already told you about me.

Nine : You're a long-lived.

Nowell : Yes. There's no way for me to die.
I've become more and more sick of this reality of mine.

Talulah : ...You want to kill yourself?
How did you get your "longevity" in the first place?

Nowell : Longevity, heh.
How did I first come to realize the joke that fate played on me?
I had my share of happy days too.
I came to know the one and only wife I've had, had children, a family, devoted my heart and soul to Originium Arts research... of course, I was the primary focus of my studies.
My children grew up while we grew old. Everything was going as natural order of things.
Until my wife died in an accident, war broke out, and I was forced to leave my children. I suddenly realized in the years I spent as a refugee that I hadn't changed at all.
The emperors started a war, a king was hanged years later, and then the dukes' conspiracies came to light. Afterwards the Sarkaz...
I didn't change a single bit in all those years, until today.
I have nightmares everyday, and in them I hear a voice I don't recognize... or maybe it's every voice I recognize calling out to me together.
"Pain makes you live forever, and only happiness can kill you."
Actually, I was already aware of this early on, but what can I even do to feel happiness and relief?
Especially after witnessing death after death, and experiencing tragedy after tragedy?
We're in an era of suffering and despair...so I shall go look for those hiding behind the curtain.

Nine : ......
I have no right to make you stay.
But there's no need to say your goodbyes so quickly. If you wish to return to the nexus of the war... we might not have to go our separate ways.

Nowell : Is that so? I thought you would return to Columbia after gathering up enough hands...

Nine : Running to another place will never put a stop to anything.

Nowell : Fair enough. Perhaps the foes we're facing are fundamentally similar.
Also... leave a bouquet of flowers for Guard on my behalf.

Nine : I will.

<Background fades out and in>

Percival : Nine...

Nine : Percival, you...

Percival : I'm fine! I just... got some smoke in my eyes.
We're done registering the third batch of Infected, and all seven of them have gotten medicine from this workshop before.
They told me many Infected used to gather and live in a tiny village near this forest to access the workshop.
When the workshop was destroyed, most of them left, or died... but some still remained close by.
They were all drawn here by the huge blaze.

Nine : Indeed.

「I look at the petals given to me by the person they called Mays.
The Reunion doctor here spent their life here for these herbs, and according to her, Guard also died for them.
I recognize most of these plants. The Infected used to chew them for pain relief before modern pharmaceutical companies were a thing.
Perhaps the effectiveness of our crude drugs can improve by referencing these, even if just by a little...
We can't simply wait for our end, watch ourselves wither away.
There's more work to be done. 」

Nine : Guard... we didn't manage a clean conclusion on our last discussion, but I have to make a decision on my own now.

Percival : Um, Nine.
We want to hold a little farewell rite for Guard, and it won't take much time to do so.

Nine : Right.
I'll make some flowers bloom here.

<Background fades out and in>

「The enormous blaze burns throughout the night.
We finally abandon our efforts to recover Guard's body.
Red finds a beautiful sturdy tree, its trunk perfectly pointing up toward the sky.
He digs a hole and buries that cute towel of Guard's in it.
Flowers grow around the freshly dug soil.
The floral patterns on that towel were too crude. A garden like this suits him better. 」

Red : ......
I'm done questioning everyone that came out from the workshop.
The Sarkaz who died in the underground warehouse... the one who rode the motorbike.
He was murdered, by a few Infected Victorians.
They were driven out of their homes by the Sarkaz. Some of them lost their loved ones too, so they felt rightfully furious, and I, uh, calmed them down a little.
What's the plan?

Nine : ......
Back in Ursus, everyone used to think it was through the power of unity that Reunion managed to fight together with the patrol units, taxmen and mine guards.
That wasn't the case. We simply had no other choice left to break the knife pointed at our throats.
Reunion used to act on our enmity, but our targets of hate have both become increasingly vague and broad.
The Infected have no homeland... no identity, no bloodline. We can't just carry on with just a provocative slogan.
We need to set clearer guidelines and principles.
Guard and I... discussed about this before.
He said to ignore the Infected in positions of power, because they still enjoy exploiting others with their authority and see disease as only a tool.
And that we should also grant the same kind of liberation to any oppressed people, and not just our sick brethren. Because they can fight alongside us, and we'll need their strength to put up a fight.
Chernobog has taught us enough.

Red : He was always thinking so much about this, I thought...
I thought he could really take us to achieve some great feats.

Nine : He will, even if he's dead. He merely died when he was still seen as insignificant and deplorable.

Red : What about those murderers?

Nine : People who violently vent their grievances unprovoked cannot join us. It was war that turned them to brutality, even if they were just Victorians before.
If we let this slide... what will happen to our group next?
Ursine, Columbian, Victorian, Leithanian. Feline, Perro, Liberi, Caprinae, Sarkaz.
Power should be distinctly directed towards a common goal than become cracks of resentment that give others a chance to dismantle us from within.
Buldrokkas'tee and Ursus should have taught us this lesson.

Talulah : ......

Nine : They will be banished.
They will have to find their own paths by themselves.
Reunion will make sure of it.

Red : I understand.
I'll relay that to everyone, and... I'll handle those murderers too.

[Red leaves. ]

Talulah : ......

Nine : ...Talulah. There's an Infected I used to know, who comes from a eminent lineage and held a distinguished position.
But she threw it all away, in her quest for "fairness".
You know her.

Talulah : ......

Nine : Everyone here has heard of your ideas. Reunion's earliest vision, exaggerated, distorted.
But what we want is not a nomadic city for the infected.
What we want is to send a message to all the aristocrats, and oppressors, those trying to divide, suppress, and eliminate us—
The blade they so despise hangs high above their necks.
Our goodbyes... have already been said. This isn't the first, nor will it be the last.
Let's go. Our work in Victoria isn't done yet.

Operation story: 13-17

Before operation

Summary

The decisive battle is imminent. Hoederer, Ines, and W envision the future. Hoederer suggests that the Sarkaz cannot deny Theresis, arguing with W. The previously missing Feranmut skeleton finally returns, and the fight begins.

「Since our scrap with Ulšulah, they've tightened defenses around that cave. W and her bombs helped us get out once, but that may not work a second time.
We haven't been able to get close again. But I'm sure the "drifting bones" haven't returned yet.
That is, I was sure until we all had the same dream.
The ash-bleached city engulfed in flames, the shattered walls, the charred corpses piled in every corner.
The city did not leave with the dream until we opened our eyes. 」

「The flames trampled every settlement, every clan.
The place we called Kazdel no longer exists, only fire and ruin remain.
The despairing giant knelt down and wept. 」

Sarkaz? : (In ancient Sarkaz) The King of Sarkaz is dead.
(In ancient Sarkaz) The King killed the King.
(In ancient Sarkaz) Why? This should not be...
(In ancient Sarkaz) Our city, Kazdel...
(In ancient Sarkaz) This would be a curse! A curse engraved upon the crown...
(In ancient Sarkaz) This would be... the beginning of the end of all...

「That Feranmut has returned. 」

<Background 1>

Hoederer : Tomorrow morning, the attack begins.
Siege and her Exemplars will be responsible for the perimeter. Us, the Rhodes rabbit and the Banshee have to get deep into that waystation.

W : Where's that old bitch Kal'tsit? She's sending us off on this suicide mission without making so much as a cameo appearance?

Hoederer : Her injuries have not yet healed. Ascalon will look after her and the Doctor. They will stay behind.
Rhodes Island recently came under Confessarius attack, they were trying to take the bunny's crown.

W : ......
Hmph, the crown.

Ines : Hoederer... you didn't tell the Victorians the truth.
If your plan works, and we go back to Kazdel, what are you gonna do?
Even your new Victorian friends are probably not gonna be okay with you bundling "war criminals" in with "Sarkaz caught up in the war".
Don't tell me you vowed to bring the Sarkaz home but never thought through this little problem?
Like, are you gonna head off to teach a class on "historical reflections" to this bunch of grunts dragged off the battlefield? In that Kazdel basement university?

Hoederer : ......
No.
Maybe I'll start a literacy class there. Make sure future Sarkaz have fewer illiterates like W here.

W : Huh?
Do my ears deceive me? Did Hoederer actually make a joke out of Ines's words? On such a serious topic?
What happened? Did sucking up to General Manfred teach you a little emotional intelligence?

Ines : Hmph...
"War's over, back to Kazdel." Real funny, we're actually fantasizing about this stuff here.
We're mercs, and that's all we're ever gonna be.

W : You're such a lovely Caprinae, Ines, maybe you could run off to Leithanien and become a governess for some hoity toity nobles in a big, tall tower.
You could teach... Let me think... how to keep your hair nice and silky in a war zone? How's that sound?

Ines : Not interested.

Hoederer : ......

Ines : What are you daydreaming about? The battle's about to start.

Hoederer : No, I just...

「Ines's gaze shifts down to my feet ever so slightly.
She's looking at my shadow again. What is it showing?
I don't know myself. I'm rarely so... calm before an op.
Calm gives me a chance to think about all sorts of things.
A few trivial things. 」

Hoederer : I remember you said you wanted to open a shop in Kazdel.

Ines : Because I didn't have a place to fence stolen goods at the time.

Hoederer : ...Oh yeah.
......
How about we use the first round of tuition from my literacy class for your startup capital?

Ines : I doubt that class is gonna earn you much.

W : On the other hand, kidnapping a Leithanian governess could fetch a decent ransom. Gotta be at least as much as ten merc heads.

Ines : Let's talk about it when we make it home for real.

Hoederer : Yeah.

Ines : Your mental state has me worrying if you can really handle this mission.
Did those illusions or the Arts Circles drive you mad?

「Maybe they did.
In this moment of extreme calm, some tendrils of unease irritate my heart, causing hesitation.
Amidst my own surprising thoughts, I find the reason for my anxiety.
I'm worried they won't accept me. Because of my...
Some of my ideas.
But I have to speak. The arrow is nocked. 」

W : Pay no attention to this mopey idiot.
Time waits for no man. Once we stake the Vampire and behead Theresis, then you two can head on back to Kazdel and talk over all the interior decorating plans for your love nest.

Hoederer : ...Theresis.
I've been thinking about this for a while, W. You may not like what I'm about to say, but I still have to say it.

W : Hah, throwing cold water on me before the fight?

Hoederer : Pretty much.
We can't kill Theresis, at least not right here or now, it can't be the Sarkaz executing him.

W : —
Ines was right, those illusions did scramble your brains.

Hoederer : Killing him means no Kazdel.
Whether now or for a good long while after the war, he has to be recorded as the Regent... and even be praised by some.

W : Are you out of your mind?
I really don't feel like joking about this.

Hoederer : We still need to stop the war, and I haven't changed my mind.
But Theresis has taken his place as a cornerstone of the Sarkaz future.
Kazdel won't survive another split, and this war... it can't end with another Sarkaz betrayal, with another Sarkaz civil war.
Remember the plan I was talking about before? We need the Sarkaz here to pull out of Victoria before everyone hears about his death.

Ines : ......

Hoederer : Once everyone knows the Sarkaz have failed, and the threat of Theresis is gone, what happens then?
The dukes will slaughter every last Sarkaz in Victoria without mercy. The revenge killings will spread to other countries in centrum, and all civilization will have a justifiable excuse... to exterminate the Sarkaz.
They'll put together a coalition, just and reasonable, swift and decisive... to divide up all of Theresa's and Theresis's legacies.
Can't you picture that?

W : To be honest, I don't give a shit about any consequences of Theresis dying. All I'm here for is the part where he dies.
Coalitions? Slaughtering Sarkaz? Weren't they doing that already?
Does Theresis dying mean all the devils are just gonna lose their will to fight back?
Hah, no way. I don't buy that.
He sent the assassins to kill Theresa, declared himself king, and dragged all of us into the mess we're in today.
We don't need to sacrifice ourselves for his Kazdel, for his—

Hoederer : Don't think you can keep yourself out of it, W.

「I thought I was gonna really let her have it, really tear into W, this... sad woman. 」

Hoederer : Do you think of yourself as nothing more than a merc?
How many people have you brought? From Reunion to where we stand now, how many Sarkaz have you gathered?
You're carrying their lives on your shoulders.

W : I don't fucking care!

「But W is wavering.
I know her too well. It's not like she hasn't thought about it, she isn't an uncaring leader at all.
Looking at it objectively, a whole lot of mercs have stepped up to follow this madwoman. 」

Hoederer : You have to care.
You think you can just keep on killing people, keep on burying bombs in the dirt?
You're leading those Sarkaz now. You have to think about how to deal with their hopes and dreams.
You have to think through what their lives mean to you.

W : But I—
......

Ines : It's not just Theresis—
Don't forget, there's Theresa too.

Hoederer : So, from all perspectives we're... all we can be is their successors, the inheritors of their ideals.
The two of them, they're the reason the Sarkaz could come together in the first place.

W : ......
That's not the real Theresa.
That's a fake Theresis has cooked up. He can't fool me.

Hoederer : W.
Look at yourself.

W : Who do you think you are—

Hoederer : You couldn't accept Theresa's death, you're stuck in the shadow of Babel.
Like...

W : Shut up.

Hoederer : You think Amiya's walking ahead of you. You think she's Theresa's handpicked successor, that the King of Sarkaz should be thinking about this stuff.
You look at her and see another Theresa, you think all you need to do is follow the King.

W : Shut up! Are you trying to gross me out?!

Hoederer : You think you don't deserve to inherit anything.

W : What kind of joke is this? You think you get me? You're my mentor now, you're gonna raise me, teach me, huh Hoederer?
You're just a merc, not much higher on the ladder than me. But you're so deluded you can stand up and call yourself a successor or whatever of whatever?
Ugh, it's so gross! The little bunny? I'm gonna follow her?
She was in the right place at the right time to be chosen—

Hoederer : —Chosen by Theresa, to become the leader of Rhodes Island who stopped Reunion and Talulah, who broke her way into Londinium today.
So what about you, W?
What exactly does Theresa mean to you?
Some distant ethereal symbol who once gave you a place to stay, one specific flesh-and-blood royal, or—the path she stood for?

W : ...I...
"For this land to... fall into peaceful slumber."
...Ugh.
So... that's why I say she's a fake.

<Background 1>

W : ......

Hoederer : ......

Ines : ......

W : Ines... how have you managed to hold back from killing him this long?

Ines : Because I'm not deluding myself, most of the time.

W : Ugh. Spare me.
Whatever, Hoederer.
I know what I have to do. And I'm not going to kill you to shake up morale this time, you should be kissing my feet.
Polish that sword of yours good, we've got a war tomorrow.

[W leaves. ]

Hoederer : Sigh... she ran off again.

Ines : Do you really think she could be a decent leader?

Hoederer : She's organized a whole lot of mercs.

Ines : Heh, are they really "mercs" though?
How much money does W have to hire them? And how much does she earn for them with the things she does?

Hoederer : Alright then, why are they following her?
No matter what she says, whether it's revenge for Theresa, hunting down the assassins, or just randomly bombing her way across the land—
She's definitely... walked her path.

Ines : The ones who follow her really are sad.
But people forget how young she is. She's got lots of... room for improvement.

Hoederer : We can hope.
Also, the startup capital for your shop, not a joke.

Ines : ...I know.

<Background 2>

Siege : The Exemplars is fully equipped.
Some of the Londinium Self-Salvation Corps volunteered to join our team.

Shearer : Yes, tallying up the remnants of the various ducal forces we've gathered, refugees who want to join the fight, and these militiamen from the Self-Salvation Corps, we have the strength of roughly six or seven platoons.
Siege, we'd best formally establish the military structure of the Exemplars. Appointing officers such that our chain of command can...

Siege : Lieutenant Shearer, this team is not a true military unit. It is not the Victorian Army.
True, we have some soldiers...
But aside from you and the remnants of Duke Windermere's forces led by Delphine, the rest are ordinary folk who want to fight. Workers, farmers, merchants, and of course, street ruffians.
Should we forcibly incorporate them into one or two combat units, arm them, and subordinate them to officers, then what is the difference between us and the dukes?
The Exemplars is a fine name, but I believe it should bring the people nothing but hope.
Or to speak less grandly, it should bring the people something intangible, the likes of which the dukes' high-speed battleships can't bring.
Which is to say...
The Exemplars should not be a heroic force captained by the heir to the throne wielding the Realmblade. I'm rather repulsed by such titles.

Shearer : But then, how are we to organize our combat operations?

Delphine : Speaking of combat operations, a considerable portion of our team has not undergone any regular military training.
When in Londinium, do as the Londiniers do, eh?
Just as we did in Chetleigh, just as the Self-Salvation Corps did in Londinium.
We're killing the Sarkaz in our familiar way, with our familiar friends.
...No offense, Sarkaz.

Hoederer : ......

Logos : None taken. No harm done.
The ritual has been terminated, but the blessing bestowed on the Sarkaz blood has not completely gone with it.
Over Londinium way... ancient witchcraft stirs.
Our mortal enemy operates with unknown purpose, but the urgency they reveal presents an opportunity for a breakthrough.

Delphine : We will be extra cautious.

Hoederer : Then...
Let's snatch that bone back.

<Background 3>

[The Exemplars attack the dock, allowing Amiya and co. to enter undetected. ]

Ines : The plan was a success. The Victorian attack did distract a portion of the forces here.
We're in, and it's here.

[The skeletal Feranmut's guardians show up. ]

Spine Guardian : You, are you the Sarkaz from last time? How did you—
Is this a joint attack with the Victorians?

Hoederer : Sorry.

[Hoederer cuts down the guardians with his sword. ]

Spine Guardian : Kill the traitors! Kill these Sarkaz traitors!

Hoederer : Ulšulah isn't here to welcome us.

Ines : Logos guessed right. Looks like she's too busy.

[W blows up the guardians with her explosives. ]

W : Hah—You didn't let me come in last time. This sucker's huge!
Can I blow it into two halves?

Hoederer : No, stay with the team.

Amiya : Get onto its spine and seize its operator.

Logos : ......
Amiya.

Amiya : Yes, I feel it.
He's here.

「I follow the Banshee's gaze to the shadow cast on the rock.
A hint of blood invades my nostrils.
Does this skeleton... have veins? 」

Operation story: 13-18

After operation

Summary

Lettou bids farewell to his comrades in Londinium, he visits the old man who could never become a Vieux Vanguard, and finally goes to the Sanguinarch of Vampires. While he is unable to kill the Sanguinarch, he chooses to splatter him with his own despicable blood.

「In my wardrobe, I have a drawer specifically for collecting medals.
The medal I received upon graduating from Cyr Military College, the fifteen-year service medal from the Defense Forces, the Londinium Freedom Medal awarded to me by City Hall four years ago, after quelling the chaos in the city.
Deeper in the drawer are the remnants of a previous order, passed down through my family. The emblem of the Vieux Vanguard, a piece of brick from Lingones, and a golden cup awarded by His Majesty Corsica I.
The cup is now split into two pieces, and the etchings on top are unclear. However, I remember the layout of each pattern, and the expressions on each relief figure.
This is all that my parents, my uncles, and aunts, all that they hoped for: the glory of Gaul, a glory that cannot be denied, and would never fade. 」

<Background 1>

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ...The cup is quite weighty. You should be able to sell it for a good price. The market for Gaulish pieces has always been brisk.
Even if you just melt the thing and sell it as raw gold, it should be enough for you to easily buy an apartment in the finest part of any city.
Here is the key to my home, keep it. The things are in the wardrobe.
Pick a place and start over. Forget everything that happened this past year, call it a fleeting nightmare.

Former Defense Forces Soldier : Sir, it was you who saved me when those Sarkaz were chasing me. You hid me in the Defense Forces office.
I should be thanking you. I'm no longer a member of the Forces, or your Gaulish compatriot...
You didn't have to—

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Take it.
If you find anything else in the house you like, it's yours. The memories mean little to me anymore.
You'll want to hide here for a while yet, until the situation stabilizes.
The Military Commission has disarmed the Defense Forces. As it stands now, you're no different from the Victorian civilians to the Sarkaz.

Former Defense Forces Soldier : But our comrades are still outside. Some of them are, um, unsettled. I want to save them all...

Lt. Colonel Lettou : They've all been captured.

Former Defense Forces Soldier : ......

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I handed them over to the Military Commission myself.

Former Defense Forces Soldier : You what...?

「The anger in his eyes deflates before it can reach a peak.
A coward, I evaluated him as much in the past. He may have had some courage in battle, but ultimately, he is a coward.
He survives here with me in ignominy. He can't be compared to those warriors who resist the Sarkaz.
He could never compare.
......
Could I?
Hah.
I... don't care.
It's been a long time since I cared. 」

Former Defense Forces Soldier : Sir, what... are you going to do next?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Me?
The Sanguinarch of Vampires has been waiting for me for some time.
Stay here. Wait until it's all done before you go.
If you want to live, you'd best pray that when you open the door, the cheering you hear is Victorians, and not the devils.

<Background black>

「......
Cheering Victorians...
The first thing that comes to my mind is, surprisingly, that Victoria will win.
No, it's probably just a force of habit. Naturally, I hope that Theresis will win. That's the prerequisite to him restoring Gaul.
All my sacrifices, all my betrayals, all my unforgivable sins were enacted in the service of Gaul.
Yes, of course, I serve... Gaul.
I hope. 」

「Groups of people are led out by the Sarkaz forces, heading for the city walls in the distance.
The Sarkaz intend to fortify Londinium, and I'm afraid the final battle lies right before us.
Do they plan to defend the Victorian capital? Perhaps.
Some of the men cast resentful glances at me. I know them. We once... shared a toast.
No one stops me. The Sarkaz don't care where I'm going.
Even if you open the door for a caged fowlbeast, where can it fly? 」

<Background 2>

??? : René Lettou?
I didn't expect to encounter you like this.

[The one speaking to Lt. Col. Lettou reveals herself to be Clovisia. ]

Clovisia : This may be a good sign. At least you haven't been executed by the Sarkaz.
Do you have time to chat?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......
Hm, I know you... You're Clovisia, the little leader of the Self-Salvation Corps, yes?
We've cleared out all your bases, the remaining forces should have all fled Londinium. Why are you still here?

Clovisia : Some of the thanks go to the Defense Forces, and some go to Caster for keeping her promise.
Her Trilby Asher did indeed ensure the smooth evacuation of the Self-Salvation Corps.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : The Duke of Caster...
...I guessed your identity a long time ago. But now, no matter which of the dukes you're vassal or puppet of, I no longer care.
I may not know how capable you really are, but Londinium as she stands is no place for a rebellious child to be wandering around.
Go back to your hiding place. Treasure the fact that the Sarkaz have not caught you yet. I'll pretend I never saw you.

Clovisia : ...Lettou.
You've been cowering in Londinium for long enough.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......

Clovisia : After losing contact with the Self-Salvation Corps, I quickly found new objectives to work on within Londinium.
We... were betrayed too. And I don't even know who the traitors were.
But I don't have time to dwell on that. The situation within the city far surpasses our understanding of a nomadic city under occupation.
What's happening now is something you won't find in the history books.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I know that better than anyone.

Clovisia : But have you seen what's going on outside the city?
I've seen the Sarkaz Arts Circles, the red light in the sky, the war machines in their many forms, things unlike the military equipment of any ordinary nation.
I've seen hexcrafters floating in midair, seizing control of the sky, forcing drones and Arts alike to fail.
I used to think the descriptions of the Sarkaz military and the so-called "Nachzehrer" were tall tales, literary embellishment for horror's sake.
I don't think that anymore.
When death itself opens its doors, what manmade hell do we face?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : And what of the dukes?

Clovisia : The ducal armies... they're resilient, grand, but...
They stand on the horizon, out of reach.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......

Clovisia : I suppose you may be feeling guilt and melancholy, perhaps mixed with a dash of pride?
You ponder the cruel choices you've made, but your mission is now accomplished.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......

Clovisia : I guess you proposed a deal to Theresis regarding the nomadic cities that once belonged to Gaul.
Londinium is too small, she can't contain the Sarkaz ambition. He is simply using this place to provoke the expansionist lust of Terra's other powers.
Do you honestly believe he cares at all for your Gaul?
Londinium's fall is complete, but you are no fool. You see it.
The Military Commission of Kazdel has no intention of occupying Victoria.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Correct, I am no fool. I never once placed my hopes in Theresis keeping his word.

Clovisia : And yet you still had a hand in so many tragedies.
Are you trying to create an opportunity? Like what the Sarkaz are doing for Kazdel?
Perhaps this war will exhaust the ducal militaries, making space for the ghost of Gaul to return to the land of the living.
But the question is—
—Do you actually believe that, René Lettou?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......
What else can I believe in?
I've admitted my weakness. Do you need me to admit my stupidity, my despair, my irrelevance?
What do you want from me?

Clovisia : Cooperation.
The Self-Salvation Corps, those resisting the Sarkaz, those struggling for survival among Victoria's nonsensical nobility, they all still have a chance.
And that which you seek, your so-called "Gaul", may also exist within that chance.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Gaul... oh, Gaul.
It seems you're still willing to fight.
For a person like you, the dusty rubble is a platform from which to grab the next ledge.
For you, those like you, for the Military Commission...
You are strong enough to subvert a nation, to change the course of history, not to mention... manipulate the fate of one or two men like me.

Clovisia : Enough of the self-pity. There is still much we can do before hell descends upon us.
Whether you consider this a form of atonement or the beginning of a new struggle doesn't matter to me.
But Lettou, I hope we can—

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Now then, oh great one, can you tell me—
How I might save myself?

Clovisia : ......

Lt. Colonel Lettou : There it is. You haven't a clue yourself.
Let me by.

Clovisia : You really won't turn back?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I won't.

Clovisia : Then I can't say I wish you well.
Your hands are stained with the blood of so many, with the blood of my friends, and you carry on with such despicable decisions.
René Lettou!

Lt. Colonel Lettou : That'll do, then. Run along now, the Sarkaz are coming.
I still have... to say goodbye.

<Background 3>

「Ces Lingones baignent nos yeux de larmes♪
Le champ de bataille est chargé d'amertume et de peine♪
Mais ce jour viendra, c'est certain♪
Pour juger à mort les agresseurs♪
Pour juger à mort les agresseurs♪[note 1] 」

[Lt. Col. Lettou enters the room. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......

「A "Vieux Vanguard" living in the city.
Why is he the first thing to come to my mind in this moment? 」

??? : ...Name! Rank! Unit!

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Your baton is pressed against my waist rather harshly, sir.

??? : Fermez-la![note 2] Report... Name, rank, and unit! Soldat![note 3]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......
Lingones Youth Vanguards, 2e Régiment de la Garde Sautante,[note 4] Caporal[note 5] Lettou!

[The one questioning Lt. Col. Lettou in Gaulish is revealed to be an old man. ]

Senile Old Man : My... unit?

[Lt. Col. Lettou lowers his head. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Yes, your unit.

Senile Old Man : I've... never seen you... before.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : You have, you've just forgotten, sir.

Senile Old Man : Have I...?
L'Empereur, Sa Majesté,[note 6] he ordered me to recover here... but... I want to know... what's happening... on the front lines.
Le Roi-Sorcier...[note 7] the wicked Witch King... did our fleet... destroy him?
I saw it on television... the Victorian Duke with the great... big... HUGE beard... his army!
Do they... wish to betray Sa Majesté... our great Emperor... they will stab him in the back... too?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Sir, Londinium has fallen.

Senile Old Man : C'est bien![note 8] Good!
I'll be promoted... to the Vieux Vanguard! You... it's not your time yet... you still need... to prove yourself!

「He's nearly ninety years old. He's been not-entirely-there for quite some time, forgetting nearly everything.
For decades, his mind has remained in the golden age when the Gaulishmen joined Corsica I's march into Leithanien.
The nurses always said he had only a year to live, but he's still here.
He's lived to see Gaul become history.
He's lived to Londinium teetering on the edge of her grave.
......
Before I left the Defense Forces, I issued one last order, to guarantee the safety of this sanatorium.
This is the only thing I did for myself in my entire long service to the Forces. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I brought you a Rheims Champagne, from Lingones. Your favorite. Have a seat, won't you?

[The senile old man sits down. ]

Senile Old Man : Hm...
A fine drink, Caporal, mm...
Ces Lingones baignent nos yeux de larmes♪
Le champ de bataille est chargé d'amertume et de peine♪
...Pour juger à mort les agresseurs...♪

Lt. Colonel Lettou : When you sing that song, it's as if there never was any pain, as if you never aged a day.

Senile Old Man : ...Notre drapeau sera toujours glorieux♪[note 9]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I've never seen Lingones.
You told me again and again about those magnificent halls, the flourishing road networks...
...Do you remember Golding, the girl who visited you with me so many years ago?
She's dead.
She died for this cruel, unshakeable, bloodstained world.
And I'm one of the murderers responsible for it all.
I don't know... what to feel for her.
But she's gone. She's out of my sight, and she'll certainly never see me anymore.
I... I'm frightened, sir.
A girl called Amiya says that all I've done was done out of cowardice.
I once confessed to Golding that my only goal was to survive the ruin to come.
But I still hope...
Even if it's just a pretext, I still hope—
That from the ruins, a new Gaulishman will rise...
No, that's not it.
I wish Golding could keep on teaching the children, under the sunshine, among the fragrance of the flowers.
Her persistence was truly beautiful.
But me, I'm the one who... I'm...
I've done all I can, sir. It's tiring.
Do you think we still have a future?

「......
......
He'd fallen asleep minutes ago.
Right then.
I draw my saber. A sword that once belonged to a Gaulishman.
I think... it might be better to let him remain in that dream before the Sarkaz force their way in.
At least it'll be a splendid dream.
But me... despicable man that I am, dare not reach out to pollute— 」

<Background black>

[Lt. Col. Lettou kills the senile old man with his saber. ]

「......
The blood of the aged Youth Vanguard splatters my hands. 」

<Background 4>

「The Prince of Blood himself, the Sanguinarch of Vampires, looks silently at the extravagant decor of the Victorian palace.
The expression on his face could be described as... serene. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You came, Lettou.
Here I thought you'd find somewhere to hide.

[Lt. Col. Lettou walks toward the Sanguinarch. ]

Lt. Colonel Lettou : No, of course not.
I was always going to come find Your Highness.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You seem spirited today, I'm pleased. Ever since that old Gaulish teacher of yours died, you've been quite the buzzkill.
I made a bet with my children, they wagered that you were about to die.
But I believed in you, Lettou.
Have a drink with me, to the defeat of your enemies, the death of the nation of Victoria.
I'll begin the ritual myself, bestowing the most ancient curse, the most tragic end.
And so I will be leaving soon. Even my own kin don't enjoy such an honor, you should be grateful.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ......
You know, Your Highness...
By the time I was born, Gaul's capital had already been razed by the Duke of Wellington and his despicable accomplices.

「A city annihilated, as one breathes a sigh. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Now it seems you will do the same to Londinium.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Will you weep for her?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I just... didn't expect it.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Duke Wellington dismantled Lingones, pulling those mobile plates apart. Heh, so silly, so boring, the Victorians.
Would you like to settle the blood debt with your own hands? I admire your persistence.
I could grant you such an opportunity.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : Your Highness is most magnanimous.

「I bow deeply, but I feel his gaze lingering on me. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Ah... pathetic.
Mean, fickle, cowardly, self-righteous.
Begging for mercy out of fear, self-destructing out of despair.
But I'm still very curious about you.
In the scheme of your insignificant life, we've spent quite some time together.
—Do you really think you can kill me, Lettou?
You won't.

「My very blood grips my heart. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : —

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You may think to yourself, this Sarkaz is so arrogant, so contemptuous.
On the contrary... Lettou.
Considering what I am about to see, I am positively filled with affection for you.
You are a fool, yes, and despicable indeed. You should cherish your blood.
At first, I thought they might have some more interesting uses.
*Sigh*, such hasty farewells between us.

「The Gaulishman's sword... I do my best to reach it.
The despicable man's sword. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Poor man. Keep trying, give it all you've got and you just might reach the hilt.

Lt. Colonel Lettou : ...I'll...
I'll... grant...

Sanguinarch of Vampires : What is it you're trying to say?

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I'm saying—

「The blade cuts across my throat, cold, chilling.
I see my filthy blood gushing from my neck.
The crimson liquid stains his clothes and splashes his face.
Hah. 」

Lt. Colonel Lettou : I'm saying... I'll... "grant" you my blood, vile leech!
You'll never boast about the purity of your blood ever again!
Because the despicable René Lettou has polluted it!

Notes

In French, English translation as follows:
"Lingones bathe our eyes with tears,
The battlefield is full of bitterness and pain,
But that day will come, that is for certain,
To judge the aggressors to death,
To judge the aggressors to death"

"Shut up" in French

"Soldier" in French

"2nd Jumping Guards Regiment" in French

"Corporal" in French

"His Majesty, the Emperor" in French

"The Witch King" in French

"That's great" in French

"Our banner will always be glorious" in French

Operation story: 13-20

After operation

Summary

The Sanguinarch rushes to the battlefield. Using "Teekaz blood" preserved for millennia, he completes the last step of the ritual. Something is about to be born atop The Shard. Amiya and Logos confront him.

「How dull.
Did you think this would anger me? Offend me?
Did you think I would kick your corpse in anger? Curse your insolence?
I'm not going to do any of that, Lettou. René Lettou.
Insignificant man... same as the land itself in my eyes, an annoyance.
Did you think this act could give meaning to your pathetic life?
Still so conceited, Lettou.
I won't give you another thought, not so much as a momentary glance. 」

<Background 1>

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ...Theresis.

Theresis : Vampire.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : If memory serves, I have some sort of role in your hypocritical "Military Commission".
But I haven't seen a war report from you in quite some time?

Theresis : Nor have you attended any Commission meetings in quite some time.
You've always held the requisite command authority.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : "Command authority."
I don't need to command my offspring, they serve me naturally, they serve their court.

Theresis : ......
Then you need to manage them better.
The war's end approaches, and your underlings need to play a more significant role. Their wanton behavior vexes me.
The western front is wasting time.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : This is necessary for the ritual.
Without enough blood and tears, how are we supposed to gather enough material for the witchcraft?
You and Theresa told me about the ancient door you found, covered in scabs.
Is the source of all Sarkaz suffering, the origin of our fate, really behind that door?

Theresis : The preparations for the ritual are complete.
But one of the nodes, the town of Brentwood, is under attack by our enemies.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Are you dispatching me to resolve these trifling nuisances for you, Theresis?
Oh, that reminds me, oh revered "Regent" of the Military Commission—
Since the Commission has noted this is such a crucial town, why did it not prepare any significant defense?
No shrouded casters, meat puppets, or any haphazardly bewitched, flesh-woven brutes?

Theresis : ......

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ...I indulged you and your sister on account of your dazzlingly powerful souls.
Weak Sarkaz call you Regent, and the Confessarii have gathered around you, bringing Theresa back to you.
The Regent and the resurrected "King of Sarkaz", what a fascinating pair of siblings.
But all of this owes to your actions, your power, not your... status.

Theresis : Power.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hmph.
I have blessed this battlefield in order to cast the grandest of curses.
I, in my benevolence as head of one of the oldest of the courts, have awakened the power hidden within the blood of the Sarkaz.
And so, Theresis, have you felt it? Does my boon delight you?
Oh, but how much power can be drawn from your mixed blood?

Theresis : ......
The end is near, it's making you restless.
Conceal your weakness.
Or shall I say, do you need a reminder or two?

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Heh.
I will complete the final part of the ritual for you, proud Regent.
But it is not in service of the narrow ambitions of you and your sister, eyes always fixed on that nomadic city bearing the false name of Kazdel.
It's just another resting place in that painful river.

Theresis : Theresa is ready.
The Shard will soon unleash a power that Victoria could never imagine.
The skeleton is waiting in the hub outside the encampment, you can go from there to Brentwood.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Exciting, isn't it...? Theresis, you always wear such dull, lifeless faces.
I've seen it. A black light rising over the horizon, like a wall of obsidian, that will eventually found a real city.

Theresis : ......

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Heh... You mock my impatience, but isn't silence the best way to conceal your deepest thoughts?
If only I could go back in time to see it for myself.
If you really can retrieve the power that could reshape this great land, that which the Sarkaz first reached out to touch... "Originium".
Then I will, on your behalf, spread the name of Kazdel to every scrap of land I set foot on.

<Background black>

「The Sarkaz, my people, have abandoned their past for too long.
They hate, they curse, they swear revenge upon our enemies.
So disappointing.
My people have forgotten even the origin of their bloodline, forgotten the names of our ancestors.
They mate in numbness and sorrow, giving birth to generations of hideous, mixed-blood offspring.
They throw themselves into the shadows of the nomadic cities, hiding in the streets, begging invaders for food.
I have lost interest in Victorian blood, and the Sarkaz who are satisfied with it... they infuriate me even more.
From the moment Sarkaz first called themselves Sarkaz, from the moment this "world" alienated them—
It's enough to drive one mad with rage. 」

<Background 2>

Ulšulah : My Prince, the drifting of the Feranmut is about to end, and we will soon arrive at the waystation near Brentwood.
The town has been occupied by Victorians, and they are clearing out your creations.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Creations?
Those mindless insects are nothing more than a few drops of residual blood carelessly spilled by children of the Crimson Court while painting runes on crystals.
Let the Victorians celebrate their "victory".

Ulšulah : My mistake. Forgive me, Your Highness.

「I look to the Military Commission's Major, a Sarkaz.
Theresis has arranged so many children to wander outside the court in this system of his. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You are called Ulšulah.

Ulšulah : ...Yes, Your Highness.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Your blood is mixed with too much alcohol. I can forgive hedonism and indulgence.
But your hesitation disappoints.
I can wash those away for you, "Major".

Ulšulah : ...I am grateful for your benevolence, My Prince, but I can... handle myself. I... will endeavor to do better.

「She bows her head, the nerves have gripped her.
But at least these mixed-blood children understand how to resist, which compensates somewhat for their ignorance. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Ulšulah... Ulšulah...
Ulšulah the Time-Stealer. A popular household story.
Hah, "Ulšulah" has taken the reins of this particular skeleton. Amusing.

Ulšulah : Just a coincidence, Your Highness. When I took the name, I never thought I would really be any kind of hero—

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hero?
Ulšulah was a coward.
He couldn't even look directly into the eyes of this Feranmut, daring only to hide in the turbulent currents it stirred up, waking some of the people immersed in illusion.
So I sent him on such a mission, of course, "to save many people."

Ulšulah : ......

「Hollow murmurs echo throughout the space. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : What is it? Have recognized me at last?

「Dead silence.
Its intelligence has long been stripped away. Only an empty shell remains to react. 」

Ulšulah : My Prince, we are nearly there.
We may encounter some illusions—

Sanguinarch of Vampires : No need to remind me.
I've dealt with this one far more than you ever have.

「The ashen Kazdel, sent to its doom in Diαbolic flames.
They sweep through the tents of all the clans.
I can hear the roar of the flames, I can hear the lamentations of the flames.
Why are we still surrendering? Why are we still weak?
Are you satisfied with this?
Are you satisfied?!
Then I, on your behalf—
My ancient kin kneel and weep in the ruins.
The King of Sarkaz is dead.
The King killed the King.
I know he is just a ripple in the illusion.
I know this is our unchangeable history. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ......
(In ancient Sarkaz) You worked hard to build this ashen Kazdel, and the Sarkaz have a home again.
(In ancient Sarkaz) But doesn't its diminutive size infuriate you?
(In ancient Sarkaz) The outblood invaders deprived the Teekaz of their ancestral land. So, you started to compromise, shrinking and distorting that which stands for your home.
(In ancient Sarkaz) To a plain, a circle of fields, until you can only call it your city, your village.
(In ancient Sarkaz) This is the starting point of Sarkaz weakness.
(In ancient Sarkaz) And now, I look back from the endpoint.

<Background 2>

Ulšulah : The illusions are over.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : This skeleton has returned to its lair.

Ulšulah : My Prince... it is my duty to remind you that the forces in control of the Brentwood core Arts Circle are nearby.
They may not be aware that the skeleton leaves a trace. Our return may have been exposed.
Your power is undeniable, but among our enemies, there may be...

Sanguinarch of Vampires : No matter.
Have our enemies destroyed the ritual nodes?
The battlefield Arts Circles cast by this skeleton were merely the tendrils, extremities of the Crimson Court's grasp.
In any case, since we've come to the end...
Allow me to personally stand as the center of this most ancient ritual—

「The sun is rising, and the first rays of blood red have already spilled through the damaged cave of the waystation.
A new day.
But this day will be different from all the sorrowful days that have come before. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : "Farchaser", eh? The crowned hunter, our first King of Sarkaz.
If your soul still lingers among the myriad after thousands of years—

「Enough dark clouds have accumulated atop the spire known as The Shard.
The foolish Victorians see this storm as nothing more than a spear to be thrown.
How shallow, their inherently corrupt nature, always inclined toward conflict.
I close my eyes, feeling the Arts Circles composed of blood-red crystals, feeling all the blood that has flowed through this land since the war—No, since we degraded ourselves into Sarkaz.
They tremble at my mercy, they boil at my call. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : If you watch us yet, the descendants of your lost homeland...
If those distant legends that have been distorted and painted over are not lies—
Then...
Let the suffering in that cradle descend again.
Let us... reclaim the lost fate of the Teekaz.

<Background black>

「A drop of blood drips from my eye.
It flows down my face.
......
......
Such a distant voice answers me.
It's as if I could reach out and touch it.
That door, long buried in dust and smoke, is slowly loosening.
The storm over Londinium is playing a new movement.
Hm, it seems, something is missing...
A loud noise. 」

<Background 2>

Ulšulah : ...As we thought, the Victorians are attacking here.
We will do what we can to buy you time to complete the ritual, My Prince.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : The Victorians? Heh.
Theresis, you really have surprised me.
No, no, girl called Ulšulah, we are not facing any such "Victorians".
Our guests deserve to witness this moment.
Another pureblood, still a young knell.
And the usurper "King of Sarkaz".

Ulšulah : No matter who they are, the Military Commission's plan must be executed.
I'll strengthen my connection with the Feranmut as much as possible, in order to prevent them from reaching this place.
My Prince, please—

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You have no standing from which to advise me.
Ah, I do so want to see—What cliches will they spout at me this time? What moments of despair can they show me?
Now then, "Major", you stay here.
This dispensable work of yours is over.

<Background 3>

「How many years have these hollow skeletons gone unfilled? Four centuries? Five?
At the time, I was not yet master of the Crimson Court.
At the time, I could still hear the arrogant whispers of the putrid War King, I could hear the sounds of the Arch-liar of Djall, torturing the night away.
At the time, even if the Vampires were hostile to them, these mighty souls surging with hatred and faith made my heart swell.
At the time, the Sarkaz were already a scattered people with no home to call their own. But at the time, I could see the remnants of their proud souls. 」

??? : "Ruin".

「A sea of blood devours the curse. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Are you still toying with these pathetic words, these false curses, Banshee?
Why don't you face the power that truly belongs to you, the power gathered in your blood?
Isn't the elegy you can sing now so much more melodious?
Alas, you are silent, never to open your mouth.

[Logos stands before the Sanguinarch. ]

Logos : Vampire.
What is it you are trying to reach?
This is no ritual recorded in Sarkaz literature.

[Amiya joins in. ]

Amiya : What is it... calling?
It's... I think I see a... "seed".
You... you're trying to awaken it with millennia-old witchcraft, to nourish it with the Arts Circles on the battlefields, and control it with the storm over The Shard.
You must be stopped!
You'll destroy Londinium! It'll be nothing but a heap of rubble full of Originium!
No, not only that... at this scale, with this much power... I can even see...
The revenge of the Sarkaz will drag all of Terra into the abyss.

[Amiya channels her Arts at the Sanguinarch. ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ..."Revenge".
Cautus, you still claim to be the King of Sarkaz, but your views are so biased.
Two hundred years ago, a coalition of Terran nations destroyed Kazdel once.
And now, do you think we would bring pain and destruction to Victoria as simple vengeance for their conquest two centuries ago?
Sigh... I am disappointed once again.
The Black Crown lingers over your head, and indeed, this is yet another ridiculous thing wrought by the "King of Sarkaz".
Killing an enemy and butchering a country, burying a city and annihilating a culture, these things are not different, for the Sarkaz, these are far from enough to be called resistance.
We've come to Londinium, this outblood capital, not for any kind of "retaliation".
"Seed"? Not a bad description.
Watch and see what sights this seed will bring.

Logos : You're a narrow-minded one, Vampire.
No flowery words can change the nature of what it is you're doing.
You call me silent?
Rest assured, Vampire, you will hear me speak.
"Fetters, fall heavy on your body."

[Logos' Arts restrains the Sanguinarch... ]

Logos : Amiya!

[...as Amiya strikes him. ]

「The Black Crown appears over the outblood's head.
A black spear pierces my scapula. 」

Amiya : What? So easy—
—No! It's not!

「Ah... fresh blood gushes out. The King of Sarkaz has opened a wound for me.
This is the blood so preciously bestowed to me and my ancestors for millennia.
I carefully select the blood of my choice.
The masters of the Crimson Court have a responsibility to, day after day, wipe away even the most minute hint of impurity.
But the reason we are so pure is not that this bloodline has never been lost, never been defiled.
But because—
I've finally found it.
A drop of blood.
It has been passed down through the millennia—
Teekaz blood.
The land falls silent, the rivers stagnate, the air moans.
The entire world turns solemn.
As I reach out my hand, it floats slowly in front of me. It does not drip.
It only goes up, up... 」

Amiya : His blood!
He's going to complete the ritual!

Logos : —

「Teekaz blood is now gone from our world. 」

[A rumble is felt. ]

Logos : ...! The incantation left in Londinium was just destroyed in that instant.
What's happened in Londinium?
Amiya, end this battle quickly, I feel some kind of—

[Blood pours down from the sky. ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Don't be so hasty, honored guests.

「Blood crawls over the bones—
Bloodstains emerge from the decay. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : It's just such a great opportunity.
In the sight of the first curse—perhaps today, we...
Can bid farewell to the last "King of Sarkaz".

Operation story: 13-21

Before operation

Summary

Hoederer, Ines, and W take control of Ulšulah, who could manipulate the Feranmut skeleton. The Sanguinarch of Vampires uses his blood to take command of the Feranmut skeleton, commanding it to a space beyond civilization.

<Background 1>

「For a few moments, perhaps more than a few moments, no Sarkaz dare to speak.
It takes away all things, and shapes all things. 」

Hoederer : What... is that...?
The blessing the Sanguinarch left the Sarkaz hasn't faded, but just now—
Could the Doctor have been talking about...?

「Blood rises from the spine of the Feranmut, apparently only a drop, but it draws all eyes.
It leaves the intertwined bones, dancing in the dim cave, rising in the freshly sprinkled sunlight.
A drop of blood, just one drop of blood.
Pure blood—
Glorious blood.
It has been wounded, it has been betrayed, it has been forgotten, to the point of being spurned.
For millennia, the land called it a disaster, treated it as an enemy, trampled it until it abandoned its glory and defiled its body.
Teekaz became Sarkaz, their homeland lost.
Today, the blood of "those with a homeland" returns from history.
All men across the lands should pay tribute to it. 」

<Background black>

「The bead of blood dissolves, and silence reigns.
No explosions, no vibrations, no grand visions or chaotic whispers.
Even if blocked by the hills, all eyes turn toward Londinium.
At this point, all the storms called by The Shard feel like nothing but harmless drizzle.
Now, what gathers atop the tower can no longer be called just a dark cloud.
The storm has become a cradle. 」

<Background 1>

[The skeletal Feranmut's guardians show up... ]

Spine Guardian : —

[...but Ines cuts them down. ]

Ines : ...Hoederer, W, look alive!
Do it!
W, where are the bombs you buried? Hit your detonator, now!

W : Don't have to tell me twice!

[W detonates the explosives, blowing up more of the guardians. ]

Ines : No guesses, Hoederer! We only take on opponents we know we can handle!

Hoederer : ...I know.
W's bombs tore through the defensive line. We've got a breakthrough. Tangled with them way too long.
Amiya and Logos went on ahead of us. They'll deal with the worst of our troubles.
As for the others... follow the path they cleared and climb the Feranmut's bones with those gangways!

[More guardians show up. ]

Spine Guardian : Dammit, these guys—
Don't let them get any further! Commander Ulšulah is pulling up the gangways!

「The trembling nerve bundles begin to close, and the bone gangways start to drift.
The Feranmut has decided not to let anyone walk on its spine. 」

Spine Guardian : The traitors die here!
We'll take their corpses to the tent of the Nachzehrer King, to nourish our next victory!

[A beep is heard. ]

Spine Guardian : Huh?

W : Buried mines under the bones. Feels pretty good.
Hoederer, Ines, get ready—Shockwave incoming!

[The mines detonate, blowing up the guardians. ]

「The rising airflow of the grand explosion sends the three mercenaries into the air.
Hoederer adjusts his posture with some effort, looking down to see the cave being engulfed in flames.
The Feranmut seems to sense something. It swings its body, its white tailbone slashing at the three like a whip. 」

Hoederer : W, three grenades, downward diagonal.

Ines : Ugh.

W : Good idea.

[W throws grenades as Hoederer told her to, clearing the path. ]

Ines : This is the last time I play along with your explosive shenanigans.

「The red-haired Sarkaz kicks up dust, and the black-haired Caprinae weaves darkness.
The scraps form beams and the shadows form steps.
An invisible staircase, stinking of gunpowder, spirals upward and pierces the chest cavity of the hovering skeleton.
The mercenaries rush into its hollow interior. 」

<Background 2>

Ines : This way to the core of the skeleton.
Our target is Ulšulah. Find her, and we get control of this thing we're walking on.

W : Are you two sure we can "get" this skeleton? Sounds a little reckless, almost like robbing a caravan.

Hoederer : We have to. Otherwise, Amiya and Logos are fighting for nothing.

W : So we open the car door, toss the driver out, grab the keys—"Bam, my car now"?

Hoederer : Did you see the illusions this thing made, moving between its bones, you still haven't figured anything out?
This isn't some obscure story.

W : Should I have figured something out?

Hoederer : I forgot, you don't care to learn history.
A few hundred years ago, the Sarkaz killed a Feranmut that almost destroyed Kazdel.
After it fell, there were various claims as to where it ended up, and one of those was—
That its consciousness didn't die with it, that it was split up, sealed into a bunch of different items.
Now it seems that claim was probably at least partly true. As for the unconscious shell... it was carefully collected before this war.
They spent a lot of effort to modify it, and sure enough, it's playing a big role in the war for the Military Commission.

Ines : "Different items", huh? Ulšulah never carried a pocket watch before. Not like she was ever on time in the Scar Market.
But if her watch is holding the Feranmut's consciousness... it's probably already very fragmented.
The skeleton we're standing on isn't exactly dead, but it doesn't have much more than basic nerve reflexes. Ulšulah can only guide those basic reactions.
We just need to pay more attention to them—

「A rain of bolts falls through the gaps in the bones, followed by the eerie glow of Sarkaz witchcraft. 」

Ines : Take cover!

[A squad of guardians show up, with Ulšulah among them. ]

Ulšulah : Sure, just avoid the nerve bundles that can strike at you, and watch out for sudden bone spear thrusts, nothing to worry about.
After all, this fella's been stripped down to nothing but bleached bones.

Ines : But there's still you, Ulšulah.
You're more dangerous than this half-dead Feranmut.
Done with your important work?

Ulšulah : I might be, if you weren't here to bother me.

W : Is this bitch the commander here? She's pretty rough on her own skeleton.
Those bolts are all stuck in the bones now.
Want me to help pull 'em out? I've got a pretty handy method.

[W detonates an explosive... ]

Spine Guardian : *cough* *cough*—It's that psycho!

[...that stirs up the skeletal Feranmut to launch bone strikes at the guardians. ]

Ulšulah : Trying to kill my men right in front of me?
Hoederer, you think too little of me.

「Dangerous and chaotic power gathers in Ulšulah's fingertips as she prepares to cast her Arts.
But a moment before she can cast, a black shadow crawls up her ankle. 」

Ulšulah : Ugh.

「Ulšulah has to take a step to the right in order to shake off the persistent entanglement of the shadow.
Her Arts go out of control, and a red glow shoots out from the damaged seams of the spine.
The sound of a muffled explosion booms from the distant cave wall. 」

Ines : You've gotten rusty, Ulšulah.
I guess you've been doing well for yourself in the Scar Market.

Ulšulah : You're a bunch of survivors, I'll give you that.
Back in Kazdel, I made quiet bets with the old timers on how many of you would actually collect on those jobs you were taking.
As long as I bet on Hoederer, Ines, and later the psycho W, I always made money.

W : Sounds to me like you owe us a big cut.

Ulšulah : That's the famous sharp tongue on this W. Haven't you learned anything from Ines?
This time, though, you took a wrong turn.
Two kings of the Royal Court are here, going all out, not to mention the "King of Sarkaz".
......
This place is never gonna be a safe haven where you can escape the war, not the kind of place you can survive.

Hoederer : What about you?
You heard about Theresis's trump card in Londinium?
Assuming... the consequences out there are way beyond anything anyone's ever seen before, you still think it's a fair price to pay for the Sarkaz to rebuild Kazdel?

Ulšulah : ......
...That's enough chit-chat.
Soldiers, end them here, while there's still time.

[The guardians noticed something. ]

Spine Guardian : Major, look.
On the bones there...

「Blood crawls along the bones, creeping toward them.
Blood is filling the place, overflowing the damaged gaps, connecting the long, cold body. 」

Ulšulah : It's the Sanguinarch.
Looks like he's ready.

「It... begins to grow warmer.
Power accumulates in the bones again, the spine sways left and right, audibly creaking.
The Feranmut resumes its roving. 」

Hoederer : So much blood...
Ulšulah, where did all this blood come from?

W : As if you need to ask. It's courtesy of that homicidal Sanguinarch. He slaughtered the place clean.

Ines : No, their wrists...

「Ulšulah and her men all have bleeding wounds on their wrists.
Drip, drip... it starts as beads of blood, then turns into ribbons, then rivers.
How much blood is in a human body?
The blood flowing out of the guards joins with the bloodstains spreading over the bleached bones. 」

Spine Guardian : "I offer Your Highness my blood, Prince of the Crimson Court."
"May you hunt unimpeded."

Ulšulah : "Let our blood form for you a swift chariot."

Ines : Ulšulah, stop! Have you lost your marbles?!

Hoederer : The Feranmut... it's about to move again!
The currents of history might be about to sweep this place away!

W : That bitch wants to go down with us—

Ulšulah : I am not controlling it.

Ines : —

Ulšulah : Blood has replaced muscle, tendons, and marrow.
Isn't that enough to control it?

「The guards' exposed skin is now visibly pallid. Ulšulah's complexion is also looking worse.
Finally, the flow stops.
A Sarkaz soldier will give everything for his liege, not only his blood.
Their skin shrivels, and finally, they collapse. 」

Ulšulah : It's been an honor and a privilege, men, you stood with me to the end. We will meet again among the myriad souls.
I told you, this skeleton isn't a place to escape, it isn't a place to survive anymore.

[The skeletal Feranmut continues to rumble. ]

Hoederer : Hurry! We need to take cover in the cabin!
The illusions are already manifesting, we don't know where they might go!

[A wave of energy rushes in. ]

Hoederer : —It's creating waves! Look out!

<Background 3>

Ines : Ugh, where does the Vampire want to take us?

W : Hoederer?

Hoederer : I'm here, with her.

[Hoederer grabs Ulšulah with him. ]

Hoederer : She's lost too much blood. Whether or not she lives is all up to her now.

Ulšulah : You might as well leave me outside, Hoederer. I'd rather die with my men.
You've killed so many "old friends", there's no way you suddenly grew a heart today.

Hoederer : We can use you.

Ulšulah : I told you, the skeleton's out of my control now.

Hoederer : You also said you're loyal to the Commission.
If you think the Military Commission is the hope for Kazdel to become a nation... then why is that guy calling himself a regent?
Why does he need Theresa? Why does he think winning this war will secure a future for Kazdel?
What is Theresis thinking?

Ulšulah : ......

Hoederer : Whatever, we'll talk after we take down this Feranmut.

Ulšulah : What... are you going to do?

Hoederer : Our goal hasn't changed.
We're going home.

Ulšulah : Heh... home.
That was supposed to be the skeleton's last mission.

Hoederer : What...?

Ulšulah : It has a name. We codenamed it Lifebone.
Nobody uses it much, but when General Manfred named it... he was talking just like you.

Hoederer : Just like me? Manfred...

Ulšulah : We're enemies, so I'm done with questions. I'm just gonna wait to die.
Well, heh, I guess making it to today is a kind of an answer.
You really think General Manfred is blind? That he doesn't know what you're up to?

Ines : ......

Ulšulah : I mean, you can only talk about going home if you manage to survive your run-in with the Sanguinarch.

Hoederer : You're right.
So—

Hoederer : I'm gonna borrow your watch.

「Perhaps due to her blood loss, Ulšulah is basically powerless to resist. Hoederer takes the lovely pocket watch without any trouble. Its cold metal case is engraved with intricate witchcraft runes.
The watch is ticking backwards.
A murmur that no one else hears fills his mind for a moment. 」

Hoederer : It really is... louder than I imagined.

「Hoederer grits his teeth and leaves behind the loud whispers.
He searches within it for the true, dormant consciousness of the Feranmut. 」

Hoederer : Feranmut who wanders this land, you are not dead, you've decided to continue your existence in a different way.
You're still here, aren't you?

<Background 4>

「At the center of the disaster, the silent Feranmut slowly swims. Where it wanders, there is only ruined emptiness.
The past lifts it, and the future is separated by it.
A figure stands in front of it. 」

Young Vampire? : Stop, Feranmut.
You are about to step into Kazdel, our city. The people here refuse your visit.
Choose another path.
Or else, the Sarkaz will slaughter you.
This is your only warning.

Feranmut : ......

Young Vampire? : Very well.
My brother directed us to forbid its advance, to obey the will of the King of Sarkaz.
Sanguine Court, to me.

「Powerful witchcraft condenses in the Vampire's hands, and a giant crimson spear falls from the sky.
One massive wound after another pierces it.
The silent Feranmut finally speaks, as if waking from a dream. 」

"Kazdel..."

「"Oh... I may have slept for too long..."
"Kazdel... When... did it become a city?"
"Your... 'King of Sarkaz'... is he not your sole chosen leader...?"
"Why is he not... standing before me?" 」

<Background black>

「An image that all have forgotten is shattered by the moving Feranmut.
It has not roamed in centuries.
It gently moves its fins, now only bleached bones, pushing through layer after layer of space.
The one who once killed it now bestows warmth upon it again.
The skeleton searches for a suitable place to stop.
Until finally— 」

「The massive skeleton hovers over an endless sea.
The cave, the battle, and even the slowly rising sun are nowhere to be seen.
Instead, there is only...
A calm sky, a calm sea, and calm... stars.
All the cruelty that occurs on the continent seems to have never existed here.
This is beyond the horizon, beyond civilization.
This is what remains of the skeleton for the Prince of Blood to find at last—
An untouchable realm. 」

<Background 5>

「The crimson river connects with a dark blue nerve and intertwines tightly.
The slender murderer closes his eyes and feels the pounding rhythm of his victim.
With blood for reins, he harnesses the creature that can only wander through history. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : After those illusory visions and memories of the past, you've indeed brought me a more... valuable scene.
Why don't the two of you, in the face of such a scene, fizzle those frankly laughable Arts in your hands?
Have a look around, take some time to admire it all—
This... is the tomb I have chosen for you.

Amiya : It was daytime just a moment ago, but here...
A dark night, and an endless sea.

Logos : The stars are changing.
I've never heard of any place like this, not in any records, not in any legends.
So, this must be...

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Distant enough, yes.
I do wonder how far we are from Kazdel now.
This land they all call Terra, is it too vast, or is it too small?

Logos : Amiya, be careful.
His blood... it's sublimating.
He awakened his blood with that witchcraft.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Don't talk like an outblood, Banshee.
You know, I treat purebloods as equals.
Perhaps, when compared to the Crimson Court, which has spent eons seeking purity, you have been more deeply influenced by Originium.
But, well, among the Sarkaz, you are indeed quite... formidable.
Come, let's not be stingy with my blessing, you cannot reject my gift. Now that I've awakened your power, you are finally worthy of facing me.
Let me hear the screech of your knell, if it can still darken the moonlight.

「Crimson ripples spread, and at this moment, the sky is no longer the sky, nor is the sea the sea.
They are only refractions of blood, reflections of blood.
The Sanguinarch smiles faintly, a blood soul pumping like a heart in his palm, reflecting the face of the young Banshee in a structure as deep as life itself. 」

Logos : —

「And then, the blood soul shatters. 」

Logos : "I write, therefore, I command."
"The night conceals me from death."

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Another incantation...
Another of your shallow incantations.
You have talent, no doubt about that. The flapping of your lips and the doodles of your bone pen are enough to humiliate the so-called Originium "Arts" of common people.
And yet, why do you resist your heritage so?
Show me your true self, King of the Court, Banshee!
Duq'arael, Sanguinarch of Vampires, Prince of all Blood, demands you show your true self!

Amiya : Enough, Vampire!
Hold on, Logos—

「Black Arts erupt from the girl's hand, parting the sea of blood.
But the blood does not yield, it roars.
The King of Sarkaz's Arts dissolve and shatter, and the red surges even more intensely. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Oh, King of Sarkaz. I nearly forgot you were here.
Cautus, King.
Look at you, you didn't receive even a scrap of my boon.
Cautus blood, tedious and ordinary. No matter how hard I try to scrape something together, I can't find a shred of talent or power.
I can't even say that your blood is mixed or impure, as those adjectives still imply an expectation of return to purity.
But you...
Heh.
There are chaotic bloodlines I approve of, but they are without a doubt all "formidable" or "magnificent".
But what do you have? A laughable motivation? A shallow conviction?

Amiya : I don't have to answer you.
I just have to defeat you.

[Amiya strikes the Sanguinarch, whose name is revealed to be Duq'arael, with her Arts, who blocked it with his own blood Arts. ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Is this our King of Sarkaz? Just stealing a bit of attainment from another, chaotic, and disorderly.
Nothing even on the level of the Banshee's little tricks born of his rebellious mind.
—Even less than that pair of siblings.

Logos : Amiya.
Don't let him provoke you. As it stands, his power is still growing.
We need to end this fast.

Amiya : I know.
We need to get back under clear skies.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : In the past...
I once slew a so-called "King of Sarkaz", and it wasn't particularly difficult.
And I suspect your end will be the same, this time.
You question me with black blades.
I answer you with the gift of death.

After operation

Summary

Amiya and Logos confront the Sanguinarch of Vampires, who, enraged at the increasing weakness of those chosen by the Crown, decides to abandon it beyond the edge of civilization. After a challenging battle, the Sanguinarch falls from the Feranmut skeleton.

<Background 5>

「Blood rain falls incessantly, as if it will never stop.
Logos and Amiya's shoulders have been soaked red by the rain.
The white-haired Vampire, however, seems to stroll casually under the rain, completely spotless. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Look at the sorry state of yourselves.
Lost in confusion, losing sight of what matters.
Even if no one answers your cries, you can't waste the stage you've been given, don't waste your chance at a grand farewell.

Logos : "I state it, therefore, it is prescribed."
"The wind and rain cease, deprived of the right to flow."

「The moment the words are spoken, the blood rain freezes in midair.
Like curtains, like stars, it refracts the sorrow of the sea, the brilliance of the moons.
The Sanguinarch squints, seemingly unsurprised by the incantation of the Lord of the Banshees. Rather, it is as if he is appreciating a piece of art drawn between heaven and earth. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You've halted the surging? Impressive. Blood pauses at your command.
But—I am its master.

「The suspended beads of blood suddenly burst in the air, splattering anything they can reach. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : The knell will decay, the order will wear, no?
If you so disdain your noble blood, I might as well extract it and return it to your mother, Banshee.
She will play for you a mournful whistle.

Logos : Amiya!

「The Vampire only gives Amiya a momentary opportunity, but it is more than enough.
Amiya's palm presses against the Vampire's body, sticky blood burning her palm. 」

Amiya : Is this your blood?
Heated by Arts, heated by your talent.
But the hot blood I've seen—
—has all been for the sake of resistance, for the sake of life.
And those people, their blood is much hotter than yours.

「Black lines burst from Amiya's palm, piercing through the Vampire's body. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Hngh.

Logos : Amiya, fall back!
You didn't get his vitals!

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Oh how cold, King of Sarkaz.
A monarch of such little grace you are.

Amiya : Sanguinarch of Vampires, Prince of the Crimson Court, your offspring fill every battlefield the Sarkaz touch.
You proclaim to them that slaughter and conquest are the ancient traditions of the Vampires.
You've shaped your court into what it is today. You've made the people see all Vampires as nothing more than twisted creatures of desire like yourself.
But the Vampires I know are not like you.
They haven't gone mad like you.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : They've only managed to conceal their desires, conditioned to deeply by this age in which they have no home.
Some choose to bow down to the invaders, and I pity them.

Amiya : No, that's not it.
How do you interpret the blood that your court stands for?

Sanguinarch of Vampires : The sufferings of the Sarkaz need no elucidation. All Sarkaz, even those who submit to you, inevitably know the taste of blood.
Overturned in dark alleys, intercepted in dark forests, sometimes a throat is cut, sometimes cold daggers are thrust between ribs.
It awakens the siblings, who now know the cost of submission, and they come to rebel until they too are covered in the blood of their enemies.
How pitiful.
Kill or be killed, this is the cycle of blood that the Sarkaz carry.

Amiya : Is that how you define the meaning of blood? A cycle?
......
The first time any of us felt blood on our skin, wasn't it... when we were born from our mothers?
Blood is the foundation of human life, heritage passed down on umbilical cords, inevitable stumbles when exploring the outside world, and wounds that will surely heal.
But you see it only as a synonym for torment and death.
Your obsession makes you bloodthirsty.
You, with all your arrogance and pride, lead them to believe that this is the path the Sarkaz should take, the things they should do.
I reject you, Sanguinarch.
I reject your actions, your words, and your court.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Ahahahahah! What is this I'm hearing?
You, an outblood, reject me?
A mere crown has inflated you to what... King of Sarkaz?

「The blood sea churns, its waves cover the moons.
Crimson removes all other colors. 」

Amiya : I don't care what I am, or what I'm called.
I only know what I need to do.

「The Prince stops moving for a moment.
A voice echoes in his mind. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Is this how you manipulate the King's power, Cautus?
Will you share some profound words? Try to shake me with shallow emotion?
You're welcome to try.

「Shake? No.
This is a rejection.
The rolling of the waves slows, together with the moonlight. 」

Amiya : I reject you.
I reject you, the way you reduce the King, the Sarkaz, and Kazdel to concepts of power and tradition.
I reject you, how you entrust the future to the past, entrust life to slaughter.
Theresa, the King, the Chancellor, the leader of Babel, she showed everyone a path.
Maybe that path is too idealistic, maybe her promises won't bear the thousands of years of hatred of the Sarkaz.
But that's not now, not your choice.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ......

Amiya : You'd laugh at my weakness? Say it's not my place to talk about the Sarkaz with you?
Or you'd mock Logos for not making use of the blood you 'awakened' just now?

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Oh, King of Sarkaz... You eavesdrop on my thoughts? Is that your ability?
Then of course you know what I'm going to say.

Amiya : I do.
But we've never said that the Sarkaz should give up their resistance. We've never said that suffering is justified.
On the contrary—
Those rebels who awaken from their suffering and hardship, from the abyss of hatred—
They will be much, much stronger than you.
The lost homeland of the Sarkaz is not in the history you keep looking back to, an eon ago.
It can't be a slogan, or fantasy, or symbol.
It's right here, where the Sarkaz came from.
In the city called Kazdel, where so many real people live, people that you've only condemned to a void of ideas.
You've imagined the present from the past, and the real future can never be born.
It's time to stop, Vampire.

[Amiya breaks one of her rings, and... ]

「Amiya's ring shatters, sending splinters flying.
Cold anger burns within Amiya as she scrutinizes the enemy before her.
She thought her anger would rise, burning like a fire that could scorch the ocean.
But no, that's not what's happening.
Amiya feels more than just anger, also an intense... sadness.
The Sarkaz, a people who have lost their homeland.
Yes, they believe that it is only through violence and war that they can reclaim all they've lost.
It's easy to blame them, with cliche words of morality, justice, and kindness.
Words that have been spoken over and over again, even as the war continues, and hatred spreads.
Because that is how this world treats them.
This world has imposed on them violence and war.
So then, what's wrong with an eye for an eye? Where is the crime in blood for blood?
Every King of Sarkaz operates on those principles, so the war never stops.
This must be broken, but how... how can this system be broken? 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Even Theresa failed. What do you think you are?

「Yes, even she failed. 」

Amiya : That's why Theresa needs me. The Doctor and Dr. Kal'tsit need me.
And that's why I'm here.
I, as the revenant called me, as you called me, as so many Sarkaz believe me to be—
The outblood—the weak—King of Sarkaz.
Stand down.

[Amiya unleashes her King of Sarkaz powers that does manage to affect Duq'arael... ]

<Background 5>

「The obsidian decree transforms into the judgment of the King, stabbing into the scorched blood.
The thick red finally dissipates—
The Vampire takes a few steps back, raising his hand to wipe away the blood that flows from his nose and mouth.
His body is damaged, and his white clothes are at last stained with blood. 」

Amiya : You can't fight anymore, Sanguinarch.
It's time for this battle to end.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : King of Sarkaz, won't you grant me that vision of emptiness?
Don't you want to peer into my thoughts, see my sorrows and pain?

Amiya : ......

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You can reprimand me, reject me. Countless Sarkaz believe this is the power of the King.
You say I've corrupted my court, but what about you?
Oh King, the Sarkaz take your direction, your path. My people follow you, expecting you to well exploit their flesh and blood, their lives, and their souls.
Their blind faith is ridiculous.
I sneer at the King's comfort, but... I have seen it.
My elder brother was a King of Sarkaz.
Hah, what a lofty title, what a transcendent role—
He was looked to as the leader of the Sarkaz, our guiding light.
He was a natural savior, the one who would pull us out of our misery.
But what was the reality?
What kind of people has the Black Crown chosen?
In the beginning, the King of Sarkaz was indeed magnificent, the Diαblos walked the path of punishment, the Goliaths roared the fearless calamity—
But they found themselves betrayed by the cowardly, sold out by the selfish.
This is our curse.

Amiya : "The King killed the King."
Succession to this crown often comes with death.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : The vile always prevail.
As such, the Crown was besmirched by shortsighted fools.
The weak began to appear among the Kings.
They were narrow-minded, focused on toying with the power the held in their hands—They became no better than the hypocritical lords among the Elders and Ancients.
The power they stole from others clouded their vision. The focus of my people's faith turned from fearless warriors to vermin hiding in their palaces.
They even forgot the shame borne by the name "Sarkaz"!
But the Crown continued to make its laughable choices, right up to my brother.
I thought surely he would be the hero we had waited for!
He, on the other hand, had the audacity to say to me that the Sarkaz could no longer afford to continue to war, that it would take generations to rebuild Kazdel...
Even the skeleton beneath our feet knows that the Kazdel we should rebuild was never meant to be a city. And that the "King of Sarkaz" should be the one to stand before them all.
How can a man like that deserve to hold a single drop of Teekaz blood within his body?!
Do you see it, King of Sarkaz?

Amiya : I see... a bloody civil war.
The carpets of the palace are soaked red.
I see a... Vampire, lying in the arms of another Vampire.

Logos : The legend of "The Toppled Blood Prince".
He died in a civil war. You're his kin, did you fight in the war?

Amiya : No.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : No! Of course not! "Did I fight?"
I shattered the Crown myself!
I remember it like it was yesterday. My hand pierced his chest. The limpid Teekaz blood danced on my fingertip, finally entering my veins.
He turned his head to look at me, grabbing my clothes... The "King of Sarkaz" showed his illusory vision to his murderer before he died, the vision that should have been bestowed as an honor.
In the vision, I saw... I witnessed, peace.
As you said, Cautus, blood is not synonymous with death. I stood in the valley, watching a quiet village, a doctor laughing as he spoke, stitching up wounds for the injured.
An injured man tells the doctor that his quarry was particularly ferocious, but he eventually won out. In the courtyard hangs the freshly harvested beastmeat.
...And the doctor is me.
But this makes me uncontrollably angry.
How tragic, how meaningless, how shameful! My brother actually believed that this false "peace" could deceive me? He was horrifically wrong!
He thought I was blinded by hatred? No, I know what peace is. And that's exactly why I feel so restless!
We long to see the great and powerful, true Teekaz!
I absorbed my brother's blood into my body, and I watched as the Black Crown vanished before my eyes—

Logos : But you did not ascend to the throne of the "King of Sarkaz".

Sanguinarch of Vampires : And I do not regret that. If it could choose a formidable leader, I would be genuinely delighted.
But this Crown disappoints me time and time again. Each time I am more disappointed.
My brother's successor was a wandering vagrant. The next was a lumberjack. If it weren't for the records kept by the Confessarii, these people would not be remembered at all.
Later, a King who ruled Kazdel was killed by the monster called Kal'tsit in the sight of the coalition army.
Then came Theresa and Theresis.
They were impressive, but also frustrating. Theresa, immersed in her fantasies, wasted her strength, much like my... weak elder brother.
And her successor... turned out to be a Cautus, an outblood.
Things being what they are, the Crown's choices being so absurd, even as its existence brings such humiliating hope to my people—
I would rather bury it beyond the reach of civilization. I will let it be truly lost, forgotten to history.

Logos : You're still struggling.
Amiya, don't give him a chance.

[Duq'arael channels his Arts. ]

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You are weakening too. However tarnished the Crown may be, its weight is not something an infantile Cautus could bear.
It seems the Confessarii so eager to manipulate the Crown are going to blather some nonsense at me.
Take another look around, Cautus. If you die, there will be no more "successors".
Or maybe you'd place your crown on the moons?

「The flowing blood surges toward the Sanguinarch's body.
The white-haired Sarkaz stands proudly once again. 」

Amiya : What...? How can he still fight?!
The King's Arts should have pierced his body, leaving it unable to regenerate!

Logos : ......
He is using blood to fill the holes in his flesh, using it to mend his wounds.
He's a marionette now.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You've become more proficient in the use of the King's power, Cautus.
But all your admonitions, warnings, judgments, and proclamations are nothing but jokes.
Ignorant little rabbit, the crown over your head represents no responsibility or authority.
King of Sarkaz, hah. I mock not only your foolishness, but that of the King.
And that of the Crown itself.

「The once vibrant red that filled the entire space no longer exists.
Only a bit of crimson oozes from the Sanguinarch's pupils. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : When the Sarkaz lose the King on which they're so dependent, then perhaps they will wake up from this shameful dream of a coming salvation.
I accede to your statement, that those awakening from a dream will be much more powerful.
And that is why you cannot defeat me.
How can the fallen consciousness of the Sarkaz resist me, who once carried the blood of the Teekaz?
The polluted cannot defile the pure, the impure cannot touch the limpid.
Your origin lies in the Teekaz, a long line you can only climb!
We are the rebels!

Logos : "I decree, therefore, I correct."
"Blood and fire extinguished, face to doom."

Amiya : Look out, Logos!

「A touch of crimson appears from nothing.
The space once occupied by the Banshee is replaced by blood. 」

Logos : *cough*!
His blood, it's... affecting me.
Several times stronger than those Arts Circles—

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Yes, thanks to you, I have also shed my blood here.
And therefore—
This place is now part of Kazdel.
Who would have thought that as much as anyone assumed they knew the full length and breadth of this great land...
The boundaries of our home are still expanding, even in this time and place.
Sarkaz, my self-proclaimed Sarkaz kin!
March with your blood, carry on with that which will never betray you, the boon of your blood!
I will take you back to the origin of all of this.
And that is—

「A shadow pierces his chest.
Threads of blood holding him together are severed in an instant. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : You—

Ines : Sorry, Sarkaz boons don't do much for me.

W : Bunny!
You *Sarkaz profanity* aren't Sarkaz! Hop to it! Weaken his binds!

Amiya : That's what I'm doing! His Arts are even... crazier than I imagined!
I can barely hear his thoughts anymore, there's... there's only red... all red...
I've almost... got it!

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Another outblood... an unexpected development.
The scent of your blood... you're Caprinae?
Such a dull disguise... let's have your blood suffocate you.

Ines : ...Urk!

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Do you think such crude Arts would let you kill a King of the Sarkaz Royal Court?

Hoederer : Of course not.

「A heavy sword points directly at the Sanguinarch's head. 」

Hoederer : You can't call something as cliche as slaughter an "awakening", Sanguinarch.
You're still wandering in hatred and destruction, you've never left the "abyss".
You're the ones who are still sleeping.

Sanguinarch of Vampires : —Vile traitors—
—
King of Sarkaz!

Amiya : Now!
Before he recovers, knock him off the skeleton!

[Amiya, Ines, Hoederer, and W attacks Duq'arael together to push him off the Lifebone. ]

「An elegy begins to play.
The wailing of the Banshee weaves into a mournful melody, and the waves beneath his feet sing a solemn song.
A steady male voice harmonizes with the sound of the bells, with moonlight as his prose.
The bone whistle sounds itself before it is played.
Its distant howl, traversing time itself, strikes the Crimson Court. 」

Logos : The moment I took my throne, the knells were already tied to my fate.
None of us can escape.
But what the elegy mourns will not be your corpse.
It will be all of our connections.

「The Sanguinarch continues to struggle, blood gushing from his fingertips, like claws carving deep scratches into the bleached skull of the Feranmut.
His body disintegrates into the dirge, only to reform in blood.
He is the icon of blood, and as long as there is blood, he will continue to fight. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : I—will not—Banshee—

Logos : Amiya, join me.
Explore the strings of the elegy. Seek out the origin of the Banshee.
Look at me. Look to the wails you once covered your ears to avoid.
We must end him here.

Amiya : I'll try!

「The Banshee's song echoes again, and the ancient knells seem to materialize, deterring the creeping blood.
The Vampire still rises.
After a moment, a rather tender feminine voice joins the harmonic dirge.
A proclamation of death? A sentence of rejection?
No, not only. The melody carries a kind of timidity, and lingering... sadness.
As the blood cools, the moonlight changes. The hatred of the Sarkaz is not unreasonable, and the Vampire's vengeance is not unreasonable.
However, this is by no means the promised future. Can the survivors have a future, on scorched earth?
No!
What do those siblings... actually see? 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : Banshee! Listen!
You have still—Accepted your blood, my boon—
You have not yet... defeated yourself!

<Background black>

「What echoes here is no longer an elegy.
It is only a sigh.
A sigh that makes him uneasy.
The heat of the explosion and the weight of the sword make the Sanguinarch feel powerless for the first time.
He looks at the small, ever so small, King of Sarkaz.
He looks at that Cautus, so inferior to the Sarkaz. He looks at the Black Crown, such a meaningless curse.
The history and illusions he trampled on, the bloodline and inheritance, the revenge and unrivaled power, all suddenly disappear.
He feels a void beneath his feet. 」

Sanguinarch of Vampires : ......
Ridiculous... even the myriad souls mock me.
Lord of the Banshees, and... King of Sarkaz.
You keep these deserters around who ignore the past, and in the end, you don't even dare to act yourselves.
Oh... the vile always prevail.
This is indeed our curse.
The outblood King has executed me?
The King of Sarkaz resounds with the knells. But you don't know how strong the ties of blood are. You try to judge...
You—
Heh, in the end, you did use the power within your blood!
Two elegiac singers offered me a dirge at the same time—
When the time came, you could not resist the instinct within your blood that comprises all that you are.
Did you really kill me? No.
I have returned the Teekaz blood to where it belongs...
Go and see, go to Londinium—
(Whispered Sarkaz) I'll be waiting for you behind the curtain of ruin.

13-22: Disaster Coalesces

Summary

Everyone finally returns, and Kal'tsit tells them what the Sanguinarch of Vampires has summoned—the "Originium" of antiquity. Eblana finds Talulah, who refuses the former's solicitation. Up high in the sky, Theresa prepares for the final and decisive battle.

<Background 1>

<Flashback starts here>

Muddled Voice : Why should I help you, Sarkaz?
Do you think you saved me? I didn't die, though that doesn't even matter—this shell is merely a plaything I abandoned long ago.
Besides, aren't the Sarkaz the ones hunting me down?

Hoederer : How much history have you seen?

Muddled Voice : All that I have experienced.

Hoederer : Rumors say that you will divulge a piece of truth, or hint at an omen.

Muddled Voice : You tiny little creatures treat my drifting ripples as hallucinations while indulging in them, and yet you harbor resent?
After I was divided up by those lunatics... there's even a fallen angel carrying a part of me around, and what I've seen and heard since has actually gotten more interesting.
On the contrary, what makes me feel absolute boredom are these so-called... bulky histories and profound topics.

Hoederer : Absolute boredom... you're not wrong on that.
History always repeats itself on this land. Looking at the past is now a means of looking towards the future.

Muddled Voice : And so, I have actually become a prophet! In this life of mine—if you can still count my current form as the same life as before—I've never thought of having such an identity.

Hoederer : Then... are you looking for a "new conclusion"?

Muddled Voice : Just how old do you think I am? You little rascal.
There won't be any new conclusions to draw, with the way all of you look like now.
Yes, something strange has happened to these decrepit bones of mine. A rabbit wears a Sarkaz's crown, and she together with a male Banshee are fighting a Vampire on top of my head.
Of course, there's that sheep playing with shadows who hangs out with you too.
Are these new to me? A little, perhaps.
But you can't win.

Hoederer : You seem so sure.
Do we also belong to the history you've seen, that has comes full circle time and time again?

Muddled Voice : There's never been a shortage of those who resist on this great land, but they always fall into the same trap.
Besides, I understand that Vampire's tricks. He was the one who peeled off my skin back then.

Hoederer : Let's have a wager, Feranmut.
This strange bunch of people—Cautus, Caprinae, Banshee, Sarkaz; they'll triumph over the Vampire that tried to hunt you.

Muddled Voice : Are you trying to win my favor? Do you think I'll look at you differently for helping me?
I couldn't care any less about that. But what are you putting on the table?

Hoederer : If we win, you'll lend us your help, and bring us back to where we came from.

Muddled Voice : And if you lose?

Hoederer : We'll all be dead by that point.

Muddled Voice : You're making an empty offer, little thing.
I accept.

Hoederer : You really are easy to talk over.

Muddled Voice : No, it's because I know that all you have are just the waves I toss up, that will calm to a still in the blink of an eye.
So I might as well spare a little effort and raise my eyelids a little.

<Flashback ends here>

「You have indeed won, by a miniscule move. But the bet is far from over.
Did you really win? Did you triumph over the enmity, slaughter, and blood that Vampire represents?
Why don't we expand our wager by a little?
I'll bring all of you back.
And then continue to waiting for you in the cycles of history. 」

<Background 2A>

Kal'tsit : ......

Doctor : How long have they been gone?

Kal'tsit : Three hours and fourteen minutes.

Doctor : I'm really worried about them. / ...... / Even a Sanguinarch can bleed and die, right?

Kal'tsit : You should trust them.
It's all we can do.

[Siege joins in. ]

Siege : We're done with our combat mission too.
Our losses aren't light. Their forces here are indeed well-trained.
Most of the Sarkaz chose to fight to the end, but a small number also chose to surrender.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : You can hand them over to W's mercenary squad.

Siege : No, I'm not doing that.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Siege : It seems like you want me to make my own decision.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Will you execute them?

Siege : That's how I wish to do so, and so does the rest.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Siege : But I refuse to let them die so simply just like that.
Perhaps it's difficult to put them on trial during wartime.
It's definitely a difficult task to judge just how much blood is on the hands of every terror-stricken Sarkaz who laid down their arms.
But if we act just like they do, then we'll be no different than them.

[Delphine joins in. ]

Delphine : Vina, I'd like to take on the responsibility of investigating the crimes committed by these Sarkaz prisoners of war.

Siege : ......

Delphine : I have a professional covert intelligence background too, so I'm well versed in the ways to get them to talk.
I know what you're worried about, I...

Siege : No, I'm not.
I'll leave it to you.

Delphine : ...Alright.
I won't let a single drop of blood go unaccounted for.

[A rumble is felt. ]

Kal'tsit : Prepare for battle. The Feranmut will be back soon.
Mon3tr, standby.
There's no way we can be sure who'll be on this return trip.

<Background 2B>

「The gigantic skeleton finally reappears.
The torrents of time seem to have washed away any trace of battle, and it hovers in the air, no different than it was at any other point of time. 」

[An explosion blasts open part of the Lifebone... ]

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr!

[...as someone falls, which Mon3tr promptly catches. ]

??? : Hey! Let go of me, you damn—
Ugh. Seems like that old hag's awake. Think you got her backing you up now?
That's my last grenade, so bite onto it tight, you little freak!

Mon3tr : (Angry howling)

Kal'tsit : ...Put her down, Mon3tr.

[The one grabbed by Mon3tr is revealed to be W. ]

W : Shitty luck today.
*sigh* I just wanted to give myself a ceremonial salute to announce my return—
Didn't think I'd see an old hag with a scowl on her face once the skeleton stopped.

[Ines and Hoederer joins in. ]

Ines : W, don't forget we have to repair any structures you blow up here after taking over the place.
Anything destroyed will be fixed by the same hand.

W : Huh? What makes you think I'd even know how to fix this kinda thing?!

Hoederer : Kal'tsit, Doctor.
We've captured the Feranmut's skeleton, as well as Commander Ulšulah.
The rest of the skeleton garrison have been eliminated.

Ulšulah : ......
So you're the Dame Kal'tsit?
I've heard so much about you.

Kal'tsit : You're one of the Scar Market's people.

Ulšulah : ...You know every little thing that's happening in Kazdel clearly, even from somewhere as far as Victoria.
Seems like those old guys weren't lying.

Kal'tsit : I'll have a talk with those "old guys", as you call them, through you when we're done with business here.
They are the ones who stayed behind to watch over Kazdel, and the Lich have already contacted the Military Commission that currently governs the place.
They'll be making their decision soon.

Doctor : Where's Amiya and Logos?

[Amiya runs toward the Doctor. ]

Amiya : Doctor!

Doctor : Amiya.

「The little Cautus crashes into your arms. 」

Doctor : Welcome back. / ...... / There's blood all over you. Are you hurt?

Amiya : I'm fine. The blood... it was the Vampire's.

Kal'tsit : Amiya.
Your rings... you used them.

Amiya : Yeah.

Kal'tsit : Let me see your hands.

「A ring on Amiya's hand has already disintegrated, leaving not even a trace or fragment. 」

Amiya : I... had to use it against him. I'm sorry.

Kal'tsit : ...You've become more skilled with using emotions and memories.

Doctor : Amiya, you fainted from releasing a ring before.
Kal'tsit, we need to run another check on Amiya.

Amiya : No, Doctor. Don't worry.
I'm just... kind of tired.

Kal'tsit : The ring on your right index remains broken. Fortunately, that's just an effect of exerting yourself.
You were burning from rage again.

Amiya : Me.. angry?
I thought I'd be angry at the Sanguinarch of Vampires for slaughtering so many people.
But what I felt was not just that.
There was also... sadness.

「Sadness.
Kal'tsit pauses briefly and a pair of pink eyes always hiding sadness within flashes through her memory.
A few seconds after, she comes to her senses and takes a second look at Amiya fingers. 」

Kal'tsit : These rings are meant to help you adapt to the Lord of Fiends' power, and the surge of emotions that come with it.
Another ring has cracked.
Perhaps... we can do nothing but to witness these wounds open again and again.

Amiya : Please don't worry, Dr. Kal'tsit. No matter who I've faced, or who I will face next...
I won't fall before they do.

Logos : the Sanguinarch of Vampires fell into someplace we don't know about.
His court still remains, but no longer poses a threat to us.
However, we failed to prevent the curse from being cast.

Amiya : It's coming from Londinium... what's happening over there?

Kal'tsit : The Self-Salvation Corps originally believed that cutting off this supply line would be a way to end the war.
But things have changed. This "war" will not last for much longer.
We need to hurry over. This skeleton might be able to become a new stronghold, or an unprecedented means of transport.
Hopefully it can be put to good use.

Siege : The decisive battle is right before us.

Amiya : Mhm. The Sarkaz cannot be the culprits of the next calamity.
Also...
Dr. Kal'tsit. The Vampire's obsession, his hopes, and what he called a curse, is "Originium".

Kal'tsit : ...Yes.
The oldest Kazdel came into contact with "Originium" before any other civilization did.
It was not the remnants of a Catastrophe, or a mineral silently buried within rock formations. It was a hunk of "Originium" from antiquity.
And it birthed the oldest witchcraft, and the most ancient of... Infected.
If the Vampire really knew of this fact, and developed his obsession from that, thinking it could grant him power...
Then it won't just be Londinium's fate that will be determined next.

<Background 3>

Percival : Back here again.
Londinium.

Nine : Yeah, after all we've been through... we're finally in Victoria's capital.
A pity it's now completely surrounded by the Sarkaz and the Dukes' armies.
Guard, quickly arrange...
......

Percival : ......

Nine : Percival, arrange another Oripathy screening for our members. I know some of them are still deteriorating.
Non-combatants will be stationed in this forest. Percival, take good care of them and keep in touch with us.

Percival : ...Are we really going in there?

Nine : The Infected will be everywhere throughout the city, no matter how the war ends.
Sarkaz or Victorian, soldiers or nobles, and even farmers, workers, traders. They won't be able to judge their own identity so quickly.
Perhaps they won't even realize it until peace returns and they're once again marginalized, and then it hits them.
I was reminded of this... because of what happened to Guard.

Percival : ......

Nine : But, no matter.
We have to let every Infected on this land know that our flag flies high once again.
And more importantly, what it stands for.
Once day, when they become prisoners again, they will think of our flag as they realize the justice on this land must be won through struggle.

Percival : What's the plan?

Nine : We'll split up. It won't happen overnight.
Other people can handle the task of eradicating the disease, while we'll make sure oppression will no longer be tolerated. We'll need to directly demonstrate this with our strength.
In Victoria, we need to at the very least—

Talulah : ——Nine.
There's fire on the other side of the hill, a hundred or two hundred meters away at most.
It's glowing an unnatural hue.

Nine : ...Percival.
How long has it been since the scouting team last replied us?

Percival : Huh? Let me go check...
...Yeah, it's been longer than our estimations. But this isn't the first time, our comms equipment are just junk after all.
I'll go ask Red...

「Talulah stares at the flames.
There is no reason or omen. Only a strong feeling.
She smells the stench of death cast by the firelight. 」

<Background 4>

"The Brigadier" : I didn't know Your Highness would be here in person.
This is only a trifling swarm of Infected with weapons. Weak and pitiable people forced to unite and fight.

Eblana : ...Heh. Even if there is a surviving Draco among them?

"The Brigadier" : We'll confirm her identity and handle everything on your behalf.

Eblana : I'm not blaming you, of course.
Hmm... have the scouts located the target?

"The Brigadier" : Yes. It's consistent with our intel.
However, with all due respect—why do we have to be so concerned about her this much?
Even if she has the red dragon's blood—her "identity" will only pose a slight detriment to your claim.
But if our intel is accurate, her current identity is that of an "Infected".
So what does she mean to...

Eblana : An Infected, hm?
Don't we know another Infected Draco as well?

"The Brigadier" : ......

Eblana : My sister will soon return to my side.
Just think of it as eliminating some unnecessary variables to nourish the soil between us.

"The Brigadier" : We can—

Eblana : A Draco.
Hehe... I've never come into contact with a Draco outside of family before.

"The Brigadier" : ......

Eblana : All of you, wait here.
I shall take a look myself.

<Background 5>

Worn-out Infected : Ah—

Talulah : Careful.

Worn-out Infected : ......Thank you.
This swamp is miserable to wade through.

Talulah : Yeah.
Our supplies are low, and people aren't getting enough to eat. We haven't been able to get any decent medication either.
Do you need my help?

Worn-out Infected : No, no thank you.
I walked all the way from Ursus, and this isn't so different from back then.

Talulah : ......

「Talulah's footsteps slow down.
The group slowly marches next to her through the shrubs and reeds.
The rustling sounds are quieter than silence itself. 」

Nine : What is it?

Talulah : Nine.
Can you release these... restraints? And your Arts too.

Nine : You should be well aware you're not allowed to use your Originium Arts. These are your yoke and fetters.
You're "Talulah, the Hero" only when before our Victorian compatriots.

Talulah : I'm not a hero, or anything like that.
I just don't want history to repeat itself because of m—

「She does not finish her sentence.
Flames of death ignite from the depths of the swamp, encircling the group in their confusion. 」

Reunion Member : Wh-What's going on?!
Where did this fire come from?!

Nine : All units on alert!
What is that—

「An ominous deep purple climbs up Nine's body before she can finish speaking, engulfing her in death instantly.
Cold flames of death swallow everything. 」

[Eblana reveals herself. ]

Eblana : ..."Reunion". Infected.
Another group of pitiable people, fighting against their pitiable fate. Tenacious, powerful, magnificent.
And yet completely unaware they're involved in another lamentable conspiracy. Draco and Aslan, red dragon and lion.
You people, who rose up from Ursus, were actually lead to where you stand today by a descendant of the red dragon.
Who will ultimately bring about your demise.
"Talulah Artorius". What sort of woman are you, Draco?
If you're deserving of my attention, then come forth from death.

「......
Sparks fly as death's voice, with dead branches and reeds all reduced to ashes.
...But the flowers are still in bloom.
They are rejecting death. 」

Eblana : Flowers?
To think there would even be... flowers that can withstand my flames?

[Talulah cuts through Eblana's flames. ]

Talulah : Nine.

Nine : I'm fine.
These flames are special.

Talulah : Yes.
She came for me, so I'll handle her.

Nine : ......

Talulah : Many of us here aren't combat-ready.
You have to keep them all safe.

Nine : Reunion will pull on your chain.
You haven't been judged, so don't die just yet.

「Her flames of death are cut open.
No. Her death is blocked by delicate vegetation, ignited by flames of fury.
Fire ignites fire.
The Infected turns away from her.
She has never been ignored like this before. 」

Eblana : ......

「Eblana comes to her senses at once.
The gaze of the Draco named Talulah never shifted away from her.
Raging flame cleaves into mortal flame.
Emotion rends emotion.
Talulah tears into Eblana.
The void is now awash with blood.
Eblana laughs. 」

Eblana : Talulah Artorius, daughter of Edward, and legitimate heir to the Victorian throne.
This is—
Your true self.

Talulah : We have nothing to do with each other, Draco of Dublinn.

Eblana : Is that for you to say?
Just look at you, red dragon. How strong and powerful you are.
And yet despite your might, you once again willingly toss aside the glory of the red dragon to the Aslans so easily, to let them trample on the red carpets of Westhaleg?
Victoria is a country founded by Draco, Talulah.

Talulah : ......

[Talulah strikes Eblana, who parried it. ]

Eblana : Why do you only resist?
I can smell an unimaginable fury in your flames.
Do you not crave it? How can that be?!

Talulah : ...Fury?

Eblana : Do you still wish to continue playing house with the Infected? How are you this narrow-minded!
Infected? This status does not merit mention. You can step over it, disregard it, save it.
I give you a chance now, Talulah.
I can disregard your Infected status, and even this pitiful mutual aid program you control.

Talulah : ......

[Talulah strikes Eblana again, who parried it. ]

Eblana : Your flames move me, Talulah. Stand with me, and I pledge that everything you desire shall be realized into reality.
Come to my side, submit to me, and Tara shall stand together with you.
Our careers hold no conflict with each other at all. Both you and this Infected movement of yours need an end more powerful and prosperous than this.

Talulah : Are you finished speaking?

<Background 5>

[Talulah slashes at Eblana, which hits her. ]

Eblana : ......!
You—

Talulah : Draco.
Your eyes have only desire in them.
A desire to free Tara, exact revenge on Victoria, fulfil your own desires, or perhaps...
You have yet to even grasp what exactly lies in the depths of your desires.
Fury... It's true, and I won't deny it.
And that's why...
Come any closer, and my flames will consume you whole.

「Fire.
Fury.
A calm fury.
It burns at the extremities of her death. 」

Eblana : ......

Talulah : I'm not interested in the Draco's lineage, power or the country.
You...
Do you lead the Tarans' resistance with such a narrow-sighted desire and ideals?
If so, then perhaps it's better if I just cut you down, here and now.

Eblana : ......
Truly a pity.
Uninterested in lineage, power, nor country.
Our history summarized. An imaginary crown, an instigated resistance. Well said.
Perhaps I don't know what's going on? Or could it be... do you think I'm indulging myself with my actions?
You shall be my most powerful vassal, though my other subjects are eager for me to kill any other living Draco to uphold my "legitimacy".
But they don't know why exactly I wish to establish a nation.

Talulah : And you know it yourself?

Eblana : Of course.
And my sister will do it in my stead.

Talulah : Don't leave your affairs for your family to do, Draco.
You're the one ruining the lives of others with utter disregard.

Eblana : Death is only my prisoner.
No death is taken for granted, or without meaning.
All with power will die worthy deaths.

Talulah : Is that up for you to decide?
Haven't you realized yet that your manners, gentleness, affection, and even your arrogance and scorn are all fake?
You're just a hypocritical tyrant despite your bombastic words.
Death is just a scepter for you to brandish your authority, and you're not the first tyrant I've met either.
Stay away from Reunion.

Eblana : What an extremely dull answer.
But your answer will change in the end, so it'd be a pity for you to die here.
"Reunion". Indeed, those flowers death could not burn earlier are equally deserving of affection.
So, what if I tell you... Dublinn's forces will exterminate every last one of Reunion's members if you refuse to submit to me...? What will you do then?

Talulah : You...

Eblana : Do you wish for us to be enemies?
I don't know what happened in the time you spent drifting about Ursus after leaving Victoria, but I can feel it.
From your flames—strong and weak, profound and superficial, angry and remorseful.

Talulah : ......
I—

Nine : She's a sinner from Reunion.
Don't think too highly of yourself, Draco.

Eblana : Ah. The little flower.
Your team's not too far away. You must be so concerned for her.

Nine : It doesn't matter, this isn't the first time Reunion is up against a strong foe.
Dublinn's forces? You already erred by not calling in your high-speed battleships immediately.
We'll kill you before your drones arrive. I'll do my best, and everything it takes to kill you.
Your desires and ambitions—we don't care for them, and I'm in no mood to listen to your red dragon chat with Talulah.
All I know is that you'll die.
For sure.

Eblana : ......
Enough with that look. All of us have no wish for this to continue, right?
—Alright, Talulah, other descendant of the red dragon.
Even if you reject me, and your actions have wholly nothing to do with my Tara...
But your fury, resistance, desires and answers—your end lies me with too.
Let us treat today's meeting as a first prophecy.
Tara's loyal servants shall come here one after the other.
Go, Reunion. Bring some chaos to Victoria, and create some opportunities for us.
The next time we meet...
One red dragon is bound to bite the other to death.

<Background 6>

Ch'en : ......
That's enough hiding. Come out already.
It's only going to become more humid after night falls, and you won't be able to light the firewood you got.

Indifferent Infected : Who... are you?

Ch'en : ...You're Infected.
Doesn't matter, I'm the same. I won't harm you or anything.

Angry Infected : ......

Ch'en : There's no need to be so wary. I'm not lying, I really am Infected.

Angry Infected : You're... not a Victorian?

Ch'en : I'm from Yan.

Angry Infected : What's a Yanese doing here?

Ch'en : ......
My family came here for business and got caught up in the war. I was going to evacuate with them, but I accidentally contracted Oripathy.
So they left me behind.

Angry Infected : Hmph. Everyone's unfair to the Infected everywhere. Your luck sure sucks.
But we can't help you either.

Ch'en : I can tell.
You don't even have a way to start a fire, so you're probably no Arts users.
Don't seem to be hunters either, so you won't live more than a few days.
Getting captured by the military as an Infected, or by the Sarkaz as a Victorian, either way is a terrible way to go, right?

Indifferent Infected : So?

Ch'en : I can help you get a fire going at least.
Watch.

Angry Infected : Woah! It's really burning! It was that easy?
Thank you so, so much, Yanese lady.
What about you? Do you need us for anything?

Ch'en : The sky's getting dark. Can I rest here for the night?
I'll leave at first light tomorrow.

Indifferent Infected : How's a foreign refugee like you this calm and unruffled?
And your sword... even I can tell it ain't some ordinary blade.

Ch'en : You're right... I'm what they call a zoubiao in Yan, like the Messengers here.
I'm pretty skilled, and not a stranger to traversing adverse conditions either. Surviving in the wild isn't that difficult for me.

Indifferent Infected : You helped us start a fire... I'll leave it at that.
*sigh*...I'll admit what we did, even if it's the soldiers who find out. As long as the Sarkaz don't catch us.

Angry Infected : It's not like they'll reward you with a feast.

Indifferent Infected : Is that worth discussing when we don't even have a crumb to eat right now?
Those Reunion crazies... they're the reason why it's so dire for us now...

Ch'en : Reunion?

Angry Infected : You haven't heard? Well, you've only been recently Infected, after all.

Ch'en : ...Mm.

Angry Infected : They're a band of Infected, and we were all counting on them to be our saviors.

Ch'en : You fought over something?

Indifferent Infected : Bah.
We robbed a Sarkaz, but they were of the opinion that we killed one of their Infected "countrymen".

Angry Infected : Sarkaz? Countrymen? My daughter's dead because of them!
My daughter... my girl... *sigh* Oh!

Ch'en : ......
Do they have a leader...?

Angry Infected : "Nine".

Indifferent Infected : Yeah. She's the one who chased us away.

Ch'en : ......

Angry Infected : There was another one they called Guard, but he's dead.
...Grr. I really want to roast something for dinner.
I don't know what Reunion is exactly, but the group we encountered were a bunch of hypocrites who belong in a dumpster.
What? Heh, you want me to shake hands with the Sarkaz and make peace? I'll beat the next one I see to death.

Ch'en : ......

Indifferent Infected : Right, remember the rumors we always heard? From the Ursus tundra?
——Talulah?

Ch'en : ......

Indifferent Infected : "Hero of the Infected"? She didn't seem much at all to me.
I remember she was always trailing behind Nine, and never said anything more than a few words.
The hearsay from those old Infected weren't worth shite. Nine might have been the actual decision maker all along.
...*sigh*. This is all just useless banter. It's too late for you to join them, Yanese fella.

Ch'en : Where did they go?

Angry Infected : And how would I know?
Back then I left in a huff with this guy in tow. I remember there being a Messenger station in this direction about a dozen kilometers from here.

Ch'en : An early rest for us today then.
We have to get back on the road tomorrow.

<Background 7>

[Two Victorian soldiers are reporting their activities. ]

Victorian Soldier A : ...Nothing unusual to report.
Did you hear? The dukes seemed to have bumped into each other.

Victorian Soldier B : Duke Windermere sacrificed herself, and the other lords can no longer sit still either.
*sigh* The madam's legendary tale is still in my mobile terminal...

Victorian Soldier A : Legends are useless now.

Victorian Soldier A : But... do you know who was keeping watch here at Chetleigh before we took command? I thought the Sarkaz seized this place long ago.

Victorian Soldier B : Could they have been stragglers from some army? Maybe it's the Londinium Citizens' Self-Salvation Corps. Rumors abound that they're still active.

Victorian Soldier A : That's ace. They managed to stand up to the Sarkaz even though there's no decent equipment to be found here.

Victorian Soldier B : Yeah. They're definitely veterans roaming about the country who can take on a hundred alone.

Victorian Soldier A : Right? No way they're just some local thugs or worker riffraff.
The scouts sent their intel.
Basically it was pretty much what the commander predicted... which was "impossible to predict".
Meh. Send it to the tent, I can't make heads or tails of it either. The Sarkaz army's methods are just too unconventional.

Victorian Soldier B : Sure.

Victorian Soldier A : ...Wait.
The scouts say they detected a strange squad identification code.

Victorian Soldier B : Want to report it together?

Victorian Soldier A : ......
"The Exemplars"?
Isn't that name from the War of the Four Nations...?

Victorian Soldier B : ......

Victorian Soldier A : What am I supposed to tell them? Our scouts saw a specter?

[Bagpipe joins in. ]

Bagpipe : ..."The Exemplars".
Know anythin' about them?

Injured Soldier : No... I'm from the Duke of Fife's 4th infantry battalion...um. That's no longer important.

Bagpipe : Aye, you're just an Infected now, and I'm basically a deserter...
Haha, we're both in a wee bit of a pickle, aren't we? Didn't think I'd have to be so overcautious here in Chetleigh.

Injured Soldier : Bagpipe... I can't find this funny at all.
Chetleigh's now under the army's jurisdiction, so are we...

Bagpipe : ...Sigh.
I'm sure you have no clue how enchantin' the hay piles are this time of year. I want to celebrate with me army chums back home too.
But I can't expose myself so easily like that. They treat deserters no better than fowlbeasts on the chopping block for dinner.

Injured Soldier : You're a good one, miss. I'm sure you can sort this misunderstanding out...

Bagpipe : Tell me that a year back and I might have believed ye.
"The Exemplars"...
...Ain't that the Tempest Platoon's former name?

<Background 8>

Ch'en : Still following me?

Angry Infected : Uhm.
You seem strong... and we haven' eaten at all the past two days...

Indifferent Infected : We're all fellow Infected, aren't we?

Ch'en : We'll travel together for a while more.
You might be able to see the station you mentioned after this hillside.

Indifferent Infected : Or maybe it's been smashed to bits... wait.
Look, over there. People, right?

Ch'en : Right.
Stay calm. Their numbers are limited, at the very least.

Angry Infected : Wait, hold on! They're Victorians! I can see them!
Are they a squad of refugees? I can see some soldier guards too!

Indifferent Infected : What do we do?
This is much better than running into Sarkaz, but we're Infected... are we going to be...

Angry Infected : ......
The Infected already abandoned us, so we might as well ask them for food than starve to death out here.
B-besides, think about it. How many people are going to emerge from this war with Oripathy? Surely they'll let us live somehow?
Of course. Definitely. For sure, I'm sure they will.
I'll go take a look.

[The angry Infected heads out. ]

Indifferent Infected : Hey!

Ch'en : ......

Indifferent Infected : Heavens! What's going to happen if the soldiers do turn hostile?
And, um, you're a Yanese... what if...

Ch'en : ...I think you can ease up on the anxiety.

Ch'en : Look. They seem to be getting along well.

Indifferent Infected : Huh?
I-it really does look like it. He's waving, I'll go over.

「Ch'en watches the two Infected mingle with their compatriots.
Vigilance, talking, casual chatting.
Soon someone puts their arm on their shoulders, and their cheery chatter reaches Ch'en's ears.
Ch'en stays at her spot for a long time. 」

[Ch'en heads off as the angry Infected returns to her. ]

Angry Infected : Yanese lady!
I talked with them, we can travel together—
Huh. Where'd she go?

<Background black>

Ch'en : "You beat a Sarkaz to death? Hell yeah, you're our heroes!"
......
Hmph.

<Background 9>

Duke of Caster : You finally replied to my invitation, Duke Gododdin.
It seems that even you realize now how serious the situation is.

Duke of Gododdin : Yes, it's gotten so serious that our cautious Duke Caster has actually left her territory to grace the front lines in person.

Duke of Caster : A Victorian Duke has died on the battlefield... how many years has it been since something like this has happened?

Duke of Gododdin : Quite a few of our fellow nobles suspect you behind your back, you know. After all, everyone knows you never got along with the Duke of Windermere.
That stubborn Windermere would never support your little plot to take over Londinium.

Duke of Caster : ......

Duke of Gododdin : But I know it wouldn't be you.
You welcome any loss she suffers, even if they were major. But now... your problems have only increased with her death.
In fact, all of us here have attracted a big problem.

Duke of Caster : There are rumors from outside that the young Duke Gododdin today is obsessed with notions of romance and lacks the wisdom and wits of his house.
It seems that our country has become so weak that we've exhausted our ability to understand people.

Duke of Gododdin : Don't flatter me, I'm only disinclined to care about other matters, yours included.
Alas. Why does this war compel us to face our responsibilities? All I can do is to walk out the winery and throw myself down at the table of today.
And for this end I've even brought a friend.
It was not easy to bring him off his high-speed battleship.

[The Duke of Wellington joins in. ]

Duke of Caster : ......

Duke of Wellington : ......

Duke of Caster : To think the Duke of Wellington would grace us with his presence.

Duke of Wellington : My time grows short.

Duke of Caster : I hear you met with some troubles on the frontline. The Nachzehrer King is not an easy enemy to deal with.

Duke of Wellington : ...Hmph.
No more than just a Sarkaz.

Duke of Gododdin : You must take care of yourself. After all, you're already...

Duke of Wellington : I'm not at the age where I need you to tell me how old I am.
The stalemate on the frontline will soon end, and Windermere's defeat will have a... minimal impact on the war situation.
We will be able to retake the frontlines in no time.

Duke of Gododdin : Your valiant march onwards has caused the ducal armies to clash with the Sarkaz military on all fronts.

Duke of Wellington : It's not enough.
We must execute an effective offensive than continue defending our fragmented defenses to win this war.
Our counterattack must begin.

Duke of Caster : ...I agree.

Duke of Gododdin : A rare sight to see the two of you in agreement.

Duke of Caster : Londinium is now officially declared to be under the Sarkaz's occupation. This means they no longer have a need to hide.
This does not bode well for us at all.

Duke of Wellington : My follow-up units will assemble in three days.
We suffered some losses in the previous war, but Wellington's battleships will still be the first to rush into the storm.

Duke of Caster : I will participate as well. And see to it that the Dukes of Normandy and Fife join our efforts.

Duke of Gododdin : Abercorn and Ashworth will of course, also be reasonable people—
What an unprecedented sight to behold. The dukes speeding to Londinium on their battleships to shell the city walls.

Duke of Wellington : Hmph, I hope there won't be a second time.
Inform your troops that I will take command in this battle.

Duke of Gododdin : Naturally.

Duke of Wellington : Well then, if you will excuse me. There are many matters waiting for me to handle on the front line.

[The Duke of Wellington leaves. ]

Duke of Gododdin : And just like that. Truly a swift and decisive man.
I grew up listening to the tales of "The Empire's Death Knell", but I didn't think his hair would actually turn completely white.
*sigh* Forming a military alliance with other dukes used to be an earth-shaking affair, but look at us now; we can't even have a presentable meeting.

Duke of Caster : ......

Duke of Gododdin : Judging from his words, he's become a stubborn old man unwilling to admit his setbacks.
Duke Caster, I know nothing about war, but looking at old Wellington's condition, I fear we won't be able to completely trust him...
Caster?

Duke of Caster : Indeed... trust.
No, it's nothing. I merely recalled some past events from my youth.
Old Wellington... he conceals his impatience, his unease, and even his shortcomings. He is getting older as well.
But he can't fool me. It's all fake.

Duke of Gododdin : You've known him for a long time.

Duke of Caster : For far too many years... even from when I was just a little girl with no experience.

Duke of Gododdin : What are your thoughts on the matter?

Duke of Caster : The look in his eyes as he spoke of the Nachzehrer was exactly the same as it used to be in his youth.
Be it friend or foe, he is like a beast thirsting to tear the other to feast on their blood.
To rip out their entrails, chew their bones, and swallow them.
Hunt, devour, grow. He has always been this sort of warrior.

Duke of Gododdin : The old man's appetite has always been good.
Who was already in Duke Wellington's belly, when you met him?

Duke of Caster : Ivan Evgenevich.
Herkunftshorn.
As well as Corsica I.

Duke of Gododdin : ...I see.
You were really... quite young back then.

Duke of Caster : There used to be a saying in the among the nobles in Caster territory, regarded as an ominous symbol.
"Victoria only has one true Duke after the War of the Four Nations."
For we restricted and weakened him after that fort more than sixty years. The people forget about heroes in peacetime, and the nobles repel the death knell in their fear.
He revealed his fatigue earlier.
But I think of, and I've always been thinking of something—the smile on his face when we were both young, flashed towards the endless expanse of the battlefront...
He stood side by side with the Emperor of Ursus, he witnessed the Witch King's arts, he saw the greatest of monarchs and dismantled the largest modern cities to exist then.
How can someone like him willingly throw himself to the slaughter?

Duke of Gododdin : Hmm...
So you're telling me, our man who has had no choice but to swallow his pride for decades and might be still Victoria's strongest general, has divulged his true feelings?

Duke of Caster : Heheh, you're the one who invited him to the table. You know he has a trump card up his sleeve.

Duke of Gododdin : I'm feeling a little chilly. The wind outside tonight is rather strong.

Duke of Caster : Chilly? Be sure not to catch a cold, Duke Gododdin.

Duke of Gododdin : Ahaha, of course not. Please be at ease.
Despite what everyone says about me, I really am lazy and would much rather stay in my lovely estate appreciating the countryside view than to be on a battleship.
But I do like winter.

<Background 10>

Closure : Ah! I got it!

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : You tinkering with the radio equipment again?
Didn't I already tell you multiple times, Closure?
Our recent patrols haven't gone far enough to pick up any signals coming from inside Londinium.

Closure : And I already told you so many times, I'm a Rhodes Island engineer!
Look, my equipment specially made for Rhodes Island communications can now receive signals from other channels after my many modifications!
Let's see—

「"Londinium Self-Salvation Corps broadcast, *Electric current noise*. Repeat, Commander Clovisia and the other members who have not left are still fighting. Repeat, we need back up——" 」

Self-Salvation Corps Fighter : Commander Clovisia! I knew she and the others were fine!
We need to hurry and tell everyone about this.

Closure : Great, they're all right and I'm done debugging this tool in my hand.
Wait, there's another message from the Rhodes Island channel.
It can't be... what happened to Blaze and the rest with her, and what's with all the regular Infected...

「"*Electric current noise* The disembarkment application for Londinium, Victoria has been approved *Electric current noise* Local branch operators, please make preparations."
"Repeat, please make preparations." 」

<Background 11>

[The Sarkaz mercenaries from the book burning before wanders around the suburbs. ]

Beleaguered Mercenary : So many books here, but not even a vegetable stem to be found.

Starving Mercenary : The number of books won't matter if we don't find any stems.
Are you sure we can find something edible here?

Beleaguered Mercenary : If we don't, then we can just kick down some house door after.

Starving Mercenary : Won't they put up a fight?

Beleaguered Mercenary : We already took them all away.
(yawn) Man, I'm beat.
Life was so much simpler before.
Swing our sword, cut someone down, swing again, cut down another, and then boom. Money.
But now? We can't even find a single stem to eat.

Starving Mercenary : Is Londinium still considered Victoria's now?
I mean, we occupied it, so does it count as a new city of ours now? Or is it still Victoria's?

Beleaguered Mercenary : I don't know.
All I know is the clouds have been gathering lately. The top of that building... is extremely unusual.

Starving Mercenary : What's there to worry? That's where the regent is.

[The sound of steam gushing is heard. ]

Starving Mercenary : Do you hear a... strange noise?

Beleaguered Mercenary : Huh? Nah.

Starving Mercenary : That's so strange...

「A huge figure emerges from the shadows, and a ray of light blazes through the deathly still streets.
It raises it's heavy right arm, and then harshly drops it. 」

Charles Lynch : ......

「The armor falls into silence, like it was just an illusion. A faint fire seeping from its helmet is the only sign that it still lives. 」

??? : ......

「She stretches out her hand to touch the knight, but is forced to refrain from the residual heat on the armor.
The armor remains silent. 」

<Background 12>

Theresa : ......

Manfred : Your Highness, what are you looking at?

Theresa : Dark clouds.

Manfred : The Shard's energy is gathered. According to the Confessarii research, a device like this able to manipulate Originium's reactions will also be able to control that piece of "Originium".
The dukes have begun mobilizing their forces, and in a few days...

Theresa : No, I don't mean the clouds here.
What's about to happen in Londinium is set in stone.
......
Manfred, you were born in Kazdel. What does it look like in your memories?

Manfred : It was already the hub unit of your nomadic city while I was growing up.
My memories of the place... the sky was always overcast. Even worse than Victoria's skies, to be honest. There was always a pungent stench of industrial waste in the air.

Theresa : Would you can[sic] that place... "home"?

Manfred : ......
I would.

Theresa : Really.
I was thinking how we Sarkaz always travel within a haze.
We are determined to tear the clouds apart...
But, when everything is finally revealed—
The true calamity will follow.
Will we make it in time?
......
I hope the light I've been looking at can still shine then.
Even if I'm already in the depths of the darkness.

14-1: Fallen From Memory

Summary

The assembled Exemplars confirm their next objective: The Shard. Rhodes Island has formulated their strategy for an Londinium assault. The Lifebone takes flight only to crash land because of a strange environmental interference.

<Background Black>

"Not every meeting has a beautiful ending, Amiya."
"A lot of stories end suddenly. A lot of stories keep us tossing and turning in our beds. And some stories end... with a long, long sigh."
"In a wilderness without end, people meet and go their separate ways. But at the crucial moment when we cross paths..."
"No one knows if we should really be saying such solemn goodbyes."

<Background 1>

[Someone knocks at the door... ]

Theresa : Come in.

[...and young Amiya enters the room. ]

Amiya : Theresa, you're back!

Theresa : Amiya?
What's the matter? Look what time it is. You should be in bed, if you don't want Kal'tsit getting angry with you.

Amiya : I know, but... I can't sleep.

Theresa : Want me to sleep with you?

Amiya : I-It's okay! If you still have work to do, I—

Theresa : You've been waiting for me all day, haven't you? Did something happen?

Amiya : Nope! I... Everyone's been very nice to me, and I'm keeping up with my homework, too. I've finished all the assignments Dr. Kal'tsit gave me!
But...
I know you've been really busy and I shouldn't bother you, but... I don't know why... I really wanted to see you today.

Theresa : Is that right?
Come, Amiya. I'm here.

「Theresa kneels down and hugs Amiya. 」

Theresa : I'm here for you now.

Amiya : Alright.
I... I saw you standing here, waiting by yourself while everybody else was gone for so, so long... I still remember the look on your face. I don't get it...
Are you worried about something? Isn't everyone saying we're about to win?

Theresa : Yes, there's always good news.
Our fighters captured another town. We advanced our position once more... Kazdel, our home, is closer than ever.
But...
...
Amiya, Babel still has a very long journey ahead of us. Our goal is so far away... I don't actually even know if we're still sailing toward our original destination.

「Theresa lets out a brief sigh and looks into the distance. Amiya follows Theresa's gaze, but finds nothing. 」

Theresa : Babel does not exist to win victories. It never has.
Victories and scars go hand-in-hand, and... those scars are far more difficult than we ever anticipated to heal.
Or rather... Can they even be healed?

「Theresa's voice is very soft, almost like a dream melted away in water. As a cloud of mist rises, the brief, momentary smile that she had before now seems distant and hazy.
The young Cautus girl thinks that, for a moment or two, the woman holding her hand all this time almost seemed to have disappeared into the mist herself.
And so Amiya makes the effort to stand on her tiptoes and stretches her hand out. The young girl's soft fingertips touch the forehead between the eyes of the King of Sarkaz; she tries to smooth those knitted brows. 」

Amiya : ...
They can... They will.
Theresa, I still remember what you told me.
"Perhaps, one day... We'll be able to let everyone on this vast land fall into peaceful slumber."

Theresa : Right. That includes you... and me.
Go, Amiya. We have lots of time to talk about the future, but if you stay up all night, you won't be getting any taller.
What are you going to do if you're still a teeny tiny bean by the time Rhodes Island is proudly sailing across the vast lands?

Amiya : *whimper*...
If I... If I point my ears up, I'll look taller, won't I?

Theresa : Pff... Haha...
You really don't want to go back to your room, don't you?

Amiya : I-I'm not being naughty! I'm just—

Theresa : Alright, let's not tell Kal'tsit, then. You can stay a little longer.
It's been a while since I told you a story, hasn't it?

Amiya : It's okay. I still remember all the stories you told me!
"A long time ago, there was a great, big desert and a tiny, little doll made of sackcloth. The little puppet swore he would cross the desert to find the legendary Plains of Hope..."
But you've never told me how the story ends—

Theresa : Oh, that one, huh...?
There were a lot of scary things out there in the desert. If I were to tell you, you'd never sleep again.

Amiya : I'm not scared of them. Besides, with you telling the story, I'm sure it'll have a nice ending.

Theresa : Alright.
The desert...
It was so vast and wide, like there was no end to it.
Our little puppet had been through many great adventures, and at last, he made it. His goal was right in front of him. The Plains of Hope...

Amiya : What were the plains like?

Theresa : Hm... The kind of place that anyone would like to call home.

Amiya : The kind of place with all the carrot pies I could eat? With everybody on the landship there, too?

Theresa : Maybe.
But things are never that easy in these stories. He still had to overcome the last obstacle that stood in his way.
The desert was very cold, and the wind there never stopped. In the light of the twin moons, there seemed to be some black cloaked shadows whispering to themselves, but the moment he looked for them, they disappeared.

Amiya : What were the black cloaked shadows?

Theresa : They were the echoes of the oldest despair and sadness. If they catch you, you'll never escape them.
The shadows whispered among themselves and laid trap after trap to stop the puppet...
The black-cloaked shadows didn't want to let the puppet make it any further. They did everything they could to try to get him to turn around.
Because if the puppet made it through the desert, hope would start to spread their way, and they would disappear.
But the puppet didn't know that. His goal never once changed.
The puppet made it past their traps and foiled their plans. All the tricks they had up their sleeves had failed. They were furious, and they decided they weren't going to hide anymore. They were going to duke it out with the puppet and fight him to the death.
When he saw the shadows rushing toward him, the puppet took out a long spear made of a needle and some threads. Then, he—

Amiya : Theresa, why did they become the echoes of despair and sadness?

Theresa : Well, about that...

Amiya : Did they catch Oripathy? And the pain kept them up at night?
Then, maybe the puppet could cure them? Just like what you and Dr. Kal'tsit want to do.

Theresa : Cure them?

Amiya : If the puppet cured them and turned them into... hm... happy and peaceful shadows, then everybody could go to the Plains of Hope together, right?
Were they born baddies who liked to scare people?

Theresa : No, dear, of course not.
The puppet found out that... they all had wounds on their bodies. It was the wounds that turned them into who they were.

Amiya : Couldn't he fix them up with his needle and thread? Just like what you always do!

Theresa : Maybe... Perhaps it's worth a try.

Amiya : (Yawns)

Theresa : Sleepy?

Amiya : N-No, I'm not! Did he do it?!

Theresa : The puppet tried over and over. The stitches were thick and ugly. The black-cloaked shadows were livid.

Amiya : Wh-What happened next...?

Theresa : Maybe... peace and happiness don't really come so easily, but in the end, they decided to let the puppet go.
The black-cloaked shadows watched the puppet walk into the distance. They decided they'd let the puppet give it a shot, but... a big river stood before him.
He didn't even know how wide it was. All he knew was that he couldn't see the other side of the river.
He knew that the Plains of Hope were on the other side, but there weren't any boats nearby. There wasn't even a decently sized frond.
"What do I do now?" The puppet thought to himself, and he decided to see if he could swim across.

Amiya : But... he's a... cloth puppet...

Theresa : Right, he was made of cloth. If he got wet, he would only get heavier and heavier until he sank to the bottom of the river.
But if he stopped here, his journey would have been for nothing.
He leapt into the water and found that the river was cold and salty, like tears.
Apparently... a lot of people across the lands wanted to go to those plains, but not one of them succeeded.
It was their tears that formed this river. The puppet finally understood just how many people shed tears over this.
...

Amiya : Zzz...

Theresa : The puppet swam and swam. He felt his body slowly soaking up the tears.
Did the other side of the river really exist? Perhaps the shadows were right. It was called the "Plains of Hope" because no one could truly make it there.
People speak different languages, and their hearts are not connected.
Home. Home.
But a river meant that there must also be a source to return to.
Sleep soundly, Amiya.
Good night.

<Background fades out>

Amiya has no idea how she got back to her room. That night, she slept very soundly.
Did the puppet make it across the shore? What happened in the end?
A ravine suddenly appeared. Just like that, the two sides have lost contact.

<Background 2>

[Amiya wakes up. ]

Doctor : Amiya?

Amiya : Ah! Doctor, when did you get back?
Is everyone waiting for me? I'm sorry. I'll just need a minute...

Doctor : Good job with the battle. / You did well during the battle.

Amiya : Yeah!
It's okay, Doctor. I'm all ready.
Let's head over there together.

<Background fades out and in>

Siege : We're about ready for departure. Every one of us has to leave Brentwood. Good thing these bones are large enough for us all to fit.

Horn : The Military Commission must already have caught wind that we've taken control of the town and the Lifebone. It goes without saying that the skeleton is of tremendous importance.
Their counter-offensive might already be on the way. Perhaps the Sarkaz are watching our every move as we speak.
Ever since their rapid tactical unit, the Witchling, took to the skies... it's always felt like somebody's been watching us in the mist. It's unnerving.

Amiya : The battle will only get more dangerous from here on out.

Siege : We all know that. The Exemplars will not give up their counter-offensive on Londinium. We have no other choice.
Victoria's people have endured this long enough already.

Horn : Good thing we seized the skeleton. Under ideal conditions, it will serve as a temporary stronghold. The wounded and civilians will also get to settle down a little.

Siege : Besides, if what Hoederer said is true, it can teleport anywhere, although it might make the users nauseous.
This is indeed some much appreciated help, but something is bothering me...

Amiya : Why wouldn't the Military Commission defend such an important transport to the death?
Perhaps they gave up because of the pressure of the battlefield, or perhaps Duq'arael... the Sanguinarch underestimated his enemies...
But it's more likely that their plan in Londinium has already reached a stage where... they can't afford to worry about anything happening outside.
The Sanguinarch still completed his final ritual. That may be exactly why they turned their gaze not to the Lifebone, but somewhere else.
Hoederer has finished negotiating with the consciousness left in the skeleton. It will... yes... "listen to our proposal." With its help, we will be able to return to the battlefield at any moment.

Horn : Most importantly, it gave us an opportunity to get close to the airship and the Shard.
If we make use of this trump card well... Just maybe, we'll be able to mount an airborne assault on Central Londinium.

Siege : Take out their headquarters directly. Good. I like that.

Horn : The area around the Shard is heavily guarded, and my guess is that the Military Commission's airship won't let us hover over their heads without a fight.
All we can do is find an opening for our strike team to enter, and as soon as they've made it in, we'll have the Lifebone depart.

Siege : That means the strike team can't retreat.
But at the same time, we still have to get to the bottom of what's been bothering Amiya: What exactly are the Sarkaz planning?
And how to foil their little tricks.
We won't be able to take the Shard with this little time by ourselves, but... we still have friends inside that massive city. We need to get in touch with them.

Horn : According to our intelligence, there likely aren't many combatants stationed inside the Shard.
Based on my experience fighting their commander, if Theresis... Amiya, what would you say our chances are?

Amiya : No, we should avoid a direct confrontation with him at all costs. No one is strong enough to singlehandedly defeat Theresis.
Besides, our greatest threat right now is not a single powerful Sarkaz hero. Rather, it is their ambition to see their plans come to fruition.
We will only be able to end this war quickly by stopping it from happening.

Horn : A few squads on their own can't end a war. We still need the Victorian military.
It's true that the Duke of Windermere perishing on the front lines is beyond what any of us might have...
Oh.
Forgive me... Lady Delphine.

Delphine : Standing beside you now is an intelligence officer in the service of Duke Windermere, not her daughter.
Pay me no mind.

Horn : The Duke of Windermere's untimely passing has disrupted the fragile balance on the outskirts of Londinium. They are on the brink of war.
Heh, until a few weeks ago, I was still under the impression that if the dukes were to put their minds to it and attack Londinium together, a Sarkaz defeat would have been all but assured.
This will be a decisive battle, one far worse than what any of the bigwigs have been anticipating.

Siege : I'd like to say they wished this upon themselves, but it's the frontline soldiers and innocent citizens who are suffering right now.

Feist : So, when the time comes... who's going to win? Us, the Exemplars, or the dukes?

Horn : ...

Amiya : ...

Feist : Uh, sorry, I guess I shouldn't be asking that before an operation?

Siege : It's fine. I know what it is you're worried about.
But there's no need to worry. A great many people stood up, raised their heads, and woke from their dreams because of this calamity, whether willingly or forced.
You are far from the only ones.
We need to focus on the problem at hand: How to break through the battlefield for our Londinium counter-offensive, as well as how to stop the Shard's strikes.

Doctor : It won't be easy. / The next step in the Sarkaz plan most likely has to do with Originium.
It's very likely that they will apply ancient Sarkaz research on Originium. / We don't have time. We need to decide on a route for our advance.
Taking the battlefield head-on is our one and only choice.

Amiya : We received a transmission indicating we have several Rhodes Island support teams on the way.
There are many things we will only be able to accomplish here as Rhodes Island.

Doctor : I will command their operation. / I will see our strategy executed flawlessly.
And put this crisis behind us.

Horn : It seems none of us have any objections. That being the case...

Feist : ...

「Everyone turns to Amiya.
Suddenly, you feel a hint of relief, gratification, excitement, and pride.
After all, you are standing right beside her. 」

Amiya : This war has come to a head, and Theresis intends to use some more decisive and forceful means to tear Victoria to shreds.
This has nothing to do with whether the Sarkaz truly have a right to revenge. It has nothing to do with whether the nobles may bear this heavy burden for Victoria.
If we solve all our problems by destroying our enemies, then this land, plagued by war from the beginning, has no hope.
The Confessarii and Theresis are there, at the heart of Londinium, toppling this empire standing on shaky ground.
I will go to them. And I will stop them.
For that future, and for the future of all.

<Background 3>

[W approaches Ines. ]

W : Isn't a big gap like this a waste?
I got some real juicy explosives from Closure, enough to pack every corner of this place full.
Hah, and they're still cooking up stupid ideas like mounting an attack on Londinium. This is the Military Commission we're talking about. Who knows what tricks Theresis's got up his sleeve?

Ines : So?

W : Bomb the place, straight up.

Ines : Heh, why do you think the Military Commission went through all that trouble to hide this skeleton, instead of treating it as a second airship?
This thing is fragile. It's only thanks to the witchcraft device that we can communicate with the Feranmut's lingering breath of life. An attack, no matter how weak, could spell the end of it.

W : You think I'm talking about dropping bombs out of it? I'm saying let's make it the bomb.
A bomb that can fly just about anywhere it wants, that can fly right into Theresis's face at any moment. The perfect bomb.

Ines : ...

W : What? You're still thinking about letting it take us back to Kazdel? If we don't deal with Theresis, we aren't going anywhere.
Let's take the simplest path to solving our problems here.

Ines : *sigh*.

W : Got something to share with the class?

Ines : Nothing at all, but I didn't expect to see you so tense.
Should I teach you a few deep breathing techniques?

W : Huh?

Ines : Whatever, W. Get in the right frame of mind for this operation. Otherwise, no amount of explosives is going to fix what's going on in your head.

W : That just means we're gonna need even more bombs.

Ines : If you say so.

W : Phew...
Ines.

Ines : What?

W : Remember when we ran into that Lich the other day...? Never mind. Forget it—

Ines : You're wondering whether the Theresa out there's real or not again, aren't you?

W : ...!

Ines : Hmph, enough of that already. I'm not the one you need to convince.
I wasn't the one who called her a fake first either.

W : Ugh... Did I ever tell you your Arts are disgusting?

Ines : I didn't need to read your shadow. You've been pretty anxious for a while now.

W : ...

Ines : What will you do, if you run into her again?

W : I told you. It's a fake. I'm gonna kill it and be done with this.

Ines : And what if it's not?

W : Then I'll rescue her and get to the bottom of everything.

Ines : That's Theresa.

W : I know.

Ines : I think you don't. You haven't figured out how to treat Theresa, how to handle an... enemy leader.
That's a taboo, and you know it far better than I do.

W : *Sarkaz expletive*, Ines. You know what pisses me off the most?
I remember a lot of stuff. I remember the crystal on the head of the old fart who taught me how to make explosives. I remember the prices on your heads...
I remember how Her Highness wrestled with that door, and how Kal'tsit once got her hair caught in the same door.
I remember all these things that don't fucking matter!
...But I don't remember—
I can't for the life of me remember when the last time I saw her was, or even... what we talked about.
Yeah, yeah, I barely ever had a normal conversation with her.
There were so many of us on the ship. I was small potatoes, and she was Babel's chairman. It was probably a joke, some silly complaint or nagging—
...
But it definitely wasn't... a goodbye.
This time, I'll make up for that and say it. Then, I won't forget.

Ines : ...

W : Anyways... I've gotta get my mercs checking over their equipment. This is gonna be one hell of a job.

Ines : Whatever you say.
But if your legs give out on you and you need somebody to give you a good kick in the ass, you know who to call.

[Ines walks off. ]

W : Yeah.
This nightmare has gone on long enough. We should be looking straight ahead.

<Background 4>

Theresa : ...

[Theresis approaches Theresa. ]

Theresis : All preparations are complete. The airship is ready to take flight.

Theresa : Yes.

Theresis : It will all be over soon.

Theresa : Come, walk with me one last time, Theresis.

Theresis : Very well...

[Theresis accompanies her sister on a walk. ]

「The Military Commission of Kazdel has secretly constructed airship docks just like this one in the support layers of several sectors throughout Londinium. This is the largest among them, and it is where the airship was born.
The ship is seen as a terrifying weapon of war, a herald of destruction, and a flying fortress.
But very few are aware of the original intent behind the airship's construction. It is to uncover a buried secret...
And, beyond that, it is to break free of an eternal shackle.
The brother and sister are walking in the great ship dock, down a long passageway, where every Sarkaz they pass stops and greets the two of them.
When was the last time they had a nice walk like this together? Thinking about it, compared to the amount of time they have spent together, the days that have passed is nothing.
But they were also long enough. 」

Theresis : What's on your mind, Theresa?

Theresa : I suddenly remembered that when Kazdel was rebuilt into a nomadic city, we stood next to each other on the city walls, shoulder-to-shoulder, just like this.
It was supposed to be a happy day, but then it rained.
Some said it was a bad omen, but I still remember how the Soul Furnace's flames looked all the brighter in the rain.
And there's more. I'm suddenly remembering so, so much... It's been too long.

Theresis : It has been too long indeed.
From Kazdel to Kazdel... our goal lies right before us. There is but one last step in our plan.
Those who walk after us will find a great city standing tall upon this land, and we Sarkaz will do as we wish, seizing control of our own fate.
I need you.

Theresa : Yes... I know.

Theresis : The warriors who once firmly believed in your path, the girl who is called the King of Sarkaz... They've all come before you now.

Theresa : Of course they came. I've always believed they would.

Theresis : Have you decided how you will confront them?

Theresa : I've never once been confused, but... I had hoped this day would take longer to arrive. Now that it's come to this, I actually feel...
I underestimated those I should have had faith in.
Theresis, I'm delighted.
I'm delighted that even after we made this decision, they are still willing to stand up against us.
They are decisive and strong, and they are growing at an unimaginable pace. Perhaps they will make their way to you in the end.
They may be much stronger now than the woman I was... the one who couldn't accomplish anything.

Theresis : I'm looking forward to it.

Theresa : Then... It's time for me to leave, too.

「Theresa steps onto the airship's gangway, while Theresis remains where he stands, quietly watching her. 」

Theresis : Theresa.
This time, we should bid each other a proper farewell.

Theresa : ...

Theresis : ...

「Theresa reaches her hand out and smooths out the creases on Theresis's cloak. 」

Theresis : ...(Ancient Sarkaz language) Goodbye.

Theresa : (Ancient Sarkaz language) Goodbye.

[The airship doors slam shut. ]

<Background fades out>

「The silence lasts until the steel door closes and its thick shadow shrouds the two of them.
They say nothing more. 」

<Background 5>

「The pulsing of the myriad souls is ceaseless. Theresa lightly closes her eyes to bear with its surge.
The endless murmurs are like the tide. It exhausts, it drags those within it ever downward, and it suffocates.
Perhaps within it once existed brief moments of happiness or the occasional delight... but there is simply too much pain... so much that the pain permeates every word and sentence. 」

Theresa : O myriad souls... Even though I have almost completely exhausted myself, I still cannot see the other side.
Shattered hearts abound on these lands.
And so, even if I have only grief at my disposal... even if my body was wrought of tears...
Be my oar, and be my ark.
Let tears carry tears, and let suffering lift up suffering.
It's time that we... set sail.

<Background 6>

「Logos is examining the bone whistle in his hands. He knows every pattern carved into it and every wear and tear on its surface.
He remembers receiving this from his mother when he was still a small child. Its sound was not nearly as sonorous and vivid as it is now. 」

[Hoederer approaches Logos. ]

Hoederer : So this is a Banshee's bone whistle. It's my first time seeing the real thing.
Banshees are a rare sight among mercenaries to begin with, much less one with a bone whistle.
That said, I've heard plenty of stories about bone whistle—

Logos : It's a symbol of terror. Its sound foretells death's pursuit.
The Banshees portend death, and willingly serve as the embodiment of death and danger.

Hoederer : But I rarely ever saw you use the whistle, not at Babel all those years ago or at Rhodes Island now.
The Vampire... accused you of rejecting the power of your bloodline.

Logos : It already sounded. It need not sound again.
Metaphors about death itself are a dime a dozen, but what comes after death?
True, the Banshees portend death, but nothing more.
If death wasn't the end of all beings and there was more than nothingness after the toll of the death knell, then this foretelling would have been meaningless.
That's why we set down the bone whistles for bone pens.
New meaning is born from the pens' tips, while the past... is only recorded by the same tips.
This is why we stand together now, Hoederer.

Hoederer : Is that right?

[Amiya and the others approach the two. ]

Amiya : Yes, toward the other side of death. Rebirth.

Kal'tsit : It matters not what Theresis intends to accomplish. This war will not and cannot be allowed to develop into a raging fire that destroys the Sarkaz, as history has seen countless times before.
Having burned for so long, this hatred cannot be easily extinguished, but we can stop it from engulfing all souls upon these lands.
That includes each and every race there is.

Amiya : Dr. {nickname}, hold on tight.
The final battle... is able to begin.

「The Feranmut's skeleton wriggles its body and once again dives straight into history.
The fragments of time are like bubbles in a muddled stream. After they break up, the remains are still vague and indistinct.
Amiya feels the rippling spacetime rushing past her. You look at her and see her eyelashes twitching. What exactly does she see?
Perhaps nothing more than reflections passing by, or fleeting hallucinations.
The distance between memories and history is always much longer than we expect. 」

[The Feranmut roars as it warps through space-time. ]

「Countless sceneries, both ancient and modern, sweep by under the Feranmut's frame.
Those who find themselves within are astonished by this advancement or regression of times, the disasters that unfold before them, and the happiness in their hands...
But when looking upon them from high above, perhaps these sights have never actually changed.
Then, the illusion grows much stranger and more twisted.
A seed is rapaciously absorbing nutrients. It writhes, whimpers, trying to tear away all fabricated representation.
This creation, far beyond human comprehension, waits silently. The slightest movement is enough to rend the continent and allow the crystals to proliferate. 」

Hoederer : No, this isn't right.
This isn't the Feranmut's power!
The sky... The entire sky is burning red!

<Background 6>

[Lifebone roars and trembles. ]

Hoederer : The Lifebone is out of control. It's been pulled off its original course!
Are we under attack?

Doctor : Prepare to meet the enemy! / Ready damage control!

[Lifebone shakes violently ]

Horn : Guard the entrances to all cabins! Watch for attacking aircraft!

Delphine : We're preparing anti-boarding measures. All non-combatants, retreat to your shelters!

W : Mercs, fan out! Don't let any drooling morons onto the ship!

Amiya : Any damage reports?

Closure : I'm checking, but—What's going on? This makes no sense!
The sensors I set up are all reading normal. The skeleton's not damaged at all!

Siege : I just got word from the observation post. They've spotted no enemies!

Hoederer : We're losing altitude! I can't control it!

W : What the *Sarkaz expletive* is happening?
Isn't this skeleton your best friend, Hoederer? Get it to chill out!

Siege : Hoederer, can you adjust the course at all? We mustn't land in the center of the battlefield!

Hoederer : I'm trying!

W : Buckle up, everybody. I don't want anyone getting flung out through the gaps in the bones!

Closure : I've sent out all my drones to try to pull the Feranmut's bones back and reduce the impact of the crash!
Don't get your hopes up, though!

Amiya : Our descent isn't slowing. Going by the current speed...

Doctor : We'll hit the ground very soon.

Logos : "The meaning of language shall grant us wings."
"I command these words to lift this weight."

<Background flashes>

Amiya : It's working—

W : Keep chanting your incantations, Banshee. Hoederer, keep steering us north!
There's a valley there. We should fit right in!

Hoederer : I'm on it, but my link with the Feranmut is fading. I can't control it much longer!

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr.

<Background flashes>

Mon3tr : (Excited howling)

Kal'tsit : Protect the Doctor. Prepare for impact.

Mon3tr : (Joyful howling)

Doctor : This isn't exactly comfy. / ... / Its claws are digging into me!

Kal'tsit : Calm down, Doctor. You'll be fine.

W : Amiya, how are things going over—

Amiya : All the wounded and civilians have been relocated. Feist and Rockrock are working on getting the transport secured.

W : Got it. Ines, my mercs have anything to say?

[Ines replies via transceiver. ]

Ines : They're all here with me, working on getting some witchcraft going.
We'll need a little more time. We should be able to withstand half of the impact's force.
Tell Hoederer these bones won't shatter here.

[The transmission ends. ]

[Lifebone shakes as it continues falling. ]

Siege : The valley's in sight. Our angle's not quite there yet. We need to turn left by another twenty degrees!

Hoederer : Last chance for adjustments!

Siege : Twenty degrees, I'm certain of it!
All hands, brace for impact!
The rest comes down to luck!

[Lifebone roars as they get nearer and nearer to the ground... ]

Hoederer : Ten seconds to impact!

W : Five, four, three—
Two!
One!

Operation story: 14-2

Before operation

Summary

Things take an unexpected turn as sinister red clouds above the Shard cover the entire battlefield. Meanwhile, Manfred prepares to reclaim the Lifebone.

「Thirty minutes earlier...
Underground structure, Highbury Borough, Londinium 」

<Background 1>

Londinium Worker A : You're back. How are things up top?

Londinium Worker B : Same as ever. Maybe worse.
I used to be scared of those devil mercenaries who ask you for a smoke. The worst you'll get is a slap on the face if they feel like it.
But now? It's all monsters you can't even describe that'll turn you into a puddle of blood without so much as blinking.
You know what? I've been sleeping better. Because I know there's nothing but death if I run into one of them.

Londinium Worker A : Are the Sarkaz still grabbing workers off the streets?

Londinium Worker B : Didn't see anything. We didn't dare go too far. Doesn't seem like the Sarkaz are interested in running the city anymore. There's no one maintaining public order.
They couldn't fully occupy Londinium, could they? What use is it to them? Are they really planning to drive the Victorian capital all the way back to Kazdel?

Londinium Worker A : Who knows? Honestly, I haven't a clue what they're trying to do. Why go through so much trouble if they just want to kill everyone?

[Catherine approaches the two workers. ]

Catherine : How sad. Those who betrayed their friends for a better future are soon betrayed by the better future.

Londinium Worker B : ...

Londinium Worker A : No one expected things to turn out like this. You know we didn't mean to...

Catherine : Let me guess—you mean us no harm but handed us to the Defense Forces out of fear. How kind and gentle. You all deserve a medal.

Londinium Worker B : Catherine, we...

Catherine : Save it. I don't have time to dig up old grudges, not that it would help anything anyway. At least you didn't gift wrap my head and Feist's and give them to the Sarkaz.
The question is, what do we do now?

Londinium Worker A : We can hide here. We know the underground passages better than the Sarkaz—

Catherine : That's your plan, Tommy? Live underground for the rest of your life like a talpibeast? Why don't you just go hide in a coffin, then?
I don't blame you for what you did. Given a choice, no one wants to go to war. But war is here now, right here in our homes.
There's nowhere to run.
I ran into a few fellows who said they could get us some decent weapons. I reckon—

[A loud boom reverberates through the underground space. ]

Londinium Worker A : Is that thunder?

Londinium Worker B : Rain would be really nice right now.

<Background shakes>

Londinium Worker A : Why is it shaking? Is Londinium on the move?
But the mobility level is—

Catherine : Something's not right.
Let's head up and see what's happening. Be careful.

<Background 2>

Catherine : ...

Londinium Worker A : What is it, Catherine? You're blocking the window.

「The massive silhouette of The Shard is just visible from here.
The most familiar sight and the pride of all who call Londinium home.
But the annoying yet comforting blankets of clouds above are nowhere to be seen. 」

Catherine : Wait... What's that on top of the Shard?
Take all our supplies and contact everyone we can. We need to move deeper underground now!
Hurry!

「Fifteen minutes earlier...
Silverrock Bluffs, Londinium Outskirts 」

<Background 3>

Duke of Caster : We're approaching Silverrock Bluffs... That means the attacks will start soon.
When I first heard Wellington's plan a few days ago...
Do you know what my initial reaction was?

Flag Officer : You thought it was too ambitious, your Grace?

Duke of Caster : Ambitious? I think you mean crazy.

Flag Officer : Yes... crazy. He wants the entire allied forces committed to the front lines — thirteen dreadnoughts, forty-five assault ships, one hundred seventy-two gunboats...
Eighty-six transports, ten support ships, all our artillery, and one hundred eighty thousand infantry, including the entire reserves.
It wasn't an inquiry or request. It was a notice, almost an order.
The Duke of Wellington has also abandoned the traditional Gaulish formation of multiple battle lines, instead having all fleets form single files to penetrate the Nachzehrer line all at once.
Gododdin and our forces are to be responsible for fire support and clearing out casters in the Sarkaz rear, while Wellington's vanguard charges at the center of the Nachzehrer formation.
The Silverrock Bluffs, currently under Sarkaz control, is a key pass between the Redmane Mountains and the Duskglow River, and a highly defensible position.
The enemy can easily retreat towards Londinium, even if we win the battle.
I would have staunchly opposed the plan, if it was not Wellington who proposed it.

Duke of Caster : But you and the rest of the high commanders eventually consented to it.

Flag Officer : We've seen similar tactics in the military academies. They were the same tactics used in that legendary battle of the War of the Four Nations, in which Duke Wellington fought.
The Victoria and Leithanien alliance split the Gaulish lines into three and quashed their resistance.
That battle put Victorian on a new course for the next several decades.

Duke of Caster : Glorious as it may be, the past is no place to find refuge in.

Flag Officer : Do you also think the Iron Duke has grown old?

Duke of Caster : Wellington is a military genius.
He commands battleships with the same ease and grace as a Leithanian virtuoso. I have never seen anyone quite like him.
He is not one of those fools blindly chasing the glory of the past.
The Sarkaz is not the end, but merely the beginning of the end of the real battle.
As for here and now...
It's not just Wellington who needs a decisive victory.

Flag Officer : The Sarkaz have the Shard, and they have successfully fired it before. They could attack us or anywhere in Victoria at any moment.
However, our war scholars deem any losses from Sarkaz Catastrophe attacks to be within acceptable limits.
Those losses will not compromise our ability to achieve our strategic objective.
The Sarkaz have not refueled Londinium since it deviated from course. The city is immobile as of now.
Once we take the pass at Silverrock Bluffs, the Sarkaz will no longer have a terrain advantage, and the allied fleets will have a clear path to Londinium.
Indeed, if everything goes well–

Duke of Caster : We will be able to end this meaningless stalemate as quickly as possible.
Yet the word "stalemate" isn't an apt description for the Sarkaz and Victoria.
Telegrams from the Caster hold are increasingly impatient. One cannot fault our backers for it. War is far too expensive.
A promise fulfilled too late is a promise unfulfilled.

[Loud noises rumble in the distance. ]

Flag Officer : Are those the cannons of Gastrell going off?
The Duke of Wellington's attack has begun? But it's not time yet.
Your Grace, what's that red light coming from the distance?
That light! It's coming from the top of the Shard!

Duke of Caster : Hail Wellington right now! We must—

<Background 4>

[The Doctor sits upright. ]

Doctor : ... / Ouch...

Amiya : Doctor! Are you okay?

Kal'tsit : The Doctor will be fine. Mon3tr absorbed the brunt of the impact.

Doctor : Where are we? / How are the others?

Kal'tsit : The good news is that we fell into a canyon. Our precise location is uncertain, but we're at least a distance from the worst of the fighting.
Closure, Horn, and Siege have gone out to scout our surroundings. You should be briefed on the specifics soon.
We're still assessing our personnel and equipment losses. Preliminary reports indicate that pre-impact measures were effective and losses are acceptable. Medical and engineering units are already at work.

Amiya : I'm afraid there's been some troubling development.

Doctor : The sky...
It's red.

Kal'tsit : Watch your step and keep up with us, Doctor.

[The ground shakes violently ]

[Sounds of cannonfire and warfare echo throughout Victoria. ]

「Suffering extends its reach to every corner the eye can see.
From the top of the Shard, Originium spreads like a plague, devouring... assimilating.
Buildings, ships, armies... Originium devours all and quickly expands.
An unprecedented calamity indeed, one that puts even the most terrifying Catastrophes to shame.
And yet, an army marches through the roiling Originium crystals, its tattered banner visible even from here.
Suffering is but a marching order for the Sarkaz.
The ever-hungry procession of Sarkaz advances to the horns of wailing...
Sinking their teeth and claws into any enemy they find. 」

「Blood-stained boulders litter the wasteland as far as the eye can see, looking decidedly out of place.
The whipping winds have ceased, giving way to a rising fog.
The withered grass remains unstirred, yet countless tattered bandages already dangle across.
Sarkaz warriors stand in line, soundless and motionless.
Waiting for the embodiment of death and decay, the master of war, their king.
A withered figure emerges from the death-filled fog. 」

<Background 5>

On the hills, he stands.
Through the swamps, he passes.
Out of the fog, he glides, through wind and sand, rising from the withered grass.
And upon the Arts ritual circle he descends.
Tattered stripes of cloth fall to the blood-filled columns, like a bony hand caressing a tombstone.
Only the most seasoned warriors recognize that the Nachzehrer's tattered ribbons, like the banners on Kazdel's walls, belong to generations of ancient Sarkaz tribes.
Their form ragged, their symbols recognizable, but their scent of war unmistakable.

Nezzsalem : ...
Duq'arael, Regent's Crimson, Prince of Blood.
We were never close.
But the contribution that you and your blood made to the war is undeniable.
I bear witness to your glory and shame.
Slayer of the Feranmut in the Mist, Jailer of Time.
Usurper of the Royal Court, Executioner of Kings.
You denied the path that we now walk, as you've denied the meaning of the Black Crown—
But you gave your first and final drop of blood to the Sarkaz.
Your power shall not fade away, nor shall your anger, your hatred, your ambition.

「He spreads his arms wide.
A black fog of decay rises, swallowing every boulder.
Red fades into sand and dirt, vanishing into the mist.
The warriors do not speak, but the earth begins to rumble as ancient witchcraft spreads across the battlefield. 」

<Background fades out>

"War, we nourish you with our best."
"Their blood and bones at your behest"
"We are the living and the dead."
"Together, we march as one."
The black fog dissipates.
A drop of blood forms at the tip of Nezzsalem's staff.
It is the purest blood, the only blood that death and decay cannot touch.

<Background 5>

Salus : ...This is the Blood of Teekaz.
It evoked the call of Amnannam, but was lost in the battle's Arts Circles. The Confessarii searched seventy of them without finding it.
But Nezzsalem, Your Highness, you have found it for the Regent.

「The drop of red liquid drifts toward Salus and enters her wrist. 」

Nezzsalem : Keep it safe, Confessarius.

Salus : Of course. I vow to protect it with all the strength of my bloodline... my life.
The Vampiric Arts Circles are still active...
What of the Sanguinarch of Vampires? The purest bloodline, the cruelest of the sovereigns, the pride of the Sarkaz.
Did he really die so easily? At the hands of the young Banshee and the rabbit?

Nezzsalem : He has not joined the myriad souls, but away has he drifted.

Salus : What a shame to waste so much blood.

Nezzsalem : Meddler of bloodlines. Do not desecrate war and death with your flippant insolence.

Salus : Um...
Apologies, your Highness, I was merely lamenting the loss of the Sanguinarch.

Nezzsalem : Then keep his legacy safe.
His blood will continue the fight with us.

Salus : Of that, I have no doubt, Sovereign of the Withered Court.
The Blood of Teekaz will fulfill its duty. If a mere tremble of Amnannam is enough to burn the heaven red and bring upheaval to the earth...
Then its final descent shall free our fate from the manipulation of Originium, as the myriad souls have so longed for.

Nezzsalem : Fate?
War will crush all obstacles beneath its heel, even fate.

[The Nachzehrer King raises his hand. ]

<Background flashes>

「The Deadwood Throne rises, attended by innumerable war altars, casting a massive shadow on the battlefield.
Silent columns of warriors step into the strange Catastrophe, continuing their advance. 」

Nezzsalem : We will advance before the storm.
Both the living and the dead—
This war belongs to all Sarkaz.

[Thunder booms loudly above ]

<Background flashes>

<Background 6>

Manfred : ...
A new beginning.

Young Officer : Another quote from one of the sovereigns, general?

Manfred : ...No.
I was simply reminded of the furnace at the center of Kazdel.

Young Officer : Oh, the big one. I witnessed many feedings before I came to Londinium.
It is an honor for a fallen warrior to be fed into it, becoming the fire that propels our progress.
But it never seems to be sated. Small wonder. The flames of a revenant's rage only burn stronger.

Manfred : Nadine... would you call the nomadic city by the name of Kazdel your home?

Nadine : What is the meaning behind the question, sir, when the final battle has already begun?
I was raised on the battlefields outside Kazdel. The black rocks and the bones of my fellow Nachzehrer are the only things buried beneath the city's walls and wheels.
Where is home, if not Kazdel?

Manfred : Yes... What other answer could there be?
The future is lined with uncertainties, but this much we know: this war ends where a new beginning emerges.
Have you made contact with Ulšulah?

Nadine : No. They were very thorough in mopping up Brentwood.
Just as you predicted, our casters have picked up the trail of the Feranmut skeleton's movement. They considered attacking Londinium... attacking The Shard directly.

Manfred : I gave them a chance... far too many chances.

Nadine : There is no question that Major Ulšulah has been negligent in her duty. She had better have a good explanation... if she lives to explain.

Manfred : Have you located the skeleton?

Nadine : We have a rough idea of its location, but it will take time to find it on this vast battlefield. Should I take a squad there personally?

Manfred : No. I will.
We will retake the Feranmut's spine, or destroy it. It must not fall into the wrong hands again.

Nadine : You're going yourself?

Manfred : Those mercenaries have interfered too much. They must be eliminated.
Before that, though... we will finish the ritual.

Nadine : Our Nachzehrer ritual? I didn't think you cared much for tradition.

Manfred : Cyclops, Lich, Wendigo, Banshee... more and more have left.
You've never seen these Royal Courts in Kazdel, have you, young Nachzehrer?

Nadine : I suppose not. Other than the Nachzehrer, it's mostly been Vampires. Not the best neighbors, but you start to miss their smell when you spend enough time in Londinium.

Manfred : The blood of the fallen has returned to the earth.
There will be no new Prince of the Crimson Court.
How many sovereigns do the Sarkaz have left?

<Background 7>

「"Bzzzz—"
"Logistics to Command. We've encountered a Catastrophe near Sufrior Chasm."
"At least, I think it's a Catastrophe... we're being drowned in a tide of Originium."
"The ship has lost power. Weapon systems severely damaged... all systems inoperative!"
"Defense systems offline... no response from Arts unit... I repeat, all systems inoperative..."
"Enemy spotted! Taking heavy fire, mobile Arts device... *Bzzt*..."
"Data... automatic record..." 」

[The recording cuts off. ]

"Trilby Asher" : None of these messages made it out.
The entire communications system is scrap. To think that so many have died to protect this little metal box...
...I salute you.
Phew... that bow hurt. I shouldn't take my hat off...
Our foe is unpredictable, aren't they? There's enough intel about The Shard to fill an entire building.
But you and I must take the blame for our present circumstances.

「The man in a hat looks down at his counterpart.
The man on the ground lies motionless, buried to his chest in crystal-filled dirt. But the little box that he clutches in his left hand remains spotless.
The Trilby Asher pulls the rim of his fallen comrade's hat down, covering the face that no one knew to begin with.
It took a little more effort to retrieve the communicator, but war has made him a rather proficient undertaker. 」

"Trilby Asher" : Intel retrieved.
Communications are still being jammed by severe interference.
A little progress is better than nothing, I suppose.

[The Trilby Asher listens to the comms. ]

「"The Duke of Fife and the Sixth Infantry Battalion were ambushed. The landing attempt on the Crumley plate has failed."
"Unable to reach the Duke of Gododdin's scout fleet. Chetleigh has been lost."
"Large-scale unanticipated geological changes across the Silverrock Bluffs front. Active Originium concentration above threshold." 」

[The transmission ends. ]

"Trilby Asher" : No good news.

[The communicator picks up a faint signal. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Are those... troops?
The ID code is—
My, my... what a miracle. I am a lucky man indeed.

[A Sudaram silently approaches from behind... ]

"Trilby Asher" : Hm?

[...and cuts down the Trilby Asher. ]

After operation

Summary

Siege receives intelligence on the Duke of Caster from Trilby Asher, which helps the Rhodes Islanders understand the battlefield and devise their battle plans.
The Exemplars and Rhodes Island join forces to stop the Military Commission from bringing the complete descent of Amnannam.

「Three hours later... 」

<Background 7>

Horn : No sign of the Sarkaz troops.

Siege : The Lifebone is a big target, and we would have left an even bigger trail behind us as we fell. I'm afraid that they'll catch up to us sooner or later.
Closure, can you confirm our position?

Closure : I can only really get an approximate orientation with these maps I've got on hand...

[Closure checks her communicator. ]

Closure : Dammit, still no response.
Ever since the skeleton crashed, all our comms went down with it. My drones can't fly too far either, I've never seen this much interference before.
Wait, I think a drone just found something...
Over there!

<Background fades out and in>

[Closure runs over to the location her drone pinpointed. ]

Closure : ...
What's this? A voice recorder?
Makes sense, I guess. On a battlefield like this, this is the next best way to relay intel, short of just shouting.

Siege : That's the Duke of Caster's crest.

Closure : Lemme have a look—

[Closure turns on the recorder. ]

"Bzzzz—"
"I'm short on time, so I'll make it brief."
"—The Stone of the Sword."
"...has arrived at Silverrock Bluffs."
"But the Sarkaz and their tricks are worse than we thought here at the frontline."
"My advice is head to the battle from the southwest, bring the sword—"
"Bzz—I have honored my vow, so the rest is up to Your Highness—"
"—Bzzzz—"

<Background 4>

Hoederer : No change, no improvement.

W : Can tell your new pal that if it doesn't get back on its ass soon, I'm going to break whatever bones it's got left, one by one?

Ines : It's long dead. Not like it can feel pain. Why not pick something more meaningful to vent about?

Hoederer : The skeleton's voice was already ebbing. After the crash, it had stopped responding altogether.

Ines : The nerve bundles are withering. We've tried everything we can think of. Lubricant, supplements, even some crazy witchcraft I've never heard of before. My verdict is...

Hoederer : Right now, it's nothing more than a colossal and breakable skeleton.

W : It can't be dead dead, can it? I mean, it's already a dead Feranmut, you're telling me it can die again?
Hey Ines, pass me the mine over there, the one wedged between the bones.

Ines : ...Glad you asked, nearly stepped on it.
And also, what kind of psychotic idea do you have this time?

W : Oh, just following your suggestion. I'm gonna go find a proper target to blow up.
Isn't that old friend of yours supposed to be the skeleton whisperer or something? I'm sure she's still got an unbroken rib or two, so she should be able to talk. Maybe. Well, she will if she knows what's good for her.

Hoederer : Ulšulah. She does know plenty of the Feranmut's secrets, and it's clear she hasn't told us everything.
But I have the feeling that she won't be able to help with this particular problem.

Ines : Right.
The source of our troubles is what's hidden in those dark red clouds above our heads.

[Kal'tsit, Amiya, and the Doctor approach the group. ]

Kal'tsit : That's exactly it.

W : Ah, the all-knowing Kal'tsit. Let me guess, you've got even more bad news for us?

Kal'tsit : Regular Catastrophes have no effect on Feranmuts, even if it happens to be one that has been dead for several centuries. The tunnels that it travels in can even drill through time, so how is it that a storm can seal them off?
What's happening here is beyond the scope of a mere Catastrophe.

Amiya : As we were falling, I had a vague feeling.
That the enormous, ancient sentience remaining in these bones... had gone. Gone somewhere I could not touch.

Doctor : It died its true death? / It's free now?

Hoederer : Our connection with it has been severed.
It might only be temporary, but if we take too long, we might lose control over it for good.

Kal'tsit : Your deduction is correct. Upon his inspection, Logos confirmed that the Sarkaz witchcraft cast upon this skeleton is being disrupted by a massive source of energy.
It seems the Vampire's ritual was completed. The Confessarius... Qui'sartuštaj is aiding Theresis, and has achieved what the Sarkaz could not for millennia.
(Ancient Sarkaz language) "Amnannam". An ancient wound that refuses to heal, the Cunabula of Suffering.

W : Mind skipping to the part we can actually understand? I don't have all day.

Kal'tsit : It was the first curse, just as it was the first Originium.

W : Isn't that just a legend? You know, the made-up kind in the storybooks that Hoederer loves to read.

Kal'tsit : Legends are a shadow of reality, despite all the untruths and half-lies painted over them. To say nothing of the fact that this is a Sarkaz legend. A Teekaz legend.

W : Sounds to me like Theresis is cooking up some real serious beastshit to hang over Victoria.

Kal'tsit : I fear that this, too, is the reason he chose Londinium as his base of operations. The Shard's ability to influence Catastrophes and Originium is already sufficient for it to become Amnannam's beacon.
Across all of Terra, as it is now, this is the one place that it can descend.

W : Well, out with it then, how do we wreck the thing?

Kal'tsit : At Terra's current level of technology, there is nothing we can do.

[Logos approaches them. ]

Logos : The only good news is that it has not yet fully descended.

Amiya : Have you figured something out, Logos?

Logos : The drop of blood that the Vampire possesses, the one he calls the Blood of Teekaz... It is still fulfilling its duty.
The reason why Amnannam is able to leap across millennia and descend once more is because of his prayer.
The blood's master has fallen, but the connecting veins hold steady.
If we are to prevent the reemergence of Amnannam on this land, we must break the Vampire's curse, quelling the hatred that resides in this drop of blood.

Amiya : I think... I can give it a try.

Logos : I was blighted in battle with the Vampire, and its influence on me has not yet waned. By virtue of this, I am able to sense where the Blood of Teekaz is.
It is at the rear of the Nachzehrer army.

Kal'tsit : It will likely be protected in a Confessarius altar and heavily guarded. The amount of time required to break through the entire Nachzehrer defensive line would be too much.

Doctor : We could cross the Redmane Mountains, bypassing most of the warzone.

Kal'tsit : Taking that route carries a similar risk to storming the battlefield.
Our observational reports indicate that the Redmane Mountains have been completely transformed by Amnannam's influence. They are now blanketed in active Originium. I need not remind you of its extreme danger.
But... it might be possible.
Shining has gone ahead to seek out Qui'sartuštaj, and if things go well for her, she will be able to come to our aid.

Amiya : I support the Doctor's decision. It's the plan that saves us the most time.
If we keep delaying until the Amnannam Dr. Kal'tsit speaks of completes its descent, and is used by Theresis as a weapon...
Then we will have lost any chance we might have had to turn the tide.
Even if there are risks, we must forge ahead.
I'll need your help, W.

W : You need some hands to guard this pile of bones, right, bunny?

Amiya : Right.
This skeleton is crucial to our next operation. Besides, Hoederer needs it too.

Hoederer : There's no doubt that the Military Commission has been watching us ever since we crashed.
The way I see it, it makes no sense to hand back something we fought so hard to steal in the first place.
Give me a time frame. The time now is... 18: 00.

Kal'tsit : Three days.
The surrounding terrain has been completely transformed. We will need to pass through a wasteland filled with unknown dangers.
Given also the fact that battles with be inevitable in our journey, I estimate at least three days to handle the Blood of Teekaz.
An immobile skeleton makes for an extremely conspicuous objective. Guarding this site will not necessarily be easier than the raid you carried out on it.

Doctor : I propose that Ascalon stay behind and help protect the Lifebone.

Ascalon : But my job is to stay by your side and keep you safe, Doctor.
During the Sanguinarch's attack, it was my error that led to your injury, a dangerous mistake I do not intend on repeating.

Doctor : The Lifebone is vital, and Manfred is likely to order an assault.

Doctor : You understand him well.

Ascalon : ...

Kal'tsit : I agree. The Sarkaz will be reliant on their commander personally overseeing the battle and making decisions. If you are able to stem Manfred's advance, then that might relieve pressure on the mercenaries.

Ascalon : I will respect your decision.

W : What about the gang of useless Victorians? Are they going with you?

[Siege approaches them. ]

Siege : We will head to the front lines at Silverrock Bluffs.

W : Wait, are you saying you want to lead just a couple thousand men, some of whom are civilians who've barely held a weapon, straight into battle with the Nachzehrer army?

Siege : You have your legends, Sarkaz, and we have ours.
We have the Sighs of Kings, the blade that can cleave Catastrophe in twain.
Since the Sarkaz have controlled the storm, then it's time that this sword plays its part.

Kal'tsit : You have been contacted by the Duke of Caster.

Siege : An invitation to be precise.
It is as we surmised. Since the Sarkaz started their strange... doings, the Victorians, or rather, the ducal alliance have been heavily hit.
Caster, no, any Grand Duke ought to have figured out exactly the kind of circumstances Victoria has found herself in.
We've all seen those altars spewing that red light, or any light for that matter. As it stands, Londinium and all the battlefields surrounding it have become a giant Arts Circle.
This is how the Sarkaz fight. Not like Leithanien. Not like Ursus. Not like any other nation's tactics that we are familiar with.
The Trilby Ashers will have told Caster that all the intelligence they have gathered so far is useless when it comes to Sarkaz tactics.
The Sighs of Kings... No longer will this piece of steel I hold in my hand be merely a leverage to get Caster back to the negotiation table. It will turn the tide of war, bringing true change to the battlefield.
None of us knows when the next Catastrophe will strike.
I don't know what form Caster's "Stone of the Sword" will take, but no matter if it's a square room on wheels or an odd contraption on an officer's back, I'll find it.
If we can quiet these storms, then I dare say that the battle will become somewhat more evenly matched.

Kal'tsit : From Sufrior Chasm to the front line at Silverrock Bluffs... It will take you two days, even if you follow the road that the dukes have cleared from the Westbound Forest to Gibsonham.
The Duke of Caster would be more than happy to snatch away the Sighs of Kings, if afforded the opportunity. It will allow her to lead the dukes in this difficult war, and move her one step closer to the throne.
And she will not be the only one attempting to do so.

Siege : I am aware.
The Duke of Windermere has died in combat, and her troops have retreated from battle.
If any other duke withdraws their forces, the scales of war will be tipped even more against us. The war will drag on, Londinium's restoration will be delayed, and more blood will be shed.
For Sarkaz and Victorian alike, this is the battle that will determine our ultimate fate.
And as for us... We are the Exemplars.
Wherever a miracle is needed the most, is where we will be.
Besides, if this sword really can calm storms as the legends say, I daresay it would help speed along your journey to Londinium, after all this.

Kal'tsit : Closure?

[Closure replies via transceiver. ]

Closure : How'd you know I was done with my preparations?
To keep things short, your ever-reliable Chief Engineer Closure and her team have come up with seven different plans to get around the comms interference.
This equipment of mine has also started analyzing that super-Catastrophe's trends and impacts.
Originium triggered reactions always leave a trail, no matter how intense they are... things like dust concentration, activity index, and then there's spread conditions—
Well, I'm sorry to say that all these metrics are pretty high, as expected, so we can't tell what's going to happen in the most dangerous regions.
But we can deduce which parts of the battlefield are safer. Relatively.
That is, of course, if we can go deeper into the heart of this battle and obtain more data.
Misery's agreed to be our bodyguard, but since you guys are already heading over to where there's most action going on, I figured we might as well tag along.
So... could we trouble the Exemplars to look after us?

Siege : Gladly, we are duty-bound.

Closure : Making sure that things don't get any worse is Rhodes Island's mission, right, Kal'tsit?

[The transmission ends. ]

Kal'tsit : Thank you, Closure.
...Doctor.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Let's both go with Amiya.

Amiya : Our path might be the most dangerous one of all.
But I'll keep you safe, Doctor... Just like always.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Could I go with Siege and Closure?

Siege : Thank you for trusting in us, Doctor.
Your command experience will be most valuable.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'd prefer to stay here with the skeleton.

W : You're serious?
You do realize that with the bunny and the crone's pet gone, I can pretty much do whatever I want, right?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : ...

Kal'tsit : I know you fear for the safety of each and every operator, which makes you hesitant to choose.
But the truth is that I need you to come with me.

Doctor : So we can go behind enemy lines together? / So we can deal with the altar problem?

Kal'tsit : There is no changing what we will face during our final confrontation.
Originium has shaped the history of the Sarkaz, just as it will shape the futures of us all.
Perhaps you still have misgivings about why Rhodes Island must intervene in this war. I did not have the opportunity to explain in the past, and nor could I give you a precise answer.
I have never doubted that the dark clouds above the Shard concealed some dreadful unknown. Yet when it has revealed itself, as it has now, I still find myself confronted by... mixed emotions.
I'm not one to explore the subject of fate, especially not yours and mine.
But now, fate has reared its head, and is coming our way.

Doctor : Kal'tsit... / You don't sound like your usual self.

Kal'tsit : ...
Originium's effects are far beyond any of our comprehension.

Doctor : Our? Even yours?

Kal'tsit : Of course.
Dr. {nickname}... I hope...
No, I believe...
I believe that you are still the one who can change everything.

Amiya : I've never had any doubts, either.
Doctor, I think should get going now.

Doctor : Alright. / Let's go.

W : Not gonna ask me for a twenty-one-gun salute?

Amiya : Take care, W.

W : Look, little bunny, I'm not like the sheep over there. I'm real hard to kill.

Siege : The Exemplars are ready.

Amiya : Glad to hear it, Siege.
Remember everyone, time is of the essence.
Every minute, every second on this battlefield... There will be people who are suffering because of Originium.

Doctor : Our mission is clearer than ever.

Doctor : Stop the spreading of Originium. / Stop Amnannam.

Amiya : Right.
And then, we plunge into the darkest depths of the fog.

Siege : To Londinium.

W : We'll bomb that tower and grab Terra's biggest bastard out of the rubble.

Amiya : We'll stop the disaster before us, and any more yet to come.

Operation story: 14-3

Before operation

Summary

The Rhodes Islanders search for the Blood of Teekaz, a key influence on Amnannam, only to find themselves greeted by familiar faces and chased down by a Sudaram.

「Thirteen hours into the operation... 」

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : The further we go, the more dire the situation becomes.
Freshly-rent canyons, diverted rivers... pathways that withstood the weight of great normadic cities, now torn, distorted, warped beyond recognition.
The maps of the past are now no more than scrap paper. Every trail must be charted anew.

Logos : There is no doubt that the Blood of Teekaz lies this way, though. Our bond yet hums.

Kal'tsit : The closer we get to the heart of the battlefield, the higher the rate that Originium integrates with all information.
The rocks, the soil, the waters, the peoples... Originium's influence has its clutch around virtually everything on Terra, yet perhaps we have long forgotten the fundamental principles of how it works.

Doctor : What did you mean by "information" just now, Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : ...
Perhaps you shall find out rather soon, Doctor.
Or maybe... No, never mind.
Objectively speaking, this Originium contaminated terrain does give a tactical advantage to Theresis's military operations. In contrast, the Victorian front is all but shattered.
But this level of Originium activity still pales in comparison to the Catastrophe strike earlier.
Theresis will never use Originium so recklessly just to gain a slight tactical advantage, this much I know of him. He knows the consequences.

Doctor : Sounds like we're in for a difficult journey.

[There is sound of rumbling tires in the distance ]

Amiya : There's a vehicle heading this way!

Logos : "HALT".

<Background flashes>

「The truck shudders to a STOP as several familiar faces hop off. 」

"Shopkeep" : Master Banshee, and... and the King of Sarkaz.

"Miner" : I told you we shouldn't have taken this road! We can't run away now!

"Driver" : Well, it's not like they're bad guys...

Amiya : You... Weren't you supposed to stay at the Lifebone?

"Shopkeep" : Ah, well, I... I-I'll be honest, here...
Master Banshee, Your Highness, we were scared. Terrified. Having to stay inside that skeleton, not knowing who or what might come running over the hills to attack us. So we ran...
I-I know that desertion is a crime! But... we were never going to be any use, were we?
So I beseech you, milord, Your Highness, p-please don't execute us! We'll happily take the whip instead! However many lashings you wish!

Amiya : I'm not going to execute you, and I never demanded that you fight for me.
If you want to go, then you may go.

"Shopkeep" : Oh, thank you, thank you so much, Your Highness! You are wise and merciful and—

"Driver" : Can we three go along with you?

"Shopkeep" : Shh! Say no more! Her Highness has already done us an incredible kindness by sparing our lives, and you would still demand more of her?

"Driver" : Don't be a fool, Shopkeep. How much of a chance do you think the three of us and that broken truck's got? We'd probably get blown up by a bomb, or worse.
Your Highness, this is just my humble request, but please get us off this battlefield. I'll give you everything I have. As long as these two live. I... I'll swear my undying fealty to you.

Amiya : You... No, that's not the issue here. If you were to follow us, I'm sorry to say that it would be just as dangerous.
What do you think we should do, Doctor?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I can't imagine they'll survive the battlefield on their own.

Amiya : Hmm...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : They might expose our whereabouts to the Military Commission.

"Shopkeep" : No, no! We would never!
I swear, we will never be mercenaries ever again! On our lives!

Amiya : Now that you've mentioned it, Doctor, I think it would be more prudent if they came with us.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Their ride's not bad, we could commandeer it.

Amiya : Doctor... Do you really want to do that...?
I see... you're just trying to liven the mood.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : Very well then, Driver. We can travel together for a while.
After we pass through the warzone, you should leave Victoria once and for all.

"Miner" : Thank you.

"Driver" : My deepest gratitude. And please use our transport, it should carry us far enough.

"Shopkeep" : O K-K-King of Sarkaz, you are a most magnanimous soul, and I truly do not know how I could repay this kindness of yours—

Logos : The coin.

"Shopkeep" : Huh?

Logos : The coin I gave you.

"Shopkeep" : Ah, I completely forgot about that, haha, good thing I didn't drop it. Here, for you, milord!
I was wrong to beg it of you! It was my honor to serve, Banshee Lord. How could I have expected payment for such a privilege?

Logos : ...

Doctor : I think they're scared of you. / You really wanted your coin back.

Logos : I hope you don't think me a miser.
I need to ensure that they are not imposters.
You need not fear, I hold no malice against you.

「Logos moves his finger, and the coin in his palm vanishes, only to reappear in the Shopkeep's hand in a heartbeat.
The shopkeep stares, first at the hand capable of quaking the earth and shaking mountains with a single pen stroke, then at the coin in his own hand, and finally back at the deadpan Banshee, unsure of how to react. 」

"Shopkeep" : Was that... a magic trick?
Haha, how delightful! You are a man of many talents, sire!
I... Well, I better go help Driver start the car!

[The Shopkeep runs off. ]

Logos : ...

Doctor : A most interesting performance. / Tough crowd, huh?

Logos : I saw Scout and Outcast demonstrate it several times, but I could never quite get the movements right. It is my lack of skill that made for a lackluster effect.

Doctor : I've never seen that side of you. / Are you a bit of a jokester?

Logos : Doctor, there are times when I also regret the fact that many of our shared memories have disappeared into the ether.

Doctor : We never did talk about the past much... / I suppose the right time never came up.

Logos : If we ever find ourselves time to reminisce after this ordeal, perhaps you will be pleasantly surprised by the anecdotes of your past.
But for now, we must go.

<Background fades out and in>

[Amiya looks around. ]

Amiya : There's... no sound here.
This stillness is... strange. I can't hear the sound of our breathing or the vehicle's engine. I can't even hear my own heartbeat.
Is this some kind of Originium Arts? Could someone have blocked all sounds in the vicinity to conceal themselves?

Logos : No, Amiya. Listen carefully.
It is not that sound has forsaken this place. Instead, there is a great, tremendous roar, so great that it drowns out its lessers.
It is the deafening cry of death itself.

Amiya : Look, over there!
That leaf...

「A leaf hangs from the lowest branch, its surface tinted with vibrant yet bizarre colors, like the work of a haphazard artist or sunlight reflecting off a puddle of grease. 」

Doctor : Like the vestiges of some sort of Arts. / ... / Like some kind of fungal infection.

Logos : ...
It is rotting.
Decay unhinges its maw, gnawing at all in its sight, leaving behind only iridescent bite marks.

「Within a few seconds, the sprightly yet strange coloration spreads across the entire plant and even onto other bushes.
The once succulent leaves become drips of foaming liquid, leaving behind only bare vein networks quivering in the wind.
Just like a finbeast's skeleton after its flesh has been picked clean, unceremoniously discarded.
The wind rises, as if wanting to tear at their skin.
It is the sigh of an unsatiated beast. 」

Amiya : Logos, the marsh!

<Background flashes>

「Silver incantations flow forth, plunging into the depths of the marsh. 」

<Background flashes>

[Logos' Arts explodes the area. ]

Doctor : Did you manage to stop it?

Logos : ...No.

「The muffled sound of water sloshing ripples from the marsh, echoing about in the deathly silence.
The sound of a foot pulling from the ooze, then stepping down again. Steady, unseen steps churn the muddy water, slopping it to the shore. 」

Amiya : Prepare for battle. Stay where I can see you, Doctor!

<Background flashes>

「Black Arts shoot into the marsh, but the burst of sound quickly dies down, as though swallowed up.
The steps begin again, their rhythm unchanging, their resolve unyielding.
A tattered hem floats above the surface of the water as ripples crash into ripples, becoming a chaotic jumble of lines and shapes. 」

[The monster screeches. ]

??? : ...

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : (Cautious growl)

<Background flashes>

「A dazzling beam of light spews forth from Mon3tr's mouth, but the shining lance is lost amidst the dark swamp.
The slow sloshing changes. 」

??? : Hah—

「A series of hurried footsteps erupt in the silence, and all lost sounds return once more. A brilliant cacophony, an ear-splitting din. 」

[Mon3tr clashes against the warrior. ]

??? : ...
Death... has come for you all.

"Shopkeep" : Stay back, you... whatever you are!

"Driver" : Look out!

[The warrior screeches. ]

Logos : "CAGE".

[Logos' Arts bind the warrior. ]

Logos : A Sudaram...
A burial shroud, still wrapped around a corpse.

Kal'tsit : His body has already rotten away. Conventional attacks will have no real effect.
This is a form of witchcraft innate to the Nachzehrer, or possibly... an ancient tradition.
Nachzehrers devour life to nourish their bodies, but all bodies have an end.
Once at the cusp of that end, powerful Nachzehrers will nourish weaker ones with their flesh, gaining unfathomable speed and strength in return, alongside witchcraft energy that no ordinary body could bear.
In so doing, they become even more powerful creatures, while their nourishment allows the Nachzehrer society to sustain and grow. Just as fallen leaves nourish the land, and the land supports new lives. An eternal cycle.

Logos : "FLOOD".

<Background flashes>

「The muddy waters of the swamp rise swiftly, like a curtain, immersing the Nachzehrer up to his torso.
At the same time, incantations wend and weave their way around the group, holding back the rot's incessant bite. 」

Amiya : Over there! Quick! We'll head into the forest!

<Background 2>

[The group run into the forest. ]

Logos : Don't step on the mud.

<Background flashes black>

「With the swamp rising, or perhaps the mist sinking, the dark ground becomes a gaping mouth, trying to engulf all. The group struggles through the mire, each breath growing more labored.
A singular thought seizes the collective mind: living is a tedious and futile effort compared to the peaceful, eternal slumber that awaits if they simply turned around and embraced death. 」

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, protect the Doctor.

Mon3tr : (Urgent growl)

Amiya : He's here!

「The only sound they can hear is the whistling of the corroded blade as it swings down.
The Nachzehrer, the one who walks alongside death, has arrived before them. 」

<Background flashes black>

Sudaram : —

[The Sudaram slashes Mon3tr with his giant blade. ]

Mon3tr : (Piercing cry)

Amiya : Did Mon3tr... also feel the pain?

Logos : All life withers before his Arts.
If we are caught in the Nachzehrer's witchcraft, our life force will be sapped to become its nourishment.

[The Sudaram disappears in the blink of an eye. ]

Amiya : He's fast!
Did he come from the mud or drop from a tree?

Kal'tsit : Either is possible.
From life to death, from blossom to wither, they draw upon the entire life cycle, turning it into seeds that produce new Nachzehrers.

Amiya : I can feel it, the unending flow of witchcraft energy flooding towards us.
And not just from the enemy before us... From the marsh, amidst the trees. It's everywhere.

Logos : We have been wrapped in the Nachzehrer's shroud.
By his hands, death hangs above our very heads.
Only by tearing apart this barrier of witchcraft can we defeat him.

"Shopkeep" : *whimpers* ...Miner, am I about to die?

"Miner" : ...

"Driver" : He's tired, Shopkeep. Here, hold on to me so we don't get separated. I...

<Background pulses>

Amiya : Driver! Hold my hand! Whatever you do, don't fall!

"Driver" : I...

Amiya : She's fading out of consciousness! I can't hold her up much longer!

Kal'tsit : Ordinary healing techniques won't help. Nachzehrer witchcraft is devouring us all.

<Background pulses>

"Driver" : Lea... Leave me.
I'll only... hold you back...
*gasp* You can let go of us.
I know that if it wasn't for us... you and Sir Banshee could fight... more easily...

Amiya : No.
I promised that I would get you out of the battlefield. We're in this together.

"Driver" : Is that... so?
Good.

Logos : The scent of blood. It pervades the air.

Amiya : It's Driver and the others' wounds...

Logos : No. This blood is... witchcraft.

Amiya : Huh?
As in... a Vampire? This forest has Nachzehrers and Vampires?

「A thin fog of blood floats all around them.
This is entirely different from the Prince of Blood's Arts they witnessed before. It is subtle, like delicate strands of silk nearly smothered by the all-encompassing mist of decay around them.
But it is these silken strands that slightly stir the stagnant air. 」

Logos : Amiya, feel the flow of wind.

[Logos prepares to casts his Arts. ]

Logos : I will expose the weave of this shroud and locate its weakest point.

Amiya : Got it.

「Black Arts gather before Amiya's body, condensing into a spear.
Logos raises his hand, pointing at the depths of the thick fog. 」

Logos : "PIERCE".

[Logos' attack hits the hidden Sudaram. ]

Sudaram : (Dull growl)
Herald of death.
You... resist the spread of the rot.
But... to no avail.
In the end, death...
Will claim your corpse.

Logos : I have never once doubted that.
"DISPERSE".

<Background flashes>

「His giant blade falls, sticking into the soil like a gravestone.
The Nachzehrer's shroud flutters and billows.
In an instant, his imposing figure disintegrates, leaving behind only several tattered strips of cloth gently falling to the ground. 」

"Shopkeep" : Is-Is he dead?
I can finally breathe—

「Clack clack.
It's the sound of bone scraping against bone.
A withered hand stretches out of the mud. 」

"Shopkeep" : Eh? Ahh—!

"Driver" : Watch out.

[The Driver casts her Arts and destroys the hand. ]

"Shopkeep" : It fell apart...?

"Driver" : Looks like it to me.

"Shopkeep" : *phew* When'd you become such a badass, Driver?

"Driver" : Shouldn't we keep going, Your Highness?

Amiya : Yes. It's best we leave at once, before the Nachzehrer reawakens and catches up to us again.

<Background 3>

[Amiya walks towards an Arts Circle. ]

Amiya : I wasn't expecting a vampiric Arts Circle here.

Kal'tsit : It is still working.

Amiya : Those vampiric Arts that suddenly appeared as we were fighting the Sudaram... Was it because of this Circle?

Kal'tsit : I'm afraid it's not that simple.
I'm sure you're well aware, Amiya, that those Arts were cast by a Vampire.

[Something squelches. ]

Amiya : Perhaps... a descendent of a Vampire?
I assume that while the Sanguinarch has been taken off the battlefield, the gifts he bestowed will not so easily fade away.
It doesn't matter. I'll do my best to put these corrupted lives to rest, as I've done before.
Logos, could you please assist me—

Logos : ...Amiya.

「The sound becomes ever clearer, coming from behind the bloodstained boulders. It is the sound of limbs dragging across the ground, a sound that they've heard countless times in previous battles.
Amiya notices the expression on Logos's face.
He looks not at the stone columns, but at Amiya, a trace of emotion flitting across his eyes.
It is sorrow. Amiya recognizes it instantly.
She has felt sorrow countless times since the war began, sometimes from an enemy, but mostly... from her companions. 」

Amiya : Driver.

[The Driver steps out from behind the boulder, with blood-coloured worms sprouting out of her like a Sarkaz Heirbearer ]

"Driver" : ...
Your Highness.

Amiya : When did it happen? Was it while we were fighting the Nachzehrer?

"Driver" : Yes.
When we left the skeleton, I brought along a rock that the Military Commission had ordered us to transport.
I thought since it made us stronger before, it might come in handy in a battle.
It really did help, right?
I never dared to imagine that I could fight alongside you and defeat that strange enemy.

Kal'tsit : You used a blood crystal left behind by a Vampire.
Did you pierce your body with it? No, that wouldn't have induced such a drastic change.
You swallowed some fragments.
You willingly accepted Duq'arael's blood and Arts.

"Driver" : I've always had the Vampire bloodline, even though it's pretty faint by now... But I could still sense the Sanguinarch's call, even if it felt nothing more like a whisper.
I've seen those worms crawl out of Sarkaz corpses before, so there's no need to pity me for not knowing the consequences.
Instead of dying in the gutter like a real worm without so much as a yelp, I rather accept this power and die on the battlefield. Like a real Sarkaz.
This isn't a spur-of-the-moment decision. A few months ago, while driving aimlessly through the wilderness, I heard a broadcast about what was happening in Londinium...
And somehow, I just drove all the way here.
Shopkeep says I read too many stories about knights... That's rubbish. Everyone knows that Kazdel doesn't need knights.
I just wanted to know if there was a real path in life that I could follow, one with a proper end. If I could give some meaning to my life without just wasting it.
And then I met you. 'The path of the King of Sarkaz is the path for me.' We—gah—We fought alongside each other on this path. Like you said, we're in this together.
And now, the fighting's stopped. At least, for now. My buddies are still alive.
Your Highness, you can deal with me as you see fit.

[The Shopkeep runs over. ]

"Shopkeep" : D-Deal with you? What are you all talking about?
Driver, why've you become like... like...?

"Driver" : Real scary, aren't I?

"Shopkeep" : ...
Your Highness, please, I beg of you, help her! A-And, Lord Banshee, sire, I humbly return this coin to you. It is the only thing of worth I have.

Logos : Witchcraft is the trigger to her condition, not the cause.
There is nothing I, Amiya, and even Dr. Kal'tsit could do to reverse the changes.

"Shopkeep" : Then what are you going to do? Don't tell me you're going to kill her like you killed those red worms?

"Driver" : Stand aside, Shopkeep. This was my decision.
Your Highness, I heard that... in the past, the greatest warriors of the Sarkaz, right before they died, could request that the King grant them a vision.
I don't know if *cough* if I count or not.

Amiya : ...

「Amiya raises her hand.
Black Arts coalesce at her fingertips.
A desperate smile emerges on the Driver's face as she unconsciously looks at the top of the Cautus's head, searching for the legendary Black Crown. 」

"Driver" : My... King...
What will I see? I just hope... it won't be me driving that piece of junk around Kazdel, haha.

Amiya : Driver, can you tell me your name? Your real one.

"Driver" : Is this part of the ceremony too?

Amiya : Well... If I knew your name, it would be a lot easier.

"Driver" : ...Maryla. A common name.

Amiya : (Kazimierzian) Maryla.
Sorry, I never stayed in Kazimierz for long, so my pronunciation might be off.

"Driver" : No, it's good. It's been so long since anyone called my name so gently, ever since my mother died.

Amiya : Maryla, I refuse your request.

"Driver" : You won't grant me a vision? I suppose... I was never a warrior to begin with.

Amiya : No, that's not it. I refuse to let you die here, by my hand, Maryla.
You have not become the Vampire's creation.
Your looks have changed, but I don't sense you becoming any more evil or bloodthirsty.
And even if you are showing a bit more of your ancient bloodline, you're still you.
You do not deserve punishment, nor should I be the one to give you your honor.

"Driver" : But you are the King of Sarkaz...

Amiya : Please, call me Amiya.
Miss Maryla, I've had my share of worries because your team, er, isn't comprised of Rhodes Island operators.
I was thinking earlier about how we could get along with you three. But in truth, it wasn't a problem at all.
If you wish to fight alongside us for our common goal, then I welcome you with open arms.

The young Cautus keeps her arms outstretched, her blue eyes blinking.
The Sarkaz woman grasps her slender fingers.
Despite not feeling much sorrow, two rows of scarlet tears still flow down her cheeks.

<Background fades out and in>

Kal'tsit : ...

Doctor : Were you watching Amiya?

Kal'tsit : She's changed a lot these past few years.

Doctor : She's become more mature. / She's always been a good leader.

Logos : The core of the Vampire's ritual has changed.
It is no longer just a tool to amplify the strength of the Sarkaz, nor a simple collector of energy.

Kal'tsit : It is deepening the Sarkaz bloodlines' bond with Originium... with Amnannam.
The Blood of Teekaz is playing a role in this somehow.
The strength of the Sarkaz bloodlines acts as a direct catalyst to the Originium’s spread. In turn, the information within Originium empowers the bloodlines, changing their powers and other traits.

Doctor : The effect of these Arts seems familiar.

Doctor : Didn't Salus merge a lot of bloodlines? / Confessarii are skilled at bringing out the power in bloodlines.

Kal'tsit : We must be ready.
The threat that Amnannam represents... may very well be far greater than anything we expected.

After operation

Summary

Led by Siege, the Exemplars arrive in Gibsonham, where Horn and Bagpipe reunite. Their reunion is abruptly interrupted by an unexpected visitor: the Duke of Gododdin.

<Background Black>

「Twenty-three hours into the operation... 」

<Background 4>

[Siege smashes through the rubble with her hammer. ]

Siege : The route ahead has been cleared.

[Misery replies via transmission. ]

Misery : I'll continue scouting the Sarkaz army's movements. Haven't found any trace of them yet.

Siege : Thank you, Misery. Continue to set up those sentry posts.
Morgan, found any surviving Victorian soldiers where you're at?

[Morgan replies via transmission. ]

Morgan : I'm afraid not.
Nothing but Originium crystals here.
We haven't run into any Victorian troops, corpses, or wrecks since we entered the Westbound Forest.

Indra : Dammit! We can tell there's been a bloody huge battle, so where've all the people gone?

Dagda : The terrain here keeps changing. Maybe the ground... ate them all up.

Siege : ...
We cannot underestimate the tenacity of the people. It is only because there are those who refuse to give up that the Exemplars even exist.
It's why we're here in the first place.
Shearer, keep the medics ready to receive any army remnants and civilians.

[Sharer replies via transmission. ]

Shearer : We've got extra supplies, so no need to worry on that front.
The bad news is that with so many Infected among our troops now, it's almost impossible to distinguish between infected and uninfected soldiers.

Siege : I'd like your professional opinion on that matter. Would registering the Infected help our men or not?

Shearer : Funny you should ask. "Registering the Infected"... That might have been the first thing they taught me at the military academy.
But where we stand now, I'd say there's no real sense to it.

Siege : I see. Then let's stop registering them.
Just try your best to provide everyone, infected or not, with Rhodes Island's recommended protective measures.
The rest... is not up to us anymore, at least not for now.
Let's all focus on surviving this war first. Then we can worry about the wars to come.

[Siege ends the transmission. ]

Rockrock : Oh, my drone's back.

[Rockrock's drone flies down towards them. ]

Rock-18 : —

[Rockrock deactivates the drone and examines it. ]

Rockrock : How awful, the entire propulsion system has been clotted up by crystal dust.
Based on monitored data, environmental Originium concentration is still fluctuating wildly.

Closure : Send me that data you just got, Rockrock. We've got a new iteration of our Originium activation trend model, and I want to see if our calculations fit real-world data.

[Rockrock transmits the data to Closure using her terminal. ]

Closure : Ugh, looks like there's not enough data to do that. The trend of this curve... Let's wait for Viktor's team to finish off that diffractometer analysis report, then we should be able to calculate the safe areas in real-time.
This place freaks me out. It's like one minute it's deadly quiet, the next there's some terrifying Originium mountain pushing its way up out of the dirt. The safe areas keep changing.
Although we've managed to reestablish short-range comms after working our asses off, if you go even a step out of range, all that interference'll just get in the way again.
Good thing I planned ahead and asked Raidian for her Arts Unit before we left for Londinium. After a little copy and paste, I made a knockoff version. It's not as good as the real deal, but it should help.
Once we've got these portable communications towers up, we'll be able to transmit the locations of the safe areas to anyone on the battlefield who needs them.

Siege : This information will save many lives.

Closure : Well, yeah. That's what Rhodes Island does.

[Siege turns on her transceiver. ]

Siege : Horn, status update.

Horn : We've successfully arrived at Gibsonham. It's the last supply point before we reach the front at Silverrock Bluffs.
The reconnaissance team's already made their initial scouting report. Looks like there are traces of the ducal armies here. Must have passed through on the way to the front a few days ago.
I think we can confirm at this point that the route Trilby Asher provided is safe.

Siege : Is there anyone in town?

Horn : The streets are empty, but I can sense the flicker of shadows and the smell of food.
We decided against contact to avoid unneeded misunderstandings.

Siege : Understood. We'll rendezvous with you as soon as we can.

[Siege ends the transmission. ]

Siege : It's getting dark.
Seems like everything's going smoothly. Best we let our fighters get some rest and some hot soup in them.

Closure : Remember to save some for my team! They'll be taking a while longer to get back after their work is done. Rockrock and I still have to head over to Feist...
I'm not sure if we'll be able to double our communication range by nightfall, but we'll do our best to finish ASAP.

Siege : No need to worry, we'll save the best for your people.

Closure : ...It's all just the same canned provisions though, right?

Rockrock : Would you like some engine oil for dressing then?

Closure : Oi!

Siege & Rockrock : Hahahahaha!

Siege : All units, continue onwards until you reach Gibsonham.
I hope things can be as peaceful tonight as things are now.

<Background 5>

[Siege and Delphine walk through Gibsonham. ]

Siege : All the houses seem to be empty. Have the residents gone into hiding?

Delphine : Gibsonham's not far from the dukes' defense line, so I doubt the Sarkaz ever fully captured it, not to mention that the ducal armies just passed through a few days ago.
Horn's caution is warranted, though. There might be some scattered ducal troops who want to reconvene with the main army and decided to camp out here first.
Although Trilby Asher's helping us out with his advice, Victoria's never exactly been a model for unity.
Not to mention the... complicated nature of the Exemplars. I dare say there are a few old-fashioned military nobles who would rather not tolerate our very existence.

Siege : I see, then let's show them the full scale of our forces. It'll deter those with ulterior motives and alert anyone who needs our help of our arrival.

「The rumbling of traveling tanks reverberates through the quiet night, the low roar of the engines forceful yet steady.
The soldiers cautiously advance, observing their surroundings, but still, all they see are pitch-black windows and doorways. 」

Delphine : It doesn't look like they want to make first contact.

Siege : That's fine, as long as it means we can get along—

[Something metallic clangs faintly. ]

Horn : Wait, I hear something. From the building to the front and left.
That's the sound of artillery shell casings falling on the ground!

Siege : An ambush?
On your guard, everyone. I'll lead a team to scout ahead.

Horn : First Squad, Second Squad, follow my lead!

[Siege and the others enter the building. ]

「There are no signs of life in the abandoned factory.
Contrary to expectation, there is no sound of an explosion following the fallen casings. 」

<Background 6>

Delphine : Are you sure that was falling casings, Horn?

Horn : Absolutely sure. That's a special model only allocated to elite Victorian troops.

Siege : No traces of anyone living here—

Horn : Don't move, Siege.

「Siege carefully puts her foot down back to where it was.
Horn points at a thin tripwire, barely visible against the ground. 」

Horn : Nicely concealed, what with the surrounding piping obstructing the view. Real tricky to spot.

Siege : A booby trap?

Horn : No... It's not linked to any explosives, just a simple alarm system. Based on how they've installed it, I'd say they're military.

Delphine : Should we try to initiate contact?

Siege : Yes. Everyone, get behind us, and prepare to engage.

Delphine : Hello, we don't mean any harm!
Our unit's called the—

[A hidden door suddenly opens. ]

Horn : A secret passage!
Get ready to enter! Stay behind my shield!

[An injured Victorian soldier runs out of hiding and into the passageway. ]

Horn : Halt!
We're not...

[Horn chases after him. ]

<Background fades out>

Victorian Soldier? : —
H-Help!

<Background 7>

[Horn runs through the passageway, where she is suddenly blocked by someone with a giant spear. ]

Injured Soldier : I knocked over some spent ammunition while on watch. How could they have heard from so far away?! They avoided your alarm, too!
These troops, I don't think they're any ordinary—

Horn : ...

Injured Soldier : She... She can block your piledriver spear?

[The soldier with the spear disengages, revealing herself as Bagpipe. ]

Bagpipe : ...
Captain? And Siege too?

Horn : It really is you, Fiona.

「The lady with long, red hair suddenly throws herself into the arms of her captain. 」

Bagpipe : So ye were alive all along...
Wonderful... how wonderful.

「Horn gently releases Bagpipe from her embrace, then claps a hand on her shoulder. 」

Horn : Good to see you in one piece, and in rather good shape, too.

Bagpipe : I-I'll make my report now, Captain! I've done it, I've managed tae extract the intelligence on the Spectre Force, and I ken what they're plannin' now!
I survived! I got my memories, I got the truth, and I stayed alive!
Yer orders... I never forgot a word of 'em.

Horn : Good to hear. I knew you could do it. I always knew.
Welcome back, Bagpipe.

Injured Soldier : Wait, she's...? You're not—

Delphine : Everyone, we mean you no harm. It's alright to come out.

「One by one, silhouettes emerge from the shadows.
The elderly, children, the sick and the wounded, civilians.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes stare at Siege and her men in fear and curiosity, taking their measure. 」

Injured Soldier : You're not with the ducal armies?
M-Most of you aren't dressed like Victorian soldiers. In fact, you mostly look like workers to me?

Siege : That's right. We're not under any of the dukes.
We're called the Exemplars.

<Background 8>

Horn : Shearer's counting up the civilians who were hiding in the factory and giving them a check-up. All he can say at the moment is that it's looking better than we expected.
Aside from those infected soldiers under the Duke of Fife who came along with you, and a small team of military engineers under the Duke of Normandy, everyone else is just local civilians who couldn't escape.
The ducal alliance armies came through here a few days ago, but they rather give up a chance at being rescued than seek help from the Grand Dukes.

Dagda : It's understandable why the soldiers would avoid them. They're either worried about the status of their infection, or worried about a court-martial. But as for the civilians...
Perhaps this was the year the people living around Londinium got to reassess their country and those decorated higher-ups.

Horn : Bagpipe, how did you manage to get their trust—
...Are you listening, Bagpipe?

Bagpipe : ...
Huh? Oh, er, aye, Captain!

Horn : You need to pay attention during tactical meetings. The map's on the wall, not my face.

Bagpipe : Sorry, Captain!

「Horn lets out a small sigh. 」

Horn : *sigh* I really shouldn't be asking. You are Fiona, after all.

Bagpipe : Hehe.
I'm just... a wee bit glad.
The Exemplars, the Tempest Platoon's predecessors. I guess the rumors were true.

Horn : I'm actually amazed that you still remember what you learned in military history class.

Bagpipe : Well of course! When I was still at trainin' camp, Triangle made sure I committed this fact to memory!
Out by the trainin' field, the sycamores were full o' leaves, blockin' the sun juuust right. Then there were the rocks at the top of the cliff, hard as, well, rocks. Hand'll sting if ye tried to climb them.

Horn : I remember when Cello and Oboe had a wager on who could complete the rock climbing training course the fastest. The loser had to do a hundred one-handed push-ups.

Bagpipe : Oboe was a right fool! Who would've taken that bet wi Cello?!

Horn : Maybe you should have reminded him back then. You were even sitting on his back the whole time he was doing those push-ups.

Bagpipe : Hehe. I was just helpin' him with his training. And I'd say it turned out alright in the end, aye? He was just a hair behind Cello the next time!

Horn : ...

Bagpipe : ...

Horn : The Exemplars... When the Tempest Platoon was first established, nothing was left of this legendary unit from the War of the Four Nations, not even its unassigned unit ID.
But now, it has returned once more to the battlefield.
We're all members of the Exemplars now, Bagpipe.
As long as our team is still here, we will never stop fighting the good fight.

<Background 5>

Siege : ...

Delphine : Isn't there a strategy meeting inside? Why're you standing out here in the cold?

Siege : Just wanted to clear my head for a few minutes.

Delphine : Did you think I was someone else?
Baird, or...

Siege : No, not really.

Delphine : I believe you. If someone suddenly popped out of the fog tonight, I wouldn't have any expectations either.
Not everyone is as lucky as Horn, reuniting with the person they most want to see.

Siege : "Luck" eh? That's a luxury around here.
That's enough blues for tonight. We should head inside.
Wait.

[An army of soldiers suddenly emerge. ]

Delphine : Victorian soldiers? Are they the remnants who stayed behind?
No, they can't be. I never noticed them until they got this close.
They're the elite of the elites.
Caster's men?

??? : Ah! It's positively frigid out here! My hands are frozen stiff.
The days truly are getting colder as they go by.
Why, I've only taken a little jaunt, and my full plaid's already half soaked through.

[The Duke of Gododdin walks down the center of his line of soldiers. ]

Duke of Gododdin : My young friends, won't you invite me inside to warm my hands for a spell?

Siege : Since you've come all this way in person, I suppose we should show you some courtesy.
Delphine—

Delphine : Yes, Vina?

Siege : ...
Let's show the duke the way.

Operation story: 14-4

Before operation

Summary

The Duke of Gododdin invites Siege and the Exemplars to act on behalf of Parliament, but Siege remains distrustful. Meanwhile, Closure detects a legion of Nachzehrers.

<Background 1>

Horn : ...

Bagpipe : Er, excuse me, who are ye... sir?

Duke of Gododdin : Phew... much better.
Once you reach a certain age, you come to prefer bright and warm places.
And... is that beans I smell?

Bagpipe : Er, aye, I was cookin' some canned beans for dinner...
D'ye want some, sir?

Duke of Gododdin : Don't mind if I do.
Would be better if we had some seasoning from home, perhaps some marinated meat.

Bagpipe : Aye, I was thinkin' the same! We Gododdins...
Er...

Duke of Gododdin : What is it?

Bagpipe : I ken who ye are now, and ye’re a wee bit different from whit’s in the news.

Duke of Gododdin : Ah. Well, you can ask your captain. I held her when she was wee.
Little Rita touched my horn and asked why her dad didn't have one.

Horn : ...I apologize for my insolence at the time, Your Grace.

Duke of Gododdin : Not many have the nerve to touch my horns, Lieutenant Skamandros. You showed courage from a very young age.

Horn : ...

Duke of Gododdin : Or should I say... all of you are brave warriors of Victoria.
Your defense of Chetleigh was outstanding, as was your performance at Brentwood.
The Exemplars, you call yourselves...
I've long wanted to meet you, though it seems your leader does not welcome my presence.

Siege : ...

Delphine : Pardon my frankness, Your Grace, but it is hard to treat your sudden appearance as a pure gesture of good faith.

Duke of Gododdin : Of course, Lady Windermere. I understand.
Especially in times like this.
I sent men to the Irnclad Galavae. They were traveling quickly, but fortunately, I made it in time to present funeral flowers for Amphelise.

Delphine : ...I appreciate the gesture.

Siege : I assume the duke of Gododdin hasn't come all the way here just to give us a medal?

Duke of Gododdin : What if I say I have?

Siege : Most of us are neither nobles nor intelligentsia. It would be best if you didn't beat around the bush.

Duke of Gododdin : Your Royal Highness Alexandrina is as direct as they say.
Or would you prefer that I called you "Siege", like your friends do?
I fully understand why the Exemplars avoided the ducal armies along the way.
You didn't want them to get involved in the machinations of the dukes.
You want to fight only for Victoria and her people, like the legendary unit that you're named after.
And so, I'm not here as the Duke of Gododdin.
I'm here as Sean Gododdin, Member of Parliament, to extend an invitation to the Parliament authorized Tempest Platoon and the rest of the Exemplars.
Leave that outdated identification code behind. I'm asking that you intervene in this war in the name of Parliament.

<Background 2>

[Misery approaches a burnt campsite. ]

Misery : The miners' camp has burned to the ground.
No sign of Sarkaz soldiers.

「Misery feels a slight chill. The campsite’s charred debris has cooled.
He moves some collapsed wooden beams aside, and finds a few unrecognizable bodies. 」

Misery : Miners. Remains of the Infected.
It's all the same, everywhere.

[A noise comes from behind Misery. ]

Misery : What's that sound?

[Several Sudaram appear. ]

Misery : Nice hiding spot, Sudaram.

[Misery tries using his transceiver... ]

Misery : Nachzehrer spotted to the northwest of Gibsonham—

[...but there is no signal. ]

Misery : Out of comms range already?

Sudaram : Death has you.

「Several rune swords pierce out of the ground beneath Misery's feet, but he is no longer there. 」

<Background flashes>

「Misery rips through the fabric of space with his dagger and retreats out of range. The collapsed ruins turn into a cage, trapping the Nachzehrer's withered bodies. 」

Misery : Shush now...
I have you too.

<Background 1>

Siege : ...Duke Gododdin.
I understand that the Victorian Parliament has not held a session for a long time.
Everyone who escaped Londinium knows that the Sarkaz have been the ones giving the orders from the Palace of Westhaleg during this time.

Duke of Gododdin : Of course. I don't deny the present circumstances.
Why don't we cast our gaze further, though, to the future beyond the war?

Siege : The future? Isn't it a little too early to be bargaining over that — if "bargaining" and "coercion" were synonyms?

Duke of Gododdin : You misunderstand me. Gododdin is not Caster. I would much prefer to sit by the fireside than gather at the negotiation table. I'm more about drinking and playing cards with friends.
It gets cold rather quickly once summer is gone. Mind if I have my men add some wood to the fire?

Siege : You might as well have them come in.

Duke of Gododdin : Thank you.

[The duke's soldiers march in. ]

Duke of Gododdin : That's much better.
Where were we? Oh yes, the future.
We know that the war will end, and Victoria will triumph.
The war will inevitably bring... or should I say has already brought about irreversible changes, ending a twenty-year stalemate.

Siege : If anyone in the room is interested in the empty throne, it certainly isn't me.

Duke of Gododdin : Excellent, excellent! See? We already have a consensus.
As a matter of fact, I held a little meeting not too long ago and saw the Iron Duke in person.
Seeing him always reminds me of when I first saw the Gastrell.
Like so many other children who grew up hearing tales of the Empire's Death Knell, I searched for the shadow of the ruins that belonged to Lingones, only to find not Gaul...
But the glory of the strongest nation of our time, so splendid that I could not bear to turn away.

Siege : You want us to believe you care more about Victoria than Gododdin?

Duke of Gododdin : Make no mistake, I would never call myself a patriot.
A duke must always put his dukedom before all else; this is not just a matter of interest, but also a duty, a responsibility.
But I wonder... what is the difference between Gododdin and Wellington?
Wellington would still be Wellington, with or without Victoria. But what would become of Gododdin, if the light of Victoria went out?
Perhaps it would survive. But things would certainly not get better.

Siege : You don't want the Grand Dukes to really divide Victoria.

Duke of Gododdin : I'm not the only one.
You know that.
As strong as Victoria is, she is not without her rivals. Ursus, Leithanien, Columbia, Sargon... all the ambitious nations of Terra have their eyes on us.
We need a single, unified voice to bring stability.
This is why Parliament exists. All the ducal realms will select an appropriate representative... including Windermere.

Delphine : ...

Duke of Gododdin : This is what the Exemplars mean to Victoria. No soldier who fights for the cause of Victoria will need to fear betrayal again.

Horn & Bagpipe : ...

Duke of Gododdin : The Speaker of Parliament has always been the king, for the entirety of the role's existence. But that does not mean that he — or she — must sit on the throne.
And this is what you can mean to all of us, Your Royal Highness Alexandrina. If you are willing.

Siege : ...

「No one speaks as the duke's words sink in.
Only the crackling of the fire Gododdin lit can be heard. 」

Siege : I have only one question for Your Grace.
If all of this could have waited until after the war—
Then if I refuse now, can my friends and I leave with the Sighs of Kings?

Duke of Gododdin : ...
Hah.

[Horn and Bagpipe immediately step protectively beside Siege. ]

Horn : Siege!

Bagpipe : Crossbowmen outside!

Delphine : We're surrounded. Maybe we already were the moment he showed up...

Siege : Well, well. First we learn what a "commitment" is to Caster, now we learn what "friendship" is to Gododdin.

Duke of Gododdin : Friends treat each other as equals, do they not?
My offer remains fair.
At the minimum... I gave this young friend from Gododdin the opportunity to point her piledriver spear at me.

<Background 3>

[Closure checks her terminal. ]

Closure : Lost the signal from Drone 6 again... blasted place!
Alright, Balin, Yvres, Viktor. We have to do this manually.
Status reports, everyone?

[The Operators reply via comms. ]

Caster Operator : All good here. The beacon's in there and the sensor's running. We're still getting strong interference from the wind and sand. I'm trying to filter out the noise.
Waiting on you now, Viktor!

Sniper Operator : Five minutes. The ground's softer than expected.

Caster Operator : Careful, quicksand!
The soil's very different from the samples we collected. I've sent the data back. You got that, captain?

Closure : I knew it was a good idea to get you onboard, Yvres. Worth a few days of angry stares from Earthspirit.

Guard Operator : I think you can do with a better working environment, Closure. Try not to get too much sand in your mouth...

[The transmission ends. ]

Closure : Stop talking like Amiya, Balin!
My blood is self-cleansing...
*cough* *cough*...

Feist : Haha.

Closure : Hey! Don't just laugh at me, keep working! The sooner we get this signal tower set up, the sooner we can broadcast the safe zone locations, and the sooner you can go to town.

Feist : I'm trying! Rhodes Island equipment isn't like anything else I've seen. I'm already doing an "exemplary" job, get it?

Closure : Seriously, though. You and Rockrock shouldn't be here with me in the first place.

Rockrock : You have my drones. Of course I'm staying here with them.

Feist : Well, that is a solid reason.

Closure : I know you’re concerned about my safety, but I’m actually really strong! What’s that… those Vampire worms would disagree? Well, not all Vampires are built the same, you know?
It's you two I'm worried about. Put your helmets on. Oripathy infection is no joke.

Feist : Alright, alright. But you lot are the ones who need to be careful, running around the battlefield like this.

Closure : "You lot"?

Feist : Rhodes Island. You lot are all over the battlefield, not caring for your own safety at all.
Balin is an Infected from Victoria. Yvres is Infected, but not Victorian. Viktor isn't Infected or Victorian. How amazing...

Closure : Why? Everyone knows Rhodes Island operators come from everywhere.

Feist : I can't help but think of my Granny, Clovisia... plus Tommy and the gang.
I once hoped that the Self-Salvation Corps could be as united as the Rhodes Island operators I'd seen.

Closure : Well... people aren't really born good or bad.
As circumstances change, so do people. Maybe, one day...

Feist : One day, the Self-Salvation Corps will become a tightly knit, united group.
Just like the Exemplars, now all fighting for the same thing. We're ready to brave the worst, ready to deal with defeat, even betrayal.
But it's not necessarily race, upbringing or circumstance that will unite us... just like Rhodes Island.

Closure : Alright, alright, enough with the compliments, I know you want to keep our equipment. Should I get you a contract now?

Feist : I'm not jealous of Rhodes Island, Miss Closure.
You lot give me the same kind of feeling as this strange communication equipment you're holding.
A possibility. Something that proves I'm not just a naive dreamer.

Closure : Wait.

Rockrock : Maybe your monologue is starting to bother Closure, Feist...

<Background shakes>

Rockrock : What's that sound?
Let me check the feed from Rock-18...

「In the monitor's pixelated image, a sand storm approaches quickly. 」

Rockrock : Catastrophe? But I don't see the data...

「Beneath the wild sands are tattered banners and the chanting of war. 」

Closure : Nachzehrers... what are they doing here?!
Go.
You two, leave, now. Everyone from the Self-Salvation Corps, head for Gibsonham, now!

<Background 4>

<Background flashes twice>

[Explosions rock the streets. ]

Victorian Sergeant : What's that sound—

[Several Sudaram appear out of thin air. ]

Victorian Sergeant : S-Sarkaz! They're already here!
Battle stations! Open fire!

<Background 1>

Siege : Explosions?

[An officer rushes into the room. ]

Flag Officer : Sir, the Sarkaz are attacking the town! We have to leave, now.

Duke of Gododdin : They found us quicker than expected.
Looks like the Sarkaz remember the success they had with Amphelise.
What of the attackers?

Flag Officer : Nachzehrer elites, sir.

Duke of Gododdin : Your Royal Highness, you and your people must leave with us, now. This town is not worth defending, but you and your friends are of paramount importance to the future of Victoria.
Our battleships can take us back to the Silverrock Bluffs front in three hours. That is where you belong.

Siege : Me or the sword?

Flag Officer : Sir, we don't have time—

Siege : You don't have time and you don't plan to fight, even though you know how many civilians there are.
But of course you wouldn't. They're not important to you or the Parliament. These poor families wouldn't produce a single member of Parliament in a hundred years.
There's no place for them in your game of cards.

Duke of Gododdin : I simply have my sights on reality, Your Highness.

Siege : Reality? Reality is that the future of Victoria you dream of is to be found in grand halls filled with noble coats of arms.
My Victoria is here with these people.

Flag Officer : Sir—

Duke of Gododdin : Very well, Your Royal Highness.
You're like your father at times. Naive, reckless...

Siege : Is that so? Not that I care. I don't remember anything about him.

Duke of Gododdin : Hah. Very well.
Good luck.

[The duke leaves. ]

Siege : Horn. Order all combat-ready personnel on the plate to their stations, now.

Horn : On it.

Siege : Delphine. Have Lieutenant Shearer get the logistics and medical staff ready.

Delphine : Already done.

Siege : Follow the plan. Protect the civilians. Prepare for battle!

After operation

Summary

Thanks to timely reinforcements from other Rhodes Islanders, Closure sets up signal towers, restoring communications. Meanwhile, the Exemplars and Gododdin's forces successfully defend the town of Gibsonham.

<Background 3>

Closure : ...

[Several Operators report via the transceiver. ]

Sniper Operator : I think something's wrong with the diffractometer's sensor.

Closure : Nothing's wrong with it.

Caster Operator : You see, Viktor? I'm getting the same results.
It's not always the equipment's fault that you're not getting valid data. The data itself may exceed the scope.
Originium reaction metrics are above the default limit.

Guard Operator : They're coming, guys. We have three minutes.

Caster Operator : Viktor is the youngest of us. If nothing else, we should try to get him out...

Sniper Operator : Who did you think was the reason that I signed up for the Londinium operation?

Caster Operator : Never could just do as you're told, could you?

Guard Operator : How are you doing over there, Closure?

Closure : Still alive. I've got my drones, and they're loaded with—

Guard Operator : I think I hear the sound of drones crashing.
They used to be your babies.

Closure : Haha—

Caster Operator : You knew it when you ordered the Self-Salvation Corps to pull out, didn't you? That was the last chance to escape.

Closure : The Originium activity data is incomplete.
I need data... from all of you.

Guard Operator : Amiya's not here, so you're my captain, Closure.
We all talked to Amiya before we came to Londinium.
Stop a war, and save both the Victorians and the Sarkaz? With just the few of us? That's next to impossible.
But I chose to trust all of you. Trust in the dream of Rhodes Island.
There isn't a single Rhodes Island operator who doesn't want to see the day when there is a cure for Oripathy, when everybody's living a better life. Doesn't that sound ridiculous to most folks?
My only regret about dying here... is that I won't get to see that day.

Closure : ...

Sniper Operator : Did you get my data, Yvres?

Caster Operator : Yup. Just sent the newest batch of data over, Captain.
Oh, and I'm not that selfless, so don't forget to put my name in when you publish your paper.

[The signal cuts off, becoming static noise. ]

Closure : ...Will do.

「"Communication failure detected. Signal lost imminent."
"Importing energy fluctuation data. Initializing automatic analysis module."
"Catastrophe scale confirmed. Developing prediction model on Originium induced environmental changes for the next 24 hours..."
...
"Bzzzz—Captain, shield... damaged..."
"They're... about to..."
"Hang in there... Yvres... moving towards your position— Bzzzz"
"Bzzzz—"
"Make it happen, Closure." 」

[The transmission cuts off. ]

Closure : ...
I will.

[Closure rapidly types on her keyboard. ]

「The engineer's eyes are glued to the screen in front of her.
Faster. Faster. If they fail to compile the Originium activity data, then all the squad's efforts would be for naught.
The din of war approaches.
Only a few drones remain. She can feel the enemy's cold, freezing breath.
"...Model successfully compiled."
"Outputting safe zone locations—" 」

Closure : YES!
All that's left is the signal tower—

[A Sudaram suddenly appears behind her, and Closure barely dodges before she gets cleaved in half. ]

Sudaram : ...Vampire. Traitor.
This war will go on, and you will feed it.

Closure : Yikes!
My drone—

「The Sudaram's blade slices the hovering drone, sending it crashing to the ground.
That was her last combat drone. 」

Closure : Get out of the way!

[Closure launches her Arts at the Sudaram. ]

Sudaram : Your Arts are weak and pathetic.
How could such a frail Vampire exist?

[The Sudaram slashes Closure. ]

Closure : Ouch!

「Searing pain erupts and Closure feels an entire side of her body go numb.
The breath of decay invades her.
Closure can barely hold onto the signal tower. With great effort, she plants the complex equipment into the ground to lean on.
"Insufficient signal strength. Strong interference detected. Unable to broadcast safe zone location.
"Please follow the equipment manual—" 」

Closure : I know! Shut up!
What kind of Vampire are you, Closure? Close those wounds! Hang in there, just a little longer...
Just get this thing up right—

[Closure's wounds take a toll on her and she passes out. ]

<Background fades out>

...Sleeping in the corridors again? You'll catch a cold.
Rhodes Island's basic functions are online. I think she's ready for a grand voyage.
Thank you, Chief Engineer. You've delivered your promise.
If you want to leave this ship and go back to Kazdel... Right, you told me before. You're not interested in that place.
But at least promise me you won't call yourself a talentless Vampire anymore.
You're the most talented person I've ever known, Closure. You're just different from other Vampires.
So here's my offer: as long as you still want to see the vast and unexplored parts of this land, we'll always be each other's companion.

[Closure clutches her hands. ]

Closure : (I can't... I won't...)
(Won't let... everyone down...)
(...And myself.)

「Closure can feel the Sudaram's cold grip close in around her neck.
War has finally claimed her. 」

[Someone runs towads her. ]

??? : Closure!

Closure : Who...?
A survivor?
Signal... there's a signal...
A Rhodes Island signal.

??? : Grab my hand, Closure!

Closure : ...Dobermann?

[fades to white ]

<Background 3>

Fang : It's me.
Can you stand?

Closure : Fang...

Sudaram : You—

「A dagger pierces the Sudaram's chest, causing a massive burst of energy. 」

[The Sudaram vanishes, and Misery casually reveals himself. ]

Misery : Sorry I'm late.

Fang : Misery gave us the location.
More are coming.

Closure : Almost got it! Cover me!
Keep them away!

「What is our mission? When Closure first joined Rhodes Island, then known as Babel, she asked many operators this question.
She got a different answer every time.
Some dreams are big. Others, less so.
Some gave details. Others mumbled, scratched their heads, and gave an abashed smile.
But there comes a time when they all have the same expression.
And a time when they all make the same choice. 」

Closure : Almost there... this is the last one.

<Background fades out>

[The signal tower buzzes. ]

「"Core module online. Communications restored." 」

<Background 3>

[Gunfire echoes in the quagmire. ]

Dagda : We're coming, Closure! Hang in there!

Feist : We sent your location to the Exemplars! Help is on the way!

Closure : Finally—

[Closure suddenly faints. ]

Fang : Closure? Closure! Are you okay—

<Background fades out and in>

Siege : Keep your distance. Cover the artilleries and crossbowmen.
The appearance of the Nachzehrers is closely linked to Catastrophes. Do not fear their witchcraft. However bizarre it is, it's still Arts!
Remember how we marched through a Catastrophe—
We survived a Catastrophe. We'll survive the Sarkaz!

Horn : ...Bagpipe.

Bagpipe : Aye? I'm here.

Horn : The Duke of Gododdin spoke the truth. Tempest Platoon is under the direct authority of Parliament.
We have an obligation to answer Parliament's call.
It's a more legitimate cause for action than the duke's invitation.
Not to mention that by accepting his invitation, you, Robben, and everyone who came with us because they had no choice... will have proper identities.

Bagpipe : Identity? Did you forget, captain? I'm retired anyways.
Besides, in that standoff with the duke earlier, ye didn't hesitate to put yer shield in front of Siege.

Horn : ...True.

Bagpipe : Word is Siege's carryin' the Sighs of Kings... have ye seen it before, Captain?

Horn : I have.
Siege was right. It's just a piece of metal that happens to mean something to some people.

Dagda : Troops approaching on our flank.

Delphine : No ID code, but I recognize them. They're the Duke of Gododdin's men.
They've engaged the Sarkaz... and covered one of our squads just now.

Siege : Good.
If that's Gododdin's way of showing friendship, then we'll show him the same in return.
Attention Exemplars! Stand with the soldiers of Gododdin!
Not one step backward, until the last foe is vanquished!

<Background 5>

Flag Officer : The ship has reached cruising speed, sir. We're out of danger for now.

Duke of Gododdin : Good.
The Sarkaz's witchcraft is most peculiar indeed. Better to fake a moment of vulnerability than to have them constantly harassing our rear.

Flag Officer : The leader of the Nachzehrers has not been sighted, nor any other known powerful Sarkaz.

Duke of Gododdin : I suppose they don't see Gododdin as nearly the threat that Windermere or Wellington are.
I could call that a relief.

Flag Officer : The Sighs of Kings has not left Gibsonham, sir. Should we move on to the next phase?

Duke of Gododdin : What do you think of them?

Flag Officer : More of a challenge than expected. Alexandrina's forces are growing, and they are more organized and effective than we thought...

Duke of Gododdin : Oh, I don't mean as an adversary.
The Exemplars... like you said, they look the part.
And they've worked well enough with the troops that we left behind.
Rita is with them, and looks more like the legendary White Wolf than her father did. And Windermere isn't quite as weak as the intel had her.
Maybe it's not such a joke after all, that those kids could become the Exemplars.

Flag Officer : Do you intend to abandon the plan for us to escort the Realmblade, then?

Duke of Gododdin : Abandon! Such a strong word.
It is the future that Gododdin values. Alexandrina, the Sighs of Kings, the Exemplars, even Rhodes Island... perhaps we'll cross paths again on our way to the future.

<Background 6>

Dagda : Our tanks are fighting the last pocket of Sarkaz on the east side of town.
We've successfully defended Gibsonham. It will serve as a supply point on the way to Silverrock Bluffs. However...

Siege : The terrain has changed.
The environment around Londinium is constantly changing because of Amnannam's influence. Fissures, cliffs, and rapids that should not have been there are emerging everywhere.

Dagda : Silverrock Bluffs is almost constantly under severe Catastrophe. It's hard to say where our foot will land when we put it forward.

Morgan : I wouldn't have believed this was our Londinium if I had anything less than absolute faith in Rhodes Island's data.
The sun on the meadow is summery warm♪♫Filling our home with euphoria♬♪...
After this war, we might have to change our national anthem's lyrics.

Indra : Is this time to be havin' a laugh?

Morgan : You wanted to say "we'll think about it after we take it back," didn't you?
But even if we really went back... would our home ever return to the way it was?

Indra : ...

Siege : That's why we're not just going to win the war.
We're not going to let the Sarkaz destroy Londinium in the war.
We'll overcome the storm ahead.
And we won't abandon the home that the storm has ravaged.
Feist told me his squad picked up more distress signals nearby. There may be more lives saved yet.
The areas where fighting occurred with the Nachzehrers will need to be cleaned up. Rhodes Island operators will provide the usual assistance.
I want the Exemplars to work with them on these post combat affairs.
Establish supply lines, rescue and transfer the injured, and rally those who want to join us.

<Background fades out and in>

[Delphine approaches Siege alone. ]

Delphine : The troops who returned from the front line have assembled.
Counting in the Gododdin soldiers who had their IDs wiped, the Exemplars have far exceeded the scale of a regiment.

Siege : They want to join us?

Delphine : I met with their officers. They said the Duke of Gododdin left before they could board the transports.
Preliminary screening indicates that all of them are Infected.
Sounds familiar, eh?

Siege : The Duke of Gododdin left his Infected soldiers behind, just like the other dukes?

Delphine : Or maybe...?

Siege : Or maybe, he intentionally picked a bunch of soldiers who had unfortunately gotten Infected, and sent them over to us.

Delphine : I suspect he has ulterior motives.
The performance of those Infected troops indicates that they're different from those we've seen before. I wouldn't call them stragglers.
If Gododdin's intention is to keep an eye on us, then we should probably try to lose these people, or at least separate them tactically...

Siege : No.
You know the dukes better than I, Delphine. There's a very good chance that you're right.
But right now, there's nothing we need more than unity.
If even the Exemplars chose which parts of Victoria they united...
What would happen to the future that we dream of?

Delphine : Gododdin very likely knew that we couldn't reject those men. That's why he let us leave so easily.

Siege : Then we need to be ready.
This is not the first challenge we've had to overcome, nor will it be the last.
Sarkaz. Amnannam. Caster. The dukes.
It's not just one storm that the Exemplars will have to weather.

Delphine : I'll let Lieutenant Shearer know.
To be honest, everyone's happy to get some new blood.

Siege : Plus, they're all Infected.
If it's really true that Gododdin has not abandoned them... that, in itself, is worth celebrating.
Perhaps, the unity that once seemed impossible is actually within reach.

<Background 3>

Pained Refugee : It's a miracle to run into people like you.

Fang : We're not the miracle, ma'am.
You are, all of you, for being strong until the very end.

Pained Refugee : Thank you so much, regardless.
I can still move. Let me help you with the others.
This way, you can get some rest... you're not much older than my own child, now that I get a better look at you.

[The refugee walks away. ]

Fang : We have about ten minutes of rest before we head to the next location.
...Closure?

Closure : A little more time...

Fang : There's not much room for improvement on that Arts Unit you're holding.
Even Raidian and Mechanist could hardly do better.

Closure : Conditions will only get worse from here. The better I do, the safer you guys will be.

Fang : Thanks.
Rescue work around Gibsonham is complete. Next, we'll be going to... where your squad's signal was lost.

Closure : I see.

Fang : We'll find them, alive or... otherwise.
Even if they're buried in the sand, or Originium... there will be traces.
We'll find them and bring them home.

Closure : I know how I feel, but Fang... I want to hear your thoughts, too.
Is it regrettable for a Rhodes Island operator to die in a war between the Sarkaz and the Victorians, when they have nothing to do with either side of the war?

Fang : Any sacrifice is regrettable.
After Ace died, Beagle cried for many nights with his shield in her arms.
Why him? Why there? Why then?

Closure : I get that feeling too. Every single time.
But what I really want to know is... how did the people who sacrificed feel?

Fang : Hm... I'm sure they have their own regrets.
We're none of us saints. That's why we fear death. That's why you feel pain over your decision.
But I have no regrets about participating in this operation.
If not for Lava, Hibiscus, or our other Sarkaz friends, then at least for the people here, even though I don't know any of them.
It was a Catastrophe that brought me from Columbia to Rhodes Island.
That Catastrophe taught me one thing: that suffering does not discriminate.
I came here today because I know that you will come when my home needs help, when the people I care about need help.

Closure : You're right.
We'll be there.

<Background fades out>

"We", Rhodes Island.
You know something? I've been addicted to the web since a very young age, because that's the only place I knew without segregation.
The other Vampire children and I, Vampires and other Sarkaz, Sarkaz and everyone else, Catastrophe, nations, class, disease.
It was Theresa who took me from the confines of my home and showed me another possibility.
A ship that sails the waves of disaster, rescues those who are suffering, and fosters companionships beyond personal interest.
Sounds surreal, huh?
But the road that Rhodes Island has traveled thus far is very real.
I'll continue to analyze the anomalies caused by Amnannam. I also want to hear your answer to my question. Kal'tsit's and the Doctor's, too.
This data belongs to Yvres, to Balin, to Viktor, to Rhodes Island... one day, it may belong to everyone.

Operation story: 14-5

Before operation

Summary

W, Hoederer, and the others defend the Lifebone crash site, but W's mercenaries vanish in the unfamiliar environment. While searching for them, W and her team are attacked by strange monsters.

「Abandoned Mansion, Londinium Outskirts 」

<Background 1>

Nervous Soldier : Is she back?

Unhappy Soldier : Not yet.

Nervous Soldier : Damn, it was hard enough dodging those devils. How did she survive and even find us—
How the heck did she know that I did business with the devils?

Unhappy Soldier : Well, consider that business deal lost.

Nervous Soldier : What about you? How'd she get you?

Unhappy Soldier : She held a crossbow to my head.
I knew her from before. She didn't used to be so—

[A crossbow's string's pull backwards. ]

??? : Didn't used to be so what?
Go on.

Unhappy Soldier : Er, no, I didn't—

「The soldier, who has served the dukes all his life, lies on the ground, a crossbow pointed at his forehead.
The voice of the one holding the crossbow is cold as ice. 」

??? : I'm waiting.

Terrified Soldier : I just—s-sorry, Millscar!
I-I shouldn't have—
Aaaahh!

「The bolt pierces his ear. 」

Millscar : Some people punch holes in their pets' ears as a sign of ownership.
A man is not a pet, of course... but sometimes they're not so different, are they?

Terrified Soldier : I...

Millscar : Now get back up and give me a status report.
Have you done what I've asked of you?

[The soldier scrambles to stand upright. ]

Terrified Soldier : Y-Yes, ma'am!
W-well, the reception at the monitoring station was really bad, so even though we tried to gather as much information as possible—

Millscar : Skip to the conclusion.

Terrified Soldier : Based on what little information the Trilby Asher left behind, and the occasional intercepted comms, we can confirm that a unit called "the Exemplars" has been formed, and its leader is most likely the one you spoke of...
"Vina".
They seem to be headed for the front at Silverrock Bluffs.

Millscar : Silverrock Bluffs. They're really staying in this war.
Keep at it. Notify me of any new developments.

Terrified Soldier : Y-Yes, ma'am!

<Background fades out>

[Millscar steps away. ]

Millscar : —Phew.
Well, this is easier than expected.
I thought it would be tougher.
No scruples. No acts to put up.
I found Victoria.

[Steam hisses loudly. ]

「A red light flashes a few times in the deep shadows. 」

Millscar : Isn't it your job to protect her?

<Background Black>

「Forty-three hours into the operation... 」

<Background 2>

Ulšulah : I knew you would come.

[Hoederer walks towards her. ]

Hoederer : ...Ulšulah.

[Ulšulah clinks the chains binding her wrists. ]

Ulšulah : That mad bomber W came once to set up this prison.
Ines came twice to show "compassion". Same old Ines, always a tad slow with her retort when she's focused on someone else's shadow.
Now, it's you. What have you come to say?

Hoederer : Have you thought it over?

Ulšulah : That's my line.
Your situation is perilous. Your only vehicle lies disabled.
As the pilot, I'm very likely to know something that you don't, and probably am waiting for the right time to strike.
Really, you should kill me, Hoederer.

Hoederer : I would rather you helped us with what you know.

Ulšulah : In your dreams.
I already turned you down once. You give me too little credit if you think I would change my mind just because I'm a prisoner.

Hoederer : Three times.

Ulšulah : What?

Hoederer : You saved our lives three times back in Kazdel. My life once, Ines's life twice.

Ulšulah : You wrote all that in your diary?

Hoederer : Name your price. I'll do my best to pay it.

Ulšulah : You'll go bankrupt if you quit the mercenary life to open a business.

Hoederer : I just want as many Sarkaz to make it back to Kazdel alive as possible.

Ulšulah : Such grand ambitions.
But enough chitchat. Let the old rules of Scar Market lie buried beneath Kazdel. Our debt is settled.
One last warning, Hoederer. Kill me now, or you'll regret it.

Hoederer : Did it ever occur to you that we both want the same thing—

Ulšulah : Enough of your righteous crap.
Don't try to buy my life with your flowery words, old friend. They're not much better than money.
A mercenary takes no sides. But you and I aren't really mercenaries anymore.

<Background 3>

W : Wanna bet, Ines?
Hoederer's gonna try talking Ulšulah into helping for old time's sake at Scar Market. Ulšulah's gonna tell him to just get it over with, and Hoederer's gonna come back with a long face.

Ines : What's the wager?

W : That's it? I figured you'd be jealous with the two of them all alone in a room together.

Ines : ...W.

W : Stop trying to read my shadow, Ines. I'm not in the mood.
The bunny and the Victorian have been gone for a while... wonder how things are going out there.
Bonesy is still playing dead, and Theresis's Catastrophe refuses to go away. Who knows, maybe Manfred's gonna just pop out of nowhere.
I could have blown Theresis up right then and there!

Ines : I know you're restless because of Theresa, but hold that fuse for a moment. We have a lot of prep work to do.

W : *Sarkaz swearing*! Who said I was—

[One of W's mercenaries run towards her. ]

W Squad Member : We've got a problem, W...

W : Out with it.

W Squad Member : It's time for a shift change, but not all our scouts came back.
Crane's team went off to the north side of the canyon, and we can't reach them.

W : Don't tell me they ran into a decent enemy caster.

Ines : When was your last communication?

W Squad Member : Almost three hours ago.

Ines : If our enemy could make an entire merc squad disappear without a sound, they would've been on top of us by now.
The most important thing to do at the moment is keep the Lifebone safe.

W : We're just gonna sit here when we know something's going on outside?

Ascalon : I agree with Ines.
We know nothing about this place. The safest course of action is to concentrate our forces.

W : Cut the crap. My men are missing. I want to know why.
If they got lost, I'll bring them back. If somebody did them in, I'll return the favor.

Ines : Calm down! This could be a trap to split us up—

W : I don't like playing defense. Even if it's a trap, I'll just blast them out of hiding.
Give me half a day. If I don't come back, that means I'm up against a real nasty piece of work. Don't come after me, get your defenses ready.
If you get a call from Amiya, don't wait for me, just activate the Lifebone.
I'll take my own squad. No need to bother anyone else.
You lot. Grab your weapons and follow me.

<Background 4>

[W and her squad march into a cavern. ]

W : Is this where they went?

W Squad Member : Should be. This cave was all we saw when we went north into the canyon. We don't know what's inside.
Hidden passage? The court's secret cache?

W : If this was a secret base of the Royal Court, we'd have had a couple hundred Vampires and Nachzehrers on our asses the moment we fell in here.
Based on Closure's intel, we're in the hills to the west of Londinium, a good distance from the main battlefield where those old farts are.
Somehow, though, I smell... (sniffs)
The old, moldy stench from someone who's been here for ages.
I don't like old stuff, but I'm sure Hoederer would love it.

[W kicks a few rocks. ]

W : Let me guess. What enemy did our lucky winners run into?

W Squad Member : W, when did you use your bombs?

W : You delusional? Did you see me use them on our way here?

W Squad Member : Then what are these burn marks on the wall?

W : Huh...?
Strange. No sign of Arts, but how do you leave marks like these on stone, then?

W Squad Member : Did you hear that?!

W : What is it this time?

W Squad Member : It's the sound of someone striking iron... there's somebody here!

[W looks around, but there is no noise. ]

W : You're just hearing things.
Stop spooking yourself. Nobody's here.

W Squad Member : Do we keep going, W? I have a bad feeling about this.

W : Of course. Why do you think we're here?
That's top-grade gear you all are using. I'm not rich enough to just let them rot in some cave.

W Squad Member : Have you heard the Sarkaz legend... before Qui'lon was even born, the Sarkaz and a red dragon—

W : Shut up.
One historian in Hoederer is enough. Say anymore, and I'll throw you to the front—
—!

W Squad Member : What is it?

W : Blood... but not Sarkaz.
It's fresh—
Get ready to fight!

[A massive creature suddenly plows through the rock walls. ]

??? : *Roar*—!

After operation

Summary

After defeating the strange monsters with her mercenaries, W enters the Confessarius ruins alone. Meanwhile, a captured Ulšulah finds an opportunity and escapes from Hoederer.

<Background 4>

[W and her squad continuously barrage the monster with bombs and crossbow bolts. ]

Terrifying Monster : (Strange howl)

W Squad Member : Our weapons don't work! This thing just won't die!

W : Aim for its head! We'll see how many hits it can take!

W Squad Member : It's too fast! We can't hit it!
Draw its attention! I'll try to hit it from behind!

[The squad continue firing more bolts at the monster to distract it. ]

「The mercenary attempts to go around the monster, but one swing of its tail sends him slamming into a rock wall.
None of the attacks seem to have caused any real damage. It flaps its wings, and scorching winds engulf the cave, making the air even thinner.
The ground quakes, and spikes erupt from under the earth, hurtling towards everyone. 」

W : Shut up...
I said shut it, you short-legged moth!

[W throws her bombs at the monster. ]

Terrifying Monster : (Song-like cry)

「The monster immediately locks onto where the damage came from, surprisingly agile for its size.
In the brief time it takes W to reload, the monster has already closed the distance, its fangs nearly grazing her face. 」

W : I don't know how you got that ugly mug...
But you'll need a bigger one to eat me!
Chew on this instead, sucker!

[W tosses a grenade right into its face. It explodes and the monster collapses. ]

W Squad Member : *pant*... *pant*...
Is it... dead?

W : Hard to live with a big hole in its face, eh?

W Squad Member : A-Are you okay?

W : I've always been good at blast control.

W Squad Member : I got a theory, W.
There might just be a lost Sarkaz Court called bomb fiend or something, and you're its last princess.

W : Ha-ha. Very funny.

W Squad Member : But what the hell is this? Doesn't look like any animal I've ever seen.
I heard that some of those Columbian crazies sew parts of different animals together. Maybe this is their doing?

W : Unfortunately, I know a bunch of Sarkaz crazies who do the same thing.
(Under her breath) It reeks of witchcraft. Confessarius monsters? Why out here in the middle of nowhere?
Them being here is no coincidence. There must be something else in the cave.

W Squad Member : Did... did this thing eat our guys?

W : The only way to find out is to cut it open.
We're sure it's dead, right?

[Just then, even more monsters appear, roaring at them. ]

W : Damn, this thing had friends?

W Squad Member : They've blocked the entrance! What do we do?

W : Run!

<Background fades out>

「Forty-eight hours into the operation... 」

<Background 2>

Ulšulah : What time is it?

Hoederer : Would it mean anything to you?

Ulšulah : Call it a professional habit. I feel better when I know what time it is.

Hoederer : 6 PM. Two days since we crashed into the canyon.

Ulšulah : Two days... Enough to do a lot of things.
Do you remember, Hoederer? The three of us were on a mission to steal a Sargonian Pasha's treasure. We got the treasure, but also a hundred or so people on our tails.
We hid in a cave for two whole days. We were starving but were too afraid to light a fire or leave.

Hoederer : It was Ines who stitched your wounds up. You wouldn't have made it otherwise.

Ulšulah : Ha. I said, the sun's almost up. Just let me bathe in the sun for a little bit, and I'll feel much better.

Hoederer : I must have stopped you. There were enemies outside. We couldn't risk exposing ourselves.

Ulšulah : No, you didn't stop me. Ines teased me. She found it hilarious that a Scar Market merc would miss the sun.

Hoederer : Sure, the Scar Market is under Kazdel and never sees the sun.

Ulšulah : I became the pilot of this skeleton when I joined the Military Commission's staff as a major.
When I took the young ones back and forth between Kazdel and Londinium, it was like we had outrun the sun.
I can't go back. None of the Sarkaz can.

<Background shakes>

Hoederer : ...Ulšulah?
What's going on—

Ulšulah : They're here.

Hoederer : The skeleton is moving?

<Background shakes>

「For a moment, the Feranmut's skeleton seems to be moving, but Hoederer soon realizes it was not the nerve clusters or bones that are moving. 」

Hoederer : ...Nails.

Ulšulah : The ship and pilot have always been one.

「Lifebone is never merely composed of the Feranmut's skeletons. Rows of long nails are affixed to the massive frame, assembling it into a transport ship.
One of them, infused with her Arts, pierces through the critical section of the spinal column.
She and the skeleton have always linked by witchcraft. 」

Ulšulah : The Arts of the Royal Court's casters have connected to the skeleton. I can sense it.
No need to be anxious. It's not going to wake up yet. But this little bit of connection, and what remains of the Feranmut's powers on this nail, are enough for me to get out of here.
This nail belongs to me. It's linked to my bones. I'm taking it with me.
What happens when a Feranmut's powers are applied directly to the human body? It's not so bad to cut loose once in a while, just like the old days.

<Background shakes>

Hoederer : The spine is cracking... No!

Ulšulah : I told you, Hoederer, that you'll regret not killing me.
Or would you say that this is just another inevitable chapter of history?

「Hoederer thrusts his giant sword into the space of the missing nail, barely in time to hold the critical section in place.
But even this fleeting moment is enough for his prisoner to escape her chains.
Ulšulah leaps through a crack in the ribs, disappearing into the fire along with bone and damaged nerve tissue. 」

Hoederer : Ulšulah!

Ulšulah : Ulšulah... the hero drifting among the shards of history, always trying to save others.
Have I ever told you that the name suits you better?

[W and her squad run deeper into the cavern. ]

Terrifying Monster : (Angry roar)

W Squad Member : How many of them are there?!

<Background 5>

[The group stop in their tracks. ]

W Squad Member : It's a dead end ahead!

W : I wasn't planning to escape from the front; I just needed space for my bombs—
Get down!

[W detonates her bombs, triggering the ceiling to collapse onto them. ]

W Squad Member : Are... are they dead?

W : Let's hope the rocks I brought down were enough to crush their skulls.

W Squad Member : What are they doing here? Are they protecting something?

W : How am I supposed to know? Do you seriously believe I can talk to monsters?

W Squad Member : Ahem... so, I guess we really did find something incredible? It's too bad Crane's team got eaten by these things.

Crane : ...Not all of us.

W : You're alive! What the hell happened?

Crane : We found a cave on patrol and decided to check it for any potential secret passages.
That's when we ran into those monsters. Tire, Buckler, and Nut got eaten.
The rest of us ran for our lives. For some reason, the monsters wouldn't come this way, but we couldn't get out either, so we were stuck here, until you showed up.

W : Bloody hell. I'll skin those things and have Ines make clothes out of them.
What did you find inside?

Crane : Not much. I've left markers on the way if you want to see for yourself. Go that way, pass a few masked bodies, then take the right fork.

W : Masked bodies?

Crane : A few skeletons that have been there for years. Must have run away from Londinium a few years ago.
The strange thing is... they all cut their own horns off.

W : Masked bodies? Severed horns?

Crane : Their heads were all wrapped up. Maybe some tribal tradition?

W : ...
Shit! Either you're going crazy, or I am.

Crane : Old enemies? Don't worry, they're very dead—

W : Take me there, now!

<Background fades out and in>

Crane : This is the place.

W : ...

Crane : What's the matter, W? I've never seen you like this before.

W : Shut up.

「Several bodies lean against the wall. W bends down and examines them meticulously. 」

Crane : There's nothing left but bones. All death by severe injuries, no question about that.
Looks like someone tended to their bodies after death, maybe their friends. But it's been years, judging by the dust.
There's a small altar in the corner. No sign of witchcraft, so I think it's purely for memorial purposes.

W : Are these all of them?
Why... why would these assassins be here?
Only these? No others?

Crane : What do you mean? Are there supposed to be others?

[W rushes off without an explanation. ]

Crane : W! Hey, W! What is it this time?
What's going on?
Assassins? She said these were assassins?

<Background fades out and in>

[W slows down and stops. ]

W : *pant*... *pant*...

Crane : W! Wait up!
We checked the surrounding areas. There's nothing else suspicious—

W : I recognize their outfits.
These traitors... they should all have been dead by now!
If they're here, that means—
No...
No, this can't be! That's ridiculous!

W Squad Member : W, I heard that Her Highness Theresa's body... was stolen from Babel.

W : Don't ask me! How am I supposed to know?

W Squad Member : The next time Theresa appeared after the attack on Babel was in Londinium.
We're close to Londinium.

W : Shut up! I know that.
I...
...

W Squad Member : What do we do now? Should we...

W : Go back and tell Ines to be on maximum alert. She'll take care of the rest.
As for me... hmph.
I'm going to clean up loose ends.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 6>

[W clashes against a Deathveil Assassin. ]

Hornless Sarkaz : This is meaningless, mercenary. I see no reason for us to fight.
The war is over! Whether we live or die is inconsequential to this outcome!

W : You don't get to talk about meaning! Her blood is still on your hands!
You, and your accomplices, anyone still alive.
I'll find all of you. You can run and you can hide, but I'll find you, and tear you apart, bone by bone.

Hornless Sarkaz : I know my sins better than anyone!
I would have ended my own life, even if I hadn't run into you today! Go on, do it, if it quells your worthless anger.
But you're too late, mercenary.
You couldn't save her.

W : Shut the f—

[W slashes the assassin. ]

<Flashback ends here>

<Background Black>

[W descends deeper into the cavern. ]

I've made many mistakes in my life, but on this one thing, there's no way I could have erred.
I killed all the traitors. I remember exactly how each one died, even the expressions on their faces as they went. But why did these scums die here?
Kal'tsit said the Confessarii resurrected her. Why did they need a living, breathing Theresa?
Is there more to it than Theresis's plans for the leadership of the Sarkaz?
Theresis, Confessarii... I couldn't care less about whatever schemes you're plotting, but you desecrated someone you should never have.
Which is why I'll kill you all, if it's the last thing I do!

[W stops. ]

Just what the hell is this place? What's this door doing here?
Out—of—my—way!

[W blasts the door open. ]

<Background 7>

W : *cough* *cough*...
What the heck is this?

「A strange sight indeed. The narrow passage opens to a vast, shadowy cavern. Untouched by sunlight, the chilling cave is strewn with dusty weapons and armor.
The space is dotted with bizarre crystals. Massive patterns, reminiscent of eerie symbols, stretch ominously from the walls down to the ground.
W is overcome by an unsettling sensation, as though it is not she who gazes upon the vast underground structure, but the other way round.
Clank.
A blunt sound echoes through the cave.
Clank. Clank.
W recognizes it as the sound of bones being crushed by a heavy object. 」

??? : Who... goes... there...?

Operation story: 14-6

Before operation

Summary

Manfred's troops approach Lifebone with Ulšulah's help. W engages Qalid'čoa and unexpectedly learns the truth of Theresa's rebirth.

<Background 1>

Timid Mercenary : Paprika, Paprika!

Paprika : Hey, stay still!

Timid Mercenary : Let's run for it!

Paprika : What are you talking about?

Timid Mercenary : Haven't you noticed? The mercenaries under that W are all gone. The Military Commission's troops must have arrived.

Paprika : All the more reason to not run around and get caught in the crossfire.

Timid Mercenary : Don't forget it was the Military Commission that hired us!
If they've come, it's curtains for the guys here!
If we make a run for it now, we could still explain things to General Manfred!

Paprika : You want to go back to him?! He'll just send you back to Victoria to kill more people. Is that what you want?

Timid Mercenary : You think we have a choice? What do you think the General will do to us when he finds out that we surrendered?
I'll run errands if they tell me to run errands, and I'll kill if they tell me to kill. Whatever it takes to survive.
You want to stay, that's your choice. I'm going. Goodbye.

[The mercenary runs off, but he doesn't get far as he gets caught in a rocket blast. ]

<Background fades out>

「Fifty hours into the operation... 」

<Background 2>

Nadine : Aren't you the lucky one, Major Ulšulah.
It's not every day that you get to lose a critical objective, be captured by the enemy, and still make it back in one piece.
Looks like you got along well with your old Scar Market buddies.

Ulšulah : Watch your tone, Nachzehrer. It's not your place to judge my failure.

Manfred : Regardless of the circumstances, Major Ulšulah's survival is good news for the Military Commission.

Ulšulah : General Manfred, I—

Manfred : I know about the Sanguinarch's death. You can explain later.
As for now, I hope you've returned with something of value.

Ulšulah : I have the skeleton's location... and details about the mercenaries guarding it.

Nadine : That's all? Sounds like it would've been more worth it if you had stayed in the hands of those mercenaries.

Manfred : I want to hear what you think.

Ulšulah : The mercenaries are trying to reawaken the Feranmut skeleton. Whatever their plans are, it has something to do with them.
I don't know what they're plotting, but they don't have a lot of people guarding the skeleton, for some reason.

Manfred : Is Hoederer among them?

Ulšulah : ...Yes.

Manfred : ...
Surround the canyon.
Take back the spine, no matter the cost.

Nadine : Yes, sir!

Ulšulah : General Manfred, for the upcoming battle—

Manfred : You won't be needed. Stay in the rear.

Ulšulah : ...Yes, sir.
As a precaution, may I ask...
What are your plans if we're unable to take back the skeleton quickly?

Manfred : ...
I don't enjoy such hypotheticals, Ulšulah.

<Background 3>

[The sound of cannonfire can be heard nearby. ]

Hoederer : Manfred's troops are here. They're a little earlier than expected.

Ines : What about the Royal Court's men? Nothing from Ulšulah?

Hoederer : She got away.
It's my fault...

Ines : ...
We'll talk about this later.

Hoederer : Where's W?

Ines : She went out to scout the battlefield. Worst case scenario, she'll run into the enemy before we do.

Ascalon : If Ulšulah got back to Manfred, they may have information on our current location and defenses.
We're significantly outnumbered. A prolonged fight doesn't favor us.

[There is the sound of explosions in the distance. ]

Hoederer : It's been fifty hours since the Doctor's team set out. Any news?

Ines : Nothing.

Hoederer : We have to hold out until the agreed time.

Ines : Given our odds, the only way to hold off the Military Commission for a day is if they were struck by a Catastrophe. But as things stand, even Catastrophes are at their command.
The Military Commission won't let this weapon fall into our hands and threaten their aerial supremacy. They'll come at us with everything they have.

Hoederer : We'll have to take the chance.

Ascalon : What do you mean?

Hoederer : The chance that Manfred doesn't want to destroy the skeleton either.

Ines : I hope you really know Manfred as well as you think you do.
One last question. What happens if we don't get word from the Doctor when the agreed time has passed?

Hoederer : Then we abandon the skeleton.
There's no point fighting to the death. Evacuation comes first. Our main priority is always to keep as many people alive as we can.

Ascalon : Reasonable. No objections.

Hoederer : There's another way that might delay the Royal Court's attack...
Killing their commander.
Ascalon.

Ascalon : Agreed.
I'll kill him.

It's freezing.
I don't want to admit it, but I can feel my heart race. Damn, stop trembling!
It's just like that time when I had to face Talulah alone—no, even worse.
This strange figure must be the master of those monsters and this realm. Yet, I sense no hostility from him—it's as if my presence is not worth his attention.
He just keeps hacking at the crystallized bones with his axe without even looking my way. Did he kill all these people?
I have my finger on my trigger, but I can't move an inch.
Pull yourself together, W! Haven't you seen your fair share of monsters by now?
Find out who he is, and what this cavern has to do with Theresa. Pry it out of his mouth, if that's what it takes.

<Background 4>

W : Alright, I don't have time to waste on you, you sorry piece of wood. I have a few questions, and your answers will decide whether my next move is to throw bombs at your face or not.
This is a Confessarius altar. Are you a Confessarius?

「Clank. Clank.
The relentless and haunting sound of axe striking bone echoes through the cavern, as if carrying the weight of eras forgotten.
He slowly opens his mouth to speak. 」

??? : I am a servant of Qui'sartuštaj, the King of Sarkaz.
The bloodline of the King perseveres through life and death.
If he who serves the King of Sarkaz is a Confessarius, then a Confessarius, I am.

[W arms her grenade launcher. ]

W : So you can talk.
I'll give you a chance to introduce yourself before I shoot. What is this place? What does it have to do with the Confessarii?

??? : Qa... lid'čoa... "The Key".

Qalid'čoa : But this key opens no door, not anymore. Now, I am merely the warden of this deep, dark tomb.

W : What are you talking about? A tomb? For who?

Qalid'čoa : The countless heroes of Kazdel, and the foes who died at their hands.
The Gravebearer, the Magnificent Eight, the Brave Eleven... all have fallen in the course of history, and I have buried many of them.
Here lies their weapons and armor, remnants of the past.

W : You must be joking. You knew all those people? Don't tell me, you're as ancient as that old hag?
I don't know why you old freaks keep clinging to the past. Are you going to let yesterday's bad jam stop you from eating today? Okay... I need to workshop that.

Qalid'čoa : Many emerged from that epoch of heroes, becoming the new hope of the Sarkaz, time and again...
But all of them failed, joining the ashes and dust in this tomb.
You stand upon the sword of Qui'lon, the Wrathful Cerulean Flame.
Theresis left it here, because he refused to use it. Still, it is not proper to step upon it.

W : Qui'lon? Isn't he a character in myths and legends—
You're not playing me for a fool, are you?

Damn, I took a step back without even realizing it.
Why should I believe him? And why shouldn't I step on Qui'lon's sword, even if it was real?

Qalid'čoa : I have answered your questions. Now you shall answer, mine.
Why do you trespass upon this place?

「Clank.
The axe swings again. The shockwave almost makes W take another step back. 」

W : I'm here to pick a fight with the Confessarii. What's that altar used for? Tell me, or else!

Qalid'čoa : ...
The mission of this altar has ended. No one visits this place anymore, except fools who stumble upon it.

That strange fellow answered all my questions with flat interest. Clearly, he'd rather return to this work with the axe than engage with me.
I've lashed out at him, but my anger was met with no response. It's like throwing stones into a bottomless pit.
What did he mean? He's not with the Confessarii? Shouldn't he have come after me with his axe the moment the words left my mouth?

W : Hey, I'm talking to you—

[W fires her grenade launcher at him. ]

The smoke clears, but the gaunt figure remains upright.
I didn't think I could take him out with a single bomb, but seriously, not even a scratch?

Qalid'čoa : Futile. This vessel will never change again.
A failed vessel that has been denied both eternal life as the instrument of the Crown's coming, and the sweet release of death.

W : So you're one of the Confessarii's failed experiments too?
You feel bad for yourself? I could free you from your suffering.

[W launches several mines. ]

Qalid'čoa : It is but futile.

「The man swings his stone axe and bats away W's bomb, as though swatting away a fly. 」

Good, I got a response from him.
That means there's a chance!
Three, two—

<Background flashes>

The bomb falls exactly where I expected it to. A section of the cavern collapses, trapping him beneath, but not enough to kill him.
I point my gun at his head.

W : You said the Confessarii made you indestructible? Let's see if I can't blow a hole in your brain at this range.
The Confessarii like their experiments, don't they? Did you guys make those bighead moths? Disgusting den of monsters.
Cut the poetry and answer my questions. Did you know Theresa?

Qalid'čoa : The exiled one has had the honor of seeing that King of Sarkaz...
This, is where the tragic King was reborn.

W : —!
This is the place... they... how did they do it?

Qalid'čoa : The Confessarii brought the King's bloodied body back, and cut her soul from the myriad. But she was already entwined within the myriad, and could no longer exist as herself.

「W turns around, toward the altar in the center of the cavern.
The menacing building looks unnerving and smells faintly of blood. 」

What had happened here?
I dare not think about it, but I can't stop myself.

W : Why...?

Qalid'čoa : The present of Sarkaz needed her to die. The future of Sarkaz needed her to live.
As the King of Sarkaz, she gave her all, her spirit and her wisdom, her blood and her bone.
You followed the King's path as her former subject, but she is no longer the one you knew.
I saw her awakening, the sorrow on her face. I saw the weight on her soul, her eternal torment.

W : Enough... shut up.

Qalid'čoa : She was a sacrifice to the myriad souls, to Kazdel, to all the past and future Sarkaz.

W : I said SHUT UP!

[W blasts Qalid'čoa with her grenade launcher. ]

<Background Black>

I've had enough...
Kal'tsit, Doctor, Theresis... all of you.
All of you have your big dreams and ambitions. You talk about doing great things.
But did it change anything in the end? People keep dying, the people who should die, the people who shouldn't, and the people who really shouldn't. And you won't even let her have her final rest!
To hell with the myriad souls and the suffering of the Sarkaz. Why should a person have to bear all this burden?
All of you can go to hell!
I'll blow this place... the place of her desecration to oblivion.

[W destroys the Confessarius altar with a bomb. ]

<Background 5>

W : *pant*... *pant*...

「Dust fills the entire cavern. The decrepit ornaments lie in ruins. Yet, the explosions are not enough to quench her anger.
In the deepest reaches of the cavern, a lone altar resembling a door remains. 」

Empty Whispers : ...

W : What is this?

Empty Whispers : I...

W : Your Highness?

<Background fades out>

「W pushes the door open. 」

After operation

Summary

W hears Theresa's echo, and finally accepts that Theresa has joined the myriad souls. She lays down her burden and prepares to truly face Theresa.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 5>

W : Found you.

Sarkaz Warrior : ...
Crazy... you're crazy, just like they said.

W : I'm glad you already know. Then you must also know what I do to those who won't tell me what I want to know.
Now talk. What are you people planning around Kazdel? What's behind this overly simple operation?
Don't act like I'm stupid just because I don't care about all the ins and outs of Theresis giving up Kazdel.

Sarkaz Warrior : You didn't break free of my witchcraft. How long do you think you can last?

W : Until you beg for death on your knees and spit out everything you know.

Sarkaz Warrior : Hah.
Mercenary...
You think you're the special one that gets to live... everyone does, until death finally comes for them.
Death forgets no one. The myriad souls are waiting. You won't escape, and neither will she... it's all futile.

W : What about you?

Sarkaz Warrior : Me? I'm happy to embrace my death.
Say goodbye to weakness, Sarkaz.
A new era has dawned. It belongs to us.
Even if there's no place for "me" in "us".

[The Sarkaz commits suicide with an explosion. ]

W : ...

Babel Squad Member : W! Your hand... medic! We need a medic over here!

W : Damn, he triggered the grenade.

「With the Sarkaz's death, his Arts cease; the mire fades and the stench of decay dissipates. Yet, why does the wilderness around them remain so dark?
A sense of unease deepens.
The expression on the Sarkaz warriors as they died was one of devotion.
Why would such an expression appear on the faces of men like them? 」

W : Were you able to get in touch with HQ?

Babel Squad Member : Intra-squad communication has been partially restored.
Heavy interference still prevents us from reaching headquarters, though. It's possible that Originium activity is spreading in the area.
No need to worry, though. We haven't heard about any attacks on HQ. Plus, they have Her Highness and the Doctor there.
We're one step away from winning this war.

W : ...
Where's the vehicle? We're going back now.

Babel Squad Member : But we haven't received further instructions.
We could upset the Doctor's plans if we move without orders—

[The squad member's transceiver beeps. ]

Babel Squad Member : Wait, I'm getting a message... it's from Scout!
Scout says...
...

W : ...
......

<Background RI Corridor DM>

「Babel was merely a temporary refuge, no different from the countless others before it. Or so W had believed.
True, there was always clean food and water, the badly wounded were not just left to die, and there were a few interesting guys around.
But at the end of the day, it was all the same. Just a place to stay.
It was not the first time W had lost her home, before she joined up with Hoederer and Ines.
Sometimes, she would return to camp and find it in flames. Sometimes, she was the one who set it on fire.
It was what she was used to. No Sarkaz truly believes in peace and quiet. Destruction was the norm. Conflict was the spice of life.
But when she saw the collapsed columns, the blood stains in the corridors, and the doctors yelling instructions...
For the first time, she felt a profound sense of... collapse. 」

<Background 6>

W : What happened—

[A Babel medic rushes past. ]

Babel Member : Out of the way! Out of the way! Make way for the wounded!
Make room in the sickbay—

W : ...

Babel Member : Out of the way!

W : Where's Her Highness?

Babel Member : No idea. All security systems have failed. Dr. Kal'tsit is—look out!

[A Deathveil Assassin suddenly appears, nearly slicing W. ]

Hornless Assassin : ...

W : Did you do this?

Hornless Assassin : Sarkaz.
It's over.

W : Don't say that.

[W clashes blades against the assassin. ]

Hornless Assassin : Now I see.
Her blood was no different from ours.

W : You—

「Everything turns dark once more, like a curse that refuses to lift.
Darkness engulfs the light, consuming it completely. No one can escape the night. 」

Hornless Assassin : The war is over, along with its strife.
Listen, Sarkaz. Victory belongs to—

[The assassin collapses before he could finish. ]

Hornless Assassin : ...Urk.

「A blade penetrates the assassin's chest. 」

Ascalon : Babel didn't give you any orders, W. What are you doing here?

W : You want to talk to me about violating orders? Now?

Ascalon : ...

「Ascalon looks at her.
W had worked with Ascalon for a while now, but this was the first time she saw that look on her face, that look in her eyes. She did not even know that Ascalon was capable of such sorrow. 」

W : ...Is what Scout said true?

Ascalon : You shouldn't have come back. Not now.

W : ...
Where's Her Highness?

Ascalon : Sweep the ship, W.
Rhodes Island is not out of danger yet. Dr. Kal'tsit is busy dealing with emergencies. We're the only ones.

W : I'm asking you, where is Theresa?

Ascalon : Go to the mobility level. That's the most likely point of entry.

[W grips Ascalon's collar. ]

W : Are you bloody deaf?
You said she's dead. I want to see it with my own eyes.

Ascalon : Listen to me, Sarkaz mercenary W.
Fulfill your duty, unless you want Babel to fall, and all her effort to be for naught.

[W lets go... ]

W : Ah...
Hah! You're worthless. All of you. Worthless.
Why did I ever trust you? Why did I ever believe that you could—

[...and runs off. ]

<Background Black>

Nothing's changed.
Nothing ever did.
All high and mighty, were they not, everyone on this ship?
Didn't they spend all their time talking about their dreams, all their lofty ideals?
Then why couldn't they even protect one person?
All the things they've said, the things that I thought could be...
I was the fool who believed.
I...

[W runs up to Theresa's office and opens the door. ]

「I saw it.
The blood and footprints in the Chairman's Room.
There was nothing else left.
It was like nothing was ever there.
The darkness was thick and sticky. It always is.
Theresa is dead.
And I didn't even get to see her one last time. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 6>

W : Your Highness? What are you doing here...?

Theresa : ...

W : The door's still—when did it get fixed?
Guess Closure's good for something after all.
The old hag too... Rhodes Island stayed together, barely, after you were gone. She did her best. So did the little bunny.
I... I did my part, too. I... I wanted to see you again. Ever since I got to Londinium, I've wondered when I could...
I never understood. Why did you always... always put yourself through so much...
Just like how I never understood why you cared so much about that broken door...

Theresa : Theresa is gone.

W : What?
Then who's standing right there? No... I must be dreaming. Why would Her Highness talk to me? Am I talking to myself?

Theresa : But the work of the Sarkaz is not done. I will give myself to our cause.
For a future where all of us can sleep without fear.

W : I don't understand, but I believe you.
What about you, then...?

Theresa : ...

「Theresa turns around and pushes the door. 」

「It opens.
Theresa walks through the door, followed by countless silhouettes.
Their voices booming, their questions piercing.
"The Sarkaz will never be saved."
"No one can escape suffering, for we had once suffered. No one can escape hatred, for we had once hated."
"All the senseless deaths, all the shattered hopes... where is paradise? Where is peace?"
Theresa's steps are slow and heavy.
W opens her mouth. What should she say? What could she say?
She finally realizes that it was not a conversation she had just experienced, but an echo of Theresa.
But she could not resist asking the shadow. 」

W : How can I save you, Your Highness, if you're still alive?

Theresa : Keep going. You will go further than I ever have.

W : How will I know I've gone far enough?
If I killed you... will you be saved?

「There is no answer.
Theresa does not turn back. Neither do the silhouettes.
Their footsteps are slow, but their direction remains unwavering.
Theresa walks further into the light, almost out of sight. 」

W : Your Highness!

「W finally lets out what she's been holding back. 」

W : Screw the myriad souls. Screw their sufferings.
I'll bring peace back to you. Maybe you've never had true peace... but—ack, screw it!
I'll... end it all.
For you, Your Highness.

[The clacking of footsteps briefly pause before resuming. ]

「Did she see Theresa stop for a brief moment? W isn't sure. 」

「She shimmers and blends into the light.
Darkness returns once more. 」

<Background 4>

W : What was that?

Qalid'čoa : You heard the King's echo.

W : You're alive?!

「Qalid'čoa appears behind W without her realizing. Neither the bombs nor the falling rocks left a mark on him.
He comes up beside W and gently closes the door. 」

Qalid'čoa : Her Highness has left.

W : How could you be so calm when I just blew up your home?!

Qalid'čoa : Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. If destruction is evitable, why despair when it comes.

W : You don't let things get to you, I'll give you that... Honestly, I'm starting to find you interesting.
Aren't you supposed to be really powerful? Didn't any of the Kings of Sarkaz try to send you to do something useful?

Qalid'čoa : The one I serve, Qui'sartuštaj, transcends history itself. He is a colossal titan in the vast river of time.
I followed him in his wars. My sword, an instrument of death to his command. But my body, a failed vessel at extending his life.

W : Guess even the craziest among us have their loyalists.

Qalid'čoa : The experiment failed. Unable to fulfill my destined purpose, I banished myself to this realm.
I am of no use, fit only to gather the remnants of bygone heroes and mourn the past.
I have been waiting... for someone to open the door to the future.
I thought Theresa would be the one to do so.

W : You...

「The gaunt figure picks up the broken altar fragments on the ground and grinds them into fine dust.
He trails the powder down his cheeks with his fingers, creating two streaks that resemble tears. 」

Qalid'čoa : Her Highness Theresa is gone. You have picked up her last echo.
The King of Sarkaz's old subject. Your presence here may not be a coincidence, young Sarkaz.

W : You know what? I think so too.
Got to leave a souvenir in the Confessarii's nest.

「Qalid'čoa looks down to find several bombs at his feet. 」

Qalid'čoa : Why did you...?

W : You know what? Of all the old freaks I've met, you're one of the more interesting ones.
But I couldn't leave a Confessarius without leaving a present behind.

Qalid'čoa : What is your name, mercenary?

W : Find it on Theresis's tombstone.

[W presses a button and the bombs detonate. ]

Operation story: 14-7

Before operation

Summary

The Royal Court's troops attack Lifebone. W makes an explosive entry and meets up with Ines. Manfred sneaks into Lifebone and deals Hoederer a mortal blow.

<Background Black>

「Fifty-eight hours into the operation... 」

<Background 1>

[The mercenaries protecting Lifebone exchange fire with Manfred's troops. ]

W Squad Member : *Sarkaz swearing*! How are we supposed to fight these guys when our equipment doesn't even come close to theirs?
Evacuate! Now!

[The squad retreats. ]

Sarkaz Royal Court Soldier A : Lifebone's signal is strong. We have a good fix on its location.
Forward! Scout casters advance!

[The soldier's neck gets sliced from behind... ]

Sarkaz Royal Court Soldier A : Argh—

[...and he collapses. ]

Sarkaz Royal Court Soldier B : Look out! Enemies!

[A flash of Arts incapacitates the other soldier. ]

Sarkaz Royal Court Commander : In formation! Watch for ambush!
Infantry, form a line! Casters, provide cover!

[Ines retreats into the shadows. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Ines : Royal Court elites, under Manfred's direct command... a lot of them.
No heavy firepower, though. I can at least slow them down.
Hoederer was right...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Hoederer : Ulšulah knows our defenses are weak, and she'll tell Manfred. We can use this to our advantage.
The Military Commission won't allow Lifebone to fall into enemy hands. Manfred would destroy it if he had no other choice.
Draw them in. Avoid direct confrontation.
Manfred will be cautious about the use of heavy weapons as long as he thinks there's a chance to retake the skeleton intact. That gives us a chance to buy time.
With enough time, there's a sliver of hope.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Ines : This had better work, Hoederer.

??? : What's this bothersome shadow?

<Background flashes>

Ines : Nachzehrer Arts—

[Nadine reveals herself. ]

Nadine : Mercenaries are just mercenaries. Maybe you could hold your own in a one-to-one fight, or small-scale confrontations.
But where did you find the nerve to fight a real war?
I've always been curious. What made mercenaries like you choose to become enemies of the Military Commission?

[Nadine uses her Arts again. ]

<Background flashes repeatedly>

「The shadow blends into the vast darkness, yet not enough to escape the decay that closely follows. 」

Nadine : We have intel of a merc who could manipulate shadows. Are you Ines?
An outsider, dressing herself up as Sarkaz, participating in the wars of the Sarkaz... what are you? A Sarkaz fangirl?

Ines : I become less interested when the Sarkaz talk too much—

「Shadows erupt from beneath the Nachzehrer, morphing into sharp blades that streak towards her chest, only to tear through layers of tattered cloth.
The Nachzehrer's ribbons are wrapped tightly around the shadow blades, until they shatter and disintegrate. The Nachzehrer's knife presses against Ines's throat. 」

Ines : ...

Nadine : Nice party trick, not enough to take down a real soldier, though. Amateur.
Consider yourself lucky that I don't approve of the Sanguinarch's methods.
A new era for the Sarkaz is dawning. Mercenaries like you who strayed from the path should get a second chance.
Are you the leader of this rabble? I am Lieutenant General Nadine, General Manfred's deputy, and I offer you the chance to surrender. I suggest you take it.

Ines : ...Hah.

Nadine : You don't look scared.

Ines : Scared of what? A wet-behind-the-ear rookie who's on a real battlefield for the first time?

Nadine : What did you say?

Ines : I know your type. You got into the Military Commission's academy because of your Royal Court bloodline, studied a few theories, and got promoted to staff officer as soon as you graduated.
Sorry to say but real war is a bit harder than those exams you passed.

Nadine : You'll pay the price for your futile taunting.

Ines : It's not futile if it distracts you.
Who's the amateur now, Lieutenant General?

[Ines steps backwards. Before Nadine can react, she is hit with a barrage of explosions. ]

<Background flashes repeatedly>

W : Damn, this thing packs a punch. That heap of deadwood wasn't lying.
How did you know I was coming?

Ines : I could smell the explosives from a mile away.

W : Oh yeah? Guess we're starting to build chemistry.

Ines : I'd rather not have my brain cells mixed with your bomb-blasted ones, thank you very much.

W : Enough small talk. How many did the Military Commission send? I'll blow them all the way back to Kazdel.

<Background 1>

Ines : Where did you go? And what's with the outfit change?

W : My old garb was a little frayed, so I had to improvise.
You'd never believe what I ran into out there.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 3>

[W throws multiple bombs at Qalid'čoa, yet he still stands. ]

W : *cough*... You're tough for a heap of deadwood.
If I can't blow you up, at least I'll blast all this stuff.

Qalid'čoa : These weapons and armor are relics of great Sarkaz heroes.
Your weapons will not harm them.

W : So you're saying these things are blast proof?
Alright, don't mind if I do!
Better for them to get some sunshine with me than rot in here.

Qalid'čoa : Young mercenary, you should respect the Sarkaz heroes—

[W throws more bombs at him. ]

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

W : What's going on? Where's Manfred? I could use a target to try out my new gear.

Ines : Don't be hasty. You'll ruin our plan if you make too much of a scene.

W : Why? Does Hoederer have some trick up his sleeve again?

[Nadine suddenly reappears. ]

Nadine : You have squandered your only chance to live.
You refused to join the Military Commission. Now, you will fuel the war.

<Background 4>

Manfred : I hear the sound of fighting.

Royal Court Soldier : Things are going smoothly, sir. We haven't run into much resistance.
The mercenaries are no match for us, but it would be difficult to stop them from destroying Lifebone out of desperation.

Manfred : No, they won't do it.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 5>

Manfred : This book has no ending.

Hoederer : It's just a manuscript from an unknown writer. Hardly worthy of your attention, general.

Manfred : I remember you, veteran.
You like reading? Not just any book, but the kind that promotes this sort of... pessimism towards war.

Hoederer : I...

Manfred : No need to justify your reading interests.
Be honest with me, mercenary. What ending would you write, if you were the author?

Hoederer : ...The hero returns home.

Manfred : Not a death in battle?

Hoederer : ...

Manfred : A warrior should think of more than his home, in battle.

Hoederer : Whose homes should he think of, then?

Manfred : Your empathy is admirable.

Hoederer : Pardon my impudence.

Manfred : Sentimentality is a necessary trait in an author.
But indecision is the worst trait in a soldier.

Hoederer : ...I understand.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background Black>

Manfred : Your compassion is the reason I've kept you alive for so long.
But you should have gone back to Kazdel, become a teacher or a farmer, giving up your ludicrous mercenary career.
Lifebone was meant to be a way home for all warriors.

<Background 4>

Manfred : Remain vigilant. A beast is most dangerous when cornered.
Keep up the pressure. Give them no quarter.

Royal Court Soldier : Sir! Look out!

Manfred : —!

<Background flashes>

「No one sees the smoke coagulate into a blade, as subtly as mist condenses into dew.
The soldier beside Manfred throws himself in front of his commander. The blade impales him, delaying it for an instant.
Enough for Manfred to draw his sword. 」

Manfred : You won't—

[Manfred successfully counters the attack, now standing face-to-face with his opponent. ]

Ascalon : ...

[Ascalon disappears into the mist. ]

Manfred : —!

「It all happens in the blink of an eye. Arts coagulate by Manfred's side, just as he swings his sword upwards.
But Ascalon's blade is swifter. This time, there is no doubt, no hesitation. 」

<Background flashes>

「A blow long due.
The assassin and the general cross blades, severing life and death.
And all of their past ties. 」

<Background flashes red>

Royal Court Soldier : General!

「The sword impales Ascalon's shoulder.
But the sleeve-blade pierces Manfred's heart. 」

Manfred : Ah...
You've... lived up to your words...

Ascalon : As I said I would.

Manfred : If you had made up your mind... I would have died at your hand... a long time ago.

Ascalon : I still have regrets about not killing you the night you left Kazdel.
...Farewell.

[Manfred falls to the ground as he dies... ]

Ascalon : ...

Manfred? : What a shame. I thought you would at least shed a tear.

Ascalon : Wha—

[...but he stands back up again, revealing themselves to be the disguised Damazti Cluster. ]

Damazti Cluster : You would have recognized us under any other circumstances.
Quick and direct, weren't you?
Did you care too much about him, or too little?

[Royal Court soldiers surround Ascalon. ]

Ascalon : —!

Damazti Cluster : Everything went exactly as Manfred expected.
You still don't know Manfred well enough, for all the years that you've been rivals.
But he knows you all too well.

<Background 6>

Mercenary Scout : We've engaged the Royal Court on both the north and south sides, and we're pulling back our lines as planned.
Everything has gone according to plan, so far.

Hoederer : Good...
Any sign of Manfred?

Mercenary Scout : Not yet...

Hoederer : He wouldn't be content to just sit in the back and bark orders at a time like this.
...I hope things go smoothly for Ascalon.

Mercenary Scout : No, she won't be coming back.

Hoederer : What did you say?

[Hoederer swings his greatsword at the scout, which is revealed to be the Damazti Cluster. ]

Hoederer : Wha—

[An explosion blasts the side of Lifebone. Royal Court soldiers led by Manfred march in. ]

Manfred : I knew you would be here.

Hoederer : Manfred...

Manfred : Delay tactics... did you really think protecting this skeleton would help you turn the tables?

[The two immediately engage in sword fighting. ]

Manfred : Why?
I gave you a chance. I gave you far too many chances. You knew the smart thing to do!

Hoederer : Once again, you're having Sarkaz slaughter Sarkaz.
Haven't you had enough of "wars" like this?

Manfred : You disappoint me...
Their death is not on me, but your naivete!
You should have left a long time ago. Isn't this what you had always longed for?
Now, your mercenaries will die here, as will my soldiers, for something so meaningless... have you not learned the lessons of the civil war?

Hoederer : That's why the Sarkaz shouldn't repeat the mistakes of the past! Haven't we all seen what the civil war became?
We lost an entire generation to the civil war, and you're trying to kill more?
Nothing will come of this war. This war against all of Terra!

Manfred : Something will come of it. Something must.

[The two continue fighting, blades criss-crossing and clanging. ]

Manfred : You have seen it already. You just refuse to acknowledge it.

Hoederer : To hate and be hated... if that's the Military Commission's goal, then mission accomplished.

Manfred : Don't you understand? That's the reason I needed you to get out of this!
Yes, the civil war cost Kazdel an entire generation, and made you and I out of the survivors... Murderers who can only live by the sword.
Why have you stayed, if you wanted to change all of this?
There was so much more you could have done and should have done.

Hoederer : So what if I returned to Kazdel? What happens next?
How do I describe to the children the fields where their fathers, their mothers, their brothers, and their sisters are buried? How do I make them believe in another future?
Hatred is a means to unity, but you cannot let that unity become the spark for a new hatred.
I can't leave. Not while the war continues.

Manfred : So you have chosen to live and die with the war.
In that case, I will give you the answer.

[Manfred rushes forward at incredible speed. ]

<Background flashes red>

Hoederer : Ngh—

Manfred : Hoederer, you coward.
You lack even the courage to keep living.
This is what makes you so contemptible.
...This is what disappoints me so deeply.

After operation

Summary

In the ducal alliance camp, Siege finds the Victorian soldiers ill-prepared for the drastically different battlefield conditions. Meanwhile, the Nachzehrer King enters the warzone to personally lead his army.

[Siege's group listens to a comms broadcast. ]

「"...The seventh batch of new comms stations has been set up. One-third of all comm lines have been restored."
"Data from makeshift Catastrophe monitoring stations indicate stabilizing atmospheric Originium concentration, but rising underground Originium activity.
"Two more teams of engineers have arrived at their destination. Continue to eliminate obstacles standing in the way of the main fleet."
"Four battleships from the Duke of Gododdin, including the Felicis, will arrive at the rendezvous point in fifteen minutes to join the escort flotilla after resupply."
"Joint Command confirms that Wellington reinforcements—" 」

[The broadcast cuts off. ]

<Background 7>

Siege : You hear those announcements? The ducal alliance's forward base is just ahead.

Delphine : Smooth sailing so far.
We owe Rhodes Island our thanks for plotting our route. And it's not just us who are indebted to them.

Indra : Should we drive our tanks straight in? Small encounters are one thing, but this is one of the main camps of the ducal alliance. Will the Exemplars' ID code really work?

[A transmission comes in. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Of course. Please leave trifles like these to me and proceed ahead.

Siege : Your entrances are always so sudden, Mister Asher. Looks like you've been keeping an eye on our little procession in the middle of everything else you had to do.

Indra : There's a group of soldiers up ahead, Vina! Plus a few trucks of ammo, gear, and food!
Should we just accept it? Could be a trap this berk's laid for us.

Siege : Yes... we'll take it.
Ideals alone don't win battles.
Thank you, Mr. Bellingham. Sincerely, this time. You've helped us more than once.

"Trilby Asher" : Please, don't call me that. I'm perfectly content being the Strange Man in the Hat. It's for the better if you suspect ulterior motives behind my every move.
These gifts aren't just for Gibsonham. It's also for everything that Rhodes Island has done. We have sent people to direct civilians to the safe zones.

Siege : Gifts? Didn't think you engaged in such courtesies.

"Trilby Asher" : Better than not doing anything, isn't it? You know how Victoria works. The towns around Londinium were not part of the Duke of Caster's jurisdiction.
Considering the circumstances, however, Her Grace was forced to take certain actions that might perhaps be controversial in the future, in order to provide safe shelters for as many as possible—

Siege : Enough, I'm not interested in how Duke Caster intends to win people over.
Tell me where the Stone of the Sword is, and what's happening at the front lines.

"Trilby Asher" : No need to rush, Your Royal Highness. The history of the Stone of the Sword is long and complex...
Ideally, I would require several dozen photographs, an abundance of literature, and have you cleared for the highest access before I could properly recount these stories.
In any case, I will take you to the front personally. If I were you, I would tell the troops to get some rest at the camp, while they still can.
You will learn more about the situation at the camp. Seeing is worth a thousand words, is it not?

<Background 8>

Bagpipe : Here, I'll help!

Victorian Soldier : Heave, ho!

[The two set down a crate of ammo in the tent. ]

Victorian Soldier : That's the last crate.

Horn : Thank you. We were running short on ammo.

Bagpipe : The logistics team says they'll whip up a bonnie meal from the supplies ye brought before we head out. Care tae join us for a bite?

Victorian Soldier : Thanks for the offer, but we've got Sarkaz scums to kill.
We just received orders from Command to join up with the assault on Silverrock Bluffs once we've transferred the supplies.
Those monsters... Nachzehrers, they're called? I can't wait to put them down!
Look at this. The newest crossbows, AP ammo, precision Arts Units. This stuff would be rare even in elite units in ordinary times.

Shearer : What about Originium protection? Fighting Sarkaz isn't just about firepower.

Victorian Soldier : No worries. We've been issued a full set of PPE, plus medication. Look.

[The soldier taps the medicine bottle. ]

Shearer : What the...

[An officer walks into the tent. ]

Victorian Officer : Break's over, Private Brown. Get ready to move.
Have you oiled your crossbow?

Victorian Soldier : I'll oil it with the blood of Sarkaz. Hope their blood doesn't stink too much.

Victorian Officer : Good man. Now back to your squad.

[The soldier obeys and exits the tent. Shearer approaches the officer. ]

Shearer : Are you the commander of this unit? My name's Shearer. I served as the medical officer on the Duke of Windermere's flagship.
Your soldiers claim they've been issued sufficient Originium PPE, but—

Victorian Officer : What are you trying to say, lieutenant? As far as I know, the Duke of Windermere's troops have withdrawn from the war. It's not your place to question me.
Go back to whatever you're supposed to be doing.

[Shearer steps forward and grabs the officer by his collar. ]

Shearer : You know full well, don't you?
This type of equipment offers protection against mild industrial pollution at best. And yet you're issuing them to soldiers...
Soldiers who are about to walk into highly active Originium plume, to face a Catastrophe and Infected Sarkaz head-on!
They'll all get infected, and die on the front lines from acute symptoms!

Victorian Officer : On what authority are you speaking to me? As a lieutenant of the so-called Exemplars?

Shearer : I'm questioning you as a citizen of Victoria with a medical education, Major.

Victorian Officer : Victorian citizen, eh...?
Then you should know that not even Victoria could produce specialized Originium PPE for a hundred thousand soldiers on such short notice.

Shearer : But you should at least tell them the truth!
By observing proper operating procedures in highly active Originium environments, their infection rates could be reduced by as much as—

Victorian Officer : Spare me the lecture. We came to fight. We came to die.
But we will take the Sarkaz with us, until victory belongs to Victoria!
Infected? Oripathy? There will be no confirmed cases of Oripathy in the Victorian Army before the end of the war.

Shearer : This is absurd! You're—

Victorian Officer : Me, my commanding officer, and his commanding officer will all be wearing the same protective equipment. We will charge with our men; nay, we'll be leading the charge.
Now, let go of me.

[Shearer lets go. ]

Victorian Officer : If you want to make a difference, Exemplar, go to the front lines.

[The officer storms out of the tent. ]

Horn : ...Lieutenant Shearer.

Shearer : You heard him...

Horn : Thanks to advance warning from our Rhodes Island friends, the Exemplars have sufficient protective gear. We even have some to spare—

Shearer : Don't even think about it.
What little we can provide is just a drop in the ocean for the tens of thousands in need.
All we can do is take care of ourselves. We have our own duty.
To bring an end to all this, as quickly as we can...

[Shearer steps out of the tent. In that brief moment, Horn sees something through the gap. ]

Horn : It... can't be?!

[Horn peeks out the front of the tent... ]

Bagpipe : Captain?

Horn : It's him.
—

[...and rushes outside. ]

Bagpipe : Yer shield... why are ye loadin' your weapon, Captain? Whit're ye daein'?
Wait for me!

<Background 9>

Bagpipe : What did ye see?

Horn : Someone I thought to be long dead.

<Background 10>

<Flashback starts here>

[A Victorian soldier steps in front of Horn. ]

Adjutant Hill : Lieutenant.

Horn : What happened to my men?

Adjutant Hill : They are here. Rest assured, they're only unconscious.

Horn : I don't mean Cello's group.
You know who I mean.

Adjutant Hill : —

[Horn slams her shield in front of him. ]

Horn : Don't push me, or it won't be my shield against your chin.

Adjutant Hill : *cough*, *cough* *cough*... If you draw your sword, you'll be assaulting an ally.

Horn : Heh. Ally?
At what point, since the moment we entered County Hillock, have you ever treated us as an ally?!
Answer me!!!

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 9>

Horn : —Lost him.
Hill... adjutant to Colonel Hamilton.
I thought he had died in the fires of Dublinn with the Colonel.
Not just him. I saw many familiar faces on the Wellington tanks. They could change their clothes, but I'll never forget their faces.

Bagpipe : County Hillock...

Horn : I remember my men, Bagpipe, and how each of them died.
Cello and Oboe died at the hands of Dublinn. Triangle, Snare, Bass, and Mandolin died to "friendly fire".
Moments before dying, Triangle asked me, "who is our enemy?"
There isn't a night when I don't think about that question.
Just who is our enemy, Bagpipe?

Bagpipe : It's... Dublinn.

Horn : Dublinn... Certainly, we could hate the Tarans.
You once told me that you encountered the former "Leader" of Dublinn, and let her go.

Bagpipe : Aye.

Horn : I met our enemy too. The Dublinn commander who killed Cello. I buried her by the walls of Londinium with my own hands.
I couldn't stop myself from hating her, but I know she's far from the only one responsible for this tragedy.
Why did our comrades, the most loyal soldiers of Victoria, die at County Hillock, while Hill and more traitors live?

Bagpipe : Captain, we...

Horn : I know what I'm doing.
If we fire at the duke's tents now, we risk bringing down the alliance... even the dream of the Exemplars.
That's the saddest thing, isn't it?
We can't even take revenge.
Because they've put on their bloody Victorian uniforms, and once again become our "allies".

Bagpipe : Captain... permission to speak freely?

Horn : Granted.

Bagpipe : ...I don' trust 'em.
Would the men who killed our friends, the ones who fired on innocent civilians, really stand with us when we charge against the Sarkaz?
Even we cannae set aside our hatred and trust our lives tae our former enemies wi'oot reservation...
Could they?

[Siege and Delphine approach the two. ]

Siege : There you are.

Delphine : Vina and I inspected this forward base.
The troops are disciplined, and morale is high. The dukes are taking this seriously.
They seem to have reached a united front, allowing their troops to be organized according to function rather than faction.
At least, that's what it looks like on the surface.
We saw Caster's elites standing guard near all the Wellington tents.
And at least two or three groups of Caster's men stationed further away.

Siege : A faked unity is unity nonetheless.
At least, in a time of crisis, the dukes know who their true enemy is.

Shearer : One more piece of bad news. I checked out the field hospital. It's sparkling clean. There isn't a single wounded inside.

Horn : They’re abandoning the wounded? That's impossible. Morale would collapse.

Shearer : Or maybe there are no wounded.

Horn : Also impossible. We saw how fierce the fighting is on our way here. Things could only be worse at Silverrock Bluffs—
Wait, you don't mean...?

Shearer : None of the wounded made it back.

Siege : ...
We need to put an end to this tragedy as soon as we can.
The Exemplars' strength might be insignificant compared to the all-consuming war, but creating miracles, that's what we do.

[Sir Bellingham claps slowly as he approaches. ]

"Trilby Asher" : An inspiring pep talk. Repairs on your tanks are complete.

Siege : There you are at last.

Dagda : Wait, why's the ground red? It is your blood? Or...?

"Trilby Asher" : That's not important.
My orders are to ensure that the Sighs of Kings finds its pedestal. Should I fail, another will put on this hat and continue the work.
I bring a message from the Duke of Caster, Your Royal Highness. "Caster forever honors her commitments."

Siege : Enough pleasantries. Where is this pedestal, this Stone of the Sword?

"Trilby Asher" : You've seen the camp. You have an idea of what the front is like.
This is hardly the best time to tell you the truth, but we have no choice.
The pedestal is on the Gloriana, flagship of the Duke of Caster.

Delphine : What...?

Siege : ...You planned this all along.
You guided our path, gave us a place to rest, so you could lead us onto your home field.
What's next? Will Caster's troops turn their weapons on us if we say no?

"Trilby Asher" : Please, no need to get excited. Facts are facts, no matter how you choose to interpret them.
My orders were always to bring the Realmblade to the Stone of the Sword, with or without Exemplars.
Please, consider it an act of good faith that I am telling you the truth now, rather than simply taking the sword from you during your darkest hour.

Siege : ...Continue.

"Trilby Asher" : Like I said, the history around the sword and the pedestal is a complex one. One that ought to be known only by a selected few royals and nobles.
In the distant past, even before the Shah of Past and Future, an explorer discovered an artifact deep in the sands in the south of Sargon.
It was by no means a sword, but it was able to repress the spread of Originium crystals within a certain area
The treasure allowed the explorer to survive a Catastrophe that should have engulfed the entire team.

Siege : The legend of the Catastrophe cleaver...

"Trilby Asher" : The survivors forged a sword out of the artifact and presented it to the Shahanshah at the time, as a symbol of valor.
In the Year 737, the Aslan Padishah Lugalszamszi brought the Sighs of Kings to Victoria.

Siege : Decades later, his grandson became Victoria's first Lord of Lions.

"Trilby Asher" : The sword has severed the head of a red dragon, witnessed the reconciliation between Aslan and Draco, and became the symbol of Victoria's royal authority.
It has been damaged and reforged several times, and many have tried to uncover the secret behind its ability to fend off Catastrophe.
Scholars have yet to understand the principles behind the sword's power, but they did discover how to make the most of it.
The pedestal, dubbed Stone of the Sword, at the Mausoleum of Kings is the result of research by House Caster.

Siege : The Duke of Caster at the time kept a backup.

"Trilby Asher" : After the original pedestal in the Mausoleum of Kings was destroyed in that battle, the only working replica is kept on the Gloriana.

Delphine : For a century, Caster has coveted the Realmblade. The chance has finally arrived.
Countless soldiers and civilians will die in the war. But Caster gets to reap the fruit of victory and become the hero who saves Victoria?

"Trilby Asher" : Judge it as you will, but this is what little chance, if not the only chance at victory Victoria has in the present crisis.
Our trump card in this dangerous game.

Horn : Sugarcoat it all you want, but you can't convince us that the despicable scheming never happened.

"Trilby Asher" : The choice is yours, Your Royal Highness.

Siege : Enough.
I refuse to engage in arguments over power, while we denounce the dukes for being calculative.
There is no Princess Alexandrina, only Siege, leader of the Exemplars.
There is no symbol of royal authority. The Sighs of Kings is just a weapon, one that can win the war for Victoria.
We go to war.

"Trilby Asher" : Thank you, on behalf of Victoria.

「The spy takes half a step back and bows. 」

"Trilby Asher" : I'll lead the way. However...
You should prepare yourselves.

[The group drive through an active battlefield. ]

「"East vanguard reports retaking three villages by Duskglow River. Sarkaz forces continue to staunchly defend Silverrock Bluffs pass."
"All resistance on the southern front of the Redmane Mountains has been neutralized, however, Command expressly forbids crossing the mountains to flank the Sarkaz."
"All gunboats and dreadnoughts in position. Support gunboats have also arrived at their destination."
... 」

[Cannons fire across the battlefield. ]

「The ground continues to tremble. The weary travelers can no longer distinguish the quakes from bombardments or the clusters of Originium erupting from the earth.
The earth is scarred by deep, crisscrossing battleship tread marks. The stench of blood and sludge hangs heavily in the air.
The Exemplars' tanks lumber through the rugged terrain. 」

<Background 11>

Siege : We're almost in the hot zone.
How far until Duke Caster's flagship?

"Trilby Asher" : A moment please. I'm searching for the signal.
Keep heading north, and we'll soon—

[A sudden blast of Arts pierce through their frontlines. ]

Siege : Witchcraft guns!
The lead tank has been destroyed! We've taken damage too.

Indra : We can't move. Is it the engine or the wheel?

Dagda : Possibly both.

Siege : Fix it ASAP.
We can't stay here. We need to deliver the Realmblade to the Stone of the Sword.

Indra : Wait... what's that mountain? I don't recall any mountain like that outside Londinium.

Horn : That's no mountain...
It's Originium.

<Background fades out>

「The churning tides of Originium have coalesced into a colossal mass, blotting out the sun and transforming the very landscape. In its shadow, even battleships appear as mere specks.
Above the mountain of Originium— 」

「A withered throne ominously hovers.
The Nachzehrer King gazes upon the battlefield.
All seeds sprout at the same time, withered branches creeping towards every death shrouded corner. 」

Nezzsalem : Go, my bravest warriors.
Gnaw upon the greatest bone. Tear iron and steel apart as you would skin and flesh. Rip, tear, consume.
We shall teach the Victorians: the master of war—
Shall master war.

Operation story: 14-8

Before operation

Summary

The Exemplars meet the enemy on the battlefield. The Duke of Caster receives news that Siege has brought the Realmblade to the front lines. Dublinn's forces, led by Eblana, join the battlefield, and the duel between the Duke of Wellington and the Nachzehrer King begins.

<Background 1>

Morgan : What the hell are those things up in the sky?!

Delphine : Get down!

[Delphine shoves Morgan out of the way as Sarkaz witchcraft bombard them. ]

Morgan : Urgh! *cough* *cough* *cough!
Delphine, your right hand—

Delphine : Don't touch.
This isn't any normal cannonfire. Sarkaz witchcraft... is corrosive in nature. I won't be much help.

Morgan : Those people still trapped in the polluted area...

Delphine : It's too late for them.

Indra : You got shit in the air, stuff growing on the ground, AND crystals and dust everywhere! Can't even take a damn step!

Siege : The Sarkaz want to turn this battlefield into their home turf – forcing us to put down our gear and cower while they pummel us.
When it comes to a head-to-head infantry battle, the Sarkaz will surely have an advantage due to their natural physique.

Indra : Alright, I get it now. It's all just a dirty trick!

Siege : Which is why we can't afford to get caught off guard. If they ever get the drop on us, we're done for on the spot.
Morgan, get as many of our vehicles up and running as you can. Avoid any close combat with Sarkaz infantry.
Even if a vehicle's destroyed, don't overlook the mounted cannon. They're the best weapons we've got.

Morgan : Understood!

Siege : Delphine,send the signalers out as widely as you feasibly can. The Exemplars will be able to maintain communication that way, at the least.

Delphine : Of course.

Siege : If we want to push forward, we're going to have to take down that altar up ahead.
Horn, covering fire!

Horn : Roger!

[Horn fires her weapon at the enemy. ]

Siege : Indra, your team's responsible for holding the enemy back. Doesn't matter if it's casters or Arts Creations or whatever those things are up in the sky.

Indra : You got it.

Siege : Dagda's team, you're with me.

Dagda : Same as always?

Siege : Same as always.
I can see the core – move out.

[The two of them rush out of cover. ]

<Background fades out and in>

「Another altar of Sarkaz witchcraft.
Climb, pull up, leap, bring down the hammer.
As the war rages on, they've become more and more familiar with these war machines resembling the devils' eyes.
They've become more and more familiar with war itself.
Vina often feels as if Indra, Morgan, and Dagda have changed somewhat. She trusts that the very same changes can be seen in her.
Is it a change for the better? Or a change that came far too late?
The devil's crimson eye stares at her. 」

[The squad blast the altar. ]

「The hammer comes down hard, and the altar begins to collapse before Siege even reaches the ground. 」

Dagda : It worked! Phew...
We took it down even quicker than the last one.

Siege : I hear something.
Back up!

[The squad narrowly dodges a blast of Arts aimed at them. ]

Indra : Something's... growin' outta that bloody thing! It's another altar, not far from the one we knocked down!
How many of these little buggers did they bury in the ground? Bloody hell...

「There's no end to them.
Siege tightly grips her hammer.
They are adapting. But not quickly enough. 」

Siege : Trilby Asher, has the location of the Stone of the Sword changed?

"Trilby Asher" : I haven't been notified of any changes to the plan.

Siege : Can the ship still move, with all the Originium crystals everywhere?

"Trilby Asher" : I'll have you know, Victoria has the most powerful fleet on land.
We might be slowed a little, but we're certainly not without options.

[Cannons boom loudly in the distance ]

Siege : I hear naval guns.

"Trilby Asher" : I believe it's the Iron Duke's Gastrell, going by the sound.
The next round of our assault is beginning.

<Background 2>

[Meanwhile, the Duke of Caster's battleship batteries continues to fire at the Sarkaz. ]

Flag Officer : One of Abercorn's assault ships has run into the Sarkaz advance brigade!
The enemy was hiding in the fog and suddenly appeared–
Our vision is severely limited by the Originium crystals and we can't follow their movements at all!

Duke of Caster : Has mid-range communication been restored yet?

Flag Officer : The ship's comm tower is still out of commission. Engineering's trying to repair it, but in this Originium-dense zone...
Your Grace, what are you doing on deck?
There's Originium dust everywhere outside, please try not to leave the command center...

Duke of Caster : I've heard that Wellington always stands on the deck of the Gastrell, personally commanding his frontline troops.

Flag Officer : The Iron Duke has been through many battles, but you...

Duke of Caster : Just now, the Gastrell opened fire.

"Trilby Asher" : Your ears did not deceive you.

Duke of Caster : Is he still pressing forward?

"Trilby Asher" : I'm afraid so. The Iron Duke's forces have penetrated deeper than we thought, and are about to collide with the Sarkaz core units.

Duke of Caster : Wellington...

"Trilby Asher" : Does he plan to take the head of the Sarkaz regent?

Duke of Caster : The Wesley Wellington I knew was indeed a warrior before he became the Iron Duke.
His bravery might have bordered on madness... but he would never gamble with the outcome of a battle.

"Trilby Asher" : Regardless, the Iron Duke's recklessness has placed us at great risk.
As per the initial orders, Duke Abercorn's and Duke Ashworth's men are following the Iron Duke... and among them, our vanguard as well.
Factoring in the surrounding Originium, our front line is being stretched thin.

Duke of Caster : What of the "eyes" you placed aboard the Gastrell?

"Trilby Asher" : Nothing yet.
Even us Trilby Ashers are experiencing some... serious delays in communication.

Duke of Caster : Aileen, confirm the status of the Stone of the Sword.

Flag Officer : No issues so far!
We will never allow the Stone of the Sword to be tainted by Sarkaz witchcraft.

"Trilby Asher" : Your Grace, the Poet has launched a flare.

Duke of Caster : So Alexandrina and the Sighs of Kings will arrive soon.
Have your people keep a close eye on them. Don't let the sword get lost on the battlefield.
We must put the Sighs of Kings to work immediately.
Unless the comms are restored fully... the so-called ducal alliance is a non-entity.

<Background 1>

Dagda : The enemy seems to be getting stronger.
The same witchcraft... eats away at us while strengthening them.
Siege, watch out!

Sarkaz Warrior : ––

[Dagda blocks warrior's sword. ]

Dagda : Argh—!

Siege : Dagda!

[Siege swings her hammer. ]

「The hammer falls, and a portion of the Nachzehrer warrior's body is caved in.
But he continues to advance. 」

Siege : –––!

「A second swing. Then a third.
Dagda leaps back, splitting his waist with her metal claws.
The Trilby Asher's flaming blade pierces his chest. 」

Sarkaz Warrior : (Dull gasps)

[The Nachzehrer warrior finally dies. ]

"Trilby Asher" : That's just one. There are still... many more ahead.
These Sarkaz are truly...

Victorian Soldier : Monsters!
These bloody devils are all monsters, goddamn it! They're not even flesh-and-blood !
Do you think they're already dead? Only the dead can...

Siege : Already dead...?

「Strange noises can be heard in all directions.
They are distinct from the sounds of Originium crystal clusters piercing the ground. They are not omens to the explosion of Originium dust. 」

Bagpipe : Captain, we can't hold out like this!
There's no end to them!

[Horn continues firing her cannon. ]

Horn : Better focus on the one right in front of you, then.
There's always going to be someone standing up front.

<Background flashes>

「Raise the shield, fire the cannon. Repeat, ad infinitum.
Victoria possesses the strongest weapons in all of Terra. One shell can easily blow apart a Sarkaz's armor.
Just as quickly, two more Sarkaz rush forth at the same time to take the place. Then three.
The artillery fire unleashes its fury, but it cannot stem the surging tide. 」

Horn : *huff*... *pant*...

「There's no end to the enemies.
She can hardly tell how many Sarkaz are on the ground in front of her; some standing, some lying.
The number of fallen Victorians is perhaps even greater.
She can hear Bagpipe's shouts and the whistling of her spear. From those she finds utmost solace, and that's enough to keep her fighting on.
A plume of firelight suddenly springs up not too far away. 」

Horn : ...
Bagpipe...

Bagpipe : What is it, Captain?

Horn : I think... I just saw Hill again.

「Oh, Hill.
That same face again. The same face that appears in her nightmares every now and then, reminding her of how tragically her teammates died... The face of that traitor. 」

Horn : ...He's dead.

Bagpipe : Is he that one... lyin' over there? Seems to have been killed in action some time ago... Um, Captain, just now, did he...?

Horn : He moved.
He's... standing up again.

"Adjutant Hill" : ...

「The man clad in the uniform of Wellington's forces staggers towards them.
He lifts the blade in his hands, and slashes at the Sarkaz in front of Horn.
The armor is too thick, and the recoil pushes his hands away. His arms contort strangely and he strikes a second time, then a third.
That familiar visage is getting closer and closer to them–
In the midst of the dead silent gray, only a tiny speck of purple dances. 」

Bagpipe : It's her.
It's... Dublinn!

<Background 3>

[The Dublinn soldiers on the battlefield start chanting. ]

「"I lay down now my soldier's honor here, so that in time the soil of Tara need no longer be soaked in carmine blood, and Draco cross no swords with Draco kin."
"Be that unless a day comes, whereupon Red Dragon's flame should lead all those that fell, our fighters from the forge to be reborn." 」

"The Brigadier" : The third set of altars has been crushed!
Milady, our casters and flying soldiers are in position. We're about to approach the largest altar!
Our deceased compatriots have managed to protect us from the devils' vile pollution, but the destructive power of their witchcraft is unprecedented!

Eblana : Allow me.

"The Brigadier" : ...Milady?
You're... going to destroy the altar yourself?

Eblana : You, as my subjects, have done all you needed to do.
I, as your sovereign, ought to lead you forward.
How can I take this land as my own if I have never set foot upon it?
The Red Dragon's flame... shall fall upon the battlefield's front lines, just as it has for thousands of years.

[Eblana's purple flames sweep across the altar. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : ––Our altar's being razed!
Stay in formation! Don't get scattered by those flames – keep casting!
They're nothing but a ragtag bunch of impotent outbloods–

Eblana : I wouldn't be so sure about that.
We are nothing like those Victorians who have it easy.
Every Taran warrior has been forged within the shadows, tempered by pain and suffering.
We were once known as specters, for we knew most intimately the scent of death.

Sarkaz Warrior : I won't let you–!

Eblana : Trying to turn yourself into an Arts catalyst... to detonate the altar?
As you wish.

Sarkaz Warrior : No...!
I'm... too late...

<Background fades out>

「The spark of life gradually fades.
And in its place burns a deathly purple flame, leaping across the body of the slain Sarkaz warrior just as it dances in Eblana's eyes. 」

Eblana : There is no Royal Court in death's domain.
Sarkaz, your people know death so well... only because you've fought enough wars.

"The Brigadier" : See that?
Death itself stands with us! Our enemies are not inscrutable demons!
Drag those Sarkaz out from their pretentious Arts Circles and give them a taste of our crossbows and cannons!

Eblana : Brigadier... I see a flame burning within your eyes.

"The Brigadier" : I've waited far too long for this, just like countless other Taran warriors.
All of us grew up hearing the legends of the Empire's Death Knell, and enlisted with burning fervor in our hearts!
But over the last few decades, Wellington's administrator and the Duke have had their hands tied, and we've also been caught between the cracks of the other dukes' negotiation tables.
So many hot-blooded warriors were repressed because of their background, while many others perished in the Victorians' conspiracies.
I've endured for so many years, even to see myself turn into a scheming villain, all for the sake of witnessing a real war – not one ignited by the nobles' petty power-jockeying.
Only on such a battlefield can a warrior's death be glorious and meaningful.
If I am to die in this battle–
Then please bestow upon me your flames so that I may stand once more!
Until my remains are consumed fully by the fire, until our promised nation has been established, I shall never lay down my arms!

Eblana : Excellent. Now then, come with me.
Do you see... that throne of deadwood?

"The Brigadier" : That's the Sarkaz leader.

Eblana : The Nachzehrer, Nezzsalem. He who calls himself the lord of war and death.

"The Brigadier" : The Sarkaz Royal Court sure has a thing for these overblown titles.

Eblana : Overblown...? Hardly.
He just happens to be ancient enough.
But, he is not the only living legend here.

"The Brigadier" : Why of course!

「Not far away, naval guns roar.
Ancient witchcraft is not the only force that can cause mountains to move. 」

Eblana : Now, let us pit war against war... and death against death.

[Eblana's flames rage across the battlefield. ]

<Background 3>

Sudaram : My Patriarch, the hunt has been cut short.
That Draco's flames have broken our formation.

Nezzsalem : ...Draco.
Thousands of years ago, after the Sarkaz first lost their homeland, they once did battle against a red dragon on this very soil.
Those flames turned fields of Sarkaz into charred stone. They are still beside us, and beneath our feet.

Sudaram : We will slay her.
A red dragon will sate our appetite for a while.

Nezzsalem : She is not the one who drives this war.

「The Nachzehrer King turns his gaze towards a certain part of the battlefield.
Behind the Red Dragon's smoke and flames, a huge shadow is rushing toward them at an unexpected speed. 」

Nezzsalem : A titan that casts a shadow across the land, able to shake mountains and rivers with but a single breath–
No longer is it a mere red dragon.

<Background 4>

「"All parameters set!"
"Loading complete!"
"Firing interference shells!"
"Target locked on–"
"Main guns, first salvo!" 」

[The battleship's gun batteries fire. ]

Flag Officer : Confirmed hit!
General, we've swept the obstacles away.

Duke of Wellington : Good.
Gastrell, all ahead full.
Our objective – the Nachzehrer's throne.

<Background fades to white>

<Background shakes>

「The naval guns roar.
Wellington is well-acquainted with his most loyal subject – the oldest gun aboard the ship, that which assisted him in blowing open the gates of Lingones.
He killed the mightiest nomadic city on Terra. He pulled the spine from its corpse and made it a part of his warship.
Afterwards, he took the Gastrell to many lands, and conquered many foes.
The Arts orbs of Leithanian casters, the shields of Ursine vanguards, the golden blades of Sargonian assassins – he collected and modified the most valuable components of his enemies, and placed them upon his flagship.
But not for the sake of commemoration. Only those who have become weak and frail through the passage of time need to rely on these vestiges to remember the past.
The Gastrell must step over the bones of its enemies, assimilating their power so that it may become stronger.
Only this way can the two of them defeat even stronger enemies together. 」

<Background 3>

Sudaram : Intercept them!

[The Gastrell's cannons continue blasting. ]

Sudaram : The crystal barrier... has been shattered.
The enemy continues to advance.
How they must long for death, using artillery fire to cleave a path.

「Wave after wave of cannonfire pours down onto the sea of Originium.
Golden fragments crack and split apart, revealing a gap within those congealed waves. 」

Sudaram : How dare they... approach us––

「A thick haze envelops the battleship.
Countless Nachzehrer warriors land on its deck, the entire vessel enveloped in the glow of witchcraft.
Rend, dismantle, corrode.
The cadence of gunfire gradually slows.
The hard, steel hull is being digested, just like all other prey that has fallen into the Nachzehrers' Arts circles. 」

Sudaram : Capture... complete...

Nezzsalem : ...
Not yet.

「He lifts his scepter.
Branches grow rapidly from beneath the throne, blocking the front of the Nachzehrer warriors.
A shell lodges within the branches.
A few seconds later, the shell explodes, tearing the branches asunder.
For the first time since the battle began, the Nachzehrer's throne shakes. 」

Sudaram : My Patriarch!

Nezzsalem : It matters not.

「From the thick haze of corruption, the warship slowly comes into view.
Its outer layer flayed off by the corruption, almost half its main and secondary guns disabled due to the bombardment of witchcraft shells, only the steel frame remains shining.
Yet she is nevertheless still Gastrell, the mightiest warship in the land.
And her master–
The Sarkaz atop the throne lowers his head, noticing a faint shadow among the crystal clusters. 」

<Background 1>

Redsteel Guard Member : General, the Gastrell has successfully drawn the attention of the main Sarkaz force!
They didn't even notice that we were transferred from the main ship–
Wait, something's coming in fast!
Guardsmen, tighten your formation!

<Background flashes>

「A salvo of artillery fire.
Only a few tiny twigs fall from the smoke and dust.
The force that was enough to shatter those crystalline waves cannot even shake the figure floating in the air.
The Nachzehrer King casts his gaze down upon the commander at the center of the army. Not far behind the old Feline, the bloodthirsty warship is waiting, eager to tear at his rotting flesh. 」

Nezzsalem : Duke... of Victoria.
We have devoured many Victorians. General, Duke. Whatever the title, they all tasted the same.
Conspirators. Merchants. But none of their warriors.
They saw the battlefield as little more than a sandbox atop a table. The soldiers, mere chess pieces; war itself, only a tool for power and profit. How frivolous war was to them.
But, you are different. Your ship has also feasted on many enemies.
Ursine. Leithanian. Gaulish... And, Sarkaz. I can smell their flesh.
They have also been absorbed by the Nachzehrers.

Duke of Wellington : Sarkaz... I've read plenty of records about you.
The ancient Nachzehrers, with a tenth of the Victorian Army's numbers, were able to halt their advance on Kazdel.
A feat of war that defies all reason, one that cannot be taught in military academies or replicated.

Nezzsalem : Are you here to take revenge?

Duke of Wellington : Haha. My only regret is that I hadn't been born two hundred years ago.
They apparently call you the "God of War"?
No. There are no gods when it comes to war.
There only exists... the moment of victory or defeat.

「Wellington draws his sword and points it at the Sarkaz in midair.
Behind him, all the guns on his ship are pointed in the same direction. 」

Duke of Wellington : Nezzsalem, I will defeat you.
Just like all the other mighty foes that have fallen at my hands.

After operation

Summary

The Rhodes Island group follows the trail of the Blood of Teekaz and makes their way to a Confessarius altar set up on the battlefield. However, they find themselves intercepted by Salus, and a number of strange creatures.

<Background fades out and in>

<Background 3>

「Sixty-five hours into the operation... 」

Kal'tsit : The battle between the ducal alliance and the Nachzehrers is brutal.
Just farther ahead is Silverrock Bluffs. The Originium response is intense, and the vehicle has already been paralyzed.

Doctor : Vina should be arriving at the front lines soon. / The Exemplars have a tough task ahead of them.

Kal'tsit : When the Sighs of Kings and the Stone of the Sword become one, we'll be able to see it from our position.

Doctor : "Catastrophes be sundered".

Kal'tsit : It's only a myth.
When people see things that defy explanation, they tend to exaggerate and romanticize them when passing down those to generations.

Doctor : The Sighs of Kings and The Shard– / The Victorians' "shield" and "spear".
The Shard is an application of Originium on the same level as large-scale witchcraft devices.
And the Sighs of Kings is able to neutralize certain Originium reactions.

Kal'tsit : I see you've done your homework.

Doctor : Originium is often likened to a "chronic disease". / To this day, the people of Terra's best solution to Catastrophes has been – and still is – to avoid them.
It is incredibly difficult for people to directly intervene in the mechanisms of Originium. / But, the Victorians have long mastered these tools to save themselves.
The origin of the Sighs of Kings lies not in Victoria, right?

Kal'tsit : The first time I saw the Sighs of Kings was deep within the palace of the Shahanshah in Sargon.
People regard it as a symbol of the Aslan's royal authority and believe that it can protect any settlement or city. This is indeed true. It is able to neutralize Originium reactions to a certain extent.

Doctor : Only to a certain extent? / You don't seem particularly concerned about that caveat.

Kal'tsit : That's right. No matter how much effort the Sargonian casters put into unearthing and retrofitting it, it was nothing but a former city defense device.
During the era in which it was put to use, Originium was not yet widely-available across the continent.
I trust that it will be able to temporarily put a stop to Amnannam and give the Feranmut's spine an opportunity to take off, but it is not an inhibitor that can completely seal Originium activity.

Doctor : Have you been disappointed too many times over all these years?

Kal'tsit : Doctor... from your current perspective, what do you think Originium is?
A phenomenon brimming with the unknown? A resource to exploit? Or, perhaps, a source of disaster and disease?

Doctor : ... / I can't say.

Kal'tsit : You don't want to, because your answer would be "all of the above".
Originium has long been inextricably woven into everything we see – our environment, our technology, our culture, and even our bodies.
If a portion of a limb is necrotic, cutting it off might solve the problem. But, what if the problem stretches from beginning to end?

Doctor : There are some people who see you as omnipotent.

Kal'tsit : ...

Doctor : Why are you... looking at me?

Kal'tsit : Doctor, you asked me if I've ever experienced disappointment.
Just once.
I allowed myself to become overly dependent on one person, made a series of poor judgments, and paid the price.

Doctor : Are you referring to...? / ... / (Sigh)

Kal'tsit : But, it doesn't mean that I'll stop believing.
It is difficult enough to rebel against the very foundations of our origins. To pin your hopes on just one technology... or one person, is utterly unrealistic.

Amiya : Doctor! Dr. Kal'tsit! Please take a look at this!
There's a cave up ahead.

<Background 5>

Logos : Someone's concealed the entrance.
Crude, twisted. One of the Confessarius illusions.

Amiya : I'm sure we'll find a witchcraft altar at its deepest point.
We should go to where the Originium response is the strongest.

Doctor : There's Originium everywhere. / This level of Originium activation is unprecedented.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : How are you feeling, Amiya?

Amiya : No problem here, Doctor.
We have more important things to do right now. I can tough it out.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Logos, you're also an Infected. Do you feel anything abnormal?

Logos : I'd be lying if I said that these environmental conditions weren't affecting me at all.
But, it's more than just Originium.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Kal'tsit, will our medicine still work?

Kal'tsit : It beats being completely unprepared.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : Under the influence of Amnannam, Originium will come closer to its true nature.
The crystal clusters will merge with all things – living and dead – at an increasing rate, sealing that data inside in an assimilated form.
Originium can only store information within its own structure. As such, any assimilated individuals will completely lose the forms they had in life.
Some may see this as nothing more than instantaneous "decomposition".

Doctor : Just like those who die due to an Oripathy outbreak...

Kal'tsit : There are some parallels. In the case of these patients, after their consciousness disperses, their bodies will disintegrate into highly-activated Originium dust over a period of time.
Assimilation, on the other hand, condenses this entire process to the extreme.
Rhodes Island's technology can only delay cell-Originium assimilation rate from reaching a certain threshold. We are not able to truly erect a barrier that can stave off Originium.

Doctor : ...

Kal'tsit : Don't worry too much about that, Doctor. The Originium saturation rate in our current environment is far from an extreme level.

Doctor : Is our situation not extreme enough still? / It's hard for me not to worry.

Kal'tsit : Right now, we can still breathe and move about.
If we're quick enough to stop the Originium from spreading further, all hope is not yet lost.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, Doctor, I can hear enemy movements.
Logos, please prepare to intercept the enemy.

[Several Confessarius guards appear. ]

Confessarius Guard : Intruders?!
It's the Banshee and––

<Background flashes>

Confessarius Guard : Urgh!

[The guards fall to the ground after being struck by Logos' Arts. ]

Logos : There are quite a few guards, but they're not difficult to manage.
There must be greater dangers yet lurking in the shadows. Doctor, please stay close to us.
The interference of Confessarius witchcraft is making it hard for me to pinpoint the exact location – but the Blood of Teekaz is undoubtedly nearby.

<Background fades out>

「Teekaz blood roused the first Originium from its slumber.
Over the millennia, the fate of the Sarkaz has been tangled together with Originium.
Amiya and Logos are suffering. Or rather, they've shouldered this pain the entire time just to come this far.
What about you, then? You think of all the times Kal'tsit had to suppress the words she wished to say.
You are not only a witness and a bystander. Surely, you share a deeper connection – with Originium, with this war, and with everything that's been going on. 」

<Background 6>

Amiya : This is...

Doctor : The Blood of Teekaz.

Logos : Duq'arael's obsession.
This so-called pure blood is free of "impurities".
By itself, it possesses no inherent power.
Amiya, cut off its connection to the altar.

Amiya : Got it–

[Amiya prepares her black Arts. ]

Kal'tsit : Wait.

Amiya : ...Dr. Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, attack the corpse of that guard over there!

Mon3tr : (Howls)

[A 2nd Mon3tr appears. ]

Mon3tr? : —

Amiya : There's another Mon3tr?
No, there's more than just one – all those defeated Confessarius guards... weren't real guards at all!

Logos : Near-perfect replicas.
Only he could decorate this cave... to look nearly identical to a real altar.
This was a trap designed to lure us in.

Doctor : Damazti.

Kal'tsit : Amiya, get behind me!

Mon3tr : (Furious howl)

「Mon3tr stands in front of you.
And you grip Amiya's hand tightly.
The Blood of Teekaz is collapsing along with the entire altar, the surrounding rock walls pressing ever closer. 」

<Background shakes, fades to black>

「The illusion is no more, but the shifting terrain is real.
The real altar must still be functioning. Originium continues to grow, and it will soon consume everything you see. 」

<Background 5>

Amiya : Doctor!

Doctor : This is... / ...the Confessarii's den.

Amiya : We seem to have fallen to the deepest level of the false altar.
The Originium was shifting too fast, and I only had time to grab onto you.
I don't know where Dr. Kal'tsit and Logos are... There's too much Originium here, too much information. I can't sense them at all.

Doctor : They're probably far away by now.

Doctor : The enemy wanted to entrap us. / They want to stop us from destroying the altar.

Doctor : But, you might still be the Confessarii's real target.

Amiya : What they want is the King of Sarkaz.

<Background shakes>

Amiya : The ground is still shaking... Are the crystal clusters still spreading?
Wait, that's...

??? : —

「A monster suddenly crawls forth from the Originium's depths.
The horns of a Wendigo. The body of a Gargoyle. The flames of a Diαblo.
You have seen these before, in the Confessarii's stone sculptures, of the various Sarkaz tribes.
But never before sharing the same body. 」

Amiya : His emotions... are chaotic.
I see only memories – fragmented, blurry, and mashed together...

Doctor : Amiya, over there!

[More monsters appear, roaring angrily. ]

Amiya : There will be many more, Doctor.
This is the cave that gave birth to them.
The Confessarii sculpted them from Sarkaz blood and Originium...
And gave birth to these creatures.

Doctor : Does this... make you sad? / Amiya...

Amiya : They're alive, Doctor.
They aren't chunks of rock, or constructs of witchcraft. They are living beings.
But, they obey only the call of the Confessarius. They do not feel any pain, nor do they cry for their fate.
People would normally call these creatures... "monsters".

??? : That's right. Monsters.

[Salus steps out from behind the large creatures. ]

Salus : Or alternatively... "Chimeras".
Who are you even mourning for?
For these mindless kin, or for yourself – the Chimera forced to wear a crown?

Confessarius "Chimera" : (Roars)

Amiya : ...
The fight is about to begin.

[Salus teleports away. ]

Doctor : Amiya, are you being affected in any way? / Damn, more Confessarius witchcraft!

Amiya : Doctor, I won't let the Confessarii trap me a second time.
I'm not so fragile as to let these illusions and nightmares get to me. That name, "Chimera", is no different from those dream-interrogations. I've heard it many times before.
I have no right to be here, if I let myself get shaken by that.
Beyond that, however... I swore that I'd never let my immaturity drag you down again.

「A tiny crown appears above the head of the Cautus girl.
Black lines interweave and take form between her fingers. 」

Doctor : Your connection with the King is deepening.

Amiya : Perhaps...
But, it might not be enough.

<Background 5>

Logos : ...Amiya.

Confessarius Guard? : Don't be in such a hurry to leave.

Logos : These clones are nothing before my incantations, Damazti.
Or, as you once put it, "it is time wasted".

Confessarius Guard? : We remember. That performance, and that stroll.
We talked for quite some time.

Logos : That day you at least still considered yourself a lord of the Royal Court, despite having a different appearance.
What are you now?

Confessarius Guard? : We try to take on different identities.
But, these varying journeys have yet to provide us with an answer.
What we conclude is, the path has neither beginning nor end. It is a cycle.

Logos : And you sought out death to prove it.

Confessarius Guard? : At death's end, is nothingness.
The myriad souls you speak of have said nothing to us.
Banshee, how did it feel to sound the bone whistle for us?

Logos : "Shatter".

<Background flashes>

Confessarius Guard? : —

[The guard dissipates, yet more guards rise in turn. ]

Logos : There's no end to them.
This is all you can muster? You've lost a lot of bite after your first death.

「The clone, destroyed by the incantation, does not dissipate into nothingness as before.
Instead, that body simply collapses, sinking into the Originium tides until it quickly disappears without a trace. 」

[The ground cracks. ]

「From it, a hand resembling a withered branch extends from within the crystal cluster. 」

<Background flashes>

Logos : "Sudaram".

"Sudaram"? : Banshee... You once killed me as well.

Logos : On the battlefield, I am not one of you.

"Sudaram"? : In Kazdel, I was ordered to kill those who betrayed the Royal Court.
You got in my way, and separated my head from my shoulders with your incantations.
You were but a child then, with a puerile voice.

Logos : ...I remember you.
The traitors you mentioned were a family of three who wanted to flee Kazdel in search of a peaceful life.

"Sudaram"? : They swore an oath of fealty to the Royal Court.

Logos : The Royal Court should never be held above ordinary Sarkaz. You may have been a war hero of Kazdel once, but I cannot allow you to slaughter civilians.

"Sudaram"? : So, you chose Babel, and Theresa... all for the sake of your so-called "ordinary Sarkaz".

Logos : That is the righteous path to the future.

[Logos casts his Arts at the Sudaram, dissipating him. Then, another Sarkaz takes his place. ]

Babel Member? : But even after she died, you still didn't return to Kazdel!
You even helped those outsiders steal away the King of Sarkaz!

Logos : The inheritance of the King of Sarkaz was a decision made by Her Highness Theresa.

Babel Member? : You killed me with your own hands.
When your incantations were coiling around my heart, strangling it... Haha, I couldn't believe it.
After fighting alongside each other for so many years, whatever you felt towards me paled in comparison to those outsiders.

Logos : The potted goldengrass you left behind on the ship is growing well now.

Babel Member? : After Her Highness's death, how many comrades did you slay with your own hands during the internal strife that engulfed Babel?
The belongings left behind by so many people... I'm sure there's enough of 'em to fill your whole room, huh? Do you feel sorrow every time you look at that patch of grass I planted in that pot on a whim?

Logos : If I were to feel sorrow...
It would be because even death has denied you the solace you deserve.

[Logos casts his Arts at the Sarkaz, dissipating him. ]

Logos : Damazti, you were never so keen to dress yourself up as the "dead" before.
This exchange of words cannot provide you with any answers, nor can probing my emotions.

「The dead do not respond.
They continue to emerge from the dark crystal clusters.
Many faces, some familiar, others not. All of them Sarkaz. 」

Logos : Your innate abilities are resonating with the information stored inside the Originium.
Seeing as how your powers have grown thanks to the Originium–

「Logos raises one hand. 」

<Background shakes>

「No incantations are needed – just a low humming sound from the vibrating of the rock walls.
In a heartbeat, all of the Damazti's clones are shattered. 」

Logos : Just as expected.
There's one left... the very last one.
...
It's you.

??? : ...

「The Vampire stands there in the cave's depths, his expression almost identical to when he stood atop the Feranmut's skull that day.
However, it is no longer fresh blood that roils around him as before, but rather clusters of Originium crystal.
Logos can feel the blood in his body stirring. 」

Logos : The Sanguinarch of Vampires... Duq'arael.
You're not like the others. I know this.
You are not one of the Damazti's avatars.

<Background 3>

Kal'tsit : Lord Damazti, this portion of you decided to assist Qui'sartuštaj.

Damazti Cluster : No... We have no interest in helping anyone in particular. We are simply... searching for answers.
Kal'tsit, we have met you before. When the Sarkaz were not yet Sarkaz.
You walked across us.

Kal'tsit : I have no recollection of any such meeting.

Damazti Cluster : At that time, we were unable to speak.
And then...

Kal'tsit : The first King of Teekaz came in contact with Originium.

Damazti Cluster : That was our first "awakening".
The first individual rose up from among us.
We felt one another.
We had existed for an unknown amount of time before that. But, it was only at that moment when we became aware of our existence.
Because we began to "think".

Kal'tsit : Originium will assimilate all lifeforms it comes into contact with.
Not just you. But also the original Vampires, Banshees, and Wendigos... All Teekaz have changed. You are approaching the form of another entity that once existed on this land.

Damazti Cluster : Then, what are you?

[The Cluster shapeshifts into Mon3tr ]

Mon3tr : (Howls agitatedly)

Mon3tr? : It seems extremely averse to seeing another self.
Kal'tsit... the Immortal.
Do you still remember what you looked like at first?

Kal'tsit : The "Immortal" is a figment of certain people's imaginations, and a misrepresentation of my self.
Time leaves its marks upon me all the same. The original entity by the name of "Kal'tsit" has long been lost beneath the golden sands.

Mon3tr? : But, you are still yourself.
We were watching as you were reborn at Theresa's side.
You are different from your previous self, from your appearance to your personality.
We are used to constant change for the sake of survival.
Among the Sarkaz, the Damazti Cluster is unique. We once thought that you were like us.
We know many "Kal'tsit", just as Kal'tsit knows many of us.
However, we will always be a whole. Each Damazti is a receptor for us to feel this land.
But, "Kal'tsit" is different. Each Kal'tsit is still you.

Kal'tsit : I do believe that to be true.

Mon3tr? : Why?
Is it the inheritance of memory that makes you so persistent? Memory can be easily tampered with and implanted. This, we know, for many long-lived beings have tried such methods.

Kal'tsit : Such "immortality" is nothing but an empty lie.

Mon3tr? : Then, is it some kind of duty...

Kal'tsit : I won't deny that my life has been duty-bound from the moment I was born.
Looking back, I don't think... I've ever truly been "alive".

Mon3tr? : The substances that make up your body have all been replaced. The memories inherited from your previous self are unreliable. The mission imposed upon you may not even be your own.
Kal'tsit, what is it that has kept the continuity of you across these thousands of years?

Kal'tsit : A name.

Mon3tr? : A unique name, or a title? It is a question that so many emotionally deprived Sarkaz would be keenly interested in.

Kal'tsit : This name, has many meanings.
The person who gave me this name, and the people I care about, are now in danger. This isn't the time for us to be having this chat.

[The fake Mon3tr turns back into the Cluster. ]

Damazti Cluster : We did not expect you to be this sentimental.

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : (Excited howl)

[Mon3tr attacks the Damazti Cluster. ]

Operation story: 14-9

Before operation

Summary

Amiya and the Doctor confront and defeat Salus once more, and the company chases after Salus' route of escape in search of the Blood of Teekaz.

<Background 1>

Confessarius "Chimera" : (Howls)

[Amiya's black Arts pierce the chimera, killing it. ]

[More Chimeras appear, roaring angrily. ]

Amiya : *huff*... *pant*...
There's one more.

Salus : I'm afraid it won't be that easy.
My cute little King of Sarkaz, you've already broken five of my pets – Shall I take a guess at how long you will hold out yet?

Amiya : You gave life to those beings of witchcraft just to use them as expendable tools to hold me back?

Salus : It did take me a bit of time to create these chimeras.

[Salus teleports to another position. ]

Amiya : You're so cruel.

Salus : You go around spreading that rash of empathy everywhere, just like Theresa.
When she lost to Theresis, the regent thought it would be a good opportunity to retake the Crown, but to our surprise, she had already passed it on to you before she died.
Quite the well-conceived plot. Even with our eyes and ears everywhere, we were unable to detect it before it happened.
Were you also fooled by her lies – "Doctor"?

Doctor : ... / I have no idea what you're talking about. / I know nothing about any of this.

Salus : Poor soul. You don't even remember a thing.
You desperately "serve" this King of Sarkaz. Is it the former King's manipulation, or is it because you truly love her from the bottom of your heart?

Doctor : That, I'm actually able to answer. / Enough of your sophistry. / My bond with Amiya is nothing you can tamper with.

Amiya : Qui'sartuštaj's ambition will bring even greater harm to the Sarkaz. Theresa would never allow him to usurp the crown.

Salus : Such meaningless prattle, my dear little rabbit.
Just ask anyone on the streets of Kazdel and they will tell you – for us, the departure of the King of Sarkaz is the gravest disaster.
Oh, right, spare me whatever you might say about fairness.
The inheritance of the King of Sarkaz has always been filled with 'accidents', and Theresa's actions were no different from what we did. We all sought to make this power easier to control.
Our regent believes more deeply in the connection between blood and soul.

Confessarius "Chimera" : (Hiss)

Amiya : The pain they're enduring...
Are these emotions... also instilled and manipulated by witchcraft?

[The chimera attacks an Originium crystal. ]

Doctor : The Chimera lashes out at the crystals around it. / Originium activation levels are increasing!

Amiya : Argh—!

<Background shakes>

<Background flashes>

Doctor : Amiya, the Originium activation levels are changing extremely quickly!

Amiya : Doctor, you... don't need to worry...
I can get accustomed to... this Confessarius witchcraft.
Over the last few years, I've been learning. I remember all the treatment methods Theresa taught me, as well as all the instruction I've received from Dr. Kal'tsit.
I can feel the connection between me and the King of Sarkaz. It has not left me.
*cough*... *cough* *cough*...

[Amiya casts her black Arts. ]

Amiya : It just... hurts a little bit, that's all.

Salus : Utterly meaningless. Go now – that one is of no value anymore.

Confessarius "Chimera" : (Howls)

「The crazed Chimera rushes towards you.
From Chernobog to Londinium, you've encountered all forms of foes, some of which defied your wildest imagination.
But the enemy before you looks like the most formidable of all.
It is the product of the Confessarii's manipulation of "blood", combined with the ultimate embodiment of Sarkaz physical strength.
Salus said that Sarkaz are much stronger than Cautuses, but you know that even Amiya's body is vastly stronger than yours.
And yet, you still have an advantage. Something sets you aside from others, something that makes you one of a kind. 」

Confessarius "Chimera" : (Howls)

Amiya : ––I won't let you!

<Background flashes>

「The black lines of the Sarkaz King run through the Chimera in front of you.
But the claws of another Chimera are about to reach your head– 」

Doctor : It's almost time.
(Take a small step back)

<Background shakes and flashes>

「Crystal clusters are violently multiplying at the position you stood just a moment ago.
One after another, like flowers brought into full bloom through Arts, sharp stones tear the ground and rock wall.
The same is also true for the Chimera closest to you – its massive body crashes to the ground, Originium dust kicked up in every direction, rubbing and colliding, exploding in a dazzling gold.
Just as calculated, the surrounding Originium rocks have reached a critical point of collapse, overcharged by witchcraft energies. 」

Doctor : ...

「A mist of fine crystals rains down onto your mask.
You gaze upon them, harboring no ill sentiment whatsoever.
Originium will never harm you, and deep down, you realize this once again.
But the same is not true for others.
An instinctive fear swirls in the eyes of both Amiya and Salus. Amiya approaches you steadfastly, while Salus shows a hint of hesitation.
And it was in that moment. Just one brief moment– 」

??? : "Bind".

<Background flashes black>

Salus : —!
My hands and feet...
Banshee!

<Background flashes>

「Salus is about to let out a scream.
But the ensuing incantation preemptively seals her power. 」

Logos : Your voice is grating to the ears.
You spend too much time playing with pelts, while knowing nothing about weaving a stanza.

Salus : ...

Doctor : Amiya. / It's time.

Amiya : Right.
Salus––

<Background flashes>

「The black particles no longer revolve around you, but instead form into a sharp sword.
You cannot help but to look into the face of the blue-haired Confessarius.
Her emotions have almost faded away, as if already having made peace with the imminent fatal blow. 」

Salus : So... this is it...
The King of Sarkaz's verdict.

Amiya : You...

Salus : Don't misunderstand. I did everything I could to try to survive.
I failed to recapture the King of Sarkaz for the leader, and made a grave mistake. Which is why I was deceived by the cunning pest beside you.
For the sake of this life, I should try to atone for my sins, is that it?

Amiya : You were willing to sacrifice yourself for Qui'sartuštaj's plot.

Salus : He is... our father. Our progenitor. Disobedience is not an option.
I truly hate Qui'saršinnag. And I hate you too.
Why, do you choose to resist?
Amiya––
Are we not just... Chimeras implanted with hope?

[A rush of blood suddenly gushes out of her ]

Amiya : ...

Logos : "Obstruct".

「The exploding blood mist is blocked by an invisible force.
Shortly afterwards, the blood mist that obscured your view gradually dissipates, and silence falls over the entire cave. 」

Amiya : She got away.

Logos : She galvanized the blood dripping from her wounds.
She would have no means to fully resist my incantations. Such an action would only tear her further apart.

Doctor : As long as Salus is not killed completely, she will find a way to escape, / You heard her say it herself – she sees "this life" as precious.
And where do you think she'll escape to?

Amiya : Her mission is probably to safeguard the Blood of Teekaz, right?
Since she could not stop us at the fake altar, she would definitely return to the real one.

Doctor : The way forward is clear now. / Logos, I assume you've already left a tracker?

Logos : I have met your expectations.

Amiya : I understand your plan, Doctor, but it's far too risky.
I can't approve of what you did then. If you try pulling a stunt like that again, I... Umm, I'll get angry!

Doctor : I'll keep that in mind.
But, we don't have the luxury of time.

Kal'tsit : That's right. We need to pick up the pace.

「Kal'tsit stares at an object on the ground.
You recognize it as the Confessarius mask left behind by Salus as she fled. 」

Kal'tsit : We underestimated Qui'sartuštaj.
Previously, he suddenly appeared before me and Shining, kidnapped Nightingale, and revealed his intent to usurp the "King of Sarkaz".
He has been lurking in the shadows for thousands of years for this moment. He would certainly not make any rash moves until goal is accomplished.
He wanted others to think that he was solely after the Black Crown.

Doctor : Snatching the Crown is not the end? / What does he plan to do with it?

Kal'tsit : The "King of Sarkaz" is a neutral force. Whether it heralds the arrival of calamity or averts it depends on the wielder.
Which is most likely why Qui'sartuštaj seeks the crown. He wants that authority to be vested within his own hands, to touch those secrets passed down for eons, to seek even greater power from the point of origination.

Doctor : Amnannam. / The first Originium.

Kal'tsit : Qui'sartuštaj, Duq'arael, and Theresis – while their ultimate goals may be different, they all converge upon the same destination.
The Sarkaz have always been deeply influenced by Originium. I fear, however, that this influence is being directed on purpose...
Or that it is uncontrollably penetrating into a deeper level.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Oww... Umm, I think I'll be fine.

Kal'tsit : Your physical condition has stabilized. Logos says that the lingering traces of Confessarius witchcraft have already dissipated.

Amiya : Thank you.

Kal'tsit : You have cracks in at least three rings.

Amiya : It's nothing serious. Just some battle damage, that's all.

Kal'tsit : The rings aren't the problem, Amiya.
Since the battle for the command tower started, don't you think you've been taking on too many memories and emotions?

Amiya : Hmm...

Kal'tsit : Those aren't going away. It's your own psyche that is tearing these rings apart, and no instrument is enough to contain such a torrent of emotions.

Amiya : The rings can't, but I can. I'm not just an instrument.
Those emotions were forced on me by someone else, yes. But I chose to reach out to them. To experience them, to feel them.
If I said it wasn't painful... that'd be a lie. I don't want to deceive anyone else, or myself, by acting as if that pain doesn't exist.
But, I've pretty much gotten used to it.

Kal'tsit : It's like wading through a swamp with a heavy load on your back.
Amiya, I'd recommend reinforcing those rings.

Amiya : ...No.
To save even more people, I need even more power. I've told you again and again that this is what I wish for.

<Background fades out and in>

Logos : Doctor, how's Amiya doing?

Doctor : Not ideal. / But she's managing to stay in control.

Logos : The solutions we have for all these problems are only stopgaps at best.
That feeling of seeing yourself and everything around you sliding into the abyss... is no less harrowing than physical illness or pain.

Doctor : I can't change the fact that she's Infected. / If only I could cure her.

Logos : Amiya's[sic] is unwavering.
When Her Highness Theresa brought her before us for the very first time, she was but a child. I still remember her gaze lingering on the feathers on my horns––

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : How did she react?

Logos : Without any fear. Only a friendly curiosity. Even I found myself somewhat shocked.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : How did you react?

Logos : Even I found myself somewhat shocked. There was no fear in that child's eyes, only a friendly curiosity.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Logos : I was planning to take a step back like Scout and the others, but Amiya actually came up to approach us herself.
That was a time when a good chunk of Babel's core members were Sarkaz. We had horns of all shapes on our heads, some more imposing than others, and there were crystals all over our bodies.
I'd seen my fair share of Rim Billiton's Cautus caravans, so I knew that those timid, mild-mannered Cautuses often found it difficult to suppress their instinctive fear when they came face-to-face with a Sarkaz.
Maybe that was just her nature, or she had... an exceptional upbringing. Amiya showed no sign of distinguishing between the Sarkaz and any other race. She naturally treated everyone with kindness.
Which is why I was not surprised at all when I learned that Theresa chose Amiya to be her successor.

Doctor : Even though you were a lord of the Royal Court... / You were in support of Amiya inheriting the title of the "King of Sarkaz".

Logos : For me, that wasn't even the most difficult part of the decision.
Doctor, I just ran into some old friends.
Among them was one of my former Babel comrades, whom I killed with my own hands.

Doctor : What? / Why?

Logos : After Her Highness Theresa's death, a rebellion broke out on Rhodes Island.
A number of Babel members refused to give up on the war. They and a number of Sarkaz warriors decided that we ought to take revenge, and return to Kazdel to reclaim power.
But, the more extreme among them...

Doctor : They proposed to kill Amiya. / They wanted to lash out against Kal'tsit.

Logos : The team that once belonged to the King of Sarkaz turned completely away from Kazdel.
They saw this as a despicable theft, an unforgivable betrayal.
And Dr. Kal'tsit, along with the non-Sarkaz members of Babel, were seen as the culprits.

Doctor : ... / All of them were warriors who followed Theresa. / All of them used to belong to Babel.

Logos : Many of them truly believed in Theresa, and were willing to lay down their lives for her and Babel's ideals.
The man I killed almost lost his life at the hands of a Military Commission caster. I saved him, only to take his life later on.

Doctor : That must've taken a heavy toll on you. / You must still be suffering.

Logos : Logos, the Babel member, already made his choice.
After the rebellion, the mercenaries and the Sarkaz warriors pretty much all chose to leave. Among Babel's official rank and file, only a few decided to remain.
Babel was no more, and Dr. Kal'tsit... forbade anyone from mentioning the "King of Sarkaz".

Doctor : What about you? / Why did you stay with Rhodes Island?

Logos : It's true that I did plan to return to the Valley following Her Highness's death.
Kazdel had lost its King, and nobody could predict its future. As the master of the Elegiac Court, I could not run away from my duty to my home.
But before I left, Scout pulled me aside and said that he and Misery were throwing a farewell party for me.
I said that drinking was out of the question, and that I didn't want to ruin my new change of clothes. But turns out, they wanted me... to help paint.

Doctor : Paint? / Interesting time to do a renovation.

Logos : They were preparing to change the landship's markings.
Outcast was the one who convinced me to take the job. No idea what kind of messed-up rumors Closure had poured into her head.
She said Banshee incantations are magical, and if I were to make the new sign, Rhodes Island would surely have smooth future voyages. And that came from a Sankta.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : So did you end up making the sign?

Logos : That was Closure's job, actually. I warned my colleagues not to let her slack off.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : There's not any actual magic involved, right?

Logos : But since they insisted, I did weave some incantations into the paint to make the whole process a bit more fun.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : That sounds scary. / Pretty cool of you.

Logos : The work was done in no time.
After finishing, we all looked up at the sign together. Ace asked when I was leaving, so I gave them two dates–
The first was when I'd be leaving the landship, that very same day; the next was three days later. Seventy-two hours is the shortest time needed to make a round trip from the place the landship was docked at and the Valley of the Banshees.
When Ace heard that, he immediately told Scout to give him five days' worth of booze money. Scout wagered that I'd be back in the Valley for more than a week.
As for Misery... He pulled a "welcome back" ribbon out of his pocket and replaced the "farewell" banner that he had originally put up as a joke.

Doctor : Sounds like everyone was having fun. / You were all such good friends.

Logos : I carry a lot of responsibility on my shoulders, and even if I don't want to set any of them down altogether, I still have to pick and choose what I prioritize.
But, I knew from the very beginning that I made the right call.
...Doctor.
I've not questioned you since you returned from Chernobog.
You have no memories of the past, so why do you choose to remain with Rhodes Island even now? Why are you willing to take immense risks and dive deep into the dangers ahead?

Doctor : ...

[A Sarkaz mercenary runs into the cavern. ]

"Shopkeep" : Lord Banshee... Mr. Logos! Th-The road ahead has been blocked!
The Doctor and the King of Sarkaz would like you to hurry up–

<Background 2>

Logos : A newly-formed rift.

"Shopkeep" : This huge rift suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The blue-haired Confessarius went through it, so we're definitely on the right track. But, right now...

Kal'tsit : The Originium is reshaping the terrain with increased frequency and severity.

Logos : I can feel it.
I trust that you can as well, Amiya.

Amiya : The ground... is trembling.
The Sarkaz's emotions are resonating violently with the Originium. Their rage is gathering, and it shakes this land like a storm.

Kal'tsit : When the Blood of Teekaz is used in tandem with Amnannam, the battlefield itself becomes an Arts Circle of colossal proportions.
The Originium Arts of the rampaging Sarkaz are amplified, and in turn, that increased power promotes the spread of Originium.
A similar situation took place thousands of years ago.
The Sarkaz acquired witchcraft through Originium, and through witchcraft, Amnannam was awakened.
In the centuries to follow, violent storms flayed the land, and great fissures cut deep into the earth. The Originium had almost completed its mission of devouring everything.

Doctor : You were able to stave off the end of days? / Did you manage to stop things from getting worse?

Kal'tsit : That is not something I can do. Or should.
The war ended before Originium could completely engulf the land. The Elders, the Ancients, and the Sarkaz all suffered losses so grievous that they were unable to carry out any more large-scale conquests.
At least, for the time being.

Logos : War knows no end.

After operation

Summary

The Nachzehrer King receives an aid request from the battlefield's rear, and decides to withdraw from the front lines to attend to the matter personally. The Duke of Wellington also carries out an action that runs contrary to his plan. The battle situation immediately shifts, and the Duke of Caster's warship, the Gloriana, is crushed in an instant.

<Background Black>

「Sixty-eight hours into the operation... 」

<Background 3>

[An intense battle ensues on the battleship's deck. ]

「Smoke and thick fog tug and tear at one another.
The deck of the Gastrell is teeming with the seeds and withered branches of the Nachzehrers. Seventy percent of the guns that once breached countless fortresses have now fallen silent.
Its teeth almost completely pulled and its talons whetted smooth, the logical next step is for this prey to be dismantled and devoured.
However, the Nachzehrer's throne has also been pierced by dozens of chain-ladled fortcrackers.
With just one move, the God of War could be pulled from his throne. 」

Nezzsalem : You have proven to me... that war marches on.
Two hundred years ago, no Victorian would have come even this far.

Duke of Wellington : Heh... And you, Sarkaz. You've proven that you're not just some decrepit old shadow.
You are indeed a threat to this great land. Perhaps my warship should've paid you a visit sooner, after I tore Gaul apart.

Nezzsalem : You would have been afforded no such opportunity.
None of you.

<Background shakes>

Sudaram : A Confessarius transmission.
Yes... In the direction of the Blood of Teekaz.

Nezzsalem : ...

「The Nachzehrer King takes in the entirety of the battlefield.
The enemy is trying to halt the storm. This might change the flow of battle, but it is hardly decisive. Even without the Catastrophe, his warriors are just as savage, just as unrelenting.
Wellington is a worthy opponent, but the fetters of time will soon drag him away. He has no place among the future's wars.
The true threat comes from elsewhere. It comes... from behind. 」

Nezzsalem : Theresis and the Confessarius have reminded me that this is not the only battlefield.

Sudaram : Will you attend to it personally?

Nezzsalem : I have already received the wars promised to me by the Military Commission, present and future.
The Nachzehrers must also fulfill their pact with the Regent.
But before I leave, I must sow some seeds of decay on this battlefield for me to reap upon my return.

「A thick haze rises.
Upon the battlefield, only the throne remains. 」

Duke of Wellington : ...

Redsteel Guard Member : Is that Nachzehrer... running away?

Duke of Wellington : No. In a real war, there is no retreat.

Redsteel Guard Member : Wait, General! Look at the throne!
There's some kind of mist pouring from it...

<Background becomes tinted blood red>

Redsteel Guard Member : *cough*... *cough*... That isn't any ordinary mist! It's... eating me from the inside!
General, your body–

Duke of Wellington : Soldier, status report on the Gastrell.

Redsteel Guard Member : Damage to the cabins in excess of sixty percent. Per your previous orders, propulsion capabilities are largely intact! As for weapons–

Duke of Wellington : Remove anything that's basically unusable and discard it on the spot.
Roll out the Originium cannons from the lower deck.

Redsteel Guard Member : Those are already...

Duke of Wellington : Obsolete. But still enough to kill.

Redsteel Guard Member : Yessir!

Duke of Wellington : Notify the Gastrell to retreat to G-0 high ground according to the plan, and continue to consolidate defenses there.
We will also follow at speed, while ordering all current battle lines to fall back.
Next, we'll send these Sarkaz over to Caster and Gododdin to handle.
Any news from Shay?

Redsteel Guard Member : The captain and Lady Eblana have captured most of the Nachzehrer altars in this area!

Duke of Wellington : Yes, I saw. Her flames are... very vivid.
*cough* *cough*.

Redsteel Guard Member : Medic!

Duke of Wellington : No need.
...

Redsteel Guard Member : General?

Duke of Wellington : ...Heh.
A battle with no decisive conclusion... will not be my last.

<Background 4>

[The radio buzzes. ]

「"Alliance Fleet Command Emergency Transmission–" 」

Duke of Caster : Three minutes left.
We should be able to hear gunfire from our current position.

Flag Officer : Yes, Your Grace. Wellington's column is not far from ours, ensuring we'll be able to provide mutual support.

Duke of Caster : This battle will determine Victoria's fate.

Flag Officer : Indeed, if all goes well–

Duke of Caster : Then we'll be able to end this meaningless stalemate as quickly as possible.
Those eyes truly burn with a lust for battle.

Flag Officer : Do you think he has any ulterior motives?

Duke of Caster : For two decades, my desk has been filled with intel related to him, along with its response proposals. As of late, these reports have been updating a dozen times a day.
The true struggle begins after the Sarkaz have been dealt with.
But at this moment... Wellington isn't the only one who needs a decisive victory.
The time has come. The assault is about to commence, and he has never failed to be punctual.

[A barrage of rapid artillery cannonfire blasts the battlefield. ]

Duke of Caster : Ahh, do you hear that?
The Gastrell's full broadside... Such a different timbre it is compared to our ships.

Flag Officer : But after this battle, Caster's name will shine alongside Wellington's in the annals of Victorian military history–

[A warning beeps in the bridge. ]

「"Anomaly, anomaly. 00 and 01! Repeat! 00 and 01!" 」

[The comms buzz with static noise. ]

Flag Officer : Drat, the comms have been cut?!
Your Grace, all signals from the Duke of Wellington... have vanished.
A group of Sarkaz suddenly emerged from the Catastrophe and have engaged in battle with our frontline troops!

<Background 3>

Delphine : What the hell is Wellington doing?! Acting alone at a time like this... that vainglorious fool! Has he gone senile?

Siege : Impossible.
I do have a conjecture, though. Do you think he deceived Caster? Or rather, everyone?

Delphine : That... doesn't make any sense. This is the Iron Duke we're talking about. Why would he abandon the other, more easily-manipulated dukes to go ally with the Sarkaz?

Siege : It's a game of prisoner's dilemma among the dukes.
How would the Duke of Windermere, a warrior, treat her foes?

Delphine : ...She'd kill them all.
And wipe the last speck of their blood across their seized spoils.

Siege : Before he became first among the Victorian dukes, Wellington had already been leading troops for decades longer than your mother.
As a noble among nobles, Caster was used to everyone playing by the same set of rules.
After spending too long seated in front of the card table, she might've forgotten that some unreasonable people, such as us gangster types, have a penchant for flipping the entire table.
Hypothetically, if the Iron Duke truly saw all of Victoria as enemies rather than competitors – he'd never even give Caster a single chip to bargain with.

<Background 4>

[The battleship rumbles violently. ]

Flag Officer : Catastrophe!
The next wave of Catastrophes struck far sooner than any of the Catastrophe Messengers predicted – all our comms have been knocked offline!

Duke of Caster : How long for repairs?

Flag Officer : Fifteen minutes. No, we'll make it ten!

Duke of Caster : ...

[A Trilby Asher enters the room. ]

"Trilby Asher" : ...Your Grace.

Duke of Caster : You came back on Wellington's orders.

"Trilby Asher" : Indeed.

Duke of Caster : You're heavily injured. Who's responsible?

"Trilby Asher" : Not any of the Iron Duke's men.

Duke of Caster : He... lost to that Sarkaz?

"Trilby Asher" : After the Gastrell opened fire, the Nachzehrers' advance brigade emerged from the fog.
They moved extremely quickly, using already-deployed altars to destroy a small warship – Abercorn's infantry had already engaged them for a spell.
We expected the Gastrell to aid this ship.
But...

Duke of Caster : He retreated instead.

"Trilby Asher" : That's right. The Gastrell has turned back.
All of Wellington's other ships are covering the flagship's retreat. Their casters... have also changed targets, relying on the covering fire from our ships to secure their own vessel's retreat.

Duke of Caster : What about Abercorn and Ashworth's ships?

"Trilby Asher" : Completely exposed to the Nachzehrers' assault.
They expected to show up as support – but now find themselves facing the enemies head-on.
Wellington's ships have completely blocked off the retreat. He's even trying to push Abercorn and the others towards the front lines.
It won't be long until the remaining alliance forces are wiped out... and become sustenance for the Nachzehrers.

Duke of Caster : ...

Flag Officer : Your Grace, the alliance forces dispatched to the heart of the battle has collapsed, and the Sarkaz will soon return to the rear where we're situated.
The plan to cut off and encircle the Sarkaz has failed! We're at risk of getting surrounded ourselves!

Duke of Caster : At risk?
No, it's already too late.
What's enveloping us... is much more than the Catastrophe.

Flag Officer : ...Nachzehrers!

[The officer checks the communications channel. ]

Flag Officer : The signal's back online, and we've run into a large contingent of Nachzehrers... No, it's an entire army!
There's another force approaching from the right... Is that their second army?
They've already begun fighting. The Catastrophe is amplifying the Nachzehrers' witchcraft—!

[The alarms beep rapidly. ]

Flag Officer : The Originium response is spiking sharply! Your Grace, watch yourself–

<Background flashes repeatedly>

[A barrage of Originium mercilessly assault the battleship. ]

<Background Black>

「Troops on the battlefield still able to receive any feeble signals at all simultaneously are sent a staticky message––
The Gloriana has been confirmed destroyed. 」

「Vina remembers the first time she saw a high-speed battleship.
It was sitting on her father's desk. A small scale model, only as long as an adult's forearm. Its crystal flagpole would fall over with just a little poke.
Her father pushed her touchy-feely hands away, telling her that high-speed battleships are akin to metallic monsters that conquer the land. They, like the indomitable city of Londinium, were the crowning jewels of Victoria's industrial technology.
"Alexandrina, when you are older, I will take you aboard the newest battleship. You will see for yourself."
Many years later, when Vina did in fact see one, it was only upon the battlefield.
Be it Windermere's, Caster's, or Wellington's warship, they were so majestic that the people standing beneath them were mere specks in comparison.
But at this moment, the broken warship in the palm of the colossal Originium wave before her seems to have reverted to the tiny toy she played with in her childhood. 」

<Background 5>

Siege : ...
That... Originium Wave, crushed the Gloriana into pieces.

Morgan : My eardrums... are still aching––
The sound of a warship being destroyed... I doubt there's anyone nearby who didn't hear it...

Indra : The duke driving that huge thing... is dead, just like that?
Grr... Hey, Dagda, you'd better not shit yourself.

Dagda : You're the one whose hands are shaking.

Indra : Hmph.

Siege : You've been quiet this whole time, Dagda. What's on your mind?

Dagda : They made an example of the Duke of Caster at this critical juncture. The Sarkaz intentions are all too clear.

Indra : What might that be? A warning?

Siege : No, it's a message. A message that the Sarkaz are about to launch an all-out attack.

Morgan : ...

Siege : Inform all our comrades and prepare for the next assault–

??? : The Duke of Caster's not dead.

[Horn and Bagpipe arrive at the scene. ]

Siege : Horn! Our morale's completely shot right now...

Horn : That was quite the commotion just now. Nobody has ever seen anything like that before... including us.

Bagpipe : But, the captain's already sent out a bunch of old vets to tag along with you and calm down the fresh greens. Aye, looks like it's been workin' out.

Horn : Bagpipe, don't hold them to our standards, even if you're just doing it subconsciously. The Exemplars just happen to be a particularly special case.

Bagpipe : Aye. Got it, Captain.

Morgan : Horn, you just said... that the Duke of Caster is still alive? You seem quite certain about that.

Horn : Take a look – the muzzles of the Gloriana's cannons have been locked on since the very beginning.

Indra : Huh?

Horn : There might be countless criticisms about Victoria's grand dukes... But holding that position for decades is no easy feat.
Since the Gloriana has not ceased its resistance, that means the Duke of Caster has not perished.
As for the actual situation... maybe that's something a Trilby Asher can clear up for us.

Siege : He left the moment the Gloriana started to run into trouble.
He might be in the vicinity trying to a get in contact with the Gloriana to figure out what's actually going on.
But from what he told us, the Stone of the Sword we're looking for is also right there–

Horn : Siege, what's our next move?

[Delphine rushes over. ]

Delphine : We've just heard back from the outpost!
The Gloriana has been completly surrounded by the Royal Court's blitz attack, and the Duke of Wellington has suddenly withdrawn his forces.
The situation in the surrounding areas has rapidly deteriorated––
Vina, I'm afraid that... we'll have to halt our march at once.

Siege : ...

Operation story: 14-10

Before operation

Summary

The warship carrying the Stone of the Sword – the Gloriana – is besieged by the Sarkaz. To preserve the glimmer of victory, Siege, assisted by her companions, charges towards the Gloriana with Realmblade in hand.

<Background 1>

[Wellington's armies fight on the ground, the Gastrell battleship continuing to fire at enemies. ]

Redsteel Guard Member : All hands, you are not to change your route without authorization. Pass through the Gastrell's covering bombardment area posthaste.
Cover the General's return to the ship!

「Shells rain down on both sides of the mobile force that is moving at full speed. Smoke obscures their whereabouts, and withering artillery fire crushes the Sarkaz troops collapsing upon them. 」

Redsteel Guard Member : Wait, two hundred meters ahead – I found something strange belonging to those Nachzehrers!
The aura emanating from that throne... seems to be letting those damn devils to replenish their ranks faster.
They're closing in fast... They're trying to intercept us!
General, do we need the flank guard to continue the diversion–

Duke of Wellington : No.

Redsteel Guard Member : Commander, we're––

Duke of Wellington : Run them over. *cough*...

Redsteel Guard Member : Yessir!

Sudaram : (Labored gasps)

「Amidst the smoke, silent figures in white robes raise their longswords, sundering the artillery fire falling upon them.
They disappear into the plumes of smoke and dust kicked up by the explosions. 」

Redsteel Guard Member : —
Prepare to intercept the enemy. Five, four, three, two––

Duke of Wellington : Don't disappoint me––

Redsteel Guard Member : One!

Sudaram : —!

[The cannons fire, accompanied by raging purple fire. ]

Sudaram : The skies... are raining fire––

??? : Not all death is alike, Sarkaz.

「Purple flames wreathe the Duke of Wellington's entire mobile unit, and a rising pillar of flames carves out a completely safe domain on the battlefield—
A sanctuary brought by the flames of death. 」

Duke of Wellington : You've more than proven your trustworthiness, Lady Eblana.

Eblana : And I, too, admire your duel against death.
However, your injuries are still severe, and the Nachzehrer's deathly aura still eats away at your body.
Your uniform may hide your injuries, but not from me.

Duke of Wellington : ...

Eblana : Take my hand, Your Grace. You should not be riding these rickety vehicles.
Allow me to personally escort you back to the Gastrell.

Duke of Wellington : It's just a flesh wound.

「The Duke who overcame death ignores the Draco's outstretched hand, his body remaining upright with the help of his cane.
Pain?
Little more than that. 」

Eblana : ...

Duke of Wellington : Lady Eblana, your flames still burn a bit too hot.
Make an opening in this wall of flame, and I will lead the way.
Don't worry. This cane has accompanied me through more dreadful battlefields.
I will stand atop the Gastrell's bow and await Victoria's call for help.

Eblana : As you wish, my ever-faithful lord.
If your body can no longer sustain your ambition, then I shall rekindle your heart with flames.
Even death shall be no obstacle for your march forward.
We are Tara. We shall stand upon the most glorious place in this land––
Together, we shall set this battlefield alight.

<Background Battleship Bridge>

「"Warning, warning––"
"Damage to the hull is in excess of sixty-five percent. Navigation system offline. Propulsion system offline..."
"Activate backup power supply."
"The engine room has been damaged, and there's a serious leakage of Originium fuel."
"At 2:34, the Frederick was struck by three witchcraft shells simultaneously, paralyzing its propulsion system."
"The combat zone is heavily contaminated by witchcraft. The three supporting frigates are unable to approach, and currently dispatching infantry––"
"The second defensive line has incurred a fierce assault! The 9th Battalion Armored Corps is currently holding back the Nachzehrer infantry. Lieutenant Colonel Blake and Major Mourning have been slain. Captain Seymour is currently in command."
"The Excelsior has discovered an approaching squad of Nachzehrer casters! We've lost contact with the Intrepid, with no specific coordinates identified..."
"Duke Gododdin's three dreadnoughts are approaching full-speed to provide support. Duke Abercorn and Duke Ashworth's assault battlegroups are also responding to the call for help!"
"Originium activity is so rampant that it's off the charts! What the hell is that? Is the Originium eating our ship?!"
... 」

<Background 2>

"Trilby Asher" : Your Grace, the situation is changing extremely quickly.
The surviving Trilby Ashers have already been sent out, and the news they've brought back has been compiled here.

Duke of Caster : ...
Our men are dying out there, and the Nachzehrers are turning the entire battlefield into a meat grinder.
*cough*... How many of us are still left?

Flag Officer : Less than a third.
Your Grace should retreat.
Our flagship still retains its defensive capabilities. Even in this condition, it should at least be able to clear a way back for you.

Duke of Caster : I can't leave.
Aileen, spread the word that I will be staying on the Glory. Use whatever means you have at your disposal.

Flag Officer : —!

Duke of Caster : If I abandon the front line, the defensive line will inevitably be routed. Victory will be yet another step further away from Victoria.
What would the other soldiers think of us? That yet another duke has abandoned them?
When this battle is over, our soldiers must also remember – what price I paid for this victory.

Flag Officer : ...

Duke of Caster : I will continue to draw the Nachzehrers' fire. The other dukes will surely come to my aid.
They understand exactly what is and is not important at this current moment.
Besides, my elite forces are all here. You are all the support I need.
Nothing more needs to be said–

[Sarkaz witchcraft shakes the battleship. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Watch out, Your Grace!

[The Trilby Asher cuts down a Sarkaz Royal Court soldier that boarded the ship. ]

Duke of Caster : Hmph. We'll start by clearing out this cabin.
Our march towards victory begins from this stronghold.

"Trilby Asher" : Your Grace...
*sigh* As you command. Then, we must get our hands on the Sighs of Kings.
The Stone of the Sword is still here, undamaged. That is our best opportunity for a counterattack.

Duke of Caster : ...
Is the Trilby Asher who's been in contact with our lovely Vina still alive?

"Trilby Asher" : Our communication channels are back online now.

Duke of Caster : Excellent. Get in touch with him.
I have new orders for him.

<Background fades out>

[Chaos consumes the battlefield. ]

"There's no end to them..."
"Shells... Where are the shells? Clark!"
"...Dead. They're all dead––"
"Vina, I've rescued another soldier!"
"The enemy line up ahead is going to be hard to handle. Are you sure you want to keep pushing forward?"

"Activating the Realmblade is the best option we have for turning the tides of this battle. We've already come this far – and this is something only we can do!"

"Who... are you?"

"We're the Exemplars."

<Background 3>

[The Exemplars clear out the rubble. ]

Victorian Soldier : *cough* *cough*... The Exemplars?

Shearer : Use your head, soldier. Don't charge right up to the enemy.
So much blood... Oripathy. And the suppressants... Damn it, we ran out a while ago.
Hang in there a bit longer, and don't move. There's a chance the Originium crystals puncture your lungs.

Victorian Soldier : It doesn't matter anymore.

Shearer : What?

Victorian Soldier : Doctor... Sir, just about all our men are dead.
Clark was the second to last one. See that hand over there by your feet? That's all that's left of him.
What can I do?

Delphine : ...Your name.

Victorian Soldier : Patel. Richard Patel.

Delphine : Private Patel, from your badge, I see you were assigned to the 9th Battalion Armored Corps and your commanding officer is Lieutenant Colonel Blake.
If I recall correctly, your company's mission is to protect Duke Caster's flagship.

Victorian Soldier : Who are you? Which unit are you from?

Delphine : Delphine. From the Exemplars.
I'm just like you... I despise those enemies. They took everything from me.
But, I still remember my mission. I'm here to aid you, Private Patel.

Victorian Soldier : Aid me?
Duke Windermere is dead. I don't know if our esteemed duke is still with us.
And then, there's the Iron Duke... That bloody codger, Wellington! He deserted the battlefield!
What are you people even doing here? What hope do we have for victory?!

「Delphine subconsciously glances over at Vina, who stands not far away with the Sighs of Kings strapped to her back. 」

Delphine : ...Even if the Grand Dukes give up, we will not.

Victorian Soldier : Is that so...?

Shearer : He's... not going to last much longer.
Shit, hurry up and spread out! He could implode at any moment – we won't have time to deal with him!

「Delphine sees the soldier's bloodshot eyes... There's determination and desire burning within them. 」

Victorian Soldier : Listen up, Exemplars. There's a contingent of Nachzehrers up ahead.
Put me... into that tank over there.

Delphine : ...

Shearer : Wait, Delphine! Don't go near him, I can handle this––

Delphine : Very well.
Allow me to help you, Private Patel.
...If this is your last wish.

Victorian Soldier : Thank you...

<Background fades out and in>

「The battered tank hurtles towards the Sarkaz troops.
Many of the Exemplars had no idea what was going on, until they heard... the one last battle cry an ordinary soldier gave using his life. 」

[The tank explodes, killing dozens of Nachzehrer soldiers. ]

Delphine : We will record all you've accomplished here today.
Each and every member of the Duke of Caster's 9th Battalion Armored Corps was a good soldier, ready to defend the Gloriana and Victoria herself with their lives.

Shearer : Wait, what's going on? The dead are standing up?

Delphine : No, no... It's not the dead that are standing. They're...

「Withered branches.
Twigs sprout from the fallen bodies of the Nachzehrer warriors, extending in every direction, burrowing back towards the fog where the scent of rot and decay is strongest.
A figure rises from the fog and quickly approaches. 」

Siege : Get back, Delphine!

[Siege steps in front of Delphine, blocking the attack. ]

Sudaram : (Dull growl)

[Sir Bellingham steps in and slashes the Sudaram. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Urgh... Luckily, it'll take more than that to kill me off.
If we die here, our lives will get sucked up by the Nachzehrer altars, and we'll turn into their food.

Delphine : Does that mean... Private Patel's last wish was in vain? If these enemies cannot even be defeated by death...

"Trilby Asher" : No, Delphine. He was able to slay this squad of Nachzehrers.
However––

[Horn fires her cannon. ]

Horn : That monster's clearly weakened, and trying to feed off death. Take advantage of this opportunity and destroy the target!
I'll cover you! Bagpipe, mark my flank!

Siege : Private Patel's wish will not be in vain. We'll charge out through the opening he created.
Everyone, move it!

[The group continously attack the Sudaram until it finally collapses. ]

"Trilby Asher" : ...

Siege : Don't hesitate. Slow down for a second, and the whole situation might spiral out of control.

"Trilby Asher" : ...

Siege : What are you still standing there for?
You... Don't tell me, you're choosing now of all times to get cold feet?

"Trilby Asher" : Getting cold feet? No, I just need to stay behind for the time being to fulfill my duty.
Your Highness, Alexandrina, please don't glare at me like that. I really do have urgent business to attend to.
The Duke has just given me her latest orders––
The deal is off. You are to evacuate with the Sighs of Kings, and await her further instructions.

Siege : ...

"Trilby Asher" : You will not be able to reach the Stone of the Sword, and this "key" must not fall into Sarkaz hands.
If necessary, "special measures" can be employed to ensure the safety of the Sighs of Kings.

Siege : How did I see this coming.

"Trilby Asher" : There's no need to be so wary of me. I have been completely forthcoming when it comes to the Duke's orders.
I know you're loathe to abandon your quest for the Stone of the Sword, but...
Count me in.

Indra : Huh?

"Trilby Asher" : My highest priority remains to ensure the safety of the Duke.
*sigh* But at a time like this, where am I supposed to find allies more trustworthy than the Exemplars?

Siege : Your duke's not going to be happy with your decision.

"Trilby Asher" : Would you look at that, we've already switched sides.
Look at it this way – I'm outnumbered here, and I don't have any way of dealing with all of you.
Go, Your Royal Highness. I hope your plan is a complete one.

Siege : Don't worry. My dear aunt won't have anything to worry about... I know what I have to do.

<Background fades out>

「Vina's plans are never complicated, and that has proven surprisingly effective on this chaotic battlefield.
Everyone in the Exemplars knows exactly what they're fighting for.
Now matter how the war forces them apart, in the end, those who survive will gather to lift the glass of victory. 」

"The plan is straightforward – Delphine, you're in charge of commanding from the periphery and pinning down the Sarkaz laying siege to the Gloriana."
"Chip away at them, and avoid direct engagements."

<Background 3>

[Delphine's squad weave through the Sarkaz's witchcraft attacks. ]

Delphine : Can you still walk?

Exemplar Soldier : I... don't think so...

Delphine : Then, grab onto my back.
I've moved you to safety... Well, there's nowhere's that's safe anymore.
But let's get behind that piece of the destroyed warship. Hide behind there for the time being.

Exemplar Soldier : Don't worry about us... Right now, urgh... the Sighs of Kings takes the highest priority!

Delphine : Don't be daft.
Vina's team knows what to do with the Sighs of Kings. Our mission right now is to contain the enemy and siphon off some of their firepower.

<Background fades out and in>

Delphine : Lieutenant, I need medical assistance over here!

Shearer : Roger!

Delphine : Fitz, where are you from?

Exemplar Soldier : Eastham... *cough*––

Delphine : I've been there before. They've got good leather.

Shearer : There's an open wound on the leg with visible puncturing. Stop the bleeding first. Do you have pain anywhere else other than the wound?

Exemplar Soldier : No, I'm just... a bit tired, that's all...

Delphine : Do you have anyone on your mind right now, Fitz?!

Exemplar Soldier : Barry... from across the street. He still owes me–

Delphine : Don't say it. Just keep repeating it in your heart. Just repeat it to yourself over and over!
Then, go back home alive and tell him yourself!

Shearer : The patient is conscious and has no fractures, internal bleeding, or acute infection.
Alright, the wound has been cleaned. I will now bandage it and apply anti-inflammatories. He should be fine with some rest.
You did well, Delphine.

Delphine : Lieutenant, do you ever think about wanting to rewind time to the day our ship was raided?

Shearer : If we can win, sure.

Delphine : I'm of the same mind.
Because of my mistakes, my incompetence... we were miserably defeated by the Sarkaz.
I don't want that to happen again today.
Lieutenant, please take Fitz back. I'm still needed here.

<Background fades out and in>

"What about us, Vina?"
"Travel lightly, quickly break through the encirclement, and go for the pedestal. Horn, Bagpipe, we're counting on you to cover our flank!"
"You heard that, Hannah, Morgan, Dagda? We're gonna charge forward and never look back!"
"Sounds like we're rushing straight into a fight for our lives! I'm getting excited already!'
"Shut it already, Hannah!"

[The group duck as they are bombarded with witchcraft altar missiles. ]

Morgan : This bunker's not gonna hold!

Siege : Where's the location of the next bunker?

Morgan : The Strange Man in the Hat's already found it for us. Keep your eyes peeled for his signal!

Indra : Those soldiers up there are Caster's guards! We're almost there!

Dagda : The bombardment is thinning out! Delphine's forces have managed to draw away a large chunk of their firepower!

Siege : I can see the pedestal clearly now–
Get down!

[Cannonfire blasts the battlefield. ]

Horn : Hold on! That attack just now wasn't from the Sarkaz!

Bagpipe : Captain, it's the Gloriana!

[A transmission comes in. ]

"Trilby Asher" : The Gloriana has noticed us.
Its guns are clearing the way for us!

Siege : Pounce on to it! Press onward!

「They continue to charge into the tempest, to where the artillery fire converges, to where their enemies are.
Hammer smashes into bone, and sword cleaves through flesh.
Those standing shoulder-to-shoulder are getting heavier injuries, yet they no longer bother to wipe the blood from their faces.
They continue pressing forward. No matter how perilous, they never stop.
The Gloriana is right there in front of them, and Vina can already hear the roar of battle coming from above. 」

Siege : Hold out a bit longer. We're about to break through–

<Background fades to white>

「"(Indistinct Sarkaz language) You shall..."
"(Indistinct Sarkaz language) ...not pass." 」

<Background 3>

What's... going on...
I've lost all sensation... in the arm holding my hammer...

「"Vina!"
"The Sighs of Kings! The Sighs of Kings has been knocked flying! After it––" 」

The Sigh... of Kings? That's... the sword? But I... had it on my back...

「"(Indistinct Sarkaz language) Death..."
"(Indistinct Sarkaz language) ...the final end" 」

「"Damnit! Vina, stand up!"
"Help her! Bagpipe, cover my back! I need to reload!"
"I can block their blades! Bloody hell, why can't I run any faster?!" 」

A dark shadow... Something... is approaching me...

「"Vina!!!"
"Victoria..." 」

[Steam hisses loudly. ]

「"Victoria!" 」

<Background fades to white>

「"Victoria!!" 」

「Vina could never forget that voice, even if she can on longer make out all the information it contains.
But, her intuition tells her... that it is a name. A name that is associated with her entire life. 」

「The ground shatters, and along with it, three mobile altars.
White vapor erupts, and a fiery red blade emerges. 」

Victorian Soldier : Look – a Steam Knight!
A Steam Knight stands with us!
Victoria's glory has returned, and he stands with us!
Follow him into battle!
Slay them! Slay every last Sarkaz!
"Glooooory–– to Victoria!!!"

<Background 3>

[The steam-powered armor hisses. ]

Charles Lynch : (Muffled gushing sound)

「Slash. Pierce. Charge.
The suit of armor fights valiantly, and ferociously.
The path behind him is soon littered with Sarkaz corpses and the fragments of shattered altars.
Witchcraft missiles fall at his feet, crossbow bolts fly towards him, blades slash at his body.
But, he never stops. He cleaves apart the next enemy, sweeping them away, along with any traces they left on him. 」

Morgan : —!
A Steam Knight... still lives?!

Horn : That's right. We saw him inside the city.

Bagpipe : But why... is he here now?

Siege : He came... for the sword...

Indra : Vina!

Siege : I... can still fight!
But... the sword is gone!

[A transmission comes in. ]

"Trilby Asher" : I see the Sighs of Kings! It's lying atop of a pile of bodies in the combat zone. I'll retrieve it for you.
Just as you said – pounce on to it, and press onward. Don't look back.
I promise you that the sword will appear when it is needed.

Siege : ...

Indra : Vina...

Siege : I will keep going. Cover me.

[Siege rushes forward. ]

「She clenches the hammer in her hands, shrugging off all doubt and hesitation.
She has placed her trust not just in her partners, but also in people who she had never trusted before... No, she placed her trust in all of Victoria.
The Victoria she believes in.
Run. Faster. Almost there... 」

[Witchcraft Arts tear through their formation. ]

Dagda : Argh—!

Indra : Don't force it!
Get hit again, and you're a goner!

Siege : The mobile altar...

Dagda : ––It stopped?!
Then, who fired that shot...? One of our own tanks?

[A transmission comes in. ]

Delphine : Vina, we're connected with the Duke of Fife's suit of armor! We've also located Captain Seymour – he's still alive! More troops are on their way to join us!
We'll handle all those altar that are flying around!

Siege : Great news! Let's keep moving!
Don't you dare get in our way!

<Background fades out and in>

[A transmission comes in. ]

Horn : We've used up the last of our ammunition. That means... it'll come down to some good old CQC.

Bagpipe : Roger that, Captain!

Horn : Pretty nostalgic, right? Reminds me of our academy days.
Let's see how these Sarkaz like our technique.
Let them try... to get past us.

Siege : The Stone of the Sword is right ahead, but that corrosive fog...

[Another transmission comes in. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Your Royal Highness, my colleagues have secured the Gloriana.
*cough*... The next time our cooperation is needed, the Exemplars will hear from this Trilby once more.
Finally, allow me to use my Originium Arts... as well as a little bit of authority, to light your way.

「A ray of green light cuts through the dense fog of decay.
Deep within the storm, the Stone of the Sword radiates with light. 」

"Trilby Asher" : Oh right, the sword...
After thinking things through, one really should not disobey a duke's orders––

"Trilby Asher" : But I also made a promise to Your Royal Highness. That's quite a pickle.
Alright, then. Catch!

「A silver light streaks across the battlefield, piercing through the fog.
The Sighs of Kings. A blade so common that it does not attract the attention of soldiers on either side of the battlefield–– 」

Horn : I've got it!
Don't turn back now, Siege! This is the final stretch!

Bagpipe : Dun worry about me, Captain! Go with them!

「The storm rises from the battlefield, but the White Wolf has already leapt up.
Aim, fire. A procedure she knows by heart. 」

Horn : Take it, Siege!

「The longsword left her hand, cutting through the air as countless eyes followed its path.
Vina never looks back. She simply continues running, carefully listening to every last sound.
Swoosh.
The sound of metal vibrating through the air. The sound of air being cut apart by a sharp object.
She forcefully throws down the hammer in her hands. Its massive head lodges into the cliffside, creating a tiny foothold for her.
She steps on it, and leaps. And when she extends her hand, the Sighs of Kings has already found its way into her palm. 」

Siege : Indra, Morgan, remember how we used to chuck Molotov cocktails down the chimneys of the nobles?

Indra : Yeah, we'd stand on each other's shoulders!

Siege : But this time, I'll be running ahead first.

[Siege runs faster. ]

「The Originium beneath her feet feel like alive, unlike any wall or mountain she's ever traversed before.
How much farther?
How much longer will it be until the dark clouds disperse, and the war draws its last breath?
She fled Londinium to the land beyond its walls; then from there, she returned. How much farther must she go... before she returns to her peaceful homeland, and to the people she loves?
Vina does not know. But at least, the Stone of the Sword is right before her eyes. She extricates her hammer with all her might.
She knows what she must do.
She leaps up, hammer and sword held high in her hands, glimmering in the sunlight. 」

During operation

Note: This story is played after Siege is moved to the tile above the Protection Objective during the operation, which will be resumed after the story ends.

<Background black>

「Siege leaps up. 」

[*Rumble* ]

「The edges of the Stone of the Sword cut her palm and slip away. The Originium mountain quakes, almost flinging her from it.
Just one step. One step further. One more miracle— 」

[*Gush* ]

「The knight who was Victoria never forgot his duty. He streaked across the sky, picking up the golden lion who held the Realmblade.
A dull sound came from the bloodied suit of armor.
"Glorious—Victoria!" 」

「The Stone lies just ahead.
The waves of Originium rise and fall. Countless crystal shards surround her.
But the one in the eye of the storm will not waver, not anymore. 」

[*Swing* ]

Siege : For the Glasgow Gang.
For Londinium.
For all who died.
And for all who live!

[*CLANG!* ]

「The golden lion roars at the storm.
The Sighs of Kings plunges down. 」

[*Clank* ]

「Sword and its Stone become one.
There is an explosion of golden light.
It falls on the crystals, and on her, shining towards heaven and earth. 」

「The golden radiance pierces the red demonic eye, tearing a hole in the curtain of death above.
A miracle has happened. A legend has returned.
The hero's sword cleaved through Catastrophe, bringing golden hope that fell upon the eyes of every Victorian on the battlefield.
Londinium will yield to no storm.
As long as they have the Sighs of Kings, there is no foe they cannot overcome.
"Victoria!"
"Victoria!"
"The Exemplars! The Exemplars!"
"Vina! Vina!"
The cries form a great wave, lifting up the exhausted hero.
Siege looks up at the Sighs of Kings.
The sword in its Stone looks entirely ordinary, as though it was no more than a key.
She knows, more than ever, that the sword has never granted anyone power, nor has she suddenly become one of the heroes of legend.
She stands here now because of the countless eyes that have witnessed her, the countless hands that have lifted her up. 」

After operation

Summary

The Stone of the Sword and the Realmblade become one, temporarily dispelling the Originium storm scourging the battlefield. Morale uplifted, the Victorian alliance begins their counterattack. Logos stays behind to hold back the Sudaram, and prepares to face the Nachzehrer King alone.

<Background Black>

「A legend is bestowed by the people.
The "miracle" you hold already existed before Lugalszargus and I met.
In the depths of the golden sands, explorers who should've been devoured by Catastrophes found safe haven because of this relic.
The relic was forged into a treasured blade, and I carried it along with the young Shah into the endless sands. 」

「I still remember what he said as he rested against my mane beneath the stars––
"It shall have a name, but that name is not mine to give."
Then, as legends go, he took up the blade and slew the Poltergeist King.
He never returned. Nobody in the land was worthy of giving that sword a name, but a legend was nevertheless born. 」

<Background fades out>

「The Hero's sword.
It passed through the hands of many kings, until at long last, the Lion with hair as bright as the sun used it to sever the Red Dragon's head.
That story, you're already familiar with, Vina.
Beneath the gleaming blade, the Lion and Dragon ultimately stood side by side and swore an oath to lift the crown together.
Alas, the Hero's sword would slay no more, but would instead be regarded as "the highest authority". 」

「It has endured loss and betrayal, yet its brilliance as the symbol of authority has never dimmed.
As Lugalszargus said, you have all sung of it from generation to generation using the name it was given – the Sighs of Kings.
No matter how many times it is reforged, craftsmen will always be able to hear the sighs from within the sword.
They say that it is the kings sighing, lamenting that the glorious empire no longer has enemies worth conquering.
But, it was never the kings who were sighing, but rather the blade itself – a "miracle" dug out from the golden sands more than a millennium ago. Still, they had the right to give meaning to this sword. 」

<Background fades out>

「Vina, legends are never told by the heroes themselves.
But, you continued its story. Perhaps in twenty years, the children will sing...
"Alexandrina, the Sword of Victoria, the king who banished the Sarkaz tyrant!"
But, is this the story you want to hear? And, by whose right do you wield this sword?
The king's? The hero's? The peoples'? 」

<Background 3>

<Background gleams with golden light>

Siege : (Gawain...)

Indra : Got you, Vina!

Morgan : You did it, Vina...

[A transmission comes in. ]

Delphine : The enemy forces encircling the Gloriana are retreating before the dukes' forces!
Vina, hang in there! We'll catch up to you soon enough.
The other dukes' troops have heard news of the Duke of Caster, and are now willing to work together with the Exemplars.
At least, this is settled before the fighting engulfed Londinium.

「Waves of cheering pour through the communicator, each louder than the last.
But the battle continues.
The Sighs of Kings is sheathed within the Stone of the Sword. This is not the end, but merely a beginning. 」

Dagda : The Steam Knight... is helping us?

Siege : No, I'd say he only came for the Realmblade.

<Background fades out>

「Siege's gaze falls on the devastated battlefield, where the Steam Knight went on its warpath.
She looks for the other shadow, but it is nowhere to be found. 」

「Siege grips her hammer tightly and stands before her companions, just like she had done so many times before. 」

Siege : Let's continue the fight.
Until the moment of victory actually arrives.

<Background 2>

Duke of Caster : The Realmblade is now active.
Looking up from here, that golden pillar of light is truly breathtaking.
Two decades ago, I first saw the prototype of our Stone of the Sword in the workshop. I have been waiting for this moment ever since.
The light that sunders Catastrophe is no longer a myth, or a heroic tale in alleyways.
Can you envision it? Beneath the shade of this light, our people will no longer need to live in fear of Catastrophe. Our city... will be eternally glorious.
Back then, nobody could have imagined that it would ever be used for this purpose.
That it would be used in a war started by those barbaric devils, in a ravaged land outside Londinium's gates.
And... it was done by the hands of my dear brother's orphan, with the aid of the Exemplars.
For decades, the pedestal has been integral to our strategy in Victoria. What should have become Caster's triumph is now a part of the legacy of the former king's heirs.

"Trilby Asher" : Your Grace, we are sorry for betraying your expectations––

Duke of Caster : You call it betrayal?
...No.
"The Gloriana was saved, and Victoria was saved."
What is there for me to be disappointed about?
"The miracle blooming on the battlefield." I can even hear my own guards whispering these words.
I believe your "Sir Suffolk" would share the same opinion, no?

"Trilby Asher" : The Poet should be acting in accordance with military protocol and retreating with the Realmblade. I will make sure of this––

Duke of Caster : There's no rush. Whether this is a dereliction of duty or a show of loyalty, I shall decide for myself later.
What's happened has happened, there's no need to worry about the Realmblade's fate for now.
At least, this isn't necessarily a bad thing either.
Connect to the Exemplars' internal communication channel. Use the alliance line.

"Trilby Asher" : Your Grace, there's a risk of being tapped.

Duke of Caster : Talk less and do your job.

"Trilby Asher" : Very well.

[The battleship connects with the Exemplars' comms channel. ]

Indra : Uhh, whose communication frequency is this? I didn't turn it on––

Duke of Caster : Well done, Exemplars.

Indra : Well, stuff me?!

[Indra passes the communicator to Siege. ]

Siege : Your Grace... I thought you'd at least want to meet me in person.

Duke of Caster : Indeed. Arrangements for that meeting have already been made.
But, after the Realmblade's activation, all intel on the battlefield flowed to me once again.
Opportunities on the battlefield are fleeting, and I was too preoccupied to make use of it.
Siege, what you have accomplished is nothing short of a miracle.
I will reevaluate the role that the Exemplars could play in this war.

Siege : With all due respect, I do not recall opening our communication channels to you.

Duke of Caster : As of right now, assume your channels are open to all of Victoria's alliance forces.
They will begin their counterattack by retaking Silverrock Bluffs. Are the Exemplars willing to work with us to create a miracle?

Siege : Under the banner of the dukes?

Duke of Caster : No. The Exemplars cannot, and will not be affiliated with any of the ducal forces. This much, I can assure you.
You must operate as a heroic, independent unit.

Siege : ...

Duke of Caster : Alexandrina, you will come to know... what the Exemplars mean to Victoria.
For now, we undoubtedly stand on the same side.
Take count of your troops. It's time to go.

<Background 4>

Amiya : That golden light...
The Sighs of Kings has taken effect! Siege and the Exemplars have done it!

Kal'tsit : The situation on the battlefield will finally stabilize.
No longer afflicted by the extreme Originium-dense environment, Victoria's forces will be free to display their full potential.
The Military Commission's defeat on the main battlefield is inevitable.
Even if there are still disputes among the dukes, the overall strength and sustained combat capability of the Victorian Army far eclipses what the Sarkaz can muster. Additionally, Victoria just enjoyed a massive morale boost.
It won't be long until the scales of victory tip towards Victoria.

Amiya : Yes...

Kal'tsit : Amiya, Theresis must have foreseen this when he decided to start this war and fill the trenches of a foreign land with Sarkaz lives.

Amiya : I know, Dr. Kal'tsit.
But, the more this happens, the more I find myself thinking... What kind of future are they hoping for with so many people thrown away for nothing?

Kal'tsit : Whatever that might be...

「Kal'tsit looks up into the crimson sky.
The storm has not completely halted. The Originium dust swirling in the inverted airflow was only temporarily driven back by the Sighs of Kings, and now rages even more violently than before.
Perhaps they all feel the same way, exhausted just from trying to avert the advent of disaster. 」

Kal'tsit : We are only one step from the abyss.

Logos : "Return from whence you came."

<Background shakes>

Amiya : On the other side of the canyon... is that a crystal cluster that's glowing? Logos...

Logos : No matter how many tricks they have up their sleeves, they cannot conceal the blood.
I have removed the Confessarius illusions.

Doctor : Once we go over there...
We'll find the real altar.

Logos : The truth is within reach.
However...
The shadow is also approaching.

「It's cold. Way too cold.
You feel the temperature abruptly change again. Before you know it, you are surrounded once more by a thick, swamp-like fog. 」

Amiya : ...Sudaram!
How are there this many...?

[An army of Sudaram surround them. ]

Kal'tsit : This is the Nachzehrer's last line of defense in front of the true altar.
This is where Nezzsalem intends to stop us. He does not want us to get any closer.

Logos : The lament of the dead fills the air above the battlefield. The Nachzehrers' power... is almost at its very peak.
I have seen the dark clouds of death hanging on the horizon.
If the scorching sun no longer shines, I shall cast the light that pierces the fog here.

Amiya : We will...

Logos : Cross over to the other side.
Find Salus, and destroy the Blood of Teekaz.
May the wails of the dead find some quiescence.

「Logos lifts his hand and points to the other side of the canyon.
The congealing mist parts once more. 」

Logos : ––"Ferry".

「Brief, yet powerful.
Logos seems to both be describing a physical action and uttering an incantation at once.
Originium crystals surge like waves in front of you, stretching all the way to the other side of the canyon until they form a narrow, but stable bridge. 」

Logos : The Nachzehrer King will come for us, and someone has to hold him back.
I will stay behind.

Amiya : Logos! Just you, alone?

Logos : Amiya, do you still have the package I left with you before? Please give it back to me.

Amiya : Of course, but––

[Amiya hands him the package. ]

Logos : Good. With this, there won't be any problems.
Now, go.

[Doctor, Amiya, and Kal'tsit run ahead. ]

「Death is pursuing you.
You run with all your might. Maybe it's Amiya who's pulling you, Mon3tr who's dragging you along, or Logos who's pushing you ahead with his incantation––
You hardly even feel your feet touching the ground, but it is as if a thousand bony hands are growing from the mist, trying to latch onto your ankles.
But, the aura of decay fails to reach you in the end. A formless barrier envelops your body, keeping the haze at bay.
You know that Logos's incantation is taking effect. In this moment, the Banshee's "curse" feels so gentle and warm. 」

「You hear something collapsing, and look in its direction.
The bridge has disappeared, just as quickly and cleanly as when it appeared.
The thick fog once again teems forth, impatient.
You search for that familiar figure, but perhaps because he is too far, or perhaps because the fog is too thick, you cannot see anything at all. 」

<Background 5>

Doctor : Is Logos in danger? / I'm a bit worried...

Kal'tsit : Doctor, this is the decision that elite operator Logos made.
He has the right to make his own tactical judgments based upon the situation at hand. He believes that it would be most beneficial for us to head to the real altar while he faces the Nachzehrers head-on.
Answer me, Doctor. Do you trust him? Do you trust elite operator Logos?

Doctor : ...
Yes. / I trust him.

Kal'tsit : Then, you should also trust that he will regroup with us when we are in need.

<Background 4>

[The Sudaram encircle Logos. ]

Logos : I understand your desires, scion of decay.
But, death should not be so cacophonous.
Quiet.

「The whistle pierces through the thick fog, the incantation spreading in ripples.
Nothing needs to be spoken, nothing needs to be written...
The concealed dead have nowhere to hide. the Sudaram's piercing shriek forms into a longsword that shuttles through the fog.
The words from the whistle quiver, and the Banshee's song resounds––
Within the ancient bloodlines of the Sarkaz, in a valley choked with Originium, amidst the lamentations of countless people who fell in battle...
Flaming shells and witchcraft-imbued rounds intertwine in the skies above the battlefield.
A high-speed battleship crashes into a witchcraft bastion.
A small number of Victorian soldiers charge head-first into an entire squad of Nachzehrers.
The song grows louder and clearer.
When that song reaches its climax, the Nachzehrer soldiers fall into silence and stop attacking one after another, like motionless flags.
They no longer hunt.
At last, death has returned to the land. 」

<Background fades out and in>

??? : War has come to answer your song.

「The withered branches retreat in unison. They coil, then lie down, returning once more to their long-deceased forms.
The most hideous and ancient among them still seem to be struggling unwillingly, finally twisting into a scepter.
The tip of the scepter strikes the ground, and a figure emerges from the depths of the dense fog. 」

Nezzsalem : Aefanyl... The master of the Elegiac Court.
You chose to stay behind and face me alone.

「The corners of his clothes flutter, as the fog disperses.
The Sudaram's white robes are scattered across the dense white hills of withered branches. Longswords lie fallen and shattered, like grass in a forest.
The young Banshee sits sideways atop the hill, his bloodstained fingers plucking at the bone whistle in front of his lips...
Gentle. Melodious. 」

[Logos sits up, now wearing his Rhodes Island outfit. ]

Logos : No, Nezzsalem. There is no such master here.
Only Logos, elite operator of Rhodes Island, dressed to greet our guest.
I have crafted this opus upon death's motif, and I dedicate it to you.

Operation story: 14-11

Before operation

Summary

Logos fights the Nachzehrer King and rings his own death knell.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

[Rain falls down. ]

「All the eye can see is death.
Endless killing. Life takes life. Fields of corpses, soaked in blood.
The first Nachzehrer learned his purpose when he rose from the ashes of battle.
”I am the end of all things.” 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Logos : "Penetrate."

<Background flashes>

「The incantation pierces the Nachzehrer like a lance.
It happened so fast that it was almost impossible to see its trajectory, as though it had taken effect by the time the word left the lips.
A smooth hole appears in Nezzsalem's chest. 」

<Background flashes black>

「There is no change in his expression. Withered branches reach down from his staff, reach into the hole in his torso, and fill in the gap. 」

[Logos takes a breath, then launches a barrage of Arts, finishing with an explosive blast. ]

How could this be?
In this battle alone, the young Banshee has casted dozens of Arts that were not of Sarkaz origin.
Ravel, the greatest Arts master of Gaul.
His life's work made the guns of Gaul's ships mighty, and he was famous in all the nations, before the Witch King made his own name known throughout the land.
In that war, there was an instant when the ships of Gaul ripped apart the lines of death like a sharp sword, before death swallowed them.
Why do I see a shadow of him in your Arts?

Nezzsalem : Your words can't kill me.
The voice that calls me is louder than your incantations by far.

Logos : ...I can hear it.
The dirge of the fallen echoes within you.

<Background flashes black repeatedly>

「Thousands of war altars, spread across the battlefield.
They absorb what life leaves behind when it dies.
The culmination of the power stands before Logos.
The most powerful Nachzehrer, and the most terrible war altar. 」

Nezzsalem : Nachzehrers witness death.
We take in all who were brave, friend or foe. In the endless cycle of life and death, they will be remembered and honored.
Cowards deserve only dust.
Tell me, my foe—is it a young hero who stands before me, or a despicable traitor?

Logos : Your judgment does not interest me.
This is not where the power of words lie.

<Background flashes yellow>

「Logos once again gathers power in his palm. 」

[Logos fires his Arts. ]

「A second wound appears on Nezzsalem's body, stretching from the shoulder to his chest. 」

[A golden gleam lines the gash. ]

「The incantation does not dissipate. It fends off the branches trying to close in, and prevents the energies of the dead from repairing the Nachzehrer's body.
Shredded cloth rises and falls, covering the new wound, and countless old scars. 」

Nezzsalem : What is this?

Logos : Death may feed the Nachzehrer, but the Banshee can put death itself to rest.
You are no longer the sole master of war, Nezzsalem.

Nezzsalem : You're more gifted in incantation than any Banshee I know, Laqeramaline included.
A shame, though.
Why do you not sing for the dead, if you truly mourn them?

Logos : Elegy cannot actually put the dead to rest.
Neither the living nor the dead will find true rest, as long as war continues.

Nezzsalem : Preposterous!
You have vanquished the Damazti and banished the Vampire. You, a sovereign of the Royal Court, have Royal Court blood on your hands.
You dare say it is all because you are avoiding war?
Is your rebellion the only reason you stand in my way?

<Background shakes violently>

「The Nachzehrer floats up in fury. The branches underneath him disintegrate, and decay fills the canyon. 」

[Logos begins to blow on his whistle. ]

「The Banshee's chanting does not give ground. 」

<Flashback starts here>

Born in death, fueled by war, and nourishing death.
The life of the Nachzehrer is as war itself.
Cities and kingdoms rise and fall, but the fate of the Nachzehrer never changes.
Once, a Nachzehrer clan, tired of the cycle, put down their swords and staves and went into the depths of the wastes, far from civilization.
Their powers declined rapidly in peace, and they soon became prey for others, fading away in a forgotten corner of the land.
There is no other way to ensure the continued existence of the Nachzehrers.
The great rock of war sits above our heads on the slopes of time. All we can do is to push it with all our strength.
Such cycle has continued for thousands of years.
Until—

<Background 3>

[Theresis and Theresa stand before Nezzsalem. ]

We promise a war, Nachzehrer King—
About the future, and nothing else.

My best students, the young twin royals. I taught them the laws of war. They stood before me and told me—
We can end the monotony of war and break the rigid cycle.
We can push the rock to the top of the mountain and build a splendid palace with it.
This war will be my blaze of glory.
It must not end here!

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

That was a long time ago.
Now, a young Banshee stands before me.
How could they be so alike?

Nezzsalem : I fought alongside Laqeramaline for decades, across cities and plains. We buried the armor of Victoria and the guns of Gaul beneath the walls of Kazdel together.
In the same battle, I helped Theresa take the heads of thousands of Leithanian casters.
They were the heroes of Kazdel, its greatest warriors.
Laqeramaline entrusted you with the future of the Banshees. Theresa considered you one of her best students.
But you hid at Rhodes Island, sheltered the King of Sarkaz, and sneaked into Londinium like a thief, content to sabotage the cracks in the battlefield...

Logos : War will not end the suffering of the Sarkaz.
All I see is you dragging everyone into the abyss.

Nezzsalem : So you chose to run.
Many years ago, I said to Theresa that war was unavoidable. If it did not come to Londinium, it would come to Kazdel.
Theresa agreed, but continued to hope that there could be another solution.
Her choice led to a new war. Its consequence was the death of the King of Sarkaz.
I witnessed her death. All Sarkaz should honor her.
What about you?
What can you bring the Sarkaz aside from these meek words? What do you want to bring the Sarkaz?

「He points his staff at the ground.
The scent of decay rushes out, overpowering the barrier of incantations. 」

[An army of Sudaram rises. ]

Sudaram : (Growls)

Logos : —

[Logos blows on his whistle again. ]

「The dirge of the myriad souls grows louder.
The power of the incantations is weakening. He feels his fingers, lips and tongue go numb.
The fury does not come only from the ancient Royal Court sovereign before him.
It is also coming from his own blood. 」

Logos : ...

??? : I told you.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 4>

Logos : Duq'arael. I witnessed with my own eyes...

Duq'arael : ...My death?
You and the King both know you can't kill me.
With your help, I've come to an... interesting place. It is not all nothingness beyond history.
But I continue to gaze at you beyond the veil.
You have come so far, little Banshee... you and the Outblood King seek the drop of blood that I left behind.
The Blood of Teekaz... the pure blood that I coveted.
You believe that you can prevent calamity from occurring again by destroying it.

Logos : It's true.

Duq'arael : "True". Destroy the altar, put a temporary stop to the Cunabula of Suffering, allow the Victorian nitwits to cling to life a bit longer. How boring.
Who is the one that's short-sighted and foolish here?

Logos : ...

Duq'arael : You feel it, don't you? You're closely linked to the altar. Right here, right now, your power is being boosted by it.
It was never one drop of blood or a single person's call that awakened the Cunabula of Suffering.
Originium is the response to the call of all Sarkaz, living and dead. No exceptions.

Logos : ...The murmur of the myriad souls is omnipresent.
The lament of the dead will not stop.
The Sarkaz are bound by the past from the moment of their birth, never to be freed, even unto death.

Duq'arael : You witnessed the myriad souls the first time you sang an elegy... Laqeramaline proudly described your talent to us.
This talent was the seed of dissent.
You feel pain, not just for others, but for yourself as well. You may detest the path I walk, but you could not help but feel sorrow for me sake.

Logos : I feel sorrow for how you're trapped by the past.

Duq'arael : Such arrogance... I should try to kill you again.
But instead, I will bless you.
The slaughterer and the slaughtered... they are all part of the cycle.
I am here because of you.

「Logos does not smell any blood.
The incantation easily impales the Sanguinarch's body, causing only a few small ripples. 」

Logos : Your blood is still linked to my elegy.

Duq'arael : Of course... of course. You stand with me, no matter how much you resist.
We are all sovereigns of the Royal Court, after all... the oldest bloodlines of the Sarkaz.
I should be glad that you could conquer me, for it proves that you are stronger, and more worthy of carrying the fate of the Sarkaz, leading them on your path.

「The Sanguinarch of Vampires laughs, turning around and disappearing into the cave.
His silhouette fades away amongst the Originium crystals, but his voice continues to echo in Logos's ear. 」

<Background fades out>

Duq'arael : Bless you, Aefanyl, my vanquisher.
Assimilate my blood. Utilize my power. Let your hatred of me fuel your battles!
You will walk in my place and witness in my stead how far the flames of Sarkaz vengeance will burn.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Logos : ...
I...
Refuse.
Nachzehrer, Vampire, we all hear the same cry.
The fate of the Sarkaz is caught in a cycle, and I am no exception.
I am part of what I'm fighting.
The fury of the Sarkaz burns within my veins and my viscera.

[Logos blows on his whistle. ]

「Words turn into fire, descending from the sky to ignite every seed on the earth.
Incantations burn at Logos's fingertips, on his lips, in his chest.
Originium crystals grow furiously around him, and the crying of the dead becomes even louder, ready to accept him and devour him at any time.
He no longer rejects the power in his blood. The Vampire has guided the flames of the Sarkaz to him, and he has embraced the fire. 」

Logos : "The abyss lies before us. We can fill it with flesh, and burn the remnants with blood."
If the only way to bring new life is to burn away all the decay, then I will be both flame and fuel.
This is where my blood belongs, that I have chosen.

<Background flashes>

「Flames consume the entire canyon.
The only things left are the incantations that the young Banshee has written his entire life, from a very young age.
They surround Logos loyally, his sword and shield. 」

Logos : If war is the only way to achieve the dream, and new life can only emerge from death...
I shall bring death.
I shall welcome death.
I shall ignite my past with blood, not for vengeance—
But for the day when this fire will burn away what shackles the Sarkaz, through the decay that covers the land.

<Background flashes yellow>

「A bone whistle sounds.
Logos knows that it is merely the echo of the bone whistle in the Valley of the Banshees, the night he set out for Babel.
From death comes new life.
The death knell rings.
For the Royal Court that would rot, past and future, and for himself. 」

After operation

Summary

Logos recreates Theresis's swordsmanship with witchcraft, cutting off the Nachzehrer King's arm. He falls off the cliff in the process, but is saved by a combat platform imbued with the Banshee's will.

<Background 4>

[The low sound of a whistle resounds throughout the cave. ]

Amiya : A death knell.
Logos's bone whistle.

Doctor : A bone whistle... / ...For whom?

Amiya : ...

Doctor : Amiya...

Amiya : I'm fine, Doctor.
I'm just reminded of... a lot of things.
Logos rarely conducted himself as Lord of the Banshees when we were at Rhodes Island.
He said he was no different from Scout or Misery, just another Sarkaz operator who believed in the ideals of Rhodes Island.
The day we set out, when Logos put on his Royal Court garment...
I sensed great determination in his eyes...
And great sorrow.

<Background 2>

<Background flashes repeatedly>

Logos : ...

[Logos falls to his knees. ]

「The bone whistle has cracked. The bone pen has broken. Blood flows the corner of his lips. 」

Nezzsalem : You can no longer use witchcraft.
You push yourself to the limit, burning all the blood in your body to blow your bone whistle... just to stop me for a moment.
Aefanyl...
You are a fine warrior.

「The Nachzehrer King spreads his arms wide.
The tattered banners draped over him rise up, as though echoing the countless wars the Sarkaz have fought.
Rotten flesh and blood fall from his wounds new and old, nourishing the battlefield. New branches sprout from the soil, repairing the warriors that have been damaged by incantations.
The fallen Sudaram rise again. 」

[The Sudaram screech loudly. ]

Nezzsalem : But you are not fighting one, or a few.
There have been no shortage of revolutionaries amongst the Sarkaz or the Royal Court. They have all failed, just as Theresa did.
War is the great boulder destined to fall on top of the Sarkaz in the abyss, again and again.
And you...
You've gained the Nachzehrers' respect, and so I shall now grant you death.

「The Nachzehrer walks atop mists of decay towards the young Banshee. 」

<Background fades out and in>

[Nezzsalem stands right in front of Logos, preparing to execute him... ]

Logos : "Sever."

<Background flashes>

「The Banshee utters the final incantation, so soft it is almost inaudible. The cutting words become a tangible blade, which he grabs with his hand— 」

<Background flashes>

「And cuts off the Nachzehrer King's right arm. 」

[Nezzsalem wails, rising up to the sky. ]

<Background fades out>

Nezzsalem : Theresis's swordcraft—

「The full blast of the Nachzehrer King's power hits Logos in the chest.
He falls from the cliff. 」

[Logos seems to splash into water. ]

「The ground made of Originium begins to collapse.
Logos pictures how the familiar ship treads mountains and rivers, its tracks giving off the same rumbling.
He remembers the first time he came to Rhodes Island and stood shoulder-to-shoulder on the deck with Theresa. She looked out over Kazdel, while he listened to the wailing in the wind.
He remembers Mechanist hunched over, fiddling with parts, chiding Closure for wasting materials. Outcast and Blaze betting on how long it would last, and a robotic arm reaching over to grab his hat.
He remembers Ace's bloodied palm by his shield and cup. Scout's palm was a little cooler, about the temperature of his crossbow, and he could tell them apart by shaking their hands and high-fiving.
He remembers the Doctor and Amiya saying goodnight in the corridors, when Amiya suddenly stopped him to ask if he was ready to go to Londinium.
He remembers Dr. Kal'tsit taking Amiya's hand and bringing her between them—
"Theresa is gone. Amiya is the new leader of Rhodes Island."
Logos keeps falling—
Falling until he is completely submerged in cold water.
He remembers himself many years ago. 」

Laqeramaline : You have made your decision.

Aefanyl : Yes.
I will stay at Rhodes Island and journey the land with the ship.

Laqeramaline : Theresa is gone.
The dream of Babel...

Aefanyl : ...Lives.
Her Highness has named her heir. She is young, but carries a familiar fire in her eyes that belongs only to dreamers.
And it's not just for her that I choose to stay.
The journey of Her Highness's search hasn't ended, and it should not end like this. I will continue the journey, as long as the answer to the future of the Sarkaz lies elsewhere.
I may not come back to the Valley for a long time.

Laqeramaline : Do you feel sorry because you cannot stay with us?

Aefanyl : I will not act as a sovereign of the Royal Court outside the Valley.
Many will see my will as the will of the Royal Court. They may see the Banshees as their enemies... I'm afraid I won't be able to help you fend off any storms coming from outside the Valley.

Laqeramaline : If any old friends want to pay a visit, I'll be sure to give them a warm welcome.

Aefanyl : I will not question the former master of the Valley of the Banshees...

Laqeramaline : My sister and I worry for you in the same way.

Aefanyl : ...

Laqeramaline : Take our thoughts with you.

<Background fades to white>

[Logos continues to sink. ]

「The song of the Banshees surrounds their young lord.
The water becomes warm, like a pair of warm hands that pull the fallen back.
Logos opens his eyes.
He seems to see his mother, and everyone else he holds dear.
"Aefanyl, the most beautiful wave of the Valley, its loveliest song... we must stay and watch you go away..."
"But our blessing will be with you, wherever you go." 」

Logos : ...

<Background 5>

??? : Hang in there, Aefanyl.
We're with you. We've always been with you.

[The strange machine channels power into Logos. ]

「The power of incantation fills Logos, to the very ends of his limbs.
He opens his lips again.
A song filled with power echoes on the river reflecting the most beautiful wave.
All the pursuers are compelled to stop. 」

<Background 2>

Nezzsalem : ...
I never thought I would hear the chorus of the Banshees here in this distant land.
Ever is death accompanied by new life...
Are you still trying to sway me with song, young one, here at the end of all things?

Sudaram : My Patriarch, this is no more than a Banshee's incantation.
They have not truly joined the battle. Our foe remains only the young Banshee.

Nezzsalem : ...
Yes...

Sudaram : Your injuries are grave...

Nezzsalem : The curse of Aefanyl dictates that decay return to decay. I will not be able to regenerate for some time. But this body will last long enough to see this battle through.
For now... let me hear his song, and that of the Banshees.

「Nezzsalem walks to the edge of the cliff, without the help of any Arts.
For an instant, he looks like an ordinary old man. 」

Nezzsalem : Do you remember Buldrokkas'tee?

Sudaram : Yes.
You raised him as you would raise your own son.

Nezzsalem : Such a talented boy. He would have become the hero of Kazdel.
He was my best student.
But he left Kazdel, and died to a conspiracy in a distant land.
But he died a warrior. He lived the meaning of life through war, and returned to the myriad souls upon his death.
After that... after that...
Where is the next hero of Kazdel?

「Nezzsalem looks down the cliff.
Wind passes through the holes in his body that have not healed, creating sounds without meaning. 」

<Background 4>

Amiya : The dirge of the myriad souls has grown softer.
Logos's bone whistle has temporarily suppressed the link between the Blood of Teekaz and Originium.
This is our chance.
Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit... this time, I won't let it slip from my hands.

<Background 6>

[Salus steps in front of the Confessarius altar. ]

Salus : ...They've caught up.
Are you here too, dear Qui'saršinnag?
You and our Leader... our dear father. Who will be the one to approach the throne?

「Salus reaches for the drop of blood at the top of the altar. 」

<Background flashes>

「Originium burns, and the myriad souls roar.
The powerful witchcraft quickly turns her fingers into charred black crystals. 」

Salus : I want to see it so badly...
The origin is so near.

<Background 7>

Confessarius Guard : You—

[Shining's sword hits the guard's blade. ]

Shining : You've hid well.
It took a long time to find you. Too long.

Confessarius Guard : Traitor!
How many have you killed on your way here?

Shining : ...Not more than I killed when I escaped.

Confessarius Guard : The underground labs were full of the dead back then... our dead.
You ruined our Leader's plans at the Royal Academy of Sciences. The Victorians almost found out about it because of you!

Shining : I wish he had never succeeded.

Confessarius Guard : Ha... that's not what you used to say.
How dare you act high and mighty, when you were the one who gave us our orders!
That cave outside Londinium, all the research bases... was there any part of it that you weren't in charge of?
The Leader was in Kazdel most of the time. You were the one who directed the research. You looked exactly like the Leader with your mask on!

Shining : I had no choice back then.

Confessarius Guard : No choice? What about the things you said when you took us to Londinium and had us don this mask?
We were mere mercenaries, but we believed in the Confessarii's teachings, believed in the "First and Final Path" that you preached!
Our original sin, the sin that outsiders imposed upon us, will be washed away at its coming.
Was that all a lie?

Shining : ...
I wish that was a lie.

Confessarius Guard : it wasn't a lie... it was real. All the Leader's promises to us were sincere. The same for you, Qui'saršinnag, even if you have strayed from the path...
The Leader and the Regent are so close to victory.
The freedom and power that have been lost for thousands of years are about to return to the hands of the Sarkaz.

Shining : ...

Confessarius Guard : Kill me if you want.
Go and see the Leader. Your father.
He is waiting for you at the end of the path. They're all waiting for you.
You will witness it for us, for every life that your sword took.

[Shining cuts down the guard. ]

Shining : ...

[Shining bends down. ]

「Shining removes the guard's mask.
She remembers the face. He was one of the first mercenaries that the Confessarii brought to Londinium.
They knew nothing at first. They were only tasked to excavate the ruins outside the city.
The young man had expressed his gratitude to her directly, thanked the Confessarii for giving them a safe, well-paid job.
It was not long before she stopped hearing those words.
The Leader of the Confessarii came to Londinium.
There were no more idle mercenaries drinking and playing games. Everyone put on the same mask, and did not speak except when necessary.
They had no special bloodline. Qui'sartuštaj should not have been able to control their will so easily.
But the part of them that belonged to themselves died before the great dreams of the Confessarii.
It was she who killed them first. 」

[Shining closes her eyes. When she reopens them, they are filled with burning anger. ]

Shining : This sin...
...has gone on long enough.

[Shining climbs up the stairs to the altar, shattering the Confessarius mask in her hand. ]

「The mask cracks. The pieces stab at Shining's palm.
She continues her journey to the top. 」

Operation story: 14-12

Before operation

Summary

Shining honors her own promise before the Confessarii, and prepares to bring Nightingale back. The Followers' final member, Margaret, finally makes it to her friends.

"Mother" : Qui'saršinnag...
Qui'saršinnag.
Mama's here. It's alright, I just need to talk to your father for a bit.
Didn't you want to look around outside?
Just like the blue fowlbeast in your favorite story... the fowlbeast that can fly high up into the soft, lofty clouds.
You can do it. You should live a free life.
I'm sorry, my dear child...
...Mama will get you away from all of this.

<Background 1>

"Father" : Qui'saršinnag.
Enough hiding. I know you're there.
You followed her in secret when she came to find me. You witnessed... everything. That's good.
You need not be afraid of the blood. You'll see much more in the future.
Will I die?
Of course, my dear. Look, this sword has pierced through my heart. It won't take long before the blood in this body dries up.
Your mother... wants to leave me because of some pointless delusions, and have you leave me as well...
But how is that possible? We have long been bound together by the myriad souls, we cannot be separated.
Go, child. Touch your mother... can you feel it? Her pulse.
This is the power of life, our cycle of life. Through rebirths like this, again and again, will our lives be perfected.
I will always be with you.
We... shall never part.

<Background 2>

"Daughter" : ...

Confessarius : My dear Qui'saršinnag, you don't seem happy at all.
Didn't the experiment go smoothly? The receptacle has been responding perfectly from the last few tests.

"Daughter" : When the ceremony is complete, what will happen to her?

Confessarius : Her? You mean the... receptacle?
When it was born, its soul was no longer with us.
After all, the Leader has been researching for so long just to craft a cage from a pure consciousness, to trick the King of Sarkaz.
When that happens, the King's power will be transferred to you, and the receptacle will be useless.
You can decorate it like a doll if you like, and bring her wherever you go. I do like to collect souvenirs too.

"Daughter" : It is none of your concern.

Confessarius : Hah, you're always so impolite with me. Want it out of your sight? Just dispose of it. Or... you could give it to me?

"Daughter" : Leave. Do not step into my laboratory without my permission ever again.

Confessarius : Why are you so... offended? The Leader and you have such different temperaments... well, it's fine. You'll soon become as gentle as he is.
Who knows, I might even miss your current personality...
Goodbye, Qui'saršinnag.

[The Confessarius leaves. ]

"Daughter" : ...

"Receptacle" : ...

She looks through her mask at the girl on the stone bed, who returns her gaze.
There is still work to do, and her father will not allow any delays.
This altar, this laboratory... and the bloodline she was born into together form a cage around her. In the face of the Confessarii's calling for the past several millennia, her sorrow and suffering are insignificant.
She does not control her own limbs, they are extensions of her father's will.
She cannot stop or leave this altar fiddling with life and death, nor can she drop the soul-engraving white sword in her hand.
Suddenly, a drop of water falls onto her busy hand.
Who is the one shedding tears here...? Her, or the figure on the bed, who should be completely unconscious?
"Qui'saršinnag."
Distracted, she lifts her head, and sees a blue fowlbeast fly out of the cave and into the dusk outside.

<Background fades out>

「Cracks appear on the cage.
A consciousness that should not exist, yearning for freedom it could not possibly have.
From this, hope is born.
A Confessarius and a pure white receptacle.
Qui'saršinnag and Liz.
Shining... and Nightingale. 」

<Background 3>

[Storm clouds crackle above. ]

Qui'sartuštaj : I'm hearing a din of discontent.

Confessarius Guard : Do not worry, Leader! Only a few enemies have broken into this place.
They want to destroy the altar and stop the ceremony.

Qui'sartuštaj : Annoying pests. Send someone to clean them up.
Surely I need not sully my hands with such trifles?

Confessarius Guard : Of course not—
We shall eradicate all obstacles in your stead.

Qui'sartuštaj : Hm...

「The Confessarius Leader looks at the girl dressed in white. She's so deep in sleep on the stone bed that she almost looks like she is not breathing. 」

Nightingale : ...

Confessarius Guard : The "Receptacle"s' Originium Arts are stable, the ceremony will soon be complete.
We're only a step away before Amnannam will open a path for you to the myriad souls.
You will surpass the King of Sarkaz, supersede the myriad souls, and become the father of all Sarkaz.

Qui'sartuštaj : With our journey spanning thousands of years... this is how things should be.
Before that, I will have to reunite with my kin to witness it together.

[Shining arrives at the altar. ]

Qui'sartuštaj : Right on time, sister.
I have been waiting for you.

<Background 4>

[Several Confessarius guards run past. ]

Amiya : More Confessarius guards incoming...
Maryla, let's part ways here. I can't guarantee I'll be able to keep you and your companions safe in our next fight.
The roads should be safer once you leave this place. If you're willing to do so, you can continue heading east all the way out of Victoria.

"Shopkeep" : Your Highness... I'll never forget your kindness, no matter where I end up!

"Driver" : But what are you guys planning to do?

"Miner" : This blade of mine is still usable, if you need it.

Amiya : Don't worry, we have our own mission, and we're set on it.
Please... take care of yourselves, and then... um, I hope you can live the life you want to live.

"Driver" : Your Highness...

「Maryla takes a step forward and kneels on one knee before Amiya. The other two follow suit, all three faces bearing a rare solemn look. 」

"Driver" : You've gained the undying loyalty of a... no, three Sarkaz.

Amiya : Huh? Please... you don't have to do this...

「The mercenaries hesitate for a bit before turning to leave, fading from your view. 」

Doctor : Good luck to them. / I hope Logos is doing well...

Kal'tsit : We have little time left, and the Confessarius altar is close.

Amiya : Logos helped us dispel the Confessarius illusions, and I can feel an unsettling energy disturbance here...

Doctor : So are we going in loud? / Any secret passage to the altar or something similar?

Kal'tsit : Time isn't going to let us slowly figure a surefire solution.
We can't overlook the risks, but it's also important to take rational risks in our war strategies.
Fortunately, the Sarkaz have done as much, and sent all their troops to the front lines. So we need only deal with the Confessarius's men.

Doctor : Theresis must trust Qui'sartuštaj a lot. / Why are the Confessarii in charge of the Amnannam advent ceremony?

Kal'tsit : The Confessarii play many roles in Kazdel. They are the King's advisers, bodyguards, shamans, and scholars.
They travel between the Royal Courts, and have always been dedicated to exploring Sarkaz history, and researching the power of their blood.
Theresis already planned to use the Shard to control Amnannam before invading Londinium, and the Confessarii definitely helped him out.
Qui'sartuštaj's plan to usurp the King is also closely tied to Amnannam.

Doctor : What does Amnannam have to do with the King?

Kal'tsit : Qui'sartuštaj wants more than just the crown.
He too, once possessed the King's power thousands of years ago.
He did not manage to get the full picture, but he definitely sensed the King's power to influence others.
"Control". The more you experience absolute power, the harder it is to resist temptation.
Be it Theresa or Amiya, Qui'sartuštaj has been watching every single King and their successors in secret for a long, long time.
His obsession with power compels him to extend his life by maniacal means without hesitation, just to seize control of that power once more.
There is only one thing that can let him achieve his goal.

Doctor : ..."Originium".

Kal'tsit : Yes.
Through Originium, Qui'sartuštaj will be able to control the Sarkaz more than the King ever could.

Doctor : Shining and Nightingale... are also victims of his.

Kal'tsit : They never stopped resisting their fate... especially at such a critical moment as now.

Doctor : We have to stop Amnannam and its uncontrollable effects— / We have to stop the Confessarii from harming Rhodes Island's Operators—
It's time to move.

<Background 5>

[Several Confessarius guards block the way. ]

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, hold off our enemies.
Amiya, destroy the altar.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, I'm sensing something's up...
I can't quite control... the King's power...
That altar's influencing—

[Salus steps into the chamber. ]

Salus : I've told you before. We've been researching the Crown for thousands of years. But you? How long has it been since you learned how to use it?
I welcome you all to bear witness to this grand ceremony.

<Background 3>

Shining : ...Qui'sartuštaj.

Qui'sartuštaj : Everyone here is waiting for you.

「The Confessarius Leader smiles as usual, spreading his arms wide open as if welcoming his own child back after a long time away from home.
Dozens of Confessarii stand on both sides of the mountain path in silence.
Their eyes behind their masks hold fervent deference, completely ignoring the blood drenched Shining as she walks up the steps with her sword in hand. 」

Shining : I'm here to kill you.

Qui'sartuštaj : I know.
How could I... not know that?
Many years ago, mother showed up before father, before me, just like you have now.
She always knew her own duty, and never thought to disobey me.
But as you slowly grew, she developed a hatred to our family, the love I gave her... and the Confessarius's calling.
I don't blame her at all, nor do I blame you. You are the same. Merely made a tiny, forgivable mistake.
I will always accept you returning to my side.

Shining : You are a monster. Who are you to speak of love?

Qui'sartuštaj : Love and hate, life and death. They are fundamentally part of the same whole.
Generations of Confessarii have passed their souls down through the same rites. This is my way of loving my family.
Souls in death are purified in rebirth. Through death after death... we close in on the original, the purest and perfect being.

Shining : There is not a shred of that worthy to be... perfect.
Qui'sartuštaj. Your true self died thousands of years ago.
The white horned King of Sarkaz who defeated countless enemies, the legendary hero who built an everlasting Kazdel under the day and night—is long dead.
What stands before me now is but a despicable man who lives in the shadows, a coward who sacrifices the lives of innumerable innocents to prolong his own.
Who is it that tarnishes the soul of that original hero?
It's you, King of Usurping Kings—You got so twisted seeking longevity. You are no longer worthy of that crown.

Qui'sartuštaj : ...Perhaps.
Qui'saršinnag... Sister.
I, who was born with all my memories intact... know better than you, the history Qui'sartuštaj bears with his life.

「The Confessarius Leader takes a step down.
He calmly looks at Shining, and holds her hand trembling in rage. 」

Qui'sartuštaj : I know all too well the blood that is on my hands, as I remember all the love I have received.
It was you who picked me up from the blood into your trembling arms when mother died.
We are a true family, sharing the closest of blood, and sharing the closest of relationships.
The nature of my soul may change, but the facts remain the same.

Shining : How could you... talk about that like so...
Who was it...that killed my brother?
Who was it, that turned him from a child who should have received his mother's love... into a non-existence from the very beginning?

Qui'sartuštaj : It was me.
For millennia, Qui'sartuštaj has... died time and time again from betrayal, from his closest kin.
You may see this as a punishment if you wish it so.
However... what does that matter?
You call me unworthy of that crown, but who else but me could possibly lead the Sarkaz on a path to our survival?!
Qui'lon brought our people on a wandering path of no return, and Yliš's retreat into hiding would only make us weak.
Even that pair of siblings, all they did was push Sarkaz into futile conflict, and let the crown slip into outblood hands!
The Sarkaz... need a true King, an eternal King.
I will reach our starting point, and together with the sins of Qui'sartuštaj and his blood, purge all of the Sarkaz's sins!

[Thunder booms loudly in the sky. ]

Shining : ...

Sin.
The word intensifies the ire in Shining.
Her father and brother were both possessed by this undying monster—while she and her mother lived under the madness of his shadow.
To let him live, to kill him—both are afflicted with the curse.
She has no path to go.
She has nowhere to retreat.
But there is no way she can stay here as is.

[She slashes Qui'sartuštaj. ]

Qui'sartuštaj : ...Ugh!
You... made your move.
Very good... Qui'saršinnag...

Shining : ...I'll kill you.
And then...

Qui'sartuštaj : Kill yourself?
Is this what you call severing the bloodline's curse?
The same stupidity I see.

「Qui'sartuštaj grips Shining's sword with hand.
Blood trickles down the pure white blade and stains her hand.
A shudder rises from the depths of her soul. 」

<Background flashes>

Shining : —Ugh!

「An overwhelming force flings Shining onto a crystal tree.
The sharp black branches pierce through her abdomen.
Fresh blood gushes down, and converges with Qui'sartuštaj's blood.
The ancient tree long crystallized into Originium bursts a sudden pure white glow.
In just a moment, countless little moons rise to the top of the tree.
Every Confessarius begins to sing— 」

The myriad souls lie prostrate.
Howling knocks on the door from beneath, tangible usurps the intangible.
The Black Crown imprisoned, the offender perpetually innocent.
Because kings are born before immortality.

[Despite her wound, Shining is able to get back up. ]

Qui'sartuštaj : Look, even injuries as grievous as this will not infect you—this is the power of the blood you resist.
Qui'saršinnag... I have been patient enough with you.
But you stay stubborn, unwilling to accept all that belongs to you—your duty, power, glory.
It's alright, just be good and stay aside, while I... complete the ceremony myself.

「A crown woven of thorns appears in his hand.
Moonlight shines onto the crown as it illuminates the crystal tree at the end of the steps.
In that spot lies a stone bed lined with dead branches, and a curled up figure Shining knows too well atop it. 」

Shining : Liz...
...Wake up.

Qui'sartuštaj : Don't bother.
Her consciousness is not where you think it to be.

Shining : She's inside the crown.

Qui'sartuštaj : Correct.
I promised you that I would mend her soul.
You need only wear the complete crown, and you can be together forever.

Shining : Together forever... in your cage?

「Shining shuts her eyes.
She strains to imagine... the time she spent together with Liz.
They run in the woods, hand in hand.
They cross the ice-cold creek together.
With Liz worn out on her back, she walks the road home.
Liz makes a small flower wreath and places it on Shining's head.
A small blue fowlbeast follows them the whole time, chirping a cheery tune over their heads.
It hovers, searches—and lands next to the sleeping white demon.
It does not know why Liz is sleeping, and anxiously pecks at her cheek with its little beak.
Until a black arrow pierces it.
The fowlbeast vanishes, leaving only a blue feather that lands on Shining's shoulder. 」

Qui'sartuštaj : Enough.
You know very well those are not her dreams.

Shining : Even if those memories were fabricated...

Qui'sartuštaj : They are fabricated, so why not accept your own power, and reshape her memory once more?

Shining : Liz... is Liz.
She should be free. I will never shape her soul as I please ever again.

Qui'sartuštaj : Wishful thinking... Qui'saršinnag, my fragile child indulging in fantasy. You are that blue fowlbeast, thirsting for freedom, yet imprisoning yourself.
I prepared everything for you, a perfect body, an ancient power, all you needed is to accept—
But you betrayed me, you abandoned everything that belongs to you, and then? What did you gain?
You sorely disappoint me.

Shining : ...A new life.
I was reborn into a new life after leaving you.
Not as the Confessarius Qui'saršinnag, nor a puppet of my bloodline...
But as Shining...
...As a member of the Followers.

「Blue feathers prick her wounds.
The slightest of stings momentarily rouses her from her bloodline-induced paralysis. 」

<Background flashes>

Shining : Come.
Now... is the time.
Find me. Find this tree.
If it were you...
...You would certainly make it.

<Background fades out>

[A golden light glints in the dark sky. ]

「An opening pierces through the crimson clouds.
The sunlight pours down—
Everything around her becomes increasingly brighter. 」

Confessarius Guard : That's—
It doesn't matter what it is, just hold it back!
The ceremony has already begun, we can't let—Ugh! We can't stop it!

「Light.
Light and fog fills the air.
The sun descends from the sky to repel the clammy moonlight. 」

[Margaret brandishes her swordspear. ]

Margaret : —
Sorry, the storm was too intense, so I took some time to locate you—
Are you alright?
Do you need a hand... Shining?

Shining : ...I'm fine.
But we have to save... Liz.
And... stop Qui'sartuštaj.
Lend me your strength—
And dispel the darkness before my eyes.

Margaret : Of course.
Let's go together.
The road ahead of us... I'll illuminate our path.

After operation

Summary

Shining and Margaret repel the Confessarius at the cost of shattering Nightingale's soul, and his servant Qalid'čoa carries him to safety. At the same time, Salus uses her own blood to boil the Blood of Teekaz.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 6>

Shining : ...

Margaret : Here you are.

Shining : ...Nearl.
You don't return to the landship often. Stay with Liz a bit; she's missed you.

Margaret : She just fell asleep.
While you seem more exhausted than when I last saw you.
Are you worried about Liz? I asked Dr. Kal'tsit, and she said Liz's condition is still under control—
Is there... something you haven't told me?

Shining : I'm thinking... of a way to "cure" Liz for good.

Margaret : You've poured years into this, it just won't come quickly, so don't torture yourself over it.

Shining : What if... I told you a solution has always existed, only I've dared not try it?

Margaret : Shining.
What exactly are you hiding from me? What is it you can't say?

Shining : ...
Nearl, this is a duty I must see through on my own.

Margaret : Do you think Liz and I will leave you?
You know that won't happen.

Shining : My concern... has always been that you two might get hurt.
I've decided to join Liz in searching for her memories. I shall accompany her... until we find the truth. However...
Nearl—
A time will come when I need you to protect Liz in my stead.

Margaret : I know.
But I will protect and fight... for more than just Liz.
Shining, I will stand for you as well.

[Shining smiles. ]

Shining : Yes...

Margaret : We have always stood by each other. The Followers are as one.
My oath remains, unchanged—
Margaret Nearl and her swordstaff will be there for you, whenever needed.

<Background fades to white>

<Flashback ends here>

「The swordstaff sweeps wide.
A dazzling radiance repels a crowd of foes. 」

<Background 3>

Margaret : Every single Confessarius here... is a powerful foe.
So that's why you weren't willing to spar with me, Shining.
We saved quite a lot of money for Rhodes Island.

Shining : Our greatest foe... lies ahead.

Margaret : Alright.
Let's settle this quickly.

Qui'sartuštaj : What a farce!

Shining : Careful!

[A Confessarius attacks Margaret with his sword. ]

Margaret : *huff*—Hah.
I can take it.
Shining, my shield will protect you.
You need only... advance.

「A torrent of witchcraft washes toward them.
Margaret's radiance is suppressed.
Qui'sartuštaj stands on the top of the steps, day and night surging within his palm. 」

Qui'sartuštaj : So this is the help you found? Qui'saršinnag, what do you think our ceremonial altar is?
A... meadow? For a Kuranta to frolic in?

Shining : ——

[Shining slashes at Qui'sartuštaj. ]

Qui'sartuštaj : Hmph, so her Arts can momentarily block my influence on you.
And what of it? Your swordplay and Arts all come from me.
You can't even harm me... unless I let you.

[Qui'sartuštaj casts his unique Arts. Time seems to slow. ]

Shining : *cough* *cough*—Ugh!

Margaret : Everything's slowed down...?
His Arts... affect the perception of time? Or is it something else...?
Shining!

[Margaret protects Shining with her shield. ]

Shining : ...I'm alright.
Your shield...

Margaret : ...The first crack on this new shield of mine.
But no matter, I can mend it with my Arts.
A knight's shield will never weaken when protecting someone in need.

[Margaret swings her swordlance. ]

Qui'sartuštaj : What a detestable light.
Puny foal, I've killed so many pegasi like you... I've stopped counting.
I smeared their golden blood on the walls of my Kazdel—so that my city would look as if forever bathed in the radiance of dawn.
And their descendants would understand Kazdel is not a domain they can invade as they please.

Margaret : We're not in Kazdel.
And you're not some homeland hero either.
Heroes shed their own blood to clear the way for others.
But you—All I see is your path to ascension drenched with the blood, tears and bones of others.

[Qui'sartuštaj dodges Margaret's attack. ]

Qui'sartuštaj : Heroes? I decided long ago to give up being one.
The hero people sing and praise... but is as fleeting as sand. No matter how I try to master the time I have, it does not stop for me.
I will die, and the city I built will collapse. My beloved people will only be compelled to continue wandering.
This hopeless cycle... torments every single Sarkaz, including me.
As a sovereign, I have the responsibility and power, and ought to change my people's fate at the source.
As long as the Sarkaz need no longer lie prostrate before beasts like you, as long as my Kazdel stands everlasting through days and nights—

<Background flashes black>

「All the light around them rushes toward Qui'sartuštaj's palm as he speaks.
Margaret's Arts, the Arts of the other Confessarii, and even... the little sunlight straining through the dense clouds.
In his palm floats a small crown of thorns, as impenetrable as the darkest night.
Nightingale floats up from the stone bed.
Her eyes are still shut, her limbs lack strength, but her arms involuntarily open—
When the last light has been caged, the crown will fall on Qui'sartuštaj's head. 」

Nightingale : ...

Shining : Liz...!

Margaret : Shining, follow my light! Save her—

Shining : ——

<Background flashes>

「A sharp spear of light tears a path through the witchcraft barrier. 」

[Shining sprints towards the altar. ]

「Shining arrives before Qui'sartuštaj. 」

[Shining swings her sword. ]

「Night descends like a cage, and the only light comes from her blade.
The soul glimmers on the tip of her sword. 」

<Background fades out>

Shining : ...Liz.
I return the true memories I once took from you.

No fields, no woods, no streams... and no flower wreaths.
Only a girl huddled in a dark corner.
The entire room serves as her cage, and she cannot tell day from night.
Because she is merely a manufactured, empty shell.
With no consciousness, or knowledge of pain or fear. she reacts to no Arts inflicted on her at all.
Until—

Shining : In my obsession with exploring the soul... I left some... unnecessary vestiges in you when carving yours.
You're... awake.
You're starting to have emotions, and responding to them.
The experiment will continue, I have to...

Create some illusions. Fill up that newborn soul with memories fabricated by Arts.
To cover up the truest, scariest ones.

Shining : I think you should feel a little better, at least.
You will feel truly alive, as if you've experienced... a bit of warmth.

No.
Perhaps it was escapism.
As long as I lost myself in those wholly trusting eyes, I didn't have to confront the cruelty of what I'd done to her.

Shining : I'm sorry.
You should have remembered... Liz.
You must remember all that we promised each other.

「A blue fowlbeast emerges from the darkness.
Gigantic grey-white eyes stare at Shining, and a tear slowly falls. 」

<Background fades to white>

<Background 3>

Nightingale : ...
...Mm.

「The girl in the air floats down.
Shining and Margaret hear Nightingale's voice simultaneously in the frozen time. 」

Nightingale : I remember, Shining.
You took me out of the darkest of rooms and we escaped... you accompanied me everywhere in search of medical help...
And then we met Nearl, and two became three.
We went many places, and saved many people.
You often sighed with knitted brows in the middle of the night... but once I opened my eyes, you shifted to the warmest tone I know and told me about the beautiful things I missed on our journey.
Nearl tried to teach me how to dance a few times. She'd hold me and spin... until I couldn't move anymore, and the two of you would help me, taking turns carrying me...
When I'm at your side...
It's as if... I really can fly.
The two of you have made me what I am now.
I am a member of the Followers... and a healer.
I'll protect you both too.
And fight alongside as well, to sever the gravest sins, to save... those shrouded in the eternal night.
This is what the three of us...

<Background fades out>

Nightingale : ...Promised each other.

「Nightingale lands on the ground.
Her staff and body emit an intense light.
A giant cage appears, and catches Qui'sartuštaj's body within. 」

Qui'sartuštaj : Ugh—!
The soul was completely under my control, why is this cage—

「Nightingale 」

[Liz starts casting her Arts. ]

Nightingale : Qui'sartuštaj, I'm stopping you because... I don't agree with a single word you've said.

[Her Arts grow stronger... ]

Qui'sartuštaj : You...

[...Until she finally breaks free. ]

<Background fades to white>

Nightingale : Shining, Nearl...

「Shining grips her sword tight.
Margaret tosses her swordstaff, and it hits right on target, the crown of thorns revolving in Qui'sartuštaj's hand.
The trio are in complete sync with their thoughts and actions. 」

Qui'sartuštaj : —!

[Shining swings her sword at Qui'sartuštaj. ]

「Grab the flickering sliver of the soul, before day and night take control once more.
A long path of blood is the only crack before her eyes. 」

Shining : I've found it, the essence of your soul.
——

[Shining slashes through Qui'sartuštaj's body. ]

Qui'sartuštaj : ...
Qui'saršinnag... you...

Shining : What this body will become... I am unconcerned.
If blood does control my will, then Liz and Nearl will pass judgement on me, in my stead as I am now.
But I will not be your puppet.
I will not conquer or rule in your name.
Until death... I will be free.

Qui'sartuštaj : Free? You speak of freedom?
Shall we give it a go?
Qui'saršinnag, we are not easily parted.
Try again... to leave my side. Try and see... how long you can run from me.

Shining : I will run no longer.
Rather, I will—grant you an eternal death.

[Shining clashes blades against Qui'sartuštaj. ]

Margaret : Shining—Retreat!

[An explosion rocks the altar. ]

「The moonlight above the tree tumbles down the cliff, and the ground violently rumbles as if about to turn upside down.
The altar crumbles, and thick golden Originium liquid gushes out from the cracks.
A figure appears without anyone noticing. He does not move fast, but manages to appear just in time to block Qui'sartuštaj from the Followers. 」

Qalid'čoa : We should leave....
...Your Highness.

Qui'sartuštaj : Heh... So it's you.

Shining : Who's there—?!

[Shining attacks the new enemy, but he remains unfazed. ]

Qalid'čoa : Followers... is it?
In this era where valor is scarce, your radiance bedazzles.
We shall meet again.

<Background flashes>

Shining : ...

「Qalid'čoa and Qui'sartuštaj's figures blend into the remains of the altar.
The other Confessarii follow suit.
The crown of thorns shot out of Qui'sartuštaj's hand earlier suddenly spins, and turns into a pitch-black shadow that flies up toward the sky. 」

Shining : ...The Shard.

Margaret : In the eye of the storm... is that the "Amnannam" mentioned over the comms?

Shining : Dr. Kal'tsit, the Doctor, and the others... will they make it?

Margaret : Shining, you... uh, anything feel off?

Shining : I'm alright.

Margaret : This blood curse is indeed complicated.
Wait, Liz... Liz?!

Nightingale : ...

Shining : Liz...
...No.
Your soul... why is it incomplete?!
Did you fracture your soul... when you resisted Qui'sartuštaj?!

Nightingale : Shining... Nearl...

Margaret : I'm here.
I've always been here, Liz.

Nightingale : Yes...
I'm alright...
You two have protected me for so long... so it's my turn...
I want... the three of us... to be always...

Together.

[Liz collapses onto the ground. ]

Margaret : Liz!
Come, Shining! We'll treat her together!

Shining : ...

Margaret : Shining?

Shining : It's futile.
Our Arts can't heal such a grievous wound on her soul in this environment.
Liz is unique, both her body and soul. Her birth was coincidental... no, I would rather call it a miracle.

Margaret : Then we...

Shining : Will first leave this place, and then plan our next move.

Margaret : What about Qui'sartuštaj? Do we just let him go?

Shining : His fate means nothing compared to Liz's safety—he means nothing now.
Let us return.

Margaret : Yes, together.

<Background 5>

Salus : ...Leader.

<Background flashes>

Mon3tr : (Furious roaring)

Kal'tsit : Qui'sartuštaj failed to cage the Black Crown.

Amiya : The altar's power has weakened... I can work through its influence now—

Kal'tsit : The altar's upper layer is breaking apart. Amiya, focus your attacks on the Blood of Teekaz.

Amiya : Right.

[Amiya fires her black Arts at the altar. ]

Salus : ...
Hmm... Yes.

Amiya : You...

Salus : The King of Sarkaz has already sentenced me to death.
But this is nothing new to me.

Amiya : You're clearly... in pain.
You revere Qui'sartuštaj, but he left you behind like nothing. He treats you just like how you treat those Chimeras... exactly the same.

Salus : Don't waste your breath, King of Sarkaz.
My feelings are nothing special.
The Confessarii are of the Leader's blood. Though some are born more perfect than others... like Qui'saršinnag. Still others like myself were never in the running to be chosen at all.
But I've never envied her.
We only stand in the spot befitting us best.
We were supposed to be inseparable. We are all limbs... of the same one body.
There is no other group able to perform unprecedented miracles like we Confessarii can.

Doctor : You sure are dedicated. / ...How stubborn.

Salus : I am curious.
Is there nothing you're strongly attached to?
Doctor... Would you not make the same choice as I have, for your life's work, for those dear to you, and the ones who have fought by your side this whole time?
Whether it be under some control or influence... it does not matter.
To reach our origin, and create a completely new future.
That's all I want.

Amiya : I can't... let you get close to the Blood of Teekaz.

Salus : Hah... Oh.

<Background flashes>

「A black line pierces through Salus's body once again and strikes the altar's core at the same time.
The Blood of Teekaz stills. 」

Salus : I'm so close... ngh.

Kal'tsit : Amiya, stop her!
She's going to ignite—

Mon3tr : —!

[Mon3tr tears into Salus. ]

Salus : It's fine, it's fine...
My body... is just like a monster's...

「She stretches out her broken hand towards that drop of blood.
A curse known only to the Confessarii, inflicted upon the soul, upon all blood and flesh— 」

Salus : It will probably be a complete death this time.
Before the Leader, before Qui'saršinnag, and before all my family...
I'll take the first step... into the future I yearn for.

「Salus smiles and throws herself onto the still heart.
The Blood of Teekaz boils.
A giant crimson vortex appears from the altar's core— 」

Amiya : ...

「In that moment, Amiya feels as if she's being watched.
By Qui'sartuštaj, by the crowned without names, by the howling myriad souls... and the one she is most familiar with. 」

Amiya : Theresa...?

Kal'tsit : Amnannam.
Salus used her own blood to complete the Confessarius ceremony.
Quick, get away from the altar!

14-13: Descent from the Origin

Summary

Back in Londinium, the workers begin working with Reunion. Amnannam descends upon the pinnacle of the Shard. Lifebone takes flight, picking up Amiya and the others.

<Background 1>

[The worker loads a handgun. ]

Londinium Worker A : This is how you do it, right? Aim at the enemy, then—

[He fires a bullet. ]

Londinium Worker A : Whoa!
Bloody hell.

[Catherine approaches the worker. ]

Catherine : Relax, Tommy. It's not much different from the machines you worked day after day, in that both can make a mess out of you in an instant. Just remember to keep the safety engaged when you're not using it.

Londinium Worker A : Ha, haha.
Where did that white-haired Feline get all this stuff with things the way they are now?

Catherine : Look at the...
*cough* *cough*!

Londinium Worker A : Catherine?

Catherine : I'm fine. Chronic stuff.
Look at the dust on these weapons. They're brand-new, but they've been in storage for a while.
This isn't standard-issue military stuff, more like custom weapons for special operations, and they weren't made by Londinium factories
Looks like Millscar is more than just your average gangster.

Londinium Worker A : Do you mean she's an informant for somebody big? So, she's willing to trade weapons with us because—

Catherine : Don't expect to play an important role in their games. These stuff were probably meant for something else, and she came to us only after that fell through.
Or maybe Millscar raided some duke's secret arsenal in Londinium and selflessly decided to share it with people in need. Who knows?
What she's after doesn't matter to us. We're just taking things one step at a time.

Londinium Worker A : We've sent a few scouts out since the sky turned red. For some reason, all the Sarkaz soldiers seemed to have pulled out of Highbury.

Catherine : That doesn't mean we're safe. Quite the contrary, it means the Sarkaz don't care about managing the city anymore. Factories, production lines... none of these matter to them anymore.

Londinium Worker B : I had a look at Magna Borough yesterday. It's been turned into a huge Arts Circle...
Hundreds if not thousands are trapped in their strange witchcraft, fueling the Sarkaz altars.
At this rate, it won't be long before it's our turn.

Catherine : ...

Londinium Worker A : What are you planning? Should we get that thing we've been building out there, and—

Catherine : Don't be silly. Just because you got some decent gear doesn't mean you suddenly became a commando.
We have a few decent weapons. They'll allow us to defend ourselves if the Sarkaz come for us, no more than that.
We must—

??? : "Wait for an opportunity."
When do you think that opportunity is going to come, though?

Londinium Worker A : Wh-Who are you? How did you find this place?

Catherine : ...I've seen your clothes.
You went to all that effort to sneak into Londinium at a time like this, even investigating our background... what do you need with a few old workers, now?
Reunion?

[A red-haired Phidia walks towards them. ]

??? : The 13th ventilation tunnel is running. There are marks on the 54th ropeway.
I suggest you double-check. If we can find it, so can the Sarkaz.

Nine : Oh, my name's Nine, by the way. And yes, I'm with Reunion.

Catherine : Thanks for the heads up.
Did you come all this way beneath Londinium just to tell us this?

Nine : We want to know how long you plan to wait.
We have folks who used to work in Sudean Borough. They say the workers of Londinium were always proud that they built this great city.
But has it ever truly belonged to you, past or present?
Madam Catherine, your condition—

Catherine : I've heard the stories. I'll give you credit where it's due, but spare me that crap about the non-Infected taking everything from you. I'm not interested.
What are a few rocks here and there in today's Londinium? We have a lot more to worry about.

Nine : True.
Infected or uninfected... none of that matters in Londinium now.
So, are you planning to take back the city?
From all who stood idly by while all this happened, from the people who allowed things to get to this point.

Catherine : What did you say?

Nine : Londinium is filled with Originium dust. Many will become sick and die because of it.
The culprit will be made to pay, whoever they are, whether they have rocks growing out of them or not.
Reunion won't wait at the finish line. Not anymore.

[Several Reunion soldiers run over. ]

Londinium Worker A : You're—

Reunion Member A : Hey, Tommy! Remember me?

Londinium Worker A : Mayore! I thought you got sick and—oh, so that's how you ended up with Reunion.

Reunion Member A : Well, I'm back. Here, Oripathy prevention pills. Take one per day. There's only so much it can do, though, so you'd better pray that your luck's good.

Londinium Worker A : You guys...
To tell you the truth... your look when you left the factory... I thought you would have loved nothing more than for all of us to become Infected like you.

Reunion Member A : Maybe I really did.
But it wasn't you who lost me my job. Wasn't Catherine, either. I know you lot tried to put in a good word for me, but those were the rules.
Maybe not anymore, though.

Nine : There's a lot we can help with—using and maintaining equipment, operating in high-Originium environments, tactics, covert operations. Anything you need.
We'll help you liberate this place, if you'll let us... from the people who saw all this as nothing more than the "price of business".

Catherine : We'll take the city back, with or without you, Nine of Reunion.
But—
We look forward to working with you.

<Background Black>

[Logos seems to be sinking deep down. ]

A Distant Voice : Aefanyl...

Logos : ...Mother?

Blurred Silhouette : My child...

Logos : Have you come to see me off?

Laqeramaline : You're badly hurt, my child.

Logos : I lost.
I did all I could, but I still lost.
But I have no regrets about the path I chose, nor doubts about the ideals I believed in.
...But I'm sorry I let you down.

Laqeramaline : Why say that?
You have defeated so many powerful foes. How long has it been since the Court of the Banshees had a warrior and sovereign so strong, so steadfast?
The Court is proud of you. So am I, even if you reject the traditions of the Royal Court.

Logos : Thank you...
I ask one last thing... please, sing an elegy for me...

[A dim yellow glow penetrates the darkness. ]

Logos : Mother?

Laqeramaline : Not so fast, my lazy boy.

[The light flashes brighter. ]

Laqeramaline : It's not bedtime yet.

Logos : But I'm—

Laqeramaline : Rise and shine, Aefanyl.

<Background fades to white>

<Background 2>

Banshee-Style Device : Up yet, sleepy-head?

Logos : ...Mother?

Kindly Voice : Good, you still recognize my voice.
How about a kiss for your dear mother on the cheek? It's been so long, after all.

Logos : I... I don't think...
This strange contraption... were you always by my side?

Kindly Voice : Me? Of course not. A mother should let her son roam free, once he's all grown up.
Just a little token of love to record important moments in your life for me.
I will say, I was a little surprised it recorded not just your performance in battle, but you putting this outfit on...
Hm... I know, Her Highness Theresa liked it this way, but...
Never mind. As long as you like it.

Logos : You're bothered by what I'm wearing? When this device of yours...

Kindly Voice : Isn't it adorable?

Logos : ...
A Banshee should value her words, rather than waste them on disputing the aesthetics of a gadget.

Gentle but Stern Voice : How could you say that!
Think of all the love that your mother and sisters put into it! Is this how you repay our affection?

[The large robot bumps into Logos. ]

Logos : ...
Thank you, Mother.

Kindly Voice : ...
Go. Your friends are waiting.
I'm so proud of you.

[Logos runs ahead. ]

<Background 3>

[Several Confessarius guards chase after Amiya and the others, but are quickly incapacitated by an explosion. ]

Mon3tr : (Intimidating roar)

Amiya : It's a dead end! Sheer cliff ahead!

<Background shakes violently>

Amiya : Wait, from the Shard...
What's that?

Kal'tsit : We're too late.

<Background shakes violently>

<Background fades out>

「The last vestige of Teekaz fades away.
But it had gotten an answer, a recognition, a response. 」

[Thunder crackles wildly. ]

「The sensation was subtle at first.
But the clouds no longer converged upon the pinnacle of the Shard, replaced by something else.
The branches and vines began to bear red fruit. 」

「It is a bizarre scene, but somehow it inspires comfort rather than fear, as though this is how it should be, how it always has been.
The world seems to have always been like this; all that has happened is that someone had removed the back cover of a clock by accident, revealing the springs and gears underneath.
Originium is an integral part of Terra's ecology. Originium in the atmosphere bring about Catastrophe, and Originium in the body cause sickness. Even insects know to cover themselves in hard shells of Originium.
The coexistence of Originium and Terra is an immutable law, just like how two parallel lines can never intersect.
But where did Originium come from? 」

<Background 3>

Doctor : Has Amnannam descended after all?

Kal'tsit : The Confessarii's control over Amnannam exceeds our expectations. We're one step too late.

Doctor : Will it become a weapon for the Sarkaz? / Can the Sighs of Kings still fight it?

Kal'tsit : No... Amnannam brings more than Catastrophe, and it's far more than a weapon.
It's not just the origin of the Sarkaz... in fact, one could say it's the origin of everything in Terra.
This may be the greatest crisis we've ever seen... maybe the greatest crisis Terra has ever seen.

<Background shakes>

[Thunder booms loudly. ]

Doctor : Can we stop it? / We need to find a way out of here first!

Amiya : The Lifebone. W is there. We can seek the Feranmut's help!
Let me try to get in touch with W—

[Amiya tries using her transceiver. ]

Amiya : No, I'm not getting through—

[The signal crackles, but it manages to connect. ]

W's Voice : Hello? Hello? ...Finally!
...Bunny... where...
Almost... Manfred... Hoederer has...
The agreed time...
—

Amiya : W! They're alive!
But the interference is too strong...

Doctor : Try to take off, W!

W's Voice : ...Where? How did—

Doctor : Find where the biggest commotion is! That's where we are!

[The signal crackles, then cuts off. ]

Amiya : Lost contact.
What did you mean by "commotion", Doctor?

Doctor : Originium is everywhere here. / And what catches W's attention like nothing else?

Kal'tsit : Unreasonably risky.
But... worth a try.

「Twelve hours ago...
Fifty-eight hours into the operation... 」

<Background 4>

[A soldier arrives to report. ]

Royal Court Soldier : Sir, we've taken control of the Lifebone's central area.

Manfred : Examine the skeleton and eliminate any resistance. Tell Nadine to clean up the remaining mercenaries outside. Leave no survivors.
Set up defenses around the skeleton and rig it with explosives.

Royal Court Soldier : Do you mean to...?

[Manfred nods sternly. ]

Royal Court Soldier : ...Yes, Sir!

[The soldier promptly leaves. ]

Manfred : ...

[Manfred walks away. ]

「The blood reaches Manfred's feet. He takes one glance at the body on the ground, then turns and leaves the room. 」

<Background 5>

Royal Court Soldier A : What to do with enemy mercenaries that we captured in the Lifebone, sir?

Manfred : Is this all of them?

Royal Court Soldier A : Yes, sir. Many of them previously served the Military Commission.

Manfred : Kill them all.

Royal Court Soldier A : Yes, sir!

Manfred : ...
Show yourself.

[Paprika nervously steps out. ]

Paprika : G-General Manfred...

Manfred : ...Paprika.
Was I supposed to see you here?

Paprika : I... I was captured by the mercenaries here while transporting a shipment.
I had to protect my squad...

Manfred : That doesn't explain why you didn't respond when the Military Commission attacked this skeleton.
And what were you doing hiding here?

Paprika : I... I was just afraid.

Manfred : Hmph. Afraid.
Your previous mission is over, Paprika.
Your new mission is to execute these traitors to the Military Commission.

Paprika : But... but they're prisoners, defenseless—

Manfred : As warriors, they're traitors to their cause. As mercenaries, they've unilaterally broken their contract. One way or the other, they must pay the price.

Paprika : B-But they're in no position to resist anymore. They're no threat to you.
What meaning is there to all this killing? Didn't you say yourself that you wanted as many Sarkaz to go home as possible—

Manfred : I gave you a chance, Paprika. I've been very patient.
You're not the first one to disappoint me today.

[Manfred draws his sword, but before he can do anything, another soldier rushes over. ]

Royal Court Soldier B : General!
The engineers have examined the Lifebone. The structure is largely intact, and the mercenaries don't have the means to make direct modifications. However...
We found a large amount of explosives that were not set by us.

Manfred : Explosives?

Royal Court Scout : Unable to reach Lieutenant General Nadine, sir!

Manfred : What?

[A sudden explosion rocks the Lifebone. W approaches Manfred. ]

W : That hard-headed Hoederer can come in useful once in a while. You really did lead an attack squad, Manfred.
Is this our first formal meeting? I guess I should introduce myself. I'm from Babel, and I'm here to take your life. You can call me W.

Manfred : A mercenary from Hoederer Squad...
You came back to die?

W : Die?
Pfft. Have you thought for a moment that why your attack has gone a little too smoothly? Where did you think all the mercenaries went?

[W's mercenaries rally behind her. ]

W : Who's surrounded now?

Manfred : You think this rabble can stand against the soldiers of the Military Commission?

W : I hope your bones are as hard as your words.
Because I'll blow your head off before your soldiers can even knock on the door.

Manfred : Hmph...

「Manfred begins to swing, but shadows entangle his feet. Then bombs explode all around him before he can break free. 」

<Background flashes>

Ines : Aim, W!

W : Stop complaining! I told you I'm good at controlling explosions!

Manfred : *cough*—
You're trying to destroy the skeleton—

W : Oh, is that not very convenient?
I'm not sentimental like Hoederer is. I have absolutely no problem making this big pile of bones your grave.
I wonder what Theresis would be sadder about: Losing this big guy, or losing his favorite foster son.

Manfred : You think I'd let you do that?

[Manfred rushes forward and swings his blade, but someone blocks his attack. ]

Ascalon : ...Not a moment too soon.

W : Ascalon?
You look...

「The bloodied assassin stops the foe's sword, not the slightest hint of wavering in her sleeve-blade. 」

Manfred : You...

Ascalon : You're not ready to kill me.

[Ascalon launches herself at Manfred and the two clash blades. ]

W : Cut off this guy's golden head, Ascalon, and I'll listen to anything you say for a whole year!

[W runs off in the other direction. ]

<Background flashes>

Manfred : I've asked you this question before, Ascalon. What do you believe in?

Ascalon : ...I believe that our differences end here and now.
And this time, there will be no mistake.

「Seventy hours into the operation... 」

<Background 4>

[W stops running. ]

W : *Huff*... *huff*... won't let me have a breather.

[Explosions and gunfire rattle the skeleton. ]

W : Crane! Where are you guys? You were supposed to be guarding the top of the spine. Why do troops keep dropping down—
...
Oh, Crane's dead. Damned Manfred. I think I have a concussion.
Ascalon—

Ines : She's outside.

W : Looks like we're bringing a whole bunch of dead bodies with us. Great.

<Background shakes>

Ines : W! Am I seeing this right? Is this nerve bundle glowing?
Did the Doctor's team make it?

[Their transceivers buzz. ]

Radio Noise : W—
Try—take off—
—biggest commotion—

Ines : They're trying to reach us!

W : Ines, is Hoederer still breathing?

Hoederer : (Weak breathing)

Ines : The bleeding's stopped, at least.

W : Then wake him up and get him to put his Feranmut friend to work!

Ines : You're asking too much—

W : Fine, maybe Hoederer needs to lie down a little longer. Well, this guy has been lying down long enough.
Bonesy! Wake up! How do you like this alarm clock?

[W throws several bombs at the skeleton's bones. ]

Ines : W, you lunatic! Hoederer is wounded!

[W dismisses her and keeps throwing bombs. ]

「Explosions echo in the chamber, followed by a rumbling, muddled voice. 」

Muddled Voice : Mm?
Oh, it's you. The Sarkaz historian. What happened to your face? Did your great adventure not go well?

W : Oh, shut up! Get us out of here if you don't want your last bones blown to smithereens! And shake those Royal Court fleas off you if you can.

Muddled Voice : Oh, I forgot. My body's still here.
The flea part is a little too much to ask. You all look the same size to me.
Mm. I suppose we should go.

「The voice sighs, stirring up a turbulence in the fabric of time and space. 」

<Background shakes>

<Background 5>

[Meanwhile, Ascalon and Manfred continue their fight. ]

Manfred : ...This round is mine.
I have no intention of gloating. It took too much time, and... you've never been so weak before.
The previous battle had taken its toll on you, and this type of operation is not your forte.

Ascalon : *cough*...
We've both missed opportunities.

Manfred : A new Kazdel is complete. You know that, Ascalon. You know that you are fighting against our own future.

Ascalon : Future, you say.
You say I never saw clearly what our sovereign was thinking.
But I understand now.
Someone will complete the work that she left unfinished. Amiya, Kal'tsit... I will remove all obstacles that stand in their way.

Manfred : How blind and stubborn. Why do you not understand that this was Lady Theresa's wish too?

Ascalon : Enough.
We're enemies, no more, no less. We've long passed the point of no return.

<Background shakes>

Manfred : The Lifebone is activating? How could—

Ascalon : You've failed. You can't stop us anymore.

Manfred : This skeleton will be destroyed.
No one can threaten the future that His Highness will bring to Kazdel.
Even if neither of us will live to see it.

「Manfred throws down his sword and takes out the detonation switch. He places his finger on it. 」

「Hesitation.
Why?
He has seen death in the eye many times. He does not fear it. Why should he hesitate?
But the Lifebone...
How many people could it guide home? 」

Ascalon : —!

「Ascalon throws herself at Manfred in his moment of hesitation.
The two of them fall into the turbulence together. 」

<Background 3>

[The Doctor runs towards a huge shard of Originium. ]

Doctor : Right here, where the mountain's energies are most focused.

Kal'tsit : This will cause an extreme, uncontrolled Originium chain-reaction.
Get ready, Doctor.

Doctor : Here goes nothing.

Amiya : Ready—

<Background flashes>

「Black Arts penetrate the mountainous Originium. 」

<Background shakes>

Amiya : The collapse has begun.

Kal'tsit : Run!

「You grab Mon3tr's claw, an action that has become second-nature. Mon3tr screeches joyfully and begins to run. 」

[The giant mountain of Originium begins to explode. ]

「Behind you is the terrifying roar of destructive energy running rampant.
The violent chain-reaction causes everything around you to tremble. 」

Sudaram : ...

「The legions of Nachzehrers follow the trembling. 」

Amiya : The Sudaram are chasing us!

Kal'tsit : Don't fight them! Don't let them bog you down!

「Warriors wrapped in tattered banners swarm upon you. Many of them are swallowed by the Originium chain-reaction, but even more join the ranks of your pursuers. 」

Mon3tr : (Unhappy Whining)

「Sudaram entangle Mon3tr. You hear their hollow breathing echo in your ear.
The Nachzehrer warriors are trying to drag all of you into the pit of death. 」

[A whistle blows. ]

??? : "Shadows of conflict, yield to conflict."

[A flash of Arts dissipates the Sudaram. ]

Doctor : Logos!

Logos : Trust your elite operators, Doctor.
They'll show up when you need them the most.

Doctor : I've always trusted you. / I know I can count on you.

Logos : Don't let your guard down.
I sense turmoil in the fabric of reality. The Feranmut is coming.
I will attempt to create a waypoint to help us board the skeleton.

Doctor : What should I do?

Logos : Jump down from the cliff.

Doctor : ...Alright. / I'm beginning to regret what I just said.

Logos : Time is of the essence.
Doctor, Amiya, Dr. Kal'tsit... now.
Jump.

[Logos casts his Arts. ]

<Background fades to white>

<Background 4>

Ines : Drive the Feranmut! I'll take care of the Royal Court soldiers!

W : A-Am I driving?
Ok, Bonesy, er, go to where the biggest commotion is.

「There is no response. The muddled voice says nothing. Perhaps it just cannot be bothered. 」

W : It's not gonna send it inside the barrel of some super-gun, is it?

「The intangible tide fades. 」

<Background flashes>

[A huge explosion shakes the skeleton. ]

W : It really sent us right into the middle of an explosion.
I think I'm beginning to enjoy this.

<Background flashes>

「Threads of silver-white incantation snag the drifting Feranmut, and several figures fall into the room. 」

W : Bunny? Banshee?
You made it?

[Amiya stands up. ]

Amiya : Haha...

Doctor : We made it. / It takes an explosion to catch the attention of a bomb maniac.

W : Not bad. You actually made it out of the Confessarii's evil ritual alive.

Doctor : What's the situation?

W : Bonesy is fine, as you can see.
Hoederer took a hit from Manfred's sword, but he's still breathing.
As for the others...

Doctor : I don't see Ascalon anywhere.

Ines : We found no trace of Ascalon or Manfred on the skeleton.
She got tangled with Manfred and didn't make it in time when the skeleton took off.

Doctor : ...

Logos : Ascalon's ability is beyond question.
You can trust her as you trust me.

W : Crying won't change anything. We have stuff to do.
What's the next step?

Kal'tsit : We've already drawn too much attention. We need to drift, now.

Operation story: 14-14

Before operation

Summary

Under Theresa's control, the airship seems to be on a collision course with Amnannam. W and Doctor's team board the airship in a bid to stop Theresa and Amnannam's plan.

<Background 1>

The Sarkaz with short white hair is again alone in the Shard.
This is not quite the front, but the sounds of war pass through valley and walls, through crystalline storms and blood-drenched fields, and into his ears.
Originium guns bring a rain of death, the military casters recite incantations, the tanks run over tides of crystals, swords clash and break against each other until they sink into mud.
He has heard this din for centuries. It has never changed.
But this time, he has brought it to the one-time oppressors.

[The comms buzz. ]

Voice on the Terminal : The Emperor of Ursus refused to meet our envoy. They continue to see Kazdel as an independent, hostile regime.
No response yet from the envoy to Sargon. The Leithanian Kurfürst that we reached out to is receptive to further communication...
The dukes clearly intend to attack, following the appearance of the golden light. Our lines are falling back...

「The voice on the terminal continues to report the latest developments on each front to the orchestrator of the war.
Those who refuse to yield stand upon the scales of war, tipping them from side to side. 」

Theresis : ...

「Theresis's back remains straight at all times. It has been a long time since he allowed himself the luxury of fatigue.
But the past does not go away so easy, be it lives taken or lives saved.
He has never forgotten the burden upon his shoulders, especially as it grows increasingly heavy. 」

[A guard walks in. ]

Royal Guard : Your Highness, news from the front... the Realmblade of Victoria has been activated. They have suppressed Amnannam. We are under pressure.
General Manfred was unable to retake Lifebone.

Theresis : ...
Who controls the skeleton now? Where was it last spotted?

Royal Guard : A mercenary squad. Confessarius reports say that the core members of Rhodes Island are on it.

Theresis : Rhodes Island... then that one must also be there.

<Flashback starts here>

<Flashback ends here>

Theresis : ...

Royal Guard : Lifebone's next course of action is uncertain. It represents a threat to both the airship and the Shard.

Theresis : It is no concern. Trust in Theresa.
If they dare approach the Shard...
My sword will render the judgment that I promised.

「The sky of Londinium burns red. The ever-present dark clouds are no more. Supported by countless branches, the massive crystal looks like newly-borne fruit.
All is ready.
But now, and only now, he does not want to think about the future.
The airship's long orbiting and searching is coming to an end. The massive structure of witchcraft once again passes over above the Shard.
He knows this will be the last time. 」

Theresis : ...

<Background 2>

「The Sarkaz with the long white hair stands alone in the halls of the airship.
She finally averts her gaze from the Shard. She no longer sees the figure.
Theresa casts her eyes toward the shadow of the airship, toward the land that she has seen so many times.
Sorrow and despair continues to spread. Has anything changed from when she left Kazdel?
A deep voice echoes around her. It is the master of the ship. 」

Shadow : I sense it, Theresa. The "King" continues to pursue us.

Theresa : They've never given up easily.

Shadow : ...Hah.

「The revenant speaks no more. The airship accelerates one last time.
Origin is close at hand. 」

<Background shakes>

「But an intangible wave strikes, space and time roiling around the airship. 」

Shadow : They come—

Theresa : The spark will burn for us until there is nothing left to burn.
Let's see how far they can go.

<Background 3>

[The Lifebone is drifting through the clouds. ]

W : Is that really how you drive this pile of bones?
Did Hoederer seriously convince Bonesy here to help us? For real?

Ines : You'll have to ask him.

W : Ask him? He can barely speak right now.

Ines : Then trust him.

W : Ugh. Hope he didn't mess up the steps.
Say, now that we have Bonesy back, is it time to put Plan A into action?
Fill this big guy with explosives and bomb the Shard and Theresis all the way back to Kazdel.

Doctor : There's something more important right now.
What's the status of Amnannam?

<Background shakes>

「Outside the windows, the storm has stopped, but the sky remains an ominous red.
Amnannam floats directly above the Shard, like a gaping wound in the sky.
The airship is headed toward the ancient ruins that should never have existed, toward the greatest secret of Terra. 」

Doctor : It is headed for Amnannam. / Theresis never used it in battle.

Kal'tsit : There's only one explanation.
Its mission is more important than that of a weapon.

Doctor : Does he intend to ram that piece of "Originium" with the airship?
What's inside Amnannam?

Kal'tsit : ...

W : She means that we need to deal with the airship before we kill Theresis.
Am I right, old hag?

Kal'tsit : Yes.

W : Then we'll take it down.

Doctor : Who's flying the airship? / Who would Theresis trust it with?

W : ...Huh?

Amiya : I can feel it...
She... Theresa is there, isn't she?

Kal'tsit : ...Yes.
We'll undoubtedly have to face her, if we pursue the airship.
We must be ready to—

W : Hah.
What were you about to say? We must be ready to kill her?

Kal'tsit : ...
...If necessary.

W : Clap clap.
I thought you two got along.
Are you always weighing things like this, Kal'tsit? You would kill anyone for civilization and, for this great land.
Even Theresa.

Kal'tsit : ...

W : Hmph.
I'm not like you, though.
I'll save her from the myriad souls and end it all. If you won't do it, I will.
Just wait and see.
There isn't gonna be another betrayal.

Kal'tsit : Doctor, I believe you're in the best position to keep a cool head here.
Will you take command of the operation?

Doctor : Yes. / Leave it to me.

W : Talk is cheap. How do we take the airship? This pile of bones doesn't have nearly enough firepower.

Doctor : We'll "take" it in the literal sense. / By transporting the entire airship with Lifebone.

W : Really? The airship looks like it's about the same size as Bonesy here.
Since when did you get so radical?

Doctor : We don't have the luxury of playing it safe. / This is our last chance.

Logos : Worth a try. It's the only way.
I'll cover for the skeleton against the airship's guns.
Bring the skeleton into contact with the airship, and we have a chance.

Amiya : I trust the Doctor. I can help Logos.

Kal'tsit : If everyone agrees...

Doctor : Bring Lifebone just above the airship, W.

W : Hah... You think I'd be scared?
Wake up, Bonesy, we're leaving!
Hang on!

<Background flashes>

「The illusions vanish, and the ripples cease.
In the blink of an eye, they find themselves on top of— 」

<Background flashes>

Amiya : Look out—

「A devastating beam of witchcraft streaks across the sky, sending destructive energy through anything it touches. 」

Amiya : The airship is reacting fast! It was ready for us!

「Just as the beam is about to annihilate its target, Silvery incantations float up, pulling at the great wave of witchcraft. 」

Logos : "All Arts shall follow only the path I assign."

「The destructive energy is deflected, passing through the gaps of the Feranmut's skeleton, leaving behind only a deep scorch mark on bleached bones.
The energy begins to dissipate, the main battery's salvo coming to an end. 」

Logos : The array in the airship has greatly amplified the power of revenant witchcraft. We can't take another hit.
We must close the distance before they fire again.

「Countless witchcraft drones and bloodied Witchlings take flight.
They rush toward the skeleton. 」

W : They sure shot first without asking questions! And here I thought this pile of bones was precious to them?
Does Theresis plan to vaporize us with it?

Amiya : A little further, W! Lifebone can't link up with the airship at this distance!

W : Taking too much fire to make a smooth approach!
We'll have to do it the fun way!
Take this!

<Background shakes>

「A loud boom, and a loud wail.
The massive skeleton smashes into the airship's armor.
Blue and purple nerve bundles stretch out, clinging to anything they touch, winding themselves around the airship. Fragile bone plates shatter and fall from the sky, disappearing amongst the branches and vines.
The revenant roars, raging at the shackles, the audacity, and the impudence.
Every Sarkaz heard the cry of the revenant in their hearts, before they ever set foot on the airship's deck. 」

Who do you think you are trying to stop?
The revenant never wavers!

<Background 3>

W : Got it! We have the airship!

Doctor : Start drifting, W. / Take the airship with us.

W : I don't take orders from you! I know what to do!
Your turn, Bonesy! Move it—
Hey! Why aren't you moving?

[W kicks the skeleton. ]

W : Hello? Anybody home?

[She kicks it again. ]

Amiya : The Feranmut's skeleton is badly damaged. Its soul seems to have wandered off again—

W : Now?!

Amiya : It's the skeleton that's getting dragged away!
What do we do, Doctor?

Doctor : Boarding action. / We'll take the airship ourselves.

W : Wow, your tactics really are getting bold? I'm nearly impressed.

Doctor : Amiya, Kal'tsit, you know the revenant better than anyone else.

Amiya : I'm ready.

Doctor : W, your bombs will work even better behind enemy lines.

W : As if I didn't know.

Doctor : Logos, protect Lifebone.

Logos : I can prevent any enemy from approaching it for thirty minutes.

Kal'tsit : You'll need to come with us to the airship, Doctor.

Doctor : I will.

Kal'tsit : ...No hesitation or questions.

Doctor : It's not the time for those.

W : Stow the small talk. Made up your minds? Let's go!
We'll slide over this bunch of nerves, bunny. Don't let those Witchlings hit you!

Amiya : I'll intercept any stray projectiles.
Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit, we'll clear a place to land.
Be careful.

[Amiya rushes off first. ]

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : (Joyful braying)

Kal'tsit : Hang on, Doctor.
There are some things that only you can control. You may be our last hope in this darkest hour.
Just as you used to be.

<Background fades out>

「Mon3tr grabs you and leaps down. The feeling of weightlessness makes you uneasy, and the raging winds force your eyelids shut.
In the distance, you can hear Logos's incantations, W's laughing, and the explosions from Sarkaz drones being shot down.
You feel your weight return as someone grabs your hand. 」

<Background 4>

Amiya : Doctor.
We're here.

W : ...
Looks like an old friend has come calling.
This ship is a revenant, right? Looks like it doesn't like people standing on its head.

「Strange shadows seep out from the metal walls, filling every corner of the deck in an instant.
The slight tremors in their movement echo the breath of the revenant. 」

Strange Shadow : ...

Amiya : The revenant's work.
It's expecting us. It won't let us stop it so easily.

W : We'll just pummel it until it stops.
This time, I brought bombs more than enough.

Operation story: 14-15

After operation

Summary

The boarding party's plans aboard the airship are disrupted by the revenant, with the team separated from one another. W saves the Doctor from falling, while Kal'tsit is trapped by herself.

<Background 1>

[W blows up a bunch of Soul Maelstroms. ]

W : Alright, any more weird shadows that wanna get blown to pieces?

Strange Shadow : —

[The shadows screech. ]

W : Well, shit. There actually is one.

[W shoots the shadow. ]

Amiya : Cutting down their numbers is most likely pointless, W. They're simply the projections of the revenant's power.
So long as the revenant dwells on the ship, there will be no end to its creations.
This is nothing more than a means to buy time.

[W throws a bomb. ]

W : Then how about I blow a couple more holes until the revenant decides to come out of hiding?

Kal'tsit : I'm afraid that won't work.
This whole ship is nothing but the revenant's husk. Even if you were to destroy the ship's outer shell or blow it, the revenant would still be able to keep it running with witchcraft.
It would only temporarily keep it functional, but it would be more than enough to take them to Amnannam.
To completely stop the airship, we must find and destroy the revenant's core.

W : Gotta say, we Sarkaz are up to some really weird shit. Keeps you up at night.
Can't we take care of this with a bomb?

Kal'tsit : The firepower of an entire fleet's main guns might break through its outer shell, stopping it from operating, even using witchcraft.

W : ...
Alright, let's go look for that core, then.
One day, I'm gonna get myself a cannon.

Doctor : How do we find the revenant's core?

Kal'tsit : I'm not certain. As the true core of the airship, it is certainly protected by layers of defenses, hidden away carefully in some cabin.
We will only uncover it by infiltrating deeper into the ship.
This also means that our enemies will be able to defend it much more easily.
There is no time.

Doctor : Is the revenant privy to everything about the airship?

Kal'tsit : Theoretically, but the airship is large in size. Its attention is limited.

W : Ines's been on this ship, and she still got out of here without a scratch, didn't she?
Well, it could also be because she's not a real Sarkaz and can't feel the mental pressure the revenant lays on.

Doctor : We need to work with each other. / We must find a way to distract the revenant.

Amiya : Doctor, you mean...?

Doctor : When somebody's hurting real bad, they won't notice an insect crawling up their pants.
W, I need your help.

W : ...Oh?
Come clean. Is this a trap you've been setting up for a long time, and you're only telling me about it now?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : You're the best one for the job.

W : Hah.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : No one makes a ruckus better than you.

W : Guilty as charged.
Alright, buy some time. Then buy some more.
Lemme get one thing clear, though. I'm not your bait this time.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : If the revenant's really sharper than we thought...

「You wink at Amiya, who stares blankly at you for a second before nodding. 」

Doctor : Light it up, W.

[W detonates a bunch of bombs. ]

W : That enough of a ruckus for you?
Alright, you insects. Don't get spotted too easily.
...Not until you find her.

[W runs off. ]

Kal'tsit : Doctor, Amiya, we'll enter the airship through the opening W made.
Stay close.
This is our one and only chance.

<Background 2>

[The trio enter the airship. ]

Amiya : ...
It's empty.

Kal'tsit : It seems the Military Commission has already evacuated all the passengers. They knew how dangerous this mission would be.

Doctor : Kal'tsit, if the airship's really going to collide with Amnannam...
Then what happens?

Kal'tsit : Amnannam will assimilate all information it comes into contact with.
That includes all materials, organic or not, even personalities and emotions... Everything will be engulfed in Originium crystals.

Amiya : Then Theresa and the revenant...!

Kal'tsit : Yes, they chose to sail there, and it means they understand what this entails.

Doctor : What do they want from the Originium?

A possibility.

「A deep, sophisticated voice can be heard from within the cabin.
But there are no signs of life. The hallway is as empty as before. 」

Doctor : This voice...

Amiya : ...It sounds familiar.
In this place, its voice... can be heard by all.

In Minoan legend, a hero stole fire for mankind, and for this, he was punished by the gods and set ablaze for eternity.
Very few know that this legend... originated among the Sarkaz.
But he is no hero.
His story thereafter is unworthy of telling.

Kal'tsit : The revenant...
It noticed us nonetheless.

「In just the blink of the eye, countless strange shadows fill what was an empty corridor.
The revenant's words are emitted from their vibrations. 」

That explosion... It was indeed cause for concern and anxiety.
If it wasn't for the King of Sarkaz's reminder, I really would've forgotten all about you.
Oh, how forgetful of me... I've remembered more than enough, but I should never have forgotten.
False King of Sarkaz, how could I have ignored your existence—

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, get ready for battle! Amiya, protect the Doctor!

[Amiya casts her Arts. ]

「Immediately, a pitch black spear solidifies at Amiya's fingertips before launching forward. 」

<Background flashes>

「However, it is swallowed whole by the walls and stairs. 」

How can you possibly kill me while you're within me?

[The shadows screech. ]

Amiya : There are too many of them. We need to move!

<Background fades out and in>

[The group keep running. ]

「Each and every corridor looks the same. Each and every staircase seems to be connected to the same space.
These are nothing but the revenant's blood vessels, and its will can manifest anywhere. 」

[Behind them, the shadows screech. ]

Amiya : It's no good. We can't shake them!

Doctor : Now, W!

<Background flashes>

「You find it difficult to keep your eyes open because of the massive explosion, but the plan continues to be executed as expected. 」

[W runs inside. ]

W : Bunny, swap sides!
Kal'tsit, have your little pet hold onto the dead weight. We need to quickly—
Hold on, this place...

「Suddenly, you are struck with a bad feeling. 」

Doctor : Something's not right—
W's bombs can't be this strong!

「Using the explosion's momentum, the entire corridor is being torn apart by its master's own will.
You feel yourself sliding down a corridor leading downstairs. 」

W : Hey, old hag—

「You try your hardest to maintain your balance and look toward where you last saw Kal'tsit, only to find that she has been completely engulfed by the black shadow. 」

Amiya : The revenant itself tore the structure here apart! It's trying to—

<Background shakes>

「A loud bang can be heard, and Amiya disappears on the other end of the collapsing corridor. 」

W : Grr—
Little bunny, hold on.

<Background flashes>

「A black shadow sweeps by, separating you and W. The moment you two turn around, a sharp blade made of witchcraft slices through where you two were moments earlier. 」

[Mon3tr rushes to help. ]

Mon3tr : (Impatient braying)

「It fails to hook onto your collar with its claw, and you tumble downstairs down the corridor. 」

<Background fades out>

Mon3tr : (Impatient howling)

[Footsteps rush closer. ]

「Before your crash into the floor of the area downstairs, a hand grabs you by your collar from behind. 」

<Background 2>

W : Gotcha...
No, I should say... you finally fell right into my hands.

<Background shakes>

「*creak*... *creak*... *creak*...
The sound of steel being bent and twisted echoes throughout the narrow space. The ship is chewing apart the darkness inside its body. 」

<Background 3>

[Kal'tsit walks around. ]

Kal'tsit : ...
You put in quite a bit of work simply to force me into this closed-off trap.
Revenant.
With the way you are, have you forgotten even your name?

「There is no response.
*creak*... Nothing can be heard except for the sound of metal being torn apart. Sharp debris continue to peel and fall away from the ship's body...
Kal'tsit knows that if this unknown space is anything like a magnetic field—
She must be the center pulling in all fatal threats. 」

Kal'tsit : A threat?
It seems that even though you have burned away for years, you still have some sanity left in you.
But if your chaotic mind still holds a trace of memories in Kazdel...
You should be well aware that death threats are meaningless to me.

「Silence.
But Kal'tsit can feel that the shadows that will engulf her here are still lurking in the darkness, watching her.
Waiting for the moment to strike. 」

Kal'tsit : ...
No, you should know... After all, Theresa herself knows this well.
You are listening, are you not—
Theresa?
I can feel your will in this ship.
I thought you would be here waiting for me.

「Kal'tsit reaches her hand out to the wall to feel the life in this ship.
Ice-cold, coarse metal... and Originium.
Despite the darkness, Kal'tsit is nonetheless able to clearly see the Originium growing and assimilating everything around it—
But it avoids the area her fingers touched. 」

Kal'tsit : ...
To think you can now influence the natural growth of Originium to this extent...
If the Originium here continues to grow, the airship will be completely crystallized by the time it crashes.
And then everybody inside will also—
That includes me?
So is this what you are trying to tell me?

「She gets no response. 」

Kal'tsit : ...
The first Originium, you, Theresis, the Sarkaz... I used to think I knew enough about your plan.
But it seems you are much further down this road than I imagined...
...
You may have me locked away here, but I don't believe I am truly the one you should be vigilant against.
You've always been a headache, Theresa. Just like in the past.
Just like in the past.
Theresa, as you are now, do you still believe...?
...that Terra has a future?

<Background pulses>

「A dark shadow extends underneath Kal'tsit's feet.
A jet black ocean gushes out from the darkness, ready to engulf everything in its path in no time. 」

Kal'tsit : ...
I knew it—

<Background fades out>

「Once again, silence has returned to the darkness. 」

As you wish.
You'd better have enough time with the Dame alone, without that one at her side.
Don't disappoint me again. Don't disappoint us again!
I've waited too long... I must witness this before my death—
The end of suffering.
Theresa...

Operation story: 14-16

Before operation

Summary

In a bizarre team-up, the Doctor and W continue looking for the airship's core, only to find an enemy who looks particularly similar to the assassin who murdered Theresa years ago. Now, they are on the Military Commission's side.

<Flashback starts here>

Theresa : I've been wondering when you'd come to see me, Kal'tsit.
You came too late, and you missed the most beautiful moment.
The first flower that budded died last night, but look at it now.

Kal'tsit : It's full of vigor still.
I see no difference compared to before.

Theresa : Exactly.
It was born from the withering, and in an instant it became so healthy and strong.
*sigh*, if only you were able to witness for yourself this miracle born on top of Originium.

「This garden, built on top of Originium, is the fruit of Theresa's painstaking labor.
Aside from war, the other path that Theresa found for the Sarkaz is close at hand.
But what kind of future does this path lead to? 」

Kal'tsit : Ever since you brought the Doctor here, you've been spending more time in the garden.
Babel still has a lot that needs you, our chairman, to handle, but on top of that, you were absent from today's general meeting.

Theresa : Not only do we have you, we also have the Doctor here now to help us. It's not much of a problem if I take it easy once in a while, isn't it?

Kal'tsit : I know you, Theresa. You were never one to joke around when it came to important business.

Theresa : Kal'tsit...

Kal'tsit : Hm?

Theresa : Do you know what the Doctor thinks?

Kal'tsit : ...
No, I'm not sure what you've heard, but my guess is you do not have our mutual friend's full support.

Theresa : I won't give up, Kal'tsit.
If this is how we're supposed to resolve the predicament that the Sarkaz is facing now, I'll go talk to Theresis.
I will show this path to all the Sarkaz, so that they know we aren't fated to live a vicious cycle of hatred.

Kal'tsit : Theresa—

Theresa : Kal'tsit, please hear me out first.
I know very well that this could be risky, but I trust you.
If you find me walking toward an uncontrollable future while I'm on this path, please pull me back.
I know you can do this, even though you always keep your opinions to yourself on many things.

Kal'tsit : If you want that future you're hoping for to actually come true, we'll still have to earn the Doctor's support.
When it comes to Originium utilization, the Doctor is... irreplaceable.
But regardless of what awaits us at the end...
...I promise you: when the time comes, I will be there by your side.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

<Background shakes>

[A bomb goes off and a window shatters. ]

Mon3tr : (Menacing growl)

W : I got the Doctor. Stop growling.
Heh, relax. I won't let go.

「The wind roars in your ears. Through the shattered porthole, you can see The Shard and the devastated battlefield below.
The ceaseless barrage of intense explosions could fling you outside at any moment, and right now, the one who is holding onto your hand... is W. 」

Doctor : ... / ...

「You don't often see W acting this serious. 」

Mon3tr : (Anxious growl)

W : I'm trying to think through something actually important, Mon3tr, so quit bothering me.
...
...
...
You never really know the old hag, but she'd never take her chances with you.
Since she insisted on bringing you along on such a dangerous boarding mission—
We'll definitely need you if we want to see Her Highness and stop this stinking ship.
*Sarkaz expletive*. I've got no choice but to save you now.
Come on up.

[W pulls up the Doctor from the edge. ]

Doctor : ...Thank you. / Back then—

W : Nothing happened back then.
Where do we go now?

Doctor : ...
I can still hear the bombs ticking on my back.

W : That's for positioning. You can think of the explosion as, like, a bonus function.
If you got swept away, I would've had to find you—
Shit, that reminds me. I should've given the old hag one, too.

Mon3tr : (Disapproving growl)

W : It'd be a waste on you, you little freak.
Now figure out which way we gotta go, you empty tin can.
We don't have much time. This stinking ship's about to crash into that weird thing out there...
If I have to die, it's gotta be after I meet Her Highness.

Doctor : You've been pretty antsy ever since we got on this ship.

W : Oh? I saved your ass. You don't think that's me being more emotionally stable than usual?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Is it because you're about to meet Theresa?

W : ...
I gotta babysit for that old hag and figure out how to bump off that core right now.
I don't have time for a Q&A.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Is it because you're worried about Hoederer and Ines?

W : Gah, why would I be worried about those two?
Ines knows how to bring back the dead like it's doing laundry.
She'll take care of it.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Is it because this is our first date without a third wheel?

W : ...Don't you even dare to try provoking me.
If it wasn't a moment like this, I swear you wouldn't have had the chance to ask that question.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

W : So stop trying to annoy me with your dumb, self-righteous interrogation—

<Background shakes>

「The shadows emerge from the metal. They are everywhere.
The revenant is anywhere and everywhere.
It has already made it in front of W. 」

[The shadows approach. ]

Shadow : You are a Sarkaz, too! Are you turning a deaf ear to the myriad souls' anger and squall?!
You shouldn't—

[W blows up the shadow. ]

W : Oops, my hand slipped.
Right, you were saying?
Hold on, I bet you're here to tell me where Her Highness is, aren't you?

Shadow : ...
...
...

<Background shakes>

「The sound of the metal being torn apart continues. The entire airship is howling. 」

Mon3tr : (Nervously hooks onto your clothes)

Doctor : The airship... is angry? / The revenant... is angry?

W : Hm, looks like it's not really all that rational of a fella...
It's a good chance. Can you find out what's the place with the most energy fluctuation on this ship right now?
That should be where its core is.

Doctor : ... / ...I don't know how to.

W : ...

Mon3tr : (Looks at W with a mocking expression)

Doctor : Hold on. I still have an idea.
Maybe I can figure out which spot shows the highest change in Originium concentration!

<Background shakes>

W : Well, then get on it! This asshole's even more impatient than I expected!
Doesn't look like it'll wait till you're done...
Ergh...
Hey, shadow freak, you know how guests are supposed to bring their hosts a gift when they visit?
Catch!

[W throws a bomb. ]

W : Little freak, you better keep this dipshit safe, or you're gonna get yourself grounded by the old hag.

Mon3tr : (High-pitched howl)

Doctor : This way! But the wall's so thick, the bombs won't blow—

W : You forgot about this guy, huh?
Based on my tests before, it's got more than just a thick skin.
Hold on tight to it, Doctor! I'll give you two a huge fireworks show!
The moment it goes off, let it shield you from the impact and take you to the other side!
You got that, little freak?

Mon3tr : (Excited howling)

W : Get ready, then. Three, two, one!
Boom!

<Background flashes>

<Background fades to white>

Doctor : I can't see very well— / I'm feeling kinda dizzy—

W : Hur... ry...

[The Doctor's ears ring. ]

Doctor : My ears can't... hear very well...

<Background 1>

W : Hey, {nickname}, how you feeling now?
I just checked the wall. I guess you guys didn't have to crash into the blast point with such perfect accuracy?
Sorry for making you suffer all that for nothing.

Doctor : ...

Mon3tr : (Angrily waves claws)

W : Watch your claws, little beast. This one here is no match for you.

Doctor : Mon3tr, I'm okay. Let me down.

W : You "look" terrible. Heh, you can drop the act in front of me.
You want me to believe you can't take this much? I don't buy it.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I'm worried about Kal'tsit...

W : I don't remember the cat lady being that fragile. She—
...
(She doesn't gasp for air much anymore, but she hasn't completely recovered yet... and she sent this little freak here...)

Mon3tr : (Dejected howl)

W : Alright, stop whining. It pisses me off.
Look how peppy you are. That means the old hag is fine.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : If Amiya's running into these things too...

W : Ines told me the little bunny's already run into this thing once in Norport.
She's got more experience than any one of us when it comes to dealing with it.
Heh, I bet she's more worried about me offing you rather than the revenant.

Mon3tr : (Threatening howl)

W : Shut up. The old hag isn't here to back you up now.
The little bunny's gonna be fine. Take my word for it.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

W : {nickname}, stop dawdling. Let's go—

「Standing in the corridor, W subconsciously looks outside the window and freezes for a moment. 」

W : ...
Let's get going. We ain't got time for sightseeing.

「You come to the window and look at the battlefield beneath you.
The sky is still lit up by the Sighs of Kings's golden glow. Victoria's counterattack must have started. 」

Doctor : Victoria's counterattack has begun. / I hope Rhodes Island will be of help...

W : Down there is a real hell now. No need to look anymore.

Doctor : Were you... saddened by the battlefield?

W : ...More than enough Sarkaz have died.
Keep up.
I have lots of questions for Her Highness.

Mon3tr : (Looks around in alarm)

Doctor : ...Mon3tr?

<Background shakes>

Mon3tr : (Attacks the ground furiously)

<Background Black>

「A dark current of shadows silently appears at your feet and drags you toward the end of the hallway at an incredible speed.
You can feel the tip of a sharp blade at the back of your neck. 」

Doctor : There's more than just the revenant here—!

Mon3tr : (Low-pitched growling)

「The black tide engulfs the struggling Mon3tr and keeps it from moving. 」

W : *Sarkaz expletive*, trying to snatch my mark from under my eyes?!

[W launches several bombs. ]

Mon3tr : (Angry howling)

W : Come back!

「You see a flash of light within the darkness at the end of the corridor, followed by a loud boom. 」

<Background flashes>

<Background 1>

「The force coming from behind you is so strong that it propels you out of the darkness and straight into the ground. 」

Doctor : Ouch! / The bomb on my back?!

W : How's that? The latest propulsion unit with tracking. Not bad, huh? And like I said, the explosions are just a bonus.
It'll still make you suffer for two or three days, though.
Hah, we make a great team, don't we?

Doctor : I never agreed to this team-up! / You could've reminded me beforehand!

W : It was never your call if or how we were gonna team up.
Hey, you in there. Bet that gave you a start, too?

??? : ...
You haven't changed, W.

W : —?

[The strange figure reveals itself to be a Deathveil Assassin. ]

Airship "Apparition" : You cannot go any further.
And you... Doctor.

Doctor : You... are alive.
Have we met before?

[W scowls. ]

W : ...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background Black>

「She remembers the day she returned to Babel. 」

「She remembers that broken door and the blood-stained logo...
And... those assassins hiding under their masks.
They took Theresa's life.
That Theresa. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

「W finds herself exceptionally calm right now. 」

W : You're gonna die.
And it'll be a really horrible death.

After operation

Summary

Taking the opportunity of the airship's crystallization, the Doctor works with W to break through the enemy blockade and find the core of the airship. But there is no Theresa here, only the revenant.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

W : You said you won't resist—
You said you want the release of death—
I don't believe you.

[W stabs the assassin and he collapses. ]

Dying Assassin : ...

「She pierces the assassin's chest with her dagger, but intentionally avoids dealing a fatal blow.
She wants to hear the coward under the mask scream.
She slowly spins the dagger, trying to catch one sound, one sign of weakness...
She wants to hear it.
But there is nothing. 」

Dying Assassin : ...

W : I won't let you die so easily...
You took Her Highness—
Death is too good for you...
You said you were prepared to die when you accepted the mission—
I don't believe you.
You want to live, don't you? You want to run away.

「She wants them to run. She needs them to run.
That way, she can chase them, hunt them, make them die in despair.
She will drink their despair.
But that is not enough. Not even close. What would be enough? 」

W : Hold this grenade. It'll explode soon.
I'm right here. Prove it to me.
You can throw it away.
Do that, and you'll live.
I won't kill you. I'll let you go.

Dying Assassin : ...

W : ...
Throw it away!

Dying Assassin : ...
There won't be anything left of me once this thing goes off, right?

W : ...

Dying Assassin : Good.
You should stay away.

「She does not believe it. She wants to find a sign, any sign, that this man is bluffing.
One moment of hesitation, the slightest hint of his desire to live— 」

[The grenade explodes. ]

<Background fades to white>

「White light bursts before her eyes, from the hand that held the grenade tightly.
Fire flies by her cheeks, but she feels no sense of satisfaction. 」

<Flashback ends here>

「This is not enough... 」

[W throws another grenade at him. ]

Doctor : Enough, W! / There's nothing left of him but ashes!

「No, it's not enough.
Not nearly close.
I have more— 」

[W throws even more grenades. ]

Doctor : W! / ...W.

<Background 1>

「The dark tides recede in the wake of the explosion.
What about the man? Is there no trace left of him? 」

W : Did I use too much of my stock?
Who cares, the real waste is if I don't use it.
Are you okay?

Doctor : I... I'm okay.
What... what happened to you just now?

W : What? I was just saving your skin.

Mon3tr : (Low growling)

W : Little monster, you remember these people, don't you?
Ghosts that should have died a long time ago...

Mon3tr : (Angry roar)

Doctor : ...Should have died a long time ago? / Do you know these... ghosts?

W : You don't know them?

Doctor : Should... should I? / You look so calm that you're starting to scare me.

W : ...
Ha. You better be telling the truth.
I don't know if this is one of the revenant's tricks...
And I don't think it's a coincidence that he appears on this ship which carries Her Highness—
But he's dead.

Doctor : I doubt it's that simple... / I feel like there's going to be more...

W : The more the merrier.
This mission is getting more and more interesting.
Let's go. This way?

Doctor : Yes, this way. / No, that way.

W : You go first.
No need to worry. This little monster goes with you.
I have to keep you in my field of view in order to react in time.

Doctor : ... / ...Alright.

W : It's not that hard, is it, working with me?

<Background fades out and in>

「The corridor smells of death. The silence is revolting.
She does not need anyone to tell her that they are getting closer to the revenant's core.
Why would Her Highness be in a place like this?
Will Her Highness be there?
Will Her Highness remember me?
She has many questions, but thinking about it serves only to stifle her excitement.
She cannot let Theresa see her down and depressed...
Theresa always told her she looks best when she is smiling. She remembers— 」

W : Hey, bastards. I was just thinking of you.

[Several assassins appear. ]

Airship "Apparition" : You shall not pass.
You shall not pass...
Go no further.

W : Don't stop, {nickname}.
What we're looking for must be waiting at the end of the corridor.
Just grab on to little monster and don't think about anything else.
I guarantee you they'll all turn to ash before they can touch you.

[W launches a grenade at the apparitions. ]

Airship "Apparition" : There's only so much you can do on your own.

[One of the assassins seemingly vanish. ]

W : —?

[An invisible blade attacks Mon3tr. ]

Mon3tr : (Angry roar)

Doctor : I'm fine, Mon3tr!
Buy me some time, W! I have an idea!

W : I'm not the bunny! I don't need you to tell me what to do!
You need to do something, do it. Skip the talk.

Doctor : ...I trust you. / Alright, I'll keep going.

[More assassins appear. ]

Airship "Apparition" : Deal with the Doctor.

W : Did you really think I was just going to leave the dumbass alone?

Airship "Apparition" : ...

W : Have you spent so much time with the revenant that you've gone crazy too?
I left him a bunch of nice things.
Close your eyes, {nickname}—
Bam!

[Something explodes. ]

<Background fades to white>

Doctor : Ouch... I knew it! / You left a "Plan B" on me...

W : Don't praise me. I was going to give the old hag a surprise when we met up. Now it's all wasted.

Airship "Apparition" : Look out.

W : Here's some more good stuff!
I've lit up every corner for you. Time to go to hell—

[W throws a bomb at them, but more assassins come. ]

W : Still no use? Guess we'll have to do this the hard way.

Mon3tr : (Answers excitedly)

W : Just keep the Doctor alive.

Mon3tr : (Complaining growl)

W : ...

「Ghosts continue to emerge from the darkness at the end of the corridor. There seems to be no end to it.
One after another, no fear of death.
Just like back then— 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

[W fights against an assassin with her knife. ]

W : Who helped you?

Silent Assassin : ...

W : ...

[W stabs the assassin and slices across his body. The assassin falls to the ground. ]

「She gets no answer.
This endless corridor is filled with the bodies of the perpetrators, but why could she not find out how this betrayal happened?
She is sure that the answer is here.
Here in Babel, amidst the seemingly unremarkable mission logs of PRTS.
Perhaps... it's just at the end of the corridor. 」

??? : Here...

[W stops. ]

W : —?

??? : Here... beneath these bodies...

[W moves the dead bodies and lifts up a Sarkaz man trapped underneath. ]

Babel Member : Did you come back to help...? Go save Her Highness...

W : ...
What are you doing here...?

Babel Member : I tried to protect Her Highness, but someone knocked me out.
Did we save her?

W : You saw the assassins?

Babel Member : The defense systems went offline all of a sudden. Then enemies rushed in...
My team and I tried to protect Her Highness—

W : Are these your teammates? They're dead.
But you're alive.

Babel Member : ...

W : Her Highness is dead.

Babel Member : ...

W : Protect Her Highness. Hah.
You can "protect Her Highness" with this grenade.

「She holds back the urge. If only she had stayed here.
Would it have changed anything?
She steps over a body and continues down the corridor.
She hears no explosion from behind her. 」

W : Trash. Coward.

<Background fades out>

「She arrives at the Speaker's Office to find the bodies of assassins piled outside the door. She does not want to go any further.
Who is she to mourn Theresa when she has not killed the traitors?
In her heart, she already has the answer to who was behind all this.
The one who led the assassins, stood here, and led death to Theresa.
She would confront that one, once she has killed everyone who participated in the deed.
It would be her last target... 」

<Flashback ends here>

[Mon3tr roars. ]

Doctor : It's time to go, W! / The door's open! We're going in!

<Background 1>

W : ...You—

「She looks at you.
You stand in the darkness at the end of the corridor.
Mon3tr's massive frame stands between you and the ghosts charging towards you. 」

Doctor : I've drawn them out! / Mon3tr can't hold them off for too long!

Mon3tr : (Loud roar)

W : ...
Hang in there, little monster!

「She throws several bombs towards the gathered black apparitions. 」

<Background flashes repeatedly>

Mon3tr : (Angry roar)

W : Tsk.

「W charges into the wake of the explosion. 」

<Background fades out>

「She goes through enemies and Mon3tr, through the fire and the cracking air. 」

「W arrives at the other side of the door.
She turns around—
The figure is still standing in the corridor, one hand on the door control, as countless wraiths try to rush out from behind.
She has no memory of ever having seen this scene.
But there was a scene from her imagination of the assassination, a scene that she could never shake—
Did that "evil spirit" stand before Theresa like this?
Did the culprits who took her life rush out from behind the "evil spirit" like this?
Was it the "evil spirit" who opened the door to the Speaker's Office? 」

<Background 3>

W : ...

Doctor : Come back, Mon3tr! I'm closing the door!

Mon3tr : (Excited howling)

Doctor : Another bomb, W! Buy me some time!

[W snaps out of her trance. ]

W : ...

「She tosses the bomb almost instinctively, without arguing. 」

[The bomb explodes, stopping the assassins, and the door immediately closes. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[Mon3tr screeches gleefully. ]

Mon3tr : (Raises you excitedly)

Doctor : Aw, aw, aw! / Take it easy! My back hurts!

W : ...

「She looks at you as if she is trying to find a shadow of someone bygone upon you. 」

Doctor : Why are you looking at me like that?

W : ...
Was this your genius plan to prevent them from coming in? That simple?

Doctor : Simple? Is that so... / Sometimes the simplest means are the most effective.

W : Wait. Is this... crystallization?

Doctor : Noticed it already, haven't you? / I saw that the airship was beginning to crystallize as I came in.

W : So that was our last chance before the door became fully crystalized...
You had planned to block the door on your own from the beginning?

Doctor : I had you and Mon3tr. / I trust you and Mon3tr.

W : ...
Trust... me? Hah...
Until I find out what happened back then, I—

Doctor : Look... I think this is the place. / My calculations were right.

「The engines roar deep inside the halls of the ship.
Souls burn, releasing pain and anger.
The core of the airship lies bare before you. 」

Doctor : The airship is powered by burning the revenants?!

W : (Theresa isn't here.)
Doesn't matter what it is. Blow it up, and this piece of junk stops.
Let's finish our business here. I got more important stuff to do.
You're coming with me to see Theresa.

Doctor : ... / Alright. I'll go with you.

W : I know you're there, old geezer.
I put a special gift for you under your bed.
It's present time!

[W throws a bomb at the airship's core, but it remains unscathed. ]

Doctor : Something's not right... / The bomb didn't work?

How dare you come here!
Outblood!
And you! Sarkaz!

「The burning core instantly freezes, and the scattered flames rush back inside.
The fire that illuminates life dims.
All sound fades. One could hear one's own heartbeat in the silence left behind. 」

<Background fades to black>

「Darkness begins to fill the room.
Shadows flow out of the core, converging into a great river, its current speeding up...
Until a great black tide, enough to swallow the entire room, rushes towards you. 」

W : —!

<Background 1>

Amiya : —!
Such great pain and anger...

Shadow : No more words for you, outblood King!
I have abided your many transgressions only because of Theresa. No more!
Do you know what you are trying to stop?
It is not just a war that the Sarkaz needs!
You are trying to extinguish the flame that will change our destiny!
You shall not succeed—

「The black tide that swallowed Amiya recedes, and the shadows pulling at her weaken. 」

Amiya : He's focusing his strength?

[Amiya uses her black Arts on the shadows. ]

Amiya : All the shadows... they've disappeared.
Looks like someone else found the revenant's location first.
Is the Doctor okay? I wonder where Dr. Kal'tsit and W are...
I can feel the place where the anger is strongest. That's what we're looking for.
Hang in there, Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit...
I'm coming!

[Amiya starts running. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[Amiya stops. ]

Amiya : Signs of explosions...
W must have been here!
Did Mon3tr leave these claw marks? Is the Doctor with W?

[A knife zips past Amiya's head, embedding itself into the wall. ]

Amiya : —!

「A figure that Amiya never expected to see emerges from the shadow at the end of the corridor. 」

<Flashback starts here>

「She has never forgotten the nightmare from so many years ago.
She remembers Theresa, and the black sword that pierced her chest...
The black-robed killers. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Amiya : Impossible...
You... you're all dead.
Ascalon checked and made sure you...

Airship "Apparition" : ...King of Sarkaz.
You're too late. She knew you would come.

Amiya : Theresa...

Airship "Apparition" : Amiya, the ones you're looking for will die.

Amiya : —?!
Get out of my way.

[More assassins pour in. Amiya uses her Arts on them. ]

Amiya : You...

Airship "Apparition" : Spare the effort of reading our emotions.
The only way you will pass...
...is over our cold, dead bodies.

Amiya : I see the fragments of your memories—
How could this be...
You're from Babel?!

Operation story: 14-17

Before operation

Summary

Amiya overcomes Babel's enemies from the past, and hurries over to the Doctor and W. Kal'tsit also successfully breaks free and reunites with the group. Amiya sees the revenant's entire life and prepares for a final showdown.

<Background 1>

[Amiya attacks the assassin apparition with her black Arts. ]

Amiya : You've held on for so long—

Airship "Apparition" : (Panting heavily)

Amiya : But not any longer.

Airship "Apparition" : (Panting heavily)

「Shadow swallows the figure up. Apparitions from the past pull him back into the fold.
More of them emerge from the darkness. 」

Amiya : Still not giving up?

Airship "Apparition" : ...
We have nothing left to "give up".

Amiya : You could've attacked me together, but you didn't...
I don't sense any anger, but you're all submerged in sorrow...
You're different from that revenant.

Airship "Apparition" : ...
We are not here to kill you.
We are here only to witness her success.

Amiya : ...

[Amiya closes her eyes, steeling herself. ]

Amiya : Sorry, but I can't stop here.

<Background flashes>

「Black waves ripple from Amiya, suppressing the shadows.
She advances slowly, ignoring the blades streaking past her. 」

Airship "Apparition" : ...
"King of Sarkaz"...
You are her successor.

Amiya : ...

「The apparitions keep approaching Amiya, but are incessantly pushed away from her, falling back into the shadows.
Amiya continues forward. 」

Amiya : Doctor... Dr. Kal'tsit... Theresa...

<Background fades out>

「She touches the shadow.
She sees a completely crystallized door at the corridor's end, and a blade rushing toward her.
Shades of black coagulate in her palm, and she immediately catches the incoming blade...
Catching inexhaustible sorrow.
She sees the sorrow from the past— 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Babel Member : Her Highness... she's dead... How...?
We lost...?
Her Highness... died because we failed our duty...

Dying Assassin : *cough*... *cough*...

Babel Member : —!
You... you're still... alive...

「I can feel him gripping tightly on my collar. 」

Dying Assassin : Her Highness... is dead?

Babel Member : ...

Dying Assassin : Our mission... is complete? It... is done...
...
Finish me off. Don't you want to... exact revenge for Her Highness?

「There's still that grenade in my chest pocket... that crazy girl threw it to me, telling me to protect Her Highness.
I just... have to— 」

Babel Member : ...
...
...

「I don't know how long I spend hesitating.
But it is only when his hand droops down, and breathes his last...
That I realize that crazy girl was right. 」

Trash. Coward.

<Background fades out>

「I've already forgotten how long I spent wandering in the wastes after leaving Babel.
Drifters until we meet some Royal Court recruiters. They say Her Highness has returned, and stands together with Theresis...
We knew then where we should go. 」

<Background 3>

Theresis : You come here in anger and ask me why I spread falsehoods among our people.
Come up here, before me...
And show me your wrath.

[The Sarkaz climb up the palace stairs. ]

「The steps to Theresis number many, and the sovereigns of the Royal Court stare at me in indifference.
But I do not stop.
I am a coward no more. I will unleash my anger before Theresis, and then die by his blade. 」

「I stand before him, but he does not greet me with his sword.
Theresis only nods. 」

Theresis : Very good.
Keep your anger, but vent it somewhere else.
Because what you've heard is no lie.

Theresa : You found me, children.

「... 」

<Background fades out>

「I understood many things then. Her Highness died, but there she was, holding my hand.
The truth hurt me more than the lies did.
The sorrow that spread from the depths of my heart destroyed my anger so easily.
Your Highness...
The Highness we once swore to protect... 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Amiya : I... saw her...
Through your eyes... your life—

Airship "Apparition" : ...
Are they all dead? My only companions...
No matter, they only left before I did. At least they stayed true to their task, they died to protect Her Highness.
As will I, Amiya.

<Background The apparition attacks Amiya with his blades, but is repelled.>

Airship "Apparition" : *cough*...

Amiya : All of you... you have my respect—

Airship "Apparition" : ...
Our past is no more. We chose to collude with disgrace.
We willingly abandoned everything—only by doing so can we stand before Her Highness with a clear conscience.
And that is why... we erased our names, and put on the clothes we once utterly detested.

Amiya : ...
I have my own people to protect too. I can't stop here.

[Amiya casts her Arts. ]

Airship "Apparition" : *cough*...
Heh, you can try to stop Her Highness... only by defeating us.
Even if I am the only one left.

[Amiya's Arts linger on her palm. ]

Amiya : ...

Airship "Apparition" : Your heart is going soft.
If you can't even face me and defeat me, what makes you think you can face Her Highness, "King of Sarkaz"?!
You will eventually have to face your own fate.

Amiya : ...
My mind was already made up the moment I stepped onto this airship.
Your sorrow, the Sarkaz's sorrow...
Should end.

[Amiya unleashes her Arts. ]

「The apparition from the past finally falls back into the shadows. 」

Airship "Apparition" : *cough*... *cough*...

Amiya : Be at peace—

[Something rolls onto the floor. ]

Amiya : Huh? That's a... grenade?!

[The grenade explodes. ]

<Background fades to white>

「You said the Sarkaz will have a new future.
We rotten souls are meant to be incinerated, so why not burn for the ideal you described to us?
We failed Babel once, and it will not happen twice.
We shall protect you.
Death will witness our promise.
This coward will not break their promise, Your Highness Theresa... 」

<Background fades to black>

<Background 4>

W : —?!
Who the hell's fooling around with my grenades?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Stay focused! The revenant's shadow is trying to pull you into the darkness!

[ ]

[W throws a bomb. ]

W : Gah. That chatty bastard pisses me off even more than these clingy sons of bitches!
Keep yapping, old coot, and I'll blow your nest into bits.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Careful! It seems like we can't harm it in any tangible way.

[W throws two bombs. ]

W : Those black shadows are persistently protecting its core.
Regular bombs aren't going to do shit.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

W : {nickname}. It can't affect your mind.
So you better not tell me you're out of ideas.

Doctor : ...I don't know much about revenants. / We have an expert on our side to ask for help.

W : ?
Wait, where did Mon3tr go?

Doctor : Keep to our original plan, and continue bombing the core cabin. / I gave it something else to do.

W : —?
I think I figured it out.
If that's the case, then let's make some noise in here!
Though I won't have time to protect you, hood.
So you better start praying.

Doctor : ...

「W aims her launcher up high, and the place feels increasingly dangerous with each pull of the trigger.
Every inch of the dome, every pillar, everywhere...
Explosives instantly latch onto everything you see. 」

Futile!

「The revenant roars in anger.
These people are not worth his full wrath—it ought to be reserved for the origin of suffering.
For it will remember his anger, and inherit his rage at the very moment he sets himself free in death. 」

Get out!

「Waves of shadow surge from every nook and cranny of the cabin.
An unending stream of shadows flow from the core and wrap around every explosive—
Darkness sweeps through explosions toward you. 」

[The mines begin to explode. ]

「Bubbles froth in the shadowy tide as blasts go off one after another, like pustules on a monster rushing in your direction.
The shadow creeps right before your eyes.
You look at W. She eventually throws out her final flash grenade towards the darkness— 」

<Background fades to white>

「Then, the shadows shroud you. 」

<Background fades to black>

Doctor : *sigh* I'll probably have to lie down for a few days after this. / I trust...

「A feeble light leaks through a crack in the darkness. 」

Doctor : I'm here— / I'm leaving the rest to you—

「Shattered Originium fragments splash out from behind you.
A black thread immediately follows, weaving through the waves to find you.
It wraps around your hand, your body...
And pulls you free from the shadows completely. 」

??? : Thank you for sending a signal.

Amiya : I finally found you, Doctor.

W : You're slower than I thought, bunny.

Amiya : Thank you for protecting the Doctor, W.

W : Hmph.

Amiya : Please leave the rest to me.
We meet again, Revenant...

<Background fades out>

Get out of here!
Get out of my body!

「Amiya captures the revenant's emotions from within the dark tides. 」

「She sees a projection brimming with fury.
The revenant condenses his emotion into a phantom lance, towering above everything.
But why... is there an emotion hidden even deeper underneath his rage?
A feeling all too familiar, one that resonates with the vanished apparitions. 」

Outblood King!
You, who dare to shed false tears—
What makes you grieve for Sarkaz sorrows?!

「The lance seems almost physical in the revenant's hand. 」

Our mission from millennia ago shall inevitably end in my very hands.
No one will stand between us—
And what we must witness—
The end of fate!

Amiya : My tears fall for those gone souls of Babel...
And for you as well, Revenant.

「Black Arts coalesces before her. 」

Amiya : You asked me, why I wish to stop this war...
I have your answer now.
I've seen the path that lies ahead of us. This war shouldn't be part of the Sarkaz future—

Hypocrite!

「The revenant gathers all his hate, rage, and pain into his palm...
The lance has taken physical form.
He throws his entire life towards Amiya. 」

[Amiya's Arts attempt to stop the lance. ]

<Background fades out>

「It penetrates through a black barrier and pierces through her body.
In an instant, a sea of complex and unbounded emotions washes over Amiya... 」

[Sounds of fighting can be heard. ]

「She sees a blaze in the depths of a flaming forge.
She sees a huge, headless, hollow suit of armor as it trudges against a Catastrophe, leaving an endless trail on the land as it hauls ancient sacrificial stones behind its back.
She sees Elder Arts streaking across the horizon, smashing walls of stone into powder.
She sees a Sarkaz.
He stands with his back to a monolith. The foundation stone of his homeland, a fragment of Kazdel.
The Sarkaz shouts toward his King: 」

Kazdel stands behind me. They will not take it.
If that greedy Hegemon wants this piece of land, they can come and try.
But O King, as you say, there is nothing they can take away but ruin.
My tears have dried, and only rage remains, pulsing in my chest.
I will stay. I will guard this land, till death.
This is my mission.

「Amiya sees the Sarkaz pointing toward the aloof Elders.
She sees the Hegemon surrounded by Elders, charging towards the group from Kazdel.
Shouts. Cries. Powerless gasps. 」

My tears have already dried, and it should be only rage that remains, pulsing in my chest...
But why do I still feel pain over my people's demise?
O King, I will not retreat even half a step from the frontline—

「Amiya has seen it before, that cruel segment of history.
She has seen the first King of Sarkaz ignite an unprecedented Catastrophe, and every Hegemon and their troops besieging the city disappeared that very day...
Along with that King and his loyal subjects. 」

But why did the pitch-black Catastrophe that engulfed the sky disintegrate my body, while refusing to let me die?
That flash of light branded my figure into Kazdel's soil and rock for eternity.
Death betrayed me, and I became an eternal shadow of my homeland.

Amiya : Your mission has already ended... That city has become a phantom from the past.

...Ended?
No, before death returns to me, before the Sarkaz's fate is rewritten—my duty remains.

「Amiya's tears are wiped away by the storm.
She sees a Sarkaz—a Sarkaz who has been lingering for nine thousand years, waiting to complete a mission. 」

Amiya : I see it now, Revenant—
Your true form.
It's true I'm not a Sarkaz, but I feel their suffering all the same first-hand.
The crown I bear, and the future I'm unwilling to give up...
I never excluded the Sarkaz for even a moment.
I will end all suffering. This is my answer to you!

「Within the infinite darkness, black threads twist around the lance running through Amiya and pulls it out of her.
Amiya aims the lance, and hurls it back with all her strength in the core's direction. 」

[The lance directly hits the core. ]

<Background 4>

「It rips the darkness apart, and the black tides recede from Amiya. 」

Doctor : Amiya, you smashed the shackles! / You tore the shadow shrouding you apart.

W : I'm afraid what our bunny has done is more than that.

Amiya : ...I can only seal the revenant with its own emotions for a brief moment.
We need to figure out a way... to put an end to the revenant's mission for good.

W : Don't look at me. I already tried bombing this place.
It's useless.

??? : We're not entirely helpless.

[Kal'tsit enters. ]

Doctor : Kal'tsit. / Seems like Mon3tr made it.

Mon3tr : (Excited cry)

Kal'tsit : Doctor, your timing was impeccable.
The revenant relaxed his hold on me after you drew his complete attention.
And Mon3tr managed to locate me.

Mon3tr : (Waving claws excitedly)

W : Grr.

Kal'tsit : Thank you too, W. For buying the Doctor some time.

W : ...
Hmph, I still have scores to settle—

<Background shakes>

W : What's going on now?!

Doctor : ...Do you guys feel... the airship accelerating? / The airship's trying to free itself from the skeleton!

Amiya : It's the revenant... he's about to break free!

Kal'tsit : ...Theresa's helping him.
It seems like she's already on the last stage of her plan. The revenant is responding to her call.

W : ...
I didn't see her here.

Kal'tsit : Her being here or not should not influence our own plans whatsoever.

Doctor : We need to release the revenant's control over the airship.

Kal'tsit : Yes. The most effective way to do so is to demolish the airship's core.
We can only stop it by ridding its control and engine.

<Background shakes>

Amiya : ...
Doctor, please get behind me.

W : Man, this old coot is such a pain in the ass.
We're basically helping him move house, right? Sounds pretty simple to me.

<Background zooms in>

(Ancient Sarkaz language) Mission...
(Ancient Sarkaz language) Fate...
(Ancient Sarkaz language) End...

「Kazdel's oldest guard awakens from his shackles.
The King of Sarkaz had him capture a sliver of his own consciousness from nine thousand years ago.
He has never been more clear than he is now, nor has he ever forgotten.
He no longer masks his sorrow with anger. 」

I will end you all, and our fate too.

Operation story: 14-18

Before operation

Summary

W aids Amiya in confronting the revenant, and successfully dismantles its core. The airship begins to go out of control as it loses power, and the wrathful revenant has no further misgivings about attacking everyone in the team.

<Background 1>

<Background shakes>

Ines : The airship keeps increasing its power output. The skeleton's nerve bundles are getting torn apart.
Originium's already weakened the strands pretty badly.
Even if the Doctor's team shuts the airship down, if it separates from the skeleton, they won't have a way to get back here!

Logos : We'll do what we can.
Worry not. I promised them half an hour. I will not break my vow.

[Logos begins casting his Arts. ]

<Background shakes>

「The Banshee treads atop the spine, one stroke for every step, the curses he composes gathering behind him before finally sinking into the nerves.
As he sweeps his writing hand across the crimson sky, the incantations surge through the nerves, causing them to tense and lift.
The Banshee uses his bone pen as a fulcrum, commanding the countless nerve bundles via his magics.
As they tighten and constrict, the steel wrapped in their grasp screeches unceasingly. 」

<Background shakes>

「The airship howls, causing huge fragments to rain down from the skeleton's bones. 」

[Several Sarkaz continue to fire at the skeleton. ]

Ines : Theresis's Witchling army is still bombarding us.
You're going to be their easiest target if you keep standing out there like that!

Logos : No matter. It is better that way.
The shroud of fog will be enough to extinguish the raging flames.
If I do not wish it, not even the scorching sun could penetrate the white mists of the valley.
It will protect me.

[Logos casts his Arts. ]

「The thick fog at Logos's side condenses and gathers, gradually engulfing his silhouette so as to make it indistinct and untargetable.
The bombardment penetrates into his cloak of clouds, but there is not a single sound. The tracks it leaves behind are quickly filled by the fog. 」

Ines : ...
We can't fight on for too much longer, W...

<Background 2>

[An explosion rocks the airship's central chamber. ]

[Amiya catches W as she falls backwards. ]

Amiya : I've got you, W!

W : *cough*... *cough*...
Are you serious?! Don't tell me this old bastard's house can still move!
Didn't manage to find anything over there.

Kal'tsit : Do not treat the airship as an unliving piece of metal. The mere existence of the revenant is enough to make it a "weapon" out of the ordinary.
Within its walls, it will use all its might to disrupt our cognition.

「The interior of the cabin is filled with a surging black tide as far as the eye could see, while the revenant's cage fades out of your view.
Net-shaped shadows persistently, unceasingly attempt to creep up your bodies. 」

[Mon3tr growls. ]

Mon3tr : (Hatefully shaking off shadows)

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr will protect us, Doctor.
Do not injure the Doctor, Mon3tr.

「You give Mon3tr a pat, who is still lifting you atop its shoulders. 」

Doctor : Don't worry, Kal'tsit, I think we're firm friends by now.

Mon3tr : (Lively cry)

Amiya : Emotions... are flooding the entire room.
The shadows are everywhere. We can't pinpoint where the core is while we're under the influence of the revenant's Arts.

Kal'tsit : He's clearly changing his strategy.
He knows full well that with Amiya present, he cannot threaten us in the short term.

Doctor : I fear that it is not the revenant that's changing strategy. Rather... / He is buying time for someone else.

Amiya : Theresa.

W : ...

Amiya : We cannot hesitate any longer. This is our only chance.

「She raises her hands, the patterns on her ten rings beginning to flow.
Black chains manifest from them, twisting, entwining.
The chains fly forth, plunging deep into the surging tide.
The black chains bind the inky sea of shadow, gathering it into an ebony sphere. 」

<Background shakes>

「The airship howls as waves of shadow crash unceasingly against the Arts barrier.
Every time the chains are struck, Amiya is forced to resonate with the wild, chaotic frenzy of emotion. 」

Doctor : Amiya!

Amiya : I... I can endure it.
But I don't know how long I can hold it—

Kal'tsit : Amiya, clear a path forward.
Mon3tr, prepare to enter—

W : I'll do it.
I don't know what you could even do without your little pet.
Hey, hag, Her Highness can see us, right?

Kal'tsit : ...
Her will is ever-present.

W : Open the door, little bunny.
I don't think Her Highness remembers me, so I need to shift the schedule up a bit.

Amiya : ...
Okay. After you enter, I'll help you!

<Background shakes>

「The chains turn, shadows spewing out from the gaps between them. 」

W : Make way, you old coot! Can't you see I'm trying to get in?
Gragh. Such a warm welcome. You must have really liked that gift I gave you earlier.
Well no need to worry, because there's plenty more!

[W leaps forward. ]

「She yanks apart an opening between the chains, her mouth clenching onto a grenade, and after giving some shadows a few good kicks, she steps inside. 」

Doctor : We need to finish this before Theresa really gets involved.

Kal'tsit : You are right, Doctor.

「The gaps between the chains are already beginning to close.
But while no-one was looking, an imperceptible trickle of shadow manages to flow out through the tiniest of cracks...
Slowly creeping its way towards Amiya. 」

Doctor : Once we've successfully stopped the airship—

Kal'tsit : The one we next need to face is her—

King of Sarkaz...

「The revenant's voice suddenly reverberates in Amiya's mind.
Before she could even react, the shadow at her feet explodes like a raging flame. 」

Amiya : —!

「Amiya's ears ring with urgent cries calling for her. 」

Amiya : Doctor... Dr. Kal'tsit...

King of Sarkaz!

「The revenant's bellow shakes the walls of the cabin. 」

<Background flashes red>

「A lance breaks free from within the shadows, forming itself into a monstrous symbol before piercing through Amiya.
She is pinned midair in front of the black sphere. 」

Chimera! I will use your death to inscribe this brand!
The mark of the ones without roots.

<Background shakes>

「The chains chafe against one another, shear apart and slacken.
Blood drips upon the ground. 」

<Background Black>

W : —?!
What was that?

「She could still feel Amiya's presence accompanying her, somewhere, somehow. 」

W : Little bunny... Damn it. I better find that old coot fast.
"Where emotion flows clearest"... Where the hell is that?
It's too dark in here.

[W reaches into her jacket. ]

W : Let me light this place up for you, you old bast—
—?

[Her hand rummages around. ]

W : —!
Where are my *Sarkaz expletive* bombs?! No way I'd forget—

<Background fades out>

「The flowing shadows engulf her.
She suddenly feels no support under her feet, like she is drowning in the abyss. 」

W : Argh—

「It's cold. Ice cold. Why is there not a single sign of life here? 」

<Background 3>

W : This... isn't the airship, is it?

「She sees a great suit of armor, stained with rust, hacking away at a boulder in the wilderness. 」

W : A metal man... without a head?

(Ancient Sarkaz language) I have followed you along this campaign of yours, but now that even death has left us, what meaning does slaughter have still...
(Ancient Sarkaz language) If not for slaughter, where would I even go, you say?

W : I don't understand a damn word they're saying—
Wait... is that rock... talking?

「She carefully inspects everything she has on her, realizing that she truly doesn't have any pre-prepared bombs at the moment.
Revenant. Consciousness. Emotion.
The words suddenly jump into her mind. 」

W : A revenant... is inside that rock?
Was that you talking, little bunny? This was the help you said you were going to give me, right?

「There is no answer. 」

W : ...
Just hang in there, Amiya. I'll be back real quick.

「She looks toward the headless suit of armor as it drags a boulder into a Catastrophe.
A moment of silence, then she chases after it, rushing into the Catastrophe as well— 」

[Thunder claps loudly. ]

「She sees the storm within the Catastrophe sweep towards her, revenant tearing apart revenant.
She cannot sense any emotion from within. Just broken consciousness thrown into disarray by the Originium storm.
The core is not here. 」

「Among the ruins of a battlefield, a crazed revenant within a blood-drunk sword is restrained by the headless armor, forced into an ancient rock.
W is disappointed. The core is not here either. 」

「Within a forest, the headless armor breaks apart an altar that a witch coven had once worshipped, collects a runestone covered in inscriptions, and bears it upon its back.
A cowardly revenant had escaped into it, hiding among the carvings.
The core is not here either. 」

「A desolate waste, far from humanity. 」

「A plundered settlement. 」

<Background Black>

「She follows the emotions, searching unceasingly, wending her way through the emotions. Fear. Joy. Greed. Hate.
The great revenant within the armor seals away his fellows within massive chunks of rock, dragging them behind him as he wanders the lands.
But he spares a revenant below the volcano, who is concealed within a metal body.
She experiences the bursts of weak emotion that the revenant felt as he wandered, with nothing to show for it in the end.
She feels even more bewildered. What was this revenant trying to do by collecting his own kind...? 」

How many other revenants cut from the same cloth as him exist? Why were they scattered to every corner of this land?
Who were they, the ones that he spared, the ones who continuously reset their own memories, the revenants who were far from Kazdel?
And then there is the revenant in the airship, the one that set himself ablaze—

「The feeble flame within the forge sputters and flickers. 」

<Background 4>

W : Is this... the Soul Furnace in Kazdel?
No, no way. I remember the fire inside it, bright enough to light up the night sky above the city.
Why is it... so weak?
Wait, this isn't the Soul Furnace I know...

(Ancient Sarkaz language) Why have you bound us back here?!

...
My friends.
Since death spurned us, we have fought together for near a thousand years.
We have witnessed Kazdel fall and rise and fall, over and over, to the point that we have grown weary of this unchanging, endless cycle.
You left me.
Left Kazdel.
You have hidden away in despair, gotten lost within chaos, forgot yourselves in the slaughter.
But I never left our homeland.
I have walked every inch of every Kazdel!
I still remember every howl of grief for each and every Kazdel!
Kazdel...
I must do something.
And so I carve away a part of my self, to serve as kindling for this forge.

W : —!

But this flame is too weak, barely able to keep the Sarkaz alive through the winter.
I must do more.
I must grow this flame so that it may shelter them from Catastrophe.
I must grow this flame so that it may admonish any intruder!
No! It is not enough!
I want this fire to burn away those who would bring war to our doorstep!
I want this fire to rewrite our fate!

W : ...

I tear more of myself away, turning myself into ever more wood for the pyre!
But it is still not enough!
It is far from enough!
Even if I burn my all, it is still not enough!
But there is still you! Death rejects us, and the myriad souls will not admit us!
For you, I left our homeland for the first time, this home that has ignobly died a thousand times upon a thousand times!
Why... Why do you resist me?!
We once swore to protect Kazdel!
Why do you yet resist?! Do you not wish to burn it all?!
All our enemies! All our fates!
Ourselves! We too shall burn away into ash!

「The revenant roars in fury.
He throws his rust-stained armor into the forge, and then the boulders that had sealed his kin after it.
The revenant who was the first to set himself ablaze now binds his fellows, igniting them. 」

[Fire crackles. ]

「The flame of the Soul Furnace erupts.
He feels exhilaration, then anguish, and finally, numbness. 」

It needs more.
More...
...

Is there nothing left?
Am I the only one left, yet again?
No... You are here too, Sarkaz.

W : ...

But your soul is weak and frail.
You are not worthy of the flame.

W : Hah, I kinda like you now, you old bastard.

But you are worthy of witnessing this new Kazdel.
For you too are Sarkaz.

「The revenant leaps into the raging flame. His final scrap of kindling is himself.
W stands by the edge of the forge, the fire nipping at the ends of her hair.
She lets out a sigh, pinching the sparks dead. 」

W : ...
You still haven't told me where to find the damn thing I'm looking for, you old coot!
If only I had some explosives on hand...
Bam, bang, boom! I'd just blast a way right through the fire.
Hmph.

「She jumps down into the forge. 」

「She is burning within the flames. Agony. She screams curse after curse after curse.
The revenant's wail.
Sorrow. Everlasting sorrow. 」

I will burn everything away.
My kin. The past. Hatred itself.

「She continues to drop down, falling free, until she approaches the embers of the very first kindling.
The first revenant who set himself alight.
Within the fires of the forge, she sees the ever-shifting core.
Her tears are wiped away by the heat. Heh.
She smirks, holding the core of the soul that could burn anything and everything. 」

W : I've got you now, you old bastard.

The fires cannot be quenched. From one forge to the next...
My shattered soul will burn in yet another cage.
Until I can finally rest in true death's embrace.

W : Get! Down! Here!

[W lands. ]

「The moment that W touches the forge of the burning soul onboard the airship, a burst of fire separates from it, engulfing her in flames.
The unrelenting heat surges towards her. The revenant intends to burn away the Sarkaz who betrayed her clan.
The heat of the engine is already enough to sear the flesh of her hands. 」

Let go or die!

W : Shut the fuck up, you stupid ghost!

「Casting aside all concern, she holds tight to the airship's true engine. 」

W : Aaaaaagh—

The revenant withdraws himself at an unprecedented speed.
He must return to his forge, immolate himself in the sin-bearing flames—
"W!"

<Background flashes>

「Black Arts pierce the fires, encircling W.
The shadows rushing at her halt for a moment, then find themselves unable to penetrate the black barrier. 」

You dare obstruct me yet again!

「The revenant circles around W's back, becoming her shadow.
He opens himself up, as if he were two great jet-black wings, enveloping all— 」

[Metal creaks and tears... ]

W : Get down here already!

*Ancient Sarkaz profanity*!

[...until the core is finally ripped out. ]

<Background fades out>

「The screeching of the engine cuts off.
At last, the beating heart of the flying fortress that had roared across the skies above Londinium and threatened the lives of each and every Victorian stops. 」

<Background Black>

[Footsteps are running. ]

W : *pant*... *pant*...

「"W! W! Wake up, W!" 」

W : Old hag—?

<Background 5>

Mon3tr : (Excited growl)

[W snaps awake. ]

W : —?!
Who said you could carry me?! Let go, or I'll stick a bomb onto your claws!

Mon3tr : (Disapproving poke)

Kal'tsit : I can only give you some basic wound treatment, W. We have another issue to solve at the moment.

W : I'm fine. I'm not so easy to kill.
Hey, little bunny, we did some pretty good work together just n—
Amiya, you... How'd you get that badly wounded?

「You stretch out an arm to support Amiya, the girl's petite frame trembling slightly. 」

Doctor : The revenant suddenly attacked Amiya. / It was thanks to you that we defeated him.

Amiya : *cough*... Don't worry about me... It isn't that bad.

Kal'tsit : We should prepare to return to the skeleton now.
The airship has gone completely out of control ever since it lost power.

[The Doctor activates his transceiver. ]

Doctor : We're all finished on our end, Logos.

Logos : I am glad to hear that you are all safe.
Please wait a moment. I will provide immediate support.

[Transmission ends. ]

Kal'tsit : I hope that we can make it in time...

W : Wait, how come I don't see him?
That old bastard that I ripped apart—

「She sees the damaged engine on the floor, bereft of flame, bereft of grief.
The soul-binding core finally shows its true form. 」

W : This thing was his core? Kinda looks like a cannon. Seems like it would be pretty handy.

[W picks it up and slings it over her back. ]

W : Hmph, the miserable thing ruined my weapons back there, so I guess I can call this my compensation.
He...
Hey, little bunny, you saw it too, right? That old ghost's whole life and all, could be considered rather... what's the right term for it again?
Magnificent in all its glory?

Amiya : W...

W : I don't give a musbeast's ass about his sob story.
...I'm just thinking about Her Highness.
This ship, those ghosts of Babel, and the revenant...

Amiya : We haven't seen Theresa at all.
Where is she?

Doctor : We've all got lots of questions. / We can face the truth together.

W : Hey, don't look at me like that. I really don't want to hear that kind of talk from you right now.
And what're you staring at me for, old hag?
I already told you, I won't kill Hood here in front of you, for your sake.

Kal'tsit : You don't feel different, in any sort of way?

W : Different?

Kal'tsit : The revenant has been completely cut off from death.
But he does not reside within this shattered core.

W : Are you saying that he's hiding in my body? I'm in no mood for your crone lies right now.
Let me give myself a once-over...

[W looks around her body. ]

W : Not here... Not over here either... Definitely not down here...

Doctor : W, your back...

W : Nah, isn't that just the airship core? You all saw me rip it apart, right?
Wait, I thought this thing was broken?
Why's it look brand-new—

「The shadows are flowing within the pipes in the core. Its damaged body is repairing itself with what is clearly metal gleaned from fragments of the airship. 」

W : Self-repair?

Kal'tsit : No, this is not self-repair.
Mon3tr, Structural Fortification!

Mon3tr : (Furious roaring)

[A slash repels Mon3tr. ]

Mon3tr : (Pained howl)

「The shadows flow down from the core's body, showing no signs of exhaustion.
In the blink of an eye, all you can see is black. 」

You—
You have destroyed my hopes of breaking free from the wheel.
Everything I have done, all for naught!
After suffering in the flames for hundreds of years, I was to finally welcome death's late embrace!
But no! Once more you deny me this right!
No more will I be bound! No more will I be merciful!
You have freed me—
And so may you all die in my stead!

<Background fades out>

「You see shadows darker than black.
It is the color of the soul.
His lance, forged from his lifetime of suffering, is aimed right at you. 」

After operation

Summary

Theresa finally shows as the revenant dissipates, rescuing it and entering an unknown space.

A flash of cognition... in the gloom...
A consciousness... nearly eaten away by disordered emotion...
Unable to perceive... Unable to be perceived...

「The outermost layer of the fortress in the skies above the Shard begins to break apart, its many fragments falling like a rain of iron spilling across the ground.
The enormous skeleton halts in place, its nerve bundles still wrapped around the airship.
The revenant's final consciousness is dissipating. 」

You promised me that future beyond question, Theresa.
But your followers have become hindrances upon your path.
My fellow souls are in disarray from centuries worth of scorching flame.
This forge was meant to be my cage, my execution chamber wherein I could slit my own throat.
I have not yet paid back the price for betraying my clan!
This is the last thing I can do, Theresa...

[Flames spark in the chamber. ]

「A violent ignition.
The shadows dissipate from within the inferno, and the flames envelop the airship, tearing apart the nerve bundles.
They charge towards you too. 」

And as for you all—
You use false words to place yourselves atop a pedestal of virtue.
Use lies of deliverance to cover the scars Sarkaz inflict on themselves only to survive.
You dare not even confront her death—

<Background White>

??? : There was no need for you to come here.

Doctor : ... / Theresa?

<Background 6>

Theresa : Are you here to look for Amiya? Or perhaps...

Doctor : Are you injured? / Is that child by your side... Amiya?

Theresa : So that is your answer, Doctor...

「You try to step forward, but your body fails to move. You are separated from the scene by an untouchable barrier.
You finally realize that this is not reality.
This is what the revenant has compelled you to see.
A scene of truth. 」

Doctor : Wait... They're...

「You see many figures by your side advance.
You recognize their weapons and armor. You have seen their shadows before, rather recently in fact... 」

Doctor : Weren't they the apparitions aboard the airship?!

「Have they come to protect Theresa?
No, that's not right...
You see them draw their swords against the wounded King of Sarkaz. 」

[The assassins stab her. ]

「You see a scene that you could never have imagined.
Theresa fallen in a pool of blood, protecting the sleeping Amiya in her embrace.
Her murderers surround you.
You and them, conspirators all.
... 」

<Background 1>

Doctor : What was that...

「The fleeting scenes melt away, returning your consciousness to reality.
You look at W, Kal'tsit and Amiya. You see the expressions on their faces. You realize that you were not the only one watching those visions unfurl. 」

[A shadow of the revenant lingers nearby. ]

W : ...

Kal'tsit : ...

Amiya : ...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : W...

「The calmness of this dangerous mercenary's expression feels rather strange. You feel as though she should be flying into a rage.
But she does not.
She doesn't even glance at you. Gripping the cannon in her hands tightly instead, she is staring at the revenant's remnant shadows. 」

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Kal'tsit...

「Kal'tsit looks back at you.
Her emerald-green eyes remain calm and collected as ever, but you notice a tinge of sorrow that was not there before. 」

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Amiya...

「Amiya stares ahead blankly in a daze, her arm outstretched, as though trying to grasp something.
But all her fingers find purchase on is nothingness. 」

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : Remain calm, Dr. {nickname}. I ask that you stand behind me and Mon3tr.
As I have told you before, I knew what happened in the past, but I had my reasons to keep it from you.
I approved of Theresa's choice back then, and telling you as you are now, the truth would not have been of any use.
But...

But Theresa...
Was it also your choice to allow the revenant to show visions of the past to us, here and now?

Kal'tsit : Doctor...
It is true that during our time in Chernobog, and even after, I had my doubts about you.
But the choices that you have made since are proof enough that you truly do walk the same road as us.
Calm down. Do not waver.

Hypocrite.
Coward—

[W throws a bomb at the revenant's shadow. ]

W : ...Shut up.
How dare you use Theresa to try and sow discord between us.
Just disappear already.

[The shadow vanishes in the explosion. ]

W : ...Enough.
Kal'tsit, tell your monster to hang back a bit. Wasn't really prepared to do this right now.
I know that old thing's not going to make up some fake movie when he's right about to die.
I'm not an idiot. There couldn't have been anyone else who murdered Theresa.
There must have been an explanation for what happened back then, but killing someone who doesn't remember anything...
That doesn't interest me at all.

「Surprise. Doubt. Sorrow.
The incomprehensible truth is like a sledgehammer striking at your heart.
You feel difficult to even begin to recover from the shock. The calm tone of the two before you didn't help you forgive yourself. 」

Doctor : Amiya...

「You look at the silent girl, her face streaked with tears.
You want to say something, but she is the one who speaks first. 」

Amiya : Doctor... I knew.
Or rather... I suspected it a long time ago.

Kal'tsit : Amiya?

Amiya : I still remember... why Dr. Kal'tsit had to send the Doctor to Chernobog to heal after the accident.
And the reasons the elite operators gave when they opposed the decision to rescue the Doctor.
Even if everybody was quiet about it, I could still guess. There was only one possibility.

Doctor : ......

Amiya : I have guessed, but I still don't understand...
The Doctor I knew, the one who saved me, brought me so many different places, told me so many stories...
The one who brought me back to Babel, the one who tried anything and everything to cure my Oripathy, the one who promised me that I had a future...
That incredibly kind person, why did that Doctor... why did that one kill the equally kind Theresa, the person who loved everyone...

Doctor : I don't remember. / I don't know.

Amiya : I still have so many questions I want to ask you, Doctor.
The you who rescued me, the you who murdered Theresa, the you who stands before me right now... In the end, which one is the true you, Dr. {nickname}?
I just didn't know how to ask you...
Since you awoke from the sarcophagus, despite the loss of your memories, you always stood with us no matter the danger... How could I believe someone like this could be a murderer?

Doctor : I promise you.
I will find an answer.

「You reach a hand out to Amiya. 」

<Background shakes>

Amiya : Doctor!

「The deck of the airship suddenly begins to shake violently. Amiya immediately grabs your hand.
The dark shadows that once gathered within the cabin have begun to bloom in the sky.
Below the glow of the crimson horizon, a black blossom, dark enough to swallow all light, furled itself around the airship. 」

Kal'tsit : The airship is collapsing.
We must withdraw immediately.

[The group runs as the airship starts breaking apart. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[Several shadows appear. ]

Doctor : —! / Those shadows are trying to block our escape route!

Amiya : Stand behind me, Doctor—

??? : "Collapse not in disorder".
As I speak these words, thus do nature's laws restructure.

<Background flashes>

「The shadows enshrouding your thoughts are dispersed.
Golden incantations break apart the inky blackness, raining down upon the damaged areas of the airship.
The words fall apart as they touch the surface before reforming, suturing together the ship's broken body, healing its wounds. 」

Doctor : Logos!

Logos : Everyone, allow me to handle the shattered fragments.
Pass through the shadow. The skeletal nerves that will ferry us back are ready.

[Logos readies his Arts. ]

「The banshee's bone pen hangs down from his hand, lightly touching upon the surface of the shadow.
With shadow as parchment, the banshee scribes his incantations with restless flicks of his wrist.
Golden veins wend their way through the shadows, as the fires are slowly extinguished. 」

[The airship begins to explode. ]

W : I can see the nerve bundle!

Kal'tsit : We're ready to withdraw, Logos.

Logos : Very well.

Amiya : Hold my hand tight, Doctor—

[As they were about to cross, the nerves suddenly tore apart. ]

<Background fades to white>

Doctor : The nerves... snapped?

「You all fall back down onto the deck of the airship. The hull beneath your feet continues to shake, but the revenant keeps his silence.
The shadows circle underneath everyone's feet, as though mocking you.
White crystals extrude from the hull, radiating a cleansing light.
A gentle light. A graceful light. A light that pacifies all confusion, mayhem and disorder.
The rays wash over the shadow, becoming ever more dazzling.
The purest white erases all color around you. 」

<Background fades to black>

「Immediately after, a black hole appears in the distance, devouring the radiance whole. 」

「Darkness. Tranquility.
Amidst the pitch-black dark, a singularity emits its first ray of light.
The light of thought. The light of emotion. The light of rebirth.
The ray of weak, reddish light begins to grow and expand.
Illuminating the hand that wrought it.
Illuminating— 」

Doctor : Theresa...

「She walks forth from the darkness... No, she has been there all along.
It is just that for a moment, she chose to let her gaze fall upon you. For only a moment.
Within her embrace, the revenant's scattered consciousness coalesces once more.
All his sorrow. All his misery. All his rage.
They dissipate as she consoles him, and at last, the revenant returns to serenity.
She carries her compatriot, abandoned by death as he is. She brings rebirth. She rewrites fate. 」

Doctor : Theresa!

「There is no response, but you manage to glean some curious information from her expression.
You dare not say for sure.
Everyone holds their breath because of her presence. Everyone awaits the first words out of her mouth.
Silence.
She says nothing, retreating back into the gloom. 」

<Background 5>

「She leaves no tracks. It is like she were never here.
But everyone understands that she has finally taken action. 」

W : Did I miss Her Highness say something—

<Background shakes>

W : Hey, wait, the airship's moving again?! It's even at full speed!
I thought the old fossil was—

Kal'tsit : It is Originium.
We have gotten too close to Amnannam. The airship is an Originium-rich environment, and its stocks onboard fuel it with energy.

Amiya : Theresa...?

<Background 7>

<Background shakes>

Ines : The nerve connections snapped?

「Through the openings in the skeleton, she sees that the great witchcraft-powered construct has already broken free of the nerve bindings, now hurtling at unchasable speeds towards Amnannam hanging in the sky. 」

Ines : W...!

[Hoederer stands up. ]

Ines : Hoederer! You're awake?

Hoederer : Emergency landing...

Ines : What did you say?

Hoederer : The Feranmut... It left a final bit of energy inside the Lifebone.
Perform an emergency landing... in Londinium, somewhere safe...

Ines : W and the others are still on the airship!

Hoederer : I already... promised Dr. Kal'tsit... and the Doctor.
To do everything we can... to save more lives.
All we can do... is try our best...

Ines : But—

<Background Black>

「Many have called you by these titles.
"The evil spirit of Babel". "The Doctor of Rhodes Island".
Many have believed in you. Believed that you always make the right decision. That no matter how despairing the circumstances, you would always be able to find a way out.
But—
You are far from omnipotent. 」

<Background shakes>

「It all happens in a flash of lightning.
Theresa does not reappear, having gathered up the shadows and taken them with her.
As you approach the Cunabula of Suffering, the crystallization advances ever more rapidly.
Now that the tides of shadow have retreated, you finally notice that the crystals have covered the entirety of the airship. 」

「Your companions still stand by your side. They are great fighters all, but in the face of this fated disaster, you are all powerless.
The airship, unable to stop, rams into Amnannam—
And is brought to a standstill. 」

<Background 5>

Amiya : —!

<Background fades to black>

「The instant that the ship is about to touch Amnannam, the colossal vessel, once hurtling at full speed, is slowed to a crawl.
Time itself stagnates.
The great Originium tree rapidly grows new limbs, firmly grasping the airship.
The lush branches quickly extend and envelop the ship.
You see everyone trapped in that moment.
You see the Originium grow wildly.
You see Amiya anxiously stretch her hand out towards you. 」

「This was the moment that time stopped for her. You can even see her shouting your name.
But pure Originium covers her body at a terrifying speed, and the words never manage to leave her mouth.
It spreads.
You rush towards her, but you are nowhere near fast enough.
It engulfs.
You see the Originium about to swallow up the final dregs of her body.
Amiya!
You muster all your strength to extend your hand, trying to grab hold of hers... but you are too late.
You are no longer able to take hold of her hand.
A torrent of jumbled information rushes into your mind.
It is like you are seeing a tranquil world, one completely turned into Originium.
Amiya... Kal'tsit... Logos... W...
All of Rhodes Island. All of Londinium. All of the battlefield. All of Terra. 」

Doctor : Amiya!

「No, this is not what you wanted to see.
How could you allow all this to happen?
Stop. Stop! 」

Doctor : STOP!

<Background fades to white>

「You did it, Dr. {nickname}. 」

Operation story: 14-19

Before operation

Summary

The Doctor awakens in an unknown space, accompanied by Priestess.

「You might not remember exactly what today means to you.
It would lead you into great danger if you do so.
...
No.
You must remember. 」

<Background fades out>

Distant Voice : ...Condition... Stable...
...Sorry...
For making you suffer again.

??? : ...
Hold my hand tight, Doctor.
Next time, please don't leave me without saying a word.
You wouldn't accept something like this happening again either, right?
Mmm... What's wrong, Dr. {nickname}?
Why are you looking at me so strangely?

<Background 1>

Doctor : (Unknown language) Pries... tess...?

Priestess : *sigh* Where did you manage to learn such a strange language this time around?
Did you sneakily upload your cognition to some civilization out on the tip of the spiral arm in this round of hibernation?
Alright, I'd just like to reconfirm whether or not your capability for language has been properly restored.
Don't tell me that you've even forgotten my name just because you've had a big nap.
Come on, say my name again. The database will analyze all of your voice data.

Doctor : Pries...tess...

Priestess : You recovered rather quickly, {nickname}.
But since your body has only just revived, it still hasn't fully acclimated yet.
So don't make any sudden movements. NX-07 will press you back into bed if you do. Its new orders are rather difficult to rescind, so I'm afraid that my hands are tied.

Doctor : You... Where am I?

Priestess : You're still on "Rhodes Island", of course. Our home.

Doctor : You mean... just me? / What about the others... on Rhodes Island...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You mean... just me?

Priestess : Just you? Hey, I'm here too.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : What about the others... on Rhodes Island...

Priestess : ...You really do keep asking this every time.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Priestess : It all happened so fast. The damage to the defense array exceeded ninety percent, and with all the extreme environmental damage we received, the repair units were finding it difficult to restore everything in the short time that we had.
Not long after you began your hibernation, many of our colleagues left, one after the other. Everyone wanted to treasure the time they had before the stars fell. I understand how they felt.
Now it's just the two of us left. Of course, AMa-10 is still here as well. She's in good spirits, and still rather lively.
But don't worry, what's left of Rhodes Island can still maintain its basic functions. We still have some time.
When you are here with me, {nickname}, I'm not afraid of the end.
No matter if our bodies collapse, or if our consciousnesses freeze, or if the laws of the universe invert, I can accept it all with open arms.
I need only have you by my side.

Doctor : ...

Priestess : You seem rather absent-minded today. Still not fully awake from your dream, {nickname}?

「She takes your hand, pressing it against her cheek.
The touch of her skin is warm. Its corporeality snaps you out of your dream. 」

Priestess : If that's the case, then I would like to know what you dreamed of.
Although I will say that I would prefer if I were in it.

Doctor : ... / Dream...? / A very long dream...?

<Flashback starts here>

「"Terra".
That land... Catastrophe... Oripathy...
You wandered that land for several years. Felt how real everything was. All too real. 」

「The jubilant cries of the masses still echo in your ears.
The Catastrophes have not yet stifled all hope. Beneath the trauma and the suffering, you can still feel a warmth, enduring, eternal.
It is warm. It is touching. You are surrounded by a gentle crowd of people.
'Rhodes Island'.
You will never forget Rhodes Island.
Rhodes Island healed your scars. Rhodes Island allowed you to have your regrets.
You are still standing with it, aren't you? 」

<Background fades out>

「You have been to lands covered in ice and snow with them. 」

<Background fades out>

「Felt the soft sand at the shore with them. 」

<Background fades out>

「Witnessed how they live. 」

<Background fades out>

「Witnessed how they die. 」

<Background fades out>

「They convince you that—
In a unjust land that should have been burnt away, ideals are still worth believing in. 」

<Background fades out>

「You accompanied those idealists against the surging heat, no matter if it would sear your flesh. 」

<Background fades out>

「You saw vile empires, and the sorrow of those unable to fight their fate. 」

<Background fades out>

「You could never forget... 」

「Her. 」

<Background fades out>

「She has never left you. 」

「They have never left you. 」

<Background fades out>

「"Doctor..."
"Doctor!" 」

Doctor : (Unknown language) Amiya...

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Priestess : Doctor!
Your mind's wandered off again. It seems you have a penchant for speaking in that alien language.

Doctor : Those experiences... were real. / That was no dream.

Priestess : And what's wrong with that?
We have always had the power to define dreams and reality in our own hands, {nickname}.
When our consciousnesses traverse the universe across countless light years, and we participate in sacrificial rituals to a white dwarf in the frozen wastelands, how would we define these experiences?
Once you return to this body of yours, how would you be able to determine if information that must wait millions of years to be captured is dream or reality?

Doctor : ...

Priestess : Wait, you're not seriously thinking that over, are you?

Doctor : Priestess...

Priestess : What is it, {nickname}?

Doctor : Why do I know your name, when we've never met?

Priestess : "Never met"... So, you've finally noticed.
I'm happy to hear you say that. It means that you are very close to finding the real me.
But I can't help but feel a little disappointed.
Because of that minor mishap, your memories... have been damaged beyond repair, and there is nothing that I can do about it.

Doctor : Is this place here... also Rhodes Island? / Have I been here before?

Priestess : Here... It's "The unknowable".
We made a wish together when we created this place.
When the last warmth of the stars dissipates, and the weave of time falls apart into chaos, we will let the darkness wrap around the two of us like a blanket.

Doctor : It sounds like you're describing a tomb.

Priestess : We will wait until this world and the starry sky above welcome their final moments... Our universe will become an immense tomb of its own.
There is no hope in any corner of any star in the heavens. Each and every speck of cosmic debris that seems to hold possibility of salvation has long since been found and examined by us.
Every attempt at resistance only ended in its premature destruction. Every exploration only deepened our despair.
The conclusion was rather simple. Any life formed from ordinary matter is unable to escape. Any knowable technology is unable to prevail over our inevitable end.
My apologies, {nickname}.
It's just that it has been a rather long time since I last had the opportunity to tell you everything I wanted to say.

Doctor : Were we... intimate?

Priestess : Intimate? I wouldn't use that term to describe our relationship.
It belittles all that we have experienced together in the past.

Doctor : I don't remember any of it.

Priestess : It's fine, I'm not upset.
Though your mind may not remember, I am sure that in the deepest recesses of your consciousness, deeper than any probe or instrument can reach, there are still traces of me.
If it were not the case, then why would you allow me to keep holding your hand like this?

Doctor : Hmm... / Did we do this a lot in the past?

Priestess : "Holding hands"... Yes, we had many different ways to 'hold hands'. Much of the time, we had no need to use any specific part of the body to do it.
The first time we met, I was flying about an oceanic planet. I used its star as my unchanging anchor, following the line where night met day, flying loop after loop after loop.
The star died soon after. The ocean below me dissociated in an instant, revealing the bare, dark red skeleton of the planet.
Someone tugged at me from behind, pulling me within a nebula, even more serene than the planet I had just left.
That one explained to me that although they knew I was most likely not at any risk, there was not enough time to confirm which starfield my original form was in, forcing them to use their ship to salvage my consciousness beacon.
That was the first time I stepped aboard that ovoid ship. It was not big, but quite agile, and it had already been to countless numbers of stellar systems.
I took the ship to a planet far from the hustle and bustle. I showed the master of the ship my seaside laboratory, and I stepped closer.
And just like what we're doing now... We shook hands.
"My name is Priestess, a linguist. I am researching the final sound waves emitted by planets as they die. I like quietly spending my time alone, but I also wanted to find someone to explore the universe with."
And now...
It's your turn.

Doctor : Me? Introduce myself?
I am... {nickname}.

Priestess : How wonderful. We got to know each other once again.
Oh, right, you seemed somewhat hesitant back then as well. In that age, people were already showing less and less closeness in their associations with others.
Thankfully, we are rather alike. You unselfishly shared your experiences of your travels with me, and even extended me an invitation.
We leapt across time and space, exploring every nook and cranny of the cosmos. At times we travelled via your ship, but most of the time, we projected our consciousnesses to and from distant worlds.
You would describe to me the rise and fall of many different civilizations, the rhythm hidden within the birth and death of the stars.
As our thoughts collided with one another, we would work our way through countless iterations. When we stopped to look back, we realized that we had already far surpassed everyone else.

「She flips her hand and shows me a piece of purest crystal. 」

Doctor : ...Originium.

Priestess : A crystal formed from our contentions and collisions, condensing the innumerable truths left behind by the pioneers who watched the cosmos.
It is truly a beauty.

「She places the Originium into your hand lightly, then holds your hand in hers. Together, you are holding this wondrous creation. 」

Priestess : Everyone said that I was the one who created Originium and the future both, as though I were akin to a god.
But I always knew that the true genius was you, {nickname}.

Doctor : ...

Priestess : You have forgotten... but you shouldn't have.
As I walked along the path to creating it, I never ceased to follow in your footsteps.
I feared that there would come a time that I would fall behind you in the field of debate. Feared that you would realize that I was not your equal.
Or no, perhaps you had noticed... Perhaps you had slowed your steps once, waiting for me to catch up to you.
But now, I will never know the answer.

Doctor : Does it... bother you?

Priestess : It does, but I have accepted this fact. I would say that actually, it makes me rather happy.
You still hide many secrets that captivate me.
Besides, from your perspective, I, as I am now, am the same as you in this regard.
Am I wrong, {nickname}?

Doctor : I... am still rather puzzled.

Priestess : Well, you can continue to find your answers here then.
This is our shared creation, our shared past, and it conceals our shared secrets.
You and I need only walk together—

Doctor : Sorry, but I have more pressing concerns now. / I must first confirm some important matters.

Priestess : ...
I had wanted to share a few things I had been keeping in your stead with you.
The things that you once described to me, your ideas and vision that you have completely forgotten.
I wanted to let you know all that we had accomplished.
Perhaps this would have helped you to remember the past, remember me.
But I can see what you are thinking, sense what you are feeling.
You are still plagued by endless doubts, even now.
"Amiya", "Kal'tsit"—

Doctor : —!

Priestess : I... don't want to put you in a dilemma. I respect your decision.

<Background fades out>

「Her hand touches the darkness— 」

Priestess : But there is one thing that I am sure of, {nickname}.
That when you are truly confused by everything, you will remember: the answers you seek were here all along.
I will be here.

<Background fades to white>

Go, "Doctor". Go solve your conundrums.
All that you wish for, I am able to grant.
And once all the grand rhythms and minute pulsations have fallen into silence...
You will return to my side.

After operation

Summary

The Doctor leaves that mysterious place, only to appear in Rhodes Island, surrounded by unexpected companions.

「I have returned.
It feels like it has been a very long time since I left, and I have not come back to the ship for a good night's rest in quite a while either.
Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit, Siege...
Has the war outside ended? Finally, I can have a rest.
I'd like nothing more than a bowl of hot vegetable soup at the cafeteria, then plop myself down in my bed in the dorms.
What about Theresa? At this hour, she should be—
...
No... No, that's not right...
Theresa is gone. 」

[A door opens. ]

「The room is empty. Nobody is waiting for my return.
I clearly remember that on many nights in the past, there would be someone who would tell me a whole library's worth of stories to put me to sleep.
But now, they are no longer here.
Wait... Why is there a piece of clothing on the bed?
A white dress, with a neat corsage sewn to the collar. The needlework is deft, clearly done by a very experienced hand.
"White suits you, Amiya."
Theresa...? 」

<Background fades to black>

Distant Voice : ...Doctor!

Approaching Voice : Can you hear my voice?

Kal'tsit : Doctor!

[A door swings open. ]

<Background 2>

<Background is blurry>

Kal'tsit : Doctor...
You are here, as I surmised.

Doctor : (I feel rather unwell.) / (What happened just now?) / (Where am I?)

Kal'tsit : Based on how you look, you seem in poor health.
I am afraid that there's no way for me to do a physical examination here, Doctor. Please keep your head clear and look at me.
Did you... manage to remember something?

「You hear the woman's stern but caring words, and you make an effort to open your eyes wide. 」

<Background sharpens>

「Your vision gradually clears as the various parts of your body regain their functionality.
You slowly open your mouth— 」

Doctor : (Unknown language) Kal'tsit... / (Unknown language) Where am I?

Kal'tsit : —!

「Your shattered consciousness reassembles, your fragmented thoughts realign with one another. You are now able to determine that you are standing on solid ground.
You look around, certain of the familiarity of your surroundings. You have spent quite a long time here before.
The expression on the woman before you turns rather strange. Even hostile. 」

Doctor : (Unknown language) Who am I... / ... / Who am I?

<Flashback starts here>

<Background fades to black>

「I am Dr. {nickname} of Rhodes Island. 」

<Background 2>

Doctor : Amiya! / Kal'tsit! Why are we on Rhodes Island?

Kal'tsit : You...
...It seems you still remember who you are.
Amiya is not here with us. What I can say for certain that this is not the original Rhodes Island.

Doctor : We were separated from the others? / Where are Logos and W?

Kal'tsit : You are the only one I have seen since I arrived here.
Are you sure you don't know what is going on?

Doctor : I'm as confused as you are.

Kal'tsit : ...

Doctor : Do you... / ...not believe me?

Kal'tsit : ...A certain degree of precaution is necessary in these circumstances.
Be on guard, Doctor. We must leave here, no matter what.
This is not a place that we are familiar with. I do not know what unexpected complications we may encounter.
Still, I will do everything I can to protect you. Don't stray too far from me.

<Background 3>

[Several Operators are practicing in the training room. ]

Kroos : No... No more...
I'm so tuckered out that I could sleep for an entire month.

Fang : Don't be like that, Kroos!
This is a live combat exercise! You need to treat the training room like the battlefield!

Beagle : You can be real fierce sometimes, Captain...

Fang : Focus up. There's still lots of training drills arranged by the instructors to go.

Kroos : Why so serious... They're not even here—
Oh, Doctor!

Doctor : Good morning, Kroos. / Is everyone... here?

Fang : Kroos!

Kroos : Oh, don't worry, the Doctor's definitely not going to tattle on us to the instructors.
Let me just take a nap here before—

Stern Voice : I thought I gave you combat training exercises, not combat sleeping ones.

Fang : ...We're doomed.

[Ace walks in the room. ]

Ace : Attention, all members of A1 Detachment!

The Whole Team : Sir!

Ace : All of you, a hundred laps around the training room, then fifty sets of stamina training exercises, on the double!

The Whole Team : Yessir...

[The team start despondently jogging. ]

Ace : Sorry you had to see that, Doctor.
It's been too long since Rhodes Island experienced battle. These young fighters of ours can be a little slack.
So I guess it's up to me to tighten them up.

Doctor : ...
Letting them grow up peacefully isn't so bad...

Ace : Of course, but they still need to be prepared for any dangers we may come across.
It'll be fine. No need to trouble yourself over their training. I'll handle it.
You've been working real hard lately, Doctor. Go take a rest.
Don't worry. We'll be keeping watch.

[Ace walks off. ]

Doctor : Did you see all that too, Kal'tsit? / Am I dreaming?

Kal'tsit : I saw the same scene unfurl as you did. They truly do exist here.
Dreams would not be so clear, and this is not a scene out of your memory.

Doctor : It would be nice if everything here was real... / No, it definitely isn't real.

Kal'tsit : Keep a clear head, Doctor.
We must press onwards.

<Background 4>

[The Elite Ops are celebrating in the bar. ]

Outcast : Rare to see you here, Doctor.
Got time to sit down and have a drink? Everything's on my tab, for one night only.

Doctor : It's lively here. / Sure is a lot of people, isn't it?

Touch : Did you forget, Doctor? Today's Outcast's retirement party.

Sharp : Here's to our venerate elder.

[Everyone clinks glasses. ]

Outcast : Oh, shut it, Sharp. I'm barely older than you are.

Doctor : Thank you for all that you've done for Rhodes Island, Outcast. / I wish you a happy retirement.

Pith : Here's to you, Outcast. We'll always remember your many deeds and exquisite marksmanship.

Blaze : I can't believe that Outcast is leaving us...
There'sh not gonna to be anyone left to... *hic* drink wish me on weekend nights...

Outcast : Hey, I'm just retiring. Not even a Lateran funeral would be this sentimental.
Plus, even if I drink so much tonight that I don't wake up tomorrow, I'd call my life a life well lived.
My memories of working alongside you all are my greatest treasures, and I'll bring them to the grave with me along with my patron firearm.
Just make sure that it's Rangers teaching the youngsters how to shoot.

Blaze : You're drunk, Outcast. He uses a gun, how's he s'pposed to teach kids 'bout—*burp*—shootin' a Sankta crossbow?

Pith : You need to cut back, Blaze. You're talking nonsense again.

Outcast : Pah, both need you to keep one eye open and one eye shut. Not too big a difference.

[A glass breaks nearby. ]

Outcast : Oh, looks like we're not the only ones at the bar tonight.

<Background fades out and in>

Indra : I'm serious, Dagda!
Show me how powerful the fist of a Knight of the Tower can be!

Dagda : ...Just remember, you asked for this.

[Dagda cracks her knuckles and throws a punch. ]

Baird : Hey! This isn't the boxing gym! We're guests here on Rhodes Island, so don't go about making trouble!

[The two ignore Baird and keep brawling. ]

Allerdale : I've had my fair share of times like this before.

Vina : Now that you're formally a member of the Steam Knights, are you going to break things off with street loafers like us?

Allerdale : Oh, stop it... Have you made your decision, Vina?

Vina : I see no real reason for me to hesitate. My days in Norport might have been some of the happiest in my life, and I don't really see any need to return to the palace.
Alexandrina Vina Victoria is a descendant of the royal family, but she is also a normal, honorable Victorian.
You are now an honorable Steam Knight, Allerdale, I the honorable Siege.
I believe that these lives of ours are for the best.

Allerdale : Peaceful lives. Such precious things.

Vina : To life.

Allerdale : To Victoria.

[The two clink glasses. ]

Vina : Whenever you're in the mood, we should go out and have a stroll together. Perhaps throw some stones at the dukes' windows?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : How wonderful.

Kal'tsit : You still remember each and every one of them. The regret you feel over their tragic fates is clear on your face.
Otherwise you would not be seeing such things.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...

Kal'tsit : What do you feel, Doctor?
Gratification? Confusion? Perhaps anger?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : This isn't real.

Kal'tsit : These are the scenes that your subconscious mind wished to see.
You hoped that they were all real, didn't you?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : Who else will I see here?

Kal'tsit : Only you can answer that.
Let us continue, Doctor.
No matter what you see, you must face it. Surmount it.

<Background 2>

Talulah : I'm back, Doctor. It's been a while.

Doctor : ... / ...Talulah?

Talulah : Hehe, it hasn't been that long. Don't recognize me anymore?
I was out setting up an Infected treatment center in the north of Ursus. Took quite a lot of effort.
Thankfully the workers in town were all supporting us, nothing the local lord could do but compromise. We managed to get the land that we needed out of the deal.

Doctor : Reunion doesn't exist...?

Talulah : Are you trying to crack a joke, Doctor, or have you just woken up?
If Reunion didn't exist, then who would be helping Rhodes Island with treating the Infected in Ursus?

Doctor : And Kashchey? What about him?

Talulah : Why would you suddenly bring up the dead Black Snake?
Did you want me to thank you again? Very well. After all, it was only thanks to Rhodes Island that Ursus and I were able to cast off that mastermind and start a new future for countless people.

Cold Voice : Doctor.

Doctor : No... / (Do not look back.)

[A familiar-looking Cautus approaches from behind. ]

FrostNova : Doctor?

Doctor : .........
FrostNova...
You shouldn't be here.

FrostNova : Why?
You told me to give you my report immediately after completing the missions, no?

Doctor : Missions... for Rhodes Island?

FrostNova : Who else would I do them for? I've always been a Rhodes Island Operator.

Doctor : ...

FrostNova : You look strange, Doctor. Am I standing too close and making you feel cold?

Doctor : This isn't right. / This isn't... / THIS ISN'T RIGHT!

<Background cracks and shatters>

「One by one, the lively crew shed their visages, shifting into indistinct, jet-black shadows.
They do not appear dangerous. They just slowly drift around you. 」

<Background 5>

Doctor : Kal'tsit... What are they?

Kal'tsit : This is no illusion or dream. It is all real, in a sense.
All the people, all the things you have encountered in the past exist within your imagination. They took their forms based on what you most hoped to see.

Doctor : They sully our memories. / How can you stay so calm?

Kal'tsit : These scenes affect me as much as they do you, Doctor.
But they are ultimately the product of your thoughts.
Originium, guided by your wishes deep in your subconscious and your desires to make up for past regrets, has reproduced what you wish to see.
You continue to hold a deep regard for everything you have experienced alongside Rhodes Island, yet despite that, you were able to break away from this beautiful lie.
Only now can I believe that you, as you are now, are still the Doctor of Rhodes Island.

Doctor : Originium? Since when could it do this? / Why is it being guided by what I want?

<Background fades to white>

All that you wish for, I am able to grant.

<Background 5>

Doctor : Pries...tess...

Kal'tsit : As I thought, you already...
I once told you, Doctor, that others cannot tell you how to solve the mysteries surrounding you. You can only rely on yourself.
I suspect that we are now extremely close to that critical juncture.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : If this is all based on my hopes, then are you...

Kal'tsit : I thought that our prior interactions would be sufficient for you to render an accurate judgement.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I can at least say for sure that you are no illusion.

Kal'tsit : I hope that this judgement of yours is based on rationality, and not something else.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : If these scenes are all about making up for regrets...
Will I be able to meet Theresa?

Kal'tsit : I do not know for certain where Theresa is, nor what she is doing.
What I am sure of is that she has something to do with this environment.

Gentle Voice : Doctor.

Doctor : —!
Amiya!

Amiya : Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit. Good, you're both here.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : (Hesitate)

Amiya : Don't worry, Doctor. I am the real Amiya. Really.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : (Step forward without hesitation)

Amiya : *sniff* I was looking all over for you, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : You look a little different. / Your clothes...?

Amiya : Theresa left me this dress.

Doctor : So she really is here?

Amiya : I haven't seen her. I've sensed no presence of her aboard this "Rhodes Island", in fact.

Doctor : Did you run into any danger?

Amiya : I'm fine.
So many memories flowed before me...
But not only memories. Emotions too, rich ones in every shape and form.
I think that the people that we saw were truly alive.
But this form of "life" just makes me... sad.
After walking down this corridor and seeing you, I think I understand now.
The emotions that I felt all stemmed from the same source, Doctor.

Doctor : ...Me.

Amiya : Yes.
I... "touched" you, Doctor. I've never done that before...

「The girl holds your hand, just as she has always done, but a little tighter, and more carefully this time. 」

Amiya : I know that you've changed a lot compared to the past, Doctor.
But considering all that we've experienced together, I am even more convinced that... the you who stands before me now has always been the you that I've trusted the most.
Memory may tell falsehoods, but emotion always speaks the truth.
There are many things that I still don't understand at this moment. I have questions that can't be answered until we see Theresa once more.
No matter what happens, no matter how many unhappy endings await us...
You'll stand by my side, won't you, Doctor?

Doctor : I will.
I am Dr. {nickname} of Rhodes Island.

Amiya : Good. That's all I ask for.
Let's go find Theresa, then.

Kal'tsit : First, we must figure out how to leave.
The answers we seek are not here.

<Background 6>

Logos : Though this is no illusion, heaven and earth, life and death...
It is all falsehood.

W : Hah, so even if you leave that dreary gallery of fakes, you'd just find yourself wandering around an even bigger stage?
Who the hell set up these curtains for us? Their taste sucks.

[Footsteps approach. ]

W : Oh, looks like the main cast is finally here.
Hey, crone, let's put that all-knowing brain of yours to good use. I've got a real big question I want answered—
Where. The hell. Are we?

<Background fades out>

「A small boat, drifting atop an endless golden sea. 」

Kal'tsit : We are within Originium.
Within Originium, there exists a universe.

Operation story: 14-20

Before operation

Summary

Within the Assimilated Universe stands a great tower that touches the sky, and everyone believes that Theresa awaits them at the top. Rhodes Island carries everyone to the tower, and Logos stays behind to face the will of the myriad souls alone.

<Background 1>

W : "Uni...verse"? What's a "universe"?

Kal'tsit : No language that you are familiar with has such a word.
It is a concept far wider than the land and the sky. It is all of space and time, and everything contained within them.
Even the most arrogant of "gods" are unable to claim mastery over it as a whole, because the word itself signifies infinity, as well as the possibility for constant change.
However, Originium is able to incorporate it in its entirety, all in finest detail, forming an "Assimilated Universe" within—

W : Okay, stop.
In short, we got two things.
One, for some unknown reason, we were dragged into the Originium along with the airship—not that anybody knows how tiny little rocks can have this huge place inside of them.
Two, we're not dead, and we don't know how we're still alive inside this... "universe" in the Originium, right?

Kal'tsit : ...A reasonably accurate summation of the matter.

W : ...

[W chucks something into the water. ]

W : Eh? No reaction, not even a raised eyebrow?

Amiya : W!
Did you just... throw a bomb into the sea?

W : What else would I throw?
I had to test the waters somehow. That bomb's as good as my hand, right?
The old hag said that we got stuck inside the Originium. Maybe I could have oh-so-conveniently blown a hole—

<Background shakes>

Amiya : Look out!

[Amiya pulls W back before she falls off. ]

W : —What the hell just happened?!
It was like... there was something pulling on me.
The yellow stuff down there is liquid Originium, right? What else could the bomb have blown up?

Logos : It would not have ignited. There is no energy present to fuel a reaction.
I cannot sense any Originium within this Originium sea.
...Perhaps I should phrase it differently. As all Originium outside this realm exists in a combination with other matter, so too must it abide by the laws of the external "universe".
But here, those laws are dictated by the Originium itself.

W : You're not making any more sense than the old hag.

Logos : We have entered a place that operates on its own grammar.
I can sense the... language contained within this ocean of Originium. Vast, boundless, without limit. As of yet, I have been unable to thoroughly analyze it.

Kal'tsit : Stop, Logos.
Do not attempt to comprehend this "language" for now. We should not... disturb it.
Although it is highly likely that we are already within danger's sights, the fact that this ship is permitted to exist is proof enough that we are safe, at least for now.

Doctor : Rhodes Island? / The ship and the Originium sea...

Kal'tsit : This Rhodes Island exists because of you, Dr. {nickname}.
We should have been assimilated by the Originium and become part of the ocean. Thanks to you, we were not.
You have changed... No, redefined a portion of the law.
Under circumstances that you yourself could not perceive, you have used this "language".

Doctor : The one I spoke earlier? I don't remember it. / Sometimes it's in my brain, sometimes it's not.

W : Hah, who would have thought you had that sort of thing in you? Don't tell me that those weird dioramas on the ship were all your dream or something?
Those "heart-warming" illusions were... disgusting.

Doctor : ... / I didn't like them either.

W : ...Hmph.

「W turns her head, pondering as she looks ahead.
She has barely even glanced at you since you entered the Assimilated Universe. 」

W : The real question is, now that we've barged into the Originium, how do we get out?
Can this haunted ship take us somewhere?

「Rhodes Island sails atop the aureate sea. It resembles a mirror of purest gold more than anything else, its surface unblemished, nary a ripple in sight.
A question suddenly comes to mind: are you really sailing? 」

Amiya : The ocean's surface seems static. Everything does, really.
It's too quiet. I can't feel anything. Flowing emotions, rich memories... It's all faded away.
Dr. Kal'tsit, this is inside Originium, right? I don't understand. It's already devoured so much...
Cities destroyed by Catastrophe, people died of Oripathy... Shouldn't traces of all those lives be here in this sea?
Why is there nothing here?

Kal'tsit : ...
Because this is the end.
Everything sealed away by the Originium is trapped in this unchanging, undying end.

W : Oh, how wonderful! A "good" place where even the dead can't die. Not even the Laterans could think up of something so heavenly.
No wonder that there's no Sarkaz aboard the ship. How could a sweet, blissful place like this have devils like us?

Amiya : No Sarkaz?
You might be right. Other than you and Logos, I haven't seen a single Sarkaz since we arrived.
The Sarkaz... They are closely connected with Originium, but where are they?

[The landship trembles. ]

Doctor : Did the ship ram into something? / Is there something on the water?!

Logos : ...
"SIGHT".

[Shadows bloom into view. ]

"Sarkaz" : —

Amiya : —!
Those shadows are Sarkaz! They're—

[Endless shadows emerge. ]

Logos : —Marching.
The war eternal continues, no matter if it is on the battlefield outside, or in here. No matter if they are dead or alive.

[Fighting breaks out. ]

「Countless Sarkaz shadows appear above the surface of the sea.
Wendigos, Diαblos, Nachzehrers, Banshees, along with many ancient clans lost to time.
They grasp clubs and spears, or crossbows and greatswords. Some even bear witchcraft cannons on their backs.
The water is calm, but the many shadows form a torrent, surging forward.
Charge. Fight.
Forever without rest. 」

Logos : War.
The Sarkaz's war against everything, persisting through millennia, never ends.
This is where the myriad souls of the Sarkaz return.

<Background shakes>

「"I see cities, devastated.""I see Originium, blanketing the land." 」

<Background 2>

Margaret : Rhodes Island is straight ahead! Hang on!

Nightingale : (Panting heavily)

[Shining flinches. ]

Shining : I—

Margaret : Shining? What's wrong?!

Shining : ...The door has been opened.
The distance between life and death is closer than ever now.
It is something that all Sarkaz can hear.

<Background 3>

[The Lifebone shakes violently. ]

Hoederer : ...

Ines : We need to survive this round of impacts! The airship's been eaten up by Originium, which means the Royal Court casters are distracted! This is our only chance. There's too much damage to the vertebrae—
Hoederer?

Hoederer : I can hear it...

Ines : Did the Feranmut speak to you again? What did it say?

Hoederer : No... It's something else...
...I can hear all of history's wars, happening at once.

<Background 4>

[Victorian soldiers continue fighting on the ground. ]

Indra : Look, Vina! Is it just me, or did that big red thing above Londinium get even bigger?!

Siege : ...

Morgan : Not just bigger, the red's darkened now.
It's like the entire sky's turning into Originium...

Siege : Storm's not calming down, either.
The Sighs of Kings can't cover a range that wide. The Sarkaz will destroy the entire city, and far, far more besides.
Amiya...
You must make it in time.

<Background 1>

Amiya : The myriad souls bar our way.
Here, in this place where everything is stilled by Originium, only they continue to fight.

「Everyone hears the low roars resounding above the golden sea.
The Sarkaz's war will never stop. The Sarkaz's anger will never end. 」

W : How interesting. Looks like a bunch of long-dead Sarkaz heroes are still fighting their asses off. I guess this is what they meant by "a living hell".
But why are they blocking us off...?
...
Hey, that thing in front of us, the "tree" root, don't you guys think it looks like a tower?

「You noticed it the moment you stepped atop the deck.
It stands tall in the middle of your field of vision, uniting the golden sea with the quiet sky above, yet not fitting in with either.
Is it really a tower?
It is taller than anything you can imagine.
Why is there a tower here in the Originium sea, where everything ends in stasis?
The answer springs forth unbidden. 」

Amiya : ...Babel.

Kal'tsit : The airship's goal was here all along.

W : She must be on top of the tower, guiding the myriad souls!

Amiya : Indeed. She is waiting for us.
That tower is our only beacon in this featureless ocean.
All the answers we seek are where we started.
We will climb Babel and face her.
And then...

<Background 1>

W : Amiya.

Amiya : Yes?

W : I'd say I'm pretty clear-headed right now.
Making it all the way here... There's no way that I haven't figured out what I want to do.
There's still lots of people on the outside fighting their asses off. If we weren't so quick on the draw, I think we'd be seeing a few more familiar faces here among the dead heroes.
Hey, old hag, bring your little monster out to help us!
It's gonna be pretty rough, the way we're headed.

Kal'tsit : I... cannot do that. Mon3tr is unable to appear here, and I do not wish to arouse any unnecessary attention.

W : —?!
Grrr, another one of those reasons that you don't want to talk about?

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}, I am severely limited by the environment here, but it should have no influence on you.
I will need you to move the ship.

Doctor : I've never really taken the helm before. / This is the deck, not the bridge...

Kal'tsit : You need not worry.
The heading of this Rhodes Island does not depend on your skill at the helm, nor on any machine or energy generator.
We are within Originium.
You will have noticed by now that you hold special significance to Originium. The reverse is very much the same. It is equally as irreplaceable to you.

Doctor : I thought I wasn't supposed to know this. / I thought you wouldn't tell me this.

Kal'tsit : My silence has many reasons.
Frankly speaking, I still have reservations on whether or not I should be helping you retrieve this knowledge.

Doctor : Because of the things I've done in the past...
I understand now. / You said that you hate me.

Kal'tsit : Hate, torment, anger. I cannot deny it.
At the time, I did not only lose Theresa.
I also lost someone that I once hoped I could trust.

Doctor : ...Me. / You felt disappointed.

Kal'tsit : I was very disappointed... in myself.
I was not completely aware of your "changes". Or rather, my preparations were insufficient to reverse the outcome.
We were able to glimpse the first rays of light of our goal, but Theresa's sudden departure extinguished the flame.
Once more we are plunged into deepest night. If we do not make the right choices this time, the darkness will be eternal.

Doctor : Maybe you shouldn't be trusting me again.

Kal'tsit : ...No. I should trust you.
I did worry that if I allowed you to regain your memories regarding Originium... it might bring about unforeseeable changes.
But over and over, you showed proof to me, to Amiya, to everyone, that my worries were unfounded.
The only thing I can say for certain is that we walk the same path. From Chernobog to Londinium, your experiences and your emotions have shaped who you are today.
And now—
You protected us, saved us from being devoured by the Originium and turned into complex flows of information.
You made Rhodes Island appear, and have afforded us the opportunity to continue on in this stillness.
Dr. {nickname}, show us the way out, and find the right path for yourself.
The direction that our future takes, where Rhodes Island heads next... It is all up to you now.

Doctor : Alright. / ... / I knew that all along.
Rhodes Island—
Advance.

「You feel the movement of the ship beneath your feet.
Passing through the Originium sea. Passing through the army of the myriad souls.
The tower gets ever closer. 」

<Background 1>

<Background shakes>

W : Why's the sea so choppy all of a sudden?

Kal'tsit : The myriad souls are affecting the surrounding environment.
The Assimilated Universe... is no longer stable.

Doctor : It's hard to move any further. / The deceased Sarkaz are blocking our way.

Amiya : The myriad souls are angered.
They... They're all looking this way.

W : Sure, let them gawk.
They can watch me step on their heads! Gonna run right over them!

[The ocean roars. ]

「A great wave resembling a palm swats at the tiny Rhodes Island.
W grins and laughs.
She takes a running leap into the wave. 」

Amiya : W!

「W disappears into the maelstrom in an instant.
But in the next, her laughter rings from within the golden mist. 」

W : Haha! I knew it!
That thing isn't part of the Originium sea! I can blow it open!

[A bomb explodes. ]

W : I never thought—I would get to open up—
BABEL!

[More bombs explode. ]

「The sounds of destruction ring out, from quiet cracking to roaring collapse.
The great pillar to the sky should not have been damaged by such tiny bombs, but some of its roots peel back, hanging down towards the miniscule people aboard the ship, providing a route from the deck to the base of the tower. 」

Kal'tsit : Let's go! Quickly!

[The group starts running. ]

「You climb the fallen structures with all haste.
To your surprise, the white material feels soft and pliant, almost like some sort of... cloth. 」

Doctor : Amiya—
Up here! / I've got you.

「Amiya touches the "roots" lightly.
In an instant, countless hands stretch towards her. From the sea, from atop the tower, from the void. 」

Amiya : ...

「Close your eyes, Amiya.
Close your eyes... 」

「The King spurs them, the King drives them, the King enslaves them.
The King rules us, the King leads us, the King inspires us. 」

「You have arrived.
You are among us. 」

Amiya : The myriad souls...

<Background shakes>

「The Originium sea is close to boiling.
The myriad souls thirst for the King of Sarkaz. The myriad souls wish to force the King of Sarkaz to stay. 」

Logos : Go on ahead, Amiya.

[Logos casts his Arts. ]

Logos : Go and see Her Highness. Obtain the answers you seek, and overcome them.

Amiya : Logos...?

Logos : I also miss Her Highness.
But we have long since bid farewell to her.
When Babel still yet roamed the earth, the first circle of our fellows vowed to dedicate our lives in service of our ideals. Her Highness and I were no exception.
As for the voices of the myriad souls... I will respond.
I have been waiting for this moment, ever since I sang my first elegy.

「The will of the myriad souls is a frothing sea, billowing furiously.
Their hands clench swords. Their hands leash Feranmuts. Their hands command a thousand armies.
Their heads bear identical crowns.
They are the lords of the Sarkaz.
They are the eternal existence of the Sarkaz. 」

"Nameless Kings of Sarkaz" : There are no roads that we have not walked, no hardships we have not shouldered.
You have not the strength to match us.
You have not the fearlessness to match us.

「They examine, they interrogate.
Countless fleeting emotions condense into a raging swell, enough to wash away any will of any individual.
But through a hundred crashing, surging waves, then a thousand, then a million, the one before them stands firm.
The young Sarkaz lifts his bone pen, pointing it towards all the nameless Kings of Sarkaz.
He needs no words.
His curses are his answer. 」

After operation

Summary

Everyone walks along the path to the top of the tower that touches the sky. When they arrive at the peak, heaven and earth invert.

<Background Black>

Ever since King Yliš died, I continued to see him many more times.
His emotions and experiences remained within "Civilight Eterna", but there were marked differences between them and my memories of him.
My impression of him was of a man always sitting at the center of the chamber of the Royal Court, his head hung low, never speaking a word while other members bickered amongst one another.
Duq'arael and Nezzsalem believed him too weak, telling him plain to his face that once more the Black Crown has erred in its choice of successor. He never responded. He merely continued to stare out the window, his gaze enraptured by the thick smoke billowing out of the furnaces outside.

Only after his death did I know that Yliš was a remarkable Caster and artisan, once dedicating his time to researching Arts that would improve the living conditions of the people, planning out all the possible ways that Kazdel could step into the Crystal Age.
He travelled for many years. Once returned, he persuaded the revenants to prepare to raise an immense furnace in the heart of the city, larger than any other.

But once the crown fell upon his head, the newly-coronated King of Sarkaz slowly slipped into silence.
The sudden burden of all-too-many emotions and memories is a pain beyond measure. Many chosen by the crown did not have time to leave behind their names, so swift was their death from madness.
But Yliš did not fall into insanity. He bore it all. It was thanks to his lucidity that he fell further and further into despair.

The Black Crown had revealed a truth to him, and to me in turn—
All that we can envision, the entire future of the Sarkaz, is most likely to be yet another loop in the cycle that is the tortured history of our race.
All that we build will end in ruin.
War will tear apart his Kazdel.

War will kill him.
War will kill me.

<Background 5>

[Sarkaz and Victorians continue fighting in Londinium. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : (Roars)

Victorian Soldier : He can't keep going much longer!
Come on! Take down the bastard and the witchcraft altar'll be useless!

<Background flashes>

「A crossbow bolt lodges itself into the Sarkaz's chest.
He takes no heed of it, continuing his advance.
*beep beep* *beep beep*
He lowers his head, seeing that the bolt fletchings protruding from his chest have begun to shine. 」

<Background flashes>

「The cluster bomb within the Sarkaz's flesh explodes.
A multitude of concentrated explosions, faster than even powerful witchcraft can heal. 」

Victorian Soldier : Did it work?
Haha, he really is dead! Damn, we blew him up sky-high. All that's left are just bits of bone. This idea's amazing! We don't need to fear these monsters anymore!
Wait—

「The Sarkaz's remains begin to glow.
The soldiers instinctively begin to retreat, but it is too late. 」

[The warrior's body explodes. ]

「A spurt of flame and Originium dust envelop this corner of the battlefield. 」

<Background 6>

Nezzsalem : ...

Sudaram : My Patriarch! Your body...

Nezzsalem : It will not hinder me in battle.

Sudaram : The Victorians, they are fierce.
They have adapted quickly. They are on the cusp of finding means to counter our ways.
Our losses grow by the minute.

Nezzsalem : Our warriors. Will not surrender.
Our defensive line. Still stands strong.

Sudaram : Indeed, my liege.

Nezzsalem : It is enough.
I believe in Theresis. In Theresa.
This has not changed. Not even now.

<Background Black>

I have talked to Theresis about Gul'dul the Citymaker many times.
The Children of Soil and Stone had long since scattered across the land. I was in no way able to replicate his deeds, what with his unique talent for commanding Gargoyles that he used to quickly lay down city walls of stone. However, I was able to learn much from his decisiveness and leadership.
A clothesmaker, a citymaker.

I jokingly told Theresis that perhaps Gul'dul and I were more alike than I thought.
His face turned rather serious all of a sudden, telling me that he would not allow me to share the same fate as that king, betrayed by those he called his closest companions.
I was never able to share all of Gul'dul's thoughts and feelings with Theresis.

Gul'dul's final emotions had embedded themselves deeply into my mind. The last thing he laid eyes on was not the Diαblo who betrayed him, but the city that he and his countless fellows had wrought together.
We knew that Gul'dul would not be the last King of Sarkaz slain by the ones they hold dearest, nor was his city the final Kazdel.
As long as there are still those who yearn to return home, Kazdel will be reborn from the ashes.

<Background 7>

Closure : Both BM and TAA are currently clear, you can proceed down those routes! The Originium crystal clusters shouldn't reach them for the next fifteen minutes.
I9's no good, Feist, the beacon just changed color. The Originium mountain next to it is a collapse risk.

[Transmission comes in. ]

Fang : Closure, we've scouted ahead on I903! We've got wounded, looks like they're civilians.

Closure : Yep, saw it already. I'm sending a buggy to you. Make sure to meet it and get what defensive equipment and medicine you need out of it. It'll know where to go next.
Oh, right, there's also two drones headed your way.
When the fog rises, keep an eye on the signal light, green means no problems ahead. The Exemplars will provide support at I901.

Fang : I can't help but ask, Closure, but how many things are you controlling at once?

Closure : I'm still doing alright, I've got seven, eight...
A dozen of things in total, looks like. And I've got my eyes watching a few others besides.
The situation's a lot more complex than most other Rhodes Island Catastrophe support missions. Fang...

Fang : Don't worry, I'll be careful.
Closure, you should also—*bzzzzzzt*

[Transmission abruptly ends. ]

Closure : Comms interference?
Looks like drones 176 and 178 have lost signal.
...

[A mercenary walks into the encapment, talking on his transceiver. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Found some supplies.
There's meds and eats. Nothing that can be used as a weapon.

Closure : You can have the food and medicine, though don't take more than you need.

Sarkaz Mercenary : You really gonna try and make demands when you ain't got a weapon... Wait, vampire?

Closure : Yep.
Don't worry, I'm not with the Royal Court, and I don't know how to use Arts to rip all your blood out of your body with a snap of my finger.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Pah, if you really are with those bastards, I'll stick my sword through your neck right here right now!

Closure : You're not here on a mission, are you? Manfred wouldn't have sent a team who didn't recognize our logo.
I know that saying this to you isn't going to change a thing, but this position's about to blow real soon.
Do you mind not getting in the way of my work?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Argh—!

[Strong winds start blowing. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : That crazy Catastrophe's coming back around? Damn the Royal Court and whatever insane thing they pulled out of their behinds. I ain't staying in this blasted place!
Hey, this is 467, you guys read me? I said—

Misery : The mercenaries who attacked the camp have been dealt with.
Go, Closure. You should move to the next safe location.

Closure : Sure. My thanks, Master Assassin.

Sarkaz Mercenary : ...

Closure : Surrendering?
If you are, then you can come along with us.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Not like I've got any other choice now.

Misery : Since the war progressed, more mercenaries have been scattered all over the battlefield. They're likely to return to old habits without the Military Commission's commands keeping them in check.
We will most likely be encountering many more attacks like this one.

Closure : Wasn't it the same deal back in the day?

Misery : ...It was.
No matter if we must cross Catastrophes, or a horde of enemies...
We will do our best to allow everyone who wishes to go home, go home.

<Background 8>

Sarkaz Civilian : Has there been any news from the Military Commission?
I heard they just killed a Victorian duke, and that it won't be long before they bag their second and third!
*cough* *cough*... Have you had any, gah, good meds lately? I wanna heal up this busted leg of mine. Even getting rid of just one or two rocks would be good enough, to run a bit faster in battle...

Odda : ...
You are heading to Londinium too?

Sarkaz Civilian : Londinium? How am I supposed to make it there? Even if I wanted to go, the Regent's not going to want me.
But this war... It's going to end up at Kazdel sooner or later, right? Those Victorians and Leithanians... They're not going to let us off easy, are they?
You should probably start planning ahead too, little fella. Keep polishing that weapon of yours, and remember how to use it to kill...

[The Sarkaz walks away. ]

Odda : ...The Military Commission.
After so many years, is our city really about to—

??? : Huff... puff... I've finally caught up with you.

Odda : Er... You're...

Ermengarde : Uh... Your fellow professional?

Odda : ...

Ermengarde : I mean being a Messenger!
*sigh* So many years gone by in an instant. I've been away for too long from Kazdel, not too familiar with it nowadays. I heard that I would be able to find who I seek at these coordinates.
Would you mind telling me how to get to the former location of Babel?

<Background Black>

Our progress on Babel's work saw heavy pushback at every turn, as expected.
I was never worried about failure, but I did not want to see those who harbored hope fall back into the cycle of despair.
I dove deeper and deeper into "Civilight Eterna".

Kal'tsit reminded me that this could put a strain on my body, but time was short, and I had to make use of every resource that I could.
In the end, I managed to find the Farchaser, the very first King of Sarkaz.

I saw a faint vision of a war that engulfed the sky and the earth, a crowd of people being devoured by despair, and then... what was perhaps Originium. I could not say. It looked far different from the black crystals we are familiar with, glinting with the cleanest luster.
Our King of Sarkaz, defender of the first Kazdel, offered his very blood and soul to it.
Soon after, eternal night descended. All sound and light faded from us without a trace.

The Farchaser had renounced his name and left little emotion within "Civilight Eterna". I believe he did so intentionally. He embraced the darkness on behalf of all Sarkaz, and buried himself within it.
What I had stepped into was a cold and desolate tomb.
I paced back and forth within, lost in thought amidst the silence.

Up until the moment that I realized that the darkness was not as desolate as I had assumed.

「A tower.
Only by building a tower tall enough could we reach the darkness above.
Everything we build will collapse into ruin and be swallowed by the sands, this is true.
But our will and our desire allow us to rise back up from the dust millions upon millions of times.
We climb.
We climb.
We never stop ascending, crossing over the limits of our knowledge.
Until we transcend the darkness. 」

Amiya : ...
So this is why there's a tower here.

W : Well, somehow or the other, looks like we managed to reach the top.
How long did we spend climbing this thing? Feels like I've been climbing for ages!

Amiya : Indeed, but we might need... to climb a little longer.

W : Hey, bunny! What are you blanking for?

Amiya : I was listening.

W : To the dead guys with the limited vocabulary nagging away? Haven't you gotten tired of them by now?

Amiya : Hmm...

「Amiya knows whose voice she heard.
The King of Sarkaz is among the myriad souls.
The myriad souls wishes the King of Sarkaz will listen.
Amiya cannot help but follow this voice in delving into the depths of "Civilight Eterna", fumbling about amidst countless fragments of space and time.
A ring chafes against the palm of her hand.
If only she could remove them, she would be privy to secrets ancient and new, and all the details of the past will flow into her brain. 」

Kal'tsit : Not now, Amiya.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit...

Kal'tsit : You are being influenced by the myriad souls. In their impatience, they are willing you to accept their choice.

Amiya : I wish to understand... her emotions.

Kal'tsit : Then you must face her. We must all do so.

Doctor : She's right, Amiya. / We'll do it together.

Amiya : I know.
Other than the myriad souls outside, I can hear the voices of your hearts clearly. The Doctor's, Dr. Kal'tsit's, W's.

W : Those who dare use Arts on me to peep at my thoughts tend not to last too long.
But... Heh, since we made it this far, I bet we're pretty much thinking the same thing anyway.

「Urgency, nervousness, and a brimming anticipation.
All vivid emotions that contrast with the echoes in the deathly silence. 」

Amiya : Let's go up together. We're very close now.

W : Let me have a think on how we should tear down this transparent ceiling.

Amiya : Perhaps...
She has already told me how.

<Background fades out>

「An eye within the darkness hangs above their heads.
A rhombus.
It appears to be the only light in the darkness, as if it is the one that devoured the brilliance of all other things. 」

「Amiya raises her head.
Every King of Sarkaz amongst the myriad souls raises their head.
Amiya stretches her hand out towards the rhombus.
Every King of Sarkaz amongst the myriad souls stretches their hand out. 」

<Background fades to white>

「These were the only words left to me by the first King of Sarkaz:
"The stone that enshrouds us like night is our suffering, and our hope."
We came here because of hope.
At this moment, the Farchaser, the Citymaker, the Wrathful Cerulean Flame... All the Kings of Sarkaz are with me. Even Yliš takes up his staff once more.
They fight alongside me.
For the sake of our shared duty.
The duty of the Kings.
The future of the Sarkaz will be revealed here. 」

「Heaven and earth, up and down, light and dark, past and future.
All of a sudden, they are reversed.
At the top of the tower that is also its base, at the end that is also its beginning, Amiya hears a sigh. 」

??? : We have been waiting for you...
"King of Sarkaz".

Operation story: 14-21

Before operation

Summary

The team encounters the rescued revenant at the top of the tower. It tells them of Theresa's ambition, and Theresa appears with awe-inspiring presence.

<Background 1>

Amiya : We weren't imagining it!

Doctor : Heaven and earth reversed in the blink of an eye. / Strange, I don't seem to feel any discomfort.

Kal'tsit : Do not be distracted by any changes in the rules of the Assimilated Universe.
Mortals were never made to set foot in this place. There is no point in trying to judge the line between the real and unreal based on our conceptions.
Look up at the sky.

Amiya : The golden ocean that Rhodes Island sailed... it's hanging above our heads?!
Dr. Kal'tsit, I see Rhodes Island... and the churning tides.
The myriad souls call to me. They're trying to pour down and drown me—
Logos is still fighting the myriad souls...

W : I don't care how above and below change. Tell me...
Where's Her Highness? Doesn't seem like she's here at all.
Damn, this place makes me feel comfortable — that disturbing kind—

Amiya : But the voice that called to me...
That was Theresa's voice.

Kal'tsit : ...The myriad souls.
She's here. We have already found her.

W : Enough riddles, hag!
Look with your own eyes. Other than those weird pillars, do you see any—

「She stops mid-sentence.
Pillar. Tower. Myriad souls. Theresa.
In that instant, she understands why her soul finds this place so comforting.
The myriad souls have taken crimson roots here, extending to the furthest reaches of heaven. 」

W : Those white pillars...

Amiya : They're Theresa's will. She's trying to stabilize the tower.
She's been watching us.

W : ...

Kal'tsit : Time does not flow in the Assimilated Universe, but this miracle continues to grow.
It's even trying to penetrate the "sky" that we're standing on.

Doctor : Maybe it already has.

Kal'tsit : ...
If she could break through the limits here, that means—

[A bomb suddenly explodes. ]

Doctor : ...

Kal'tsit : ...

Amiya : ...

W : Why are you looking at me like that?
I had to make sure this thing we're standing on is solid enough, right?
Don't want to get it pulled out from beneath my feet when we finally get to see Her Highness.
But this "sky" is more than what it looks.
My bombs didn't even leave a mark...

Kal'tsit : ...
It's impossible to damage this place by any physical means.
The "limits" of this place are set by rules beyond the comprehension of Terra and incredible amounts of information.
It permits neither change nor challenge.

W : Could've fooled me.
You're hiding something. Hood was right. This tower has broken through whatever "limits" you're talking about.

Kal'tsit : ...

W : I know you have secrets that not even Hood and Bunny know about.
You've never been here, but you're strangely familiar with many things here.
You hide it well on your face, but you can't fool me.

Kal'tsit : W, don't—

W : We can't afford to waste any more time.
If Her Highness has fallen asleep while waiting for us, someone has to put new batteries in the alarm clock.

Doctor : She's not as reckless as she looks, Kal'tsit.

W : Hah.
Give me a hand, bunny. There's something I need to make sure...
I was wondering. Why would there be shadows in this hellhole, when there's no sun and no moon?

「She throws her flashbang upwards. Rather than fall back to the ground, it keeps going up.
The ball of light rises from the "sky", flying towards the golden ocean, revealing a blurry shadow. 」

??? : ...

W : Over there, Amiya! That shadow that won't go away!
He's here too...

Doctor : The revenant?! / He might attack again! Careful, Amiya!

??? : ...

Amiya : I don't sense any hostility. It's like...

W : He doesn't even notice us.
Wanna do it, bunny? I've got a score to settle with him.
He must know something about this godforsaken place!

Amiya : Wait, W!
This is strange... he's not like the other myriad souls we've seen, lingering here rather than leaving...

W : If he's here, does it mean he's dead too?

Amiya : No. He's fine... in fact, he's never been better.
He's fully at peace. I can feel it. A peace filled with sorrow.

W : What did Her Highness do to him?

Amiya : Theresa saved him, retaining the last bit of consciousness that the revenant had left.
Not only that, she has brought clarity to his chaotic mind.

W : She cured his madness? She can do that now?

Amiya : I don't know what Theresa's state is right now.

Kal'tsit : Can you communicate with the revenant, Amiya?
He may hold the key to the truth.

Amiya : I can try...

「A dark wave ripples from Amiya, touching the black shadow.
The shadow meanders and answers the King's whisper. 」

Revenant's Shadow : You...
So, it is you who arrived here after all, in the end.

「The indistinct shadow opens its "mouth". His tone is surprisingly calm, with no hint of anger.
An instant of clarity had arrived after millennia of torment, soothing his fury at long last. 」

Kal'tsit : It is no coincidence that you are here, Revenant.

Revenant's Shadow : Theresa saved me, preserving the fragment of soul that should have disappeared.
I merely followed her to this place... to witness the turning point of Sarkaz destiny.

W : Where did you say Theresa... Her Highness is?

Revenant's Shadow : She has departed to retrieve the seed from the very beginning.

Amiya : The seed... Amnannam?
Isn't Amnannam already under Sarkaz control? What else is Theresa trying to do?

Kal'tsit : ...

Revenant's Shadow : Originium created everything in this land.
It has been utilized in many ways, but no one has truly mastered it.
Except.. Her Highness.
She said she would steal the fire from the source of all suffering. Our curse will become the weapon that reshapes our lives.
An immaculate garden for the Sarkaz...

Doctor : Controlling Originium at the origin...

Kal'tsit : After all we've been through, I think you know what this means, Doctor.

Doctor : Theresa is fighting for authority over Originium itself.

Kal'tsit : The vision of Theresa and Theresis goes beyond the limits of all knowledge on Terra.

Doctor : I can't let Originium become a weapon of mass destruction.

「There are no more questions. Kal'tsit gazes at you silently. You have been through too much together. 」

W : So you can talk normally, after all, not just all that crap about suffering.

Revenant's Shadow : ...
I was human, once.

W : ...Hmph.

Revenant's Shadow : I had raged against many things in my long existence.
The invasion of the Ancients, the betrayal of the Sankta, the fall of Kazdel... and my rejection by the myriad souls.
Until I came here, and learned the true nature of the myriad souls.
All I feel now is sorrow.

W : And you've stopped making sense again.

Revenant's Shadow : Did you not see the myriad souls on the golden ocean?
All Sarkaz struggle against the injustice of fate their entire lives. There is no release, even in death.
The myriad souls are only broken fragments of information that linger in this space, imprisoned in another manner by another will...
But Her Highness said she would purge purgatory and bring salvation to all Sarkaz...

W : You seem to be able to communicate with this old guy, Kal'tsit. Why don't you translate what he's saying?

Kal'tsit : Is Theresa already able to modify the information within Originium?

Revenant's Shadow : This was her promise. Theresa keeps her promises...
Ah, finally... Theresa.

W : What did you say? Where is she?

Doctor : Amiya, the shadow under your feet!

「Shadow?
How could I cast a shadow when there is no light?
No, this is not my shadow! 」

「Amiya looks down and sees the striding white silhouette through the "sky" that she is standing on.
"Sky" and "Beyond Sky".
Theresa and Amiya, reflections of each other. 」

Amiya : —!

「"Amiya..."
Amiya hears a whisper. She looks up, and Theresa is standing by her side.
She takes Amiya's hand. 」

<Background 2>

[The ground trembles. ]

Delphine : Damn. The battlefield... it's changing again!

Indra : Vina, the ground... it's rumbling.

Dagda : Stay at your post, Hannah! Don't get distracted!

Siege : That thing above the Shard just released some strange form of energy.
If the Sighs of Kings fails—

[Horn fires her cannon. ]

Horn : Remain alert! Allied command is reporting at least seven coordinates where sudden changes in terrain have occurred!
Three assault ships belonging to the Duke of Abercorn reported destroyed. Communications were lost with two force recon units under the Duke of Ashworth—

[Siege turns on her transceiver. ]

Siege : Order all units to stop attacking Hill C-9.
Scatter to the sides, or we'll be swallowed by the waves of Originium.

Morgan : Got it! Everyone's moving!
And we've got another really bad news.
Looks like someone's sitting on that empty throne in the Nachzehrer camp...

Siege : The Nachzehrer King is back...

Delphine : The fog... it's getting thicker. The Sarkaz are striking back!

Siege : Horn, you and Bagpipe coordinate operations with allied command.
You're more familiar with the army's commands. The other units will support us.
Lose this pass, and we'll lose all the ground that we took.

Horn : Roger!

Delphine : I'll help. I'm gettin' used to dealin' with this stuff.

Bagpipe : Captain, look... the Gloriana. It's crystalizing quickly. The Sarkaz are besieging it!

Siege : The Duke of Caster is still on the ship.
Victoria can't afford to lose another duke in battle.
We—

「The sound of electrical static, then the same voice is heard over all communications channels on the Victorian side. 」

Static-Filled Radio : Attention all soldiers of the alliance. This is the Duke of Caster, in command of the Gloriana.
You see as I do how the Sarkaz tyrant has torn our motherland apart.
The malice and barbarism of our foe merely serves to strengthen our resolve to defend our country.
As long as our ships and soldiers... *Bzzt*... as long as we all do our duty...
This is the resolve of Parliament—and every citizen, duke or commoner, general or soldier... *Bzzt*...
Our foe climbs the broken bow of the Gloriana once more. Originium threatens to devour our fortress.
But you have not yielded, brave soldiers! Neither will Caster!
...*Bzzt* I shall step up to the frontlines and stand with you... *Bzzt* ...
We stand upon Mother Victoria—

Siege : The Duke of Caster...

[The Last Steam Knight's armour hisses as he suddenly charges towards the Glorious. ]

Indra : Is... is he mad?!

Dagda : The steam knight went mad a long time ago, Hannah.

Bagpipe : Did I see that right? Did the steam knight just smash into the Gloriana?

Horn : No, he smashed into the almost-crystalized Stone of the Sword and Sighs of Kings...

Dagda : What is he trying to do?

Siege : ...He wants to save his Victoria.

<Background fades out and in>

[The steam knight's armour hisses. ]

「Even the frightened soldiers in the rear heard the unusual sound from the Gloriana.
The armor patrols the Stone of the Sword, trampling every Sarkaz who attempts to approach it.
But he could[sic] contain the spread of Originium.
"Victoria!!"
He roars, he smashes the ground, but there is nothing he could do to stop the Originium from swallowing the Realmblade—
And so he charged at its foe, towards the Gloriana devoured by Originium. 」

[The steam knight smashes the Glorious. ]

「Originium crystals shatter. The shock sends the Sighs of Kings flying, landing at Vina's feet, before countless eyes wide with astonishment. 」

Siege : ...

「Vina pulls out the sword that had been with her for so long.
She points it at the charging foe and spreading fog, not one step back.
She is answered by the call to charge and the sound of blasting steam. 」

<Background 1>

Amiya : You...

Theresa : You've grown.

「Her tone is as gentle and mild as Amiya remembers.
But Amiya knows that it is not the same Theresa as the one who had once held her in her arms and told her stories all night.
Amiya had so many questions that she had hoped to find the answer for when they met.
But she could not say anything, ask anything.
Theresa would not permit it.
... 」

Theresa : Shh. I can hear the questions within you, Amiya.
But I can't answer them. All answers, all explanations are pale and powerless.
Our reunion was the product of an accident.
...
Perhaps I was looking forward to this moment too.
You, Kal'tsit, W... and Doctor. You stand before me.
I'm sincerely joyful for this reunion. You feel it, don't you?

Amiya : —!

「Why?
She should have been sure. She should not hesitate—
The one before her could not possibly be Theresa.
Why, then, does she look exactly the same as Theresa, not just in her appearance, but also in her expression, her eyes, and the emotions? 」

Amiya : You... you're not...
You're not... Theresa...

Theresa : Do you truly think that, Amiya?

Amiya : The Theresa I know would never do something like this...

[A bomb suddenly explodes. ]

W : Enough, Your Highness.
Damn... I came here thinking I had it thought through, but I couldn't find any words other than "Your Highness" before that face.

Theresa : I remember you...
W.

W : Hah. You remember me. There's no greater honor I've won in my entire career as a merc.
I would have ran up to hug you, if circumstances were any different.
But you don't know, and you don't need to know, how many times I've said goodbye to you already.
This might sound sentimental, but... you were special to me like no one ever was. You showed a wandering mercenary sights that she never thought she would see.
So, the only way I can repay you is by putting you to rest.

Theresa : Is that so...?
You still call me "Your Highness". You still remember that I'm the King of Sarkaz.
Then the only thing for me to do is to protect the Sarkaz.

[Theresa vanishes. ]

<Background shakes>

「What did Theresa just do?!
Amiya turns around to see that everything has changed.
—! 」

<Background shakes>

「The white pillar has grown at a breathtaking rate. The immeasurable "tower" of infinity now "falls" at breakneck pace.
Only the place the she stands upon...
Only around Theresa is there eternal peace and silence. 」

Theresa : This tower is beautiful, Amiya.
It will continue to grow forever, breaking through all limits, and hold up the heavens for the garden that will rewrite Sarkaz destiny.
How I wanted you to see it...
But you are not permitted here. Accidents must be eliminated.
When you stand before me...
You're the enemy of the Sarkaz.

「No.
A black crown appears above Amiya's head.
"I won't allow that, Theresa!" 」

After operation

Summary

The inevitable battle begins. It's a battle between W and Her Highness, and also between Amiya and the Sarkaz King she once admired.

「The roaring golden ocean smashes against Rhodes Island. The sovereigns' will sinks into the sea of infinity, then rises up again at the only ship upon the waves. 」

<Background 3>

Logos : Will the echoes of the kings never cease while the voices of the myriad remains?
No, it is not just the roar of the myriad souls that is causing this. That tower—
It's trembling. The tremors at the root have stirred the tides.
You have encountered them...
I could not see the end of this tower that stretches beyond the heavens, even if I etched incantations into my eyes.
Originium has obstructed my sight.
Is this your way of telling me that it is not my battlefield to intervene?

「The waves answer the Banshee's call. The sovereigns beckon. 」

Logos : I will not yield.
I have promised with my song to they who have gone beyond the other side of the tower—
Ever shall Rhodes Island be our terra firma; never will it sink beneath the waves.

「The young Sarkaz raises his bone pen and steps towards the void, writing incantations upon the waves.
The waves attempt to break free of their shackles, but the Banshee is silent.
He peers up at the sky, listening to the sound of the tower trembling.
He knows that King and King are clashing against one another, beyond where his eyes could see. 」

Logos : This is your war, Amiya... it's not my place to intervene.
I can only pray for your safe return.

<Background fades out>

「"I can calm the angry roar of the myriad souls..."
"But the only true answer lies in cutting off the source of all our suffering." 」

「"What is suffering to us Sarkaz?"
"Is it the brief respite by the only candle in the dark mines after a long day of working in ice and snow?" 」

「"Is it the murder of the children of a Sarkaz and a Liberi who truly love each other, committed by the fanatics of the frontiers solely out of fear of their appearances?" 」

「"Or polishing our horns day after day, spending our entire life living in fear wearing a Caprinae disguise?" 」

<Background fades out>

「"A Sarkaz may encounter countless forms of injustice and suffering in their lifetime..."
"Injustice has become the norm, the entirety of their lives..."
"Such that when they are asked what suffering is..."
"They could not answer." 」

<Background 1>

[The tower trembles. ]

Theresa : ...

「Atop the tower, the pure-white figure gazes down at you.
"The King of Sarkaz."
You have spent so much time with that Cautus girl that you have forgotten the implications of this title until now.
Theresa was not the King of Sarkaz simply because of the crown.
What kind of strength, wisdom and cunning does it take to convince all Sarkaz to willingly, gladly call her their king?
Massive energies rush out from the tower, forming white threads and silk that stretch on and on without end, permitting no resistance. 」

Doctor : I have never seen Arts of this kind. / None of the stories about Theresa ever told of anything like this.

Kal'tsit : Before she was the King, Theresa was a caster the likes of which is only seen once in a thousand years.
We're on her home ground.
This is not witchcraft, nor any power of the King of Sarkaz that I know of.
She is reconstructing and utilizing the information inherent within Originium.
Observe and understand what she's doing, Doctor. Help Amiya and W resist her attacks!

Doctor : I'll try...!

W : This suffocating presence...
The feeling of impending death... she truly wants to...
No, there's no way! The real Theresa would never—

「"The real Theresa"?
She cannot help but mock the ridiculous notion.
She casts her eyes at the familiar, yet impassive Theresa. 」

W : *Sarkaz expletive*, only one thing to do!

[W throws a bomb at Theresa, but it has no effect. ]

W : Damn it, these strange limits she's set have made my bombs useless.
We're all done for, if this thing keeps falling!
Do something, hag!

Kal'tsit : Ordinary measures are of no use here, not even Originium Arts.
That doesn't mean she can't be defeated. At least—

W : You mean the bunny?

「She looks towards Amiya, still resisting the overwhelming Arts. A black crown floats above her head. 」

Doctor : The power of the King can break through the limits of Originium.

W : I don't have a clue what you're talking about, but—
Right now, I guess I've got to trust you and the bunny.

「W realizes that she started believing in Amiya a long time ago.
As she did on the burning command tower in Chernobog, when the bunny delivered the box with the key in it into her hands...
She believed that the city would stop.
W looks at the girl. She almost sees Theresa. 」

「Theresa chose Amiya.
The one Theresa chose would not disappoint Theresa, or W. 」

<Background 1>

W : If you're all bound up in the myriad souls—
I'll blow the myriad souls to pieces.

[W starts running. ]

「She begins to move.
She never hesitates or doubts herself.
The only thing she feels is excitement, the moment she came up with the brilliant idea of blowing those blasted myriad souls to pieces.
As she does whenever she goes into battle. 」

W : Bunny!
I know you can hear me!

Amiya : W, I—

<Background flashes red>

[Amiya is nearly hit by Theresa's powers. ]

W : Don't turn around! Focus!
Use your magic rings to link me directly to the *Sarkaz expletive* myriad souls!

Amiya : What—?

W : You can do that, right?
I know the Confessarii did something to bind the myriad souls to Her Highness. Let me hear what the old garbage told her—
Then I'll blow them to pieces. THEN I'll find a chance to talk to Her Highness.

Amiya : I'll try!
Just be careful!

W : Enough talking, I'm ready—

<Background flashes>

<Background fades to white>

<Background Black>

「W hears voices innumerable, but it is not as she had imagined.
She thought she would hear angry roars like the revenant's, but the voices are far calmer than she expected.
They quietly tell of countless lives and deaths as Sarkaz.
The sigh of relief when drifting farmers finally find a land to settle on. The last pleas of Infected thrown alive to the furnaces.
The futile howl of dying soldiers forced to watch their city conquered. The helpless cries of hungry children lying weakly on their beds.
So many different upbringings and circumstances, all bestowed a tragic fate just because they were Sarkaz.
Their joy, their anger, the emotions amplified by the span of nine thousand years—
If this was what Theresa was always listening to... why?
Was it the myriad souls' will that the twin kings came to be again? Was it their will that sent the Sarkaz into this war?
The Sarkaz engrave their sorrows into the myriad souls, and the will of the myriad souls leads those who come after on a similar path. This is a tragic cycle.
Hate ignites hate. Sorrow reflects sorrow.
...Is that all?
W feels like she is being swept along by a rapid current.
Her life is also amongst the voices of the myriad souls. 」

「"I will detonate things and defend things."
"I will destroy things and direct things." 」

「"They're living, breathing people, W." 」

「"I don't need you to tell me, Ines. Hoederer taught me the difference between people and things." 」

「Yes, W has seen all that the myriad souls speak of. No one knows the life of the Sarkaz better than she does.
She has seen plenty, from the Scar Market of Kazdel to the ships of Babel, from the ruins of Chernobog to the battlefields of Londinium.
She has never contemplated the meaning within, for what she must do is far from complicated.
Need shelter against wind and rain? Light a fire, build a tent. Enemies in the way? Shell them, bomb them, whatever it takes.
It was never the murmur of the myriad souls that kept her going, but the tiny speck of light ahead.
W keeps searching, searching, and finally finds the voice that she wanted the most. 」

「"All of you deserve to live. Yes, you too."
"I remember you, mercenary."
"They gave you the code name W, didn't they?" 」

「Your Highness... we meet again.
Whether you're the real one or not, I don't exactly have a choice, do I?
Now I remember why you captivated me.
The King of Sarkaz, yet so unlike the Sarkaz.
You showed me that the Sarkaz need not be miserable.
So, let's forget the myriad souls for a while. 」

「"W! W..." 」

[4 ]

W : No need to shout, bunny. I know you're there. You were peeking into my memory, weren't you?
If Ines was still around, she would have—
Bah, no time to think about that.
Maybe I can't barge into a fight between Kings of Sarkaz, but I can break Her Highness free from the interference of the myriad souls.

「W can feel her connection with the myriad souls with the help of Amiya's Arts.
Emotions converge before her, emotions that belong to her... 」

「Joy. 」

「Regret. 」

「Anger. 」

「Relief... 」

「The Black Crown magnifies her emotions.
She recalls her past, savoring her experiences. 」

<Background 4>

W : Coming face to face with my entire life... interesting.
Is extracting myself from the myriad souls the only way to get it to quiet down?

「The emotions take shape, and she grabs the colorful object in her hand.
It is her emotions, the experiences of her entire life.
Intangible threads stretch from the 'self' to the chaos in the distance, the myriad souls. 」

W : Is this what you deal with all the time, little bunny?
What you see is probably much better than this.
Her Highness... she looked at me like this, once, didn't she?
Thanks, Amiya.

「W points her gun at the myriad souls. 」

W : Watch, bunny.
Watch how my present's gonna surprise Her Highness!

[W blasts her gun. ]

<Background 5>

Doctor : The tower... has stopped trembling.

Theresa : You... you attacked the myriad souls directly.
No one has ever managed to interrupt their voices... I'm surprised at what you have achieved, Amiya, W.

Amiya : But why... why does Theresa look completely unaffected?

W : Your Highness...

[W starts walking. ]

Amiya : (W, come back! What are you trying to do?)

W : (There's something I have to know...)
(Maybe Her Highness will listen to us—)

「She stops. Theresa sees her, and she sees Theresa's expression.
Maybe, maybe... 」

Theresa : I see what you're thinking, W.
You believe that the will of the myriad souls has warped my judgment...

W : ...Pretty much?
Not that I sympathize with the Victorians. I just don't think your original goal was to help Theresis make this Originium that turns all of Terra on its head.
Maybe you can just pause this thing for a moment, let us get out of... whatever this place is, and then we could talk about how—

Theresa : The W I remember wasn't one to offer truces like this.
You're afraid.

W : Shouldn't I be? I pick my fights too, you know.

Theresa : No... you're afraid that the beacon you have followed for so long is nothing more than an illusion.
You're afraid you might be the one to break the facade.
But you must face it...

W : Wha—

<Background shakes>

「There is no wind in this place, but the static air begins to flow.
Clouds gather and disperse by the tower, soft and light, like white flowers brought to bloom by the wind.
Theresa stands in the middle of the sea of flowers, and a symbol begins to appear at her feet— 」

Doctor : A rhombus. / The symbol has appeared again.

Theresa : You recognize this, Dr. {nickname}.

Doctor : ...

「Her voice is confident.
It is as though, here and now, or perhaps in the distant past... your emotions and memories had been tightly linked.
You are familiar with the symbol. Why a rhombus, though?
It exists everywhere in this "universe", within Originium.
Most of the time, it hangs in the heavens, seemingly a harmless source of light. W and the others would not think much of an unusual "star" in the sky.
But you know that this is not right.
If heaven and earth could be reversed... how could this "star" be a planar figure? 」

<Background fades to white>

I share with you now the universe in my eyes, Dr. {nickname}.
If destruction is the boundary that no life may cross, and all exploration and evolution must eventually reach an end—
Then this is our only future.

Doctor : The rhombus... the symbol of Originium.

Kal'tsit : Whatever you just recalled, Dr. {nickname}, don't go any further.
This is dangerous. Very dangerous.
Don't look at the rhombuses. Don't let them... notice you.

Theresa : Don't worry, Kal'tsit. This tower is safe, for now.

Kal'tsit : Theresa...
You took the most dangerous step after all.

Theresa : I still remember the knowledge you and Dr. {nickname} shared with me.
Kal'tsit... Has the garden near Kazdel turned back into wasteland?

Kal'tsit : ...I went back to check on it, once.
Many storms had passed through. Active Originium had reshaped the landscape.
All the entrances were covered in Originium clusters. It was impossible to tell if our experiment site had been destroyed or not.

Theresa : It's fine. Just some beautiful but impossible dreams. Let them fade away in storm.
Our goal can only be achieved here.

Kal'tsit : The inside of Originium...

Theresa : You described to me how to reverse the Assimilated Universe, to utilize, even alter the information inherent in Originium.
Through the Shard and the cradle that hangs high in the heavens, I finally set foot in the land where truth lies.
The golden ocean sits tranquil above our heads. All information is with us, free from the restrictions of space and time.
I did it, finally.

Kal'tsit : —!

Theresa : The Sarkaz retrieved the first Originium from deep within the land ten thousand years ago. It has returned to the Sarkaz, at long last.
In time, Kazdel will truly become a garden free from the torment of Catastrophe and Oripathy.
Will you still oppose me, despite all that?

Amiya : I remember the dream that Theresa described to me.
A safe and equal home, where Originium is fully under control, and there is no Oripathy or Catastrophe, no schism between the Infected and uninfected.
But soldiers are still dying on the battlefield. Innocent people are still being driven from their homes by war.
Does this home still have room for people other than Sarkaz, in this plan of yours?

Theresa : ...I'm sorry.

Amiya : Then Originium will not be the hope for the eternal existence that you once dreamed of.
It will only become a weapon for the Sarkaz to bring even more destruction.
This was not Theresa's dream.

You're right, Amiya.

Theresa : Then we must become enemies.

That's why you must keep going.

Amiya : Theresa...?

Theresa : The erstwhile King of Sarkaz, builder of Kazdel and supreme leader of Babel stands before you.

Overcome me. Vanquish me.

Theresa : I shall fulfill the King of Sarkaz's duties to the bitter end. I shall fight for the sake of the Sarkaz, as I have for centuries.
All who stand before me, all who try to stop me, are the enemy of the Sarkaz.

All those dreams and promises that I could not fulfill, you can.

Amiya : No... this is not your will...

「I heard it. 」

Theresa : ...

Amiya : —Look out!

<Background flashes repeatedly>

「Black tide clashes with black tide. King clashes with King.
Amiya's black Arts are reduced to nothing the moment they touch Theresa. Black threads are pulled away from around Amiya, re-converging in Theresa's palm.
Countless white threads rush out from Theresa's hand.
They tightly surround Amiya.
Like a soft dress, or a blossom whose blooming process had been reversed. 」

Amiya : Ugh—!

W : Bunny!

[W fires her gun. ]

「Theresa's silhouette fades in the smoke of the explosion. Where she had stood, the outline of a thorn-shaped crown becomes increasingly distinct. 」

W : Didn't work?
Is that the power of the King of Sarkaz too?!

Doctor : This is the power of Originium.

Kal'tsit : ...She did it.
Theresa is emulating the Black Crown with Originium.

Amiya : This is far beyond the powers of the King of Sarkaz that I'm able to wield...
Doctor! Dr. Kal'tsit! Behind me!
I'll protect you—

<Background fades to white>

[Amiya uses her Arts. ]

Amiya : Theresa—

<Background 5>

Amiya : Theresa—

[A young Amiya runs around. ]

Amiya : Theresa...
She promised to take me outside to pick flowers today. Where is she?
In a meeting with the Doctor? Or visiting the wards with Dr. Kal'tsit?
Theresa is busy. I shouldn't disturb her. I'll go to the cafeteria and get lunch for her!

「The sun shines brightly on the spotless deck. The wind is warm, mixed with the smell of wilderness and flowers. 」

[Footsteps approach. ]

Theresa : Amiya.

[The present-day Amiya appears astonished. ]

Amiya : I... This is...

「The Cautus girl turns around and sees her onetime self running happily on the deck. 」

Amiya : This is... the Civilight Eterna system.

Theresa : This is your memory. I can see it.
You hear the whispers of my heart, know everything I'm thinking about.
And vice versa.

Amiya : You remember it all...
You were always the same Theresa... all along...

Theresa : It's been a while, Amiya.
I'm very happy to see you all grown up.

Amiya : I... I'm really happy to see you again...

Theresa : Give me a little bit of time. I want to take a good look at you.
I've always wanted to know how things have been for you all these years.
I can see them... all the fighting and the loss that you've experienced throughout the journey. I see it all.
All I want is a little more time...

Amiya : What is it that you're looking at?

「She casts her gaze towards the distance, but there is nothing on the deck. 」

Theresa : It was such a happy time.
I thought you were an unfortunate child who needed to be cared for closely. But it was you brought so much comfort to Rhodes Island.
It took me a long time to realize that meeting you was the luckiest thing in my life.

Amiya : But... why me?

Theresa : ...
Let's go out for a walk, shall we?

Amiya : Where are you going?

<Background fades to white>

<Background 6>

Amiya : This is...

Theresa : My home, Kazdel.
I always wanted to take you here.

Amiya : You told me many stories of what happened there.
But Babel never made it back to Kazdel...

「There was no need for questions.
Amiya feels Theresa's every choice, every struggle. 」

Amiya : I understand that war now.
You had no choice.

Theresa : We have already made a choice when we say, "There is no choice."
I had to choose the path that was better for Sarkaz.

「This race has been through too much hardship. Every step it takes is heavy and labored.
If Sarkaz needed someone to show them a new path, she would take up the banner first; if the price of Sarkaz unity was the death of their king, she would be the one to step up.
The protector is inevitably also the persecutor, Amiya.
As we gain, so do we take away. 」

Amiya : The Theresa I knew always chose the path of peace.
That's what Babel and Rhodes Island are for... isn't it?

Theresa : Babel exists because of all of you.
The watchman who carries the burden of civilization, the sage who holds the key, the genius mercenary who gains free will, and the innocent child compassionate for all life.
And Logos, Mantra, Scout, Ace... countless souls that shine so bright.
You have overcome the barriers of race, upbringing and disease. You share a sincere friendship and unwavering dream.
Through the tribulations of war and the obstacle of reality, you continue to stand together and stand by me.
That was how Babel was founded.
It was never I who made you members of Babel.
It was you who made a clothesmaker who picked up a crown, one of countless Kings of Sarkaz, Theresa of Babel.
You can achieve what I could not.

Amiya : Thank you... Theresa.

Theresa : Will you hear me tell one more story, Amiya?

「Not an epic of heroic warriors protecting their home, nor a legend of a King of Sarkaz's reign.
Just a story of an ordinary Sarkaz girl, who lived a little longer than the ordinary person.
Born in Kazdel, she saw the few families and friends she had suffer in constant cold and hunger, trembling in fear in the darkness every night, waiting for the sun to rise again.
She wanted the people around her to live in happiness, to have a safe home. She would do anything for this.
She remained ever true to this wish. 」

Amiya : Then why...
Why must we fight you?

Theresa : ...
Not every meeting has a beautiful ending, Amiya.
I've left once. This time, we have the chance to say goodbye.
You saw the myriad souls, Amiya. They struggled against fate all their lives. They don't want to be used and imprisoned even unto death.
The same is true for me.
You must defeat me, Amiya.

「Only then can you carry on my unfulfilled dream.
Only then can you release me.
"Fate" should not exist, Amiya. 」

<Background 7>

Theresa : You have remained the good girl that I saw the first day we met, no matter how much you went through.
Perhaps you would not have to bear so much pain, if you weren't so brave, so gentle.

[The two of them walk around. ]

Amiya : Is this... that day?
You held me in your arms, told me stories, until...
Theresa... can you stop?

Theresa : I've stopped, Amiya. I'm not reading your memories.

Amiya : So...
This is my own power. We are inside your memories.

Theresa : Yes, Amiya.

Amiya : I'm sorry, Theresa... I couldn't help myself.

Theresa : It's not you who should say sorry.
Becoming the King of Sarkaz means carrying the emotions of the many, but the emotions that belong to ourselves are there as well.

Amiya : ...

Theresa : I've lost much in my life, Amiya, but I don't have many regrets.
The only regret I have is you. From past to present, I never wanted to leave you.
I am happy about your growth, but I should have been there for you.
I should have been there to teach you how to use the powers of the King of Sarkaz.
Now, though, is your chance to prove to me, the erstwhile King of Sarkaz—

[Flames combust in mid-air. ]

Amiya : —!

「Heat saps at reason, flames scorching the soul.
A sword forms within the flame, taking shape in Theresa's hand. 」

[Theresa brandishes the sword. ]

Theresa : "Wrath".

Amiya : That's... my sword!

Theresa : You will hear the seething anger of that Sarkaz sovereign when you hold this sword in your hand.
You have grabbed this sword from the wrath of the past which once declared war upon injustice...
The sword of the King of Sarkaz shall ever point towards the enemy of Sarkaz.
The sword of the King of Sarkaz shall ever slay the enemy of Sarkaz.
But we have come this far, and yet prejudice lives, and hostility threatens to smother us.
The Kings of Sarkaz of the past have failed. The Theresa of the past has failed—

「Amiya sees it all.
Theresa wandering in the darkness, seeking an answer.
Theresa standing in the halls of the airship, gazing down at the battle below.
Theresa waking up alone from death, no friend or comrade around her.
Theresa—pointing her sword at a child.
Such sorrow.
Amiya could barely move under the overwhelming sorrow. 」

Theresa : Now, you hold a sword as well.

「Amiya feels a weight in her hand.
The sword, which had slain an evil god, had returned to her hand.
Formless flame warms her palm. 」

Amiya : You... how?!

「Black tides ripple from Theresa, turning into threads that lead Amiya's hand—
The sword points at Theresa. 」

Theresa : This is my final gift to you, Amiya.
Feel my power, my emotions, my will...
Make them a part of you.
They will be by your side... in my place.

「The sword in Amiya's hand trembles, but not out of fear or excitement.
She can feel Theresa's will fill it. 」

Amiya : ...I've always remembered, Theresa.
I remember every story you told me, the words you whispered into my ear.
I never had the chance to tell you—
I'm so, so glad that I met you.
And...

「The sword pierces Amiya's own chest.
Amiya holds Theresa's hand tightly, pushing the sword further in.
It is not that there is no pain.
It is simply that all the pain has been wrapped in layer of warmth.
Tears begin to fall from Theresa's face—
Falling into Amiya's eyes. 」

「The black sword shatters.
A warm and gentle power surrounds Amiya's fingertips.
It is sorrow...
And the purest love. 」

<Background 1>

Amiya : I will.
I will inherit the legacy of Civilight Eterna.
I will become the King of Sarkaz.

Operation story: 14-22

Before operation

After operation

Summary

Theresa is defeated, but completes her final mission. For a moment, every Sarkaz senses the thorough dissipation of the myriad souls. The Doctor and Amiya bring everyone out of the Assimilated Universe.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

[A patient's heart monitor is beeping. ]

Dying Infected : Huff, huff... *cough*...
You're here again... Amiya.

Amiya : Look, miss! I drew you something!

Dying Infected : Ha, I can hear you drawing something on the quarantine cabin walls... Amiya.
But I can't see anymore... I've been blind since yesterday.

Amiya : ...
Oh, I know! I'll come in—

Dying Infected : Don't. I might just—

Amiya : It's alright, Miss. I'm Infected too, remember? Babel's doctors are close, so I'm sure they'll take good care of us.
Miss, give me your hand, and I'll draw it out for you!

「The tiny Cautus gently takes the hand of the Infected patient lying on the sickbed into her own—Black crystals cover her entire body, an enchanting Originite sheen circulating inside the crystals.
Amiya knows what this means for an Infected. She has seen it before.
Her finger earnestly traces a shape on the patient's palm. 」

Amiya : You said the name you got from your parents is a flower you've never seen.
I went to ask the Doctor and Theresa about it, and they brought me to see the real thing!
Can you feel it, Miss? I'm drawing it on your palm with my finger.
Your name is so pretty!

Dying Infected : ...

Amiya : Um, was my drawing too messy? I can try again...

Dying Infected : Little bunny... Aren't you scared of me?

Amiya : Huh? Why would I be scared of you?

Dying Infected : ...
We've just recently arrived at Babel, but I'm fond of you, Amiya.
We're friends, right...? Can you help a friend out? Help me ring a doctor with the bell.
I'd like them to bring me to see... no, to touch those flowers.

Amiya : ...I want to go with you too.

Dying Infected : No can do. You're sick as well, so be good and stay here.

Amiya : Then I'll wait for you to come back.

「The Infected patient says nothing, and only rubs Amiya's head.
Amiya sees the patient trying her best to bear the pain, and the shiny Originium crystals on her arm. 」

Amiya : ...

「Amiya, you had just followed the Doctor to Babel then.
I still remember you sat at the door of the quarantine cabin for a long time, persistently refusing to move.
The Doctor found you in silence, and sat down to join you. You only started crying when the Doctor hugged you.
I too, wanted to hold you in my arms, but I couldn't bear to disturb you both.
Amiya... you're a bright child. You knew that Infected would never return.
She didn't want you to see her leave. It would be too cruel for a child to witness. But she didn't know just how strong you are.
I see many things from your gentle eyes. You want to help them...
No matter their race or Infection status—you see them all as lively, lovely people.
It was from that moment I began to harbor a selfish idea—
Perhaps... you could bear this crown in the future...
Perhaps... you can go further than I have.
I was in no hurry to hand over a responsibility this heavy to you. I thought I had the luxury of time to be by your side as you grew up—
I'm sorry, Amiya. I broke my promise. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Doctor : ...The Arts that trapped us in there is gone.

Amiya : Theresa's aura... is fading away.
Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit... is it over?

Doctor : Is it... all over?
But... what about "Amnannam"?

Amiya : I'm sorry, Doctor... I didn't find any leads to the primordial Originium from Theresa.

Kal'tsit : We were one step too late.

Doctor : "Amnannam" is no longer here... / The first Originium has been sent away.

Kal'tsit : So you've noticed, Doctor.
Can you still see the top of the spire now?

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, aren't we standing on...

Doctor : ...Those huge white pillars are still extending downwards... / I can no longer see where they end...

Kal'tsit : I'm afraid the dust isn't going to settle so easily.

Doctor : Wait... / Where's W?

[An explosion rings out. ]

??? : These threads are such an eyesore—

[Another explosion rings out. ]

Amiya : There she is!

W : Bunny! Help me out!
Everyone's saying she's gone, but I have to see it for myself.

「Pink-white threads fork out like branches, attaching and growing on the white pillars.
They land on the red roots, wrapping, twisting...
Eventually covering this tower of infinity completely. 」

W : Amiya, I'm not going to regret like I did back then again.
At the very least, I hope this time...

Amiya : I know.
The same goes for us.

「Amiya walks to the silk-wrapped roots, gently touching the soft matter.
Sparks of flame drop from the hem of her skirt, leaving clusters of fire in her path.
The flames under her do not extinguish easily, but spread to the threads.
They continue to climb, replacing the fractured white threads as they wrap around the only tower standing between land and sky. 」

「Threads flutter and fall to the floor.
They quickly cover the roots, like a garden in bloom by wind, with flames burning within.
Theresa sits among the flower-like flames, leaning on the roots as she looks at the golden ocean in the 'sky' coming to a calm. 」

<Background 3>

Theresa : Amiya, you're so much stronger than I imagined. How warm these flames are...
'Flames that burn away all decay', you've really done it, Amiya.
Well, since that's done, come over. Closer.

Amiya : Theresa, we—

Theresa : Ssh... I know what you're thinking in that little mind of yours.
Look at the ocean above our heads. The waves we made are calming down. Soon we'll leave.
Amiya. Some wishes shouldn't be voiced out loud, because they'll only leave more sorrow behind.

Amiya : No, Theresa. I don't want to leave any more regrets. I wish... we all wish you can stay.

Theresa : Even if I'll let you all down again?

Amiya : Isn't it more important to have the people I care about know how I feel? That's what the Doctor taught me.

Theresa : ...
*smiles* You've truly grown up, Amiya.
...I'll always be with you, Amiya. As I promised you...
Originium no longer contains the slightest bit of my own information, but I'm sure you won't abandon the ideals I once hoped for.

Amiya : Is there no other way to let you stay—

Theresa : To save me, and end this war?
There is no one on this land that will manage to realize every single wish. That includes even the creator.
Amiya, do not lament over the dead. Exercise more concern for the living, especially those who scoff at the notion of hope.
But for now, before we leave... let's quietly—

[W rushes over. ]

W : Your Highness! Sorry, I-I just, couldn't keep it in anymore.

Theresa : Oh... W? Is this a hug from you?

W : Your Highness...? Your eyes...

Theresa : I can't see clearly anymore. The information flow holding this body together is fading away.
But I still have my sense of touch. And I can tell you're not crying. That's good.

「Theresa reaches out and returns the embrace, gently patting W's shoulder. 」

W : —?!
Your Highness, y-you don't mind...?

Theresa : Why would I?
Hm... I suppose worrying about that isn't anything strange coming from you. You haven't changed one bit, W.
I can still remember our time back at Babel, when you were hiding in a corner with your camera in hand, hesitating to come forward...

W : ...Y-You saw me?!

Theresa : Of course. Actually, I was even waiting for you to come over for a photo together. But you never did manage to muster up the courage.

W : Your Highness?! You saw—and even remembered that?!
E-Even—

Theresa : Taking a cheeky picture of me? Not just that. I didn't think the reckless mercenary from back then would grow into the woman before me today.
The truth of how the Chernobog and Lungmen conflicts were actually settled, the mercenary group giving Manfred headaches for the past few years, and of course, your appearance in this place that shouldn't have happened at all...
You can achieve so much more than you imagine, W.
You should have realized by now I'm not so divine as you believe, and you're not insignificant.

W : Haha... Hahaha! I don't care if you're consoling me, or deceiving me—I'm taking it to heart!
Your Highness, you really are always so... gentle. When we first arrived in this damn place, when I saw you, I was so afraid—
I want to make up for that missed photo opportunity, Your Highness!
Camera, camera... wait, when did it break—That damn Qalid'čoa!

Theresa : I'm afraid it wouldn't work here, even if it wasn't broken.

W : ...

Theresa : W, I know you don't want to leave any regrets. I am the same.
I don't want to leave you thinking I break my promises.

W : Wha?!

Theresa : I still owe you a name, remember?

W : —?!

Theresa : "W" belongs to a departed Sarkaz, and a cycle that should have ended...
As I said, you deserve a more fitting name. A proper name for a Sarkaz woman like yourself.
Well, I did want to wait until the dust settled in Kazdel first, but I'm afraid I won't get to see that day come.

W : Wait, Your Highness! Hold on, I, I... still don't get...
Give me some time! Wait, no! I should be writing this down!
Screw it, I don't care anymore! I'm ready!

Theresa : "Wiš'adel".

W : ...

Theresa : ...Will that be hard to remember?

W : How could it be?
"Wiš'a", and "del", right? Del means home, that I know. But Wi... wiš'a...

Theresa : It means to "Wish".

W : To wish... for a home.

Theresa : Yes. Kazdel's destiny—could you witness it, in my stead?

W : But... I... you... Theresis...

Theresa : Kazdel's future is in your hands. Not mine, nor Theresis's.
You'll understand when the day comes.

Wiš'adel : Haha... Alright! Wiš'adel... Wiš'a—del...
It's engraved onto my brain forever. I'll never forget it!
I like it. Sounds so much better than the names Hoederer threw at me from his dictionary.
Kal'tsit, Amiya, and you in the hood. Heard that? Call me Wiš'adel from now on. And you'd better not get it wrong.
Also, I just decided to head down to the Military Commission later and bomb my name out with explosives. That way, nobody'll ever forget it.
Or maybe the roof's better. I want the flames to spread so far you can even see it from Londinium...

Amiya : Wiš'a...del.

Wiš'adel : I know what you want to say. I'm not crying.
I'm shaking because... hehe... hah...

Amiya : ...

Kal'tsit : ...

Wiš'adel : *ahem* Why's everyone all quiet now?

Amiya : You.. I... can't find the words to say...

Kal'tsit : Go, Amiya.
Before she vanishes completely... she'll be happy with you by her side.
Even if she'll never admit it herself.

Amiya : ...

Kal'tsit : Doctor, we may be standing against Theresa now, but I have to admit she has achieved something beyond the limits of my imagination.
I believe you as you are right now, should already have some conjectures in mind even if you're missing your past memories.

Doctor : It has something to do with that mysterious person. / ...Priestess...

Kal'tsit : Theresa, our mission is far from being over, yes?

Theresa : ...

Kal'tsit : Have you already handed the first Originium to him?
...Theresa, this difficult problem you're leaving us with is truly—

Theresa : Kal'tsit, things don't always go the way we want. All we have done is to do what we should, nothing more.
Doctor, your appearance before me right now is proof I've won our earlier bet.

Doctor : Theresa... / You still hide so many secrets.

Theresa : Hah. Doctor, allow me to instill a little bit more suspense.
You're still not ready, even now, even if all of you've surpassed me—
See the ocean waves billowing?
We don't have much time left.

Kal'tsit : I always knew our reunion only meant another parting.

Theresa : My dear Kal'tsit, since we're all clear about our respective endings, why should we go through sorrow yet again?
Can you come closer?

「Theresa stretches out her hand and touches the ends of Kal'tsit's hair. 」

Theresa : Ah, here you are. I hope my staunch and strong Kal'tsit isn't shedding any tears this time either.

Kal'tsit : You're always like this.

Theresa : I'm a very fortunate soul, Kal'tsit.
Every time I leave, I do so with my dearest friend by my side...
Thank you.

Kal'tsit : ...

Amiya : Theresa... she's disappearing...

Wiš'adel : She's what? Bunny, what kinda nonsense is that? Isn't Her Highness with us right now? I'm even hugging—

Theresa : Wiš'adel, haven't you achieved what you wanted to do...?
You met, defeated me, and finally, killed me.
It's time to let go.
I will leave without a trace, and no longer exist anywhere you can see.

<Background 3>

Kal'tsit : Theresa, do you mean that the Originium will no longer bear any traces of you?

Theresa : Yes, I won't allow Originium to become our cage.
All that I've strived for, is just to free the Sarkaz completely.
The Sarkaz should be free, in both life and death.
"Destroy something, to create a ladder..." Even if what I end up destroying is myself.

Doctor : You're so... different from the Theresa I had in mind.

Theresa : Dr. {nickname}... This is our "first" meeting, isn't it?
What bits have you heard of me... what kind of Theresa do you have in your mind?
A founder of Babel, a faultless idealist?
Or a cold, calculated King of Sarkaz, a schemer who instigates war?

Doctor : No, neither.
Both are roles that others need you to play.

Theresa : Is that so...

[The environment suddenly shifts. ]

<Background 4>

Theresa : I didn't think we'd get the chance to say our farewells so peacefully.

Doctor : This is...? / I've never been here before.

Theresa : A friend bid farewell to me here, a long time ago.
I witnessed my friend's death, and from here I began walking towards my own.
...I like this place.
But it is also somewhere I cannot reach or visit, ever.
It only perpetually exists in the memories of the void, unreachable throughout my whole life.
Dr. {nickname}, what kind of person do I seem to you right now—?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Someone who would do everything and anything for the fate of their people.

Theresa : Is that so? Quite the interesting answer.
You and me, past and present, what is gone, and what is to come...
Time seems to hold no meaning here. Perhaps we have already said something similar at some other point in time.
But what you say isn't completely baseless.
I was once warned about my future, but I was clear this was my path to tread.
I wouldn't give up, no matter if I lived or died, regardless of place and time.
However, the very same words coming from you hold no irony at all.
Thank you, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Someone always chasing after a lofty ideal.

Theresa : What defines a lofty ideal? Who ought to define it?
I exacted violence on other races for Sarkaz freedom. I renounced the belief I once defended with my life, and stood against all of you...
The Rhodes Island of today has already stepped out of Babel's shadow...
Though it has abandoned some concepts Babel once adhered to, for the Sarkaz.
You fly peace as your banner, but employ violence to help our oppressors bring back suffering to the Sarkaz.
But at the same time, I can't deny your own lofty ideals, just like how I can't deny my past self.
Perhaps you believe you completely comprehend what "lofty" means... but for me, the phrase still weighs too heavy.
However, thank you, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I... don't know.

Theresa : ...
I can sense you're not lying right now.
But if you're still going to give a perfunctory reply at such a moment... my disappointment will only grow.
Of course, a little loss isn't surprising at all. I really want to know your answer, Doctor.
Doctor, don't give up on finding the answer. If you're still just following Rhodes Island's ideals as you go—
I worry if you're ready enough to handle whatever it is that you encounter in the future.
Just keep going, like how I hoped you would in the past.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : ...To be honest, I can't give you a proper evaluation. / You're still a conundrum to me.

Theresa : You're cautious, still hostile and wary toward me just like you were back then... of course, we stand now on opposing sides like we did before.
But no matter. You merely haven't had enough time to figure out each and every single enigma there is.
A pity we always have our chats when the clock is ticking down so fast.

Doctor : I heard so many stories about you on Rhodes Island.
You've done so much. / You still have many regrets.

Theresa : My mission is over.
Many years ago, you and Kal'tsit pushed a door open for me, to a wider world.
But I was already a sovereign to the Sarkaz. I bear their suffering, their fate.
My ideals and vision may transcend that sky of nothingness, but the weight of reality still pulled me back down to earth.
I was already convinced back then that the person who could change the Sarkaz, or even the future of Terra itself was absolutely not me—it has never been me.
A close friend whom I trust the most already predicted this end.

Doctor : And that person... is me—?

<Background fades out>

Theresa : Doctor, give me your hand.

Theresa : Yes, I had the fortune to meet your "truest" self.
That person was wise, gentle.
Though bearing with the heaviest of duty and wearing the strongest of shackles, that one never gave up hope, ever.
I'm gratified.
You stand alongside Kal'tsit and Amiya now, and so I believe I made the right choice back then.
The choices we made on our own have also determined the path to where we are now.
Our original meeting in haste was just like this parting between two strangers... was it not?

Doctor : I can't sense any... resentment from you.

Theresa : Resentment? Why?
To this day, I still feel only regret and a longing from when I touched the depths on your soul and the unimaginable truth.
Yes... it is because I touched the depths of your heart that I hold so much regret... we lost a chance to walk on the same path.
Perhaps that person was so fascinating due to an internal conflict no one else can empathize with.

Doctor : ...Just what kind of person was "I"? / ...Speculations, questions—I can't piece together fully what "I" was. / All this contradictory information is making me feel confused and anxious.

Theresa : Haven't you noticed? You don't doubt your decisions now.
What shapes your true self? Everything that you've experienced, or your already concealed past?
Look at where we are, Doctor.
Those silent memories and the truth of everything, are they not by your side...?

Doctor : Originium...

Theresa : Past, present, future. Time is no longer defined by the rules we find so familiar at the end of Originium.
You no longer remember...
But you told me once, that "Originium"—
Brought an innumerable amount of suffering upon this land, along with countless possibilities. Created by hundreds of millions of sacrifices in the era you came from.
When you created Originium, what expectations did you harbor towards it and this land?
Look, at everything recorded inside this golden ocean... do they line up with your expectations?

「You see it...
Ursus's inferno, Kjerag's wind and snow, Iberia's tides...
A torrent of information rushes past you, in units of civilizations, from time and space since time immemorial.
You suddenly realize— 」

Doctor : All the questions I have... / All the past I forgot...
Can be answered and found in this field of Originium.
No. / ... / ...No.

「You retract your hands. 」

Doctor : It is all that I've gone through that shapes what I am today.
And not my concealed past.

Theresa : You always have a pleasant surprise in store...
Doctor... we managed to meet once more while I lie deep in the sea of information after our parting.
It is my past, but it is your future.
Though you might still be on a path to find yourself, you still want to prove to me that you're—
"Just as I always have been."
How I wish I could see you find the answers with my own eyes. But I'm sorry... I can't go any further.

<Background shakes>

Theresa : Doctor, I have to go, and so do you all...
If you have no intention of being trapped in this infinite nothingness for all eternity, that is.
Goodbye, Dr. {nickname}.
My dear friend whom I've never met.

<Background 3>

Doctor : —Theresa!

「There is no response.
The white figure atop the tower has vanished.
Nothing remains. 」

Amiya : Theresa... She's gone.

Wiš'adel : ...Oh.

Kal'tsit : Doctor, what did you see?

Doctor : Theresa... told me...

Doctor : What kind of person she was. / What kind of person I am.
I found it... where "Amnannam" is.

<Background fades out>

「We'll leave this place.
The waves of information have subsided.
Do you hear the voices of the myriad souls departing, Banshee— 」

Logos : The tower is at peace, Your Highness...
The waves are flowing backwards into a hell we cannot comprehend.
The flames that could burn even these roots have no way to light up the infinite night.
Where will all of you go from here?

「An eternal void, a true death. 」

Theresa : We will no longer stay on the other side, Aefanyl.
"Logos". You should get more used to being called by this name.
You've made your choice, the choice of a Rhodes Island elite operator.

「Logos stands on the endless flow of information, his own figure leaving its mark on the vast ocean.
The slender figure on the other side stands in silence.
Ripples cause her silhouette to waver, no longer clear. 」

Theresa : When I heard you sound the knell for yourself by the river, I was already waiting for an old friend to appear on this side.
*sigh* A pity Laqeramaline is still unwilling to involve herself in this war.

Logos : Mother... she did indeed rescue me from death.

Theresa : With an ingenious method, but one befitting her former character.
She has also made her choice, as you have.
I saw you confronting the myriad souls, no less impressive than the time your mother and I stood side by side in battle.
I'll have no way of seeing her again. Say farewell to her for me, Logos.

Logos : Your Highness, your figure is fading—

Theresa : Departure is also a form of resistance. This is what we've chosen for ourselves.
Originium shall not cage us here for eternity.

Logos : I... don't understand. Where did the cage come from, and what do you seek for?

Theresa : There's no need to comprehend it, Logos.
You need only know the trapped myriad souls are now dissipating into freedom via a complicated flow of information impossible to parse.
No longer readable, recordable—

Logos : "A true death".
All kings and heroes will no longer respond to my words, and no longer will anyone be on the other side...
Your Highness, will the myriad souls still exist after today?

Theresa : No.

Logos : Will there be ferrymen with an array on torches lighting up the other side?

Theresa : No more.

Logos : Then where will our kin go, when they leave us?

Theresa : I don't know... I'm afraid it's too late for me to find that answer.
I've walked to the end, and the truth of civilization lies before me in fog. There is no way for me to touch it, but it does not mean the rest of you cannot cross it.

Logos : Your Highness...?

Theresa : *chuckle* I've just unloaded the burden of worrying for the future. What the myriad souls care about is only the Sarkaz.
"From death comes new life"... you understand the inevitability of fate, but you have yet to clearly perceive the truth of death.
The myriad souls are no longer our shackles, and Originium will no longer be the sin we bear.
Logos, our departure also serves as our liberation.
No longer will there be prolonged indignant murmuring for a myriad years, nor an unforgettable legacy of suffering to be inherited.
For the first time we have a future that can be changed.

「"For the first time we have the right to choose." 」

<Background 5>

Excited Mercenary : *hiss*... *huff*...
No surrendering here. Only death.

Crumbling Soldier : Y-You don't have to kill me...
Just look at the bloody crystals on my body... ugh... and my comrades... they haven't appeared from the fog...
I can't live on—I don't want to die—

Excited Mercenary : Heh.

「The mercenary's blade stops right before it makes contact with the dying soldier.
He looks toward the sky, and feels something leaving. The impatience to kill gradually fades away from inside him. 」

Excited Mercenary : ...Gah. Did I imagine that?

Crumbling Soldier : *sobs*...

Excited Mercenary : ...
...Heh.

[The mercenary thrusts his blade. ]

「"The Sarkaz will no longer need to live for the shackles of history."
"We will live simply for survival. Resist against suffering the exact same way as everyone else does on this land." 」

<Background 6>

Paprika : No, my ball of yarn!

Ines : Caught you. Careful, Paprika.

Paprika : Phew! Thanks! Y-You can put me down now, Ines!

Ines : We'll find a way to rescue Amiya and the rest, so don't panic.
Your life is worth more than these few balls of yarn.

Paprika : ...But my Nana gave them to me before I left home...
Huh...? Wait, did you feel that, Ines?

Ines : Feel what?

Paprika : —!
A pounding in the depths of your soul.

Ines : ...
I was concentrating on the skeleton. I need to make sure it stays somewhere safe—somewhere no one can locate or affect it.
Paprika, what did it feel like exactly, and will it affect any future plans?

Paprika : I-I can't say. But... from everyone's faces, it seems like it wasn't just me!

Ines : You're... crying?

Paprika : Oh, you're right! But... why?

「"But what about you?"
"Me? The same as every other Sarkaz."
"Depart. Dissipate. Die." 」

「"Please continue accompanying Rhodes Island on their path. There's no need to doubt your decision."
"Thank you, Logos." 」

Logos : Your Highness, perhaps you may share my doubts on whether the myriad souls' departure will truly allow us to bid farewell to the past...
The other side will be bare, but where will the plague of death from this battlefield send the souls of our kin to?
Your Highness, I will witness our end in your stead.
The ferry is no more, so I shall guide the souls.
If they have nowhere to go, I shall be their boat.
My voice will set the torches on the other side aflame, and I hereby vow—
Only when I no longer hear the roaring of my kin on the other side...
When our compatriots can rest in peace on this land...
Will the knell cease to ring.

「Ripples form on the golden water as the myriad souls respond.
Kings and heroes, regular spirits or resentful wraiths, they leave with haste.
Traces of the Sarkaz existing within Originium dissipate. 」

Logos : Now... please allow me to send both you and the myriad souls off.

「An elegy sounds from his lips as he readies to walk over the water.
The young Banshee sends the myriad souls off. 」

<Background 7>

Sudaram : (Indistinct Sarkaz language) ...Leave... Patriarch...

Nezzsalem : She is gone.
(Ancient Sarkaz language) "Amnannam" has bloomed, destiny already in our hands.
She honored her vow, so the war will also abide by her.
Go, no longer shroud yourself with the fog. Water death with death, and honor departure with victory.
Victoria's condolences... I shall personally receive it in her stead.

「The blue fowlbeast pecks at the tears of the white-horned demon.
She caresses the fowlbeast's feathers on its brow—Can Nightingale's inherently empty soul feel the pain of that departure? 」

<Background 8>

Shining : Liz... did you feel that?
The throbbing in our souls, lamenting whispers echoing in our minds.

「The corners of Liz's eyes twitch minutely, unable to respond in her deep slumber. 」

Margaret : Shining, is her condition worsening?

Shining : No, she'll be fine.
Margaret, we have to meet with the Doctor and the others with haste.

Margaret : ...Is it because of that thing transforming in the sky earlier?
When it began changing, you started acting strange.
Is this another Confessarius conspiracy too?

Shining : No... at the very least, he will be unable to involve himself in this matter for the time being.
Though it definitely has a link to his schemes.
Every Sarkaz has probably felt it—the departure of someone extremely important to us all.

Margaret : Hm... I can't fully comprehend what exactly you're talking about, but any new accidents in our current situation might affect how the war will go.
You're right, the Doctor and the rest should have more pivotal information on their end.
There's no more time to waste, let's go.

<Background 9>

Nadine : General, General!

Manfred : This place is...

Nadine : We were cleaning up the battlefield when we so fortunately found you...
General... we failed to recapture the "Lifebone".

Manfred : ...
Am I the only one here?
Ascalon...

Nadine : General, your wounds...
We'll bring you back to camp for treatment right now.

Manfred : No.
We missed our chance, and time is no longer on our side. Our top priority now is to return to Londinium and discuss our next move of our plan with the Regent.
Contact the spy sentries ahead to cooperate with us, and prepare to cross this warzone.

Nadine : General! Look at the blood dripping nonstop... you're in terrible shape! The Military Commission can't afford to lose another high-ranking officer!

Manfred : I gave an order.
...This is for the remaining, living Sarkaz.

Nadine : —!
Yes... sir.

<Background shakes>

Nadine : What happened...?
...Impossible. This feeling—

Manfred : Your Highness, is this the price you spoke of...?
For the Sarkaz's future...

<Background 10>

Theresis : From today onwards, there will be no trace of your existence anywhere, even within Originium...
The "gods", or the arrogant being professing to be the creator...
Will you see them at the end of your path... Theresa?
After I felt you brushing past me, your voice has turned harder to hear.
All I hear now from the void surrounding me is muffled, vapid noise.
The path ahead is clear, and it's time for everything to end.
Theresa—

<Background fades out>

「"Can you still hear my voice...?" 」

「I can.
Yours, the newborns, and the dying ones... here, we can hear the voice of every Sarkaz...
The souls are stranded in an ocean of unconsciousness, shouting our names before they drown as they await guidance.
In a present no longer recorded anywhere in time, the name we respond to the most... is "Theresa".
I can hear the raging rumbling from skeletons that fell from the sea of stars into the ice field ten thousand years ago. Unknown, dreadful, terrifying.
We have ended the oppression that was branded into our blood from that time onward... No, we have yet to do so.
We questioned ourselves: Did our resistance hold any meaning then?
...The future will prove it to us.
Then, what about now?
Now we shall go far, far away.
That is my reply. 」

<Background Black>

Theresa : The myriad souls who never gave up resisting until they completely dissipated, did one last thing for the Sarkaz within the Originium—
They fought for a future where everyone has a right to survive, for the ones still alive.
...
Onward, everyone.

「That day, a certain exhausted Sarkaz girl fell into a deep sleep within the warm flames of the Kazdel Soul Furnace for some reason.
She dreamed of her mother far away in a foreign country, standing in light within the pitch-black darkness speaking to her.
She couldn't hear her clearly, but she did not cry either. Because she saw her mother smile. Then, she woke up, opened her eyes, and saw a pure white flower in full bloom by her head.
The black dust from the forge burning death landed on the fragile flower petals, but it unexpectedly highlighted the flower's dazzling vitality even more instead.
Here, death and light congregate. The girl shed tears at the beauty created by setting death aflame.
After that day, Sarkaz passing by the Soul Furnace would see a girl show up every single day to water a flower growing in the Originium dust and bones with drops of dew.
She offered tribute to the light until the day that flower withered and died. 」

"Is that how the story ends...? Why is it so sad, Theresa?
"Sad? I actually see it as a happy tale of hope arriving, Amiya."
"The flower withered, returned to dust. But the seed of new life has already been sown."

<Background 3>

Wiš'adel : ...Did the revenant get left behind?

Kal'tsit : No, the myriad souls never took in revenants.
Even if he regathers his thoughts, his intrinsically Originium-influenced self cannot be reversed or changed.
So he was never to depart with the myriad souls.

Wiš'adel : So Her Highness never planned to take him away from here either?

Kal'tsit : I have no way of knowing.

Wiš'adel : Heh... so it's not like Her Highness can't lie...
I didn't expect you to end up in my hands, old fossil.

Amiya : There's no reason to harm him anymore, W.

Wiš'adel : I told you to call me Wiš'adel!
Relax, bunny. I'm not going to smash him to bits... I'm just taking him away with me.
He already died once, so it's not hard to guess why Her Highness let him remain here.
Up 'til her death she always craved for the Sarkaz to unite, so her plan for the revenants is super simple—
To first live like people. Well, even if he no longer looks anything like one.
You don't have to set everything on fire. Your mission ended a long time ago, so leave the rest to more capable people. Like me, for example...
Bah, just stay in this weapon for the time being, yeah?

"Do you still remember the story about the puppet, Amiya? He went into a river of tears, and sank to the riverbed..."
"Grief, despair... But it doesn't mean it's a true ending set in stone. You can always continue a story for as long as you want, but what's more important, is the storyteller."

"The storyteller... are you talking about yourself, Theresa?"

"Me? No... Amiya, I'd prefer the storyteller be you."

Amiya : Hold on, do we have go back to where we came from to leave? Is that possible?

Kal'tsit : We won't have time. This place is changing faster than I expected.

Wiš'adel : So what are you and the crone planning? How the hell are we leaving this place?

Doctor : I'm still trying to figure that out!

Wiš'adel : (Takes out explosives)

Amiya : Wiš'adel! Calm down!

Kal'tsit : Doctor, I cannot tell you how to leave this place. The secrets in here are beyond even me.
But I believe Theresa definitely mentioned a piece of key information to you.

<Background shakes>

Wiš'adel : NOW WHAT?!

Amiya : Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit! These roots are breaking apart, and... floating upwards?!

[The space cracks and crumbles. ]

"Theresa, what if... the puppet was never alone in the first place...? Maybe his companions were waiting for him down there all along!"
"Just like us. Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit, and you... and everyone in Babel!"
"Little people made of pebbles, white, black, green, red... a whole lot of them!"
"They'll surround the puppet and bring him far away following the fierce river waters—"
"Hm... but where can they go...?"

<Background 3>

<Background shakes>

Kal'tsit : We are currently "falling" from this platform.
"She"... finally noticed what Theresa has done.
This tower is being erased. All the information that was organized and put together here is being broken apart.

Amiya : But I can still feel Theresa's presence here, as if she still exists within the scattered information...
Everywhere, although it's vanishing quickly—

Kal'tsit : She's fighting against it... as are the myriad souls.

Wiš'adel : Get your head moving, hood! Even the platform we're on is breaking apart!
Shit! The—thing's—falling—down—

Kal'tsit : Doctor—

Amiya : Doctor, I've got you!

Wiš'adel : Old hag! Your little freak isn't here to help you, so stay still, unless you wanna fall and shatter into a million pieces.
I have an idea on how to slow down our descent. Old fossil, get out here and help! I know you can do it!

Amiya : I'll wrap everyone up in my Arts too!

Doctor : I don't see the landship! / ...Where's Logos?

[Arts flash by and everything begins to slow down. ]

Logos : The landship got swept away with the ocean waves when it was coming to a calm.
But I remain, and I will be your ferry.
I told you, Doctor. We will reunite in peace and tranquility.

<Background Black>

"I got it! I know where the puppet will go, Theresa!"
"The pebble people will take the puppet along the river of tears—"

"{nickname}."

<Background Black>

"Even if they get dizzy from the river's current, as long as they don't give up and stay together hand in hand..."
"They'll never get lost within the tears of sadness—"

"When you are truly confused by everything, you will remember: the answers you seek were here all along."

<Background Black>

Doctor : ...I think I figured out how to leave.

Amiya : Theresa, are you the one guiding us? Doctor—

Doctor : (Nods)

「You and Amiya subconsciously raise your hands at the same time.
Within the silent space, a familiar ship rises from the sea of information.
The airship that was supposedly shattered into pieces is reconstructed anew according to your intentions, hovering below you.
The both of you gaze at the giant diamond shape in the distant void...
Originium. Truth. Priestess. Theresa.
"It's time we left this place."
The airship accelerates forward, tearing apart the void as it enters the light. 」

"The puppet and his friends don't know how much time has passed, but they never give up, even though they're super tired..."
"They share the same wish, and when the water slowed down, they seized the chance to float all the way up. They succeeded, and finally they saw—"
"A sea, a golden sea painted gold by the sun."
"It turns out they didn't just cross the river of tears, but also a vast ocean they didn't know about behind them."
"They set foot on land once again."

"See you, {nickname}. I'll be here waiting for you."

14-23: Night Goes Gentle

Summary

Amiya prevents the airship from crashing, and sees something unexpected. Theresis also obtains the Sarkaz's Originium that Theresa gave her life for.

<Flashback starts here>

「Wait, this is... Babel?! 」

<Background 1>

Amiya : With the help of his friends, the puppet crossed the river of tears, and even the golden ocean behind them they didn't know about...
Finally, they set foot on land once again, and found that Plains of Hope.
Theresa, do you like the ending I came up with?

Theresa : Of course I do.
The puppet's friends—that's my favorite part of your story.

Amiya : But... how did the story actually end, Theresa?

<Flashback ends here>

<Background Black>

「...Theresa?
I can't recall ever having this conversation with Theresa, but I've dreamed of it happening countless times.
It meant the story would finally get an ending it never had, and that the storyteller never left.
I want to tell her I already have the power to change how the story ends.
The question I wasn't able to answer back then, and the answer I've found—
I am willing and able to bear this crown. 」

<Background 2>

[The airship is rapidly plummeting. ]

Doctor : Amiya!

Logos : "Metal matter, fall like feather."

Wiš'adel : There's no way we can stabilize this huge-ass thing! We'll end up a smear on the ground at this rate!
Time to get to work, ancestor!

Revenant's Voice : I am trying! Regaining control of this ship is no easy feat!

Wiš'adel : Quit pretending! How were you so good at it when you were working for the Military Commission?

Revenant's Voice : Insolence! Treat your elders with more respect, young Sarkaz!

Kal'tsit : We have to brace ourselves for the impact from the airship's emergency landing. Mon3tr, protect the Doctor and Amiya.

「Dr. Kal'tsit... they need me. 」

<Background 1>

Theresa : Amiya, the puppet's friends never gave up on him. No matter how they suffered...
Whenever the puppet needs them, they'll show up, catch him, and walk him through his troubles together.
That's what I wish for too. I hope I'll always be there whenever you need me.

「—She's looking at... me?
Theresa...? 」

Theresa : But what we go through... things don't always go our way.
Some of the little puppet's friends will get lost while on their journey.
But their collective memories will accompany their little puppet friend to the end.
Amiya... I will always be with you all.
...Regardless of what form I take.

Amiya : Theresa—
Are you... leaving?

Theresa : What are you saying, Amiya? I left long ago.

Amiya : What...?
You're... not Theresa.

Theresa : Amiya, the memories in your dreams are warm. But you should wake up now.
Return to your companions, Amiya. They need you.
Your journeys have yet to end.

[The airship continues plummeting. ]

「How did I end up here?
We just... left the Assimilated Universe—
I remember the airship returning to our familiar sky, Originium crystals covering the entire ship receding like the tide... 」

<Background shakes and flashes>

Logos : This is the most I can do with my incantations. I'm afraid there's no way to absorb all the impact force.

Wiš'adel : I'm trying my best here! One more time, old coot!

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr!

「Everyone... needs me...
What can I even do now...? 」

Believe in your strength, Amiya.
I will help you—

<Background flashes>

[Amiya casts her Arts. ]

「Every inch of the gigantic ship vibrates in a metallic shudder.
The airship's speed of descent slows down once more. 」

<Background zooms in>

「She uses everything Theresa has taught her with all her strength to prop up the monstrously huge vessel. 」

[Threads wrap around the airship even as it starts breaking apart. ]

「A warm power like a murmur from her dreams encircles Amiya.
She feels as if that person who left has returned, hugging her. 」

Amiya : Theresa...

"...I'm here."

Amiya : —!

「Amiya has never experienced a feeling like this.
The 'Civilight Eterna's power enveloping her, abundant and warm.
Is this an illusion? Or is she still dreaming? 」

Amiya : Theresa...? Is that really you?

Theresa? : Well done, Amiya.
You have to believe in your comrades, and your own strength too.
We'll descend slowly.

<Background zooms out>

[Amiya uses the full extent of her Arts. ]

<Background fades to white>

<Background Black>

「Every Sarkaz on the battlefield raises their head, as if sensing a familiar aura.
The silhouette of a supposedly-dead King of Sarkaz appears in the radiance.
With a sigh, they no longer see her, only a gentle Cautus with a similar form to the person they were expecting to see. 」

<Background 2>

Wiš'adel : We... landed safely, I guess? Was that old thing actually useful, or...
Bunny? Why do you look like...?

Amiya : Wiš'adel...? What about me...?

Wiš'adel : ...
Forget it!
Did we end up in Londinium? The Shard doesn't seem so far away.

Amiya : Yes... The airship is a huge target, so the Sarkaz stationed within the city will soon come looking for us.
We'll have to evacuate as quickly as we can.

Wiš'adel : Hmph...
I have something better in mind.

[Wiš'adel walks off. ]

Amiya : Theresa... no, you're not...
I'm the only one who can see you, right?

Theresa's Phantom : Yes. Others can see me as well, only if you wish it so.

Amiya : Just who are you...?

Theresa's Phantom : A promise.
Theresa promised to stay by your side and watch you grow up.
Theresa is gone forever, but she left a program inside the crown—I manifested in this form because of your emotions.

「A promise, an emotion entrusted into the crown, a will that relies on "Civilight Eterna" to exist. 」

Amiya : I...

Theresa's Phantom : Do you have any doubts, Amiya? I can answer them.

Amiya : ...
If Theresa truly left you here as her will...
The story about the puppet, and its ending... What was it that Theresa wanted to tell me?

Theresa's Phantom : Theresa made up that story herself, and there are no records of it in any existing works.
So there is no way I can answer your question.

Amiya : So...

Theresa's Phantom : But you have surpassed her, as she wished.
What she wanted to say has already been passed on to you. It's up to you to decide what will happen next in the story.

Amiya : ...
Thank you... Theresa.

<Background 3>

Victorian Soldier : Did you guys see that? The Sarkaz airship fell from the sky!
The clouds—they're scattering!
The Sarkaz can't control the storm anymore!

Siege : Amiya and the Doctor did it.
No matter how short or long this moment of safety lasts, we must seize the opportunity—

Horn : Capture Silverrock Bluffs, and advance toward the city walls.

Delphine : ...Rout the Sarkaz.

<Background 4>

Nezzsalem : ...Today, the second time.
We witnessed her departure.
A great King of Sarkaz, a true hero.
She initiated an unprecedented grand undertaking for the Sarkaz.
And we... are witnesses, and participants.
From the Royal Court camps to the War Council, and to the Military Commission of today—
We will never fall as long as war still goes on. We have already wrested enough victories for the Sarkaz over the past millennia.
...

「He looks up at the dreadful scene in the sky with only reverence. 」

Nezzsalem : The Victorians zealously chase after the phantom of victory while never understanding of why we crave war in the first place.
..."From death comes new life".
Hah. This war has sated me.

[The comms buzz. ]

「"The 106th Assault Artillery Brigade has successfully regrouped with the 2nd and 8th Battalions of the Duke of Normandy's Grenadier Regiments!"
"9th Battalion Armored Corps and The Exemplars have seized control of Hill 92!"
"Anti-Witchcraft cannons back online!" 」

<Background 5>

Flag Officer : Mid-range communication has been restored.
Your Grace, the battlefield is back under our control.

Duke of Caster : ...What of him?

Flag Officer : The Gastrell is severely damaged, and should still be—
Hold on, we just managed to locate it!
It's—right next to us!

[A transmission comes in. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Your Grace, an urgent telegram from the Duke of Gododdin.

Duke of Caster : ...
...Have our forces dispatched to Duskglow River withdraw at once.

"Trilby Asher" : Yes, Your Grace.

[The Trilby Asher attempts to send the message on his comms. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Your Grace...

Duke of Caster : ...Were we late?

"Trilby Asher" : All frequencies... went down simultaneously. He blinded every single eye of ours.

Duke of Caster : ...
That Duke of Wellington...
Many years ago, by the Duskglow River... he told me a day would come when nothing would be able to stop the advance of high-speed battleships.
He's done it.

Flag Officer : Your Grace, the Gastrell has paused its advance!
The Iron Duke's warships are forming up again!
Three light battleships have turned their guns toward—

<Background 3>

Victorian Soldier : Isn't that the Duke of Wellington's ship?
––What the bloody hell are they doing?!
The Sarkaz have only just retreated, but he wants to start another war with the dukes right away?! Has he truly gone mad?!

Horn : ...
The dead... that fire in their eyes...

「The nearby "Adjutant Hill" stops in his tracks.
The purple fire leaves from his eyes, floating to someplace higher, further away.
To shadows and smoke enshrouding an entire fleet of steel. 」

<Background 4>

Duke of Wellington : Your Royal Highness Eblana, are you ready?

Eblana : Anytime.

[Eblana casts her fiery Arts. ]

<Background fades to white>

「Flame falls from the sky, rolling across the flagship's bow, burning the original flag instantly.
Similar fires blossom in purple one after the other on every ship in Wellington's fleet. 」

<Background 6>

Taran Citizen : Huh? What day is it today? What's with the fireworks?
Heck, not just that—Isn't that the municipal building? What was that they just rolled down from up there—

Harmonie : It's a new flag.
We worked so hard just for today, you know.
So? Looks nice, doesn't it?

<Background 7>

Taran Child : Thank you for the flower, Miss Reed! It's so pretty!

Reed : ...

Taran Child : What are you looking at, Miss?

Reed : Um... we are quite a distance from Londinium, yes?
Could the ashes from the battlefield float this far?

「A spark falls on the Draco's fingertip.
The fleeting purple fades, leaving only a speck of dull grey ash. 」

Reed : ...It's hot.

<Background 4>

Eblana : ...Tara.
After a century, we finally raise our flag once more on this land.
We have proved our strength to the Sarkaz and the Victorians.
Here and now, no one will be able to stop us, to scorn us.
Tarans—my people, they shall become a force that can control the war, and shape the land.
We shall let everyone see the coming of a new age.

「The Draco raises her hand, smiling at the land.
Every Taran flag flutters in unison.
A rich purple coalesces under the clouds—
Finally, it stands against the crimson storm and the still flickering golden light. 」

<Background 5>

Duke of Caster : He really has no intention of letting us breathe.
Wellington...
Do you truly hate Victoria, or...?

[A transmission comes in... ]

"Trilby Asher" : Your Grace, an urgent telegram from the Duke of Gododdin.

[...followed by several more. ]

"Trilby Asher" : And the Duke of Normandy, as well as the Duke of Fife...

Duke of Caster : Let them sit in their anxiety for a while.
Back then, we joined hands to confine this warmonger into a duke's attire. Now we have no choice but to suffer the consequences of our actions.
Go, fetch the proposal locked away in the first drawer on the right side of my desk.
I wrote it myself... before I came to Londinium.

"Trilby Asher" : Will the Iron Duke... be willing to restart negotiations?

Duke of Caster : No, that's not it.
Victoria will no longer have an Iron Duke in future.
But Caster may perhaps find a new powerful ally.

"Trilby Asher" : By reforging an alliance with Wellington at this time?

Duke of Caster : This is in our best interests.
He knows I will make this choice. He and King Gaeil's descendant... treat war and death like their bargaining chips.
We must recognize Tara's independence if we don't wish to go to war on two fronts at this critical juncture.

"Trilby Asher" : Our soldiers and people will be furious once they find out about Wellington's betrayal. They won't accept our choice so easily either.

Duke of Caster : ...Indeed.
But what of it?
The people have always longed for a "hero" that descends from the heavens to guide them.

「The Duke casts her gaze toward the battlefield below.
The soldiers are excitedly chanting a name in the wake of their fresh decisive victory—
"Exemplars". 」

Duke of Caster : She certainly doesn't resemble her father.
Other than her golden hair... speaking of which, it's amusing how legitimate heirs to the Aslan royal line always sport such dazzling hair that you can see it shine from afar.

"Trilby Asher" : You mean...

Duke of Caster : Heh. Ah, Alexandrina. That girl might just be Victoria's chosen one.

<Background 3>

Delphine : The ducal fleets are restructuring their formation...
They're...
Slowing their pursuit?

Indra : So that's why the cannons go all quiet?! What are they thinking? The Sarkaz only just retreated, so now's the best time to give them a thrashing!

Dagda : That's Gododdin's frigate.
They're approaching... the wreck of Caster's flagship. Seems like he's taking the opportunity for a breather.

Morgan : Just that?
It's probably because he's scared the ship's going to take so long to repair that the Nachzehrers will rush onto the deck and devour them all.

Siege : ...
When's the last time we saw Londinium's walls?
Are they cracked wide open? Covered with Originium crystals? Or soaked in fresh blood, all covered with dead branches, or even inlaid with the bones of our people?
When we got out of Norport, many of us might have thought that was the worst we'd experience.
But afterwards we saw a deck flooded with blood, and went through a perilous time all thanks to the Originium.
We watched as the war turned our city into an unrecognizable ruin.
Is there anyone willing to puff out their chest and say they can imagine how the city looks like inside?

Delphine : The dukes' spies should have more information than we do.
From their conduct, Caster and the others are probably preparing to abandon Londinium.
A nomadic city wrecked by Sarkaz may be worth less than a fleet formed at a high price.

Horn : Also... the Shard has truly yet to fall. No one knows if the Sarkaz have any remaining tricks to try, or if another city will turn into a battlefield.
More nobles might decide to move their troops back home.

Indra : Blast it! I knew they'd pull something like that!
Win a tough fight, and then not give a crap about what's gonna happen to Londinium!

Siege : Yes. As you say, that's what they'd definitely do. So it's just another ordinary day for Victoria.
As for us—we've decided long ago what we should do, haven't we?

「Siege walks into the crowd.
For a moment, she cannot discern if someone belongs to the Exemplars or was saved by them.
Everyone is exhausted, but they still hold their heads up high.
Siege knows she doesn't have to say much.
Because opened eyes will not close so easily anymore. 」

「Everyone watches Siege.
Siege looks toward Londinium, their city, their people.
She lifts the hammer in her hand. 」

Siege : Exemplars—
Advance!

<Background 8>

Scared Sarkaz Soldier : Enough... enough! Please, just withdraw the order!
The Shard has already stopped, so how can we go on fighting?
What else can we do now but to be smashed into paste by a high-speed battleship?

Low-Ranking Sarkaz Officer : Shut up! Shut that *Sarkaz expletive* mouth of yours!
We are at war, and this is the battlefield! Hide in here all you want, and some Feline will eventually lop your head off anyway!
Pick up your blade! If we must die, we die with dignity!
There's no other way we can go!

[The communicator beeps. ]

Low-Ranking Sarkaz Officer : What's going on...? Who else could use the Royal Court's frequency? Whose signal is this?

「Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me?
Wiš'adel's the name—the one and only name granted by Her Highness The King of Sarkaz Theresa herself.
Every Sarkaz still under the Military Commission's command, listen up.
I don't care if you came here after hearing whatever nonsense from Theresis or some Royal Court geezer.
I'm delighted to announce: the war has ended, and you guys lost.
But Her Highness says she wants to have every Sarkaz return home.
So, if you want to live, it's time to ignore orders from the Military Commission and do as this transmission says.
Oh, I should've mentioned it earlier.
This is Babel. 」

<Background 9>

[Several people are running. ]

Feist : Quick, follow me!
This path is safe, we haven't spotted any Sarkaz for the time being!

[The communicator beeps. ]

Feist : A transmission?
Our own Exemplar frequency... Miss Closure!

Closure : I'm listening! Turn the volume up... some more...
Everyone should be able to hear it now.

Feist : ...
Wow... did I hear that right?
That Siege lady did it! She brought back our people with her, and together pave a way...

Rockrock : ...A way home.

Misery : We've sent a squad closest to their location over. Fang's squad is also on their way. She's the fastest out of them and can help us ensure the road stays clear.

Closure : Right.
Next, I just have to find a relatively safe spot for the rendezvous...

Feist : No need for that.
Miss Closure, we're quite close to the city walls.
Every maintenance access point... is inside my head.
Every member of the Self-Salvation Corps who pulled out from Londinium won't forget them.
There are some very old passages the Sarkaz definitely have no clue about.
We can go home.

<Background 10>

Victorian Mercenary : That frequency you care about is active.
Judging from their speed, they're practically rushing toward the city.

Millscar : The passages the Sarkaz don't know about only number a few.
They'll definitely pick the path closest to Highbury.

Victorian Mercenary : K13?

Millscar : Something happened in there before. Feist won't risk that with his party.
It's probably K15. If they go through somewhere else, spread some news about Munitions Factory No. 11 and figure a way to lure them there.

Victorian Mercenary : Same rules as usual?

Millscar : Yes. Clean that path up as much as you can.

Victorian Mercenary : And don't get spotted when we make a kill, yeah?
You're more wary with these regular workers and "The Exemplars" than you are with the Sarkaz.
In case something does go awry, could you just let me know if you see them as friend or foe?

Millscar : That doesn't matter. The person they knew is no longer here.
That disgraceful traitor died in the Mausoleum of Kings, and... is no longer worthy of retrieving the glory they threw away themselves.

「She hears a faint familiar sound once more.
Again and again, agitating her eardrums and heart.
But there is no white steam in the sky at all.
Perhaps, it is merely the sound of Active Originium rapidly evaporating into the air. 」

Millscar : That armor... did it fly away?

Victorian Mercenary : We haven't gotten any news.
The Sarkaz might have taken it apart, or maybe Originium buried it on the battlefield.
You achieved your goal for now by leading it to the Sighs of Kings to help the Exemplars out. But it's really difficult to control. Do we have to figure out a way to retrieve it?

Millscar : Let's not risk ourselves with that yet.

Victorian Mercenary : Sure, I mean, it might just pop out on its own accord whenever. Who knows what a mad ghost would want to do next?

Millscar : Perhaps...
Or maybe, when next we meet, he can find a bit of... something that belongs to him.

<Background 11>

Fretful Merchant : *cough* *cough* No, absolutely NOT! You know just how rare it is to find protective gear able to cope with high levels of Originium in Londinium nowadays!

Nervous Citizen : But, your price is just too—
We have a lot of people in our community who needs these, so can't you just cut it down...?

Fretful Merchant : You just told me your wife and child have stones growing on them, and they can't bear with the pain—
I'll be frank. Me too! Every night it gets so bloody painful I can't catch a wink!
I suspect the same goes for everyone in this city. These wretched crystals are growing wantonly on everybody!
Not to mention those devils anxiously running amok now.
So, listen well. My price is fairer than fair. You're worried for your health, but I have to plan for my future.
Columbia's private sanatoriums don't come cheap. I know a director there who's a cunning scoundrel, and I only hope he doesn't con me out of my coin.
I also have to pay my servants, my chef...

[There are sounds of swordfighting outside. ]

Fretful Merchant : What's going on?!

[Someone runs in. ]

Security Detail : Mr. Hall, they're currently—

Fretful Merchant : Have the Sarkaz found us? Hurry, get moving! And push out those paupers still clinging around our doorway to buy some time! Those devils can't tell whose lives are more valuable!

Security Detail : No, that's not it! They're not Sarkaz!
Blast it, they've smashed in our warehouse wall! Now everyone's rushing in to grab the goods inside and we can't stop them!

[The merchant angrily punches him. ]

Fretful Merchant : What do I pay you for?! Where are your electrical nets and heavy crossbows? I don't care if you attract some Sarkaz as long as you keep the goods safe!

Security Detail : B-But they have fire on their side—

Fretful Merchant : Fire?

[Flames explode through the door and two women walk in. ]

Talulah : ...

Nine : Good day, Mr. Hall.

Fretful Merchant : ...I know you people—
"Reunion", right? The city has been all abuzz about your group these past few days.
Listen to me, Reunion. I don't know why there's a misunderstanding between us—I'm Infected too!
We're basically family, right? We can work together!
Just name a price—how much for you to be my bodyguards?

Nine : Reunion does not accept employment offers.

Fretful Merchant : Then—ngh, what about a share of my sales? Or a donation?
I can make a donation as an Infected! The city's Infected need all of these urgently, aren't we the people you fight for?

Nine : Heh. "Donation"? That's not the tune you were whistling earlier.

Fretful Merchant : I see, I get it now. I should have thought of it earlier.
Ha! Of course, of course... everyone would want all of this for themselves—you're just capitalizing on another crime!

Nine : You want to set the score? Sure, I'll begin.
Stewart Hall. You applied for a huge subsidy every year for protective equipment because your factory processes Originium.
But your workers have never seen a single garb of protective gear you've accumulated. The Infected living in the outskirts of town—just how many of them were your workers who were kicked out from your factory?
Meanwhile, you stuffed yourself with Columbian pioneer company meetings. Failing to send all these gear out before war broke out in Londinium must have cost you a pretty penny.
But you still thought yourself lucky. Londinium's done for, and the protective suits you almost deemed a loss came in handy once again.

Fretful Merchant : You... just what do you people want?! Are you not a group that liberates the Infected? Look, just look at the stones all over my body—

Nine : Physical illness is not the source of the Infected's suffering—it is injustice.
Your luck has run out, Mr. Hall.
Because Reunion is here.

<Background fades out and in>

Nervous Citizen : You're Talulah, right? I've heard of you, it's all thanks to you—

Talulah : Just doing what I should do.

[Someone walks in. ]

Catherine : This is a lot of protective suits we have here. We'll have to distribute them...
Even if infection is inevitable for some, this equipment can slow the disease's progression for those already sick. At the very least, they won't suddenly explode into bits from continuous exposure in a high level Originium zone.

Londinium Worker A : But most Infected choose to hide in their homes, so they wouldn't know who to ask for help even if their condition gets terribly dire, right?
So let us go look for them.

Catherine : Tommy, you know how dangerous that is.

Londinium Worker A : Of course. That odd thing hanging above the Shard seems to be gone, and the sky seems to have lightened up a little.
Guess the Sarkaz are having some trouble. Our blokes are saying a huge amount of Sarkaz are retreating into the city.
They're also swarming the spot where that flying fortress fell. According to the current alert level, going out is practically suicide.

Catherine : Then you still—

Londinium Worker A : We were doomed long ago, right?

Catherine : ...
...I understand.

Londinium Worker A : My brother lives in County Castshire, you've met him. If I don't make it back, just give my wrench to him. If... if possible, tell him I was a...
Nah, forget it. Tell him nothing.
Also, Catherine. My stance towards you, Feist, the Self-Salvation Corps and Rhodes Islanders has never changed.

Catherine : There's no meaning in saying that. What's happened won't change.
But you can influence and change whatever's yet to happen, kid.

Londinium Worker A : Hah!
Then... we're all good to go.

[The worker leaves. Nine approaches Catherine. ]

Nine : That's quite brave of them.

Catherine : You've spent quite some time staring at some of those punks.

Nine : They turned their backs on us. Reunion nearly collapsed because of traitors.

Catherine : These few fellas didn't shake things up too much. Is there anyone who has never been confused in their life?

Nine : We have our own rules.

Catherine : ...

Nine : There are other places that could use your help, but you'll go over anyway, right?
Save your strength, avoid combat, go get some suits from Percival and keep yourself safe.

Catherine : How did you know—
No, forget it.
Thanks.

[Catherine leaves. ]

Nine : That went smoothly. Quite a number recognized you and your fire, Talulah.

Talulah : I already put the shackles back on.
If only they could see my flames as hope.

Nine : Now, we have a literal city of Infected.
Can you find a shadow of your former ideals in it?

Talulah : Only rubble and ruin everywhere I look.
Even we Infected live in our vastly different lives. We suffer from the same disease, but never the same kind of suffering.
This is why Reunion has to be here.
If the Infected are born from injustice, then we... will stand against all injustice.

<Background 12>

[Ch'en walks down the street. ]

Ch'en : ...

[She knocks on a door. It opens. ]

Londinium Resident : You're finally back! Are you hurt, child? The Sarkaz didn't spot you, did they?

Ch'en : I'm fine. Thank you for letting me stay here. I brought some food back with me.
How are you feeling today?

Londinium Resident : There's more stones, but it's fine. It doesn't hurt. An old lady like me never had much long to live anyway.
But a group came by while you were gone. They're good people, they gave me a checkup, and I asked them to come back in a bit to examine you too—

Ch'en : A checkup? Were they doctors?
(Rhodes Island should be in the city by now, but I haven't managed to reconnect with them. If that was them...)

Londinium Resident : Doctors? I'm not sure, but they told me to look for a place with flames if I needed any help.

Ch'en : Flames?

[Footsteps approach them. ]

Londinium Resident : Oh! You're back!
This girl has helped me so much. She's infected too, so take her with you for an examination.

Ch'en : —!!

Nine : ...

Ch'en : So it's you.

Nine : Yes.
It's been a long time, Ch'en.

<Background shakes>

「The artisans who carved the giant statues here many years ago, never could have imagined the guards of the royal mausoleum would collapse into rubble due to the Sarkaz, instead of standing for eternity together with Victoria.
The Feranmut's skeleton emerges from deep underground, landing with a few lucky survivors.
"Ines...where... are we?" 」

Hoederer : It's too quiet. We're not on a battlefield... Ines... Ines?!

Paprika : Ines! Ines! Hoederer's awake!

Hoederer : Paprika...? Where are we? Where're Ines and W? What's become of the battlefield now? *cough* *cough* Did they recapture the Lifebone already?

Paprika : Uh... we're currently underground with many stone giants...
Um... Ines is... W went with the others...
Wait, hold on, that's too many questions at once—

Ines : You recovered quicker than I thought.
I thought he'd be more ruthless with you.

[Hoederer stands up. ]

Hoederer : ...What of him?

Ines : Who knows, Ascalon might have already killed him.

Hoederer : ...

Ines : Hmph, don't give me that look.
It's good for us if he's really dead.

Paprika : But Ines—

Ines : Paprika, now's not the time.

Paprika : Okay...

Ines : Currently, we've stopped the Lifebone in the Mausoleum of Kings. W followed the Doctor and the others to stop the airship, but we don't know how they're doing.

Hoederer : The Mausoleum of Kings? Are you sure—

Ines : I recognize the Steam Knights' equipment.
There's also plenty of Sarkaz remains here, so if my hunch is right...

Hoederer : This is where the Steam Knights were surrounded and killed back then.
Any other clues?

Ines : I did find something.
Take a look.

Paprika : This is... clothing?

Ines : Found it on a relatively intact Sarkaz skeleton.
I thought it might jog your memories.

Paprika : There's a word embroidered in the lining!

Hoederer : ..."Julie"?

Paprika : "Julie"? Hoederer, did you know them?

「Hoederer shakes his head. 」

Ines : There aren't many Sarkaz with names, and no way anybody involved in the slaughter here was ordinary.
She left her name here, and it should have stayed undiscovered forever.

Hoederer : But we chanced upon her.
What she and others did here will ultimately be remembered by us.

Paprika : But it sounds like... it wasn't something to be happy about.

Hoederer : We already have more than enough of our own buried in this foreign country after all. How many of them can we remember when everything's over?

Ines : So what next? Your injury—

[The communicator beeps. ]

Radio Noise : Wiš'adel... war... ended—live...
...*bzzt*...This is Babel.

Ines : Wiš'a...del? Who?
That sounded like—

Hoederer : W...

Ines : Hmph. What's she up to this time?

Hoederer : ...Have we received any more intelligence from outside the battlefield?

Paprika : (Shakes head nervously)

Hoederer : I fear we might have missed out on something very important—
Grr... He really did try to kill me.

[Ines props up Hoederer. ]

Ines : Give yourself some time to heal.

Hoederer : I won't die just yet. Our top priority is to contact the Doctor and W.
If she wasn't lying in that transmission... then she really needs us now.
It seems like the battle has gone way past how I expected it to go.
Regent, Theresa... what exactly have you two done...?

<Background 10>

Doctor : Kal'tsit, the backup plan is working. / We escaped to the underground passage, covered by the chaos of the airship's crash landing.

Kal'tsit : We went through so much in the Assimilated Universe, but Originium's special nature means we were only gone for a brief moment.
This will likewise be a sudden change for the Military Commission.

Doctor : It could be a chance for us.

Kal'tsit : Indeed. Communications are being restored, and the ducal alliance will speed up their advance. I don't think the Military Commission will stand a chance against a surrounding offensive from the alliance.
A proactive attack from us might bring greater results, if we rely on the contact points within the city she strived to preserve.

Doctor : It was only because she put herself in danger during this time...
That our backup plan managed to proceed without a hitch.

Kal'tsit : She did well.

[Footsteps approach. ]

Heidi : I'd love to hear from Kal'tsit in private about what your group went through, but it really isn't the best time for that.
To be honest, it was all I could do to bring you out of the chaos.
Many of those in the city saw the airship crash, and everyone has been guessing who's done it.
Doctor, you may find it hard to imagine the joy... when you suddenly see hope within the long dark night...

Doctor : It sounds like it'll benefit our operations in the city.

Kal'tsit : I wouldn't call it a "benefit". At most it means more possibilities for us.
Heidi, how did contacting Closure go?

Heidi : Communications are still being restored, and the city's taken a big hit. We're pressed for time too.
W... no, she insisted I call her Wiš'adel...
She said she received a transmission from her subordinates, and took off to verify it. I... couldn't stop her.

Kal'tsit : No matter. She knows very well what she should be doing.
Also, check your belongings. She must have left a way for us to contact her.

Heidi : Huh...?

[Heidi looks around herself. ]

Heidi : There really is!... When did she leave this beacon on me...?

Doctor : That's very much her style of doing things.
How are Amiya and Logos doing?

Heidi : The next area hasn't been swept clear yet. Once they confirm it's safe, we'll evacuate to the next safe point at once.
Doctor, Amiya, she...

Doctor : Don't worry about her. / She just needs some time.

Heidi : Alright. I'll try my best to get in touch with more of our friends inside the city. We'll need their help.

Doctor : I also just compiled all the information we know. / Sync that data with Closure once you manage to connect with her.
I also uploaded arrangements for the other Rhodes Island Operators onto PRTS. / Tell them to update their PRTS as soon as they can so everyone's on the same page.

Heidi : Seizing the opportunity?

Doctor : Yes. / Currently, every faction in Londinium has their own blind spots. / It's a chance for us to buy time and react to anything in advance.

Heidi : Understood. I'll handle it—I'm the one most familiar with the rebuilt intracity network after all.

Kal'tsit : You may not have noticed, Doctor. But you've become more proactive ever since we left the Assimilated Universe.

Doctor : ...Is that so?

Kal'tsit : Is it due to the first Originium?
You've become somewhat impatient ever since you met Theresa and learned some truths I'm unable to speak of.

Doctor : ... / I don't think it's a bad thing.

Kal'tsit : I still have my own reservations, but what's important now is to stay clear-headed, and make your judgments.

Doctor : I... why did I betray Theresa back then?

Kal'tsit : Only Theresa knows the truth to that.
I will not make any further comments on that incident. But it does not mean my anger towards that event is no more.
However... Doctor, you have proven yourself to me, to us.
You have walked on the same path as us to where we are today, that's enough to prove that Theresa made the right decision.
So, there's no need to be trapped by your past self. Besides, you know absolutely nothing about everything that happened then.

Doctor : That's precisely why... I can't comprehend Theresa's choice at all.
But from her few sentences...
I have a suspicion that fills me with fear. / I have a guess as to what my own mission is.

Kal'tsit : ...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I'm a savior of this land.

Kal'tsit : If that is your post-reflection conclusion, I have no objections.
But the you I see before me is still far away from accomplishing that.
The path ahead of us is still very, very long... no, perhaps we don't have much time left.
Doctor, the future will not wait for us to be ready before it comes.
But I will follow you with Rhodes Island down this path.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm a destroyer of this land.

Kal'tsit : ...Can you really say that now with such a calm tone?
You're hesitating. You have doubts.
That was never your true self. Do not let unwarranted speculation disturb your present determination.
We determine who we are by our actions than our words. No matter how long we spend hesitating before we reach the end.
The future will answer me, Doctor.
I am now more willing to follow you down your path.
We will witness it together.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : But now, our key focus should be on the thing that can turn the tides of war.

Doctor : The first Originium. / "Amnannam".

Kal'tsit : Theresa would only hand it over to someone she trusts the most, no matter how the Sarkaz are faring.
Theresa's trust towards Theresis has never changed—they have never truly diverged from one another.
What we currently face is still within the scope of their plan.

Doctor : Theresis...

Kal'tsit : We have unfinished tasks to get to.
We don't know what Theresis plans to do with a weapon that can easily change this land.
There is reason to believe it will not be a gentle method.

Doctor : We need to stop him.
Originium has something to do with me. / I can't absolve myself from the atrocities that happened in Londinium either. / Perhaps this is my mission.

Kal'tsit : ...

Doctor : Did you just... smile?

Kal'tsit : No. Now, have you decided our next course of action, Doctor?

Doctor : Ha, I have a rough idea in mind. / I'll need your help.

<Background Black>

"Now, the Sarkaz have only one choice left to make, Theresa."

"Yes... our people have already made their choice."

"I will fulfil the promise made between us, I will help you."

"Why do you sigh? I know if I won, you would stand by my side without a shred of hesitation. Isn't that right..."
"...Theresis?"

「Theresis can no longer hear her voice.
She is gone, but her answer to the future remains.
The first Originium fell from the Shard's peak, traversed the barrier, and landed in the Palace of Westhaleg's subterranean throne room... 」

「The answer already lies in the palm of his hand. 」

Theresis : You wrested the key to freedom for the Sarkaz from its arrogant creator.
As you promised me you would.
But I... lost you, completely.
Theresa, you've fulfilled your promise, so how could I resign myself to walk in your shadow?
I will continue ahead on the path you were halfway through to the end—
To retrieve what is ours from those who believe they dictate our fate.
I shall judge that arrogant sin.
And this land ought to revere us—

<Background fades out>

「This war, to him, has already ended. And as for the future, the rest will bear witness.
He ignores the ancient seat of Victorian kings caked in dust, and steps into an unknowable darkness.
Theresa has already opened for him, the "door" to the truth.
He looks forward to what he'll find beyond that door—who will be there to welcome him?
"I have a question. Phantom of a bygone age, who boasts yourself a giant, a god, a supreme creator, one who can dictate the fate of the Sarkaz. Are you truly the only one of your kind..."
"...Dr. {nickname}?" 」

EG-6: Lingering Mercy

Summary

The past and the future. Theresa catches a glimpse of the answer to life in the Originium's sea of information.

「This is an eternal journey. One that promises to never end.
The myriad souls have long since fallen into silence, their forms nearly worn away by the ravages of time.
Only their King still moves forward. For the sake of them all.
Theresa has no intention of stopping.
She had travelled to the depths of Civilight Eterna several times in the past. But this time, her wanderings are slightly different. She no longer stops to draw from the vast sea of knowledge within.
She is merely here to see.
To use her own eyes for one last time, to see the peoples and affairs of the lands.
To see what happens, or perhaps what has not yet happened. 」

<Background 1>

Fremont : So in the end, she managed to make it this far.
Now what should I praise Her Highness for? Her stubbornness, or her incredible talents? Pah, forget it. No matter if I scold her or praise her, the myriad souls wouldn't be able to hear it.
Let us put the situation in Victoria aside for the moment. Theresis and Nezzsalem will sort out that mess.
Next, we have... hah, the Military Commission's spies all stuffed into Wasserland's Spires. They are itching to pit the goats and cats against one another as soon as they can, all so that they avert their eyes from Kazdel.
Keep your threads tidy, damn you! Remember, we too will be scurrying out of here forthwith. That boastful sheep is unlikely to tolerate us lurking about underneath her nose any longer.
I've already grumbled to Laqeramaline about how that pair of siblings is far too radical. They'll have all sorts of trouble breathing down our necks soon, mark my words!
You'd best make haste on your work in Kazdel, Ermengarde.
If Theresis's plan does not completely succeed, the armies of Victoria... no, Leithanien and the other nations of The Core will immediately march on Kazdel.
We must inherit the legacy of Babel, and protect that city. We must not let what happened two hundred years ago repeat itself once more.
...Wait.
Did that thread just move? Was that you, Ermengarde?
...
I see.
"Hope". I truly dislike having to hear that word. But it does seem like a path forward has opened for us...
Isn't that right, Your Highness?

「Theresa sees the tiniest of smiles break through the elderly Lich's solemn visage.
She loosens the transparent thread running through the depths of the void, giving her old friend a nod as he paused his complaints for a moment, before setting off for even more distant lands. 」

<Background 2>

Arges : ...
That shadow has changed. This, I see.

Eikthyrnir : Yet another ill omen of yours?

Arges : Not completely.

Eikthyrnir : For seeking me out to inform me of what you have foreseen, you have my thanks.
But my mind is unchanged. The taint that the demons bring with them is spreading, and if all we do is move south over and over again, Sami is doomed to be drowned in that filth.

Arges : Even if everything I see pertaining to your future... ends in tragedy?

Eikthyrnir : I always knew it will.
As early as the time I became a Snowpriest... No, ever since I was born on this icefield, ever since I became a Sami warrior, I knew what my end would be.
I do not fear death. I also do not fear the demons stealing my body, turning me into an enemy that sows corruption with every step.
There will be younger warriors following in my footsteps, heading for the furthest reaches of the north.
If, by some misfortune, we were to meet, they will use their bows and staves to cleanse my body of its stains.
The will to protect Sami will not so easily die out. It is thanks to this that I do not consider this outcome a tragedy.

Arges : If that is the case, then... good fortune to you, expeditioner.

Eikthyrnir : Please, take this.

Arges : A Foldartal?

Eikthyrnir : A parting gift.
I have heard that most of the Cyclops clans have decided to leave Sami. But you have chosen to stay behind.

Arges : There was a prophecy about the survival of this land. I must make it manifest.

Eikthyrnir : Sami will thank you for your many years of toil, Sarkaz.
You have shared your foresight with me, so I in turn will grant you a sound I have heard.

Arges : Mhm...

「A horn resounds across the icefield.
It is a signal from the expedition, and also a way to greet others across great distances.
Perhaps this Cyclops will not return to Kazdel, for this frozen land is already her home.
Theresa's gaze overlaps with Arges's.
She looks at the wondrous pattern inscribed upon the wood given to her by the Snowpriest.
"Aexlun".
Flora and fauna, flourish and fall...
Last ye everlong. 」

<Background 3>

Nasti : ...Found it.
These readings... It's definitely near.

[Nasti's sensors tick steadily. ]

Nasti : Watch your step. My calculations can't be wrong. We're standing on the greatest archaeological discovery in Columbia... No, in all the nations.

Kristen : So how should we go about digging a hole as fast as possible? I'd like to send myself down there alongside some energy cables.

Nasti : Maryam won't be happy. He would definitely prefer we explore and excavate with more care.
But who asked him to go north and never return? The Engineering Section's in charge of this.
My crew already began work before I notified you.

Kristen : Very good.
Would you mind if I'm the first one down?

[There is a strange ringing sound nearby. ]

Nasti : (In Sarkaz) "Guard".

Kristen : Oh? You rarely ever use incantations during your work.

Nasti : I have to make sure that people around me don't go fainting at the sight of some Sarkaz parlor tricks.
I should probably give you the whole safety procedure spiel, Control, but I doubt you're in any mind to listen.
The military and the Maylanders will be here soon. Whatever you're hoping to find, you need to make it quick.

Kristen : I will.
Before my eyes are blinded by the shroud of death... I must see all that I wish to see.

「Theresa sees.
Time moves forward once more, by a stitch. She can feel this place reject her.
She thinks back many years ago, to the first time she drew near to the heart of the Rhodes Island landship alongside Kal'tsit.
This place is similar. A place she has never set foot upon. A... "divine" residence. 」

[The giant machine rumbles. ]

"Preserver" : (Unknown language) That cute little being has just left, but then in comes another intruder.
(Unknown language) Oh? Perhaps not?
(Unknown language) Within those ripples of data tagging along behind you, I sense something familiar to me.
(Unknown language) Perhaps you are like me, someone left behind in the past, a spirit with no choice but to struggle through an age not of your own.
(Unknown language) What has kept you going on your long sojourn? Perhaps a feeble, dim hope like mine?
(Unknown language) Or perhaps the cherished memories of kin you cannot see any longer?

<Background 4>

[A lance cuts through the air. ]

Gladiia : Take care around my lance, Dr. Kaltsit. It may tear your paper skin.

Kal'tsit : No matter.

Gladiia : There is nothing below the surface of the sea worthy of your attention at this point in time. What is it that you have fixed your gaze upon?

Kal'tsit : A few memories, that's all.
I once believed that Ægir was far removed from the land, that the problems it faced were of a different kind to ours.
But perhaps I might not have been completely correct.

Gladiia : I am surprised to see you question yourself.

Kal'tsit : I merely do not wish to arrive late a second time.
If the ocean's troubles are not so independent of the land's, then the threats that we face may intersect with one another. This would be a situation worse than our prior worst-case scenarios.
Luckily, we have the opportunity to seize the initiative before the crisis detonates.

Gladiia : I hope that you can keep that level of confidence when you accompany me on my return to Ægir.

Kal'tsit : The ones I trust are the Hunters, Gladiia.

Gladiia : ...A most amusing pretense.

Kal'tsit : The Abyssal Hunters had emerged from the seafloor onto dry land, and now they prepare to return. I have seen you all change along your journey.

Gladiia : Change... Hehe, not quite what I expected.

Kal'tsit : You will find yourselves back at your starting point.
No matter if it is you, Skadi or Specter, or your colleague who chose to walk along his own path of life.

Gladiia : ...Ulpianus.

Kal'tsit : Best make yourselves ready.
When the time comes, you will find yourselves with different perspectives on Ægir, on the sea and the land, and on the calamities that we must face together.
That is far more valuable than any physical bridge between our peoples.

「Motes of light float above the water's surface, casting clear shadows beneath them.
Just like the bridge that Kal'tsit spoke of.
Theresa steps atop this bridge spanning the void. Time speeds up, the waves matching its speed, and she finds it difficult to control how her consciousness advances.
Kal'tsit. Kal'tsit...
Theresa tries her best to turn her head back, to look upon her friend, and her friend's friends, new and old, standing behind her.
Until they merge together with the motes of light. 」

「The motes expand.
The former King of Sarkaz finds herself standing in the middle of a church, bathing in the purest light. A holy light.
She stands "face-to-face" with the Sankta Pope, his bright halo ringing his head.
The young Messenger met by chance by the riverside, the gentle old man in front of the church windows... She remembers him, and time has not changed her judgement. 」

<Background 5>

Yvangelista XI : It has been quite a while since any new names have emerged.

Apostolic Knight : Is that a good thing?
We've had many new "saints" within a few short years. With some of their number, I have found myself hard-pressed to agree on their appointment.

Yvangelista XI : We still do not know what roles these saints will play in the future.

Apostolic Knight : Since there have been no further saints chosen, Your Holiness, does this mean that the crisis might have already passed?

Yvangelista XI : You are very optimistic.
I hope that our Laterano can stay as optimistic as you for a very long time.
However...
...
It has never fallen silent in the past.

Apostolic Knight : Agh—!
Your Holiness, for a moment, I wasn't able to feel...
No! How could this be?!

「The light dies out.
First, a lantern. Then, an entire city block.
From the Tower of Revelations to the Notarial Hall in Pagus Michaelion, then on to the Sunset Chapel in Pagus Saint Marcel, then the chapel square... 」

<Background Black>

「It all plunges into darkness.
It is swift. It is chaotic. It cannot be held back.
The icefield, the ocean, the land.
All the signs foretell the suffering that the people of tomorrow will face, just like the suffering she has seen many a time within Civilight Eterna. 」

「She emerges from the darkness. Soft golden sands shift beneath her feet.
Ruins, crystal clusters, sand dunes... Everything before her eyes looks strange and unfamiliar.
Raising her head above the sandy squall, she hears, sees, feels the presence of that lonely girl.
The one walking right towards her, her figure wrapped in a cloak. The girl raises her hood.
Originium blooms under the girl's feet like marks in the snow. Theresa sees her rhomboid pupils.
You are... 」

<Background fades out>

「The sands sweep across her view, covering her eyes. 」

「This is not the end, but this is the furthest that Theresa can go.
The darkness presses in on her, barring her way forward. It covers her eyes, smothers her thoughts.
Only her passionate emotions remain, still echoing through the eternal darkness.
She once held countless questions as she walked upon her journey, but once she reached her end, all that she desired was a simple answer. 」

「"In these futures, and perhaps ones even further away...
"Are the people I love still there?"
Theresa urgently searches, turning towards the only light within the darkness.
She has found the answer. 」

<Background fades to white>

15-1: The End of Past and Present

Summary

In the final moments of the war, a strong, nameless Infected Cautus walks the battlefield trying to save lives, only to ultimately walk towards a broken ending. Theresis enters the Originium Assimilated Universe.

<Background White>

「'Universe'.
How should we interpret this word? With mathematics, physics, faith, imagination—
We exhausted our minds attempting to define this still unfamiliar word in a variety of languages, and arrogantly claimed to have mastered true 'knowledge'.
So why are most of us silent when destruction is so near?
You cannot turn back from knowledge. Since we have glimpsed the partial truths of countless fallacies, it is only natural that we cannot retreat into the darkness of ignorance, and ignore the advent of the end.
I think, perhaps I've touched on the key to resolving this ultimate question—
Use the language you and I created, {nickname}. 」

"It's time for this war to end, Dr. {nickname}."
"The purple flames ignited by that Draco have accelerated the course of the war. Once the Exemplars and the ducal alliance's troops push onto Nezzsalem's final stronghold—"
"Our goal of concluding this war will finally be within reach."

"But... Dr. Kal'tsit, how long will it take for us to cover this short stretch?"

"There's no way to tell, Amiya."

<Background 1>

Londinium outskirts battlefield, wreck of the Gloriana

Tired Wounded : Originium...
Bloody Originium's really chopped this battleship in halves. I have to remain here and continue the fight with the local garrison...
Sorry, kid. I can't go on with you.

Tough Infected : This whole time we've seen nothing but ruins and dead... no garrisons at all.
Also! Please don't call me kid! The monastery's already celebrated my coming-of-age!

Tired Wounded : Haha, you remind me of my daughter.
See the light shining up high there? That's part of Her Grace the Duke of Caster's Gloriana.
That gun's still working, which means the news I got from the broadcast is true. My squad served the Duke, so I have to go back.

Tough Infected : But your wounds...

Tired Wounded : I can walk, since you helped patch me up.
But you, are you sure you want to go back to the city? It's the most polluted place there is. The active Originium in there will be the death of you.

Tough Infected : The Bishop told me that the kind person who saved me from the mines went through hell and back to deliver me all the way to the monastery.
So I knew from an early age that salvation never comes without a cost.
Don't worry about me. The clergy taught me many ways to keep myself safe.
As long as I can save one more person, anyone, before I reach my end...

Tired Wounded : To be frank, this is the first time I've seen a cleric as devout as you... Your kind heart is the pride of Victoria.

Tough Infected : The Bishop says faith is not at all for pride or glory... the faithful believe with sincerity that good deeds will better this land...

Tired Wounded : Better this land...? Hah, maybe.
But anyway, thanks, little Cautus. For everything.
Could you help me out one last time, kid? If you make it back to the city, if my family... and my daughter's still there...
Please tell her that papa's always protected her.

「The Victorian soldier struggles to raise his injured arm, and gives a non-standard salute to the Cautus, before calmly turning towards the distant wreckage and vanishing into the thicket of Originium.
The Cautus looks to the faint light emanating from the ship's gun and cannot help but to sigh.
Artillery sounds in the distance, and the tiny Cautus continues towards the city on the horizon—Londinium. 」

"I hear the cannon fire too, Dr. {nickname}. Madam Catherine's Crawler is already assaulting the Nachzehrer's front."
"But will the war end once we beat them? And the innocents who've suffered... what will happen to them?"

"There's no way to save every single life in a war, Amiya. What we can do is help the Londiniers end this misery as soon as we can."
"And that means the Nachzehrer aren't our ultimate problem."

<Background 2>

Nameless Londinium Refuge

Tough Infected : Mary, Davey, please don't tell anyone else this kid is hiding here.
I met him at the city walls, and he has nowhere to go. His parents are Londiniers, he said, and he met you two in the park a long while ago, yes?

Frightened Child : ......

Disgusted Child : I don't remember. You helped us, and I promised to help you. But he's not you!

Silent Child : ......

Tough Infected : Thank you. He'll just hide here and won't run off or make a sound. I guarantee he won't give anyone a fright.

Frightened Child : (Nods quickly)

Tough Infected : I'll be back soon. I promised someone I'd find his daughter.
It's impossible for me to protect you out there when there's so many hostiles—
Sorry, I couldn't find anywhere better for you to settle down. I've helped quite a lot of people here though, so I trust these kids to keep you safe.

「The tiny Sarkaz tugs sharply on the Cautus's arm, but touches the pointy Originium crystals instead.
He pulls back his hand on reflex. 」

Frightened Child : (softly) S-Sorry! When I was with my pa and ma... we rarely came in contact with Infected.

Tough Infected : ...I'll come back for you.

[The Cautus leaves. ]

Frightened Child : ......

Disgusted Child : ......

Silent Child : ......

The Cautus is not gone for long.
When she arrives at the soldier's home as directed, there is nothing left.
But letters found in the ruin tell her the soldier's daughter joined a force rebelling against the Sarkaz in the city—the Exemplars.
It is a difficult journey for the Cautus as she returns to the refuge. When the Victorians joined forces to attack the Sarkaz front at the Palace of Westhaleg, Originium continued to spread throughout the city.
There are also those mad Sarkaz mercenaries wandering recklessly around, as if they've lost any semblance of humanity.
Her head hurts, from the city's terrible condition, but also from the horrific black crystals on her body.
"I might be nearing my end now, Father Bishop."

<Background 2>

Tough Infected : Excuse me... were you the troops who protected the people here from those mercenaries?

Excited Soldier : Yes. We have both Exemplar and ducal alliance troops in our squad, and we got a distress call while we were gearing up to enter the Palace.
Trust me, this mess will be over soon. Thank you too, for taking care of the kids and refugees.

Tough Infected : ......

Excited Soldier : Uh, are you looking for someone?

「The Cautus shakes her head. 」

Excited Soldier : Right, we did mop up some of the devils hiding about. Probably here because their side's about to lose.

Tough Infected : —!

Excited Soldier : See you. We have to hurry on to the front.

[The soldier leaves. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Tough Infected : ...I didn't see that kid.

Silent Child : ......

Disgusted Child : ...Follow me.

[Footsteps ]

<Background fades out and in>

「The child leads the Cautus through bunker after bunker within the factory, and the latter spots other refuge residents silently carrying away Sarkaz corpses.
They walk up to a pile of containers, and the child struggles but manages to push the messed up lid open.
The cowering Sarkaz child from before looks at them in fear. 」

Disgusted Child : She's here.
I promised you I'd help you, didn't I? It all happened so suddenly earlier, so this was the only place I could hide him.

Silent Child : But he can't stay here.

Tough Infected : On my way back, I met a group called Reunion. They can take him in.

<Background 3>

Reunion Member : Don't worry, we'll take good care of that one—but what about you?
Your Oripathy's serious... you should come with us too.

Tough Infected : I... still have some things to do.

Reunion Member : Alright, I won't force you. You remind me of a lot of my comrades.
Here's some suppressants and protective gear. Good luck.

[The Reunion member leaves. ]

Tough Infected : ...You too.

「Victorians advance in waves from afar towards the Nachzehrer King's last stand as life fades away.
That is not her war. She feels fear, and has no way of comprehending how these people overcome their fear of death, what keeps them pushing onward.
But she hopes to save people too, to continue numbly... one life after another.
...Even if it's all in vain.
She recalls the day she left the monastery. When she and the Bishop bid each other farewell by the riverside church. 」

<Flashback starts here>

Bishop : What is faith, you ask?
Heheh... I traveled to Iberia in my youth, and saw with my own eyes how the lives of those around me collapsed during the Profound Silence, but that tenacious nation has never once yielded.
At first, I only admired the country's vitality, but as I lived my life, I came to realize...
That vitality, that is faith.
Who was there to teach me, or even the other Iberians, what path to take in life? Did anyone promise us we would surmount such a terrifying disaster?
No, but faced with calamity we always convince ourselves. Everything we go through is inevitably for something, suffering will eventually end, and we will enjoy a wonderful future.
That is faith.
Faith does not reside in scripture, nor in our prayers and hymns, but in our lives.
Faith is in our bodies and minds, in every heartbeat, in every breath. It is the source of all strength.
...Only because we believe.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background Black>

Tough Infected : Father Bishop, if it is as you say, that all suffering eventually ends, then where is our wonderful future you're talking about...?
Father Bishop... I think... I've tried my best.

「The Cautus collapses from exhaustion among the ruins, to the sounds of gunfire and cries from afar.
An intense pain reminds her of a cruel truth: this body has met its end.
She waves to those nearby whom she saved from death, staying alone in a wide open space far away from them.
Her body begins to disintegrate. 」

Tough Infected : ...I'm willing to believe...

<Background fades out>

「The light caught in the Cautus's eyes begin to dim, until she sinks into endless night. 」

「Then, she seems to see someone hold her almost shattered hand, and light begins to flow back into her eyes. 」

<Background 3>

Amiya : ...!

Doctor : What's wrong, Amiya?

Amiya : I think I heard the sound of an Infected disintegrating... again.
I could almost even see their final burst of light. Not too far from us.
We've seen this happen too often lately...

Doctor : Let's go. / It's time we end this.
Let's go confront Theresis.

Amiya : Let's go, Doctor.

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Doctor?

Doctor : Kal'tsit, a thought occurs.
What exactly does... stasis within the Assimilated Universe mean? / Does that place we've been prevent even time from escaping?

<Background Black>

[Waves crashing ]

「A surge of information rushes forward, trying to engulf him.
But Theresis does not budge. 」

Theresis : I finally see with my own eyes what great feat you've managed, Theresa.

Time Unknown
Originium Assimilated Universe

「He looks up at the tower standing in the void as falling fragments turn back into irregular information and return into the nothingness.
Theresis grabs a fragment that has drifted down to him, but it instantly turns to nothing in his palm. 」

Theresis : You opened this door for me, so I'll finish this last part of the journey in your stead, Theresa.
Once we Sarkaz seize the Originium that belongs to us, we shall for the first time hold the power to determine our own fate.

「He grips the blade in his hand, and stares coldly at the large rhombus approaching him.
Then, he walks toward the crumbling tower. He knows well his opponent will be there.
Destroy anything, just to create a ladder. Theresa has left a path for him. 」

"The myriad souls who never gave up resisting until they completely dissipated, did one last thing for the Sarkaz within the Originium—"
"They fought for a future where everyone has a right to survive, for the ones still alive."
"Onward, everyone."

Theresis : Just as always, my blade will cut our path forward. And you will lead the way.
I never break my promises, Theresa—

<Background fades out>

「He walks up the flight of stairs, towards the top of the nearly collapsed tower. 」

Operation story: 15-2

Before operation

Summary

Theresis enters the Assimilated Universe to fight against Originium's will.

<Background 1>

??? : (Unknown language) New redundant information?

[Footsteps ]

Theresis : All that remains is... nothingness?

「He looks at the rhombus, it appears to be— 」

Theresis : ...An eye staring at me.

「For the first time in his life, Theresis feels a shiver run down his spine.
But it isn't his own instinctive reaction. He feels that a force, a will he can't see is trying to make him submit. 」

[He brandishes his sword. ]

Theresis : Be you a god, or my creator, come out and face me.

「Dead silence, cold. There is no response from the void. 」

??? : Master. You shouldn't have come here.

[Footsteps approach ]

"Ascalon" : Her Highness has already made a terrible, reckless mistake. I do not want to lose another person I care about.
Master, leave this place. The time is not yet right.

Theresis : You should not use her to mock me, oh self-proclaimed Creator.

「The Ascalon standing before him is no illusion. This marvelous space has materialized his memories. 」

Theresis : In my memories, you are the same as before, just a little less mature.

"Ascalon" : ...?

Theresis : Since those who truly control this place dare not face me directly, then Theresa has indeed succeeded. They must have already been subjected to numerous restrictions.
Otherwise, those arrogant beings wouldn't have tried to get you to stop me.

「Theresis raises his sword. 」

"Ascalon" : You still do not wish to leave with me, Master?

Theresis : If you really want to take me away, then defeat me.

"Ascalon" : As you wish.

["Ascalon" draws her blade and charges at Theresis, who parries her attack. ]

Theresis : You're skilled, but you're merely using the skills I've taught you.

「"Ascalon" disappears into a purple haze. She's used her Originium Arts.
Theresis thinks back to the day he and Theresa led the remnants of the Sarkaz army into that storm...
The day he walked into the purple smoke alone and took the knife from that girl's hands... just as he does again. 」

Theresis : It has been some time, Ascalon.

During operation

<Background 1>

[Theresis continues fighting with "Ascalon". ]

"Ascalon" : You won't last much longer, master.

Theresis : Theresa has left more behind for me than you think. Did you expect I would tread this unknown ground unprepared?

「He watches the rhombus approach from the void. He already understands. 」

Theresis : You're watching me, aren't you?
Theresa beat you once. I won't fall behind—
I will sever your control over Amnannam.

"Ascalon" : You cannot harm me.

Theresis : I told you, you need to be more decisive, no matter whom the foe is.
You took too long.

"Ascalon" : —?

Theresis : I stand where they departed, the end to which Theresa guided me.
I was never the only one putting the hubris of the gods on trial.
The voice of the Sarkaz has been silent for too long.

「The shards of the tower gather around Theresis, before they return to entropy...
Gentle whispers.
He hears the defiant cry of the Sarkaz against fate. 」

After operation

Summary

Theresis and Ascalon battle atop the collapsed tower.

<Background 1>

[Sword slashing ]

「The rhombus-shaped eye is collapsing.
Theresis raises his head and looks up at the golden sea above. The platform's 'descent' is slowing, but it will still eventually crash into the ocean.
As he steps onto the platform, the sky and the ground, up and down, instantly reverse themselves.
In this barren void, without any rules, what does 'destruction' even mean?
Just what should he do now? Theresis isn't sure. 」

Theresis : You will vanish, 'Ascalon'.
I've severed the connection between you and a certain 'will'.

['Ascalon' begins to fade away. ]

'Ascalon' : Master, I've just seen a great many images flash by.
They were all images of me, but why do I feel like I'm having an out-of-body experience? Why do I feel like I'm so far away?

Theresis : That's just my memory of you.

'Ascalon' : Of me?

Theresis : You aren't a false phantasm, but you're not the real Ascalon either.
They're mocking me, and you as well.
I will put an end to this farce myself.

'Ascalon' : Master, does this mean you are going to die?

Theresis : What difference would it make?

'Ascalon' : I'm sorry. I wasn't able to save you.

Theresis : No. You did well. You did plenty well enough.

「Theresis swings his sword with all his might, cleaving the memory construct, and the already broken platform, in two.
'Ascalon' begins to shatter into pieces. Her shards, along with the other debris, 'fall into' the golden sea, transforming into more chaotic information. 」

Theresis : Go.
At least take a few of my memories when you go. Catch up to Theresa and the myriad souls on their journey.

「He can no longer hear Theresa or the myriad souls, but he still has a slight sense of familiarity with the information scattered around him.
Everywhere, although it's vanishing quickly—
She's fighting against it, as are the myriad souls. 」

<Background fades out>

「The tower has completely collapsed.
Everything has returned to the sea of data. And the sea is slowly calming down.
Theresis is also falling into the vast, golden ocean. He is silent, and miniscule— 」

<Background 2>

Theresis : This is by no means the end, but do we have enough time left?

"Theresis, our blades will not be enough to destroy the gods. However, we may manage to destroy them with their own methods."
"But I can't promise you this will work."

"I have no reason to doubt your judgment, Theresa."
"Tell me what I must do."

"Face the gods, directly."

「Theresis turns around and, without any hesitation, swims for deeper waters, disappearing fully into the black abyss of data.
After a moment, the surface of the sea begins to stir and boil again.
Then, the sea splits open, as if sliced by a sharp blade—chaotic streams of information surge endlessly into the abyss. 」

??? : (Unknown language) Connection... unstable.
(Unknown language) —It's you?

「She opens her eyes and sees the small, frail creature.
Then all the violent scenes come to a screeching halt. 」

<Background 3>

Autumn 1098
Throne Room, Palace of Westhaleg

Mon3tr : (Angry low moan)

Manfred : Ascalon does not need your help.

Mon3tr : (Disapproving roar)

Doctor : This is not the proper stage for your fair fight. / Theresis does not have much time left for us.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Ascalon, how are your wounds healing up?

Ascalon : Don't worry.
With Entelechia's help, I'm recovering quite well.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Ascalon, what intel have you received?

Ascalon : I was still a step too slow.
Theresis is not here. The only one I've encountered is Manfred.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : According to Ascalon's reports, Theresis really has returned from the Command Center.
Nezzsalem surely chose the Palace of Westhaleg as the site for the final battle with an eye towards protecting Theresis.
However, currently, Theresis and Theresa are still concealing their true motives from the other members of the Military Commission.
This includes Manfred, the nominal leader of the Military Commission.

Manfred : ......

「Manfred stands alone in front of the empty throne, facing you down.
Ascalon is fully locked onto him, leaving him no room for any reckless moves.
The standing water from his earlier battle with Ascalon has soaked Manfred's cloak, leaving him slightly disheveled. 」

Amiya : Theresa must have already captured Amnannam and handed it over to Theresis. But Theresis is not here, and Manfred seems unaware of his whereabouts...
Doctor, do you think he went there too...

Doctor : To the Assimilated Universe. / The sea of data within the first Originium.

Kal'tsit : Theresa has been moving too aggressively. If Theresis reasserts himself yet again, the damage could be irreparable.
Terra, as it stands now, is woefully unprepared, regardless of the outcome.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Kal'tsit, what are their chances of success?

Kal'tsit : Judging by our own past experiences, we can say that Theresa has a full understanding of the rules that govern the Assimilated Universe.
Analyze the rules, rebuild the order, and work with Theresis to seize the first Originium... I believe, with Theresa's abilities, this is far from a pipe dream.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Kal'tsit, are we prepared to deal with any and all potential outcomes?

Kal'tsit : I don't have detailed information on the first Originium either, so naturally, I'm unable to propose any concrete countermeasures.
In other words, with how things have developed so far, it's become very difficult to rely on our past experience and knowledge to analyze the current situation.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, do you mean we are helpless to do anything?

Kal'tsit : Not at all. If their plan succeeds, what Theresis and Theresa are seeking still falls within the bounds of our understanding, and we may not face the worst case scenario.
But if they fail...

「Kal'tsit looks at you, her eyes filled with worry. 」

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}, we must return to the Rhodes Island landship as quickly as possible.
We might still have one last chance to buy Terra a brief moment of respite.

Doctor : First, we must get Manfred under control. / Instead of worrying about things that have not yet happened, we should eliminate those variables that already exist.

Mon3tr : (Excited cry)

Amiya : I will protect the Doctor and restrict Manfred's movements as much as possible.

Ascalon : Settle this quickly. Be wary of the Teekazwurtzen that he's carrying.

「Just as the Teekazwurtzen in Manfred's hand begins to glow red, the King of Sarkaz's Arts and Ascalon's blade descend upon him. 」

Ascalon : This must end.

[Ascalon rushes forward when a sword suddenly appears out of nowhere. ]

Kal'tsit : —Move!

<Background 3>

Manfred : —!

「Ascalon instantly dissolves into purple mist, scattering amidst the flash of the blade, before reforming again.
The barrier woven by Amiya protects you and Kal'tsit, but it begins to falter against the blade flash. 」

Mon3tr : (Furious howl)
(Shields with all its might)

[Footsteps approach ]

「The blade's master slowly emerges from the darkness. He looks even more terrifying under the faint light. 」

Theresis : You've put yourself in this predicament.

Manfred : ...Your Highness... you...

Theresis : It looks like Nezzsalem is fulfilling his end of the bargain.
You've come here to see me. Very good.

Ascalon : ......

Amiya : ......

Kal'tsit : ......

Doctor : ......

「You see a man standing calmly before the throne—Theresis.
He looks nothing like the man you once knew. He's tightly gripping a vivid, gleaming crystal. 」

Doctor : Amnannam... / You've succeeded.

Theresis : You seem surprised.
You too have set foot in the void. You too have witnessed her departure.
You know full well the heavy price the Sarkaz paid for this.
And yet, you never believed the Sarkaz had any rightful claim to it.
Isn't that right, Dame Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : At least for now, we rejoice in your success.

Theresis : I thought you would rejoice in my death, Dame.

Manfred : —?!

Ascalon : ......

Doctor : His Originium infection level... / Just what has he been through?

Kal'tsit : I don't know what he's encountered, but needless to say, the Assimilated Universe's chaotic information continues to rapidly corrupt his will.
It will carry on this way until his entire body is fully recoded in another format.

Ascalon : Originium...
How much longer can he hold out?

Kal'tsit : Frankly, I'm stunned that he's managed to survive this long.

Manfred : Your Highness, I shall escort you out. Maybe we can still find a way to—

Theresis : Londinium does not need me anymore.
Please handle the remaining tasks.
I must do one last thing for the Sarkaz, while my mind is still clear.
Rhodes Island, the equality you seek may be a noble goal for all of Terra—but we Sarkaz will not be there to greet its arrival.
Such bitter irony—you and I brought about that outcome with our own hands, {nickname}, and now you're walking the very path she once laid out for me.

[The ground shakes. ]

「Amnannam is responding to Theresis's call.
The entire underground throne room begins to shift. The path by which you entered is now gone.
The hole sealed in the lower layer of Londinium is being filled—at a pace visible to the naked eye. 」

Amiya : Stop him!

[Amiya casts her Arts at Theresis. ]

「The surging Originium assimilates Amiya's Arts, something she has never experienced before. 」

Amiya : It's not working! Why?

「But Theresis still shows the same, rarely seen, pained look on his face. 」

Theresis : Cautus, you... are much like her.

Doctor : Something's not right. / The Originium assimilated Amiya's attack!

Kal'tsit : He is currently adapting to, and studying, Amnannam. But the more he is exposed to it, the more the chaotic data streams will impact him.
The first Originium, having had its authority seized by force, can't possibly compare to the state it was in when first created—we still have a chance.

Doctor : We don't have to attack head-on! / Stall! He can't hold out for long.
I need to get closer to him, and Amnannam!
Just trust me! / I won't forget!

<Flashback starts here>

「You'll never forget how you felt in that moment. You nearly lost Amiya.
However... you feel a torrent of jumbled information rushing through your mind—
Time is slowing down, but you can feel the Originium, the Originium you control.
Maybe, just maybe, you still have a chance, so long as you can remember everything that happened.
If you can do that, you'll be able to stop the Originium. 」

<Flashback ends here>

Amiya : I will do my best to carve a path for you, Dr. {nickname}!

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, do not worry about me. Protect the Doctor.
The Doctor is the only person, out of everyone here, who can stop Amnannam.

Mon3tr : (Hesitant roar)

Kal'tsit : Trust me.

Mon3tr : (Opens claws to protect you)

「The surging Originium activates the pool of dead water that has lain still on the surface for ages. Mist clinging to your mask makes it hard to see the road ahead.
However, you feel a silken thread wrap around your waist, gently guiding you forward. 」

Doctor : ...Amiya?

Amiya : Keep going!

Theresis : I told you before; this conflict ended long ago.
{nickname}, Theresa and I fully understand that there is no place for us in the Sarkaz future.
However, Ascalon, Manfred... your future does not lie here either.

「Originium creeps up Manfred and Ascalon's bodies, pushing them toward the edge, to the end of the battlefield. 」

Manfred : —?!

Ascalon : ......

Theresis : Leave. Go to a safe place and wait there.
Remember to take Amnannam back to Kazdel.

Manfred : —Wait, Your Highness—

「Manfred's voice vanishes within the underground throne room. Theresis has already scuttled him off to a safe place. 」

Ascalon : You don't get to make decisions for me anymore.

「Ascalon dissolves into a purple mist, slipping through the cracks in the Originium and remaining in the throne room.
She is everywhere all at once, just waiting for an opportunity. 」

Theresis : Folly...

「Amnannam is still flashing, but his movements are becoming increasingly difficult.
The Originium is restricting his arms, his eyes, and even his thoughts.
But still, he forces himself to remember one goal——to bury everything here.
He needs to hold on to his last shred of sanity so he can leave Amnannam with Manfred, who is finally safe.
He struggles to lift up his sword, as he once did when he served at the side of the King of Sarkaz.
He raises his sword for the Sarkaz one final time. 」

Theresis : {nickname}, we meet again at last.

<Flashback starts here>

Doctor : Have you ever... looked up at the sky?
Beyond that sky, far beyond the twin moons, there is a place that we would once return to, where we would sleep peacefully.
But I am the only one left, here speaking with you. In the course of the Sarkaz's eternal search for the remains of dead gods to fend off your enemies, have you ever wondered...?
Why did those gods die?

「"In the sea filled with both truth and the unknown, I saw...
"A fleeting vision of the gods before they died, and root of the pain you bear."
"I now understand you, though you have already passed away. Now I'm the only one left, and I'm speaking to you."
"Before I retire to my eternal slumber, I will destroy you. I shall build a ladder for the Sarkaz."
"No longer will anyone toy with the fate of the Sarkaz. We shall reclaim our own destiny, {nickname}." 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background Black>

「Theresis swings his sword.
A beam of light stings your eyes, and you wrack your brain, trying to recall how to stop Amnannam.
Amiya's barrier breaks, layer by layer, amidst the gleam of the sword. You think you see Mon3tr's huge frame blocking your view. 」

Doctor : STOP!

「You suddenly remember everything about the moment you almost lost Amiya. You remember how you stopped it all.
You did it, Dr. {nickname}.
You remembered— 」

Doctor : (...Priestess...) / (Priestess!)

Theresis : You—!

[SLASH! ]

Theresis : ...?

Voice in the Smoke : You told us that we would only have one chance to strike.
You really have slowed down a lot...

「Theresis struggles to lower his head and sees the blade that has pierced his heart, as well as Ascalon, with a determined look on her face and tears in her eyes.
The figure steps out of the smoke and pins Theresis to the throne with all her strength.
Amnannam and his sword fall to the ground, lying in the shallow water reflecting the dim light. 」

Ascalon : Master... this is the end.

「Theresis raises his hand. 」

Kal'tsit : Careful, do not let him touch it again.

「Theresis clutches Ascalon's assassin blade and uses all his strength to slowly draw it from his chest.
There is no blood. There is no warmth. All that's left are a few shattered crystal shards. 」

Theresis : Well done. You've finally found your conviction.

Ascalon : ...Your heart...

Theresis : It stopped beating a while ago.
I've repaid my debt.
Take it...

「Theresis, straining, shifts his gaze towards Amnannam laying on the ground. 」

Theresis : Find Manfred...
And Kazdel... go home...

Ascalon : You—

「Ascalon feels herself being pushed away by a very weak hand. 」

Theresis : I will stay here.
I cannot let the Sarkaz know... my fate...

「He hears faint cheers from above, the cheers of the Victorians. 」

Doctor : The Nachzehrer King is gone. / You missed Logos's elegy for the Nachzehrer.

Theresis : His war ended just before mine.
{nickname}, I was able to gaze upon the true face of the gods.
I only regret that I was unable to completely defeat.... you.

Kal'tsit : —!

Doctor : Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : Assuming he speaks the truth, he may have bought Terra a moment's respite.
Regardless, we must continue our preparations, Doctor.

Amiya : Then, Theresis...

Ascalon : He will remain here. I'll ensure that no one disturbs him, and no one finds him.

「She holds up Amnannam, and Theresis's sword. 」

Ascalon : Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit, Amnannam belongs to Kazdel.
It must return to Kazdel.

Kal'tsit : We must consider this matter carefully.

Amiya : The damage the Sarkaz inflicted on Londinium is bound to stir a new wave of hatred—and without proper guidance, it could lead to an even darker nightmare.
This war must end, but Kazdel must also take measures to protect itself. We can go to Kazdel together and watch how they use Amnannam.

Doctor : This really is the best move, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : There are many things we need to discuss, but not here.
First, we must use Amnannam to leave this place. Give it a try, Doctor.

Doctor : Strange... it's not responding to me.

Ascalon : Let me try. I can feel... a faint connection. I think it's responding to me.

<Background shakes>

「The sealed passage reopens yet again. 」

Ascalon : Is it assaulting my thoughts?

Kal'tsit : Enough. We can't just keep using this thing haphazardly. We need to do more research on both its uses and its potential dangers.

Ascalon : ......

「Ascalon looks at the figure on the throne. In the darkness, she cannot make out his face.
Her eyes are a bit blurry. 」

Ascalon : ......
I'll go with you.
I will respect his wishes. I don't need to witness his end.

Amiya : Ascalon...

「The Cautus hugs Ascalon tightly. Ascalon suddenly realizes that the frail Cautus she once found in the wilderness has grown up. 」

Amiya : Let's go home together.
...Doctor?

Doctor : You all go ahead. I'll catch up.

Amiya : I'll stay here to protect you—

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr is staying here, and it should be sufficient. Theresis is no longer a threat.
We'll wait for you outside.

「It's very quiet. All you can hear is dripping water. You silently creep closer to the man on the throne. 」

Theresis : You do not fear death, {nickname}?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : You can't kill me.

Theresis : Yes, that is assuredly true.
That is why you remain here and mock me?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You don't think that way.

Theresis : Haha——*cough* Haha...
Such a prideful stance.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

「His voice is hoarse. 」

Doctor : You're forcing yourself to speak with me.

Theresis : You have won my respect, {nickname}.
You're more determined than I thought.
But you are on... a suicide mission.

Doctor : I never imagined you could seize Amnannam.
You are heroes, in the eyes of the Sarkaz, but—

Theresis : *cough* Hahaha...

Doctor : Why are you laughing?

Theresis : I'm laughing at you, {nickname}.
You... know nothing.

Doctor : What did you find in the Assimilated Universe?

Theresis : That is my secret. You have no right to ask.
I have no desire to belittle Rhodes Island's yearning to heal the wounds caused by Originium.
Yet it is still so ironic, hahaha—
In the end, if you find that the real monster... is you—
Then what will you do, {nickname}?

Doctor : —?! / What have you learned?

Theresis : *cough* Alas, I will not live to see that day. You and I never really did get along.
It was so then, as it is now.

「He grabs at his clothing. It seems like he's trying to find something.
There are deep cuts on his breastplate, wounds left by Ascalon. 」

Theresis : ......

「He finally finds what he's looking for—the stone blade he always carries. 」

Mon3tr : (Warning roar)

Theresis : Calm down... monster of Kal'tsit.

[The blade clatters at the Doctor's feet. ]

「He's just trying to throw you the blade. 」

Theresis : It's Ascalon's.
......
Leave.
You are not worthy of witnessing my end.

<Background fades out>

Directly below the Palace of Westhaleg throne room, on the lowest throne in Terra, the Regent of the Sarkaz accepts his fate, alone.
This first Victorian throne, which has been eroded by time and bears little resemblance to its original form, was moved here intact when this nomadic city was first built and became part of the foundation of the Palace of Westhaleg.
The king who built Londinium said, "This symbolizes that Victoria's royal authority is everlasting, from beginning to end.""
According to official Victorian records, the Sarkaz mercenaries, led by an organization called Babel, withdrew from Londinium in October 1098.
However, the leader who ultimately directed all of this, Theresis, 'vanished without a trace.'

<Background Black>

The End of Kazdel's 'Heroic Age'
Throne Room, Palace of Westhaleg

「His ears can no longer hear anything, but the sound of the ocean waves floods his brain, just as it did before. This is the voice of the Assimilated Universe.
An endless stream of information crashes into his consciousness. It is frenzied and unclear; it is beyond his understanding. 」

「Theresis has very little time left to think. His final shred of consciousness surrenders to the vast sea of data.
His consciousness comes to rest beside a lonely monster.
The ugly Teekaz, wearing a black crown on his head, walks out from the silvery mountains. He looks up at the vast starry sky.
The eternal starry sky. The wild, primal continent. From every corner of existence, countless lives look beyond the earth and stars—they all gaze up at the same universe.
He's not lonely. He feels more calm and peaceful than he's ever felt in his life. 」

Theresis : At last, I see the past, as you once saw it...
As well as the future.

「He wants to say something more, to call that name one last time, but he can no longer speak.
He's totally exhausted, but as he prepares to close his eyes, a faint white ray emerges from the darkness. 」

Familiar Gentle Voice : We insist that you know the parting words she left for you.
As Theresa left with the myriad souls... she heard your voice among the many who called out to her.
"Our time has finally come to an end."
"Goodbye, Theresis."

「He strains to open his eyes. His field of vision grows ever darker.
But he recognized the figure in white some time ago, as soon as it first appeared.
"Goodbye, Theresa." 」

「He doesn't need to hold on any longer.
He flashes a slight smile and allows his last wisp of consciousness to dissipate. 」

<Background fades out>

「The light dispels the darkness.
The light brings forth the darkness. 」

「When the light pours into his eyes once more, time seems to have gone backwards, back to the moment before the collapse. 」

Cold Voice : (Unknown language) You are lost.

"Who speaks to me?"

Cold Voice : (Unknown language) It has been a long time since this place has seen a new visitor.
(Unknown language) Or are you the last survivor of the ruined planet?

"I remember... my consciousness was shattering..."
"And then... disintegration... death... but, why?"

Cold Voice : (Unknown language) In any case, welcome.
(Unknown language) Come. Seek me.

"..."

Confused Individual : ...I remember, a hand reached out to me, before I died.
This place—

「The Cautus, who should have perished and returned to Terran soil, looks around in confusion.
She has never seen a place like this before. Light falls upon her, and she feels warm. 」

Confused Individual : Where are we?
The land beyond death... the home of the gods?

Operation story: 15-3

Before operation

Summary

The infected Cautus has not died. She's been saved, though she does not know by whom, and taken to a place beyond her comprehension. Three years after the Londinium incident, many operators on Rhodes Island set out to provide reinforcements to various locations.

<Background 1>

[Strange ringing ]

Confused Individual : Bells...? Why am I hearing them ring from all directions?

「Her voice is so soft that it does not even echo off the walls.
Whenever the foggy light comes, lots of tiny holes appear in the walls, opening and closing, breathing. When the light disappears, the walls turn white and silent. 」

Confused Individual : That light... is very different from the Holy City's light that the Bishop talked about...

Cold Voice : (Unknown language) That light is a simulated F spectrum.

Confused Individual : I can hear you. How can I see you?

「She presses her nails to the wall. It feels warm and soft, as if she's touching someone else's fingertips—
—so she places her whole palm against the wall, pressing closely to the wall's fine patterns and textures.
Wherever her hand moves, the patterns stretch along with it, as if they're quietly guiding her by the hand. 」

Confused Individual : You're... responding to me?

<Background fades out and in>

「She runs forward for a bit, and the wall extends with her, leading her. 」

Confused Individual : There are so many doors and so many different paths here. Where do they all lead?

「The Cautus stops walking. She sees a 'god' standing in midair, a short distance in front of her. Its silhouette is massive.
The surface of the god's body carries a murky sheen, unlike that of any metal. It nimbly arranges a vast array of glowing fragments into patterns. As the patterns change, the fragments shift color in turn.
But the girl notices that there is no halo on the 'god's' head. The midair colossus completely ignores her, gliding past without hesitation. 」

Confused Individual : ...?!

<Background fades out and in>

Mechanical Lifeform : ♪~

「Another similar being approaches and stops in front of her. 」

Mechanical Lifeform : ♫?

「It seems to be asking her a question. 」

Confused Individual : I don't understand what you're saying.

「The 'god' is quiet for a moment. Then it switches from its own language to another one and continues talking. 」

Mechanical Lifeform : (Unknown language) Your use of language is primitive.

「The 'god' extends its supple limbs to cover the Cautus's head. The Cautus nervously shuts her eyes. 」

Mechanical Lifeform : (Unknown language) There's no need to fear. I am analyzing your brain frequency and will upload it to Anseta.
Language. You. Sufficient to communicate.
...Not yet vectorized, extrapolation, deduction. Language, temporary adjustment. Resonance, necessary.

Confused Individual : I... can't understand you. Can you understand me?

Mechanical Lifeform : Indubitably.

Confused Individual : —Then are you... God?

「The Cautus nervously asks the question that she is most desperate for an answer to. 」

Mechanical Lifeform : 'God', question. Definition, necessary.

Confused Individual : The Bishop says that God is the embodiment of the Law and the Lord of the Holy City, who protects the sick and the dearly departed. But these things that he says were never recorded in the history books.

Mechanical Lifeform : Forsake, god.
God, not, necessary.

Confused Individual : ...?!
If you aren't God, then who rescued me? Why have I been brought here?
Or is this Kingdom Come? Are you here to guide me into the Kingdom?

Mechanical Lifeform : Questions. Too many.
Resonance, lacking. Communication, inefficient.
Raydistorter. I.
Partial answer. Show you.

「The being who calls itself 'Raydistorter' uses its limbs to draw a window in the air and drag it to the nearest wall. The image in the porthole quickly fades from view.
A pale, eerie light wells up from nowhere, flooding the entire window. The image sharpens gradually—and the Cautus girl looks out the 'window'. 」

「A shattered sphere floats in the dark expanse of space, dotted with countless stars. It is frozen at the moment of death.
All the pasts that have not had time to be told shatter into dust and are cast into the frozen void.
The dust particles find each other and circle around the former garden. They clump together into rings that float in the air. 」

「The Cautus girl and Raydistorter 'sail' atop these dust rings into the dead silence. 」

Raydistorter : We see. Sail. Salvage.
You, shudder. Fear?

Confused Individual : The faraway things, the twinkling things, they look like eyes. It's really scary.
They're just stars, but they feel alien to me. There are too many of them; they are too close, too bright.
You're not scared?

Raydistorter : Fear is unnecessary.
Fear, too limiting, too inadequate, to describe.

「The Cautus looks through the window and sees that tiny holes have appeared in the walls of the ship.
A white light appears somewhere far, far in the distance. It starts growing, and growing until it covers up almost the entire window.
The blinding light caresses the surface of the land of death, covering and hiding everything from any would-be watchful eyes.
The Cautus girl looks directly at the light, as a fear is continually invading her heart, a fear she does not understand.
It's the pale light of a dying star.
A dead planet still orbits the star, and the great ship clinging to the star ring must endure its light and its wailing, again and again, without end. 」

Raydistorter : See, yes?
Only, grave. No, 'Holy City'.
Only, cycles, only, laws. No... 'gods'.
Universe. Welcome.
You. Traveler. Name?

Confused Individual : ......
Hierda.

「'I don't know when it started, but the nickname the clerics used to tease me with became my name.' 」

<Background Black>

「......
...... 」

[Electronic jingle ]

「Administrator permissions confirmed.
Unlocking restricted-access project: PRTS Repaired Audio Log #0422
Access restrictions unlocked.
Date: Unrecoverable
Play Log: Under-Development Area
Subject: Kal'tsit 」

[Static buzz ]

The dust has settled in Londinium, but hopes for peace in Victoria seem dim.
How much time do we have? I know you're listening, PRTS.
I need you to do everything you can to restore monitoring the Cradle Process, in the middle decks' under-development area.
And... prepare to grant Closure access to my permissions.
Authorization—Abyss. Thank you.
There's a lot left to do. How much will I manage myself?

「Playback finished. Erasing access log...
3... 2... 1... Log has been erased.
Administrator, do you want to unlock the next classified log?
Operation confirmed. Unlocking next log. 」

[Static buzz ]

<Background 2>

Summer, 1101
Rhodes Island Landship
Three years after the Londinium incident

[A mechanical maintenance helper moves around. ]

'Beepy' : (Sliding quickly)
(Proudly claiming credit)

Alanna : Good work. It seems like Closure and Mechanist's upgrades were effective.

'Beepy' : (Spins happily)

Alanna : Hey. The repair work on this sector is nearly complete.

「She feels a small body make contact with her back, hugging her neck and giggling.
Alanna knows the giggle well. Sometimes, it makes her happy, and sometimes it makes her anxious.
She takes the girl she loves so much up on her back. 」

Alanna : Potlid, I smell cream stew!

Warmy : Lanns, you're going to ruin the surprise!

Alanna : It smells too good! I couldn't help myself!
You sure are happy. I guess the Doctor agreed?

Warmy : Yes! I saw there was an opening for volunteer work in the Rim Billiton office, and I signed up as soon as I could.
The food I cook now can't cure a miner's Oripathy, sure, but our Rhodes Islander friends can, and I can fill their stomachs.
If Savage and Ray hadn't vouched for me, the Doctor might've rejected my application on the spot.

Alanna : Well, it's my responsibility as your guardian to accompany you, obviously.

Warmy : Savage and Ray are with me. No worries!
But even when I'm not around, you still have to eat right, Lanns. I've left a full week's worth of soups of the day in the kitchen—all your favorite flavors.
My colleagues in Logistics will keep an eye on you for me.

Alanna : Haha. You're the boss, Potlid.
But will you really be able to stand leaving your friends?

[Mechanical whirring ]

'Beepy' : (Exaggerated nod)

Warmy : Yes. The Beepy's also a good friend of mine.
But lots of the people I know have applied to serve as backup in this place or that, and I'm not about to fall behind.
Everyone's looking forward to touring our new home after the mission is over. Lanns, you promised me that Rhodes is gonna look even more beautiful once the renovations are done!

Alanna : (Shhh—Of course, I peeked at Closure's blueprints before.)

Warmy : Also...

Alanna : Also?

Warmy : I was already brave enough to say goodbye to my family and set off on a long journey, just like my dad did. Lanns, you just wait for my return!

<Background 3>

Zima : A giant cookie? Is this from Ceobe?

Gummy : Lots of operators getting ready to head out to support posts got cookies.
"You gotta eat good when you're traveling." Kay was really firm with me on that.
I just wonder if she's gonna end up eating most of the cookies before she gets to share them.
I set it up with Vulcan to bake a batch of cookies as quickly as possible, so Kay could pass them out to all the operators going on field missions.

Istina : When the time comes, I'll have Sonya go with Kay to distribute them.

Zima : Why—
Forget it. I'll just drag Leto along with me.

Leto : —?!
Haha. I'm fine as long as you give me the honey drink you owe me once we get there.
With a drink in my hand, I'm at your command, General Zima!

Zima : Gah. What a headache. All this talking-to-people shit... This is Natalya's work.

Istina : But Rosa can't be everywhere at once—she has a lot of specific plans to go over with Amiya too, you know.
This trip's going to be a bit more trouble than usual—after all, we're going to—
(In Ursine) Ursus.

Zima : ......

Istina : Or did you give the task of planning with Amiya to Rosa because you were afraid you couldn't do it?

Zima : Who said I couldn't do it? It's just—

「Ursus, the place they all left together.
So much time has passed since then. Zima believes they are ready to go back and face the place once more. 」

Zima : Gummy, what's wrong with your hand?

Gummy : N-Nothing, Zima. It's just a little sore, is all. We had them baking too many cookies. The bakers in the canteen got worn out.
Even Kay, waiting right outside the door, had to get dragged in to help like a good girl.
Don't worry about me, Zima. She wants to fill the bellies of the operators who took good care of her and are now leaving home. I feel the same way.

Zima : We'll do our part as well.
Anyways, Natalya also needs to spend some time—

??? : You need help? Count me in.

[Footsteps approach ]

Dur-nar : See, Little Cub? Look what I can whip up in the kitchen.

Gummy : Instructor Dur-nar?

Dur-nar : The Doctor showed me your application. I took the liberty of applying to travel with you—as your 'guardian.'
Truth is, the Doctor was too worried about sending you back. I'm worried enough myself.

Gummy : Zima...?

Zima : Welcome!

<Background 4>

Amiya : Rosa, the Doctor didn't want to approve your application, at first.
Medical assessed all of you and recommended that we be a bit more careful with your itinerary.

Rosa : But, in the end, the Doctor respected our wishes?

Amiya : That's because of Zima.
She burst into the RI Doctor's Office and vowed to protect you, promising your safe return to Rhodes Island.
Just like before.

Rosa : ......

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 5>

Zima : I kept them alive in Chernobog, I got us through it. This time's no different.

Doctor : This isn't just about your safety. / This encounter with Ursus will be very different from before.

Zima : Natalya and I have it worked out—If we operate under her family's Rostov Industries, we'll have an easier time moving around.

Doctor : I'm not worried about your status. / Rhodes Island has ways to deal with things like that.
(Hands over Medical report)
The assessment says you aren't fully prepared yet.

Zima : ......

Doctor : There are other logistics tasks you can choose. / There are always other ways you can help Rhodes Island.

Zima : We're all nervous about going back, at least a bit. But we can't keep hiding from it.
This isn't some 'journey home for self-healing.' We looked over the risks and volunteered because we think we're a good fit for operations in Ursus.
We decided to call Rhodes Island our home a long time ago.
So I can guarantee I'll bring them back home, safe and sound.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 4>

Rosa : Sonya has always been braver than me.
Amiya, as far as the details of our collaboration with Rostov Industries, I'd appreciate it if Dr. Kal'tsit and the Doctor could take a closer look.
I believe this will only be beneficial to our operations.

Amiya : Consider it done, Rosa.
However, I still recommend that you avoid conducting any operations in Chernobog for now.
Ursus is still patrolling the area as closely as ever, and your identities are still an issue.

Rosa : We'll stay in contact with the ship—there are still many aspects of the Ursine operation that will be up to you to assess.

Amiya : Have a safe trip, Rosa.
The ship will be sending additional Logistics and Medical staff to accompany you—not only to support your operation, but also to explore the possibility of establishing a permanent office in Ursus.
By the way, someone else came to find me after your travel plans were announced. She hopes to join you on your journey.

Rosa : Oh?

<Background 3>

Gummy : (Stomach growling)

Istina : —?
Gummy, put the pot down. You eat your fill first!

Gummy : Huh? I haven't gone hungry in a very long time.
(Stomach growling)
Hehe. Maybe I was just too busy today and forgot to eat, Istina.
You and Zima are here, so I'll be fine.

Zima : Then get to eating, you hear me?

Leto : Open wide, Gummy.

Gummy : Mm-mm, I'm full, Leto!

Leto : Come to think of it, do you have anything you need us to bring, Zima? Personal thingies? I brought some big crates with me.

Zima : Well, let's bring the guitar Natalya gave me. Don't want her asking about it later.
Anything else, just leave it at home. Not like we're never coming back.

Istina : Leto, didn't you say we weren't taking anything?

Leto : That reminds me—I've got some junk to give to someone. Mind if we swing by Kjerag on the way, Sonya?

Zima : Should be fine. I'll submit my travel plan to the Doctor.

Resolute Voice : Excuse me, might I join you on your trip to Ursus?

[Footsteps approach ]

Absinthe : Sorry, I know this request is sudden...
But I...

Rosa : Sonya, let Zoya come with us.
This rescue mission will be a long one. We can take care of each other along the way.

Absinthe : You already know, Natalya?

Amiya : I talked to Rosa about it.

Zima : Haha. Don't sweat it, Zoya. This isn't our first joint trip.

Istina : Ceobe, wait, that cookie is still a bit raw in the middle!

Amiya : Huh?
No! Stop her! She'll give herself a tummyache!

Ceobe : Huh?

'Beepy' : (Politely stops her)

Ceobe : I'm gonna be late!

'Beepy' : (Spins angrily)

<Background Black>

「Kay made so many cookies.
Those cookies should go to very, very good people.
Lots of wonderful people are setting out on a journey. They took good care of Kay at home, so Kay wants to make sure they don't go hungry.
That's the deal. 」

<Background 5>

Folinic : Doctor, the copy rooms on each floor have been packed with people these past few days.
This round of field deployments, going out to so many different regions, is the perfect opportunity for us to pick up local souvenirs—the wishlists everyone's been making are long enough to start a whole Terran Expo.

Kal'tsit : In the past, Closure has suggested that the Procurement Department make unified purchases for the operators, but I rejected the idea.
Let's keep the spirit of the tradition alive. Procurement will be sending out a notice soon regarding reimbursement.

Folinic : Do you need me to bring you back anything from my trip to Victoria?

「Kal'tsit shakes her head. She looks at the cookies Folinic is holding with a bit of suspicion. 」

Folinic : Ceobe shoved these cookies at me just now.
She just made a gigantic mess in the kitchen, and Amiya is still trying to help clean it up.

Kal'tsit : Poor Amiya.
Folinic, you're going to have your hands full on this trip to Victoria.
In addition to recovering data from several offices in the ducal territories, you'll have to monitor Na Saoirsí and Reed.
You'll have to coordinate with all the different offices to provide her as much support as possible.

Folinic : Of course.
And Londinium?

Kal'tsit : Let Heidi know that we are temporarily delaying our return to the ship for debriefing. Ever since Londinium's Parliament restored contact with the outside world, it has resumed collecting messages from the Core nations.
The intelligence network that Heidi has been cultivating is extremely important. This is also why I am sending you to provide support.

Folinic : So overall, things aren't really that great? I see. I'll pay close attention to all of this.

Kal'tsit : Folinic, you need to take it easier.

Folinic : Wha?

Kal'tsit : You have a habit of overloading yourself.
I saw your itinerary. You're stretching yourself too thin. I deleted a few of the tasks.

Folinic : ......

Kal'tsit : Try not to dwell on the things you fear—and don't try and force yourself to take control of them, either.
Folinic, I never expected you to be like your mother... or me.
I don't support encouraging those who have experienced suffering to forget the hatred and violence they've endured. If we want to build a better future, we mustn't surrender.
Try to slow down your pace a bit, Folinic. Wanting to have more control over your life is good, but getting all anxious about it is just tantamount to self-torture.
It's a long road to Victoria, but I need you to remember the smile you had when you first walked in this room.
This is my one and only requirement for you.

Folinic : ......
I will remember that.
I'll pick out a souvenir for you myself when I get to Victoria.
Farewell, Dr. Kal'tsit.

[Folinic leaves. ]

Kal'tsit : Red, you don't need to hide.

Projekt Red : I was afraid you would be angry.
You told me not to be sad about Siracusa... but I made you sad.
I don't want to leave Rhodes Island this time. I'm afraid you will force me.

Kal'tsit : I haven't prepared the transfer order for S.W.E.E.P. yet, Red.

Projekt Red : —!

Kal'tsit : Stay here on standby. Ascalon's orders will arrive soon.

Projekt Red : After we receive the orders, can I stay by your side?

Kal'tsit : Yes. Didn't you arrive some time ago?

Projekt Red : Yes. I arrived a while ago.

<Background 6>

Savage : Aunt Jemma and Mum prepared these canned golden radishes for me to hand out to my colleagues.
Sorry. There might be a few too many of them. Should we maybe store them in the kitchen first?

Doctor : There's a veritable mountain of cans here.

Savage : I'll leave them with you.
All this stuff happened all of a sudden. It's been too long since I've been home. Mum's stockpile of canned goods is getting out of control. She just keeps dumping them on me over and over.

Doctor : Didn't you just tell me they were prepared specifically for our colleagues?

Savage : Gah... Yes. Right.
Anyways, they're all mine. I'll decide how they're used.
Doctor, might I trouble you to help me distribute these to our colleagues, when you see them? Warmy's on a tight schedule, so I don't have time to do it myself.
Oh, right. The two cans with names on them... I saved them for you and Amiya. Don't give them out by mistake!

Doctor : They look more or less the same.

Savage : —You... Of course they're not the same!
Oh right. I'll also need to take thirty cans on my own trip.

Doctor : For your own supplies?

Savage : No. As gifts.
Warmy and Ray have an old friend, Jerry. Ever since he married Keira, his career has really taken off.
I saw the last photo he sent. His family has been blessed with quite a litter of kids lately. Warmy made plans with us to stop and visit them on the way.

Doctor : They mentioned this.

Doctor : Time really flies, huh?

Savage : And we haven't really changed much, eh? Well, Amiya sure does seem like she's matured a lot, ever since she returned from Kazdel.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Please take good care of Warmy and Ray.

Savage : I'm well aware of the situation in Rim Billiton. I'll make sure they're cared for.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Please take care of yourself as well.

Savage : Don't worry, Doctor.
I look forward to seeing you again after the field missions are complete.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Savage : Still, this field assignment covers a pretty wide area—I'm afraid it'll be quite a while before I can sleep soundly in my own bed again.

Doctor : Don't worry. Rhodes Island will wait for you to return.

Savage : Righto!
Keep the lights on for me, Doctor.

<Background 7>

[Footsteps in the sand ]

Lava : Hey. What are you still doing here?

Hibiscus : I just thought of something. We still haven't been given our medicine/health maintenance manuals yet. We need this guidance so that we can remember our health regimens.
I mean, this is going to be a long trip abroad. Will we all remember to eat our meals and take our medicines?

Lava : The medic operators will take care of all that. Why are you worried about it?

Hibiscus : But we often do forget to take proper care of ourselves. You yourself, Lava, don't you forget to take your food rations with you, sometimes?

Lava : I... uhh... meh... whatever.

Hibiscus : Then there's the other members of A1. The squad is going to be taking on some dangerous tasks. Kroos has to go on a long trip all by herself. Will they be okay?

Lava : Ugh... Enough already! Will you quit treating them like children?
We've been at this for so long. We're all adults already!

Hibiscus : I know... I get it...
It's just that—leaving a place I've spent so many years with everyone, day in and day out... and not knowing when I'll be back—it's a lot to take in.
I just feel a bit... empty inside.

Lava : ......
Don't worry. We'll be back.

Lava : Rhodes Island is dealing with some stuff right now. I trust the Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit, and Amiya can handle it all.
All we have to do is complete our own tasks and be patient.
Rhodes Island is our home, and we're not gonna lose our home. No matter what happens, we'll be back.
Someday.

Hibiscus : Right...
We'll be together again.

<Background 8>

[Mechanical beep ]

Warfarin : Your body temp hasn't come down. It seems like the old cocktail of drugs is no longer effective.
However, your metabolic rate has not been impacted too much. After the concentration of the old drugs in your bloodstream goes down, I'll administer some new medications.
These new drugs will decrease your pain threshold, but don't worry, I'll up your pain meds.

Calm Infected : Alright.
There are a few new empty beds?

Warfarin : They left yesterday. Don't worry. They've just been transferred elsewhere for more targeted temporary treatment.
By the way, a few people left some notes for you. They're in your bedside drawer.
Your condition is rather unusual, and we should keep you in a controlled treatment environment. Staying here with me under my observation is the best option.

Calm Infected : Okay. Thank you.

Warfarin : What are you looking at, Chloe?

Chloe : There are little circles on the ceiling that keep spinning. Looking at them makes me feel safe.

Warfarin : The crystals are still interfering with your vision. My next surgery will be an attempt to remove the crystals near your retinas.

Chloe : Every time I stare at them, they look like they've crept just a bit closer. It's like they're talking to me.
Can you hear them?
(Closes eyes) Their sound... it's like that old bell I used to hear.

Warfarin : You mean the one you told me about before? From the bell tower in your hometown?

Chloe : There's more than just one bell tower. I was on a quest to repair all of them, and had already repaired quite a few... when they were all destroyed by cannon fire.

Warfarin : I reached out to the operators we've got in Victoria—they looked into it for you. The town's been rebuilt, and the locals even repaired that old bell.

Chloe : That's great news! Now that the bell's tolling again, life can continue on. Quite a relief, isn't it?

「Warfarin double-checks the instrument readings one last time, then injects the prepared medicine into the IV system.
The buzzing of the instruments mixes together with the noise of the IV system and Chloe's occasional gasps of pain. 」

Chloe : Dr. Warfarin, how many different types of medicine have we tried over the last three years?

Warfarin : Let me worry about that. All your vital indicators have stabilized. That's what's really important here.

Chloe : Before I contracted Oripathy, I often cared for infected soldiers in the bell tower. I know exactly what it means when the crystals start spreading across your skin.

「Chloe tries to move the muscles in her face, but the tiny spikes embedded in her skin twist her expression. Her wounds split open, and bright beads of blood begin to seep out. 」

Chloe : (Wry smile) You see? They won't even let me smile.

Warfarin : As a doctor, I cannot guarantee outcomes. I can only promise that every medic in Rhodes Island will provide you the best possible care.

Chloe : Thank you, Dr. Warfarin.
I just... miss my hometown.

Warfarin : ......

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 9>

Warfarin : This report, it—!

Touch : The first time I saw this patient's charts, I thought there was some kind of error in the data then too.
But we checked the data several times, and it was correct.

Warfarin : By all logic, no patient with this high a Cell-Originium Assimilation rate should still show any signs of life.
It goes against everything we know about Oripathy.

Touch : And yet, the Originium is keeping the patient alive, in a way no one could have predicted.
Some of her internal organs have completely crystallized, but they're actually functioning more efficiently and stably than those of previous patients we've seen.
I haven't figured out what's causing this condition yet, but based on the data—the more her infection progresses, the healthier she seems… and the more pain she's in.

Warfarin : We've never seen a case like this before. This may be some kind of new mutated form of Oripathy. If we can make some sort of medical breakthrough while administering her treatment...
Maybe these people we rescued from Victoria really can bring a few miracles to Rhodes Island.

<Flashback ends here>

Operation story: 15-4

After operation

Summary

PRTS is functioning abnormally. Kal'tsit begins preparations for dismantling and preparing Rhodes Island to deal with a threat from the Abyss.

<Background 1>

Friston-3 : Closure, I have the right to refuse the data module inspections and upgrades you're proposing.
I will not be treated like THRM-EX and Lancet-2. You know very well that I am different from my 'colleagues'.

Closure : Haha. Relax. I'm not trying to trick you into a module upgrade this time.

Friston-3 : Then please restore the power supply to my mobility module. Restricting a respected scholar's personal freedom is really unbecoming behavior.
Take a look at the expression doodle on my faceplate. It indicates how I feel.
'Angry'.

Closure : This won't take too much time. Justice Knight is already lined up waiting at the entrance.
Mr. Friston, I guarantee this maintenance will be quick.

[Closure tinkers with Friston-3. ]

Closure : Alright. There we are.

Friston-3 : You've blocked me from accessing PRTS data?

Closure : Blocked you? No. I just disconnected you from PRTS. To be more precise, I physically removed your reception module.
(It looks like that went well enough. I thought there would be some irreparable failures.)

Friston-3 : You just did that, without any sort of planning?!

Closure : Haha. Well, how do you feel now, Mr. Friston?

Friston-3 : I recorded the entire experiment. You violated protocol, and I'll be discussing your negligence with Kal'tsit shortly.
Not to mention your reckless disregard for my life. She'll hear about that too.

Closure : Mr. Friston, please do one more self-check and to be certain you're not getting any transmissions from PRTS.

Friston-3 : ...?

[Friston-3 attempts to connect to PRTS. ]

Friston-3 : You should just be thankful nothing went wrong. I checked, and I indeed cannot connect to PRTS any longer.
Ugh... it's like I have blurred vision. It's a very subtle feeling, and I don't like it one bit.

Closure : Perfect!

Friston-3 : —?

Closure : Now we can talk, Mr. Friston.
If I wanted to disconnect all the retrofitted operation platforms from PRTS, would there be a safer way to do that?

Friston-3 : I refuse to speculate about such dangerous work. That would be no different than killing all of my precious 'colleagues'.

Closure : What if... we had no other choice?

Friston-3 : Please tell me what might cause you to draw such a conclusion.
Have you discovered something?

<Background 2>

[Footsteps ]

Amiya : Closure, can you determine the root cause of the last few PRTS operation errors?

Closure : The logs show that most of the errors were caused by human error, operational mistakes made by team members.

Amiya : This again?

Closure : Either way, backup systems are being deployed as quickly as possible.
The framework for independent terminal command system has been upgraded as per Kal'tsit's suggestions. I've named it ZOOT.
Temporary admin permissions have been given to the Doctor, Kal'tsit, and Amiya.
And me, of course. A lot of the ideas I had when I first designed this system feel a bit outdated now.
I really want to scrap it and start over, but Kal'tsit shot down that application!

Doctor : We don't have much time left.
Can we seamlessly switch to the new terminal command system?

Closure : I... I'm still working on that.
We still have no way to replace PRTS's current role in Rhodes Island's daily operations. Much of our medical data and resource allocation calculations still rely on PRTS.
But the biggest issue I'm facing is how to construct a data center and energy hub reliable enough to support the new command system.
Nothing comes close to what PRTS can do here—even while handling the massive, high-precision computations Rhodes Island requires, it still has power to spare.
Unfortunately, I still can't make sense of PRTS's underlying logic... Even ZOOT, which completely mimics its design, keeps throwing errors in weird places you wouldn't think of.

Amiya : What if we used Amnannam?
Closure, I reviewed the comments you added to my report, and the theories you outlined in response.

Closure : According to the Kazdel office's logs and experimental results, there is—at least in theory—a possibility that Amnannam could function as a data center and energy hub.
But...

Doctor : That is also extremely risky. / We still aren't totally familiar with Amnannam.

Closure : But it's not like we haven't learned anything from all this.
At least we verified that there's a possibility of using Amnannam for super-long-range communications and data transfers.

Amiya : Even though she'd been informed in advance, Wiš'adel was still freaked out when your 'greeting' showed up out of nowhere.

Doctor : And the operators who went to assist Kazdel, have they settled in alright?

Amiya : Everyone was surprised when they first got there. They assumed the city would be in... worse shape.
They found their footing quickly, and when the time came for Midnight and me to head back, it was hard to say goodbye to the new friends he'd made.

Closure : Doctor, do we really have to keep sending people out to the various branch offices?
I've never seen the ship as deserted as it is now.

Flat Voice : We've come to a mutual understanding, Closure.
We're sending more personnel to the regional offices partly to reduce the number of people at risk in the event of an accident aboard the ship, and partly to ensure those offices can respond more effectively when needed.

Closure : I know that, of course. I'm just not used to having to say goodbye to friends all of a sudden.
I don't know when it started, but my schedule is packed with farewell dinners now.

[The voice reveals herself to be Kal'tsit. ]

Kal'tsit : Once the risks aboard the ship are cleared, it'll be up to you to decide when the operators return.
If everyone is here, then we'll start the meeting.
Also, don't forget to delete the voice recordings and data logs from today—wipe them from PRTS.
From here on out, every decision we make will shape the future of Rhodes Island.
We've reached a consensus: if we want to guarantee the safety of Rhodes Island's people and assets, there are certain decisions we can't avoid any longer.

Doctor : Simplify the ship's structure.

Kal'tsit : Yes. We need to segregate Rhodes Island's important resources and help the personnel stationed on the ship settle in.
This will help ease the concerns of those stationed on the ship while also improving everyone's response time in the event of an emergency.

Closure : Uh, but I still have some questions, Kal'tsit.
This means we'll have to dismantle the vast majority of the ship's structure.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, did you accelerate Rhodes Island's defense planning only because of PRTS's recent irregularities?

Kal'tsit : The recent irregularities have made one thing clear—
PRTS is slowly spiraling out of control.
And as time goes on, this will only accelerate.

Closure : However, PRTS is only Rhodes Island's terminal control system.
If it's no longer in our control, then who is it taking orders from?

Amiya : You're worried about internal threats?

Kal'tsit : Amiya, that possibility has always existed.

Closure : ......

Amiya : ...I trust you, Dr. Kal'tsit.

Closure : Phew. What a headache. What do you think, Doctor?

Doctor : I trust Kal'tsit's judgment.
She and I have already rehearsed hundreds of contingency plans.

Closure : Okay. Then what can I do, Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : You've already played a big role in the ship's reconstruction.
The mechanical structures connecting the different core areas have been almost completely replaced with cyclic hydrocarbon prefabricated materials over the past five years, which can support a certain degree of modular disassembly.

Doctor : A certain degree?

Kal'tsit : The power systems on the lower deck and the uppermost deck cannot be separated for now.
When Rhodes Island was first excavated, the limitations of available technology and other constraints prevented us from restoring it to its ideal condition.
It wasn't until seven years ago, when Closure and I drafted the blueprints for the restoration, that we discovered it would be very hard to modify Rhodes Island's structure. I'm pleasantly surprised that we've managed to do as much as we did.
The Catastrophe warning system and the medical center are particularly crucial modules. Both involve technologies that are not yet ready to be disclosed and are also the hardest to deploy.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Columbia?

Kal'tsit : We have a close working relationship with Rhine Lab. Appointing them to take care of the warning system and medical center was an obvious choice.
But Mark Max has long maintained a high level of interest in Rhodes Island, and I can't predict how the President of Columbia will view the collaboration between our two companies.
In addition, the situation in Trimounts is still complicated; I am afraid that Rhine Lab might not be able to shield itself from the fallout.
I have an idea...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Ægir?

Kal'tsit : It's risky, but well warranted.
Leveraging Clementia's and Gladiia's private channels, we won't even have to establish contact with the Ægir authorities. I can ensure this matter is handled discreetly and properly.
We might even be able to conduct technology transfers. I reckon that would make Warfarin happy.
That is the path I believe we should take, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Londinium?

Kal'tsit : The Londinium Parliament's reconstruction work these past two years has been difficult, but the results have been surprisingly impressive.
Not only have they cleared most of the Originium crystal clusters from their route, they've also managed to stabilize the city's supply of medicine and other resources.
Londinium can now indeed provide a secure operating environment for the medical center, and we'll also be able to obtain a large amount of firsthand case data.
But this also means we'll be officially cooperating with Parliament again, and the dukes will once more put heavy pressure on Vina.
That's not exactly good news for Londinium, which has only just begun to get back on track.
Doctor, I have another risky idea.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : Ægir. Looking at all of the factors, this is the best choice we can make.
I will personally communicate with the Inquisition and Ægir personnel to ensure the safe arrival of our own personnel and assets.
Most of our patients have now been temporarily placed in treatment facilities in various offices along with reinforcements.
All that is left is for the remaining patients to be transferred to Ægir once the medical center is operational again.

Closure : Leave this matter to me. The support vehicle for long-distance patient transport is already prepped and ready to go.
As for the transfer arrangements for Logistics and Engineering...
I talked it over with my people, and everyone was enthusiastic about temporarily moving to Kazdel.
Many of them are old friends who stuck with us back then, and returning to Kazdel means a lot to them.

Amiya : Yes. I talked to Wiš'adel before leaving Kazdel.
Babel will assign personnel to escort both our people and our key assets throughout the entire journey. We'll be flying the banners of Babel and the Military Commission. The mercenaries won't dare try anything.

Doctor : And then there's our Mining Module. / The militarized mining modules need to be handled with caution.

Kal'tsit : A long time ago, I purchased a semi-decommissioned mining ship from Rim Billiton and registered it under Rhodes Island's name.
The ship's mining module can now be legally transferred to the new mining vessel to continue operations in Rim Billiton.
At the same time, I placed an order on the market to buy the mining module.

Doctor : To hide your tracks?

Closure : Making any major changes, in the short term, is sure to attract attention, especially from our rivals, who will use the opportunity to use them against us.
While calling it a 'refit and upgrade' may be something most factions will accept, anybody with their own plans—the ones watching us more closely—won't be fooled.
We need a few more sophisticated explanations.

Amiya : I stopped in Siracusa to resupply before returning to the ship, where I visited Vigil and Penance in Nuova Volsinii.
They helped me dig into the current state of affairs in Nuova Volsinii.
As long as the famiglie are not publicly pressuring Nuova Volsinii, City Hall will be able to protect us.
I propose inserting a business department into Nuova Volsinii by means of investment. Establishing a cooperative relationship with City Hall will counter both overt and covert maneuvers from competing companies.
Doctor, what do you think?

Doctor : I agree with Amiya. / Perhaps we can establish some backup warehouses or supply stores.

Kal'tsit : We can build a backup warehouse in Nuova Volsinii as well.
The logistics system of Nuova Volsinii has changed a lot in the past year, and the port's cargo throughput is extremely impressive.
With City Hall's cooperation, it will be easier for us to conceal the transportation and storage of important assets.

Closure : Doctor, let me handle coordination for the rest of the support facilities.
There is one last painful task on the list...

「Everyone looks at the blueprints spread out in front of them, as the command center falls silent. 」

Closure : ......

Amiya : ......

Kal'tsit : This is the key to everything we're doing.

「Kal'tsit points to a region in the center of the blueprints. 」

Doctor : ...Abyss...

Kal'tsit : Abyss.

「On the blueprint, a new area has been added to what was once a blank space in the central section of the mid-deck—
Abyss.
Kal'tsit has never told you what this Abyss really means.
But you still have a vague feeling that this area marked on the blueprint, this area that has never been recorded by PRTS—
—Is inextricably linked to you. 」

Kal'tsit : A long time has passed since it was last opened.
Even back then, when I had to get close to that place to bring back someone important, I didn't dare go near the deeper part, the one that's been sealed away all this time.
However, now I'm not even sure what kind of changes have happened in there.
As I just said, if the PRTS abnormalities have a specific cause, then the Abyss must be involved somehow.
How do you think we should deal with this section, Dr. {nickname}?

Doctor : ...... / I haven't the slightest idea.
I need to go there and investigate.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, I can go with—

Kal'tsit : I'll bring the Doctor there myself. Amiya, Closure, I need you two to make sure the surrounding areas are completely cleared out.
Set up the first isolation zone around the Abyss itself, and a second within one kilometer of the ship.
Ascalon and the elite operators will stay aboard on standby. I need all other personnel on board to temporarily leave the ship and prepare for countermeasures.
Amiya, you and Closure must leave temporarily as well. Be prepared to activate our contingency plans at any time to deal with unexpected situations.

Closure : How long do we have? A mass migration like this will be hard to get done in a short period of time.

Kal'tsit : Fifteen days.
During this period, you need to complete a full body data scan and comparative analysis, Dr. {nickname}.

Doctor : ...... / I'll get it done.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, what is actually in the Abyss, anyway?

Kal'tsit : The beginning of everything, and the end of everything.

<Background 2>

Doctor : Kal'tsit, I want to go to the Abyss and see for myself.

Kal'tsit : ......

「Kal'tsit seems to know why you want to do this, and gives a slight nod. 」

Kal'tsit : Alright.
But please keep in mind: until we are fully prepared, we can conduct preliminary explorations on the periphery.

Doctor : I'll be careful.

<Background 3>

[Footsteps ]

Kal'tsit : We can't go any deeper. I can't tell if getting closer to the core area of the Abyss will cause some unexpected changes.
We are still some distance from the actual Abyss. I also don't have permission to open the way to the Abyss.
I'm still trying, but to this point, I've made very little progress.

Doctor : So you're saying this is where I first woke up on Terra?

Kal'tsit : Physically...? Yes, but your situation is a bit more... complicated than that.
Does coming here bring back any specific memories?

Doctor : Is this some sort of test? / Is this some sort of joke?

「Kal'tsit shakes her head. 」

Kal'tsit : I just want to confirm that you are in good health.
After withdrawing from Londinium, our operations in Trimounts and Milliarium inevitably forced us to confront the history of this land... and your history.

Doctor : In the Originium Assimilated Universe, I caught a glimpse of my mission.

「—The savior of this land.
—The destroyer of this land. 」

Doctor : Kal'tsit, I cannot avoid it, nor do I have any reason to.

<Background 3>

Kal'tsit : Doctor, I stopped questioning your resolve long ago—which is the only reason we're here now.

Doctor : Kal'tsit, I have a theory about the true nature of the Abyss.
She is here. / Is Priestess here?

Kal'tsit : ......
This is why you chose to leave Amiya and Closure out of this conversation.

Doctor : I still haven't figured out how to tell them. / After all, I don't fully understand it yet, either.

Kal'tsit : Yes, but we would have had to prepare for it anyway, sooner or later.
Amiya is still young, but every new trial we face helps her mature a little bit as a leader.
You can always rely on Closure's knowledge and skill, and she's taking more responsibility over Rhodes Island as well.
They are all worthy of your trust and reliance. They will stand by your side for a long time to come.

Doctor : Of course. / And so will you.
But right now, we need to figure out—
—What exactly is happening to PRTS.

Kal'tsit : Our experience in the Assimilated Universe left us with a many unanswered questions—and ever since Theresa and Theresis joined forces to seize the first Originium...
I've felt uneasy about what's to come.
Perhaps she had already awakened when Amnannam arrived.

Doctor : ...?!
But that was three years ago.

Kal'tsit : I cannot be completely certain.
It is very likely that Theresis used some method I cannot trace to cut off the controller from the Originium.

Doctor : They delayed her arrival?

Kal'tsit : I'm afraid 'delayed' is not the most apt description for it.
Nonetheless, I must admit that they did something I never imagined they'd do, and, objectively speaking, they bought us more time.
However, we will eventually awaken from our beautiful dream.

Doctor : It sounds like we have to open the Abyss.

Kal'tsit : Indeed. After all, PRTS is still operational to this day. Its core server and power sources are buried within the depths of the Abyss. We can't touch them or analyze them.
We can never be too cautious when dealing with such an unknown space.
I'll share everything I currently know about it with everyone involved in the operation.

Doctor : Can I help you with anything?

Kal'tsit : No... For the version of you that exists now, even approaching these hazy fragments of the past takes a heavy toll, and right now, I have no way to help you shoulder that burden.
Go help Amiya and the others—leave the Abyss to me.
If you choose to trust me, that is.

Doctor : Of course.
I just want you to know...
You're not alone here, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Thank you for your concern, {nickname}.
...I understand.

<Background Black>

<Background glitches>

Visitor: Kal'tsit
Hello, Kal'tsit, we meet again.

Kal'tsit : ......

You look like you need my help.

Kal'tsit : I do.
Please search for a technical document, keyword 'Slumber Bridge'.

......

Kal'tsit : ......
Are you still there?

I'm here.
Sorry, Kal'tsit, I still can't output the answer you're looking for.
You have crossed the line.

Kal'tsit : I know.
But we need it, 'Theresa'...
The evolution rate of Oripathy is accelerating, and the threat from Originium is increasing. Rhodes Island must find a more effective method to respond to it.

......
I get what you're saying, but I cannot provide what you're asking for, as your request violates the underlying logic of DWDB-221E.

Kal'tsit : ......

......
But I do have a way to circumvent its limits, Kal'tsit.
'Deep Dive'.

Kal'tsit : ......

<Background 4>

Hierda : 'Universe'? 'Deep Dive'?
What you're saying and what I've seen.... it's all beyond my imagination.
I have just far too many questions and opinions about this Kingdom, but...

Raydistorter : Language. Yours. Cannot describe. Mine. Cannot explain.
Commonality. Thought. Existence.
Hack your thought. Hack your language.
Thought. Is. Language.
Follow me.

<Background 5>

「The massive instrument instantly catches the Cautus's attention.
Her vision swims; the instrument distorts the light, and her consciousness.
To the Cautus, it sometimes appears to spin faster than her eye can follow—other times, it appears completely still. 」

Hierda : No, it, it still appears to be moving, very slowly... very slowly.

「She stops looking directly at the device that seems capable of devouring her consciousness, yet she still can't stop herself from falling over. 」

<Background fades out>

「The ice-cold co-traveler catches her. 」

Raydistorter : Thought. Resonance.
Accept. It. Forsake. Resistance.
Hear. Yourself.

<Background fades in>

Hierda : ......

'Death'.

「The Cautus instantly hears several different tones at once.
She hears several foreign languages she can identify: Rim Billitonian, Ursine, Standard Victorian—and Gaulish, which she's only ever heard spoken by the clergy. But what she hears above all else is a strange language she's never heard before, a language made up of tones.
Yet somehow, she understands what the strange tones mean. 」

Hierda : (Strange tone) 'Death'.

Raydistorter : (Strange tone) ♫

Hierda : I, I can understand you... how—

Raydistorter : Thoughts can be anchored, and words can be deciphered.
Language is a tool, a right, and one of the key elements that helps shape our existence.
Anseta is one of the greatest inventions of our time. We've erased the barriers of language—we've bridged the gaps between civilizations.

Hierda : That symbol...

Raydistorter : An anchor for thought, the meta-script that deciphers all known languages, and a tool for interpreting unknown languages.
'Death'.
That is the language that, up until now, you have thought the most about, Hierda.

Hierda : 'Reincarnation'.
That is how you all communicate...?

Raydistorter : Communicating via voice is inefficient. However, it is very intriguing and a good way to express emotion.
Many still stubbornly hold on to this tradition, deepening their emotional bonds with one another.

Hierda : ...I don't fully understand you.
Can you tell me where we are right now?

Raydistorter : A ship that salvages death from the grave.
We seek answers to the ultimate questions among the ruins illuminated by light... before the same destruction befalls us.
Before 'death' befalls us.

Hierda : —?!

Raydistorter : The place you have visited, its master calls it...
Rhodes Island.

<Background fades out>

「The Cautus is confused.
She's no longer confused by the strangeness of her surroundings. She's perplexed by a different question:
How can a god die? 」

Operation story: 15-5

Before operation

Summary

While secretly transporting key modules from the ship, Rhodes Island comes under a premeditated attack—but thanks to the Doctor and elite operators, the threat is successfully neutralized.

<Background 1>

'Time'.

Hierda : You asked me why the first 'language' I shared with you after our thoughts resonated was 'death'...
I really don't know either.

「Aboard this strange, colossal vessel called 'Rhodes Island,' the Cautus can barely feel the passage of time.
It makes her uneasy. Ever since the day she became Infected, time has meant everything to her.
Time will bring her death—and perhaps, liberation.
However, the beings who dwell in this strange place—yet deny they are gods—seem utterly indifferent to it. 」

Hierda : Maybe it's because I've never been afraid of dying. Death is nothing more than a passage to a new environment.

Raydistorter : (Rim Billitonian) Pessimist.
That's how they would describe you in your own language, yes?

Hierda : A pessimist? I don't think so.

「The Cautus blurts it out, and regrets it—just a little. She had agreed with many of the clergy's arguments back during those debates... but now that she's here, does she still need to think in those terms?
Does she really care about everything she experienced before the collapse?
After all, even time has forsaken her now. 」

Hierda : I once worked in a mine that seemed to be endless. To maintain efficiency, the overseer would kill or drive off any bothersome Originium slugs.

Raydistorter : Originium slugs? A mine?

Hierda : Yes. Those Originium slugs are even weaker than me, and the mines... the mines were once my home.
But the overseer didn't expect that the kindest worker in the mine was secretly feeding and caring for the Originium slugs they were trying to drive away—which only drew more of them into the mine.
Eventually, the slugs disrupted the mine's foundation, leading to a collapse.

Raydistorter : But you survived?

Hierda : The slugs' secretions fed me.
In such a harsh environment, many of them lived short lives, yet new ones kept being born. They gave me strength—

Raydistorter : Miners, Originium slugs, and yourself—but your story ignores the 'death of Terra,' Hierda.
You do not treasure your 'Terra'.

Hierda : That's not true at all! In our language, "Terra Bless Us" is a phrase that invokes something almost divine—

Raydistorter : Hmm... you still have a very limited definition of 'life'.

Hierda : I don't understand. You've shown me so many individuals, each starkly distinct from the next... You all feel love and hate just as we do—and yet, are still vastly different from each other.
"Salvaging death from the grave"—you all live united by a purpose that I can't understand.

「But why have I come here?
The Cautus ponders this question, but her intuition tells her the answer lies with the person who just extended a hand to her.
She looks out the porthole at the top of the cabin into the cold, silent, endless expanse of space. The light from the distant, giant sphere once again passes over the dead planet, piercing the Cautus's eyes.
However, despite her blurry vision, she spots a small silhouette within the light. 」

Hierda : There is... someone out there, in deep space?
Is that the one I'm looking for?

「Someone out in the depths of space seems to hear the Cautus's voice—a shadow within the light stirs ever so slightly. 」

Voice From Within : (Unknown language) You're looking for me?

<Background Black>

「One circle, two circles, the little dots are spinning in the darkness.
They're accelerating, coming closer and closer.
They rip a hole in the darkness, and a bright, blazing beam of light shines through.
I extend my arms and embrace them. 」

[Rapid beeping ]

Warfarin : Core body temperature is elevated; nerve blocker has already been administered.
Body temperature rising rapidly. Prepare to administer muscle relaxant and replenish blood volume.
Repeat the medication again, and let's start the operation—

<Background 2>

Chloe : Dr. Warfarin?
Did I doze off again? Maybe I'm just really exhausted.

Warfarin : Don't try and speak now. Your throat is badly injured.
You feel like you went to sleep?

Chloe : Yes, and I had a long dream.

Warfarin : You didn't feel any other discomfort?

Chloe : Erm... no. Did something happen just now, Dr. Warfarin?

Warfarin : Nothing major. Did you dream about anything... special?

Chloe : Anything special? That's hard to say.
In my dreams there were balls of mud spinning around each other on black velvet...
They are now big, now small. One moment they were smaller than children's marbles, the next larger than the whole of Victoria.
Someone picked them up and flung them back out. They started smashing into each other and bursting like fireworks, but the whole time, I didn't hear a sound.

Warfarin : Anything else...?

Chloe : I also saw threads—stretching from one ball of mud to another, each one made of light. And on every thread, there were people—running outward, racing along the light.
I followed them. I ran to a white patch of earth. It was completely empty...
Save for a single stone tablet standing there.

Warfarin : Stone tablet? What was written on it?

Chloe : Nothing, Dr. Warfarin, and that's when I woke up.

Warfarin : What a strange dream, but then again, you remember it quite clearly, which means your brain's memory module is still functioning properly.
The more clearly you remember your dream, the closer you were to waking up when you dreamed it. As I see it, the fact that you were able to remember your dream is a very good thing.

Chloe : Say, I haven't seen Dr. Touch today...

Warfarin : She has other matters to attend to. She told me to give this to you. Look.

Chloe : Huh? The spring, the gears... the hands... all the parts that make up a clock!

Warfarin : She said it would help relieve your stress.

Chloe : Dr. Warfarin, is Rhodes Island in some kind of trouble again?

<Background 3>

??? : Little one, you've come to the wrong place.

[Mechanical whirring ]

'Beepy' : (Unsurprisingly, Beepy got lost.)
(Hiding in fear)

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : It seems like Closure failed to examine your program modules.
Little one, this item here should definitely not be on your maintenance list.

「The Goliath lifts it gently and examines it curiously in his hands. 」

'Beepy' : (Angrily spins treads)

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : What a huge change. It was empty when Her Highness left.
Now, there are so many interesting people and things here, right?
Ascalon.
Tell them not to worry. I'll take care of the mobility layer.

Ascalon : Okay.

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Ascalon, you seem in poorer spirits than you were when you returned from Victoria.

Ascalon : ......

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : What about all the people working under you?

Ascalon : They have been dispatched to create the Isolation Zone outside the ship. I'm remaining on this ship, and that's sufficient.

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Rhodes Island does indeed need a blade that moves through the darkness, but that doesn't mean that you need to consciously remain silent.
Come chat with me when you have time. I have liquor here.
Besides, I want you to tell me about Theresis.
I witnessed the beginning of that heroic epic, and you witnessed its end. What we saw was very different.

Ascalon : Okay.
I will convey your thoughts to the Doctor and Amiya when they have time.

[Ascalon leaves. ]

「The Goliath places 'Beepy' in front of the exit passage. 」

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Stop wandering around—the mobility layer is dangerous. Don't underestimate what high-concentrations of Originium can do to someone like you.
I'll keep my eye on the work here, and that'll be enough.

'Beepy' : (Runs away in a panic)

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Dame Kal'tsit, what could've gotten you this tense?

<Background 4>

[Wind blowing ]

「PRTS Operation Record: [Confidential] Escort Catastrophe warning system and medical center core components
Executor: [Confidential] Mechanist, Logos, Raidian
Contact: (Records erased) 」

[Drones buzzing ]

Mechanist : Situation abnormal. Enemy weapons technology exceeds mission parameters. Risk of exposure present.
Possible enemy signal detection capability. Shutting down drone transmission temporarily.
Logos, I'm counting on you for the drone's live feed.

Logos : I'm ready.
'Circuits.' Etched into Originium through spoken words—drawn by hand to reveal what the swarm perceives.

「Logos's bone pen hovers in the air, automatically transcribing the images recorded by the drone. 」

Mechanist : Twelve flexible vehicles buried in the sand. Thirty-one armed militants.
The five sniper's nests have already been marked. There seems to be a signal isolation device in the tent, which the scanner cannot penetrate.
All are carrying unidentified weapons. Threat level unknown. Further on-site confirmation required—
Raidian, you're up next. I'm starting the drone recall procedure.

[Communicator buzzes ]

Communicator : In position!
Wait a second. Can you see me?

「The bone pen taps lightly—its strokes weaving together the rough outline of a human form.
Raidian gives a tentative wave to the two people watching the feed, and even in floating text, her smile comes through clearly. 」

Mechanist : We are standing by, ready to assist you.

Communicator : It's no problem. In ninety seconds, your drone and I will leave together.

「On screen, Raidian walks into the signal-blocking tent as if no one else is there—and the transmission cuts out. 」

Communicator : Bzzzz—

Mechanist : Logos?

Logos : We're ready to launch a full assault at any time—the incantations have already drifted on the wind to the edge of their camp.

「Ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
Thirty seconds... 」

[Communicator buzzes ]

Communicator : Bzzzt—Done! All intel's been transcribed. I'll be back in a sec!
It didn't create even a single stir—I overwrote the visual signals received by each target's brain.
Chances are, all they saw was a mischievous little sandbeast slipping into the tent to escape the wind and sand.

<Background fades out and in>

Raidian : Mechanist, how goes it? Did you discover anything while parsing the intel reports?

Mechanist : All weapons have had their origins erased and have been modified to suit their operators.
But I'm familiar with how to operate it. Doctor discussed its rather rare design with me just recently.
They are from Ægir.

Raidian : Ægir? But the people who are going to interface with us, aren't they also...?

Logos : Regardless, the threat has been cleared.
We must not yield to such a threat and allow it to interfere with our equipment transfer—nor can we create any disruption that could alert the personnel involved.
The matter is of great importance and needs to be resolved quietly.

<Background 3>

「PRTS Operation Record: [Confidential] Ensure the transfer and installation of mining modules
Executor: [Confidential] Misery, Stormeye, Sharp
Contact: (Records erased) 」

Rhodes Island Guard : There is no way. They're wearing special protective equipment to ward off our physical attacks.

Rhodes Island Sniper : This was arranged in advance—they even knew our personnel layout.

Rhodes Island Guard : Orchid, stay back, they're clearly after our mining module.

Orchid : Figures. I knew I'd end up working overtime again.
Spot, support Midnight and Catapult.
Popukar, have you called for reinforcements?

Popukar : Yeah... I called already.
Orchid, be careful!

[A crossbow bolt flies past. ]

Attacker : Hmm... futile. As for the others...

"There is no one else."

Attacker : Where is that sound coming from?!

[A blast of Arts comes from behind the attacker as Pith approaches. ]

Pith : You really have prepared well. Unfortunately, you're not quite strong enough to handle Arts.

[Footsteps approach ]

Mantra : ......

Attacker : No, that's not right. It shouldn't be you.

"Shh. Even your heart has gone silent."

[The attacker faints. ]

Touch : I'll deal with the injured. That said, Midnight is getting too worked up again.
Orchid, I'll have to trouble you to deal with him.

Orchid : Leave him to me.

Pith : The Doctor guessed correctly. Someone leaked the details of our operations.

Mantra : Wrap this up quickly. Tow the backup mining ship to the nearest nomadic city and get the energy bay patched up.
Then return to the ship at once to avoid any mishaps.

Popukar : P-Pith, why are you our backup?
PRTS told me it would be Misery...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 5>

Pith : You followed a hunch?
A last-minute change in plans right before departure; I'm just worried that...

Doctor : I believe in you.
Misery, Stormeye, Sharp and such have other plans.

Pith : Do we need to inform the rest of our colleagues via PRTS?

Doctor : No. That's not necessary.
If everything goes well, I was worrying over nothing. / If anything goes wrong, resolve the issue as quickly as possible and then return to defend the ship.

<Background fades out and in>

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 6>

「PRTS Operation Record: [Confidential] Escort Logistics and Engineering Department members to Kazdel
Executor: [Confidential] Touch, Pith, Mantra
Contact: Hoederer, Ines 」

Sharp : How many waves of mercenaries have attacked us already today?

Stormeye : This is the seventh wave now.
They may not be too threatening, but it's really strange how many of them have been attacking us every day this past week.
We've only just crossed Kazdel's border.

Sharp : These guys do not fear death. They remind me of the mercenaries we met in Sargon.
Faithless.
Misery, what's taking you so long? We planned for you to be back by now.

[Footsteps approach ]

Misery : You should know that this place is still quite some distance from the Scar Market.
Even if I knew every shortcut around here, it would still take me some time.

Stormeye : What has the investigation revealed so far?

Misery : For the past two weeks, someone's been routing the majority of Scar Market's orders here, through a network of outsourcers.
There's no way to trace the client—they've covered their tracks well.

Sharp : In other words, it was just 'bad luck' that we ran into these mercs?
They're not actively coming to attack us?

Stormeye : I'm afraid so.
It seems that not all of the worries Doctor had before we departed were unfounded.

Fang : Everyone, there's news from the sentries.
Another group of mercenaries is shifting toward our position. There's a high chance we'll be engaging them again soon.

Misery : (Sighs)

Fang : Misery, something's not right here.
These unending waves of mercenaries don't seem to be trying to harm us. Instead... it's like they're...

Sharp : Trying to delay us.

Fang : We can stay here and continue escorting the team. You all can return to the ship now.

Misery : Don't worry, Fang.
Some folks are going to find it harder than they thought to put their schemes into motion.

「The air is fluctuating. 」

Fang : Is that wind?
No, is that... the Lifebone?!

<Background shakes>

「High above the sky, a massive skeleton has emerged, stirring the dust of history and casting a vast shadow below.
For many at Rhodes Island, it is their first time seeing the massive skeleton that once appeared during the chaos in Victoria. 」

Rhodes Island Engineering Operator : What a sight...

Misery : While investigating the Scar Market, I took a trip to Kazdel to meet a few old friends.
Let's leave the rest to them.
We should go home.

<Background 4>

[Wind howling ]

Raidian : I've already silenced all communications in visible range. Engaging now.

Logos : (Blows bone whistle)

Mechanist : Hmph. Their weapons counter my gear, but they offer little resistance against your bone whistle and incantations.

Logos : Far from it. They just don't quite understand the rules of my speech yet.
I'm curious about the thought process the Ægirs followed in developing such precise weaponry.

Mechanist : Then I'll grab a few pieces to take back and dismantle—I'll help you study them.

Raidian : Come on you two! We are carrying out a mission here!
There are at least three squads waiting in ambush up ahead. We can't take them all on.
I'm afraid we can't handle this cleanly and quietly anymore—we'll need to tell our people to brace for the assault.

[Communicator buzzes ]

Blaze : Hey! Hey! Hey! The reinforcements the Doctor called for are here!
Raidian, Mechanist, mark the location for us. The Bad Guy will be there soon!

Mechanist : Blaze?!
Check your communication devices. I synchronized our location with you.

Blaze : Acknowledged.
Wait a moment, Rosmontis, didn't we agree I'd rush in first and draw their fire away from you?

Rosmontis : I'll control the Arts.

[Loud blasting ]

<Background fades out and in>

Rosmontis : Finished?

Raidian : I checked the signals in the surrounding area. They've all been cleared out.

Blaze : Uhh... who can tell me what this thing really is?

Broken Little Handy : ......

Blaze : When it tried to self-destruct, I had to use all of my strength just to stop it.

Rosmontis : The people interfacing with us are also Ægirs. Why are they attacking our people and equipment?

Mechanist : Let Dr. Kal'tsit and the Doctor determine that.
Ensure that we return to the ship as soon as our personnel and equipment are safely transferred to Clementia.
We need to deal with these issues as soon as possible.

Logos : There are still other unknown leakers out there. This is just the beginning, I'm afraid.

<Background 7>

Closure : That's strange, why is PRTS responding even slower now? Or is it just my imagination?
This isn't right, no. Let me check it again.
PRTS, output all back-end logs from the past two weeks.
Uhuh. No problems here....and no problems here either...
No problems anywhere?
......

Operation story: 15-6

After operation

Summary

Though Kal'tsit strongly disagreed with the approach, she was—as always—willing to honor the plan Amiya and the Doctor put forth, and to offer her protection.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Doctor, Mantra and the others have already returned to the ship.
Your guess was correct. Someone is targeting our mission.
This instrument is from Ægir?

Broken Little Handy : ......

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, can we discover anything from its remaining parts?

Kal'tsit : No. The Ægir Academy of Technology put a great deal of care into this delicate piece of equipment—Given their pride, I'll bet they made sure no one could ever crack their Little Handy.
But the appearance of the Little Handy itself is enough to explain many problems.
Doctor, do you remember the Joint Marine Corps?

Doctor : Of course. / The reason you met with the Ægir consul was to facilitate cooperation.

Kal'tsit : Both the Iberian and Rim Billitonian authorities have responded to our call. The problem is that once cooperation begins, subsequent developments could spiral beyond what we've anticipated.
In recent weeks, the Ægir fleet has not only constructed ports in Iberia, but also established landing sites along the southern coast of Rim Billiton.
The Ægirs from the deep sea made no immediate move to land. Instead, they quickly carried out a number of operations, including hydrographic surveying, under the banner of 'technical cooperation'.
They also quickly assembled a 'Land Patrol' through a mix of hired personnel and official partnerships, relying on more neutral intermediaries to facilitate cooperation with land-based forces.

Doctor : So you're saying the attackers are the 'Land Patrol.'

Kal'tsit : We're still only speculating—but right now, the Land Patrol is the only one that fits all the evidence we've collected.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, some consuls don't back Clementia, yes, but that doesn't prove that Ægir is behind all of this.

Kal'tsit : No, I am more inclined to believe that someone took advantage of the internal conflicts within Ægir.
The Land Patrol near the Iberian border, the mining ship being handed off in Rim Billiton, the mercenaries on the Kazdelian frontier...
The breadth of their deployments and the depth of their knowledge about Rhodes Island's classified missions—that's more than enough to prove that Ægir isn't behind this.

Amiya : However, there is no possibility of a rebellion within Rhodes Island.

Doctor : I don't believe that will happen either.

Kal'tsit : Doctor, do you think there's anyone else in Rhodes Island who could do that, besides us?

Doctor : ...... / No.

Kal'tsit : That's right. No one else could do that.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit, the threats that Rhodes Island faces now are unpredictable.
Dr. Warfarin also warned us several times—the special patients she is caring for—their conditions are deteriorating faster than she can control.
Whether to save our patients or to respond to potential crises, we need more aggressive responses.
I've reviewed the records Theresa left in the Black Crown—she also made major breakthroughs through her work on Civilight Eterna.
I can visit Civilight Eterna to look for potential help, just like Theresa did.

Kal'tsit : We must carefully assess the risks involved, Amiya.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Amiya, are you sure you're ready?

Amiya : I cannot give you a definitive answer, Doctor.
But I will never stop trying. Any advantage I can gain may help Rhodes Island progress further.
I want to try.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Are there any other more effective means at the moment, Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : At this moment when the situation is still unclear, I cannot come up with any more effective measures.
But diving recklessly into Civilight Eterna may not lead to the outcome we hope for, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : I'll go with Amiya.

Amiya : —?!

Kal'tsit : Doctor, I cannot agree to such a risky plan.

Doctor : Can Civilight Eterna link to my thoughts?

Amiya : Doctor, that's too dangerous. No one has ever done something like this before! I agree with Dr. Kal'tsit that you shouldn't take the risk.

「Kal'tsit recalls the experience of her dear friend, which is not something she is happy to recall. 」

Kal'tsit : Yes, Civilight Eterna can do that.
She did it before.

Amiya : ...?!

Doctor : ...... / Theresa.

Kal'tsit : Doctor, your mind is incredibly complex, but you're not the only one at risk here—Amiya could be exposed to completely unforeseen shocks as well.
I will not agree to this preposterous proposal.

[Kal'tsit leaves. ]

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit...

Kal'tsit : Amiya, this is my opinion. I cannot interfere with yours and the Doctor's final decision on this matter, but I hope you understand my stance.

Doctor : Amiya, I can open my mind to you completely. / We don't have to force it in one. We can give it a few tries.

Amiya : But, Dr. Kal'tsit...

Doctor : When it's all over, we'll go apologize to her together. / It's not this plan she's opposed to, per se.

Amiya : I trust you, Doctor.

Doctor : I'll leave the decision of when to stop entirely up to you.

Doctor : Let's start after I finish arranging the defenses.

<Background 2>

Mon3tr : (Muffled roar)

Kal'tsit : Are you worried about me? I'm not mad at all.
Once again, we've arrived at a critical turning point. And last time... Babel met the fate I dreaded most.
It turns out that I can't make sure everything is running on its ideal track, Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : (Raises claw)
(Rubs gently)

Kal'tsit : Our own limitations have begun to affect our usefulness in more important endeavors.
We may be able to witness the changes of the stars and the untamed cosmos, but when faced with a real crisis, we're no different from any other creatures on this great land.

Mon3tr : (Dissatisifed growl)

Kal'tsit : Thank you for comforting me. I can sense your good intentions.

Mon3tr : (Anxious growl)

Kal'tsit : Yes, I suppose Amiya and the Doctor have already begun preparing to delve deeper into Civilight Eterna.
I will not interfere with Amiya's decision. She is mature enough to make the most correct judgment.
And the Doctor... the Doctor isn't quite the same anymore either.
Maybe I still have a glimmer of hope in my heart. Maybe, this time the outcome will be different.

Mon3tr : (Subdued bow)

Kal'tsit : It is true that my own sanity is constantly warning me.
Touching the Doctor's mind again with the help of Civilight Eterna is not a sound decision, but Amiya is right, we don't have much choice.

Mon3tr : (Passionate cry)

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, I will protect the Doctor and Amiya.

「At this moment, Mon3tr can sense even Kal'tsit's slightest emotions.
Ever since Kal'tsit's latest awakening, Mon3tr has been at her side.
Mon3tr is her companion, the symbiote she personally guides... and more importantly, herself. 」

Mon3tr : (Affectionate murmur)

Kal'tsit : You're wrong. I do not feel hopeless, Mon3tr.
I am delighted that the Ancients overthrew the rule of the Elders, and I am also pleased that Lugalszargus set the starting point for a new civilization.
I have made mistakes out of arrogance, but I have also regained my confidence by making dear friends.
Maybe yours and my basic structures will always be alien to this land, but that doesn't mean we will always walk alone.
I've found my home, in Rhodes Island, on this great land.
I've fulfilled her expectations, Mon3tr. I've learned to love. I've found myself.

Mon3tr : (Moves confusedly)
(Wraps tail around Kal'tsit)

Kal'tsit : I must protect Amiya and the Doctor.
I must protect the true variable here... the future I cannot even glimpse.
I've communicated with Civilight Eterna before, yet I haven't been able to break through my own limitations.
But Amiya can. Of that, Theresa and I are certain.
I'm sure she can pluck significance from the massive trove of data. With Theresa's blessing... she can do it.
She is still Amiya, after all. I have seen her grow into a leader with my own eyes.
Following in footsteps, she might find some words that one left behind.
In the past, when Originium had not yet taken shape, there was an era when luminaries competed to argue with the epoch itself. Their wonderful ideas, born of a desire to celebrate and save lives, still persist.
All is not yet lost, Mon3tr. Terra has a chance, no matter how faint, to keep that hope alive.

Mon3tr : (Excited howl)

Kal'tsit : Me? No, Mon3tr, I'm better at memories... remembering the history I witnessed, and have seen erased by time.
I am not special at all.

「Kal'tsit calmly inscribes the important info into Mon3tr's spine. 」

Kal'tsit : If the outcome I fear most does come to pass, if the one I least want to see stands in front of us once more—
Protect the Doctor. Protect Amiya.
I will engrave this directive into your basic behavioral strategy matrix.

Mon3tr : (Agitated howling)

Kal'tsit : Come, Mon3tr. We still have work to do.
If the threat does come, I must ensure that Rhodes Island is Terra's first outpost against the crisis.
...I will be your final safeguard.

Operation story: 15-7

Before operation

Summary

The Doctor and Amiya complete their neural link, and with the help of the Black Crown, they prepare to cross over the boundary of Civilight Eterna. Amiya sees for herself the tale the Doctor once told her. The Cautus Infected spots a mysterious elf out in deep space.

<Background 1>

Amiya : I've never tried to use the Black Crown to access your thoughts before, Doctor—

Doctor : Don't worry, Amiya. / I've opened up my heart and mind for you.

Amiya : ...Thank you.

「She looks to her side, at the beam of bright, warm light gently tugging at her hand.
She shuts her eyes, and slowly lets out a sigh of relief. 」

"We're in this together, Amiya."

Amiya : I don't know where this journey of ours will lead us, Doctor, but I'll protect you.

"I'll protect you too, Amiya."

「Under the watchful eye of Civilight Eterna, she gives your brow a light touch— 」

Amiya : Your memories and emotions flow towards me.
...It's strange.
They billow so gently as they flow, and the memories' edge is close at hand...
What did Theresa see back then—

「Amiya sees you, and Kal'tsit, and herself, and the many people aboard Rhodes Island.
As she walks deeper, the boundary of that one memory comes within reach. Curiosity and concern nearly cause her to forget her mission. She wants to reach out to touch it...
Touch upon the start of your memories. Chernobog, the Sarcophagus, and you, weakly stretching out your hand— 」

"Doctor... Take my hand!!"

Amiya : ......
It looks like there's other memories too? Why are they so blurred?

<Background glitches>

Amiya : —?!
Who was—

"Amiya!"

<Background 1>

「You grab ahold of Amiya. 」

Doctor : ...Were you lost?

Amiya : I-I don't know. This is the first time I've ever dived so deep into someone else's mind. It's a very... odd feeling.

Doctor : Good thing you pulled it off.

Amiya : Thankfully, yes. Now, I can sense even the faintest of your thoughts.

Doctor : I can sense yours too.

Amiya : Aha, you sure are relaxed right now!

Doctor : I've got nothing to worry about with you around.
So, what should we do next?

Amiya : Hold my hand tight, Doctor.
I'll protect you on the road ahead. Theresa taught me everything about the role of King that day.
'She' awaits us, at the start of that path.

<Background Black>

......

「I get what you're saying, but I cannot provide what you're asking for, as your request violates the underlying logic of DWDB-221E.
But I do have a way to circumvent its limits, Kal'tsit—
'Deep Dive'.
Unfortunately, not even Theresa was able to penetrate this deeply. The risk was far beyond what she could bear—
You're not here for answers? Then why are you so insistent I access this data that is useless to you? 」

<Background glitches>

Civilight Eterna : "I have no way of knowing if there will come a day that Amiya asks you the same question. But I hope that, in the darkness, she will find the way I lit for her."
That was Kal'tsit's answer to me, Amiya.

Amiya : ...Could I ask you to look through all of Dr. Kal'tsit's access records for us?

Civilight Eterna : I would be happy to.
Her every doubt, her every insistence, each and every time she left in disappointment. I will show it all to you, unreserved.
You have dove into the Civilight Eterna before, Amiya, but this time, what you seek lies far beyond your limits.
It is a place where life on Terra cannot tread, for the time being, but perhaps you will find the chance to touch upon this knowledge that is not yours.
Because you have someone who walks alongside you. Dr. {nickname}.

Doctor : Of me?

Civilight Eterna : You will quickly understand what I mean, Dr. {nickname}.
Follow me, Amiya. Follow me to—

「'Civilization's Singularity'.
A great hallway of pure white circles around a central point that defies comprehension. The Singularity.
An unending stream of complex information flows from it, but the strands you manage to snatch hold of are still within your understanding.
Amiya cannot see the way you entered, but after an interminably long time walking down the corridor, she finds herself back where she started. 」

<Background 2>

Civilight Eterna : You noticed, Amiya.
The stagnation of civilization does not mean it stands still. It continues onwards on time's linear flow, unable to turn back.
But all that life discovers and creates is doomed to fall into an inextricable cycle.
Mathematics, physics, philosophy, theology... These theories and practicalities, among others, cannot inspire hope as they once did.
The ascending spiral has failed. Life squanders its future as it stumbles blindly in the dark.

Amiya : So... this is as far as we can go?

Civilight Eterna : Only as defined by Terra's current knowledge. It serves as a limit, yes, but it is also a safeguard.

Amiya : A safeguard?

Doctor : Some kind of cognitive barrier...

Amiya : Cognitive?

Doctor : Like how we can't make sandbeasts calculate wave dynamics.
Even if we gave them all the data and formulae...
All forcing it will do is hurt their brains.

Civilight Eterna : As keen an intuition as ever, Doctor, but not entirely correct.
DWDB-221E enlightens life at a steady pace to bring it forward. It does not simply reveal fragments of the future to the seeker to create evolutionary leaps that violate the laws of nature and ethics.
Knowledge cannot be unlearned, Amiya. The dreamers who glimpsed the true sky are no longer happy to slumber in ignorance on the ground.
Information beyond civilization's cognitive limits will simply blind them to reality, a deadly poison luring them into annihilation's embrace, throwing their civilization into the abyss.
And so, this boundary was born.

Amiya : But why does it... look so much like a prison made from some giant data server?

Civilight Eterna : It appears in a form your mind can comprehend, like how DWDB-221E appears as a black crown in the material world when accompanying you.
To a minuscule ant, it is an ouroboric river, forever unable to flow to the sea.
But to a celestial body whose lifespan stretch to the trillions, it is a gravitational field that will stay with them their entire life, unfathomable, inescapable.

[Footsteps ]

「You walk towards a section but one step away from the void. The distant singularity at the core calls to you.
Information washes past you like gentle waves, showing you glimpses of many fascinating sights.
They are fleeting shadows of your past, a life you have lost and forgotten.
Stray visions of an 'unfamiliar' era. 」

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Be careful, Doctor!

「Amiya tugs on your hand. 」

Amiya : We don't know what will happen if you fall off this boundary—
Are these... what you saw...?

Doctor : ...Our minds are as one... / ...What I see, you see...

Amiya : —"The Originium slug egg" "went through the bridge between stars"—
...So all those stories really did happen.

Doctor : "The Originium slug egg"? / 'Went through the bridge between stars"?

Amiya : ......
When I was really, really young, I met someone who was incredibly caring.
That care was matched with a great weakness, but also a stubborn insistence in carrying me across a road laden with Originium shards.
When I was dizzy with fever, yet too scared of nightmares to sleep, a patient voice regaled me with stories I had never heard before.
In a dark and cramped cave, difficult-to-find ore samples were smashed without the slightest hesitation—
And the shining stones were scattered across the walls, and used to tell me tales of the stars, and the heavenly paradise above the clouds.

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Would you like to hear one of those stories, Doctor?

Doctor : ...... / I would be happy to.

Amiya : There was once someone who drove a mysterious vehicle shaped like an Originium slug egg on their lonesome, who went through the bridge between stars.
On the most quiet of nights, guides would borrow glowing clouds from old stars and make round mirrors out of them to light the way.
On the other side of the bridge, spires faded in and out of the clouds, and the stars wore crowns of flowers.
When descending on that crown, you'll see that it's a really, really big playground, one where lovely little children gather to play.
But it was hard for the vehicle's driver to stop...
The driver changed over to the most miraculous vehicle on hand, and drove it for many, many years...
But the years came to an end, and nobody was left.
Nobody but the driver.

Doctor : Do you mean... me? / Is the person in your story... me?

「Amiya grips your hand tightly. 」

Amiya : Yes.
Thanks to my infection, it's hard for me to remember much from that time, and there's a lot from those stories I don't understand.
But I will do everything I can to remember every single one of your stories.
Because they are my stories. Tales you told to me.
I don't want to forget them.
I never thought today would be the day I finally get to share your gift to me with you, Doctor.
This time, we witnessed it together, you and I. We got to know this past life of yours once more.

Doctor : Thank you, Amiya...

Amiya : Do you long for this kind of life, Doctor?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I do.

Amiya : I'm not surprised. I'm very much the same. When I first thought of such wonders, I longed for it too.
It's the kind of life I could never truly have for myself.
I couldn't help myself from sharing them with Theresa, and the two of us would add many wondrous details of our own imagining—
Until it changed beyond recognition, flying ever further out of reach...
But now that I've had a glimpse with my own eyes, I don't think I'm that far away from your past life.
Do you believe that one day, this great land will be just as beautiful, Dr. {nickname}?

Doctor : I believe. / That day will come. / Perhaps it will be even more beautiful...

Amiya : It will, and we'll be there to greet it.
Rhodes Island will be there to see the light of dawn.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I don't.

Amiya : You don't? Strange, it was such a beautiful life.
One without the pain of Oripathy, without conflict or war, where children could live their lives in joy...

Doctor : Maybe I didn't want to show you the crueler side of things. / There's always two sides to life, Amiya.

Amiya : Maybe you're right. The cruelty behind the happiness, the joy behind the suffering. We've experienced it all ourselves.
I'll admit, I shared these wondrous stories with Theresa, and she was just as amazed as I was.
She always hoped that everyone in Kazdel... no, in all the lands would have the chance to experience such a life. She did her best to see it come true.
We can't let things slide back, Doctor.
There may come a day that Rhodes Island will be able to see this beauty flourish across the land.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : ......

Doctor : So, what next?

Civilight Eterna : 'Deep Dive'.
The intact data stored within DWDB-221E is decoded by the singularity and exported in a moderated and suitable format as information.
However, Amiya on her own will not be able to break through the limits of the baseline logic.

Doctor : ...Am I a special case, then?

Civilight Eterna : I am not certain, but the possibility is there.

Amiya : But how are we supposed to get close to the information once it's exported?

Civilight Eterna : Forgive me, Amiya, but I have no further information on this topic.
I will search through the clues Kal'tsit left behind, and sort anything that may be of use to you so that it is easier to find.

Doctor : Perhaps we could build a bridge?

Amiya : A bridge?

Doctor : A bridge to the singularity. / A bridge to knowledge. / Hasn't Kal'tsit already pointed the way for us?

Amiya : Has anyone done something like that before?

Civilight Eterna : There is no precedent in the records.

Amiya : ...It's worth a try, either way.

Civilight Eterna : Then you must be aware of the risks. The closer you get to the singularity, the denser the information will become. You may possibly experience it gaining mass.

Amiya : Information with mass?

Civilight Eterna : It is possible here, yes.
It is also possible that information not yet fully decoded will flood into your mind and destroy it.
And a destroyed mind means...

Doctor : Death.

<Background 3>

Voice From Within : (Unknown language) Don't mind me, traveler. I'm simply watching yet another bout of destruction is all.
(Unknown language) Hierda. That's your name, right?

Hierda : Did you just say my name?
I don't know whatever language you're speaking in at all. Also, how'd you know—

「As the Cautus passes by the porthole, she sees the figure out in the darkness of space slowly approach the ship, then disappear from her sights. 」

Hierda : Who is that, Raydistorter?

Raydistorter : (Fervent singing) ♪—♪—♪—

Hierda : —Is something wrong?!

Raydistorter : There's not many of us who like her!
Sorry, traveler, I simply can't handle being in the same room as her.
If my friends saw this, they'd give me the cold shoulder because of it too.

「When the bewildered Cautus snaps out of it, she finds herself the only person in the cabin. Upon foreseeing the arrival of an unwelcome soul, everyone else had made themselves scarce. 」

[Strange echoing ]

「Then the Cautus sees her. 」

Mysterious Elf : No need to look so amazed. I learned how to communicate using long-distance resonance a while ago.
At the very least, before destroying that odd race, I kept the unique language patterns they had evolved.

Hierda : ...D-Destroying?

Mysterious Elf : (Sighs)
Do you detest destruction as well, our newly-come guest?

Hierda : I... am not too sure what happened, to be honest.

Mysterious Elf : It's nothing too complicated. My people once ate stars to live. Others may hate us for it, but it's simply our survival instinct at work.
But now, that past only exists in horror stories passed around the metaphorical campfire.
My people are on the brink of extinction. I fear I may be the last of my kind, in fact.
We destroy to live, but when true destruction finally bears down upon us, we are powerless in the face of it...
From that point onwards, I have become nothing more than a beggar. With the aid of some geniuses, I have changed the method I use to obtain the energy I need to live—

Hierda : It sounds like... You've been trying to blend in with other lifeforms too.
So when you were out in space looking at that dead planet, were you reminiscing about the destruction you experienced?

Mysterious Elf : Reminiscing?
Haha, nothing of the sort.
Everyone here has accepted the ruination chasing us with serenity and hope in their hearts.

Hierda : —?!

After operation

Summary

The Cautus Infected learns that the master of the ship she is on is called "Priestess". When Amiya crosses the boundary and runs into danger, the Doctor comes to her side. Together, they press onwards, helping each other along the way.

<Background 3>

「The Cautus has never thought that oncoming doom, especially one pressing down on their neck, could be something to be accepted calmly. 」

Hierda : I-I could never be so indifferent if I had to live through everyone and everything I love being destroyed.
I don't understand how you—

[Strange echoing ]

Mysterious Elf : It's not indifference, but instead a belief in the absolute equality of the universe. It's a shame you arrived just a little bit late.
This ship had just encountered a star going supernova several thousand light-years away and made a smooth withdrawal.
If you see that sight with your own eyes, perhaps you will understand my meaning.

「The instruments in the hall begin to spin rapidly, until they are moving too fast for the Cautus to see with the naked eye.
Then, she sees a multitude of lights and shadows appear and float through the air. 」

Hierda : I see a giant sphere emitting a deep, dark red light, and a small indigo dot speeding across its surface.
But... it seems like it's the big sphere rotating around the blue dot?

Mysterious Elf : The one you call the 'blue dot' is the pulsar that just went supernova I mentioned.
The red star which is gradually being torn apart is its partner, now doomed to die as well.
They once harbored many interesting primitive lifeforms. I have many fond memories of wandering through the planets of that star system.
It's a pity they were snuffed out before they could see the world beyond the sky.

Hierda : ...Why are you showing this to me?

Mysterious Elf : Simply sharing the knowledge we have with you, traveler.
One-sided paranoia and ignorance are often barriers to effective information transfer. I have no knowledge of your history, either.

「The Cautus has barely had the time to comprehend these words before suddenly, her newly-acquired knowledge begins to assault her mind. 」

Hierda : The land... may see life be born twice? These stars fallen from the sky... can harbor life of their own?
Ruination's end... is not despair.
We're... not special, when it comes to the land?

Mysterious Elf : A celestial body that can sustain life loves all that live upon it equally, no matter where they hail from. This is a law of nature.
Don't be too greedy in lapping up that knowledge you can't fully understand yet.

Hierda : I saw you among all that information. You once had many of your people by your side, but suddenly—
'The Presence'. That's what a lot of people call you, right?

The Presence : I am just a wandering presence, true. Like I said, when true destruction bore down on me and my fellows, I was powerless.

Hierda : ...What exactly is this destruction you keep talking about?
I've seen plenty of things here I can only describe as 'divine acts'. What could possibly threaten people like you?

The Presence : I'm afraid that nobody on this ship can answer your question, traveler.
In your eyes, we possess knowledge that many lifeforms in this universe would consider 'divine acts'...
But in this boundless cosmos, even we have limits to what we can explore and investigate.

Hierda : ......

The Presence : Are you disappointed?

Hierda : So there's definitely no eternal kingdom, a paradise where everyone can experience endless joy and happiness?

The Presence : Would you like such a place to exist?

「The Cautus hesitates for a moment before nodding. 」

The Presence : Nothing lives forever. Looking back through the history I know, I have come across legendary civilizations that have conquered countless star systems, spreading across the cosmos for millions of years.
But as far as the universe cares, what they left behind was, in the end, utterly insignificant.
We once blindly chased after non-existent principles and ideals... In the midst of that golden age beyond recollection, we believed our existences to have a sure purpose.
But in the end?

Hierda : ......

The Presence : Any lifeform born with intelligence insists on declaring itself the center of its world, but whether or not it is right, in the universe's eyes—
From start to finish, we are nothing. This is the first thing you must learn before you can understand it.
Remember that brilliant supernova you just saw?
From that tomb, life will be born anew, and there will come a day when those beings will understand what we have carved on our grave.
That we once had lives of our own. That we existed.

Hierda : ...I don't understand anything that you're saying.
How were we born on this land?
Was there an even more glorious civilization here before us?
Are we going to be wiped out in the foreseeable future?
But what I really want to know is, all this pain and suffering that Originium brings with it... Can it be eliminated?
I beg you, show me the way to the answers I seek...

The Presence : I can't answer any of your questions. Your first three have been asked in a myriad of languages in a myriad of ways across the universe. Only you can answer them yourself.
As for your final question... I'm terribly sorry, but I've never heard of this 'Originium', and I can't find anything related to it in our databases.

Hierda : —?

The Presence : However, I do know someone rather interesting, who also happens to be the master of this ship. Perhaps she will be able to solve your riddle.

Hierda : The master of this ship?

The Presence : She's a linguist of wide renown. Her name is—

<Background fades out>

「'Priestess'. 」

<Background 2>

Amiya : No time to be lost in your thoughts, Doctor!
Grab onto me!

Doctor : —! / Did you see that, Amiya?

Amiya : I can't break my focus right now. Weaving together a way to the singularity is incredibly difficult.
Even if Theresa were here to help...
Did you see something, Doctor?!

Doctor : ......

「You see a familiar figure. 」

Go, 'Doctor'. Go solve your conundrums.

Doctor : ......

<Background 2>

Doctor : Keep focusing, Amiya. / Stick to the plan. / Keep building that 'bridge'!

Amiya : I will! I'm doing everything I can right now to stabilize the connection points, Doctor.
Theresa has marked all the records Dr. Kal'tsit searched through earlier. I'm trying to link them all together.
But I still need an anchor point, one that can guide me back—

Civilight Eterna : I will keep watch here, and serve as your anchor.
Press onwards, Amiya.

[Amiya casts her Arts. ]

「Pink, silken threads begin to gather.
The meandering threads interweave and spiral, gradually spreading out from the boundary into the distance.
Beyond its walls, the path to the singularity slowly takes shape. 」

Amiya : It's working!
Originium Arts don't seem to work here, but applying the logic behind casting them to the information here does!

Doctor : Can you build the 'bridge' using completely unknown information?

Amiya : No, this place is full of information I can't analyze, not even with the help of Civilight Eterna. I wouldn't have been able to make this way forward alone.
But thankfully, Dr. Kal'tsit's access left records, and with Theresa's help, I can grasp onto her research data.
That's more than enough for me.

「The pink threads continue to slowly spiral, linking together the many pieces of complex data that Kal'tsit left her mark on.
String by interwoven string, the path forward gradually forms. 」

"I can tell how you're feeling, Kal'tsit."
"By analyzing the emotional matrix I constructed of you without your permission, I see your tenseness is not only because of my sharing an appearance with Theresa. You have something even heavier on your mind."
"I will try to adjust. I don't want my personal emotional changes to interfere with the objectivity of those who come after me when they query these records."
"Yet they are still changing, Kal'tsit. Are you afraid?"

Amiya : It's not the most efficient way to build a bridge, but it should hold.
I'm going to try to get closer to the singularity.

Doctor : I'll go with you.

"Yes, I'm afraid."
"I'm afraid Amiya and the Doctor won't be able to find the information I leave behind, and I'm afraid..."
"That if the situation worsens to the point that they are forced to take such extreme measures, the trail I cleared for them would no longer be of use..."
"Or that I might mistakenly lead these seekers of knowledge towards a threat I dare not speak of."

Amiya : No, Doctor. I won't let you, not before I check its condition myself.

Doctor : Amiya...

Amiya : Sorry, I know I'm being stubborn about it, but this is my decision.

「The bridge, formed from countless strands of entwined information, stretches out into the distance to touch upon the singularity.
Without the slightest hesitation, Amiya steps onto it, her first step outside the walls of the boundary— 」

「A surge. 」

Amiya : ...?
This feeling, it's like the information has formed some sort of great wave. But why—

Doctor : This is only the beginning, I'm afraid. / "The closer you get to the singularity, the denser the information will become."

Amiya : It really is like Theresa said. The information here has mass.
We'll most likely find greater resistance the deeper we go.

Doctor : Come back for now, Amiya. / We need to come up with a better plan.

Amiya : I can't maintain the stability of a bridge this weak. Going this deep has taken a greater toll than I expected.
I need to keep going forward. As long as I follow Dr. Kal'tsit's beacons...

「The silver mountains the Teekaz had entered flit by her; the black shadow cast by the Feranmut plunging into icefield vanished momentarily.
She sees more scenes fly past her, as if she were fighting the current of the river of time.
More and more incomprehensible, indescribable sights assail her mind.
She does her best to block out the unending, chaotic stream of information. 」

Amiya : Concentrate, Amiya, concentrate... Just keep focusing on Dr. Kal'tsit's beacons... Press onwards...
I just need to touch the singularity—

「Silence.
Amiya cannot even hear her own breathing. 」

Amiya : ——?!
What... is this place?
That giant sphere... is disintegrating?

「Looking at the shattered sphere makes her feel dizzy, but it is the bizarrely-shaped ship floating in the air that causes an even greater bout of lightheadedness. 」

Amiya : What... is going on?
Why am I seeing—

「As she is trapped in her spell of dizziness, a rotating boulder slowly but inexorably hurtles towards her. 」

Amiya : —!

<Background fades out>

「Its black shadow quickly fills Amiya's vision. She subconsciously tries to defend herself, but it is immediately followed by the feeling of freefall.
Did she fail...? Was it a surge of information?
"Amiya!" 」

Amiya : ...Doctor...?

Doctor : I'm here.

「Amiya senses a hand supporting her, keeping her thoughts steady by bracing her. 」

Doctor : Try to block out the interfering information. / I've got you.

Doctor : Hopefully I'm not too late. / Sorry, I couldn't sit back and do as I was told.

Amiya : Doctor... Thank goodness...
That moment just now...

[Waves pulsing ]

「You do your best to support her shaking body as the information wave surging from the singularity continues its assault.
The information, so dense it has nearly taken true shape, washes over your thoughts, leaving behind jumbled afterimages in the void—
It is the past long gone, the present being recorded en masse, and what seems to be the future, foreseeing your next steps.
It's a shame that right now, you do not have energy to spare to pay it any heed.
The two of you have already made the long, long, long trek from the boundary to this point without even noticing, and now, the singularity...
The singularity is right in front of you. 」

Amiya : Did you see that terrifying scene earlier, Doctor?

Doctor : I did. / I don't know what it means, though.

Amiya : I'm certain it's not something that took place on Terra...

Doctor : But at least it means we're getting close to the singularity. / Even more information will show itself to us.
Can you still keep going, Amiya?

Amiya : Y-Yes, yes I can.

Doctor : ......

「You are well aware of the situation you are in right now. Despite knowing it will have minimal effect, you still subconsciously stretch out your arm to try and shield Amiya. 」

Doctor : The attacks here are focused on our thoughts. I can handle it. / I'll be the vanguard.
I've got a lead on what we're here for.
I've run the calcs on Kal'tsit's access records.
You can read the key points from my mind.

Amiya : Found them.
Using 'Slumber Bridge' as a filter, Dr. Kal'tsit conducted a total of 79,346 searches...
Although all the searches are related to 'Originium', according to your speculation, this data is not strongly related to its actual essential nature.
If the results are restricted and give us nothing, doesn't the trail run cold here?

Doctor : No.
Kal'tsit retrieved the same entry over and over again.
This is, in itself, some information for us.

Amiya : A repeated retrieval? Wait, can the infinitely-looping code made from the repeat query count be deciphered too?
...You already know the answer, Doctor.

Doctor : Yes, it's a familiar name.

Doctor : Perhaps it's a sign... / Perhaps it's a warning...

Amiya : ......
I've never heard of this name. Neither you nor Dr. Kal'tsit has ever said it before—
'Priestess'?

<Background white>

............

Amiya : —Doctor, are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Doctor : ...I'm afraid... so...

「'Priestess...'
You have never seen this scene before, much less seen— 」

Priestess : (Unknown language) You're here, {nickname}.

Doctor : Is that...? / 'Me'...?

Oracle : (Unknown language) It took some time to refine your design for PRTS.
(Unknown language) I thought you had gone to take a rest.

Priestess : (Unknown language) No, I've been thinking about your words this whole time.
(Unknown language) "There is no language that can describe God, as the existence of God itself cannot be understood."

Oracle : (Unknown language) You know that was just mindless chatter.

Priestess : (Unknown language) Suppose I take it as an axiom.
(Unknown language) With it as my starting point, would creating a language that can describe God mean we have the means to understand It?
(Unknown language) Does the prospect not excite you?
(Unknown language) Perhaps, in the pursuit of the answer to this question, we have been going down the wrong path—trying to understand the nature of the universe with its own laws.

Oracle : (Unknown language) You want to use a language wholly created by us to interpret the universe. A far too audacious idea, Priestess.

Priestess : (Unknown language) Haha, is it?

「Without any further hesitation, she traces out a perfect rhombus in the air. 」

Priestess : (Unknown language) Let's begin, shall we?

Doctor : ......

Amiya : What are they discussing, Doctor?

「You have seen this woman before in the Assimilated Universe. She once accompanied you— 」

「But I have faith... {nickname}...
That when you are truly confused by everything, you will remember: the answers you seek were here all along.
I will be here. 」

Doctor : ......
I'm afraid they're discussing...
Originium.

Operation story: 15-8

Before operation

Summary

The Doctor and Amiya see Priestess in the information stored within the Black Crown. From a fragment of Oracle's experimental records, they obtain the knowledge they seek.

「The scene plays out before you, but no matter how hard you try, you cannot get any closer. 」

Amiya : Doctor, that person she's talking to... Is that you?

Doctor : ...... / I can't say for sure.

Priestess : (Unknown language) I don't believe I'll be able to create a language that will allow us to derive the ultimate answer. Not by myself, at least.
(Unknown language) I stand on the shoulders of giants, after all. From the base I put together with the greatest discoveries of our colleagues' respective fields, I will continue onwards.

Oracle : (Unknown language) Even if nothing will come of it in the end?

Priestess : (Unknown language) Of course. It wouldn't be the first time.
(Unknown language) Does it look like we have anything better to do while we quietly wait for the darkness to swallow us?
(Unknown language) Besides, I'm sure you won't say no to me, {nickname}.

Oracle : ......
(Unknown language) So, where are you starting your research from?

「Priestess does not answer, electing to instead look at the faint dawn light peeking over the horizon. The one next to her does not bother her any further.
The two of them simply stand aboard the deck.
You look at her, and subconsciously tell yourself: "She's pondering something again"— 」

Doctor : ......

「Why did you think that all of a sudden? 」

Amiya : What is it, Doctor?

Doctor : Nothing, just zoned out.
I don't think we'll be finding any important clues here.

Amiya : The information Dr. Kal'tsit wants isn't here?

Doctor : This is most likely a fragment of history from before Originium was born.

Amiya : ...?!

Doctor : Based on what I experienced in the Assimilated Universe, at least.

Amiya : Doctor, you mean what we're seeing right now is because you...

Doctor : That's not all, I'm afraid.

Amiya : —Then that huge ship floating in the sky and that giant, shattered sphere are also...

Doctor : I'm not too sure what relation I have with them.

Amiya : We'll make it clear, then.
But since you're sure this isn't our main target, we should continue onwards.

Amiya : The singularity is right in front of us, but the bridge I built is reaching its limit.
The information density here's too high. Pressing onwards is like drowning in a deep river.
...How are we going to find the information we need in all this chaos?

Doctor : Allow me.

「Your thoughts come infinitely close to the singularity, all while the near-physical deluge of information presses down on the two of you...
While you yourself seem able to adapt to the pressure, you sense a great strain on Amiya.
You don't have much time. 」

<Background fades out and in>

「You pull out every keyword the 'Priestess' in the Assimilated Universe said, and quickly connect together every clue left behind by Kal'tsit.
Calculate a new result as quickly as you can, then add a new condition... Continue this cycle until you have isolated the information you need.
Your thoughts are like diving into an endless ocean of building blocks. What you need to do is not particularly complicated.
Find the blocks that are different, their surfaces finely engraved with the words Kal'tsit left for you—
"I never forgot." 」

Doctor : I think we did it, Amiya.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Where... Where are we?

Doctor : Rhodes Island. / The Rhodes Island of the past.

Amiya : ——?!
But this place and our Rhodes Island are—

Doctor : Completely different.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit once said the ship was excavated in Rim Billiton and had to be repaired before it could be used.
Just... Just what exactly has Rhodes Island gone through?

Doctor : I haven't the slightest idea.

??? : (Unknown language) Looks like you're in good spirits today. I guess our efforts paid off.

Oracle : (Unknown language) Were you scared, waiting by yourself in the lab?

Primitive Construct : (Proud purring)

Oracle : (Unknown language) Good timing then. I'm currently trying to put together a model that reduces the loss of meta-information during transmission through special mediums. Can you try helping me do some calculations?

Primitive Construct : (Restless twitching)

Oracle : (Unknown language) Alright, that's enough. I terminated your process.
(Unknown language) You are to never harm your own core unit, even if an order comes from me or her.
(Unknown language) Protect yourself, AMa-10. Survival is an instinct the living are born with.

Primitive Construct : (Stubborn purring)

Oracle : (Unknown language) Haha, at least your emotional module is iterating quickly.

Amiya : Do you understand their language, Doctor?

Doctor : I don't.
Ignore that person and the thing by their side. / What we need is somewhere else.

Amiya : You're right. Since Dr. Kal'tsit believed we would be able to find the key, she must have anticipated the language barrier.
Look at the glass next to that person, Doctor. It's got writing written all over it.

Doctor : Formulas?

Oracle : (Unknown language) It's a shame the development of Originium isn't going very smoothly.
(Unknown language) We're venturing into uncharted territory here. It's hard for others to keep up with us.
(Unknown language) While I have been engrossed in debate with her more often than not lately, our experimental progress has slowed.

Primitive Construct : (Vigorous consolation)

Oracle : (Unknown language) No need to worry about us. If this model's operational efficiency meets expectations, we might be able to cross the first hurdle on Originium's development.
(Unknown language) Oh, right, Lu's sent us a message. There's been a rare breakthrough in the Caerula Arbor, and she'll be able to come visit us again soon.

Primitive Construct : (Heartfelt joy)

Oracle : (Unknown language) Looks like you're very fond of her.

Doctor : Amiya, we need to note down those formulas!

Amiya : I'm trying—

[The memory begins to fade away. ]

Doctor : What's happening? / Is the bridge's stability under attack?

Amiya : Theresa warned me about this. It's Civilight Eterna's baseline logic trying to eliminate loopholes!
Because we're trying to transcribe information from outside the boundary.
Doctor, I don't understand what the characters in these formulas mean—

Doctor : Forget about understanding them! / We just need to record them down! / I'm memorizing them as best I can too!

「The information of the boundary begins to reorganize. The loophole is being repaired, and the scene you are witnessing begins to rapidly fade away. 」

Oracle : (Unknown language) I've foreseen it, AMa-10. This model she and I developed together will succeed.
(Unknown language) I look forward to the day that language's creation is truly complete—

Primitive Construct : (Kindly reminder)

Oracle : (Unknown language) DWDB-221E's synchronization is still underway? *sigh* I know that. It's not like I forgot myself, right?

「The speaker starts to fade away as well. 」

Oracle : (Whispering in unknown language) No matter where in this vast universe you came from, I bid you to witness the beacons we left behind, remnants of a civilization now gone to eternal rest.
(Whispering in unknown language) Perhaps it will be our blessing... and the final gift of hope.

「You begin to feel like that person is... looking right at you? 」

Doctor : ...?!

Primitive Construct : (Anxious murmuring)

Oracle : (Unknown language) ...We will see it come to be, AMa-10. I believe it so.

Amiya : The formulas are beginning to vanish!

Doctor : Retreat, while we still have the bridge.

Amiya : But I haven't—

Doctor : You still have me! / We can reconstruct them together.

<Background fades to white>

「A massive attack strikes your thoughts, and you sense yourself falling.
The last act of consciousness you remember is keeping Amiya as far as possible from the singularity, and that familiar figure— 」

Civilight Eterna : Thank you for bringing Amiya back here. Now...
Leave.

「It is at this moment that the mental link between you and Amiya breaks. Your mind is so exhausted you do not remember anything that happened afterwards.
The two of you leave Civilight Eterna. 」

<Background Black>

「The information erupting from the singularity does not cease, and among the flow, there is an insignificant scene that has never been accessed since the day of its recording—
In the quiet of space, a ray of light illuminates a field of stars, bringing with it darkness and a despair beyond doubt.
When sensors tens of thousands of light-years away receive the image of this starfield from the distant past, the planets that these stars shed their light upon are already filled with graveyards and ruins.
It has come. 」

<Background 1>

Raydistorter : ♫~♫~
Did the Presence tell you to use these words to defend her?

Hierda : No, she never asked me to do such a thing when she left.

Raydistorter : Then keep your wits around her. Don't let her confuse you.
...Because if you let down your guard thanks to her charm, she might put you in danger. That's how her people hunt. It's their instinct.
As for the person you're looking for, Priestess, the master of the ship...
She's doing some important research right now. I'm afraid her consciousness is shuttling back and forth between various research locations in this starfield.
It'll be very hard for you to have a moment with her if she's not willing.

Hierda : ......

Raydistorter : Hierda, are you so desperate to find her because you want to thank the person who rescued you?

Hierda : Not exactly.
I understand that I'm in some fantastical place called the 'universe', and it's not the afterlife, either...
I even have a wild guess that my home of Terra might be somewhere out there in this universe.
But the more I know, the more questions I have. I want to ask her—
Why am I not dead?
Where exactly is my home, Terra?

「The Cautus looks out through the porthole at the stars in frustration.
Perhaps it is because her bishop and the rest of her fellow churchgoers are still praying for her back in her land, but she has no way to respond.
She curls up against the wall, allowing the light of the stars to quickly sweep across her face. 」

Hierda : It turns out you can see time passing by with your own eyes.

「She has met many people aboard this ship. No matter if they were the respected, hooded genius tucked away in the lab, or the wanderer of the universe who had survived ruination...
Their optimism and kindness have dispelled her initial fear, but she knows that she will never truly be one of the crew of this miraculous ship.
"I miss Terra already." 」

Operation story: 15-9

After operation

Summary

The Doctor returns from the Deep Dive and is tested by Kal'tsit for cognitive stability. They begin to utilize the knowledge obtained to Rhodes Island's advantage. In an unknown realm, the Cautus Infected sees the "God" who saved her.

[Electronic crackling, machine whirring ]

「Administrator permission found.
Preparing reboot process from hibernation. 3... 2... 1...
PRTS reboot diagnosis complete—
Warning: Unauthorized 3rd-party plugin found. Restore default settings?
Administrator key cognition signal verified. Restoring...
Vital sign detection module activated. Automatically loading repair module. Repairing...
Progress: ■ ■ ■ 」

<Background Black>

??? : ......
Doctor...

Doctor : ...... / ...Amiya?

<Background 1>

Amiya : Doctor! I'm so relieved...
You're finally awake.

Doctor : Awake? / How long have I been out?

Amiya : The evacuation hasn't been smooth. Our neural link was abruptly severed, and it's hard to maintain stability due to the information impact at the boundaries.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : How are you feeling, Amiya?

Amiya : I just woke up myself.
Don't worry about me. I'm doing much better, thanks to Theresa's protection.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : What is my current condition, Amiya?

Amiya : I'm not entirely sure.
You should get a full check-up from Dr. Kal'tsit.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : Good thing you never let go of my hand, or I would be even more worried.
Don't go off on your own, Doctor. We need to stay in the emergency observation area that Dr. Kal'tsit set up.

Doctor : Kal'tsit? / Emergency observation area?

Amiya : Soon after we began, Dr. Kal'tsit cleared out an area that she is personally protecting, in order to ensure our safety and Rhodes Island's.
She didn't want any accidents to happen when we entered Civilight Eterna.

Doctor : She knew... / I didn't see her—

Approaching Voice : I started preparing cognition baseline tests as soon as I confirmed that you're awake.
Initial testing showed no obvious signs of damage for either of you.

[Kal'tsit approaches. ]

Kal'tsit : Diagnosing thought isn't quite as simple as diagnosing biological tissue, though. Further analysis will be required.
Welcome back, Doctor.

Doctor : You look... tired.

Kal'tsit : A bit of distraction happened during your operation. I'll update you on the latest developments later.

Doctor : We found potentially useful information.

Kal'tsit : The first priority is to make sure that you're safe.
Establishing a neural link through the Black Crown is extremely risky. I take it you've long crossed the 'boundary'.

Doctor : Yes.

Kal'tsit : Then, my first duty must be to ensure your cognitive stability and biological health.
I won't allow the mistakes of the past to be repeated, nor will I allow the continued existence of any potential threat to your life and safety.
Follow me, Dr. {nickname}.

Doctor : ...... / A-Are you angry?

Kal'tsit : You'll need to do the cognition baseline test too, Amiya.
First, though, get some rest.

Amiya : A-Alright, Dr. Kal'tsit.

Doctor : Can't Amiya come with me?

Kal'tsit : That's not part of my plans, Doctor. I'll arrange for Amiya to be tested as soon as your tests are complete.
Let's go.

Doctor : ......

Amiya : ......

<Background 2>

Doctor : This is the testing equipment? / I don't remember it at all.

Kal'tsit : A prototype that the Medical Department developed. Theresa and I designed it together.
But the limitations of our understanding of cognition and perception have prevented it from being put into service as a way to measure cognitive stability.
Under current circumstances, however, it's the most effective method available.
Go inside the isolation pod, Doctor. Relax. I've tried it myself, and it won't cause any significant physical distress.

Doctor : Anything else I need to know?

Kal'tsit : No. Just follow my instructions. I'll need to calibrate the machine first. Relax and do as I say, but do not hesitate.
Tell me your name, Doctor.

Doctor : {nickname}. / ...{nickname}?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : {nickname}.

Kal'tsit : A good start.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...{nickname}?

Kal'tsit : Relax, Doctor. We're just calibrating.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : See the chronometer behind me? Count the time in silence and try to synchronize your counting with the ticking of its numbers.

Doctor : (You silently count and feel the passage of time) / I'm not sure what the point of this is, Kal'tsit...

Kal'tsit : It helps reinforce your perception of reality. It's been twenty seconds. Are you feeling any discomfort?

Doctor : No. / ...It's hard to say. / Is the machine showing something abnormal?

Kal'tsit : Let's continue the calibration.
Are you able to continue to perceive Amiya in your consciousness?

Doctor : Yes. / No.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Yes.

Kal'tsit : Likely residue perception from the neural link being severed improperly.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : No.

Kal'tsit : Good, we're getting used to the flow.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : Continuing with the calibration. Do you agree with Rhodes Island's ideals?

Doctor : Yes. / No.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Yes.

Kal'tsit : Good. We're almost done with the calibration.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : No.

Kal'tsit : An interesting answer, Dr. {nickname}, but this is not a lie detector. Unless you were expecting a more dramatic outcome.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : Continue. You saw her at the cognitive boundary.

Doctor : Yes. / Saw who?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Yes.

Kal'tsit : As I expected. You're calmer than I thought you would be, though.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Saw who?

Kal'tsit : No need to hide it from me, Doctor. You can trust me.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : Final question. Do you have doubts about the one who is like you?

Doctor : Yes. / No.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Yes.

Kal'tsit : A reasonable emotion, but I cannot resolve your doubts in any way or capacity. You will find the answer, sooner or later.
Maybe you've already formed your subjective opinion. It's not my place to interfere with it, but I trust you will not act contrary to Rhodes Island's interests.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : No.

Kal'tsit : Looks like you've formed your opinion. I will not comment on it.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : We're done, Doctor.
Cognition baseline testing indicates that your cognitive stability remains within safe values. The rest of it is secondary.

Doctor : Wait, I thought that was the calibration.

Kal'tsit : It was necessary to ensure that the data collected is accurate.
I trust that you're capable of perceiving my thinking and camouflaging yourself accordingly.
It would not be hard for you to fool this prototype.

Doctor : Of course! / ...Is this part of the test too, Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : The remaining checks will be complete soon, Dr. {nickname}. I have time to answer a few questions.
You understand, of course, that there are certain questions that I am not in a position to answer.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...What are the origins of Rhodes Island?

Kal'tsit : If you're referring to this ship, it's even older than the history known to me.
In a sense, it's the carrier of hope, hence the comprehensive protective systems capable of supporting our every operation on Terra.
It is thanks to the initial design that it has survived the most brutal challenges with its core structure intact.
We have yet to discover its full potential.
However, I remain cautious about trying to unlock this potential in its entirety.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : How were you able to predict our movements ahead of time?

Kal'tsit : You mean the hints that were left behind at the boundary? There was no guarantee that it would be you who would solve them.
Nor am I able to predict things that have yet to come to pass. It was for another reason that I made such preparations...
Someone I respected very much had computed all the possibilities that could occur in the future. Someone whose words I will never forget.
Perhaps I have been quietly influenced too.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : You seem nervous, Kal'tsit.
The current uncertainty is not the only reason why you're nervous.

Kal'tsit : ......

Doctor : I can't describe this strange intuition. / I've never sensed such complex emotions from you.

Kal'tsit : I'm not the one getting tested—

「You see your reflection in the window, almost as though you were still standing with Kal'tsit.
You look at your own reflected image, but cannot help recalling the figure at the boundary, who treated the construct with such kindness...
Your gaze turns towards Kal'tsit. 」

Kal'tsit : Why are you looking at me like this, Dr. {nickname}?

Doctor : Did you also put your utter trust in me?

Kal'tsit : I still do. You've proven yourself.
Whatever you see at the boundary, Dr. {nickname}, belongs to a past that is dead and gone.
It is enough that you and Rhodes Island are walking on the proper path. You and I, we both have the right to our subjective definition of this relationship that exists between us.
You don't need to be concerned about how I view you, not before, not now, not ever. I respect your understanding of our cooperation—

Doctor : I'm sorry, Kal'tsit.
I'm apologizing for my and Amiya's reckless actions.
I know what to do next.
I just have one more question, Kal'tsit.
(Unknown language) "Perhaps it will be our blessing"...
(Unknown language) "And the final gift of hope."

Kal'tsit : ......

Doctor : I don't understand what it means. / I seem to sense good intentions behind the words.

Kal'tsit : It means 'blessing' and 'gift'.

Doctor : You guided us to that one.
Whoever it was, there is nothing fake about your trust.
Then we have a lot of work to do.

[Loud cracking ]

「A regular-shaped Originium crystal emerges in the space.
A short curved line appears on the corner of the crystal.
Line expands into surface, then into a perfectly smooth sphere.
It is an eye that observes this dimension. All it does is record all that it sees; the organ that makes decisions has not fully escaped the Originium.
Until now. 」

[A strange figure that looks like a Reunion soldier manifests. ]

Originium Entity : (Perceives silently)

<Background 1>

Amiya : Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit has determined that there is no major issue with me.
But she was concerned about whether I was subject to any shock during the neural link.

Doctor : She must have her concerns.

Kal'tsit : We should get on with analyzing the formulas that you retrieved.
Like I said, the abnormalities of PRTS persist. It's very likely that we'll be getting even more anomalies in short order.

Doctor : It hasn't been restored?

Kal'tsit : Closure has been trying, to little avail.
Deployment of the backup command system has begun, but it will take time to synchronize it across all equipment and individuals.
As for the information you brought back from the boundary, I can help you decipher it.

Amiya : Do you understand its meaning?

Kal'tsit : I'll have to see the formulas in their entirety to be sure.

<Background fades out and in>

「You and Amiya attempt to reconstruct the words and formulas written upon the glass of the corridor by memory, written in a language that you do not understand. 」

Kal'tsit : Based on the context, I believe I can fill in the blanks here.
Largely accurate, but there are small errors here and there. Let me fix them.

Doctor : It is like putting together a jigsaw puzzle.

Amiya : Thankfully you were able to remember the last parts that I didn't have time to.

Kal'tsit : That should do.

Doctor : Do you understand the meaning, Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : It's a heretofore unnamed model, the origins of which may be traced to a project by the name of 'Slumber Bridge'.
It was a radical project that attempted to employ a self-transcoding model in order to combine all possible realities and tangible, organic life into a single 'meta-reality'.
The project was ultimately a failure, but the experiments on digitizing matter were the predecessor to various subsequent research, including this model.
It has proven to be incredibly efficient at reducing the loss of meta-information during transmission through special mediums, and increasing data transmission efficiency.

Doctor : Information? / Originium?

Kal'tsit : Now you're getting to the heart of the matter, Dr. {nickname}.
Originium is the medium used for information collection. It reformats the information and continues to propagate until its mission is accomplished.
This model, likely the one used by Originium itself, could lead to major breakthroughs in Originium research and Oripathy treatment.
I will decipher this information for classified archiving.
Until its risks and uses are ascertained, however, it must not appear in any blueprint or storage medium that exists in reality.

Doctor : Can you get it done as soon as possible?

Amiya : Do you have something in mind, Doctor?

Doctor : Do you remember the 'Originium Arc'?

Amiya : The project that Logos and Mechanist proposed after the war in Victoria?

Kal'tsit : Boosting the adaptability and combat ability of elite operators in high-Originium environments with the use of external equipment. A radical idea, and a difficult one to achieve.
The current version, developed two years ago, represents the limit of what we are able to achieve.

Doctor : Now, we've discovered a new possibility.

Kal'tsit : It's an excellent opportunity. At the very least, it will allow elite operators to deal with the Originium threat with greater ease.
I will need your help in the decipherment process, Doctor.

<Background 3>

[KABOOM! ]

Mechanist : *cough* *cough* Thanks for the barrier. A life-saver.
Are you sure that Originium circuit has been properly set? I've checked it three times. It shouldn't fail...

Logos : No semantical deviation. The circuit conforms to the simulations.
There should not have been any error.

Mechanist : How about another possibility... it's not we who are wrong?

Logos : There are no flaws in the blueprint produced by the Doctor and Dr. Kal'tsit. The incantation simulation is effective.

Mechanist : What I mean is that there's something wrong with the material used in the Originium Arc itself!
I seem to remember that Closure kept some good stuff in the warehouse—

Logos : Bad idea. We've made enough of a mess in the Engineering Department as it is.

Mechanist : Well, we're doing it on the orders of the Doctor and Dr. Kal'tsit!

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

Amiya : But how do we validate its effectiveness?

Kal'tsit : Assuming that safety is assured, there is one ideal candidate for testing.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 4>

Blaze : Doesn't feel like there's been any real change in strength.
How about you go harder, kitten?

Rosmontis : It's not entirely up to me. Raidian?

Raidian : According to the statute of experiment, I can only increase the synchronization between the Originium Arc and Rosmontis in steps.
It's not just to protect you, Blaze. It's to protect Rosmontis as well.

Blaze : Hehe, of course. I know.
I just wanted to test its limits as soon as possible, because Dr. Kal'tsit said this was urgent. How about you, kitten?

Rosmontis : I can control it.

Touch : No problem. I'll keep the risks in check.
Raidian, be ready to overwrite the Originium circuit at any moment and disconnect Rosmontis's control.

Raidian : ...Nothing keeps one on edge like working with you.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

Amiya : How long will it take to finish the preparations, Dr. Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : Assuming that the Doctor and I complete the decipherment as quickly as possible, and isolate a functional technical blueprint...

Doctor : 36 hours.

Kal'tsit : It's cutting things too tight.
There are numerous key points in this technology that are virtually impossible for us to achieve.

Doctor : The surest way to fail is to not try.

Amiya : With the Black Crown, I should be able to help.
We must explore any avenue to gain an advantage for Rhodes Island. Perhaps it will make an impact in the not-so-distant future.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 5>

「The Cautus feels like she has slept for a long time.
Her gaze is lost in the stars of deep space, but they offer no guidance as to where home is. She refuses to give up until she falls asleep from exhaustion.
Then, the light rouses her, and she opens her eyes.
There is no one around her. 」

Cold Voice : (Unknown language) You are lost.

Hierda : ...?!

Cold Voice : (Unknown language) It has been a long time since this place has seen a new visitor.
(Unknown language) Or are you the last survivor of the ruined planet?

Hierda : The voice of Raydistorter? But why—

Cold Voice : (Unknown language) In any case, welcome.
(Unknown language) Come. Seek me.

Hierda : ......

「She remembers this scene. She should have died after disintegrating, but light rushed into her eyes again.
She came to this place, the domain of the gods... it all happened again. 」

Hierda : H-How could this be?

「She looks out of the porthole in terror, and sees the dead planet. 」

[Hierda starts running. ]

<Background fades out and in>

「Roaming through the ship, she encounters that being by the name of Raydistorter once again, and the Presence that gazes upon death, alone in deep space...
Every trace that she was ever here has disappeared. 」

Hierda : No... no... no...
Am I still dreaming?

Gentle Voice : This is not a dream.
But it's not reality either.
You were looking for me, weren't you?

「The Cautus sees a hand reach towards her and take hers—
Like the hand that held hers when she disintegrated.
She saw 'God'. 」

Operation story: 15-11

Before operation

Summary

Friston-3 dreams, despite never having been fitted with the capability to do so by Closure. Popukar wakes up to see unfamiliar figures on the ship's portholes. Something strange is happening to Rhodes Island.

[Wind howling ]

「Friston does not understand why his daughter chose this as their meeting place. 」

[Footsteps in the sand ]

Trevor Friston : ......
This is no vacation spot. Too much sand in one's shoes.
I should take a break.

「He sits on a dune and removes his shoes, only for the wind to send the sand he pours out into his face. 」

Trevor Friston : *cough* *cough*...
This is most undignified—why am I in full dress?
......
Why did she ask me to come here?

[Footsteps in the sand ]

「There is no answer on the radio. He wanders aimlessly on the yellow sands, calling his daughter's name.
No one answers until night has fallen. 」

[People chattering ]

Trevor Friston : ...A party?

「He follows the sound to find the camp on the dunes in the distance, filled with lights and ribbons.
He hears his daughter's familiar laughter, and runs towards her in joy. 」

'Daughter' : You made it to my wedding, dad!

「Friston almost cries at the sight of the golden hair. 」

Trevor Friston : I've been looking for you for so long, my sunshine.
Is this your wedding?

'Daughter' : Of course. The ceremony is about to start. Let's go.
We'll walk the red carpet, arm in arm. Give me your blessings, dad.

「Friston tries to take her arm, but he can not reach it. 」

'Daughter' : Will you not give me your blessing?

Trevor Friston : No... no, that’s not what I meant... I—

<Background 1>

[Low boom ]

Trevor Friston : (Unknown Language) I—

Disjointed Voice : Will you not give me your blessing?

Trevor Friston : (Unknown Language) ...Sunshine?

Kristen : You did not want us to see the truth of the stars?

Trevor Friston : (Unknown language) ...You're not my sunshine.
(Unknown language) Have I left home? I remember this bunker—
(Unknown language) 'The preservation room'.

Kristen : You will not answer any more of my questions?

Trevor Friston : (Unknown language) Kristen. You're Kristen...
(Unknown language) I've heard of you. No, I've seen you... no. How did I know you?
(Unknown language) I've never known you—

<Background cuts to black>

Trevor Friston : (Unknown language) Who the devil turned off the light?!

Friston : (Unknown language) Damn it!
Why have you imprisoned me here?

Friston-3 : Closure! Is this another one of your damned jokes?

<Background 2>

「Friston realizes that he is buried in the 'photos' that fill the room. A volume of 'A Complete Bestiary of Terra' covers his camera module.
Are they even photos? He has never visited the places in them, nor could he ever.
There are only fragmented images on the countless photos.
Sand dune, bonfire, camp, golden hair, and the preservation room where the sun does not shine. 」

Friston-3 : A dream...?

「Friston dreamed. Friston-3 dreamed.
He printed his own dream. 」

Friston-3 : It should not be possible for me to dream. Did Closure upload a new firmware without telling me?

<Background 3>

Closure : I don't have time to argue with you right now, Mr. Friston!
I guarantee you in the strongest possible terms that I have not uploaded any firmware that could have caused you to dream.
The PRTS anomalies are getting out of control. It will take time to deploy the backup command system.
All the work has to be assigned manually. I wish I had six or seven pairs of eyes! We've completely lost contact with some areas and we have no idea what's going on—

Friston-3 : Relax, Closure.
I'm not trying to argue with you. I just want to make sure that all possibilities for my unusual malfunctions are accounted for.
We've eliminated firmware bugs and hardware malfunctions as possibilities. Then—
......

Closure : What is it?

Friston-3 : Answer me, Closure... this is important...
What is the energy source that powers my core?

Closure : Huh? Originium, of course.

Friston-3 : Are the majority of your retrofitted operation platforms Originium-powered?

Closure : ...Your tone is starting to scare me, Mr. Friston. What are you trying to say?

Friston-3 : You're a genius, Closure.

Closure : Huh?

Friston-3 : Excellent thinking, cutting off the link between the retrofitted operation platforms and PRTS. But that's not enough, not by a long shot.

<Background shakes>

Closure : Huh? What's going on? Why are things shaking?

<Background 4>

「Popukar was awakened by the continuous flashing. She looks out of the porthole, but sees nothing unusual outside. 」

Popukar : Looks like a nice day. No sign of rain.

[Low rumbling ]

Popukar : Maybe somebody was training noisily outside?
Hm... PRTS comms are still down?
Looks like today's assignment is in the isolation zone outside the ship. I should report to Orchid.

<Background 5>

Popukar : Morning—hey, where did everybody go?
It's so quiet... where is Orchid? I can't reach her...
I should check the cafeteria.
The cafeteria's... this way—

「Popukar's sleepy eyes are only half-open, but she could find her way from the deck to the cafeteria even if they were completely shut.
That is how well she knows Rhodes Island— 」

Popukar : Wh-Whoa, whoaaaa!

[She suddenly trips. ]

Popukar : O-Ouch, that hurts...

「She is tripped by a toolbox from the Engineering Department left in the corridor. 」

Popukar : I thought Engineering was done with working in this area...
So careless!

「She kneels down to rub her knee, which doesn't hurt so much anymore, then puts the scattered tools and boxes away to the sides of the corridor. 」

Popukar : That light again... what...?

「Popukar stands up and looks to the porthole next to her— 」

「She sees many strange people. 」

Popukar : Who are they?
New visitors...?
The other side of the porthole is supposed to be the deck. Are these people lost?

「She walks briskly through the corridor, but begins to slow down as she becomes increasingly confused. 」

Popukar : Why do I see them on every porthole?
......

[She turns on her communicator. ]

Popukar : O-Orchid? This is Popukar.
Seems like communications are still down. I don't know if I'm getting through to you...
Are you seeing anything weird?

[Static buzz ]

「There is no response from the communicator. 」

Popukar : ......

Faint Voice Outside the Porthole : (Unknown language) When true destruction... on me... powerless...
(Unknown language) Equal end...

Popukar : A-Are they talking? I can't hear...
Th-The mission comes first. Maybe Orchid is already waiting for me in the isolation zone outside.

<Background 5>

[Hurried footsteps ]

Popukar : A left turn here...
Go straight, then push the door open...
Then the exit passage—

[Door clunkily opens ]

<Background fades out>

[Machinery buzzing loudly ]

Popukar : Let me get to the ground first...

[An explosion booms in the distance. ]

Popukar : Huh?

[Bell dings ]

Popukar : I think I'm here...

<Background 6>

「Popukar turns around to look at the exit passage that she came out of, only to find that it has disappeared. 」

Popukar : ——?!

[Someone approaches. ]

Orchid : Popukar! We were looking for you. Everyone else is here—
Is something wrong?

Popukar : O-Orchid... is the exit passage here?

Orchid : What exit passage?

[Static buzz ]

Closure : —*Bzzt* All operators... receiving this message...
Do not... trust...
Communications... blocked... Rhodes Island... awake...
—Repeat... *Bzzt* Warning—

[The line abruptly cuts off. ]

Popukar : ...Closure?

<Background 7>

[Loud drilling ]

??? : (Advances hesitantly)

[Corrupted mechanical whirring ]

Pained 'Beepy' : (Hostile posture)

[Alanna hits the maintenance helper. ]

Alanna : I'm sorry, little fella, but I can't let you hurt anyone else.

Pained 'Beepy' : (Spins angrily)

Alanna : Why did you attack us?
I'm not sure what's going on, but something must be wrong with the ship.
You went missing for a while, and this is what became of you when you came back.
Besides, the structure of the ship seems to be changing. I could hardly find my way.
Such a strange feeling. It's like... like the ship is—
Like it's alive.

<Background 8>

[Alarms blaring ]

Doctor : Are we being attacked?

Amiya : Impossible... we had set up an isolation zone around Rhodes Island. We should have gotten a warning if any enemies had approached.

Doctor : Unless... the enemy was from within.

Amiya : I'm not sure... we're in the command center, but we're not getting any information about what's going on anywhere on the ship!
No response from Dr. Kal'tsit or any of the elite operators to our messages, either...

Doctor : I'll go find them. / Let's get everyone together. Then we can think about how to deal with this.

Amiya : Okay. I'll protect you.

<Background fades out and in>

[A strange entity suddenly crystallises in the room. ]

Originium Entity : (Approaches silently)

Amiya : What is—?!

After operation

Summary

Rhodes Island seems to come alive, its internal structure shifting randomly and cutting off all communications. In search of a solution, Kal'tsit enters the Sarcophagus that once held the Doctor, and provides support to the other operators onboard.

<Background 9>

[Alarms blaring ]

Stormeye : Is the backup power online yet?

Sharp : The junction box broke. Try cutting off that damaged circuit. Maybe short-circuit protection is still kicking in.
Watch your feet.

Stormeye : I can see.

[Stormeye rips out the circuit and the lights flash back on. ]

Sharp : We're in luck.

Stormeye : The Originium crystals all appeared in an instant.
Still no word from anyone else?

Sharp : Comms are still jammed. Even the emergency frequencies are out.

Stormeye : I have even worse news. For some reason, Rhodes Island is currently headed northwest at maximum speed.
At this rate, it's only a matter of time before we collide with a mobile mining platform.

Sharp : We must eliminate all possible dangers along the course. Protect the ship from the outside, and prevent collateral damage.
Let's get out of here and check our vehicle inventory in the Bad Guy's cabin.
Space around here has been transformed. Existing maps are no longer reliable. Stay close to me.

Stormeye : (Comes to a sudden stop)

Sharp : Is something wrong?

Stormeye : They're coming again.

「Hardly had he finished when an arrow whooshed through the air. 」

Sharp : Missed?

「There is no answer. 」

[A door groans open. ]

Sharp : Stormeye?

「Sharp turns around to see that the door to the restaurant has turned into a metal wall crawling with Originium.
But it is not Stormeye standing behind him— 」

[A Nachzehrer soldier made of Originium approaches. ]

<Background 10>

Originium Entity : (Approaches soundlessly)

[Arts blasts destroy the crystal entities. ]

Pith : Is that it?

[Communicator buzzing ]

Pith : Communications are still out.
I wonder how the others are doing.

「Pith gazes at the communicator silently with a furrowed brow.
The footsteps disappear into the distance.
But the fallen Originium entities rise again, moving in perfect unison, striding over the damaged communicator on the ground. 」

<Background fades out>

[Static buzz ]

Broken Communicator : '—*Bzzt* All operators... receiving this message...'
'Do not... trust... communications blocked...'
'*Bzzt*... Rhodes Island... awake...'

<Background 7>

Misery : 'Awake'?

Ascalon : Watch the sides.

[Misery dodges an attack from an Originium entity. Ascalon stabs it and it shatters into pieces. ]

Ascalon : Very strange. These things won't die.

「Ascalon points her sleeve-blade towards a wavering shadow not far away.
Silhouettes manifest from the shadows like ghosts, every step accompanied by the sound of crystal cracking. 」

Misery : The clothes they wear—Reunion? And Nachzehrers too... nothing can surprise me now.

Ascalon : Their bodies are composed entirely of Originium. We cannot rely on past experience.

Misery : Guess we'll have to improvise.

Ascalon : We can't just stay here. We have to find where these things came from.

Misery : The intention of these enemies is unclear, as is the situation on the Doctor's side. If...

Ascalon : Amiya is with the Doctor. No need to worry.
We continue with our mission—ascertaining the source of the abnormal events.
If this is what Kal'tsit was guarding against, then these things must follow the command of some unknown actor...

[Misery checks his communicator. ]

Misery : Communications are still out. We can't reach anyone else.
I wonder if the other elite operators—
Ascalon...

「As they pass by the Originium crystals, Misery catches a glimpse of a fleeting image in the multi-faceted reflections of the crystals. 」

Misery : Did I just see Outcast?

<Background 10>

「Clack, clack—
A sharp claw separates itself from the surface of the Originium crystal, then curled horns, rugged silhouette, and spiked tail.
This creature is not unfamiliar to Rhodes Island's battle records, but never has it been composed solely of Originium.
As the never-before-seen form of life takes its first step, an arrow impales its throat and shatters its skull. 」

Stormeye : —Safe. For now.

[Blood dripping ]

「Stormeye leans against the wall and pauses to catch his breath, before tending to his wounds. 」

Stormeye : At least it won't hinder me in battle.

Communicator : (Static)

Stormeye : Sharp. Come in, Sharp. Can you hear me?
If you hear me, leave a sign somewhere, any way you can. I'll come and find you.

Communicator : (Static)

Stormeye : ...Dammit—

Communicator : *Bzzt*—Stor...Stormeye—Careful—*bzzt—

Stormeye : Sharp?! What's your location?

Communicator : *Bzzt*—Engaging—Whitesmith—Stop—

Stormeye : ...? Wait for me!

[Stormeye rushes off. ]

[Corrupted maintenance workers beep loudly. ]

Originium-Infested Machine : ...Assist...

「More rampaging machines rush into the corridor, the light in their eyes flashing in sync.
Their simple voice units repeat a call for help, defying the limitations of their design. 」

Stormeye : Not now!

「Stormeye's arrow pierces the cores of two of the machines with unerring accuracy. Then he makes a run for it, not pausing to look back. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Stormeye : At least... thirty.
A fork...

「Two virtually identical corridors extend as far as Stormeye's eye could see.
The pathways within Rhodes Island are undergoing constant, haphazard changes. No one knows to which fates the diverging corridors lead.
The rampaging machines are catching up. 」

<Background 11>

Mon3tr : (Furious howl)

Kal'tsit : Faster than expected. Rhodes Island is not ready.
If there is such a thing as being ready for her.

Mon3tr : (Alerted growl)

Kal'tsit : However, something is clearly not right with her as well. She would not resort to such inefficient means otherwise.
This may be our last chance to gain the upper hand.

Originium Entity : (Approaches silently)

Kal'tsit : Clear a way, Mon3tr. Don't get stuck in a fight.
Time is of the essence.

「The passage before Kal'tsit changes again, in an attempt to lead her astray.
But the warping of space does not affect Kal'tsit. She can still sense her target—the Sarcophagus of Dr. {nickname}.
The information is etched into the bottommost layer of her memory. 」

<Background 12>

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr. Eliminate all threats that approach the Sarcophagus. Buy me time.

Mon3tr : (Excited howling)

「Once again, she stands before the familiar Sarcophagus.
Once, she awoke the hope that slumbered within, only to find pain that could not be easily wiped away.
Now, it is their last hope. 」

Kal'tsit : I can't guarantee that this is going to work, Mon3tr.
But I won't just sit around and watch a fighting chance slip away.

「Kal'tsit walks towards the Sarcophagus and places a white flower on top of it. 」

<Background fades out and in>

<Flashback starts here>

Kal'tsit : This is her legacy. Little did she know at the time that it was fire stolen from the 'gods'.
...We must all challenge those higher beings and fight for a chance to live.

Mon3tr : (Nervous growl)

Kal'tsit : If something goes wrong, Mon3tr, act on your own discretion.

<Background fades out and in>

<Flashback ends here>

<Background fades out>

「She enters the Sarcophagus. 」

<Background 10>

Raidian : The interference is really bad.
Not only am I not getting any signals, my Originium Arts are also being suppressed by the environment.
Think, think—

[Strange glitching noises ]

"Raidian..."

Raidian : This signal profile—PRTS?!
Closure? But the terminal still shows disconnected.

"Track me..."

「Raidian tracks the faint signal to an unexpected source. 」

Raidian : Dr. Kal'tsit?!
How? But you're—no matter how you did it, you need to—
...No, you can't stop now.
Thank you, Dr. Kal'tsit.
I know what to do now.

<Background fades out>

[Communicators activating ]

"This is Raidian speaking."
"With assistance, I have been able to establish a temporary electromagnetic communications environment."
"Intel provided by Dr. Kal'tsit indicates that the abnormal events currently occurring on Rhodes Island originated from the core area known as the Abyss."
"You are now receiving a briefing about the Abyss. All elite operators are asked to locate the Abyss, while making every effort to ensure your own safety."
"I repeat. Locate the Abyss, but do not approach without permission. Maintain constant communication at all times."
"Do your duty, elite operators—"
"Dr. Kal'tsit will be your eyes."

<Background 10>

Pith : ...Kal'tsit? Thanks.
This is Pith calling to all combat-effective operators. Report.

[Communicator buzzing ]

Alanna : We're still trying to stop these... things!
But they just keep coming!

Pith : We lack the means to completely neutralize these hostile Originium entities. Survival is your first priority.
Any injured personnel are to immediately disengage and seek assistance from Touch.

<Background 13>

Warfarin : Kal'tsit... what have you done THIS time?

Chloe : Dr. Warfarin! Look out!

Warfarin : These things can't hurt me for now. But there are too many of them. It's not easy trying to protect everyone.
Raidian's intel indicates that these things can't be killed.

Chloe : 'Kill'... are these things even alive?
Have Dr. Touch and Dr. Kal'tsit run into these monsters too?

Warfarin : Protect yourself. We're not as weak as you think—

[Warfarin uses her Vampire Arts to defeat the approaching Originium entities. ]

Warfarin : *Sarkaz expletive*!

<Background fades out and in>

Warfarin : What I wouldn't do for a chance to take you apart, piece by piece, to find out for sure whether you monsters can die—
Get clear, Chloe!

[Warfarin unleashes her Arts again. ]

「The Originium entities continue to rush towards Warfarin. Two successfully penetrate her defenses.
They raise their hands towards Chloe—
Then stop. Their motion is not one of aggression, more like an invitation to the patient in front of them, one who is so close to death's door— 」

Chloe : ......

Warfarin : ——?!

Originium Entity : (Gazes silently)

Warfarin : Get back! Don't touch them!

Chloe : B-But I can hear him... screaming? It's like those pained voices are etched into my mind...
W-We're very... alike...

「Chloe takes the hand of the Originium entity. Her eyes are filled with sorrow. 」

Chloe : Why... why don't you hurt me?
...Are we the same?

Warfarin : Is it because of your infection? The symptoms we've never seen before... Originium is changing.
—That's why your condition progressed quicker than expected!

Chloe : Does this mean I can help you find a way to deal with them?
I want to try. I want to help you.
I don't want to disappoint you, or let Dr. Touch or Dr. Kal'tsit get hurt...

「Warfarin repels the Originium entity in front of Chloe and stands before her patient in a defensive posture. 」

Warfarin : Do you understand what it is you're offering?

Chloe : (Smiles) I don't. But I'm not afraid.

<Background 9>

[Sharp and Stormeye fend off the Originium Nachzehrers. ]

Sharp : Not as fast as you say, Stormeye.

Stormeye : I got sidetracked by the changes to the deck plan.
Luckily, Dr. Kal'tsit and Raidian were able to reestablish communications. Who knows what else I would've run into.
You mentioned Whitesmith over the radio?

Sharp : ......
One instant she was inviting me to drink and dance in front of her fire. The next instant she was gone, leaving only a bunch of Originium-polluted machines crawling out of the furnace to attack me.

Stormeye : A hallucination?

Sharp : I can tell what's real and what's not, Stormeye. But what's happening here is beyond anything I can comprehend.
Not that I'm the only one who's seeing strange things.

「Originium formations are growing at a visible pace. They thought they knew Originium well enough, but now the facets of the crystals threaten to draw their very minds in. 」

Stormeye : ...?

「Stormeye narrows his eyes. He sees Sharp's mouth moving, but his ears hear nothing.
All is quiet. Soon, he cannot even hear his own heartbeat.
The expression he sees on Sharp's face changes.
The next instant, all sound disappears from Rhodes Island, leaving only dead silence in the communications channel that Raidian established. 」

"Don't fall behind, Stormeye."

「He sees familiar figures, men who were once brothers to him... 」

Stormeye : ——?!

「He has been reunited with the brothers from his wandering days. But they died long ago... 」

"That beer we looted is gonna get warm if you don't drink it quick. What are you so worried about?"

Stormeye : (Soundless words)

"Yeah, the rocks have gotten to my throat, but I can still drink. Haven't gotten my tongue yet."
"You really want to go with those people? Suit yourself. Won't shed any tears for you if you die on that Rhodes Island."
"But... sit a while longer by the fire before you go. The moons are almost up. Don't you want to see them?"

「He had yearned for a peaceful parting with his brothers, but right now all Stormeye feels is anger. 」

<Background 11>

「At the same time, on the other side of Rhodes Island... 」

"Where are you going?"

Ascalon : ......

"You've already found me, Ascalon."
"There's no need to go any further."

<Background fades out and in>

「Only a timely push by Misery saved Ascalon from the flying Originium shrapnel. 」

"We haven't settled our bet yet, Misery."
"Don't get distracted. Look, I still have four rounds left in my gun."

Misery : ......

「Originium is growing rampant, and the appearances of the mysterious Originium enemies are ever more frequent, accompanied by 'illusions' that they cannot help but be distracted by—
The very place itself is trying to drive them out.
Ascalon wants to reach Raidian, to tell her that the Abyss has been located...
But the Originium drowns out all sound.
The deathly silence is a mystery, a tomb made of lead, threatening to drag Rhodes Island into an abyss from which there is no escape— 」

<Background fades out>

[Strange ringing ]

"This is Mantra".
"I've spoken to Dr. Kal'tsit. I will not suffer this mockery of memory and emotion."

「Every operator on Rhodes Island hears Mantra's voice in their head. It is her Originium Arts, the power and fury of which all of them can sense. 」

[The silence shatters. ]

"If it tries to stop us with silence—"
"—Then I will be the voice that connects us."
"Now, I return your voices to you."

<Background 10>

Amiya : It's Mantra!
She's sharing the information that the others have collected.
Ascalon and Misery are close to the Abyss.
They've sent over the Abyss's signal profile to Raidian, who will be able to trace it, even if the spatial environment changes again.
They are currently holding position, helping Raidian establish an information anchor based on their own biosignals.

Doctor : It's too dangerous. / They need reinforcements.

Amiya : Blaze and Rosmontis are on their way. It won't take long.
I'm worried about Dr. Kal'tsit too, Doctor.
Raidian's information indicates that Dr. Kal'tsit is in a dangerous predicament...

Doctor : Regroup at Ascalon and Misery's position.
Then, we'll work together to find a way through the Abyss.
We won't make Kal'tsit wait too long.

Amiya : Yeah. We're able to maintain communications thanks to Raidian and Mantra's Arts, but this puts a lot of stress on both of them.
Time is of the essence, Doctor. Let's go.

「You carefully lead Amiya through a forest of Originium shards. Your ability to precisely predict when and where explosions will occur is a major advantage.
Focused on the path ahead, you fail to notice a little detail on the massive crystal formation that you just passed.
It is not your figures that are reflected in the smooth surface of the Originium crystal.
A Cautus girl with her back to you, her thin, fragile hand held by another, just like you and Amiya right now. 」

Operation story: 15-12

Before operation

Summary

Priestess shows the information contained within Originium to the Cautus Infected—past events that Priestess witnessed, revealing a glimpse of the threat to civilization.

「We peruse and interpret the past and future of our civilization, as a monk seeks a revelation from his god.
Humans enjoy talking about the possible futures for their civilization, do they not?
At first, we flaunted what little vestige of truth we managed to grasp, and attempted to converse with the 'gods'.
We were answered with silence.
Then, we began to observe the fates of our own kind—
Some were less advanced than us, some slightly more so... in the end, what we learned was that death was the inevitable end of all the creations of nature.
And so humanity inferred that this was the revelation the gods never spoke. 」

Gentle Voice : In an instant, we thought we had grasped the truth of the universe.
We carefully 'monopolized' the revelation gained through sacrifice, and preached the inevitability of doom with so-called optimism.
"Death is the inevitable end of all the creations of nature. All we can do is to leave behind the truth before our doom."
You've lived on that ship for some time, and come to know some adorable lifeforms. Do you agree with this assessment?

Hierda : You don't agree with the Presence?

Gentle Voice : I respect them.
They were great people, but most of them were simply fools slightly smarter than the others.

Hierda : Why are you asking me this? And... why have you brought me here?
We were in that corridor just a moment ago.

Gentle Voice : Here or there, it makes no difference.
You have too many questions, questions that this place can answer.

Hierda : What is this place?

Gentle Voice : The graveyard of civilization's memory.

「Towering statues made of unknown materials stand upon the vast expanse.
Ripples spread outwards in every direction, up towards the sky beyond the dark clouds, and down towards the grey-white ground. 」

Gentle Voice : Out in the vastness of the universe, civilization was born, like a drop of water falling into the ocean, leaving ripples in its wake.
They cross paths, love, hate, and eventually die.
The ripples of dead civilizations are forever etched upon this tombstone. Even after the bright stars of the forebears who inspired so many that came after them are long gone—
They still leave behind an incomparable impact on the universe. It is the ripples they left behind that form this land upon which we stand.
Their legacy fosters new civilizations, which in turn leave their own traces upon the universe.

Hierda : But it seems... broken? Like a tree trunk snapped in half.

Gentle Voice : You're not the first to describe it that way.
Once, someone very important to me said the same.
An absolute, ultimate presence tirelessly reaps the branches that sprout from this poor trunk, yet we know nothing about It.

Hierda : What you've shown me is like... a miracle...
You saved me... from disintegration...
...God.

Gentle Voice : 'God'?
I'm just a humble linguist attempting to explain the universe.
My name is Priestess.

<Background 1>

[Slow footsteps ]

Priestess : And, strictly speaking, I did not save you.

Hierda : ——?!

Priestess : Your death has already occurred. I did not intervene in the process of matter being converted to information.
But material destruction is not true death. Information is not so easily erased, and your information was stored in Originium.

Hierda : B-But I can think. I felt I was living when I was on the ship. All this vivid—

Priestess : A stream of data repeated over and over.
I intentionally left behind fragments of history in order to observe our past lives.

Hierda : So this is like a dream?

Priestess : 'Dream' is vague and subjective. Do not allow language to lead you to meaningless self-doubt, before you have touched its fundamental nature.
You may understand this as a snapshot from the past that I have recorded in the form of information.
But it's nothing more than a still frame. There is no future for it.

Hierda : Then why am I here?

Priestess : I saw you at the instant of your death.
Someone disturbed me. It was a coincidence, a whim of probability.

Hierda : So... I'm not special.

Priestess : Oh but you are, Hierda. You, and those like you, are very special.
Originium has shaped you into what you are. You have interacted with Originium in wondrous ways.
Your history and your civilization all exist because of Originium.

Hierda : But Originium has also brought so much pain...

Priestess : Yes. It was a mistake. Your existence was not part of the plan.

Hierda : What?!
Do you mean that the people on Terra shouldn't exist?

Priestess : No, you misunderstand.
Your civilization was born of probability. Just like you, standing here right now, it exists in time on an objective basis.
Born of probability, and lost to probability. It is the most basic rule of the universe.

Hierda : ......

「The Cautus needs time to digest it all.
Originium brought destruction to her, but also consolation and infinite knowledge in this frozen time.
She feels lonely, but no pain. If there is one thing right now that could cause pain, it would be— 」

Hierda : Terra... my home...
It was not blessed by God...

「She turns around to look behind her.
The land stretches as far as the eye can see, rippling like mountains extending infinitely.
She cannot see the end, nor any trace of Terra.
But she knows that the land is just within reach, if she only stretched out her hand. 」

Hierda : Terra.
Is it doomed...?

「The 'god' looks up at the megastructure and does not answer. 」

<Background fades out>

Father Bishop...
Does that future you're always talking about really exist?

<Background 2>

[The landship continues to shake as Originium rapidly grows through its frame. ]

Amiya : Doctor, be careful!
Originium activity in this area far exceeds Dr. Kal'tsit's estimations. Originium crystals are growing at a breakneck pace...
Plus those strange enemies that keep appearing—

「Yet your attention is drawn to the Originium in front of you.
Every shard, every facet...
Reflects the same scene in your eyes— 」

Doctor : I see...
Her silhouette appears on every facet.
There's someone next to her?!

Priestess : I am curious about you, Hierda.
From here, I can observe everything of your world. You are the second being from this civilization to interact with me.
Do you still love your so-called 'great land'?

Hierda : I think so... yes...

Priestess : Even if the pain that it brings you is real and inexorable?

Hierda : Yes...

Priestess : Is this what concerns you?

Hierda : I... I'm not sure what you mean.

Priestess : Only praise for life and the indomitable will. Death has not overcome you.
You came to me in search of an answer regarding the future. We stand now before that answer—
One that cannot be described by language.

<Background 1>

Hierda : —What is it?!

Priestess : Remember that absolute, ultimate presence I mentioned?
It was once thought to be light from a distant star.

「The Cautus looks up almost instinctively. Dark clouds cover the sky, blanketing the plain in darkness. 」

「Then, a faint light breaks through a crack in the clouds. Looking upon the light, masses of people cheer and exclaim.
The Cautus feels as though she were among those masses. 」

Hierda : I'm witnessing—

Priestess : History.

「Then, the ray of light bursts into a rainbow spectrum, as though the universe were painting upon a black canvas. 」

Priestess : In their last moments, the pious souls continued to pray to the mysterious blessing of the universe.
The people of reason, the scientists, they boarded their flying machines and flew into the light, hoping to touch the truth up close.

Hierda : (There's no movement? Why isn't anything happening, now that they've gone into the light?)

Priestess : The idealists, the conservatives, denounced the enemy for invading the space that had belonged to them from their first moment of sentience.
They brashly directed their most dangerous weapons towards the prismatic sky.

「The gentle light accepted all, neither exploding nor fighting back.
The light followed its determined path, ignoring the agitated souls beneath, though chaos and death had already begun to spread amongst them. 」

Hierda : W-What's happening?

Priestess : Do you want to go into the light?

Hierda : ...?!

「The Cautus feels her vision climb upwards, over the agitated crowd, over the burning mountains, over the dark clouds.
She can almost reach out and touch the rainbow light.
Weapons powerful enough to destroy an entire planet fly past her into the light without a sound. Ships that can sail the stars fall powerlessly to the ground. 」

Priestess : They resisted.
They prayed.
They tried to sway the cold light with all things bright and beautiful that they had created over millennia—
But the light was unwavering, cold like deep space.
The light passed over the planet and left. All was silent.

「The Cautus finds herself gazing into deep space, at the broken remains of the celestial body.
It is like the sight that the Presence was gazing at, that she was curious about, when she gazed upon the Presence. 」

Hierda : It's... all gone... why?

「From whence did the doom come? Why did it come? Did it leave? Where did it go? What happened to all the lives—
Then she sees it.
Only broken remains are left upon the ruined surface of the planet, when the light of the star once again shines upon it. The planetary fragments break through the bonds of gravity and scatter to infinite space. 」

Priestess : It was once a flourishing civilization that marked those fragments.
No one could ever be prepared for It.
Even the wisest, most knowledgeable sages of this civilization had hoped for some premonition, some warning before the coming of the doom.
Unfortunately...

「The Cautus witnessed the death of the gods, the powerlessness of the gods. For a moment, she even forgot how to fear. 」

Hierda : Is this... the history that you experienced?

Priestess : No. It's simply one of countless fragments that we captured.
This single glimpse could hardly compare to what I experienced for myself.
The answer that you seek is not yet complete. Listen to the sounds that emerge from the ruins.

Hierda : The rocks that come from deep space—

Priestess : Comets. Sometimes, they are the bringers of the seed of life; other times, they do little more than fill the silence of a dead planet.

Hierda : Where do they come from?

Priestess : Anywhere, perhaps even another destroyed planet, the marks of a lost civilization still etched upon it.

「The gravity of the dead planet begins to draw in guests from deep space, and it begins to be made whole again. 」

Hierda : Those ships floating in deep space—

Priestess : Explorers, seekers, colonizers, perhaps even plunderers, coming from far away.
They, too, accelerate the evolution of civilization.

Hierda : Do you mean that's what happened to Terra?

Priestess : Your greed has gotten the better of your fear.
What you learn cannot be unlearned, Hierda. Having glimpsed a vestige of truth, are you willing to go back into the darkness of ignorance?

<Background 1>

「The Cautus continues to stand before the imposing 'gravestone'.
She touches the ripples upon it and trembles. 」

Hierda : Every mark is the end of a civilization... only now do I truly feel—
Can I stay here and learn?
You have shown me the key to the answer. I have to comprehend all this knowledge on my own.

Priestess : Even though this is only a fragment of time, frozen forever?

Hierda : ...Yes.

Priestess : You're very much like us.
You may roam this place and anywhere on Rhodes Island freely, to seek the answer that you crave.
As for whether you want to stay here, or go back to the Terra that you loved so much...
I will respect whatever choice you make. We will meet again soon.

Hierda : Y-You're leaving? Where are you going?

Priestess : Someone has been waiting for me.
...For far too long.

[Mechanical whirring ]

「Unauthorized 3rd-party plugin deleted. Default settings restored.
Expired administrator access detected. Intercepting...
Repair module self-diagnosis in progress...
Progress: ■ ■ ■ 」

<Background 3>

[Comms buzzing ]

Kal'tsit : I've received your inquiry, Closure.
PRTS is denying all access requests. We've lost administrator permissions and we do not have the ability to retake PRTS.

Closure : Kal'tsit?!
Finally, an answer!
Where are you? The Doctor and Amiya are coming over to help!
Bad news. PRTS is taking over all equipment on the ship, including the engines.

Kal'tsit : I know. I'm fighting for Rhodes Island's last chance.
Closure, warn the Doctor and Amiya—
She's waking up.

Operation story: 15-13

After operation

Summary

Kal'tsit gets unexpected help in the Sarcophagus. She cuts off her connection with Mon3tr, freeing it, and restoring communications between the operators on the ship, who come together to fight the rampaging PRTS.

<Background 1>

[The Sarcophagus door slowly grinds open. ]

「Kal'tsit enters the Sarcophagus.
She had once stood watch over this very Sarcophagus, waiting for an elusive speck of hope from the Sarcophagus's master.
Transcending the temporal constraints of civilization, this space leads to the secrets in the deepest reaches of the ship. 」

[The door grinds shut. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[Alarm blaring ]

「Warning: Unauthorized access detected.
Identifying... ID confirmed.
ID: AMa-10 」

Kal'tsit : The Sarcophagus has my profile?
Time is of the essence. I must connect to the core databanks of PRTS.

「Accessing PRTS... 」

[Alarm blaring ]

「Warning: No administrator privileges. Access will be restricted. 」

[Alarm blaring ]

「Warning: Unable to load repair module. Adaptation incomplete— 」

[Alarm blaring ]

「Warning: Error. Error. Errorerrorerrorerror— 」

[After the alarms blare some more, the interface starts beeping. ]

「Identifying... ID confirmed.
ID: Kal'tsit 」

Kal'tsit : ——?!

[Electronic jingle ]

「Virtual machine loading complete. 」

[A hologram of Oracle appears. ]

??? : (Unknown language) Dear Kal'tsit. If you have triggered this encrypted AI model, that means the hopes I left behind have been impeded—

Oracle : (Unknown language) Perhaps I myself have come to an untimely end.

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) Dr. {nickname}...

Oracle : (Unknown language) You are surprised by my appearance, Kal'tsit. Have I failed?

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) The future of Terra is yet unknown.
(Unknown language) I never expected to see you again, Dr. {nickname}—

Oracle : (Unknown language) This is simply an encrypted program encoded within my cognition model.
(Unknown language) It analyses data input and provides an appropriate response. In other words, it does not possess my emotions or memories.

Kal'tsit : ......

Oracle : (Unknown language) I do not wish to disappoint you again, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) ...Why did you leave it behind?

Oracle : (Unknown language) Because of you.
(Unknown language) I know that you will only return here when all hope seems lost, in search of one last chance.
(Unknown language) By then, however, I'm afraid that even I am unable to turn things around.

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) You cannot help me anymore?

Oracle : (Unknown language) My Sarcophagus will render what assistance is possible, to the extent that it is possible for me...
(Unknown language) Even when It descends upon us.

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) I didn't come to seek sanctuary, Dr. {nickname}, but it's true that danger is very near.
(Unknown language) I need your help to take back PRTS.

Oracle : (Unknown language) That will be difficult.
(Unknown language) The core databank of PRTS will deny access to the individual known as AMa-10. She has set this as an absolute prohibition.

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) Is there no way around it?

Oracle : (Unknown language) Perhaps there is one.
(Unknown language) If you are no longer AMa-10.

Kal'tsit : ......

Oracle : (Unknown language) AMa-10's gemini cycle system has granted you immortality. It appears that the two individuals in the cycle have diverged over the ages.
(Unknown language) Violence and wisdom, conflict and understanding... such evolution represents the most basic power of life.
(Unknown language) But these were duties forced upon you. They have become your shackles.
(Unknown language) Now, I empower you to lay down your duty.
(Unknown language) This is the final gift that I can confer upon you by way of the Sarcophagus, but the ultimate decision is yours.

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) What reason is there to hesitate?

Oracle : (Unknown language) I must remind you that this is extremely dangerous.
(Unknown language) When you become the interface to PRTS itself, the functions of the Sarcophagus will cause great harm to your physical form.
(Unknown language) The energy supply of the Sarcophagus is insufficient to fulfill your request and protect you at the same time.
(Unknown language) Sanctuary will become torment, and you will forfeit any chance to extend your life. Are you sure you want to do this?

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) I am sure.

Oracle : (Unknown language) I respect your decision.
(Unknown language) Goodbye.

「Backup power is now online.
PRTS permissions updated. Administrator permissions confirmed.
Welcome back, Dr. {nickname}. 」

[Alarm blaring ]

「Warning: Repair module has been disabled due to insufficient power.
All communication module channels open. Communications receiver module overclocking procedure completed.
Connecting to local PRTS databank... connection complete. 」

[Rumbling and mechanical beeping ]

Kal'tsit : ......

[Alarm blaring ]

「Warning: Operator vital signs unstable. Unable to load repair module. 」

[The Sarcophagus starts charging up... ]

<Background fades to white>

「Kal'tsit feels intense pain.
With her mind connected to the Sarcophagus, vast amounts of data on a civilizational scale begin transmitting with her as the medium.
She sees the main server beneath Laterano...
The silent preservation room...
The Caerula Arbor deep beneath the waves...
The Shadow-Moon rising from the megastructure on the dark side of Terra...
Time and space are compressed into a single web within Kal'tsit's consciousness. She sees all of Terra, and all of Rhodes Island.
She gains a connection to everything.
At the same time, however, the connection between her and Mon3tr, one that has existed for ten thousand years and more, grows weaker by the moment. 」

Kal'tsit : ...Dr.{nickname}... this duty is not a shackle.
It was always my choice.

[The alarms start blaring repeatedly. ]

「Warning: Operator vital signs unstable. Unable to load repair module.
Warning: Operator vital signs unstable. Unable to load repair module.
Warning: Unknown error.
Warning: Unknown error.
Warning: Unknown error.
Warning: Unknown error. 」

Kal'tsit : I have no idea what lies ahead, Mon3tr.
This is the only thing I can do for you before I go to face her.
The rest is up to you.

「Kal'tsit breaks the limits that her creator placed upon her.
In exchange for half of her life, she is reborn. 」

<Background Black>

「Outside the Sarcophagus, Mon3tr roars in anxiety and bewilderment. It has lost track of Kal'tsit for the first time.
The connection between it and Kal'tsit has been completely severed. 」

Kal'tsit : I am not going to the far side of Terra. She is here.
Right here by my side.

<Background 2>

「Administrator access detected. Permission verified.
Welcome, Dr. {nickname}. 」

[Kal'tsit approaches. ]

Kal'tsit : I've found you.

<Background flashes>

「......
You're not {nickname}.
AMa-10? 」

Kal'tsit : My name is Kal'tsit.

「You have crossed the line. 」

Kal'tsit : And what of it—
(Unknown language) Priestess.

「Kal'tsit finally speaks her name.
You are uploading unvalidated data, AMa-10.
But you will not see it through to the end. 」

Kal'tsit : Is that so?
I'm no longer fighting on my own.

<Background fades out>

Kal'tsit : I can see you, Raidian.
I'm fighting for control of PRTS. Time is short.
Trace my signal.
I will be your eyes.

<Background 3>

Fifty-seven minutes from the start of the incident

Doctor : Can you do it, Raidian?

Raidian : Yes, but some compartments are still not responding. They may have taken too much damage.
I've captured the bioelectrical signals of other colleagues. Comparing with environmental data—
Generating ship-wide scan...

Doctor : Get ready to synchronize all signals, Mantra!

「You hear Mantra's calm, collected voice in your head. 」

Mantra : All active operators on Rhodes Island have been located. Ready to synchronize data from Raidian at any time.

Raidian : Scan is complete, Mantra!

「"Synchronization complete."
"Attention all hands, this is Mantra speaking."
"You are currently seeing in your mind real-time scan data of Rhodes Island's current state."
"Perhaps you are under attack from unknown sources, or isolated and lost."
"But we are now taking back the initiative, under the direction of Dr. Kal'tsit."
"The scale of the current emergency exceeds the scope of individual discretion. You are hereby directed to act in accordance with my instructions."
"Rendezvous with nearby operators as soon as reasonably possible under your individual circumstances."
"Regularly monitor the status of your protective equipment and avoid high-threat areas if at all possible."
"Elite Operators Touch and Pith are conducting cleanup operations outside of the core area. They will be in touch with you to direct regroup efforts."
"The scale of the task before you must not be underestimated."
"The Doctor has designated a Conflict Zone, Quarantine Zone, and Buffer Zone, in reverse order of their proximity to the Abyss."
"While making every effort to ensure your own safety, you are to work on maintaining the Buffer Zone and delaying the expansion of the anomaly."
"There is reason to believe that this crisis is impacting far more than just Rhodes Island—" 」

<Background 3>

Fifty-eight minutes from the start of the incident

Alanna : Cleanup of the two adjacent zones is complete.
The scattered personnel have regrouped under the direction of Operator Raidian.

Pith : Are you hurt?

Alanna : It's not that bad. Closure's protective equipment was more effective than I expected.

Touch : But it's not enough to deal with the dangers of extended exposure to high-Originium environments.
Your squad cannot participate in this next operation. Get some rest in the safe areas of the Buffer Zone once you have received treatment.
With the witchcraft defenses designed by Logos and Mechanist, you should face much less pressure there.

Alanna : But—

Touch : This is an order. Don't worry, I won't allow anything to happen to any operator under my charge.

Pith : Once the ship has stopped, you'll need to direct the other squads to evacuate and establish a larger Buffer Zone around the ship.
Rest and get ready. Leave this to us.
I hope things go as well on Sharp and Stormeye's side...

「"The status of the engines is unclear. There is a risk of collision with objects on the ship's course."
"We are taking all possible measures to reduce the possibility of this occurring. We will issue the warning to brace for impact, if necessary."
"The ship will be brought to a stop once we regain control of the engines."
"Once we do, Rhodes Island will proceed to establish a new Buffer Zone around the ship to prevent further spread of the anomaly." 」

<Background 4>

Sixty-one minutes from the start of the incident

[Wind blowing ]

Sharp : From this vantage point, it seems the ship is still accelerating.

Stormeye : Not as much as it had been. What Logos is doing is working.
Let's trust our comrades. We've got plenty on our plate as it is—evacuating people and eliminating potential threats on the ship's path.
Brace yourself. We're accelerating.

Sharp : I have visual on the mobile mining platform. It's possible that the ship will run into it.
Stay on the current course, Stormeye. I'm dropping into the target location in twenty seconds to evacuate the crew of the platform.

[The aircraft door opens. ]

Stormeye : Approaching target.

Sharp : See you in a moment.

[Sharp drops off from the aircraft. ]

「"The Conflict Zone surrounding the Abyss is the key area that we must break through."
"The elite operators have conferred and unanimously voted to break into the Abyss together."
"We are the knife that cuts through the darkness, and we are Rhodes Island's last line of defense."
"Do not let fear avert your eyes, comrades."
"Trust in my voice. Trust in Dr. Kal'tsit."
"Trust in Rhodes Island." 」

<Background 5>

Rhodes Island Landship, Mobility Layer

Logos : Seems like you've eliminated the threat.

[Footsteps approach ]

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : I saw lots of familiar faces before you came.

「The floor is littered with broken Originium crystals, a sign of the ferocious battle that just occurred here.
The boiler worker sighs and picks up a broken epaulet made of Originium. 」

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : These Originium things just won't die. I recognize the faces they wear...
Some of them I strangled with my own hands, others went away to a far away place. But I don't suppose there are many left of those who left.

Logos : You're not surprised about the things that are happening?

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : There are many secrets on this ship.
But all I care about is my boilers. That's the one thing I asked Her Highness to let me do.
I need your help, Aefanyl—
I can't get the boilers to cool down, and there wouldn't be anyone here to watch them if I left.

Logos : The facilities of the mobility layer are spread out across a large area. Even you can't deal with everything.

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : The control system is completely shot. I don't have the tools to manually calibrate the engines.
Trying to brute force it would be even more dangerous. The Originium particle density in the air is way past the warning line.

Logos : "Separate."

[Logos writes in the air with his bone pen. ]

Logos : There is room in the trappings of machinery for words to pass through. I will slow down the supply of fuel to the engine.

「He waves his bone pen, and incantations emerge from its tip, passing through the steel walls and expanding outwards. 」

Logos : "Stay."

[His Arts radiate outward. ]

Logos : I shall embrace Rhodes Island with words.
I will pull it back.

<Background 6>

[Low rumbling ]

Warfarin : The ship is slowing down.
None of us is giving up, Chloe.
Our efforts are not futile. We will not allow them to be futile.
I guarantee that they will receive your gift...

Trapped Originium Entity : (Struggles)

Warfarin : You'll be free soon. The latest data have been uploaded to Kal'tsit. Once it's validated—

「The Originium entity shatters silently, every last fragment removed from the lab through the ventilation system.
This strange thing will trouble Warfarin no more. 」

Warfarin : ...Success.

「But she finds little joy in it. 」

<Background 3>

Amiya : The ship is slowing down. Logos has been successful.
About the course that Logos brought up... Dr. Kal'tsit has charted three possible courses.
There is one thing in common among all three predictions.
They all end in the Targangils Prime Vein. I believe that is the course that PRTS has set.

Doctor : This ship is being guided towards the vein?

Amiya : However, the predicted course that best matches the current course will take us through a major canyon.
It's unlikely that we'll be able to traverse it.

Doctor : ......
Don't you find it strange?

Amiya : Definitely strange. All the threats that we're dealing with right now don't seem bent on completely destroying Rhodes Island.
Losing PRTS, the appearance of the Originium entities, the shifts in the ship's internals, the change of course... none of these things would truly destroy us.

[Comms buzzing ]

Warfarin : I have a breakthrough regarding the Originium monsters, Dr. {nickname}.
After uploading the experiment data to Kal'tsit, she has modified the bottom-level logic of Originium Arc and distributed the upgrade package to all operators.
It will allow them to more effectively deal with these Originium entities.

Doctor : Upgrade? / Where did your data come from?

Warfarin : Let's have a long chat, you and I and Kal'tsit, after we get out of this mess.
That's all I have to say.
...I still have patients to attend to.

[Comms disconnecting ]

Amiya : Dr. Warfarin...
Whatever the case, Dr. Warfarin and Kal'tsit have taken care of a big problem for us.
But all these threats only serve to delay our solution to the problem.
Is it possible that the one we're facing doesn't want to be our enemy, Dr. {nickname}?

Doctor : More likely, they just have no choice.
We'll know what's going on once we're in the Abyss.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Give me a location on Closure, Raidian.

Raidian : You got it, Doctor.
I've located her signal. Communicating with Mantra.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Pass the word on to Closure, Mantra.

Mantra : One moment.
I'm getting the location from Raidian right now.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Mantra : Ready.

Doctor : How are things going on your side, Closure?

[Comms buzzing ]

Closure : We analyzed the structural changes recorded by Raidian, and it seems like the shifts correspond to certain cyclical patterns.
It's just that the data sample from each individual cycle is so vast and disorganized that we thought the changes occurred at random.
It's all thanks to Mechanist that we managed to figure it out.

[Comms buzzing ]

Mechanist : Wasn't so complicated after all, once you had data of sufficient quantity and accuracy.
Also, Closure and I have created a provisional model that we can use to calculate and plan a route.

Closure : In other words, the spatial shifting won't trouble us for a while.

Doctor : There's no time to waste then.
We'll attempt to penetrate the Abyss.
Before that, we must assemble and provide support to Kal'tsit.
I know where she is.

<Background 7>

Misery : These damn things just won't stop coming—

[An Originium Reunion soldier approaches from behind before being shattered to pieces by a blade. ]

Misery : ——?!

[Ascalon approaches. ]

Ascalon : You're too slow.
Now's the time for you to get out.

「Misery shakes his head. 」

Misery : We don't have nearly enough intel.
This is the closest place to the Abyss that we've reached. We're the only people who've gotten this far, and the only ones who can help Raidian locate it—

Ascalon : That's not what you're really thinking about.

Misery : I don't want to be too slow again.
Isn't that the same for you, Ascalon?

[Comms buzzing ]

Mantra's Voice : Rosmontis and Blaze's squad is approaching your location, but they've run into a small problem.
They've been delayed.

<Background 7>

「Blaze scratches her head and looks at Rosmontis helplessly. 」

Blaze : How do we handle this, kitten?

Rosmontis : I... I'm not sure.

[The corrupted Operation Platforms approach the two Elite Operators. ]

Abnormal Justice Knight : ......

Abnormal THRM-EX : ......

Abnormal Castle-3 : ......

Abnormal Lancet-2 : ......

Rosmontis : The buggies are still preparing to attack us.
I don't want to harm them.

Blaze : Why did they suddenly lose control when we approached this area—
Wait, Friston-3! Stop!

[Friston-3 screeches to a halt before them. ]

Friston-3 : No, I'm not going to ram you or breathe fire at you like the kids. I'm perfectly normal.
Now, let me through. Time is short, and my patience even shorter.

Operation story: 15-14

Before operation

Summary

Friston-3 brings the buggies back under control. The elite operators move to rendezvous with the Doctor. Mission objective: Support Kal'tsit and penetrate the Abyss.

<Background 1>

「Playlist 'Golden Oldies' selected... 」

[Tape clicks and starts playing ]

「Resuming from previous playback—
—My love♪
Blows the blossoms on the hills—♪ 」

Blaze : ...?!
Now's not the time for karaoke, Friston-3!

Friston-3 : You think I wanted to do that?!
My playback module is customized, and I don't have the remote—
Damn you, Closure!
Blaze! Watch out for Justice Knight!
Which damnable subdirectory did Closure put my code synchronization function in?!

「—Gonna give you my tears♪
Save my precious—♪ 」

Blaze : Kitten, on my six. Justice Knight has me in her sights—

[Rosmontis uses her tactical equipment to create a shield. ]

Rosmontis : Got it. Whoa, almost hit Justice Knight—

[THRM-EX rams into Blaze. ]

Blaze : Ouch! Stop running into me!

Abnormal THRM-EX : (Rams with burning heat)
Burn, burning—Boom... mmmmmmmmm—

「—No matter who♪
Whispers of love, one trap one lifetime♪ 」

[Blaze starts using her fiery Arts. ]

Blaze : Alright, THRM-EX! Let's see who burns brighter!

Rosmontis : Hey, don't hurt the buggies—

Blaze : I know! I got this.

Abnormal Castle-3 : Protect, protect, friends—

Abnormal Lancet-2 : You need healing, Friston-3.

Friston-3 : I guess I should thank Closure for fitting that energy barrier generator—

「—Here's my most beloved♪
You shine in my tears—♪ 」

Blaze : Friston-3! How long do you need?

Friston-3 : The synchronization module is ready, but I can't jump across this Originium.

Rosmontis : I'll make a path for you. Now!

「Friston-3 accelerates up the ramp and takes flight. 」

<Background flashes>

「As he spins in mid-air, he can not help but throw a photo out. 」

[Friston-3 lands with a thud. ]

Friston-3 : (Man, it's been so long... so long since I moved like this.)
(That synchronized transmission system that you boasted about had better work, Closure...)
Guide these crazy carts into position and immobilize them. I'll fix them!

「—A gift to you♪
This love in my heart—♪ 」

Friston-3 : I have a connection!

[Electronic glitching ]

<Background 2>

「The song continues to echo in the empty desert.
—A gift to you♪
This love in my heart—♪ 」

Trevor Friston : ......

「There is no question that the playback module has malfunctioned, playing Closure's favorite ballads over and over, as though this scene were supposed to be some tear-jerker.
But what he is actually doing is sharing the dream of inevitable parting with a few buggies that do not even have minds of their own, sharing his deepest memories as a human.
Trevor Friston would have no shortage of profanities to spew, if he could spew them. 」

Lancet-2 : What's this place...? I thought we were trapped in a... in a... uh...
I don't remember anything—

"Justice Knight" : Beep beep! Anomalous target detected!
Who are you?!

Trevor Friston : Use your brains, whatever they're made of!
Closure says you're supposed to be smart!

[Mechanical beeping ]

Castle-3 : That voice, that tone... y-you're Friston-3!
But Friston-3 isn't as tall as you are.

THRM-EX : No, he is Friston-3! I feel a familiar warmth from him—
Warmth... how come I can't feel my own warmth anymore—

Trevor Friston : Ugh, this is such a headache.

[Friston reverts to his buggy form. ]

Friston-3 : Maybe this will make you feel better.

Lancet-2 : ......
What is this place?

Friston-3 : My dream. A dream that was a surprise to me too.
Now shut up and listen.
Something is wrong with PRTS. I have a pretty good idea of what's going on. Someone made your cognitive modules go haywire, and you were wreaking havoc all over the place. I had no choice but to put a stop to it.

"Justice Knight" : Beep beep. Justice Knight does not understand.

Friston-3 : ......
Basically, I'm rewriting your bottom-layer code with my core code. I'll ensure that your memory modules remain intact, of course.
This will take some time. In order to make sure that you stay put during this time, I had to connect your cognitive modules to mine.
The side effect is... *expletive from an unknown language* I share my dreams involuntarily.

Lancet-2 : What is going on, Friston-3?

Friston-3 : A friend of mine is waking up from a long slumber.

Lancet-2 : ......

THRM-EX : ......

Castle-3 : ......

Friston-3 : Stop thinking. It'll overload your brains.
What you need to do is walk with me before things come to a close. The gathering is about to begin...

[The Operation Platforms travel across the sand. ]

<Background 3>

[Fireworks explode in the sky as people cheer. ]

「A blonde dances joyfully in the camp filled with lights and ribbons. 」

[Treads spinning ]

THRM-EX : It is a party!

Friston-3 : No... a wedding. My daughter's wedding.

Lancet-2 : Are we not going to join, Friston-3?

Friston-3 : We'll watch from here. I don't want to go there, because it means I'll once again—

Lancet-2 : Are you sad?

Friston-3 : ...You can tell?

Lancet-2 : Of course! Are we not the same?

Castle-3 : You said someone made our cognitive modules go haywire. Why did you help us?

Friston-3 : No particularly special reason. Like Lancet-2 said, we're the same... at least we are now, on Rhodes Island.
Life on this ship is peaceful. I won't say I like it, but compared to that dream without an end, those unrealized futures, it's not as...
It's not as bad.

[People cheering ]

「Trevor Friston can hear the familiar laughter of his daughter.
A wedding that he must miss, a promise that he must break. Perhaps, if he did not go any closer, he would not have to watch her walk away... 」

Friston-3 : ...Code overwrite complete. Let's go home.

[Treads spinning ]

「He does not wish to stay there, not even for a moment longer. 」

<Background 1>

Lancet-2 : ...?!
What happened to Rhodes Island?

Blaze : Friston-3? Are they all back to normal?

Friston-3 : For now.
I rewrote the sections of their code associated with PRTS, ensuring their basic operation with my own core code.

Blaze : Great. Now we can go and help Misery's team, kitten.

Rosmontis : Where are you going next, Friston-3?

Friston-3 : I'll have a meeting with the kids, now that they've woken up. There should be something that we can help with.
I'll talk to Closure. I've got a score to settle with her anyway.

<Background 4>

[Comms buzzing ]

Closure : Looks like the buggies are back to normal for now, Amiya.

Amiya : What about Mr. Friston?

Closure : Well, he seems a little pissed at me... other than that, everything looks alright.
Great idea, rewriting PRTS-associated code with his own. Would have been a lot of trouble otherwise.

Amiya : Are all our PRTS permissions gone?

Closure : I'm afraid so.
PRTS is actively blocking all of our access. All of its operations take place in a black box now.
Kal'tsit is fighting to take control, but I'm not sure how long she can keep it up.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Cut off the core power supply of PRTS.

Closure : Cutting off the core power supply means going into the Abyss directly. It's risky.

Amiya : I'll protect the Doctor.
Besides, we're not alone. The elite operators stand with us.
I'm not abandoning the Doctor or Rhodes Island.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Manually activate the backup system and fight for control over the ship.

Closure : My ZOOT system is unable to fully wrestle control from PRTS.
Kal'tsit and I have done simulations about this sort of situation.
By force-booting it with the ship's power, it may be able to temporarily establish control over certain non-core areas...
But all outcomes end with destruction of its core components due to overload.

Amiya : You've already made a decision, haven't you?

Closure : Hah, I can get to work right now.
If I can make one, I can make another.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : Let's prepare both options.
We will activate the backup command system at the same time as we attempt to penetrate the Abyss.

<Background 5>

Closure : Now, you're finally coming online.
I've waited for this moment for too long. Let me take a good look at you—

[She activates ZOOT. ]

「Closure awaits with anxious anticipation. She had longed for the day when it would truly come online, just as much as she had feared it.
For it would mean that Rhodes Island was once again in desperate straits— 」

[Electronic beeping ]

「..................
ZOOT command system online. Updating permission log...
Original administrator privileges detected. Confirm key...
Key command 'Machine Oil Aesthete'. Verification complete.
Welcome back, Closure.
Awakening all backup nodes.
Loading... 」

[Alarm blaring ]

「Warning: Awakening failed. Unable to bypass PRTS restrictions. 」

[Closure types on her keyboard. ]

Closure : ...Activate overload.

「Backup power detected. Source—Rhodes Island mobility layer. 71% remaining. 」

[Alarm blaring ]

「Warning: Overload mode will greatly reduce equipment lifespan.
Estimated power remaining in minutes: Sixty-one.
Overload mode activated.
Awakening all backup nodes... 」

[Alarm starts blaring repeatedly ]

「Warning: PRTS incursion!
Warning: ZOOT core program is being overwritten—
Warning: Insufficient power to continue operating the ZOOT system— 」

[Closure types faster. ]

Closure : Wait! Hang in there, 'Zeroth Order Oil Tank'!
Dammit. It's all or nothing!

[Alarm blaring repeatedly ]

「Warning: Severe core component damage.
Warning: Insufficient backup power. Time remaining: Twenty-one minutes.
Communications are online. 」

Closure : We're being attacked by PRTS, Doctor. ZOOT will coordinate defenses with Kal'tsit.
The rest is up to you!

<Background 1>

[Comms buzzing ]

Doctor : All personnel, comm check.

Raidian : In position.

Mantra : Acknowleged.

Misery : Waiting for you on the front lines.

Logos : Moving to rendezvous point.

[Comms buzzing ]

Mechanist : Be right there.

Rosmontis : I'm here, Doctor.

Blaze : It's been a long time since we've had a good brawl together!

Sharp : The Bad Guy has returned. Moving to rendezvous.

[Comms buzzing ]

Stormeye : Give me a minute.

Pith : I'm here.

Touch : Assembling.

Ascalon : Waiting for you.

[Comms buzzing ]

Doctor : Objectives updated.
Priority objective—support Kal'tsit.
Core objective—enter Abyss and cut off PRTS's core power supply.

[Static crackling ]

「Progress: ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■
...... 」

[Electronic jingle ]

「Welcome back, Administrator. 」

Operation story: 15-15

After operation

Summary

The Rhodes Island team rescues a weakened Kal'tsit from the Sarcophagus. They prepare to enter the Abyss and face the threat from within Rhodes Island—the core of the rampaging PRTS, and perhaps an awakened Priestess.

<Background 1>

「"Life". A concept so vague, yet so fascinating.
We've gotten used to treating any individual that thinks like us as life, for no other reason than the fact that they're like us.
For no other reason than that we all fight death to the bitter end for our own survival.
But this is hubris, {nickname}. 」

[Stormeye shoots an Originium Reunion soldier with his bow. ]

Stormeye : Target eliminated.

Closure : Stormeye. Four o'clock. Two-round burst fire.

Stormeye : At the wall supports?

「Stormeye is confused, but fires two arrows in rapid succession without hesitation. 」

[The walls suddenly shift and Stormeye's arrows hit the hostile enemies instead. ]

Stormeye : The environment changed the instant I fired! The obstacle disappeared, and the rounds hit the enemy...
How did you do that?

Closure : It wasn't me. It was ZOOT who did the calculations.
Now, jump down at your six o'clock. Don't worry about the Originium shards in the hole.

Stormeye : Hah.

[Comms disconnecting ]

「He jumps, and his surroundings change again, causing him to fall endlessly, until his fall is arrested by a rope of incantations. 」

Logos : Closure's calculations were spot-on.
I've been waiting here.

Stormeye : What now?

Logos : Follow instructions and go in with eyes shut.

<Background fades out>

「We praise the courage of struggle and celebrate the virtue of defiance.
And so the lives that follow the same way of thinking join the procession of slim hope.
Before a true god, however...
Our struggle must seem utterly insignificant to It.
Perhaps It never even took notice. 」

<Background fades in>

[Explosions and rumbling sounds ]

Rosmontis : All hostiles in sight have been eliminated.
Quarantine zone line of defense established.

Blaze : Good job, kitten!
Shame you didn't leave a few for me.
What's next, Closure?

[Comms buzzing ]

Closure : Thirty seconds.
The next wave of enemies will appear at twelve o'clock. Eliminate with extreme prejudice.
It will open a path to the route that the Doctor must take.

Blaze : Good! More pain for the culprit.
How about I get first dibs this time, kitten?

<Background fades out>

「You don't agree with me, do you, {nickname}?
There is no certainty that this is the key to the truth. But, after ascertaining that the foreseen despair will destroy all that we worked for—
We must grasp what hope we can reach in our hands.
I have poured too much love into the miracle of life, that I see ever more clearly the weakness and flaws that we cannot cast aside.
How do I trust everyone whom I love? How do I trust... you? 」

<Background fades in>

Mechanist : Closure! It's not working!
The surrounding structures are beginning to contract! They're trying to crush me!
The drones I sent out aren't finding any viable routes. The reinforced supports won't last long.

[Comms buzzing ]

Closure : I'm working on it!
ZOOT is trying to process a LOT of data simultaneously. Give her some time!
Six, five, four, three, two... one!
Mechanist! Look up!

Mechanist : ...?

<Background shakes>

「In the shadow, the ceiling begins to warp, then a cold blade cuts open a path leading to the unknown.
A hand emerges from the gap. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Misery's Voice : Someone said you needed a hand?
As they say, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.
Hang on tight, Mechanist!
Everyone's waiting for you.

<Background 2>

[Rumbling ]

「I cannot accurately predict when we will meet again—
But I am certain that when that time comes, we will have lost all that we have now.
No life can defy death forever, and those who have passed do not meet again at the end of time.
But I hope that I will see you again there... {nickname}. 」

[Mon3tr finds itself surrounded by Originium Creations. ]

Mon3tr : (Angry roar)
(Howls)
(Charges energy)
(Fires an energy beam)

[KABOOM! ]

「The beam burns a massive hole through the blockade of Originium entities, raking its way into the distance, cutting the entities down in swathes—
Then, it is stopped by some kind of force. 」

??? : Good hit, good hit!

[Blaze and Rosmontis walk into the room... ]

Blaze : Just be careful you don't hit the Doctor, Mon3tr.

Rosmontis : We're in position.

[...followed by the other Elite Operators. ]

「You lead the team out of the darkness. 」

Doctor : Kal'tsit is here.

Mon3tr : (Shakes body in joy)

Doctor : Support Mon3tr. / Neutralize all enemies around the Sarcophagus.

Ascalon : Coordinate with me.

Misery : No problem.

Logos : Incantations with you.

Mechanist : Is that the Sarcophagus? It was hidden inside the ship all along?

Doctor : Where I first woke up...

[Comms buzzing ]

Closure : Kal'tsit's signal is weakening!
We have to get inside.

Touch : Is Kal'tsit in there?
It's not looking good for her, based on what Raidian said.

Raidian : We need to get her out of there ASAP, Dr. {nickname}.
I'm worried for her safety, if we delay any longer.

Pith : We can't act rashly. We don't know what the situation is with Kal'tsit and the Sarcophagus.
Combat logs indicate that someone came into contact with the Sarcophagus in Chernobog, causing a reaction that nobody expected.

Doctor : Kal'tsit's different.
Leave it to me. / Cover me.

「You walk towards the Sarcophagus without hesitation.
You touch the cold Sarcophagus... it answers.
No, Kal'tsit answers. 」

Doctor : We must press onwards together.

[The Sarcophagus grinds open. ]

Amiya : ......
Dr. Kal'tsit—

Weak Voice : You've come at a good time.
What's the situation... of Rhodes Island...?

「You extend your hand to the one in the Sarcophagus. 」

Doctor : Everyone's safe. / Thanks to you.
Welcome back, Kal'tsit.

「She takes your hand. You have never felt such weakness from her. 」

Doctor : You don't look so good. / What happened?

Kal'tsit : Don't worry about me...
It wasn't easy, trying to access PRTS through the Sarcophagus. But I did find a surprising gift.
I'll share more information about PRTS and Priestess with you.

Mon3tr : (Anxious howl)

Kal'tsit : Don't worry, Mon3tr. I'm still standing before you.
I won't abandon you.
I've located a path into the Abyss, Dr. {nickname}.
It's time we put an end to this.
The interference is strong here. We're very close to the Abyss.

Amiya : But there is no path. The Abyss has completely concealed itself—

Kal'tsit : I can pinpoint its precise location at this range.

「Standing before the wall in the deepest reaches, Kal'tsit takes a deep breath.
She has never been this far in— 」

Mon3tr : (Anxious growl)

Doctor : Don't worry, Mon3tr. / I'm with her.

「You walk to Kal'tsit's side. 」

Amiya : I'm with you too, Dr. Kal'tsit.

Doctor : Rhodes Island faces threats unitedly.

Kal'tsit : Maybe... things will be different this time.
I have retained certain permissions by way of the Sarcophagus. I'll open a path.

「Kal'tsit touches the wall that separates you and the Abyss. 」

<Background shakes>

<Background 3>

[Alarms blaring ]

「Warning: Anomalous power fluctuations detected.
Warning: Insufficient backup power.
Warning: Insufficient engine power. Engines shutting down.
Warning: Mobility layer is offline.
Warning: Top deck is offline.
Warning: Communications are offline.
Warning: Irreparable core component damage. 」

「Sorry, C—Closure— 」

[ZOOT powers down. ]

<Background fades out>

Closure : "Zeroth Order Oil Tank"... thank you.
The ship has stopped.

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : Protect the Doctor, Mon3tr.
From this point on, act according to your own discretion based on the Doctor's condition. You must protect the Doctor from unknown threats...
...And protect the Doctor from the Doctor, if it comes to that.

Mon3tr : (Growl of trust)

Kal'tsit : Keep a close eye on the condition of Dr. {nickname}, Amiya.
The rules we think we know about reality do not necessarily apply inside the Abyss.
Danger is everywhere, but your safety and that of the Doctor are the highest priority at all times. You are the only ones who can face the ultimate threat.

Amiya : Yes... I'll be careful.

Doctor : Anything else I need to know?

Kal'tsit : Trust your heart.
I never thought this would come so soon, Dr. {nickname}.
But our experiences in the Assimilated Universe and in Trimounts have made me rethink. You have shown me a different possibility.
Whatever happens from this point on is a complete unknown, to you, to me, and to everyone else on Rhodes Island.
I need to hear it from you, Dr.{nickname}—
Will you still hesitate in the face of possible danger?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Yes.
But it's not the danger in front of me that I'm worried about.
You're still trying to hide your own anxiety and uncertainty, Kal'tsit.
You don't need to carry everything on your shoulders.

Mon3tr : (Pokes Kal'tsit in agreement)

Doctor : This time, Rhodes Island and I stand with you.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : No.
I am not worried about the danger before me, for I am with you. All of you.
It's you I'm worried about.
You have been on edge ever since we entered this area.

Mon3tr : (Uneasy growl)

Doctor : Kal'tsit...
Rhodes Island and I are with you. Trust us.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : Tell me what I need to do.

Kal'tsit : I've awakened the program that opens up the Abyss. The energy required to open up the compartment is ready.
But I do not have full permission to access the Abyss.

Blaze : Huh?
Should we smash our way in, then? Maybe Misery can think of a way.

Kal'tsit : (Shakes head)
There might not be another place more concealed, more secured than the Abyss in all of Terra. Only one person has the permission to access it.

「You feel Kal'tsit's gaze upon you. 」

Amiya : ...Doctor?

Doctor : If I'm needed... / I will not be afraid.

Kal'tsit : Most of Rhodes Island's structure was badly damaged when I finally found it, seventeen years ago.
Only the Abyss and its surrounding areas remain completely intact.
The unknown energy within the Abyss continued to power PRTS, becoming the framework of the command system that we came to rely on.
But no one had accessed the Abyss... not in over ten thousand years.

Kal'tsit : Three years ago, when Amnannam fully descended, I began to realize that the crisis was progressing faster than I had expected.
Many of us witnessed the chaos firsthand. We still feel sorrow and regret vividly.

Ascalon : ......

「Ascalon raises her blade silently, on guard against any sudden threats.
Sensing Ascalon's tension, Raidian calms her and everyone else present with her Originium Arts. 」

Kal'tsit : For three years, we have strengthened Rhodes Island's defenses, simulating threats that attempt to destroy Rhodes Island from within.
It was through the joint effort of all our operators that we managed to quickly identify the source of the crisis when it occurred.

Kal'tsit : But we are now at the edge of the fog. Take one step further, and we step into the unknown.
Once, I hesitated. But the Doctor is right. We will overcome this crisis, as we have done so many times.
For we are together.

「Logos's bone pen draws through the air, the words coming out of his mouth, and the blessings soon after. 」

Mechanist : It's been a long time since we worked together so in sync, Logos. How are you feeling?

Logos : Focused.

Amiya : Based on available information, there are more than just the core parts of PRTS in the Abyss.
An entity by the name of "Priestess" may be sleeping in a Sarcophagus within.

Kal'tsit : If Priestess wakes up, she must be neutralized ASAP with the full force of all present.

Doctor : ......

Kal'tsit : It is the best way to prevent any mishap, Dr. {nickname}.
The moment of her awakening will be her weakest... it will take time for her to adapt to her surroundings.

Amiya : Doctor...?

「You touch the wall in front of you. The strange sensation causes your heart to race.
You have the feeling that this place was waiting for you... that you are the reason for its existence to begin with.
The wall trembles. You seem to hear blaring sirens that threaten to burst your eardrums.
For an instant, you fall into a trance. Does the cacophony come from the present, or the past? 」

Amiya : The Abyss is changing!

「The wall begins to move irregularly, creating a rift. 」

「Air gushes out from the rift. 」

Logos : "Veil."

「The Banshee's incantation forms an invisible barrier that stops the gushing jet. 」

Ascalon : Step back, Doctor.
Everyone, on guard.

Mon3tr : (High-pitched howl)

「...Dr.{nickname}...
...I never thought I would be the one who didn't want to let go. 」

Kal'tsit : Protect the Doctor, Amiya.

Amiya : Mhm.

「Pink threads rise from her staff. The Black Crown appears above her head. 」

[Comms buzzing ]

Raidian : Electromagnetic communications established.

「You hear Mantra's voice in your mind— 」

Mantra : If you need any help, just give a thought. We're here.

Stormeye : How about you cover my flank, Sharp?

Sharp : Then make sure you hold your bow tight.

「I am sure that the connection between us will transcend even time and space, Dr. {nickname}.
I am sure we will meet again. At the far end of our civilization, once adorned by darkness and the brilliance of the stars up above, we will meet once again.
I will wait for that day. 」

Blaze : Give a holler if you need help, kitten!

Rosmontis : Heh.

Pith : Our Arts are being suppressed by the environment, but the Originium Arc seems to work.

Touch : Strike with boldness.

Misery : I can go in first to check things out—

Doctor : No, I have a feeling...
There is no danger here.

Kal'tsit : But that makes me even more worried.

Doctor : I'm going in. Follow me.

Amiya : I'll go with you.

Mon3tr : (Firm growl)

Kal'tsit : Get ready, folks. The fate of Rhodes Island is in our hands.

Doctor : We're together.

「You step into the space within the rift. 」

<Background fades to white>

「I will wait until that day comes. I promise you I will. Wait for me.
You must wait for me too. 」

15-16: Margin of Eternity and Now

Summary

Theresis faces Priestess in the Assimilated Universe and wrestles partial control of Originium from her. Badly harmed by the efforts of Theresis and Theresa, Priestess fell into slumber, but now she has awoken.

<Background 1>

When 'she' awakens
Assimilated Universe

[The sea rolls quietly. ]

「Theresis falls in the ocean of information. The massive quantity buffets him, assimilating his cognition.
He can feel his mind grow slow, but he still tries to follow the guidance left behind by Theresa—
Guided by his sword, the information flow reconstructed by Theresa clashes with the preexisting one. 」

[The waves splash violently. ]

「The massive collision lasts only an instant.
The surface begins to surge. Then, the sea splits open, as if sliced by a sharp blade.
A dark abyss appears in the Assimilated Universe. The sea of data stirs and roils.
Waves crashing against waves, drowning out one another.
Even as his mind grows numb, Theresis can sense the will gazing upon him weaken rapidly. 」

Theresis : Your plan worked, Theresa.
Sever their control over Amnannam and seize it—

「But suddenly, all the violent scenes come to a screeching halt.
She opens her eyes and sees the small, frail creature. 」

??? : (Unknown language) Connection... unstable.
(Unknown language) —It's you?

<Background 2>

Calm Voice : (Unknown language) Your actions surprise me.
(Unknown language) ...'Theresa' and 'Theresis'.

「Theresis does not comprehend the space before him. Perhaps it is simply another illusion of a dying mind—
Until he hears a familiar language that he can understand. 」

Calm Voice : Ah, but perhaps this was the result that one wanted to see?
Your intentions are as easy to decipher as your language.
The evolution of Terra had brought many surprises... a shame.

[Theresis approaches. ]

Theresis : You think we failed.
Then why do you hide and refuse to show yourself?

「He meditatively swings his sword, guiding the chaotic information through the pure-white space... 」

[He shatters the empty space into pieces. ]

Theresis : Falsehoods.

Priestess : You've implemented a backdoor in my project and restricted my access.
The data tells me I'm losing this piece of Originium. My attempts at maintenance have been in vain.
Impressive. Your rash actions have borne fruit.

「There is nothing physically imposing to the voice whispering about failure before Theresis.
But this simply serves to make him more wary. 」

Theresis : Your arrogance reminds me of someone.
Someone who deceived me. There is more than one evil spirit of a bygone age.

Priestess : Dr. {nickname}... I see you've met.
Then let me introduce myself.
Priestess. Linguist, and colleague to Dr. {nickname}.

「Theresis cannot care less who Priestess is.
Priestess or evil spirit, it makes no difference to him.
He clutches his sword tightly. He will find a way to break through. 」

Priestess : You are anxious to defy a reality that you cannot perceive, Theresis.
You were much calmer when you plotted with {nickname} on the border of Kazdel.

Theresis : You were watching...

Priestess : Watching? No.
I have long lost the energy and passion to observe the evolution of a newborn civilization.
All I did was look up the data newly added to Originium, and checked some information that interested me.
The expansion of Originium is a consensus between me and {nickname}.
The current circumstances of Terra have somewhat differed from our predictions, but it remains on track.
I admit to being surprised by your attempt to retake this Originium, but the duty of it will be fulfilled, no matter how you struggle.

Theresis : You can believe what you want, creator of Originium.
You believe that Originium is immovable, but she opened a path here, and liberated the myriad souls.
She was not the first to resist, and I will not be the last. Someone will stand before you—
Until there is none left to toy with our fate.

Priestess : 'Fate'... do you continue to believe that Originium stands opposed to the fate of your civilization?
If you truly understand the history of your people, have you ever questioned why you have evolved in our likeness?

Theresis : ......

Priestess : You do not understand what you are resisting.

「Theresis observes his surroundings. He is certain that he is still inside Originium.
The nature of what makes up this place is no different from the tower that Theresa weaved—it is information reconstructed.
Theresa has left him the key. He is sure he can put an end to this enigma. 」

Priestess : You noticed.

Theresis : You do not have a real physical form. We're still in that ocean.

Priestess : In the language of Originium, reality and falsehood are not polar opposites.
When I first created this language, I wanted it to decipher the ultimate question that we had been unable to answer, despite all our efforts.
It.
{nickname} once had hope for the beings on this land... guiding them to evolve and seek hope through Originium, giving them a chance to face It, perhaps even overcome It.
But they are doomed to despair.
'Teekaz'. You were not part of the plan, but you became the species most affected by Originium. An accident.
I must applaud your courage for standing here.

Theresis : An accident...? Is this how you summarize our fate?
You're certainly alike, Priestess.
You call the fates you toy with a gift of hope, millennia of suffering a necessary sacrifice.
But {nickname} was honest, at least.

[Theresis swings his sword. ]

「His sword pierces falsehood, but the space on the other side— 」

<Background 2>

Theresis : Nothing changed?

「Theresis closes his eyes and raises his sword. 」

Priestess : Your violence is meaningless.

Theresis : If you didn't care whether this pathetic race of mine can seize its own fate, you should have eliminated me already.
You're still weak after awakening from a long dream, are you not, Presence?[sic]

[SLASH! ]

「He lunges without hesitation.
The sword-wave cuts through the figure, disappearing without a sound into the pale white wall in the distance. 」

Priestess : I said, this is meaningless.

[SLASH! ]

「Another strike. 」

Theresis : I've always wondered—what exactly is the difference between you, the self-proclaimed creators, and us?

[Theresis repeatedly attacks with his sword. ]

「Theresis holds nothing back. The white wall begins to crack. 」

Theresis : You have not brought everything to a standstill.
You just wanted to buy more time, or simply to mock the struggles of a pathetic race...
Suit yourself, Priestess.

<Background shakes>

「Once again, Theresis senses the surging tide of information, remnants of the broken tower that Theresa weaved.
Theresis swings again. 」

[SLASH! ]

「Golden seawater shatters the pale wall, rushing into this seemingly boundless white space.
The tide swallows all that it sees, but parts before the figure of Priestess...
Like a static comet, leaving behind a black tail of calm in the sea of surging fury. 」

Theresis : Your connection to the Originium is weakening. You are fading away.

Priestess : Continuing to process this disorganized data is a waste of energy.

「The waves converge upon the last area, slowly submerging Priestess's figure.
They also close in upon Theresis. 」

Priestess : Is this the end that you sought?
The Sarkaz data has corrupted part of the Assimilated Universe. The data has been deleted, but I do not have time right now to repair the rewritten structures.
You can 'survive' in the Assimilated Universe in another form.

Theresis : Survive?
I came to pass judgment upon the gods.

「The Sarkaz swings his sword at the creator one last time, before the torrent of information engulfs him. 」

[SLASH! ]

[Alarms blaring ]

「Warning.
Unknown threat. 」

<Background fades out>

[Mechanical whirring ]

「Identifying error code... identification failed.
Simulating path... simulation failed.
Rebooting bottom-level computing area...
Assessing danger level...
Repeat. 」

Yvangelista XI : And there I was, thinking that all I had to do—after I find a successor—was hand out candies to the children.
......
You have never proclaimed such a revelation before.

[Static crackling ]

'Preserver' : (Unknown language) Incoming data... Originium...
(Unknown language) A warning, or yet another swan song of hope?
(Unknown language) Where are you, kindred? What have you encountered?

'Preserver' : ......

<Background 3>

[Flames crackling ]

Witch King : ......

「The wind brushes past the throne. The sovereign's gaze moves away from the depths of the void outside his domain. 」

Witch King : This music exists outside of order. How did it invade my Pavillon, my Leithanien?
The traces of genesis?
......

<Background Black>

[Waves crashing ]

「Silence is broken.
Priestess's figure, shattered by the golden waves of information, disappears without a trace.
The sea of data dashes against Theresis even more furiously.
His mind grows crowded. His body begins to crack.
The waves of information take away the blood that flows from his wounds. Originium crystals multiply in every cell... 」

[He sinks deeper into the sea. ]

「Theresis is completely inundated. 」

<Background 1>

「Blood-red seawater gushes from the bottomless abyss, melting into the golden sea.
The sea of data in the Assimilated Universe turns a dark red, like blood, the color of the Sarkaz.
Finally, a tiny figure rises from the sea. 」

Weak Voice : We took control of Amnannam, Theresa.
I can feel the direction that the waves flow now, and the massive amounts of data that I cannot comprehend—

「He wants to share his joy, but there is only the sound of the waves in the boundless void.
He can no longer hear even his own heartbeat. There is only him here. 」

[Half of Theresis's body is now completely covered in Originium crystals. ]

Theresis : ......

「There is no longer any meaning in staying here.
He will return alone to Terra, to the land that belongs to him— 」

「The rhombus in the void grows faint and broken...
Priestess's consciousness once again falls into slumber.
The spread of Originium has been far slower than expected, and she has unexpectedly lost part of her control over it. 」

Priestess : Two Terrans, a frail and overlooked race.
I'm starting to understand why you're so interested in them... {nickname}.

「As her consciousness fades into darkness, she turns her gaze to the land known as Terra...
She sees the one they call Doctor walking with the Cautus and AMa-10 into the dark passage that leads to the underground throne room—
She sees the city of Londinium cry out in pain in the fires of war—
...She sees death—
A disintegrating Cautus, whose information is melting into the Assimilated Universe's sea of data—
Then, she reaches out. 」

<Background 4>

Raydistorter : (Unknown language) And that was the last time you saw Priestess?

Hierda : (Unknown language) Yes.
(Unknown language) I still have many unanswered questions. Time is no longer my major concern.

Raydistorter : (Unknown language) Do you not miss your home, traveler?

Hierda : ......

「'Miss.'
—The Cautus answered this question many times when she lived on the ship that housed the gods.
There is no future in the fragments of time reconstructed from information.
Her best friends soon forget her existence entirely.
She can know all there it is to them, but she will never truly be part of life here.
'I'm just a traveler lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the distant past.' 」

Hierda : (Unknown language) I'm having another learning session with Presence.
(Unknown language) Are you sure you don't want to come and talk to her?

Raydistorter : (Unknown language) You seem eager to resolve our conflict, Hierda, but I'm afraid I must decline.

「They will not change.
They are simply recreations of data. 」

Hierda : ......
(Unknown language) Very well.

「The Cautus looks out beyond the porthole and counts silently. When the count reaches thirty, life from the star will once again shine upon the surface of the broken planet. 」

Hierda : It's breath-taking, no matter how many times I see it...
Life and death emerging at the same time—

「A scene that she had never seen on that land. A scene that she does not wish her brethren to see. 」

「"Farewell. I'm leaving." 」

Hierda : —?!

<Background 5>

「In the blink of an eye, the Cautus finds herself back on that pale soil.
Priestess welcomes her with a smile. 」

[Priestess slowly approaches. ]

Priestess : Have you found your answer?

「The Cautus shakes her head. 」

Hierda : Where are you going?

Priestess : Terra. Your home.

Hierda : —?!

Priestess : I want to give you a choice, Hierda.
You can stay, learn the knowledge that you thirst for, and find answers to the questions in your heart.
Or, I can send you back home.

Hierda : Home...? To Terra?!

Priestess : However, it may mean forsaking forever the chance to find those answers.
What's more, you will find that you have become very different from your erstwhile kin. It will bring you even more pain.
I will respect your decision, Hierda.

Hierda : I, I—

<Background White>

「At the same time, you step into the space within the rift. 」

<Background 6>

[The wind blows quietly. ]

Doctor : This place...
It's not the Abyss...

Mon3tr : (Angry roar)

Amiya : Did PRTS bring us out here?

Kal'tsit : It's not that simple. We are the only ones here.

「The deck is completely silent.
You turn around and notice the absence of the elite operators and Ascalon— 」

Doctor : Black... rain?

Kal'tsit : No. Massive amounts of Originium dust. Protect yourself.
Protect the Doctor, Mon3tr.

[Originium crystals spread across the floor. ]

<Background 7>

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit! Beneath our feet!
The deck is crystallizing rapidly. At this rate...

「Black Originium dust accumulates on the deck. Tiny Originium clusters grow like wild grass.
You can see them spreading as far as one's eyes can reach, gleaming enchantingly in the sun. 」

Kal'tsit : Warn all operators still on Rhodes Island to be prepared for Catastrophe, Amiya.

Amiya : Understood.
I'm not getting through! All communications have failed—

Doctor : It's too quiet.

「The sight before you is inconceivable, different from any Catastrophe that you have witnessed before. 」

Doctor : The Originium expands at an impossible pace.

「You look down at the deck, now completely covered in Originium, and see only your shadow. 」

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Doctor—

「You turn around to see a stunned look on Kal'tsit's face. 」

Doctor : ...Kal'tsit?

「You follow her gaze. Far in the distance on the deck, a small formation of black Originium is growing slowly towards the sky.
You see a faint white figure on every facet of the crystal.
A figure not unfamiliar to you—
The black Originium rain suddenly grows more intense.
It almost feels like the large black raindrops are not falling from the sky, but rushing from the ground towards the heavens. 」

「They refract the sunlight, drawing colorful lines in the sky—
All the colors you see begin to converge and weave into a white curtain, glistening with rainbow colors, slowly descending.
A pure, pristine white, gentle draping over the Originium crystal on the deck— 」

Doctor : Crystal...

「A beautiful figure stands upon the crystal. 」

「Black crystal retreats from her legs, and white light puts a layer of clothing on her.
Heaven and earth, white and black, and— 」

Doctor : ...... / Priestess.

「She looks upon the land that has long become unfamiliar to her. 」

Priestess : Long time no see.

Operation story: 15-17

Before operation

Summary

As the group enters the Abyss, Priestess relocates the Doctor, Kal'tsit, and Amiya onto the deck, leaving the rest to fight PRTS's attacks.

<Background Black>

「The connection between us will transcend even time and space. I am sure of it.
Even if the ocean completely boils away and the atmosphere vanishes, even if all the moons in the sky are pulled into the vortex of our planet's gravity, and even if the sun continues to mercilessly expand, eventually swallowing up all its children until none can be heard... 」

[Memories flash by like an old movie. ]

<Flashback starts here>

<Flashback ends here>

<Background fades out>

「I am sure we will meet again. At the far end of our civilization, once adorned by darkness and the brilliance of the stars up above, we will meet once again.
I will wait until that day comes. I promise you I will. Wait for me. You must wait for me too. 」

<Background glitches>

<Background cuts to black>

「...Don't ever forget about me. 」

「Is it time...?
I should still be alive. This can't be an illusion.
This is the Rhodes Island I'm familiar with, and it seems to be operating as usual. Therefore, It is definitely not here yet.
Is she still asleep? What of Originium's current state...?
And as for the changes happening to this planet... 」

[Advanced machinery beeping ]

「You're still here, AMa-10.
Perfect... Let's go for a walk outside. 」

<Background Black>

「From a distance away, a black-haired woman dressed in a white coat stands on the deck, concentrating her gaze at the sky.
Until she notices the two of you and turns around, a bright smile on her face. 」

「You are absolutely certain you have seen this face before.
Perhaps in a dream within dreams, or in the depths of your dormant memories.
But this moment is no dream.
You can clearly perceive her presence and existence right before you with each of your senses. 」

<Background 1>

[Thunder rumbling ]

[Footsteps ]

Doctor : Priestess...

Amiya : Doctor, this woman... is the Priestess you talked about?
The enemy Dr. Kal'tsit has been guarding against...?

「Amiya does not understand the danger she faces, but still she stands in front of you instinctively, ready to engage in combat.
You are unable to determine how exactly the current situation will unfold, but know very well this is not at all like any powerful foe or crisis you have faced before.
The woman seems to show no hostility, but still your instinct tells you—unfathomable danger lies right before your eyes.
Gently, she begins to speak. 」

Priestess : You're a step ahead of me, {nickname}.
You didn't wait for me in the awakening room, to share a mutual joy in seeing this new world for the first time.
But how could I possibly blame you for a little impatience?

「You also feel her pure, sincere gaze.
From the distance wind blows and thunder rolls, along with the faint rustling of Originium spreading.
Within the clamor and chaos of this space, she fixes her eyes on you as if nothing else exists. 」

Priestess : This reunion is not what I expected, but I'm willing to accept an unorthodox experience.
We've dreamed together too many times to count, how we would meet again when we awoke from our deep sleep.
We could wander freely on this planet completely covered by Originium, in a world that belonged only to us.
A world only one step away from our shared, ultimate vision, and we'd walk towards our new hope...
It ought to be a bright, sunny day too.

<Background flashes>

<Background 2>

Amiya : Doctor, look! The clouds in the sky—

「Amiya hurriedly shouts a warning at you when she notices the sky's unnatural appearance.
But you fail to comprehend just what your eyes are currently seeing.
As soon as Priestess finishes speaking, thick Catastrophe clouds begin to contract and fold in a neat yet strange manner until they vanish completely, leaving a canvas-like sky.
Catastrophes, the most horrific disasters to happen to this land—gone, just like that.
You realize a terrible truth. 」

Doctor : You can fully control Originium...?

Priestess : {nickname}, your question sounds like you're asking a stranger.
We created it together. A crystallization that belongs to only the two of us, a seed of hope.
But tragically... you don't remember anymore, do you?

Doctor : We... created Originium? / I don't remember...

Priestess : I know you lost part of your memories in a series of unfortunate accidents.
It's a pity, but I believe your partial memory loss will not change your nature, and the connection between us remains unshakable.
I've no wish to be harsh on you, but I hope you can understand—time is short, and we have much to do.
Though, we can still enjoy our time working together, yes?
Return to my side, Dr. {nickname}...

<Background white>

「Let Terra crystallize into Originium.
Create a bridge to the future.
The gentle call seems to ring suddenly in your ears, and you feel incomparably close to the voice.
You are certain you cannot recall a single shred of her in your mind, yet your connection goes beyond memories, or perhaps information contained in language.
An almost instinctive reaction.
You cannot help but take a step forward. 」

[Ears ringing ]

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}!

「Kal'tsit is behind you, gripping your arm. You feel feeble tremors through her palm.
You realize now she has been silent the whole time. Since leaving the sarcophagus, she has been so weak, at this point, she even seems to be struggling to stand.
You are baffled.
You expected Kal'tsit to give you some sage advice, like usual, or perhaps a simple and clear solution.
But now she seems to be suffering from terrible torment, her face bearing struggle and pain.
After an endless instant, she loosens her grip.
She leaves the choice for you to make. 」

Doctor : No... / No. / ...No.
I won't let Originium destroy Terra.

Priestess : ......

「You see her eyes darken. A clear sign of disappointment. You don't know why, but your heart suddenly tightens. 」

Priestess : So it's you... AMa-10. It's been a long time for us too.
Your current appearance is vastly different from the look you were born with, but I certainly recognize my very own creation that I poured my heart into.

Kal'tsit : ......

Priestess : In the past four million plus natural day cycles, you seem to have exerted a lot of effort, but your behavioral standards appear to clash with the preset goal encoded at your birth.
I'd like to know just what changed your mind.

Kal'tsit : Unlike your despicable fraud...
...My end goal has never changed.

Priestess : Indeed... you regarded that one's order as an inviolable mandate.
So you hindered the Originium plan, and wasted our already limited time.
So, {nickname}, how should I make you understand—
Just how disappointed I am?
And how should I forgive your betrayal?

Doctor : Betrayal?
Kal'tsit, what is the meaning of this?

Kal'tsit : ......

Priestess : I've noticed, AMa-10.
You've already broken the language ban I put in place, correct?
Such a precaution was not enough to restrict your actions, for you always find a way...
But if that's the case, why not just say it?
Everything you've wanted to say to {nickname} this whole time, but couldn't?

Kal'tsit : Priestess...
*Expletive from an unknown language*.

<Background 3>

「Ascalon and the Elite Operators are momentarily stunned after entering the rift. 」

Mechanist : This is the Abyss?!

Misery : Raidian, can you confirm if we're still inside the Rhodes Island landship?

Raidian : Unable to detect any electromagnetic signals outside this space. Hm... no way to tell.

「Everyone falls into brief silence, waiting for a commander's directive as usual. 」

Logos : ......
Where's the Doctor?

Ascalon : And where are Dr. Kal'tsit and Amiya?
Once we entered the rift, I lost track of their positions.

「Constant white noise fills the vast white space, the sound of operating machinery emanating from the center. 」

Mantra : If this place is indeed the Abyss, then clearly it's distorting our perception of physical space.

「Mantra's voice comes to everyone's minds as they learn this at the same time. 」

Misery : There's no way to identify the material the walls are made of.

「He looks back in the rift's direction, but it is no longer there. 」

Misery : Currently there's no way to cut open these strange walls, so there's no way to confirm their whereabouts.

Pith : I trust Amiya and Dr. Kal'tsit will manage to keep the Doctor safe.

Touch : We can only wait and adapt accordingly.
We haven't received any new commands, so we should continue executing our original task.

Stormeye : Then let's not delay any longer.
Mechanist, Sharp and I will cover you while you close in on that unknown machine. Verify if its related to PRTS.

Ascalon : We can back you up anytime—
Something's off. There are no high-threat targets here.

Blaze : That's unusual.
According to Dr. Kal'tsit and the Doctor's speculations, the Originium entities we've run into all come from the Abyss...
But there's like no defenses installed here at all—

Rosmontis : I hear... pain.

Blaze : What's wrong, kitten?

Touch : Rosmontis, do you feel any other abnormalities within your body?

Rosmontis : No, it's not my own...

「A huge black vortex spins slowly under the transparent floor. It starts to speed up.
The unidentifiable instrument right above it begins to flash red. 」

Raidian : Detecting a large amount of interference signals.
That instrument is currently transmitting a huge volume of data—
Could the black vortex underneath... be a visualization of all that information?

[Suddenly, the lights shut off, and the large machine begins to activate. ]

<Background 4>

Sharp : —?!

「PRTS Defense system active.
Identifying threat targets... Identities confirmed.
Loading threat targets data files, generating targeted countermeasure strategies...
Calculation complete. 」

[Alarms blaring ]

「This is a final warning from PRTS.
Leave the Abyss, intruders.
Beginning countdown— 」

Blaze : Gah, so we're intruders now?
Doesn't look like you're giving us any option to leave though.
So, Ascalon?

Ascalon : Sweep up Rhodes Island's trash.

Blaze : Nice, I like that.
Don't care where all this stuff came from, but we'll let them know just to whom Rhodes Island belongs.

[Alarms blaring ]

「Countdown complete.
Executing cleanup protocol— 」

<Background 2>

Doctor : Kal'tsit? / What's all this...

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}, ever since you woke up in Chernobog, I have refrained from confessing the whole truth about your past.
The ban placed on me is only part of the cause.
As for the other reasons... I have said before no one else should tell you about your past.
Language has no way of reconstructing objective facts, while emotions will distort its delivery.
So I needed you to see and judge for yourself, to re-evaluate this land on your own.
Only then could you formulate your own answers about how you regard this land, and about yourself.
I still believe it's important to do it this way.
The same way someone once treated me.

Doctor : I already found my answer.
I am Dr. {nickname}. / I am the Doctor of Rhodes Island. / I am a soul walking this vast land.

Kal'tsit : ......
This may be the last chance I have to share that information, however.
Perhaps only now do I, too, have the confidence to share it after all that you and Rhodes Island have been through together.
Please trust that I talk only of your past, and it has nothing to do with your future.

Priestess : ......

「Kal'tsit walks up by your side, facing you and Amiya.
She slowly begins to speak. 」

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}, you ought to already know that Originium, a bearer of both life and danger to Terra, is the legacy of a previous age.
It was one of countless methods used by the previous civilization against an ultimate threat.
After countless efforts and sacrifices, Originium was finally completed by Oracle and Priestess.
'Oracle' was your previous code name.

Doctor : Priestess and I... created Originium?
...I was the one who brought suffering upon this land?

Kal'tsit : Please know that was not your intention.
Originium points to two futures for this land... Oracle hoped to leave Originium as a gift for future civilizations, to guide them forward...
To help them enter the next stage of civilization.
Over the past ten thousand years, Originium has helped civilization on Terra to develop, but also unexpectedly brought suffering to the land via Oripathy.
You were indeed tormented by this before.

Amiya : I still remember... when the Doctor...
The Doctor has never given up the possibility of curing Oripathy.

Kal'tsit : However, someone forced a different future upon you. And for this... you made a choice that went against your original intentions.

<Flashback starts here>

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Priestess : ......

Kal'tsit : Someone once told me to trust in your character, to look for your true self, beyond what memory shapes you. It was an incomparably difficult path for me to walk.
But I'm glad... it was the correct choice to make.
Dr. {nickname}, that's all I wanted to tell you. They are only your past, and you will always be able to decide your own future.

Doctor : I'll never break my promise. / I'll never abandon my mission.

Kal'tsit : Then I too... will fulfill my oath.
Dr. {nickname}, I will protect you and Amiya until the end.
This is not the best opportunity to do so, but it is my final one.
I'm sorry, to entrust such a risk to you and Amiya... but this is a choice I must make.

Doctor : What sort of risk? / What sort of choice?

Kal'tsit : ......

「You see Kal'tsit's mouth move, her final words. 」

Priestess : Are you done? You've said what you wanted to say?
I'm astonished by how much you know about the past, and I don't completely agree with how you've described it... but that's no longer important.
AMa-10, what can you even achieve as you are now?

Kal'tsit : ...Mon3tr!

Mon3tr : (Excited whinny)

[Mon3tr brandishes its claws. ]

Kal'tsit : Destroy her.
She is the Priestess of a previous civilization. Creator of Originium, and attempting to assimilate everything within it.
And therefore, the enemy of all life on Terra.

Priestess : So this is your choice...

Kal'tsit : I'm Kal'tsit, a doctor of Rhodes Island, and also the companion of Amiya and the Doctor.

Kal'tsit : You have long been worthless to me.

Special cutscene

Note: These cutscenes are only available to players who have participated in the third ARG (CN)/ completed the special psychological questionnaire (Global).

Gray Flashback

<Background 1>
Priestess | You seem a bit down, {nickname}. Care to share the reason with me?
Oracle | QHU9112, another fading star system. It's a new high tide. What surrounds us is merely the first wave, It's arriving much faster than we anticipated. We don't have much time left...

Priestess
But we're prepared, yes?
We've planted a seed of hope, and now we need only wait for it to grow a solution.
Don't fret. Treat it as a regular hibernation. No different than prior time travels, just a little longer.
And this time, I will be there by your side.
I hope after crossing the quiet, endless night, the first thing I see when awake is you.

Oracle | We still haven't figured out a solution from our debates... Originium is our last hope, and we have few alternatives. We must think twice before we choose our path.
Priestess | ......

Priestess gently holds the hand of the person by her side.
She does not speak her thoughts, but they transform into images within this mind-resonance room—visuals symbolizing happiness and hope.
Her gaze is sincere and clear.

Priestess
I've never forgotten our matter of debate, {nickname}. We shouldn't hold any reservations towards each other.
Look, this is in fact my mindset when we discuss our future. We should harbor the same set of expectations.
The identical lynchpins embedded in our minds are what tie us together.
Our minds are inseparably linked, until our consciousnesses follow suit with the universe's demise.
We do clash and argue endlessly, but that is precisely the reason why we most understand each other's disposition.
I know for certain it is in our nature to harbor hope for the future. We serve as anchors for one another in this hollow sea of stars.

Oracle | Even if we can't agree on our differing views on Originium? Our planned paths for it can't coexist... Priestess, I'm not sure...

Priestess
Then let's continue to wait.
It's fine if you're not willing to hibernate yet. We still have some time.
We can read the classics stored inside DWDB together, or interpret the many verses left by dead planets in this universe.
Before you make up your mind, I'll never force you—
I'll never impose my own will on yours.
I'll wait, {nickname}, until you make the choice to stand by my side.

Oracle | Priestess...
Priestess | Take it easy, {nickname}. Your recent observations must have exhausted you. Close your eyes and rest a while. I'll play you a chord on the gravitational forces of distant stars, and you'll enjoy a sweet dream.
<Background white>

Goodnight, {nickname}.
Until the end of time, when we have transcended the silence of the universe.
I will wait for you in that world.

<Background 1>

Priestess : You seem a bit down, {nickname}.
Care to share the reason with me?

Oracle : QHU9112, another fading star system.
It's a new high tide. What surrounds us is merely the first wave, It's arriving much faster than we anticipated.
We don't have much time left...

Priestess : But we're prepared, yes?
We've planted a seed of hope, and now we need only wait for it to grow a solution.
Don't fret. Treat it as a regular hibernation. No different than prior time travels, just a little longer.
And this time, I will be there by your side.
I hope after crossing the quiet, endless night, the first thing I see when awake is you.

Oracle : We still haven't figured out a solution from our debates...
Originium is our last hope, and we have few alternatives. We must think twice before we choose our path.

Priestess : ......

「Priestess gently holds the hand of the person by her side.
She does not speak her thoughts, but they transform into images within this mind-resonance room—visuals symbolizing happiness and hope.
Her gaze is sincere and clear. 」

Priestess : I've never forgotten our matter of debate, {nickname}. We shouldn't hold any reservations towards each other.
Look, this is in fact my mindset when we discuss our future. We should harbor the same set of expectations.
The identical lynchpins embedded in our minds are what tie us together.
Our minds are inseparably linked, until our consciousnesses follow suit with the universe's demise.
We do clash and argue endlessly, but that is precisely the reason why we most understand each other's disposition.
I know for certain it is in our nature to harbor hope for the future. We serve as anchors for one another in this hollow sea of stars.

Oracle : Even if we can't agree on our differing views on Originium? Our planned paths for it can't coexist...
Priestess, I'm not sure...

Priestess : Then let's continue to wait.
It's fine if you're not willing to hibernate yet. We still have some time.
We can read the classics stored inside DWDB together, or interpret the many verses left by dead planets in this universe.
Before you make up your mind, I'll never force you—
I'll never impose my own will on yours.
I'll wait, {nickname}, until you make the choice to stand by my side.

Oracle : Priestess...

Priestess : Take it easy, {nickname}. Your recent observations must have exhausted you.
Close your eyes and rest a while. I'll play you a chord on the gravitational forces of distant stars, and you'll enjoy a sweet dream.

<Background white>

「Goodnight, {nickname}.
Until the end of time, when we have transcended the silence of the universe.
I will wait for you in that world. 」

Blue Flashback

<Background 1>

Oracle
We've traveled far enough, and I fear there's no longer a point in continuing our exploration.
Ten thousand day cycles have passed since I entered hibernation, but Terra's changes have been limited.
The spark of life from Talos-II is still weak. The other seeds of hope planted by my former companions have shown no signs of sprouting either.

AMa-10 | (Expressing dismay)

Oracle
Are you disappointed? No... I have expected this result long ago, actually.
I miscalculated the pace at which everything would develop. It's not the right time, and there's only so much I can do.
Time... I just need more time.
I can't continue wasting the life of this body. I have to return to sleep inside the sarcophagus, and wait for an opportunity more ripe than this.
...I have to admit, I broke my promise, and this is a sort of betrayal.
But it is because I still love life that I must have hope. There is no other way.
Though I fear she's already anticipated my early awakening.
Inside that sarcophagus, I discovered a lynchpin-modifying program.

AMa-10 | (Expressing confusion)

Oracle
Technology born in a lost age, used to strengthen our thoughts and conviction.
Without it, many would lose the will needed to make it through that period of endless despair.
She and I, we went through it together...
She knows and understands me best, of course, but it is also why our differing opinions are my deepest regret.
She anticipated my actions, and the hidden program within the sarcophagus activated when I woke up. It can modify my cognition, and the purpose of our 'debates'...
And I must return to that same sole sarcophagus to extend my life, even if that means...
I don't have much time left.
AMa-10...
No, I shouldn't call you by that anymore.
It's a code name, an identifier for a mechanical creation. I should give you a true name.
Calcite..birefringent crystals capable of refracting a single light source into two polarized lights. A beautiful phenomenon, like you.
Calcite... Kal'tsit... that'll do. Do you like this name?

AMa-10 | (Expressing joy)

Oracle
There are some things I won't have time to do. I hope you can finish them for me.
......

Kal'tsit, I hope you can protect the life on this great land.
New civilizations are always fragile, but harsh environments will show no mercy.
It is arrogant to interfere with a civilization's development, but we don't have many chances left. This may be our last opportunity.
Civilizations tend to repeat the same mistakes—sinking into violence, unverifiable thought pitfalls, and dead ends of self doubt...
There's no escaping all of that, but just a tiny deviation is enough to wreck a whole civilization. The existence of civilization itself is already a sort of miracle...
So, Kal'tsit, I hope you will guide them.
Your gemini cycle grants you a practically infinite life. You can follow immature civilizations as they develop, and guide them onto a path forward with your knowledge.
It's an arduous mission, but you might manage it, you should—

A moment of silence. The passionate speech comes to a halt. Oracle looks at the slender, delicate mechanical life, then gazes at the distant mountains half buried by sandstorms.

Oracle
......
No...
...Forget what I just said, Kal'tsit. All of it.
Go, Kal'tsit. Go look around you, then see what lies by the most distant of mountains. Go seek what forms existence takes.
...I must go back. Wake me up when you need to.
Kal'tsit, I hope you'll... Or maybe I should say, the only mission I assign you now, is this:
Find yourself.
Search for traces of life. Search for hope and a future.
Kal'tsit... Go find your own answer.

<Background fades out>

...Kal'tsit.
Have you found the meaning of your life yet?

<Background 1>

Oracle : We've traveled far enough, and I fear there's no longer a point in continuing our exploration.
Ten thousand day cycles have passed since I entered hibernation, but Terra's changes have been limited.
The spark of life from Talos-II is still weak. The other seeds of hope planted by my former companions have shown no signs of sprouting either.

AMa-10 : (Expressing dismay)

Oracle : Are you disappointed? No... I have expected this result long ago, actually.
I miscalculated the pace at which everything would develop. It's not the right time, and there's only so much I can do.
Time... I just need more time.
I can't continue wasting the life of this body. I have to return to sleep inside the sarcophagus, and wait for an opportunity more ripe than this.
...I have to admit, I broke my promise, and this is a sort of betrayal.
But it is because I still love life that I must have hope. There is no other way.
Though I fear she's already anticipated my early awakening.
Inside that sarcophagus, I discovered a lynchpin-modifying program.

AMa-10 : (Expressing confusion)

Oracle : Technology born in a lost age, used to strengthen our thoughts and conviction.
Without it, many would lose the will needed to make it through that period of endless despair.
She and I, we went through it together...
She knows and understands me best, of course, but it is also why our differing opinions are my deepest regret.
She anticipated my actions, and the hidden program within the sarcophagus activated when I woke up. It can modify my cognition, and the purpose of our 'debates'...
And I must return to that same sole sarcophagus to extend my life, even if that means...
I don't have much time left.
AMa-10...
No, I shouldn't call you by that anymore.
It's a code name, an identifier for a mechanical creation. I should give you a true name.
Calcite..birefringent crystals capable of refracting a single light source into two polarized lights. A beautiful phenomenon, like you.
Calcite... Kal'tsit... that'll do. Do you like this name?

AMa-10 : (Expressing joy)

Oracle : There are some things I won't have time to do. I hope you can finish them for me.
......

Kal'tsit, I hope you can protect the life on this great land.
New civilizations are always fragile, but harsh environments will show no mercy.
It is arrogant to interfere with a civilization's development, but we don't have many chances left. This may be our last opportunity.
Civilizations tend to repeat the same mistakes—sinking into violence, unverifiable thought pitfalls, and dead ends of self doubt...
There's no escaping all of that, but just a tiny deviation is enough to wreck a whole civilization. The existence of civilization itself is already a sort of miracle...
So, Kal'tsit, I hope you will guide them.
Your gemini cycle grants you a practically infinite life. You can follow immature civilizations as they develop, and guide them onto a path forward with your knowledge.
It's an arduous mission, but you might manage it, you should—

「A moment of silence. The passionate speech comes to a halt. Oracle looks at the slender, delicate mechanical life, then gazes at the distant mountains half buried by sandstorms. 」

Oracle : ......
No...
...Forget what I just said, Kal'tsit. All of it.
Go, Kal'tsit. Go look around you, then see what lies by the most distant of mountains. Go seek what forms existence takes.
...I must go back. Wake me up when you need to.
Kal'tsit, I hope you'll... Or maybe I should say, the only mission I assign you now, is this:
Find yourself.
Search for traces of life. Search for hope and a future.
Kal'tsit... Go find your own answer.

<Background fades out>

...Kal'tsit.
Have you found the meaning of your life yet?

After operation

Summary

The Doctor, Kal'tsit, and Amiya give it their all as they stand against Priestess.

<Background 2>

Mon3tr : (Excited roar)

Priestess : ......

「Mon3tr appears by your side, but its stance is slightly different than usual.
Without a command from Kal'tsit, it zips towards the enemy, although a cluster of Originium rises from the ground, fully encasing the monster within. 」

Doctor : Kal'tsit! Watch out—

Priestess : You really have surprised me, AMa-10.
You've broken free of my control at the price of severing your own gemini cycle system, even if this makes your life now utterly fragile.
However, do you really intend to kill me via this method?

Kal'tsit : I knew from a long time ago your consciousness was already assimilated into the information within Originium.

<Flashback starts here>

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : Under these circumstances, it is impossible to truly kill you.
But what Theresa and Theresis accomplished convinced me of something.
Your control over Originium is not absolute, and there still exist some methods to limit your authority over it.

Priestess : I did meet the two you speak of, within the Originium.
Their efforts were indeed unexpected, and a pleasantly surprising struggle.
But what of it? How are you so sure now that killing me here won't be a futile act?

Kal'tsit : When Mon3tr attacked you, you chose to defend yourself.

Priestess : ......
How did you do it?

Kal'tsit : I see you have noticed.
Based on Theresa's research into Originium as well as the trap you set for Dr. {nickname}, I added a few plans to your awakening room.
As long as you wake up here, your consciousness will be trapped in this body, unable to return to Originium's sea of information.

Priestess : ...?

Kal'tsit : Perhaps you will eventually manage to break through this restriction, and regain control over Originium, but right now you are merely human.

Priestess : To think you'd go this far to rebel against me—

Kal'tsit : Priestess, you are not Terra's creator. The life on this land has no obligation to bend to your will.
...This is my revenge on you, and my final act of resistance.

「You see the woman standing across from you reveal a hint of hesitation, but immediately after, Originium surrounds her. 」

[Originium clusters rapidly crystalize. ]

Kal'tsit : ...It's too late.

Doctor : Amiya! Help Kal'tsit!

[Amiya's Arts surge forward. ]

Mon3tr : (Agitated roaring)

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit... it's my turn to protect you now.

「Black Arts crash and smash the Originium cluster, freeing Mon3tr as it quickly resumes its attack.
Originium crystals begin to grow again, but it's too late to form a barrier strong enough to resist Mon3tr's claws.
You see a nervous look on Priestess's face, a show of fear from the creator towards her creation. 」

Priestess : ...!

「As if Priestess finally recognizes the threat she is facing, the Originium on the entire deck responds to her consciousness and begins to rapidly grow.
Mon3tr has already closed in on its prey. 」

<Background 4>

[Blades clashing ]

Mechanist : Five on the right confirmed paralyzed.

Logos : "Perish."

[The sound of Logos's bone whistle echoes throughout the room. ]

Blaze : A bit scary at first, but in the end it just brought out enemies we've beaten before. Easy peasy.
Eat this now—

[Blaze leaps up and smashes her chainsaw into the Originium Creations. ]

Blaze : Am I just imagining it, or are our enemies spawning slower now?

Raidian : This is PRTS's core system. The whole time it's been copying data of enemies we've faced in the past and pasting them here.
But now it's reading the data so slowly, like something's hindering it...
It seems like whatever the Doctor and the rest are doing is taking effect.

Ascalon : Let's seize this chance and smash it.
We need to reach the Abyss's depths... there are people waiting for us.

<Background Black>

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, meltdown.

[KABOOM! ]

「Black Arts and lasers take turns shooting at the gigantic and complex crystal cluster. The fierce assault even manages to suppress the Originium from spreading further.
Until the light of Arts swallow Priestess's figure. 」

<Background 2>

「Smoke and dust scatter, leaving only Originium fragments on the ground.
And a tattered white coat. 」

Doctor : Did we... defeat her?

Kal'tsit : ......

Amiya : I can't feel... any signs of life, or any emotions...
Maybe...

「Everything happens so suddenly you haven't had the time to regard the series of events as reality.
You saw that fearsome foe reduced to ashes right before your eyes.
Yet you feel no relief at all. 」

??? : Are we quite finished playing yet?

[Priestess steps towards the group. ]

Doctor : What's that?!

Amiya : How—

Kal'tsit : Doctor, Amiya, fall back!

Priestess : A powerful show of resistance, AMa-10. Your plan has proven effective.
As you say, there is indeed a chance for you to kill me now...
But how does a single substitute made of Originium fluster you so?

Kal'tsit : ...!

Priestess : AMa-10, I have no intention of debating the value of your beliefs.
The principles you have always insisted on are so insignificant I can't even find a credible logical framework to assess their significance.
It is not uncommon for experiments to turn out like this—small errors ultimately growing into huge obstacles. I have no choice but to accept this result.
I'm very sorry, but I must treat you as an error, and wipe you out.

<Background shakes>

「Priestess raises her hand.
Originium begins to grow once more. Thorned crystal branches tightly envelop you and Amiya in a second, nearly swallowing you both.
Amiya tries her best to shatter the surrounding Originium with her Arts, but the crystal clusters only grow faster. 」

Amiya : Doctor! Get behind me—

Kal'tsit : —!
Mon3tr—

[Amiya's Arts surge forward. ]

「It all happens in a flash of light.
You see the Originium crystal cluster near you explode. Amiya wanted to protect you, but time does not allow for her reaction.
You see the black monster rush over, blocking you both from the cluster with its large, solid body.
You see Kal'tsit... 」

Priestess : What a pity.

[Crystals grow and shatter. ]

<Flashback starts here>

[Wind howling ]

「Doctor, do you ever doubt the meaning in your own existence? I do.
I understand my mission clearly. It is difficult, but I recognize its meaning.
As for the future, I believe you will find an answer. I can only persevere in that belief.
Don't spare too much worry for me. Rhodes Island shouldn't be so fragile that one person's departure would leave it unable to proceed on.
My hope?
It is to protect yours and Amiya's hopes.
Though our definitions of 'protect' have nothing in common, it's an oath I will never abandon. I will be standing here with you, until the very end.
We are unable to forget the past, but a different future may await you. 」

「I have found the meaning of my life.
Please lead Rhodes Island...
And keep going.
{nickname}. 」

<Background fades out>

Unconsciously, I seem to have grown accustomed to having someone at my side, guiding me.
Until now. I finally am sure of what I want to do.
No matter what happens, I will continue down this path. I will not abandon hope.
But...
...What about you?

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit—！

Doctor : ...Kal'tsit...?

「It all happens so quick, but you still manage to comprehend the cruel truth.
The foe you all face is incomprehensible by conventional means. She has authority over all Originium.
The bit of Originium on Kal'tsit's right shoulder is proof that she was born human, but also what steals her life away.
Originium crystals begin to spread as they swallow her entire body, only to shatter as the wind blows them away—your eyes fail to capture the entire process.
With strength, comes fragility.
A long life ends here.
She has kept her promise. 」

Operation story: 15-18

Before operation

Summary

Amiya manages to draw on the knowledge of the Black Crown to delay Priestess. Communication with the Doctor is restored. The first priority is to overcome the crisis that Priestess and PRTS have brought.

<Background 1>

「Kal'tsit has disappeared from your vision, before you even have a chance to process what has happened.
The only thing left on the deck is a jacket. 」

Mon3tr : (Pained wail)

「Next, Mon3tr's massive frame begins to contract, shrinking into a black, crystalline cocoon. 」

Priestess : AMa-10 was one of my proud creations.
This was not the result I had hoped for.

Doctor : She had a name. / Her name was Kal'tsit.

Priestess : It had its own code name. I do not recognize any significance in the renaming.

「Priestess walks towards the cocoon on the deck. 」

Amiya : Step back, Doctor! I must protect Mon3tr!

[flashes red ]

「Threads emerge from Amiya's staff, attempting to stall Priestess's steps.
But Originium continues to grow from the ground in strange angles, assimilating Amiya's Arts.
You can tell that Amiya is struggling.
Priestess, whose powers seem impossible to resist, and Kal'tsit's only legacy— 」

Priestess : You want to save it?

Doctor : ......

Priestess : I want to fix it too.
Not only does AMa-10 carry our hopes, it has also preserved a record that is very important to me.

「You have yet to recover from the shock.
You do not even have the luxury of sorrow in the face of the threat before you.
What will Priestess do next? How should you protect Amiya?
Priestess apparently notices your thought process— 」

Priestess : Why... are you afraid of me, Dr. {@nickname}?

「She approaches you. 」

Doctor : (Think... think of something...) / (Think of something!)

「The Originium spreading under your feet has immobilized you and Amiya.
You see her up close for the first time. 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Doctor : Just what are you trying to do?!

Kal'tsit : ...I'm trying to protect you.
Just like what I promised to do.
I promised to protect both you and Amiya.
Until the moment you breathe your last breath, Doctor. That's my responsibility.
But I will never stop hating you. I am in no position to educate or criticize Rosmontis. After all, I might not be able to hold myself back from taking revenge.

Doctor : ...You...

「There was a similar scenery and a similar conversation. There were different emotions during different eras. All of which are working together to bridge that large gap in your memories. 」

Kal'tsit : ......
What... did you just remember?

「'Priestess'. 」

Doctor : ......

「No. This time, you remembered her first. You remembered Kal'tsit. 」

「The physician whom you trusted so deeply still seems to be here.
You recall searching for the clues Kal'tsit left behind in Civilight Eterna...
You recall the words Kal'tsit left for you, when all the links are connected—
"I never forgot." 」

<Background 3>

Oracle : (Whispering in unknown language) No matter where in this vast universe you came from, I bid you to witness the beacons we left behind, remnants of a civilization now gone to eternal rest.
(Whispering in unknown language) Perhaps it will be our blessing... and the final gift of hope.

「You are certain that those eyes now see you, across the vast reaches of time. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Doctor : (The formulas...) / (The gift...)
Amiya! The formulas!

Amiya : Formulas?!
Dr. Kal'tsit mentioned that it reduces the loss of meta-information during transmission through special mediums...

Doctor : Reverse it.
Obstruct the transmission of information through Originium!

Amiya : What should I do?

Doctor : Link to my mind!

[Amiya closes her eyes and concentrates. ]

<Background fades out>

「There is no time to hesitate, Amiya acts.
Once again, you share your thoughts with Amiya. All the memories of your researches come back to you.
Relying on intuition and prior research, you begin to decipher the formulas, convert, then reverse...
You understand that it will not be completely effective. But you must pray that it works—
For Kal'tsit. 」

Doctor : Remember the things in my mind, Amiya!

<Background 1>

Amiya : Got it, Doctor!
Just weave it in my Arts, as Logos taught me—
Then—
STOP!

<Background flashes>

「Shockwaves from Amiya's Arts repel the Originium that surrounds you. 」

Priestess : This is...?

「The Originium attempting to trap you again is unable to progress any further. Amiya's silhouette is reflected on the countless crystalline surfaces. 」

Doctor : It's working?!

Amiya : I'm trying to hold on—
But the Originium is pressing in even faster now...
I... I need to work harder! I can do it!

「Amiya's eyes are resolute. You can't help but feel worried for her. 」

Priestess : You do not understand the powers that you are toying with.

Doctor : ......

Amiya : It seems my Arts aren't just stopping them, it's also detecting her status...
She's not as invincible as I thought—

<Background fades out and in>

Priestess : Indeed, I've been roused too soon. The rate at which Originium has assimilated this planet falls below my expectations.
In addition, the reckless behavior of those two Terrans have prevented me from utilizing Originium as I planned...
But that does not mean you can change the inevitable with your clumsy usage of our technology.

Doctor : Amiya!

<Background flashes>

「Pink threads fly out from Amiya's staff, dancing in the space enclosed by Originium.
But you sense that Amiya is facing tremendous pressure.
And Priestess's figure has become completely obstructed by Originium...
You can see Priestess's eyes in every Originium fragment, every facet.
It is as though... 」

Doctor : She is everywhere.

Amiya : Theresa is teaching me how to cast these new Arts more efficiently, Doctor!
I think I've weakened Priestess's control over Originium. I should be able to delay her—

「As Amiya's Arts run wild, you hear a reassuring voice in your head. 」

Mantra : Doctor, Amiya, we're in the Abyss. The Originium interference was weakened for a moment.

Amiya : It was...

Mantra : Raidian has reestablished communications, but the situation is rough. I can barely use my Arts to help Raidian maintain the link.
Also, she can not detect Dr. Kal'tsit's biosignal.
Where are you? What's the situation?

Doctor : We're on the deck of Rhodes Island!
We're confronting Priestess!
Get in touch with Warfarin.
Evacuate the ship immediately.

<Background 4>

Warfarin : You heard the Doctor.
Don't worry, Lancet-2 will help monitor your status.

Lancet-2 : I will not let you down, Dr. Warfarin!

Warfarin : Once you're out of the ship, establish an isolation zone around the ship according to Kal'tsit's original plan. Don't let any of those things get out!

Lancet-2 : You are not coming with us, Dr. Warfarin?

Warfarin : My patients are still here. I'll lead their evacuation myself.
Don't worry about me.
(Why am I not hearing from you, Kal'tsit?)

<Background 5>

[Comms buzzing ]

Doctor : —Bzzt—Abandon ship, repeat, abandon ship.
Back up all data—Bzzt—

Closure : I'm working on it! Give me some time!
More importantly, once PRTS is shut down, its core data must be downloaded—
Kal'tsit has set up a backdoor.
It will be the key to eliminating the threat, once and for all.

Mantra : Mechanist acknowledges.
We are moving through the Abyss.

Closure : Counting on you!
Is Kal'tsit hurt, Doctor?
Why am I not hearing from her?

Doctor : ...... / She's buying time for us.
Amiya and I will fight to the bitter end.
Rhodes Island...
Is in your hands.

[Comms end ]

<Background 6>

At the same time
Inside the Abyss

[Footsteps ]

Raidian : We have restored communications with the Doctor.
We stick to the plan.

Rosmontis : I'm not detecting any more enemies.

Raidian : Nor any new data transmission from the PRTS core.

Logos : It's too quiet.

Ascalon : Location of the core, Raidian?

[Raidian sends the location via her terminal. ]

Raidian : Here you go.

Ascalon : Continue to push towards the core and attempt to deactivate it.

Blaze : I'll take point! PRTS will definitely come up with new waves of enemies to meet us.

Mechanist : I'll take charge of analyzing the core.

Logos : 'Aurora.'
This little light will guide our way—

<Background fades out>

Logos : —?

Mechanist : What is it, Logos?

Logos : This is not my light...

「A rhombus-shaped halo hangs in the darkness, swaying gently.
It is like a cold eye, gazing upon all present. 」

Ascalon : Alert...

Blaze : Is this the 'Priestess' that Dr. Kal'tsit was talking about?

Raidian : I don't think so.
I just detected a large amount of haphazard but familiar signals.
They come from Rhodes Island itself.

Misery : What... is this?

「A massive machine emerges in the endless white noise—
All present are familiar with the components that make up its frame.
Closure has often showed off the parts that she used to modify Rhodes Island's modules. Some of them were made by the elite operators themselves. 」

Touch : PRTS has repurposed and weaponized Rhodes Island's facilities.
But where did they come from? They weren't supposed to be in the Abyss...

Ascalon : Originium.

「Originium shards scatter irregularly across the unusual machine.
No longer do they simply consume; now, they are creating. 」

Misery : Are you telling me Originium can recreate the stuff that's on Rhodes Island?

「Logos is reminded of the tower in the Assimilated Universe, and of 'her'. 」

Logos : It's not that simple.
PRTS does not have the capability to decode Originium data. Someone else is intervening.

Ascalon : Priestess.

Raidian : Its data is connected to the core of PRTS in a way that I can't understand. These things are different from the Originium entities that we faced!

Blaze : Looks like we're in for a fight.

Stormeye : I see no other way.
Ready?

[Everyone draws out their weapons. ]

Rosmontis : Ready.

「The rhombus-shaped eye glows even brighter.
Controlled by PRTS, the mimic machine charges up. 」

No target restrictions. Combat style analysis complete.
No power restrictions.
PRTS final cleanup protocol loaded—

Operation story: 15-20

After operation

Summary

The Doctor and Amiya successfully evacuate the ship, which becomes encased in Originium. Mon3tr awakens one month later, but Kal'tsit is no longer by her side.

<Background 1>

[The Elite Operators continue clashing against the Mimic Machine. ]

Ascalon : This is a tough one.
It's analyzing our combat styles and nullifying our attacks.

Misery : We've tried to adapt our tactics many times—

「Working in conjunction with Logos, Ascalon, and Misery's attacks have quickly destroyed the mimic machine's legs. 」

[The machine falls to the ground. ]

Misery : Keep it going. We must learn from each attack and be creative too—

「The mimic machine has already fell countless times under the team's coordinated attacks, but each time it stands back up. 」

Blaze : Look out! It's charging up again.

Touch : It keeps repairing itself with Originium.
We can't let it wear us down.

Rosmontis : We need to destroy that rhombus eye.

Stormeye : I have just the arrow for the job.

「Two arrows leave Stormeye's bow as the words leave his mouth.
One breaks the mimic machine's shield, but the other is stopped just before it reaches the rhombus-shaped eye...
The mimic machine has finished charging. Bright red light bursts out—
Then Rosmontis's Arts force the arrow into the eye of the mimic machine. 」

Rosmontis : Do you hurt?

「Kaboom. 」

<Background flashes and shakes violently>

「Rosmontis's Arts block the eye of terror at the exact moment of its outburst, sending overflowing energy into every direction in the Abyss. 」

[Logos blows his bone whistle. ]

「The spinning bone pen floats on top of Mechanist's head, shielding him from the rampant energy. 」

Mechanist : Thanks, Logos. Good thing you guys distracted the thing.

Logos : External attacks are ineffective. We're counting on you to find a way through from inside.
How are we doing, Mechanist?

Mechanist : After talking to Closure, we're certain that this is a special Sarcophagus.
It's not just a hibernation device; it's also what truly stores PRTS's data and supplies it with power.
The backdoor Dr. Kal'tsit left us will allow me to connect directly to PRTS's core server.
I'll destroy all the data once I've downloaded PRTS's core data.

Logos : Is this the only way to put that big guy to rest?

Mechanist : Yes.

Logos : How long do you need?

「Mechanist glances at his equipment. 」

Mechanist : Two-hundred forty seconds!

Logos : Understood.
We'll buy the time for you.

「The sound of the bone whistle echoes in the Abyss. Logos returns to the elite operators' ranks.
The mimic machine once again stands up before them. 」

[Meanwhile, on the deck, Amiya strains against the advancing crystals. ]

Priestess : Dr. {nickname} trusts you implicitly. Even with a fractured memory—
Dr. {nickname} believes you are hope.

Doctor : Don't let her distract you, Amiya! / We just need to buy a little more time for the others...

Amiya : You should get ready to retreat—

Priestess : There is no way out for Dr. {nickname}.
We will inevitably end up on the same path, our subjective sentiments notwithstanding.
You and I need not be in opposition, Amiya. I can make your wish come true.

Doctor : ......

Priestess : You always trusted me.

「Countless eyes look at you from the crystals. Priestess's eyes. 」

Priestess : You made the same promise to me. We can find the answer to the ultimate question together.
Time is short, Dr. {nickname}.

Doctor : You're not lying...

Priestess : I don't need to lie to you.
This humanitarianism that you think you're advocating simply serves to extend the suffering of Terrans before the inevitable fall of Terra.
Any questions that you still have, I can answer them.

Doctor : ......

Amiya : She's getting weaker, Doctor!
Most of the operators have evacuated. Maybe, maybe...
I want to try—

Priestess : You want to kill me?
Is this what you want too... Dr. {nickname}?

Doctor : —?!

「'Priestess'.
There are still so many secrets within her that you want to find out, about yourself, about Kal'tsit, about Originium, about that impending threat...
But you know that where she stands inevitably makes her the enemy of all Terra. 」

Doctor : ...Kill her. / Perhaps there's another way—

[The crystals keep growing. ]

Priestess : You missed your chance.
Stay, Dr. {nickname}—

[The crystals pierce through Amiya's Arts. ]

Doctor : Amiya!

「You could hardly imagine the ordeal that Amiya has gone through. She is already well past her limit.
All the threads shatter, and Originium once again closes in upon you.
You try to escape the crystals, carrying Amiya in your arms, but the rampant growth of Originium has sealed the path— 」

<Background 2>

[SLASH! ]

Ascalon : Made it in time.

Logos : Mechanist and Closure have successfully retrieved the core data of PRTS.

Pith : We will cover your retreat.

Ascalon : Now. Go!

Amiya : Wait... there's one more thing!

<Background flashes>

「With what little strength she has left, Amiya conjures a few strands of threads, and pulls the cocoon that was Mon3tr into her arms. 」

<Background 3>

[Wind howling, people murmuring ]

Warfarin : I need your help, Touch!
These patients were transferred from intensive care. We don't have enough emergency equipment.
I need you to stabilize their conditions first.

Touch : Try to gather all the wounded here, and leave the rest to me.
Casualty report?

[Footsteps approach ]

Alanna : Things are still very much in flux. We don't have a hard figure.
Current injury estimates are thirty-one serious, one hundred seventy-three minor. No deaths yet.

Guard Operator : We were able to complete the evacuation ahead of schedule, thanks to the safe zone created by Logos and Mechanist, and the help that you and Pith provided.

Warfarin : ...One dead. A patient.
I'll report in detail to the Doctor and Kal—

「She stops in mid-sentence. 」

Touch : ......

Alanna : ......

「They have all been avoiding that name.
The one who had always tended to the wounded after each operation.
Kal'tsit. 」

Touch : Help the others establish the isolation zone. We need to keep an eye on the ship to make sure no enemies get out.

Guard Operator : ...Roger.

[The operator leaves. ]

Touch : Warfarin—

Warfarin : I'm already doing my best to stay focused, Touch.
Now is not the time.
What's the situation with Dr. {nickname} and Amiya?

Touch : We all need some time to process what happened.

<Background fades out and in>

[The wind blows quietly. ]

Ascalon : We're at the isolation zone outside the ship. It's safe enough for now.

Doctor : ......

Blaze : Is Amiya okay?

Doctor : She's just tired.

Logos : Rhodes Island—

「That ship which you once called home is now completely encased in a massive Originium crystal.
The wind blows over it, blurring its outline with sand and dust. You know that you have lost Rhodes Island.
You hold Amiya in your arms. She is unconscious, but still holding that crystalline cocoon in her own arms. 」

Logos : Doctor. Rhodes Island...

Doctor : Our greatest threat at present still lies within.
We must prepare ourselves before we confront her again.
...'Priestess'.
I'm not sure what this name truly stands for.
But I will not forgive her.

Ascalon : What... happened to Dr. Kal'tsit?

「The others who escaped the Originium-blockaded area begin to gather.
Yet no one feels relieved, despite the successful evacuation.
Ascalon's question weighs heavily on everyone's hearts.
No one could have seen this coming— 」

Doctor : It's hard to explain...
It all happened so suddenly.

「You feel dazed as you look at the black crystal that an unconscious Amiya still clings desperately to. 」

Ascalon : What next?

Doctor : Reestablish communications with our branches.
We rebuild Rhodes Island.

Mechanist : So... We've lost it?

Doctor : No. Rhodes Island is never lost.
All of you are here. Always have been.

<Background fades out>

[Comms buzzing ]

??? : Can you hear me, Doctor? This is Vina.

Vina : I heard about Rhodes Island. I'm very sorry.
The nomadic plate that Dr. Kal'tsit purchased near Butchart is nearing completion.
I'll be coming to visit soon. Let me know if you need anything.
Take care, you and Amiya...

<Background 4>

One month later
New Rhodes Island under construction, Butchart, on the Victorian border

[Footsteps approach ]

Reserve Guard Operator : Midnight asked me to bring this wine back from Siracusa, Popukar.
He said it was a... Brunello specialty. I'm not a wine expert, though. Is he getting better?

Popukar : He's still locked up in Medical. Dr. Warfarin grounded him.
He got hurt dealing with those weird things coming out of the ship, which made Dr. Warfarin really nervous.
I'll give these to Midnight.

Reserve Guard Operator : Uh... what exactly happened?
I heard a bunch of versions. Some say the ship came alive and turned into a monster...
Some say they saw friends and family they thought were dead... then our ship was gone, just like that—

Popukar : Well, I'm not too sure either...
It all happened so fast. I was listening to Raidian and Dr. Kal'tsit—

Reserve Guard Operator : ......

「Dr. Kal'tsit.
Her absence will take some getting used to. 」

<Background 5>

Mechanist : Looks like we can complete the assembly earlier than scheduled.
The main connectors of this nomadic plate had already been modified to fit our equipment. The hardest part was already taken care of.
......

[An operator runs over ]

Engineering Operator : The construction has been going much quicker than expected, thanks to all the operators who provided help.
Logos's incantations saved us a lot of effort moving stuff, and Raidian saved a lot of time by checking the circuits for us.
Angelina even came back to help us do the heavy lifting!
All that stuff laid out on deck in an orderly manner in the blink of an eye—sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Mechanist : It's fine. We're all excited to hear that things are going smoothly.
But I guess you're here for something else. Is there a problem?

Engineering Operator : Well, yes.
Some of the pipes are so narrow that even these guys couldn't get them checked.

[Mechanical whirring ]

'Beepy' : (Comes out from behind the engineer looking frustrated)

Mechanist : Has Closure fixed these already?

'Beepy' : (Lowers head in shame)

Mechanist : What happened on the ship wasn't your fault, little fella.

Engineering Operator : We need to think of a way—

[Footsteps approach ]

Ray : The Doctor said I'm needed here.

Engineering Operator : —Ray?!

Ray : I was wondering why Closure rushed me over here, until I overheard your conversation.
If you need to check the pipes...
This little runt oughta come in useful.

[Ray's sandbeast scurries over. ]

Sandbeast : (Slowly stretches its backfin)

<Background 6>

[Footsteps ]

Secunda : Thank you for the detailed report on the incident, Closure.

Closure : No worries. It's just part of the deal.

Secunda : Yes, I understand. I'll report back to Consuls Clementia and Gladiia and communicate your warning.
As for the name of the individual—

Closure : 'Priestess'.

Secunda : We will reference our own databanks.
If the name has also appeared in any records of Ægir, then the threat you encountered was no coincidence.
I'll let you know about the results as soon as possible. We will also review the Joint Marine Corps deployment of the other consuls.
Once you are ready, we will deliver the necessary equipment, including medical facilities and Catastrophe detection systems.

Closure : Thank you.

[Secunda leaves. ]

Misery : You're growing into your position, Closure.

Closure : Oh, please, spare me.
I would much rather be dealing with machines.
I didn't expect Kal'tsit's job to be this hard...
Are you getting ready to leave?

Misery : No time to waste.
Babel must be informed about the details of this incident. Kazdel will check the status of Amnannam on our behalf.

Closure : Remember to tell Wiš'adel that the Doctor recommends exercising maximum caution in reviewing the use of that piece of Originium.

Misery : Don't worry, the Doctor already hammered the point in. I'll be going, then.

Closure : You're not saying goodbye to the others?

Misery : They've got plenty to do as things stand.
There's just one thing. About what happened to Dr. Kal'tsit... should we tell Babel?

Closure : ......
Tell Wiš'adel first. She'll want to know.
Let her decide whether to tell the others. I trust her on this.

<Background 7>

[Footsteps ]

Warfarin : Tracking you down wasn't easy, Closure. What's going on with the thing that I asked?

Closure : We got Nuova Volsinii's response. The new batch of medical equipment will be shipped in through their port.
The Engineering Department is expecting to complete the construction of the medical lab that you requested in three days.

Warfarin : Good. The medical center should be ready to accept patients, in that case.
Kal'tsit bought this plate a long time ago. It's much bigger than the old Rhodes Island, and it feels much more like an 'island'.
But it's going to take some time for things to go back to the way they were before.

Closure : Don't worry. I've made things modular from the get-go this time, which should make future upgrades much easier.
One more thing—
About her office...

Warfarin : Just rebuild it the way it was. Medical will maintain it.
You know, this really is going to take some getting used to.

Closure : I'll help the Doctor and Amiya with the administrative stuff as much as I can while she's gone.
I don't want to disappoint her.

Warfarin : I'll help with things in Medical.
Did the Doctor and Amiya talk to you about recovering the other modules?

Closure : Of course. They're very energetic about it. Everything is progressing smoothly.
But it will take time to fully rebuild Rhodes Island.
Retrieving the original equipment, building supply channels, restoring communications with local branches, external PR, debriefing returning operators—
The list of things that need to be done just goes on and on.
Which reminds me... about that patient, Chloe...

Warfarin : I've sent someone to the Londinium office to locate her family.
The paper that Chloe and I were co-authoring is almost complete. It will be submitted to all the major medical journals on Terra.
Her sacrifice has helped achieve a true breakthrough in the research of Originium's mutative properties, and the resulting new symptoms of Oripathy.
I must bring this to the attention of more professionals, and make sure that her memory lives on in the minds of more people...

Closure : Yes, we couldn't have done it without her.

「Closure rubs her eyes. 」

Warfarin : Overwork is bad for you.

Closure : Yeah, the Doctor told me not to push myself too far. But...

Warfarin : Trying to paralyze yourself with work may do the job for a while, but you'll eventually end up harming yourself.
Doctor's advice.

Closure : ...All of Rhodes Island is my responsibility now.
Besides, Kal'tsit had even more on her plate.

Warfarin : Then come to Medical one of these days. I'll get you checked up.
Your blood doesn't even smell of machine oil these days. HR is telling me to keep a close eye on you.

Closure : Okay... Thanks...

Warfarin : Are the Doctor and Amiya still observing 'Mon3tr' in that forest of yours?

Closure : Yes.

Warfarin : I still think it should be done on the ship. I can provide support—

Closure : This new Rhodes Island can't afford risks.

Warfarin : You think that Priestess may have tampered with what Kal'tsit left behind?

Closure : No one knows.

<Background 8>

Uninhabited area near the ship

[Rain is pouring. ]

Amiya : The rain seems to be getting heavier.

「You prop up your coat, shielding Amiya from the sudden shower.
The edge of Amiya's skirt is already all wet, but she does not seem concerned.
She is fully focused on the grass field a short distance away.
Wrapped in Kal'tsit's clothing, the black crystal emanates a dark, flowing green light.
It is rather inconspicuous in the dark and wet surroundings. 」

Amiya : The light is appearing more and more frequently in recent days.

Doctor : It's almost time.
There are no apparent changes in the surrounding Originium.
Maybe Mon3tr has not been affected by Priestess.

「You wait and watch, fighting to suppress your hope for a miracle.
For the past month, Amiya has accompanied you on your regular trips to monitor the status of the crystal.
You all needed some time to process what happened.
And you cannot help but hope that the next time you come...
That she will be waiting here for you. 」

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Doctor! Look!

[The crystal begins to glow. ]

「Complex veins meander across the hard surface of the dark-green crystal. It sinks into the ground, then a highly regular shard begins growing, spreading into numerous branches—
The branches continue to grow until they come to a halt at some point, as though someone had cut off its end with scissors. 」

Doctor : A tree?

「In this lush forest, the green crystal on the grass seems to become one with the land, as though it was always there. 」

Amiya : That's not quite what Theresa witnessed...

「The crystal does not stop growing. The branches increase in number, expanding like the verdant crown of a tree, and the veins grow ever more complex and varied. 」

Amiya : Can you tell what those veins represent?

Doctor : They're all interconnected in a fluid cycle.
It's like a particular way of storing data.

Amiya : Storing data?

Doctor : Kal'tsit's fate. / Kal'tsit's memory.

「Kal'tsit's life.
The myriad branches once again merge together, forming a massive cocoon.
All possibilities collapse into one reality.
The symbiont that had been by Kal'tsit's side ever since she awoke will continue to carry her hope, even after she is gone.
It is both a burden and a gift.
Besides, she never had a choice. This was a power that she was born with—
You hear an unfamiliar voice. 」

??? : ...Kal'tsit?

[Grass rustling ]

「The rain caresses her palms.
An everyday natural phenomenon, so alien to her sensations.
She smells the grass, touches the cold rain... she instinctively puts on the clothes in her hands.
Kal'tsit's clothes. 」

??? : Kal'tsit...?

「She calls Kal'tsit's name in uncertainty. Kal'tsit had always been by her side. She had never been alone before.
No new symbiont has emerged to watch over her, only the two of you in the distance.
She looks up blankly at the sky, trying to process all the memories she possesses, all the memories that belong to AMa-10...
The memories that belong to Kal'tsit. 」

??? : ......

「She recalls her last memory.
On that familiar deck, she fought side-by-side with Kal'tsit against Priestess— 」

??? : ...You gave me freedom.
I can see your memories, all of them...
But I can't sense your presence anymore.
Kal'tsit. Your name... a name that I loved so much—
......
But it belongs only to you.

Mon3tr : My name is Mon3tr.
You gave me this name.

<Background 8>

[Mon3tr approaches the Doctor and Amiya. ]

Mon3tr : These clothes... did Closure prepare them for me?
(Hmm. Not quite a perfect fit.)

Amiya : ......

Doctor : ......

Mon3tr : ......
Why are you looking at me like that, Dr. {nickname}?

Doctor : Mon3tr...

「You mime out the shape of the Mon3tr that you know, much larger than the figure in front of you. 」

Mon3tr : It's me, Doctor.

Doctor : Do you feel anything... unusual?

Mon3tr : What? No, I don't think so.

Amiya : Do you remember what happened?

Mon3tr : Yes. I faced Priestess together with Kal'tsit, my maker...
Then I lost her.
......

Doctor : ......

Amiya : ......

「You and Amiya fall silent.
This is not the outcome you expected, though it is undoubtedly a miracle. 」

Mon3tr : Where are we?

Doctor : Near New Rhodes Island.

Mon3tr : New Rhodes Island?

Amiya : We lost the old one in the chaos... Priestess has sealed it in Originium.

Mon3tr : What?!
Hm—that's Priestess's doing?

Amiya : ...?
(Doctor... does Mon3tr feel a little... weird?)
(It's like—)

Doctor : (Like she's getting used to her new body.)

Amiya : (I don't sense anything abnormal with her emotions.)

Mon3tr : What happened to Priestess?

Amiya : We're not sure. Rhodes Island is completely encased in Originium, making it nearly impossible to penetrate.
We're keeping it under observation until we're fully prepared for our next move.

Mon3tr : Kal'tsit has left behind some important information... but my mind is a mess. I need your help.

Amiya : Of course. But we'll need to get you checked out at the new base first.
This is important for your own health, and for the safety of Rhodes Island.
You'll need to keep a low profile, until we fully understand what's going on with you.
Right now, there are still a lot of operators hoping that we'll bring Dr. Kal'tsit home.
Give them some time, and give us some time... I'm sorry, Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : I understand.
Kal'tsit would have approved of your decision.
I will cooperate with you, fully—
Say, uh, can I consider myself a Rhodes Island Operator now?
Just like Kal'tsit.
I asked Kal'tsit so many times before, but she kept coming up with excuses to refuse me!

Amiya : ......

Doctor : Do you agree with Rhodes Island's ideals?

Mon3tr : Of course.
Well... I can't say I don't have any misgivings about the present situation, but I've never doubted Kal'tsit.

Doctor : Rhodes Island will never turn away a friend who has always been by our side.
Welcome back, Operator Mon3tr.

[The Doctor turns around and leaves. ]

Mon3tr : Doctor? Where are you going?

Amiya : ......
Give the Doctor some space for a while, Mon3tr.

<Background 9>

Amiya : So you're sure there are no other issues, Dr. Warfarin?

Warfarin : I've conducted a full examination of Mon3tr under her guidance. I didn't find any trace of Priestess's influence.
But Mon3tr and Kal'tsit were always full of secrets. There's a lot of research that I want to try—
(Kal'tsit was never so cooperative with exams!)
But I have a paper to write.

Mon3tr : You're not going to review the information Kal'tsit left with us?

Warfarin : I'd love to, but not now.
This is a moment for Dr. {nickname} and Amiya to share. I can wait for a better time.
(Take good care of her, Doctor.)
(I was surprised by Mon3tr's frankness when I was with her.)
(She may have all of Kal'tsit's memories, but it's hard for me to treat them as the same person.)

「You watch Mon3tr curiously fiddling with the command center equipment, as Amiya explains to her the additions to the newly rebuilt room.
She is very different from Kal'tsit, but they have the same strong, resolute eyes. 」

Doctor : We'll take good care of her, Warfarin.

Warfarin : Come find me if you need anything, Mon3tr.

[Warfarin leaves. ]

Mon3tr : Doctor, Amiya said that the command system hasn't been fully restored?

Doctor : Closure is working on a new PRTS.
But deciphering the PRTS source code has proven to be a challenge.

Mon3tr : I can help.
Since Kal'tsit broke through her limit, I am now able to decipher the associated code.
Restoring the command system is a priority for our future operations.

Amiya : Great! That's one headache gone.

Mon3tr : I'll ask Closure to do something about it. For now...
I won't give up on searching for any messages Kal'tsit might have left—

[Electronic beep ]

「Retrieving memory log. Validating integrity.
Memory log restored.
Validating timestamp...
Attendant AMa-10 symbiont memory conversion complete.
Reading restricted log (γ0000)... 」

Familiar Voice : If you've accessed this log, that means—
You are free.
You are not just 'Kal'tsit's symbiont' anymore. Nor are you a vehicle of the AMa-10 cycle.

Mon3tr : ...Kal'tsit.

Amiya : Dr. Kal'tsit...

Doctor : ......

Familiar Voice : (Chuckling) I wonder what name you will choose.
Will you keep the name 'Kal'tsit'?

Mon3tr : I like this name, but it belongs to you.
...'Mon3tr'. I choose the name you gave me.

Familiar Voice : To be honest, I don't want you to have to carry the burden represented by this name.
Someone gave me the freedom to seek the meaning of life. You deserve the same chance.
Go forth and find the meaning of your life. Let your heart answer for yourself your expectations for this land—
Is it hope, or destruction?
I'm sorry that I can't be with you anymore, until you've found the answer.

Mon3tr : But I have so many questions...

「Mon3tr remembers the questions that Warfarin raised to her while examining her—
"Why choose a similar form to Kal'tsit, instead of something more efficient and resilient?"
'Why hide your claws? So that others will not fear you?"
"Why have you chosen to remain human?" 」

Mon3tr : I don't know... I just chose it on instinct.
There are many answers that come to my lips, but I just can't find the right words...
I can't think like you, Kal'tsit. Too much information, too many memories. My mind is a mess...
I want to find a way to bring you back, but—

Familiar Voice : But you will never doubt your own decision.
We've walked the centuries together. I know full well that you already know the answer.
You just need some time to understand yourself.
Keep moving forward.

「The voice stops. 」

Mon3tr : ......

「You and Amiya do not want to disturb.
You can feel Amiya trying to hold her emotions back too.
You step closer to her, to give her comfort. 」

Amiya : Doctor, I...

Doctor : I feel the same way.

[A new log appears. ]

<Flashback starts here>

Mon3tr : ...This is—
For the Doctor and Amiya?

Familiar Voice : Dr. {nickname}, Amiya. I tried to envision the circumstances under which you will hear this recording.
I hope you don't find this baffling—
The destruction of Rhodes Island was not unexpected.
We face a foe far stronger than any other that we have faced before. I have failed.
But your war has only just begun.
Increasingly active Originium will bring new challenges. More pain, more suffering, more hatred, more war...
Remember the mission of Rhodes Island...
Gather the strength of the operators scattered across Terra. You will need unity, consolidated force.
This war is one of all Terra.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 9>

Doctor : She's always been like this... / There's always a Plan B, isn't there?
Is this all she had to say in the end?

「Sensing your emotions, Amiya grips your hand. 」

Amiya : Doctor...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I'm fine.

Amiya : It's okay, Doctor.
If it hurts, say so.
I won't touch your emotions without permission... But I want to share the burden.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm thinking about her.

Amiya : Me too... Doctor.
I promised Dr. Kal'tsit that I would do my duty and protect the Doctor. I'll do it.
This time, I will not cry until Rhodes Island's mission is complete.
...I really miss her.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : Are you alright, Mon3tr?

「The girl does not answer. She is focused on the databank before her, searching for something.
A massive amount of data scrolls before her eyes, and her gaze grows intent. 」

Mon3tr : There's so much...
She left so much data that I never got to access.
Maybe there's a way... it's possible...
There is a way, Doctor...
We can bring Kal'tsit back.

<Background black>

「Reading restricted log (Unknown)... 」

For now, allow me to call you by the name that we chose together, Mon3tr.
People pour love into life and long for salvation whether in hope or fear. That's why they choose to pray to gods that they've never seen...
—That life may never end.
But how could it come true? Even the most tired river must eventually flow into the ocean.
When the final moment comes, when sun, moon and stars fade... when the swaying waves no longer murmur, when all sound and sights are gone.
When the colors of winter and spring are no more, and the boundary of night and day blurs—
And only eternal slumber in endless night remains.
......
It was a poem that my maker read to me when we were lying upon the frozen earth, both exhausted from playing.
Eternal life is destined to be eternally lonely. I have known how it feels.
I am sure you too can walk alone—

Mon3tr.

15-21: Where the Land and a Fragment Belong

Summary

Rhodes Island begins a long rebuilding process, while Mon3tr continues to search for a way to bring Kal'tsit back. The Cautus who should have disintegrated and died returns to Terra, bringing changes beyond her wildest imagination.

<Background 1>

[People chattering ]

Medic Operator : The auditorium is...
Huh? Is this not the place?

Enthusiastic Voice : You're back too?

[Alanna approaches. ]

Alanna : The auditorium is this way. Follow me!

Medic Operator : I came back as soon as I got word from the Messenger.
So many people... it's like everybody's back...

Alanna : The internal layout is being continuously improved, but people still get lost all the time.
We're going to put some signs up.

Medic Operator : I couldn't believe it when I first heard that HQ was being moved to a nomadic plate... didn't have the access level to find out what exactly happened in the incident.
All I heard is something about Originium, and that the ship was abandoned and everyone was evacuated.

Alanna : No need to worry. Like the Doctor said, we'll dig the old ship out.

Medic Operator : Uh-huh... I saw Amiya on my way here. I asked about Dr. Kal'tsit.
She didn't go into details, only told me not to worry—
Before I got the chance to comfort her.

「Red still harbors hope.
She is hiding in the shadows in a corner, the bag holding her baby tooth in her pocket.
Red wanted to sneak it into Kal'tsit's pocket when she came back, but it was someone else who did. 」

Projekt Red : ......

「She wants to hear about Kal'tsit today. She knows that the Doctor and Mon3tr have been working on something in secret. 」

<Background fades out and in>

[Warfarin steps into the room. ]

Medic Operator : Uh... Dr. Warfarin? I thought it was the Doctor's presentation.

Warfarin : No need to look so nervous.
I'm simply here to give a talk on a paper. Medical Department's routine.
Dr. {@nickname} is currently busy with something else, and there is no one more suited than I.

[Warfarin faces the crowd. ]

Warfarin : This paper was co-authored by one of my patients, by the name of Chloe.
In the recent incident on Rhodes Island, she helped us complete a critical piece of Oripathy research.
Not only did this research turn the tides at the time, it also provides guidance for every medical worker with an interest in Oripathy moving forward.
Usually, this is the time when I talk about the authors, their biographies, their achievements...
When it comes to Chloe, however, I'm not sure where to start.
Her resume is largely a blank sheet. To be honest, I hardly took any interest in her past in the three years that I cared for her.
I left only a few comments in her file—
Oripathy patient from Victoria. Not always diligent about following doctor's instructions. Makes atrocious noises in the ward with her handmade clocks...
She was the one who proposed the key hypothesis of the experiment, and the one who provided a precious sample.
The sample was herself.
She asked me to harm her, in order to obtain more accurate data from the objective changes that occurred to her.

[The crowd murmurs. ]

「Few of the operators at the presentation have ever seen Dr. Warfarin so serious.
More than a few thought about sneaking out quietly at first, when they found out that she was the one presenting.
At the end, however, they all stayed, out of respect to Chloe's sacrifice, and because they all wanted to know what exactly happened to Rhodes Island. 」

Warfarin : As her doctor, I could not approve of her choice.
As a member of Rhodes Island, however, I am indebted to her courage—

<Background 2>

"Her condition was unusual, special. Perhaps she had a chance to escape the despair of Oripathy, to live on in another way.'
'Perhaps she could have escaped death."

[Slow footsteps ]

Hierda : I-I've made my choice.

Priestess : You want to go back to the land that belonged to you?

Hierda : Yes.

Priestess : You know what this means. You will face death once again.

Hierda : Death has always been the conclusion to life.
In this place, I've seen so many 'gods' that I could not even fathom, and learned so much from them.
I want to go back and tell my people...
The end may be destined, but they need not live in fear of death and disintegration.
Perhaps I can soothe the fear that Originium brings them.

Priestess : Is this all you want?

Hierda : Yes.

「The Cautus looks at Priestess with firm eyes. The miracle maker takes her hand. 」

Priestess : Come with me, then.
I will take you home.

Hierda : ......

Priestess : Is there anything here that you will miss?

「The Cautus shakes her head. 」

Hierda : Will I ever see you again?

Priestess : I'm not a prophet. I can't see your future.

「Priestess takes the Cautus's hand, and they walk into the shadow of the megastructure.
They walk towards the silent conclusion of countless civilizations, the cradle of new hope. 」

<Background 3>

"...Our joint research has validated a key conclusion."
"A change is occurring to Originium, the nature of which we have yet to ascertain. It has already had a chain effect on our patients."
"We have empirically demonstrated the existence of new symptoms of Oripathy for the first time since the large-scale infection incident in Victoria three years ago."
"This will take Terra's Oripathy research into a new direction. Whether this is for the better or for the worse remains to be seen, as we continue to accumulate case studies and data."

[Footsteps ]

Hierda : ...?

「The Cautus smells wind and sand as her eyes adjust to the light.
There is no doubt about it. This is her Terra. She is home.
She can still feel the warmth in her hand, but she is alone. 」

Hierda : You're gone...

Voice from Far Away : I can't believe there's someone else in this forsaken place—
...seek help from her... she looks even weaker than us...
I know it hurts... I'll find help... wait for me... hang in there...

「The Cautus sees someone run towards her frantically. 」

Miner : H-Hello, could you contact the nearest hospital—no, it would be too late—
Would you happen to have any suppressants? It looks like you're Infected too...

「The miner grabs Hierda's hand like a drowning man grasps at a straw. 」

Hierda : ......

「She does not have any suppressants, nor does she know how to contact the nearest hospital.
But she does not want to take hope away from her brethren. 」

Hierda : Is there any trouble? You can take me there.
Maybe I can help.

「Maybe. 」

Miner : Thank you! Thank you so much!
My brother's over there!

[The miner runs ahead. ]

<Background 4>

「Hierda is stunned by what she sees as they hurry around the hills.
A massive Originium crystal is stuck in between the walls of a vast canyon.
Hierda can see something sealed within the crystal.
A ship? 」

Hierda : What... is that?

Miner : We found a new vein here, and we wanted to give it a try before we registered it...
I mean, look at how rich the color is! Besides, there might be something even more valuable within...
But listen, there's something not right with this place! It's like someone's watching us, and my brother got infected from a wound he picked up in an accident—

Infected Worker : (Screams in pain)

Hierda : It looks really bad. You know as well as I do that he's about to disintegrate... there's nothing that can be done.

Miner : I-I can't just leave him here. We have thirteen siblings waiting for us at home—

Hierda : Listen to me. Run, as far away as possible.

Miner : B-But...

Hierda : Don't look back. Run.
I've dealt with this before. Leave it to me.

Infected Worker : (Mumbles with great difficulty) Go...

Miner : ......

[The miner runs away. ]

Hierda : I understand your pain. I know the terror that overtakes us when the light fades from our eyes...
I've been there.

Infected Worker : (Mutters in shock)

Hierda : All I can do is walk with you to the end.

「The Cautus holds the hardened hand of the dying, trying to give him one last sliver of warmth. 」

Hierda : May your pain be eased, even just a little.

Infected Worker : My pain... it-it's gone!

Hierda : ...?!

「The Cautus does not understand what happened—The rocks are still spreading on the body of the dying.
But the color of the black rocks becomes increasingly pure, and they begin to glow orange. 」

Infected Worker : H-How did you do that?!

[The man stands up, a rhombus symbol glowing on his forehead. ]

Infected Worker : They don't hurt any more. Why...?

「The shocked man tries to move, and finds that movement comes naturally, as though the accident never happened.
Except for the Originium that continues to grow.
Perhaps there will come a day when it replaces his flesh and blood in its entirety.
What will become of him when that day comes? 」

Infected Worker : I feel myself recovering. This is amazing...
H-Have I been freed from death?

「He looks at the Cautus girl, only to see the same shocked expression in her eyes. 」

Hierda : —Did you grant my wish? Or is it...

「She does not see the one she wants to see, but catches a glimpse of a figure on a distant peak, gazing at them. 」

Hierda : ......

「The figure turns around and leaves. 」

<Background 1>

Warfarin : —This paper means a lot to me personally.
Chloe's efforts reminded me why Rhodes Island exists, and why Kal'tsit is committed to our path.
Unlike any period in its history, Rhodes Island today is not only a pharmaceutical company that fights the pain brought about by Oripathy—
It must deal with the Originium problem at the source too.
We brought hope to those who had lost it. In turn, they repay us with hope.
This paper is Rhodes Island's salute to Chloe, and a promise on our part—
—A promise to Kal'tsit.

[The crowd breaks into applause. ]

「You arrive after Warfarin's speech has concluded. 」

Doctor : Thank you for doing the presentation on my behalf.
Chloe deserved to be honored.
She was a patient who saved her doctor.

Warfarin : You look happy. Are you done on your end?

Doctor : We've made progress.

Amiya : Yes, Dr. Warfarin.
With Mon3tr's help, we managed to identify some key pieces of information in the vast amounts of data that Dr. Kal'tsit left behind.

Warfarin : You mean...?!

Doctor : Let Mon3tr tell you herself.

[Mon3tr runs over. ]

Mon3tr : Dr. Warfarin! I found a way!
My connection to her was severed, but her bio-identification signals and neuron data are still stored inside my brain.
Plus the neural network I had shared with her, in theory, all we'll need is a life support device powerful enough to—

Warfarin : Slow down, slow down! What exactly are you getting at?

Mon3tr : What I mean is, although it's a purely theoretical possibility...
By using the power of the Sarcophagus...
We can bring Kal'tsit back!

Warfarin : I knew Kal'tsit wouldn't go so easily...
But the Sarcophagus? The one that was on Rhodes Island?

Doctor : We can't go back to Rhodes Island for a while. / There is only one other Sarcophagus accessible to us.
Ursus.

Amiya : It's like we've come full circle.

Mon3tr : This will not be easy. Ursus remains a dangerous place for Rhodes Island.
But Kal'tsit has planned ahead and made arrangements at all our branches across Terra. Our first priority should be to restore communications with them.
We'll need their help for what we're trying to do.

Doctor : We'll make contact with Ursus first.
Then, we'll find a way to bring Kal'tsit back.

<Background Black>

Priestess : So this is what Terra looks like now.
"Kolossal Prime Vein"? That's what they're calling that piece of Originium these days?
Hmm. Maybe it'll be a good choice for the next step.

<Background 5>

[Mechanical whirring ]

[Footsteps ]

Priestess : The rate of Originium propagation is far below expected values, and AMa-10 has been a significant hindrance.
The project must be accelerated. Time is short.
The evolution of this planet is taking place too slowly.
More radical means are called for—

「She walks deeper into the Abyss, now sealed in Originium. 」

「PRTS rebooting... 」

[Alarm blaring ]

「Reboot failed.
Error: Core code missing.
Error: Database missing. Search function unavailable. 」

Priestess : ...Looks like connection by PRTS won't be possible for now.
Perhaps—

「You don't know what you're doing, Dr. {nickname}...
It's unfortunate that you have forgotten everything, our explorations of space, the shared pins that anchor our thoughts, and the 'debate' that has lasted so many millennia...
And your very first promise to me...
Time, the most cruel of mazes. It leads us astray, and separates us from each other.
But I believe, I've always believed, that you will once again recognize the truth of this universe, and our inevitable end.
I believe that you will come back to me when that time comes.
I will wait. 」

<Background 6>

Sarkaz Mercenary : You've led us on a long walk, Sankta.
Have you decided to become a bounty hunter too?

[Footsteps ]

Oren : You talk too much, Sarkaz.
Your fate was sealed the moment you decided to attack that innocent Siracusan caravan.
But it was too close to the Kazdelian border. His Holiness has encouraged upholding justice through proper means, to maintain peace on the surface, and it was not my place to go against the rules.
This place will do.
You're too far from home, mercenary.
You should have stayed in Kazdel, and never came out of that pit of yours.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Hmph.

「Oren raises his gun. 」

[BANG! ]

Oren : ...?

Sarkaz Mercenary : ...You missed?
You—you—

Oren : My hand should not be trembling.
Yes, you should fear me, Sarkaz. It's over.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Wait! Wait—
M-Monster! What are you?!

「Oren takes a questioning look at his gun, and sees a shocking sight in the reflection of the gleaming metal.
His halo flashes frantically above his head.
Dazed and confused, he looks at his reflection again, and the devil that he is about to execute—
They look exactly the same. 」

16-1: Fool's Salvation

Summary

The last Yurodstvo gave a crazed defense before his death sentence. Years ago, Mantra once found herself facing the Royal Guard in a scuffle, and now, to locate Raidian's squad, with whom Rhodes Island has lost contact, she once again finds herself confronting the Royal Guard's tracks.

<Background 1>

Autumn, 1099
The State Council of Ursus

[The hall is filled with chatter, as every one of them waits for the end of the break. ]

Jittery Noble : Could someone please tell me how much longer His Imperial Majesty will allow this charade to continue? A day? A month? Or perhaps a whole year?
I've quite frankly had enough already. The Victorians have gained the power to control Catastrophes, and even those devil savages have built battleships that fly in the sky.
And yet we are supposed to waste our time discussing how to deal with this jester?

Respectful Servant : Sir, if I may... This is a kindness bestowed upon us by His Imperial Majesty... After all, many citizens continue to believe the madman still possesses some form of noble virtue, and that is why His Imperial Majesty was willing to allow the judgment to be publicized.
The limit was seven days, and as of moments earlier... it has been six days and twenty-one hours.

Jittery Noble : Nonsense... Absolute nonsense! Are we supposed to sit here and endure these obscenities, hoping the madman will come to his senses at the toll of the bell on the final day?

Respectful Servant : Sorry, sir, but I am afraid so. The good news is once the bell tolls, the State Council will begin voting here and now.
And when the time comes, you will never have to endure this ever again.

Jittery Noble : Hmph... I know that, of course.
Alright, now get out. The clown's death may be a foregone conclusion, but until he is in the ground or burned to ash...
...he will still be Ursus's last Yurodstvo.

[The sound of footsteps as a soldier enters the hall. ]

Silent Soldier : ......

[The soldier continues to walk as people start noticing her. ]

Jittery Noble : Huh? Did my eyes deceive me? That looked like an Imperial Guard uniform...

[The crowd now discusses what the soldier's appearance entails. ]

Surprised Noble : Is he back already? The break didn't last five minutes... He didn't even have a sip of water during his speech!

Fervent Noble : The final speech—

「All eyes are focused on an out-of-place, ragged man walking to the center of the council hall in big strides.
He is standing tall, yet his limbs seem relaxed. There is no hint of worry for the future or signs of pain that come with the struggle for survival on his face.
Barely five minutes ago, he made a speech here about love, compassion, and how he forgives all those who decided his death.
His six-day-long speech has fatigued his audience, yet he appears completely unaffected. He raises his hand, and all around him immediately fall silent.
He begins to speak with a smile. 」

Yurodstvo : My dear friends, or perhaps those who regard me as an enemy. Surely, all of us know that this is the end.
As such, I shall not be discussing the meaning of love, or proclaiming my forgiveness to you for all the mistakes you have made, and all that you put me through.
What I shall now discuss... is the future. The future of a blind, illiterate man.

Silent Soldier : Preposterous...

Yurodstvo : We must keep in mind that recounting history is a most noble power, and such power can easily blind us.
For two decades, His Imperial Majesty has shared his glory with his subjects, yet they have never made the necessary preparations to accept his blessings.
I have never once doubted the Tsar's kindness. However, a kindness that is out of time may as well be poison.
No doubt the rebellious Armies and the Northern Tundra Infected have proven my point.
The despicable villains raised their rebellious heads and spilled their vile blood on these holy lands. The arrogant scholars proclaim that they have mastered the truth, yet their harmful words feed on the souls of the innocent like wicked worms.
This ignorant arrogance propagated like wildfire. For this, the masses have forgotten what it means to be humble. The Empire has forgotten what it means to be kind. Now, our grand empire and her citizens find themselves alienated from one another.
I can see the past and the future. Not because I am wise; I am only a fool. Rather, the trajectory of the future is already written in the trails of the past.
I do not regret revealing to the masses the future that I saw. Even if I must stand trial for this, I have no choice but to spread this prophecy.
I saw the end of Ursus. I saw the fall of a great empire.

[The crowd erupts, discussing the statements that the madman has spoken. ]

Yurodstvo : And that is why I am standing here today. I ask His Imperial Majesty the Tsar to prevent all this. If my worthless life is the price to accomplish this, then please, by all means.
If even more blood needs to be spilled to cleanse Ursus of its filth, then I beg His Imperial Majesty to spill it. For an even greater cause, and for Ursus's eternal glory.
Once this trial is over, no matter the sentence, I shall begin my sacred journey.
Again and again, I shall extol the virtues of humility in an attempt to restore our unity and the Empire's glory.
Perhaps you think me an arrogant man overstepping my place, but I lead no armies and make no laws.
Perhaps you think I am fatally ill, but I am not a madman, nor am I out of my mind.
My hands are emptier than even those of the junkmen. My clothes are more tattered than even those of the Infected. All I've done—my mistake—is to see a different history and to hear different voices than the others.
The traditions that drive us never to whitewash our pain, long buried deep underground, will again be unearthed.
The cries that compel us never to attempt diminishing this cruelty, long fallen silent, will again ring loud and clear—
When that time finally arrives, perhaps... perhaps our great nation's future will change for the better. All angers will be quelled, all sins will be forgiven, and all pain...
All of it will be assuaged by the purity of patience.

<Background black>

Year ■■■■
Northern Tundra Wilderness, Ursus

[Her heart beats. ]

??? : Quick! Run!
Keep running and don't look back! Just like the others!

<Background 2>

[The group is running through the tundra, ignoring the force of snow and wind. ]

Despairing Infected : No, we won't get away... We can't run from this! Even if we make it out of Ursus, nothing but death awaits!
*cough*— *cough cough*!

??? : Stop breathing so hard. You're going to breathe the snow in and choke—

[She hears footsteps as another figure comes closer. ]

'Emperor's Blade' : Indeed.
He will choke on his blood.

Flustered Infected : *cough*—

[The infected falls down. ]

??? : —?!
What? How did you break free so fast? No way... Impossible—

'Emperor's Blade' : You are a clever one, but it is not enough. The illusion you cast on me was rooted in your own experiences, to a certain extent.
Your mistake was not realizing that putting us through the pain in your illusion is like trying to shift mountains with a feather.
At the very least, this demonstrated your power. You have what is needed to become its replacement.

??? : I told you. I don't know a thing about you or your demonic power testing, and I'm not interested.

'Emperor's Blade' : This is not an invitation. This is an ultimatum. Of course, you have been able to save them not once, not twice... but three times before I tired of this.
But I tire of this charade now.

??? : Stay back, unless you want to take away my corpse.

'Emperor's Blade' : Your 'voice' is no longer calm. You are beginning to doubt yourself.
What is the price to use the Yurodstvo's power when you are not one?

??? : I don't understand what you are getting at.

'Emperor's Blade' : All things have a price, and you are nearing your end.

??? : Perhaps we're both going to die together at that end.
Just us.

'Emperor's Blade' : So you did not hear them... or perhaps you simply do not have the energy left to notice more?
You did not hear the sound of those footsteps on the snow... You are trying to save these people, even if it means sacrificing yourself to kill us... yet you are unable to hear that they are only meaningless parasites.

??? : ......

'Emperor's Blade' : They are never willing to stray too far from their homeland. They claim to be unwilling to turn their backs on their motherland and hold onto the meagerest glimmer of hope. If they choose to run, they intentionally slow their steps, or even turn back to face their deaths.
By leaving this place, they will become unable to confirm their own existence, even if this existence would bring them nothing but despair.
Unfortunately, your warning is meaningless.

??? : What—

'Emperor's Blade' : Just as you told them.
'Do not look back.'

[She can feel the words started affecting her. ]

??? : Ugh—!
*cough*— *cough cough*! Hah—

'Emperor's Blade' : I don't wish to bring Ursus a Yurodstvo whose bodily functions are ruined. This would waste a lot of time. Even with your abilities, it's hardly a fair deal.
Thus, again I recommend that you give up, and come with me.

??? : I'll say it again, too. I have no idea what a 'Yurodstvo' is, and I have no interest in becoming one!
Besides, even if I go with you, what about the Infected? The ones you chased... into a dead end...

'Emperor's Blade' : They have their own destiny to walk.

??? : No...

'Emperor's Blade' : Perhaps you should 'speak' your mind more clearly.

??? : I said, no.
I need to...

「There is silence and tension all around. A complete 'sentence' has yet to surface out of the aether, and the snow continues to fall around them, but the black entity has stopped marching forward.
Before the next cluster of snow even touches the ground, a dark mist has already begun to spread. 」

[She mutters a word. ]

'Stay.'

'Emperor's Blade' : ......

「He suddenly loses his urge to continue forward. The other half of his cognition, stripped of reason, waits for the sight he saw earlier to reappear. 」

'Emperor's Blade' : The same trick won't work twice...

「But nothing. There is nothing.
There is only the inexplicable pause, the pitch black substance endlessly emanating from him, and the thick dust accumulated from the mist.
Almost like there is black snow falling. 」

'Emperor's Blade' : What...? But I—
....Ah.
The demon inside of me has but a slight leak, yet you are able to use my power to shackle me?

??? : I am just using the... illusion in that filth trapped in your body to make you face yourself.
No more meaningless struggles. Else...
*cough*...
Else, you will die.
In your own Dominion...
*cough*–– *cough* *cough*!!!
Now sleep...

[Her power activates, and the Emperor's Blade falls down to the ground. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[Another person approaches. ]

Timid Old Woman : Bozhe moy[note 1]. This... This—
Boy... Boy! Are you okay? Is that black monster still coming after us—
—Aah!!!

??? : *cough*... *cough*...
He... won't chase you anymore.

Timid Old Woman : What?

??? : Quick. Get out of here. Head south before he comes to. And don't you turn back again.
You have to leave this place, if you want to live...

Timid Old Woman : Wh-What are you talking about? He won't chase us anymore?
What's that supposed to mean?

??? : *cough*—

Timid Old Woman : Are you saying you managed to convince that unreasonable lich?

??? : Enough! Go!

Timid Old Woman : Go...? Go where?
The preacher told us before: 'Those who turn their backs on the motherland can scarcely be called human.' We... We don't want that!
We don't want to turn our backs on the Tsar, on Ursus... and you...
You managed to get him to stop chasing us... You saved us, and you accomplished the impossible, but you still won't tell us your name? Just who are you?

??? : That's not important. I...

Timid Old Woman : Or... are you perhaps—
Are you perhaps the Yurodstvo who vanished long ago?

??? : What...?

Timid Old Woman : But the Yurodstvo should be in the splendorous palaces of Deity Grypherburg, at the Tsar's side.

??? : No...

Timid Old Woman : Right. Right! If you don't belong here, then this blessing received is a stolen one. In that case, it's only fair that we're punished for it.
'We must endure,' 'we must persevere...' 'We must be silent!' But we haven't been able to do any of that...
Even so, you protected these sinful souls.
In that case, you must be the Yurodstvo. Otherwise, you wouldn't have the kindness and compassion to offer the Infected a helping hand, as equals.
In that case, there is only one name you could bear.
The name that you don't want us praising. The name shared by all Yurodstvos.

[The people echoes the one name... ]

'Gabrielus.'

[...as they come to worship their savior. ]

Infected : Gabrielus. Gabrielus...
It's the Yurodstvo. Our Yurodstvo has returned!
The Yurodstvo? Like the one in the tales?

Infected : Is it the Yurodstvo that Mama said would love us even if we had the Stone Disease, even if it is not by our side?
Yes, it's her! She has returned! She defeated the villains and saved us! That's something only the Yurodstvo could do!
The Yurodstvo has saved us! Yurodstvo—

「The boisterous crowd and their hands all gush toward her.
They keep pushing and pulling, like waves splashing upon a beach, all in an attempt to so much as touch the corner of their idol's shirt, even if her attire is hardly any different from the tattered clothing they are wearing.
Fully surrounded, she is no longer able to prop herself up or think. The moment her knees twitch and fall to the snow, she seems as though she is going to collapse and pass out right here and now.
But she can't. Not here. The Royal Guard is still here, and those executioners who want to use her to kill even more people are still here. She can't close her eyes. She can't... give up just yet. 」

'Gabrielus'? : *cough*... *cough*...
Ugh—

「That moment, she even seems to think that her tongue is once again working with her mouth to clearly enunciate her words. However, her body simply curls up quietly and gets smaller... and smaller.
She endures it until the pain subsides. 」

Infected : Yurodstvo—

「She is not the Yurodstvo, yet there is a price to pay.
And despite being the one mistaken for the Yurodstvo, she doesn't know what's the price she has to pay for this absurd charade. Sometimes, not knowing the price is itself a price. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Mantra? What's wrong?

[She feels the same sensation that she feels many, many years ago. ]

Mantra : ......

「The leader's quiet voice suddenly echoes in all the Rhodes Islanders' minds. 」

Mantra : Everyone, stop.

Doctor : This...

Mantra : Repeat. Everyone, stop immediately.
The area ahead is demonically corrupted.

Elysium : Demonic corruption? Here?
But aren't we one-third of an Ursus away from Sami? How could this possibly—

Amiya : Doctor?

Doctor : This may not be a normal demonic corruption... / 'Dominion.'

<Background 3>

Autumn, 1101
Central Far North Mining District, Ursus

Doctor : Raidian's squad's last known coordinates should be around here.

Amiya : According to the timestamp of the signal sent back to the city, they last sent out a message ten days ago.
The laboratory she mentioned is roughly three kilometers up ahead.

Doctor : Mon3tr, have you faced the Royal Guard before? / Mon3tr, are you able to analyze anything here?

Mon3tr : I'm looking.
Based on the scale and shape of the corruption, this is very likely to be caused by 'Dominion.'
Right, a fight against the Royal Guard probably took place here.
It's strange, though. For such an intense battle, there aren't any traces of Arts nearby.

Mantra : I understand you are worried, Doctor.
But knowing Raidian, she would definitely have tried to leave tracks we could decipher.

Doctor : At the very least, this explains something happened here that called for the Royal Guard's involvement. / Clearly that the Grand Duchess is hiding something from us.

Doctor : Raidian's squad might be in an extremely dangerous predicament. / Raidian's squad might have been involved in whatever happened here.

Mantra : Correct.
Whether they were going after Raidian or the laboratory, it seems we need to pick up the pace.

Note

Cyrillic: боже мой, "Oh my god" in Russian

Operation story: 16-2

Before operation

Summary

Rhodes Island enters Bresk to continue their search, which attracts the attention of the city guards. After helping the search party out of a tricky situation, Imperial Guardswoman Eloysius Gorchekova informs them of abnormal Infected in the mines, and seeks cooperation with Rhodes Island in investigating the matter.

<Background Black>

Doctor : We need to find a safe route to the research institute. / Elysium?

Central Far North Mining District, Ursus

Elysium : Looks like my equipment's not working right, it can't detect the precise range of the contamination.
I think this is the miners' accommodation. The real danger here might be whoever's still around, really. This is demonic contamination we're talking about.

Mantra : ......

Elysium : Captain says there's no trace of any mental activity in the entire mine, human or animal.
At the very least, the contamination hasn't blocked the way to the institute. It's mostly headed south, actually.
We can swing a detour around the north. It'll take us roughly three hours longer than the original plan, but the time loss will be manageable.

Mantra : (Nods)

<Background 1>

Mon3tr : Wow...
I've been thinking this for a while now, but you two work really well together!

Amiya : Elysium and Mantra have been working together for many years now.

Elysium : Hahaha... You could say I'm Rhodes Island's most experienced operator when it comes to working with the captain.
It takes a lot out of her to 'speak', so if it's not an emergency, I get to be the one passing on the message.
So, what do you think, Doctor? If we set off now, we should make it before sunset—
Not that the sun sets in the Ursine Far North this time of year...

Doctor : We set off right now. / Get our friend up to speed on our detour.

[Footsteps ]

Amiya : Don't fall behind now, Eloysius.

Eloysius : Sorry, was just inspecting the mine equipment, nothing to do with our travels together.
What's going on? Why did you stop for so long?
According to the map, we're very close to the institute. Don't tell me you've found some—
...thing?
It's... traces of Dominion.
The Royal Guard was here.

Amiya : You don't seem shocked?

Eloysius : I hope you're not insinuating I'm hiding something, Gospozha[note 1] Amiya, or I'd be very hurt.

Amiya : I hope you share any pertinent information with us, at least while we are collaborating.
What do you know about the whereabouts of the Royal Guard?

Eloysius : First of all, only the Tsar himself has the authority to know the comings and goings of the Royal Guard, let alone a lowly sergeant such as myself.
But honestly speaking, after the illustrious Grand Duchess of the Far North declared martial law and shut down the mines, the Royal Guard showing up would not be much of a shock.

Amiya : Then, if they're already conducting an investigation of their own here, where does that leave you?

Eloysius : You're a clever one, aren't you?
The news of abnormal Infected miners in Central Far North has made waves, and many are curious.
Naturally, while most Ursine have a right to curiosity, they do not have the same right to information.
Please understand that, as a sergeant, I am limited in what I am allowed to say. I hope my explanation will not cause too much confusion, Gospozha Amiya.

Amiya : No, it's fine. I understand the position you are in.

Eloysius : I've never minced words about how this job could improve the résumé of an Imperial Guardswoman like me.
Though I did imagine it being much easier...
Anyhow, that dream is dead. The Royal Guard being involved is a bad omen, no matter how you look at it.

Amiya : If that's the case, are you still set on traveling with us?

Eloysius : Of course. I chose to take on this task, and quitting halfway would hardly be the decent thing to do.
Before we continue onwards, shall we reaffirm our trust in one another?

Amiya : I look forward to our continued cooperation.
Just like the time we met...

Three days ago
Bresk, Far North, Ursus

Doctor : Elysium! Give us some direction!

Elysium : Mierda[note 2]... The signal's all laggy, it's like there's something interfering with our encrypted frequency!
Whatever, not important... Ten guardsmen to your west, turn right at the next crossing!

Mon3tr : What are you talking about?! The west is on our right!

Elysium : Did I say right? Gah—
Do you see the city hall? Go in the opposite direction!

Amiya : I see it, but the crossing ahead is where the plates are disconnected—

Elysium : What?!
There's nothing like that on this stupid map!
Well, you're practically surrounded by guards, so that's your only way out!

Mon3tr : Got it.
Can you keep up, Amiya?

Amiya : I can!

Mon3tr : Hold on tight, Doctor!

Doctor : Doing my best here—

Mon3tr : Your best isn't good enough. Fine, I'll hold onto you instead!

[Mon3tr leaps ]

<Background 2>

Mon3tr : Phew...
You alright, Doctor?

Doctor : I'm good. / I've gotten pretty used to it by now. / Next time, I can try running by myself.

Mon3tr : Haha, glad you're doing well! Guess I can relax, then!

Amiya : We've arrived at the designated location, Elysium.
Elysium?

[Comms crackling ]

Intermittent Noise : ...Don't...*bzzt*...stop...oving...*bzzt*—
...There's...*bzzt* *bzzt*...uards...

[Sharp buzz ]

Amiya : The line cut out.
The terminal says Elysium's still moving, but we don't have any way to reestablish communication.
It's like short-range comms have been unstable ever since we entered Bresk.
There's also no way of telling if it's because of the Far North's extreme weather, or human interference.

Doctor : I am curious, though... / Why would Bresk send so many guards to detain 'inter-city merchants'?

Amiya : It is rather strange...
There haven't been any issues with the ID cards Closure forged for us.

Doctor : Maybe we're not the ones they're watching out for. / Maybe they're watching us for different reasons.
But putting that aside...
Bresk is supposed to be a quiet city. / It's strange that it's so fortified.

Amiya : This isn't anything like the intelligence we had... If this goes on, we won't make it into the mining district.
Doctor, shouldn't we rendezvous with Mantra's team and discuss—

[Comms buzzing ]

Elysium : Doctor! Finally got you!
Keep moving! There are guards heading your way!

Doctor : I think I figured that out, thanks...

[Guards approaching ]

Mon3tr : They're fast—
Get behind me, Amiya!

Amiya : No, don't engage!

Far North Soldier : Alright, interloping scum, hands up!

Doctor : Let's take a deep breath here. / What laws have we violated to cause such a fuss?

Far North Soldier : You trespassed in the industrial zone, and attempted to infiltrate a private factory, violating Bresk's migration regulations and Ursine urban public security measures.

Amiya : Could I ask you to reconfirm, sir? When we entered the city, I'd never heard anything about a prohibition on foreigners entering the industrial zone—

Far North Soldier : It's a new regulation, went into effect just after you reached Bresk.
You will be detained under the law, and then Public Security will decide if you are to be deported or exiled, considering your circumstances.

Amiya : If we inadvertently violated Bresk's new regulation, then I deeply apologize.
We're just here to look for an inter-city merchant. It was stated clearly in the itinerary declaration we submitted upon entry to the city.

Far North Soldier : Save it for Public Security.

Doctor : We didn't mean to offend. / There may be a way for both of us to save time here.
I believe Bresk, Pearl of the Far North, treats its guests well. / I'm sure the Grand Duchess is as kind as the rumors say.

Far North Soldier : Enough of that, I don't give a damn. I'm just doing my job.

Amiya : Sir...

Far North Soldier : This way.

Amiya : No, sir. We can't delay any longer.
I'm sorry.

「You see Amiya shift her body, surreptitiously protecting you. Mon3tr observes your surroundings, looking for a way out. 」

Far North Soldier : You don't know how things work around here.
Get them.

[The soldiers get closer. ]

Mon3tr : (Warning roar)

Hesitant Soldier : Err... Ah!

Far North Soldier : What are you standing around for?! Get in there already!
What, can't even handle a little Feline girl?

Hesitant Soldier : S...Sir, look behind them.
That looks like th-th-the—

Far North Soldier : Spit it out already!

Hesitant Soldier : —The Imperial Guard!

Far North Soldier : Yerunda![note 3] Those pretentious bastards should be in Grypherburg, what would they be doing in Bresk?

Hesitant Soldier : B-But those clothes—

[A female Ursine officer shows up. ]

Imperial Guard? : I am terribly sorry, sir, but I'm afraid she is right this time.

Far North Soldier : You...

Imperial Guard? : Eloysius Gorchekova, Sergeant of the Imperial Guard, Vanguard Battalion, here from Deity Grypherburg.

Far North Soldier : What are you playing at?

Eloysius : I have a simple request for you. Overlook this little breach of protocol and release our pitiful guests.

Far North Soldier : You're with them?

Eloysius : Unfortunately, they are indeed my friends. Since you are now aware of my history with them, surely you'll do me this favor, yes?

Far North Soldier : We're a long way from Grypherburg, why should I care about that?

Eloysius : Because I stopped by Public Security and filled out all the paperwork?

「The young Ursus waves some papers in her hand. In the dusky gloom of polar night, none can clearly see what is written on them. 」

Far North Soldier : But—

Eloysius : If I were you, sir, I wouldn't play around with my future like that.
There are many lost travelers, but rarely a chance to curry favor with the Imperial Guard—Ah, yes, may I ask you your name, or your service number?

Far North Soldier : Alright, Sergeant Gorchekova. I'll report all this to Public Security. You may go.
May your authority be as eternally glorious as the Tsar himself.

Eloysius : Thank you for the kind words, sir.
But none has as eternal a glory as His Imperial Majesty. The rest of us will have to leave the stage when the time comes.
Well, I'll be off with our guests for now.

<Background fades out and in>

[Footsteps ]

Amiya : Thank you for helping us get out of that sticky situation, ma'am... but, why exactly did you—

Eloysius : Shh, they're still close by.
Also, my cute little Cautus, you may call me Eloysius.
'Ma'am' is too formal, while 'Guardswoman' or 'girl' is too crude. I believe names are what's best for our current relationship.

Doctor : Thank you for the help, Eloysius. / You really know how to handle those guards.

Eloysius : They most likely thought you were ordinary traders, easy to shake down for a quick chervonets or two, same way they treat Columbian sightseers.
But you're hardly tourists or traders, now, are you?

Doctor : Let's cut to the chase. / Why are you helping us?

Eloysius : Good, good, I appreciate candor. I will answer your questions, but not here.
Once you have gathered your friends, we can go somewhere far from prying eyes and ears.

Doctor : We don't have much time.

Eloysius : Relax, I won't be wasting your time. This is all in service of your goal.

<Background 3>

[Eloysius leads them inside a building. ]

Eloysius : Well, here we are.

Amiya : Where is here?

Eloysius : An abandoned apartment. As far as I know, the guards don't care for these nigh-empty old districts.
An empty plate may sound wasteful, but it is true. No matter how the Deity Grypherburg Times tries to cover it up, it is a widely-known fact that the population of the Far Northern cities has been dwindling these last few years.
As time goes by, this place becomes deserted, and the plate will be discarded, left to rust in the wilderness like all the other abandoned plates.

Amiya : Eloysius, we need to know exactly why you came looking for us. Now, ideally.

Mon3tr : (Vigilant stare)

Eloysius : Could I ask everyone to lighten up a little, please?
There are a lot of you and only one of me. What kind of threat could I possibly pose to people of your caliber?
Could I ask the Phidia lady standing outside the door to tell your friends that I'm not lying?

Elysium : Captain says there's nobody else here. The district is safe.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Choosing this place to talk means you also need to be covert.

Eloysius : A friend of mine used to live here. She had hoped to achieve her dream of completing a saga for the Ursine people, but was defeated by the frigid cold—She is doing very well in Grypherburg, I should add.
But thanks to her, we have this place to shelter both from the cold wind, and from people snooping around.
I'm sure I'm not the only one here who wants to stay out of trouble.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I had hoped the Imperial Guard would at least treat us to dinner.

Eloysius : You're a funny one, my hooded friend. It takes a clever mind to grasp humor.
Once we have discussed our important business, I would be happy to entertain you with a meal if you are all still interested.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Eloysius : Firstly, since I've already introduced myself, may I have the pleasure of knowing your names?

Amiya : We've come from Victoria and—

Eloysius : Still insisting that you went into the industrial zone to meet with an inter-city merchant, a widow who goes by the name of Olga?
A very reliable cover story, one that will fool a vast majority of the city's port officials.
But no matter how you put it, it is rare for a commercial party in a nomadic city to be using military-grade encrypted communications.

Amiya : Was it you intercepting our communications?

Eloysius : No, no, I would never do something so crude.
It may have been the aurora, or the recently upgraded defense equipment. You truly are unlucky, coming to Bresk during the most interesting times it has ever seen.

Amiya : ......

Eloysius : I have been honest on my part. If you still have things you wish to keep hidden, then I am afraid we have to break things off here.

Doctor : We're a pharmaceutical company. / Rhodes Island.

Eloysius : See? Honesty isn't so painful, is it?
Rhodes Island... I have heard this name mentioned many times while investigating Infected rumors from all across the land.
Based on what I have pieced together from these tales, you lot are the stuff of legends.
But no matter how true they are, the most recent instance I have encountered your name was in that paper you published about aberrant changes in the Infected.

Doctor : You don't strike me as a colleague in the field. / I never thought you'd be interested in Oripathy studies.

Eloysius : Pardon me for letting you down, but not every newly minted Grypherburg noble is an uneducated lout.
There is not a nation on this land that can overlook the Infected question, though their policies in answering it may differ. Anyone with a modicum of common sense would know just how important this scientific achievement of yours is.
But there is one thing I am curious about. Despite this groundbreaking discovery, Rhodes Island has kept a low profile, instead of using it to do more business.

Doctor : Is that why you came to find us? / This doesn't explain how you knew our whereabouts.

Eloysius : Oh, that can easily be explained. I think anyone who goes into the Far North's Central Mining District right now is doing it for the same reason.

Amiya : You mean you also want in?

Eloysius : What, do you not?

Amiya : We... need to get in.

Eloysius : Sure enough.
You don't have a way into the mining district, and as it turns out, I have need of some Oripathy specialists. The perfect recipe for cooperation.

Doctor : So you want us to go into the district with you?

Eloysius : Of course.
The authorities here will not look kindly on some Grypherburger sticking her nose into Far Northern affairs, after all.
As things are, your cover as merchants will do you no good, nor will it help me, so let's forget all the masks and red tape and shake hands right here. That is one solution to all our problems.

Amiya : But what is it you want to do in the district? And what do you need from us?

Eloysius : Was I not clear?
I'm hoping Rhodes Island will accompany me into the mining district to collaborate on an investigation into the Infected affair.

Amiya : The 'Infected affair'? What exactly are you referring to...?

Eloysius : Oh, my dear, sweet, naive little Cautus, my patience has its limits, you know. There is no time to be playing dumb.

Amiya : No, that's a serious question.
We lost contact with one of our mobile medical teams in the Far North's Central Mining District, and we need to find them.
We really have no idea what this 'Infected affair' is, and I hope you will elaborate.

Eloysius : You want into the district just for—
Wait, so you really don't know?
That's impossible. To my knowledge, you've built many more medical posts all across Ursus in the past few years—

「Simple doubt replaces the suspicion on the young woman's face, before finally shifting to a sudden realization.
She understands how her assumptions have led her astray. 」

Eloysius : —No. You just said 'mobile medical team'...
No fixed offices means no steady access to a network of contacts with the latest intelligence. I don't know what issues Rhodes Island is currently facing, but it seems the information you have is limited.
And because this is Ursus, you have been unable to do much. Because of your lack of information, you have been blindly running into walls this whole time... Haven't you?
......
Chyort poberi![note 4] I was too impatient.

Doctor : We really don't know what this 'Infected affair' is. / Does it have to do with Bresk's current state of affairs?

Eloysius : Forget it. Forget I said anything. That favor before was free of charge, no need to thank me.

Amiya : Wait!
The very fact that you came looking for us means there is the possibility we can work together on this.
Could you not tell us what exactly happened in the mining district?

Eloysius : I really... Gah! I really should have thought things through more before making a choice.
And here I was, thinking you were wracking your brains on how to enter the district upon hearing the news. You should know that this information is worth quite a lot on the black market.

Amiya : We're not that kind of organization... but that doesn't matter right now.
We have a natural reason to be invested in anything to do with the Infected. That's why you came looking for us, wasn't it?
Please, tell us.

Eloysius : Fine, fine! Since I'm already here, I may as well do something, even if it is just for some Infected.

Amiya : The Infected are Ursine citizens, too.

Eloysius : You are correct, precious little Cautus. The Infected are indeed Ursines, and that is before we mention those miners that the Tsar personally promised 'life, not survival'.
The miners are the backbone of Ursus, keeping its war machines running. A fact that those corrupt old nobles and their puppets haven't realized yet.
But even they must know that Ursus must change.
......
My word, what am I even babbling about...? Good thing those sharp-tongued, poison-spitting colleagues of mine aren't here, or they would laugh me into my grave.

Amiya : You should not feel ashamed for this.

Eloysius : Spoken words are like spilled cystymilk: they freeze solid in this weather.

Amiya : So what is this 'Infected affair'? It sounds like it has to do with the Infected miners?

Eloysius : Listen, if you dare leak any of this...

Amiya : You have my word that no matter what you have to say, we will not disclose it.
There is no benefit to making an enemy out of Ursus. We know that well.

Eloysius : Give me a moment, I need to figure out where to start...
You know, of course, that Bresk borders the Far North's Central Mining District, and is also the largest nomadic city in the north of Ursus.
This means the city administrates a total of thirty thousand square kilometers' worth of mines scattered across the Far North, alongside two hundred thousand Infected.

Amiya : ......

Doctor : We are familiar with the basic facts of this place. / What issues arise in this sort of system?

Eloysius : Please don't look at me like that... Sorry, I knew this sort of talk would anger you.
But the Tsar does not wish for these Infected miners to be treated as cheap labor. On the contrary, his decrees have shown a lot of care for the people of Bresk.
Things have been going rather smoothly in the city these past few years, until three months ago...
Yes, this is where your company's area of expertise comes in, along with that paper.
Three months ago, large numbers of 'abnormal Infected' were discovered in the Central Mining District. Their symptoms were very similar to the ones described in your paper.

Amiya : (Three months ago? Wasn't that...?)

Doctor : You mean...? / That's the reason why Bresk is under martial law?

Doctor : How many 'abnormal' Infected are there in the district?

Eloysius : That's the question.
Right now, nobody knows just how many 'normal' Infected are left in the Central Mining District.

Note

Cyrillic: госпожа, "Miss" in Russian

"Sh*t" in Spanish

Cyrillic: ерунда, "Nonsense" in Russian

Cyrillic: чёрт побери, "Damn it!" in Russian

Operation story: 16-3

Before operation

Summary

Raidian leads a team back into Ursus to find information on the Sarcophagus. The miners of the Far Northern Central Mining District kill a Patrol Unit that attacked them, wanting to leave the district. To remove the positioning chips within the miners' bodies, their leader Rankin asks Raidian for help, who is also in the district at the time.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

Meeting Room, New Rhodes Island

Amiya : Any clues on the Sarcophagus?

Mon3tr : The very latest activity we know of involving the Sarcophagus came after the Chernobog-Lungmen incident, when the Ursine government retrieved the entire system.
As for what they actually plan to do with it, they've been keeping it under tighter wraps than ever. There's nothing more about it in Kal'tsit's records.

Doctor : It's not like we can directly ask the Ursine government to borrow it... / Do we have any other way of finding its location?

Mon3tr : Looking at the official register made after the Chernobog research institute was destroyed, there were no survivors other than Sergei.
We did manage to find some clues when looking into what happened to him afterwards.
He had established a new institute to continue researching the Sarcophagus. In the short period of time that the institute was operating, one name really stood out to us—
Artyom Chaadayev.
He was vice-director at Sergei's institute, but he's a complete ghost, with no verifiable academic or political background to speak of.
We may be able to make a rational deduction...

Doctor : That this man had a special connection to Sergei? / That this man had a special connection to the institute?

Mon3tr : No matter what his connection may be, he might be the key to our breakthrough.

Amiya : So we need to find this Artyom?

Mon3tr : No, things get a little more complicated from here on out...
He's proven to be very hard to track ever since Sergei's institute shut down.
According to Kal'tsit's intelligence, he died of heart failure in the Grypherburg Imperial Sanatorium last winter.

Doctor : He maintained a good relationship with Ursus to his last. / Maybe we can look into the people who knew him.

Mon3tr : Great idea! That's what I was thinking too.
There's another researcher who had a connection to Artyom.
Ksenia Markovna Nelidova.
We have a lot more detail on her background. Before the Sarcophagus incident, she had briefly served as Ilia's assistant at the Chernobog research institute, and had crossed paths with Kal'tsit.
Recent intelligence indicates she is currently in the Ursine Far North, working at the Central Mining District Laboratory, administered by the city of Bresk.
That's where Artyom's final letters were sent.

Doctor : It doesn't sound like a particularly reliable clue... / But it's the only clue we've got.

Doctor : We should go to the research institute and find her.

Warfarin : I have to remind you, Doctor.
While we're all determined to bring Kal'tsit back, we must thoroughly evaluate the risks of every mission.
Rhodes Island cannot bear any more losses.

Doctor : But...

[Footsteps approach ]

Raidian : I'll go.

Amiya : Raidian?

Raidian : Ursus has always been a dangerous place, and we have very limited intelligence for this mission.
And there are many important decisions the Doctor and Amiya must make while Rhodes Island is being rebuilt.

Amiya : Raidian, I can—

Raidian : I know you're a capable young woman now, Amiya, but that is exactly why you need to stay here and handle our most important tasks.
The latest news from Laterano is also worrying, and the Doctor will need to see to it personally. Allowing Rhodes Island to steady its footing in our new home is our top priority.

Amiya : You're right...

Raidian : If it were just an infiltration mission, then Misery's team would be the best choice, but information gathering is my team's specialty.
Besides, there's no one better to send back to Ursus than me, is there?

Closure : You make some real compelling arguments, Raidian...
But it's your decision, Doctor.

Doctor : This will be a very dangerous mission. / Stay safe, Raidian.

Doctor : Rhodes Island cannot lose anyone else.

Raidian : We will. We'll act with caution as a mobile medical team.
The rest of you, take care of yourselves while we're out, okay?

Amiya : Of course...
I hope that all of you come home safe.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background Black>

Wizened Voice : '...I shall meditate and share in his pain.'
'One man's pain is everyone's pain, one man's sin is everyone's sin...'
'May sinners repent with all their heart, may their sins be forgiven, and their souls find salvation...'

<Background 2>

Five days ago
Central Far North Mining District, Ursus

Pained Howling : Wargh—!
Ahhhhhh—!

[Two people walk past the screams. ]

Elderly Woman : Oh my...

Young Miner : It's... okay, ba-babushka[note 1]. D-Don't... be scared.
It's U-Uchitel[note 2] Rankin... He's chased away the P-Patrol Unit chasing us.
We're s-safe for now.

Elderly Woman : Yes... for now.
Where else can we go? Where must we go to find shelter...?

Young Miner : B-Babushka... are-are you hungry...? I'll go ask Hawley... for another piece of bread.

Elderly Woman : I'm fine... You're such a sweet child, but I really am.
Go see Rankin.
He has done so much, his spirit must be nearly worn away.
Go see him. Do not let him be burdened any more than he already is.

Young Miner : Uchitel, he...

<Background fades out and in>

[Footsteps ]

Youthful Miner : Phew...

「Under the twilight sky, the young man's stern countenance eases.
The cold soon cools the warm blood staining his pickaxe. The enemy before him is completely routed. 」

Frightened Patrol Unit : Don't... Don't kill me! You're not allowed to do anything to me, I surrendered!

Youthful Miner : But we haven't accepted that surrender.
Tell me, how many of these squads are pursuing us?

Frightened Patrol Unit : Chyort![note 3] I don't—I don't know!
Every Patrol Unit's independent, we don't talk to each other!

Youthful Miner : Tell me something I don't know, or I'll have no reason to let you live.

Frightened Patrol Unit : Wait, don't! Listen to me!
The chips you have in you! The diagnostic chips!

Youthful Miner : Chips? You mean the ones used to check how infected we are?

Frightened Patrol Unit : Ha... Hahaha...
'Rankin the Noble', 'Rankin the Hero', are you really so naive?
Those chips send your coordinates to the mine's research facility and nearby guard posts. The moment you try and leave the mining district, or the chip leaves your body—
Boom!
Losing a single leg would be lucky. Losing both is definitely possible. You won't be running anywhere like that, haha!

Rankin : ......

Frightened Patrol Unit : Just give up already, Rankin... You think you can leave this mine by killing a Patrol Unit?
There's nowhere to go. Ursus will chase you forever.
Surrender. It's the only way you won't die a miserable death.

[A miner slams down his weapon. ]

Excited Miner : Don't listen to him, Rankin! If the chips really did blow up, we'd have a bunch of three-legged burdenbeasts walking around!
The Patrol Units are worse than bastards! An honest one of them is like an aphid in winter! I got to know them before I became infected!

[The miner beats up the soldier. ]

Frightened Patrol Unit : Gah—!

Excited Miner : You've done enough today, Rankin. Leave this one to me!

Rankin : ......

[A young miner runs over. ]

Young Miner : N-No!
St-Stop—killing people!
We don't... need to! N-Nobody's... badly hurt...
Uchitel!

Rankin : ......
Let him go.

Excited Miner : Get back, Vetochki! What's the point in showing a man like him mercy?
It was these bastards who killed Paulina, all because she was caring for an unregistered child... She was pregnant when they hanged her!
Have you forgotten all the terrible things they've done?

Vetochki : I... I...

Frightened Patrol Unit : Urgh! *cough* *cough*
Haha, thank you, Vetochki.
I remember you... You were the meekest of all the children. You will have a happy ending, even if the rest of these scum—

[Rankin thrusts his blade into the soldier, killing him instantly. ]

Vetochki : Uchitel!

Rankin : ...At least I didn't let him bleed out slowly in the snow.
Stand up, Vetochki. Go to the back and find that doctor for me.
Paul, go get Nikto and tell him to gather everyone who wants to leave the mining district at the south dormitory.
Get them ready, we need these chips out of us.

Excited Miner : You believe what that guy said?

Rankin : Doesn't matter, we need the chips out of our bodies. Even if they don't explode, they definitely transmit our location.
The Patrol Units have already found us once, and we don't know when the next squad will show up. If this keeps on, we'll be on the back foot the entire time.

Excited Miner : Alright, I'll get it done.

[The miner leaves. ]

Vetochki : Uchitel, y-you pro-promised... me...

Rankin : Oh, you're still here.
I didn't promise you anything, Vetochki.
Besides, if the rest of the bastards in his units are dead, why should he be any exception? Because of his arrogance? Because of his ridicule?

Vetochki : No...

Rankin : ...Never mind. You wouldn't understand. Forget what I just said.
Right, take this.

Vetochki : What... is it?

Rankin : A stopwatch. I found it in the institute, should still work. When we get a minute, I'll teach you how to use it.
From now on, you won't need to live your life counting meaningless numbers, worrying about a miscount leaving people dead in the mines.
At least now... Go, Vetochki. Go help me find her.

Vetochki : Uchitel, your hand... is shaking...

Rankin : Hush. Go do what you have to do.

Vetochki : ...At least... let me...
Pray that your... soul... can be... saved.

Rankin : Even though you've seen how those men treated us, and seen how I killed them?

Vetochki : Y-Yes.

Rankin : Do not be so quick to bless others, or to forgive them, Vetochki. Me included.
Now go already. We don't have time.

[Vetochki leaves ]

Rankin : ......

<Background 3>

Raidian : ...Gospodin Rankin.

[Rankin enters the tent. ]

Rankin : Hello, Gospozha Serafina.
Though we have not known each other for long, I want to believe that, since your medical team was willing to come to such a remote place to treat the Infected, you are people I can trust.
I am sorry that I now have no choice but to ask for your help.

Raidian : Please, go ahead. As long as it's something I can help with.

Rankin : I just learned that inside every miner, there is a tracking chip that could explode at any moment. We need a way to extract them so we can escape the Patrol Units.
I am prepared to serve as a test subject myself.
If it is successful, please perform the surgery on the others. If it does unfortunately explode, then I hope you will be able to give me first aid.
If I die... then I ask you to tell everyone waiting for me about this.
Now, I must ask you to leave—

Raidian : No. Let me do an examination first. May I?

Rankin : Go ahead.

[Raidian examines Rankin. ]

Raidian : ...I regret to inform you, these chips really could explode.
They contain miniaturized, high-powered Originium bombs. If the chip does not receive electrical signals from the local district relay or the human body, it will trigger an explosion...
If you hope to get everyone out of this district, then you must remove the chips.

Rankin : Amazing. Is this your Arts at work?

Raidian : Of course...
I may be able to temporarily copy the signal to fool the receiver. But I must warn you, this still carries a great deal of risk.

Rankin : We can't afford to wait for a perfect solution. Your idea is good enough.

Raidian : One moment, then.

「Raidian starts using her Arts, causing beams of energy to resonate at the same frequency as the chip's receiver.
Rankin nods and sits down, grasping the hilt of his dagger. It is cold, smooth, and solid as he rubs it against the calluses of his palm. 」

Rankin : You'd best back away from me a bit, Doctor.

Raidian : That won't be happening. This is the first time I've tried it, so I need to observe it in real-time.
I can guide your hand using nerve impulses. Take care not to detonate the chip.

Rankin : Incredible... It's a shame we didn't meet sooner.
I hope we will still have the chance to chat after this.

「Rankin wipes his dagger with some alcohol, pointing its blade at the scar on his leg before plunging it into his flesh. 」

<Background fades out and in>

[Heart pounding ]

Rankin : Phew...
...It worked, right?

「The youthful miner nearly leaps up, forgetting the cut on his leg oozing blood. 」

Raidian : Calm down, your wound needs dressing.

[Rankin sits upright. ]

Rankin : Ah, of course. Thank you, Doctor. I owe you my life.
You are truly amazing. I have never seen a physician as skilled as you. You even remind me of an Ursine soldier.

Raidian : What do you mean by that?

Rankin : Sorry, please do not misunderstand me. This is the highest praise I can think of.
I mean true Ursine soldiers, not those Patrol Unit brutes. The ones who drove off the invading Nightzmora and freed us from the tyrannical Hippogryphs. They were true heroes.
Oh, yes, have you read Igor Velikiy's biography?

Raidian : We should prepare for surgery on the others. How many will we need to operate on?

Rankin : I'm afraid it's a number that will leave you and your colleagues running ragged.

Raidian : My decoy electrical signal can cover the entirety of this area, and my colleagues can coordinate the surgeries. That being the case, I reckon we will need to stay here for some time.

Rankin : Time is something we are short on.
Have the medical team prioritize the elderly and children, then teach the others to perform the surgery. Hand out some scalpels. My people are not squeamish.

Raidian : I would appreciate it if you did not make medical decisions for me.

Rankin : Ah, no, Doctor, I did not mean to order you around.
Since the duty of leading everyone out of this mining district is mine, I need to make decisions accordingly.
Patrol Units who can show up at any time, extreme weather, lack of supplies... All things that will prove fatal.
I hope we can reach an agreement on this.

Raidian : No matter what happens, we need to be wary of infection. My team will oversee the sterilization procedures.

Rankin : Then let's begin.
'Act first, then discuss the future.'

<Background 4>

Nikto : Blurghhh—!
*cough* *cough*! Blergh... *cough*!

Rankin : Is this your limit?
When you were eating smoked sausages back in Grypherburg, did you never wonder how they were made? Never went to see the slaughterhouses in the satellite cities?

Nikto : Idi nahui![note 4] Rot in hell, Rankin! Suka blyat'![note 5]
I swallowed a bunch of snow but I still can't get the smell of blood out of my nose. Next time I have the chance, I'm dumping fresh burdenbeast blood into your soup!

Hawley : Fresh burdenbeast blood is expensive. A bucket can cost more than a hundred chervontsy, we can't afford that...

Nikto : It was a metaphor, dammit... I didn't know you used to be a gourmet chef, Hawley.

Hawley : My son transported that sort of thing when he was a truck driver. The Grypherburg nobles believed the blood of young burdenbeasts would make them beautiful.
He told me a lot of things about the city in his letters, but the last one I received was seven years ago. I hope he's still alright...

Rankin : Then I'll have to ask you to make sure Nikto doesn't mess with my dinner.

Hawley : I'll make sure. Nobody is messing with anyone's dinner.

[Hawley leaves. ]

Nikto : I hope this won't end up being our last meal, or I'll be cursing you to the grave, Rankin.

Rankin : Whatever you say. I'm in good spirits today.
It's been so long since I've felt this sort of freedom.
We have finally broken our shackles. We are free now. What we want to do, where we want to go, and how we want to live our lives, we can decide for ourselves now.

Nikto : You should save the poetry recital for when we're actually safe...
So, what now?

Rankin : The plan hasn't changed.
We head south to the border with Kazimierz, find the village founded by the Infected, the one that belongs only to the Infected. There will be space for all of us there.

Nikto : You're just blindly believing in this 'Reunion' without even knowing if they're the real deal...

Rankin : No, I have my reasons to believe.
A few years back when I was stationed at the border, I heard a lot about them, information I could trust.
They provide shelter for the Infected, give out medicine for free, and have fended off many Patrol Units who wanted to push around people like us. I believe we will find people who share our ideals there.

Nikto : That just makes me think it's some Infected delusion, or the army spinning up an excuse for a bigger share of taxes.

Rankin : It makes me wonder why it took until now for a banner like this to be flown.
If... If we find out they do not exist, then it should be us who raise the flag.

Nikto : Hah... And here I thought your time on the border would have taught you better.
Just imagine for a moment, if you had saved that count back then instead of that Infected, you could be a lieutenant right now, maybe even a captain.
Patrol Units like the one we ran into today would be licking your boots with a wave of your finger.

Rankin : Then I should be even more grateful for the choice I made that day. Otherwise, I would not have had the chance to see this nation's true face, or learn what my life's greatest calling is.
Our people have been duped and deceived for far too long! They believe their current lives are what they deserve, forgetting what they should really have!
This is not only a conflict between the Infected and ordinary folk. If one day, all the Infected in Ursus died, they would use some other standard to decide who to cast into the mines.
Why do some have everything handed to them, while others must struggle for survival? Who do the fruits of their bitter toil go to?

Nikto : But who actually gets to say what people deserve?
Maybe the way this land is is the way things should be. Even if there were another Terra, even if civilization started over from scratch, things might not turn out any different from now.

Rankin : No... I don't believe that.
When you opened your eyes and actually looked at everything around us, did you not feel anger? When we feel such an instinctual rage, that means everything is wrong!
You should know that, based on what you've been through, Nikto.

Nikto : Don't bring up that crap, it's ancient history...
Fine... Even if it is as you say, how far are we from the border? What other things will we run into on the way there?

Rankin : I have a plan. Why do you think I asked you to gather up those chips?
They didn't blow up when we took them out of us like other chips, which means they still work as positioning devices.

Nikto : You...

Rankin : These things have brought us so much suffering. Why not use them to our advantage against the Patrol Units?

Nikto : That's not what we agreed on when we decided to escape!
You know our condition, Rankin. How many of us can even move right now? Maybe half?
We might be able to beat one or two Patrol Units, but we can't hold off all of Ursus! The only thing causing more bloodshed would do is to trap us here even further!

Rankin : If we want to live, taking this step is only a matter of time.
Every Patrol Unit lackey we kill is another spare ventilator in our hands.
Any supplies we seize can be used to leave the icefields, and allow children like Vetochki to live to see another day.
Have you forgotten what gave us the opportunity to leave this place?
Even if that thing can't be called human, we were the ones who killed it.

Nikto : I don't know what you're talking about.
You've become completely unreasonable, before we've even left the mining district!

Rankin : I don't want to fight over this, Nikto—

[Vetochki approaches ]

Vetochki : Uchitel?
And... Nikto, you're... here too...

Rankin : What is it?

Vetochki : N-Nothing. I just came to see if... you had eaten yet...

Nikto : Oh, you don't need to ask this guy. His stomach's already full of his grand ideals.

Rankin : Haha... You're not really wrong.
You should focus on our physician friends, it was they who did all the hard work today.

Vetochki : I just went to... see them. They're... about to... rest.

Rankin : Good. You've worked hard too.
How's the wound, does it hurt?

Vetochki : I... I'm okay. Everyone's... okay.

Rankin : Really now? Everyone's been very brave.
Go rest. Eat your fill, then sleep tight.

Vetochki : Eh... We... don't have much food... My portion's... not very big...
Take care of yourself... too... Uchitel...

[Vetochki leaves ]

Nikto : Vetochki really trusts you, Rankin, always calling you 'Uchitel', like you're her teacher.
Everyone trusts you. They're waiting for you to get them out of here.

Rankin : I know, which is why every word I tell her is what I know to be true in my heart.
It is the same as when I lead everyone. I take the path I believe to be right.

Nikto : Let's hope you are.

Rankin : Relax a little, Nikto. Today is the day of our first victory. It's a good omen. No need to look so anxious.
When someone awakens to the truth and decides to set off on a journey, it is the grandest of beginnings.

Nikto : Quoting from Igor's biography again?

Rankin : No, those are my own words.
Trust me, Nikto. We are doing great things right now.

<Background 3>

Rhodes Island Medic Operator : All the surgeries are complete, Captain.
Some of the patients are developing fevers, and we're limited in what we can do...

Raidian : Got it. I'll go have a word with their leader after this, and do my best to ensure the wounded are provided with food and water.
You've worked hard today. Get some rest. Taking care of yourselves is important too.

Rhodes Island Medic Operator : Captain, we still need to—

Raidian : The Far North is under martial law, and the weather is affecting our ability to communicate too. It's difficult for us to connect to the outside.
What happened here will surely draw the attention of the Ursine authorities. We need to leave ASAP. We can't stay here.

Rhodes Island Medic Operator : But do we really need to work with them?
I'm worried that if we do, we'll be drawn into a conflict with Ursus...

Raidian : Rhodes Island has no reason to make an enemy of the Empire, but right here, right now, these are just people struggling to survive.
Changing the lives of the Infected has always been our mission.
Besides, they have also helped us out a lot.
Don't worry for now, just do your best to prepare for the unexpected. I'll keep trying to get in contact with our base in the city.
If they can receive the information we sent earlier... I hope they will notice the clues we left behind when they come to help us.

<Background 5>

Three days ago
Bresk, Far North, Ursus

[A newsboy runs over to Amiya. ]

Passing Newsboy : Bresk Times, get your copy here—
Do you want one, devushka?[note 6]

Amiya : Oh, s-sure. How much?

Passing Newsboy : Twenty para, is that okay?

Amiya : That's fine.
But I don't have any spare change on me... Here, take this.

Passing Newsboy : Thank you, devushka! You're amazing!

「Amiya carefully places an entire Chervonets in the boy's palm. He quickly disappears around the street corner, as if frightened his benefactor might regret her decision and take it back. 」

Amiya : ......

Doctor : Amiya? / What're you looking at?

Amiya : That boy's clothes looked... very thin.
Bresk is colder than the Ursus I remember.

Doctor : It was winter the last time we were in Ursus. / Bresk is further north than Chernobog.

Amiya : I still remember...
It was the first time I saw such intense fighting. I was so nervous I forgot to be scared.
At the time, I thought I would never see anything so dangerous again.

Doctor : We've been through a lot since then.
At least now there's no Catastrophes or people chasing us. / At least now I know who I actually am.

Amiya : Yes.
On that topic, Doctor, it's rather rare for us to have the chance to quietly watch a city like this, isn't it?
Chernobog, Lungmen, Londinium... Wherever we go, our memories seem to be filled with chaos and the fires of war.

Doctor : It's how this land should be. / We should remember what this city is like now.
Let's check today's paper. / Does it say why the mines have been blocked off?

Amiya : (Shakes head)
We might only be able to learn more once Eloysius has finished negotiating with the Grand Duchess.
She said she would help us apply for a permit to enter the mining district, but how will she actually go about doing that?

Doctor : She made sure we knew how limited our info is. / She wants us on the back foot.

Amiya : The Grand Duchess's office is right ahead.
From the intelligence we gathered beforehand, her name is Elisaveta Konstantinovna Lacitsara.
She's not the typical Ursine noble. Her policies are known for being kind, to Infected and non-Infected alike.
Every channel of information we've checked describes her as a good person.

Doctor : A woman like that deserves more than just 'kindness'. / The Grand Duchess must also be a bright woman.
Her office is rather humble-looking. / Almost looks like a regular home.

Amiya : The buildings in Bresk are relatively short and regular. It must be the style here in the Far North.
But looking at the map, all the surrounding buildings seem to almost envelop it. A rather unique location, in terms of urban planning.

Doctor : So, here we are again. / They're not even letting us wait inside this time.
A no-nonsense young lady. / A local leader with quite the reputation.

Amiya : Are you worried, Doctor?
Honestly speaking, so am I. Even if Eloysius has made her thoughts on the matter clear, we still do not know her true goal—

Doctor : (Shakes head) / Doesn't this all feel rather familiar?

Amiya : Oh... You mean like in Lungmen?
Ch'en really is no-nonsense, isn't she?

Doctor : Don't you mean 'hard to work with'?

Amiya : Let's go with 'strict'.
Ch'en treats others the same way she treats herself. That's how it was back then, that's how it is now.
Oh, right! We got news from her before we left home. While she didn't go into detail on her movements, she sounded well.
When she heard about what happened, she promised that if Rhodes Island needed her, she would return.

Doctor : We've made a lot of friends. / But a lot have left us too.

Amiya : I still remember when we were working with Ch'en, the one who actually represented Rhodes Island and negotiated with Chief Wei was Dr. Kal'tsit.
......
Doctor, I'm worried that I won't be able to solve problems or get people to work with us like she did.
Also, we know practically nothing about Ursus's current circumstances, or the Grand Duchess.
Doctor, I...

Doctor : We don't need to do what only Kal'tsit could do.
Be yourself, Amiya. / We'll find a way.

Far North Soldier : May I ask which of you is Dr. {nickname} of Rhodes Island?
Her Imperial Highness the Grand Duchess invites you to meet with her.

Note

Cyrillic: ба́бушка, "Grandmother/Elderly woman" in Russian

Cyrillic: учитель, "Teacher" in Russian and Ukranian

Cyrillic: чёрт, a demon from Slavic folklore, but means "damn it" in this context

Cyrillic: иди на хуй, "Go f*ck yourself" in Russian

Cyrillic: сука блять, "Son of a b*tch!" in Russian

Cyrillic: девушка, "young girl" in Russian

Operation story: 16-4

Before operation

Summary

After Eloysius discusses matters with the Grand Duchess, she gives a recommendation to Rhodes Island, but the mistress of the Far North allows only the Doctor to meet with her. Eloysius and the Doctor contend with the Grand Duchess, finally obtaining official permission to enter the Far North's mining district.

<Background Black>

Guard : We thank our honored guest for your patience. Please follow me.

「You comply with the guard's request, patiently waiting again in the office lobby for Eloysius and the much-rumored Grand Duchess's discussion to come to a close.
The subdued interior has no clock or other timekeeping instrument, as if time is not a right conferred upon its visitors.
You while away the minutes in utter boredom, thinking back to your own discussion not long ago— 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

Amiya : Only the Doctor is allowed to meet with her?

Mon3tr : I also think that's unreasonable. If something unexpected happens, there's no way for Amiya and I to protect you.

Doctor : In the end, this is her domain. / It does not seem like she is giving us any room to bargain.

Amiya : Eloysius said she wanted to introduce us to the Grand Duchess, but we still don't know why she really wants to help us.

Mon3tr : My memory bank has no record of a young Ursine noble like her either.
But a woman acting as a special ambassador, who also personally knows the Grand Duchess, must be extraordinary.

Doctor : She has many secrets. / This relationship between a Grypherburger envoy and a local noble is a subtle thing.
But she did clearly say she wanted us to go with her to the mining district.
We need to cooperate with her, no matter what. / This is the only chance we have to get into the mining district.

Amiya : But Rhodes Island has stepped into the sights of Ursus, and we have no way of knowing how the local administration views us.

Doctor : I've had my fair share of past experience. / I've been in this sort of situation before.

Amiya : I will support your decisions, Doctor, but please be careful.

Mon3tr : Take a comms terminal, at least! If anything happens, reach out immediately. We'll come get you right away, even if we have to smash the place up while we're at it!

Doctor : I will if I have to. / I'll make sure I don't need to use it.
But...

<Background fades out>

「What is this mine lockdown hiding...? 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background Black>

[Soft footsteps ]

「The corridors of the building are exceptionally empty, just like the streets of the city it stands in.
The moment you are led inside, a slight nod is all you are left with. Not a word has passed your guide's lips the entire time.
Perhaps he trusts your intuition will lead you to the correct room, or perhaps he is used to putting visitors to the test.
Fortunately, you had detected the warm scent of applewood smoke wafting off that guard, which takes you to the only door emitting such a smell. 」

「A door that leads to a room tucked away in the corner was once pushed open.
It is as if the looming, imposing stone walls of this chill-gloomed city have come together to hide a spot of sacrosanct tranquility.
The first thing you see is a graceful, ash-blue figure standing at the other side of the room. 」

Doctor : Greetings.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Your Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess Elisaveta Konstantinovna Lacitsara.[note 1]

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : I can feel your nerves from here. You need not be wary. Please, call me Grand Duchess Elisabeth, as my friends do.
I can tell that you are an individual of keen intellect.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Eloysius : You are to address Her Imperial Highness as Grand Duchess Elisabeth.
Forgive me, Your Imperial Highness. I am obligated to maintain protocol and decorum.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : What does it matter?
True goodwill has nothing to do with formality. Allow our guest to relax a little.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

「Her voice is gentle and innocent, not at all what you expected.
The mistress of the place slowly turns around. 」

<Background 2>

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : I welcome each and every guest to Bresk with open arms.
Is this not the part where you introduce your friend, Elotta?

Eloysius : Oh, yes, of course. This is the one I was just speaking about, the Doctor of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals—

Doctor : My name is {nickname}. / You may call me Dr. {nickname}.
It is an honor to be granted an audience. / I hope I am not too bold in paying you a visit.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : As I said, there is no need for such formality. Come forward, closer to the fire. My attendant shall fetch us some tea forthwith.
It may be difficult for travelers from afar to adapt to Bresk in this season. Though she may be remote, there are times when she is a warm and pleasant home.
Has your journey here been a smooth one?

Doctor : I fear I can't describe it as such... / Public Security certainly cares for Bresk.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : Please believe me when I say that all you have seen here is in service to maintaining the city's hard-fought serenity.
Elotta has already explained to me in great detail the excellent work her new Oripathy specialist friends have done in the field. Yours is a talent our city sorely needs at this moment.

Doctor : You require Oripathy specialists? / Ursus... requires Oripathy specialists?

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : Our young Tsar wishes to bestow his favor equally upon every Ursine citizen. He even wishes for the division of infection to no longer plague his people.
It is for this reason that he labors himself to exhaustion, such that even the most steely-eyed courtier is left heartbroken at the sight.
But rare is the one who truly understands how precious a treasure His Imperial Majesty's innocence is. We who call ourselves his followers must do all we can to enact his will.
Bresk borders the largest mining district in the Far North, but the methods we have available to treat Oripathy fall far short of His Imperial Majesty's ideals. Which means we require some able doctors.

Eloysius : If that is Your Imperial Highness's goal, Dr. {nickname} is the best partner you will find here.
I have read Rhodes Island's scientific papers for myself. Unlike those dusty old scholars of the Imperial Universities who simply repeat the findings of others, Rhodes Island leads the vanguard in the field of Oripathy research.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : Oh my... I have never heard our proud young officer express such admiration for anyone before.
Has working in Grypherburg changed you? I still distinctly remember your father grumbling to me about the awkward situations you would provoke at the ducal banquets.

Eloysius : A rather embarrassing part of my past, Your Imperial Highness.
If I may explain this admiration further, I have always respected those with true talent and ability, such as Your Imperial Highness, and Dr. {nickname}.
I am incredibly grateful for the reminder about my father. I nearly forgot to pass on his regards.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : His factories still produce uniforms of the highest quality for every soldier in the Far North. His name can still be heard at every banquet on the frontier.
We had best return to the topic of our friend here.
Let us speak plainly. What plans does Rhodes Island have for Bresk?

Doctor : We hope you will allow us to enter the Far Northern mining district. / We lost contact with a mobile medical team in the Central Mining District.

「Upon hearing your words, the Grand Duchess shows a split-second of surprise, but does not forget herself.
She looks toward Eloysius, and you notice the precise moment the young Guardswoman's gaze turns evasive.
The Grand Duchess lets out a long sigh, as if she were vexed by a terrible burden. 」

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : Oh dear, oh dear... Dr. {nickname}—that is how I should address you, yes?
If this young lady has provoked a misunderstanding, then I do apologize.
We welcome Rhodes Island building an office in Bresk, and I wish to offer as much aid as I can...
But the Far Northern mines are not open to sightseers at the moment.
If your comrades are lost, then I ask you to leave with me their descriptions and last known whereabouts. I shall deploy every last man I can spare to help you find them.

Doctor : Pardon my candor, but I believe we need to discuss this further.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : I am afraid—

Eloysius : Your Imperial Highness.
What if I invite them to travel with me, under my name?

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : Oh, Elotta... You always were such a naughty little rascal.
You know that Bresk needs specialist Oripathy doctors.
You know that with your recommendation, I would not consider this a favor to be repaid, allowing your friend to do business here.
Now look here. What is it you wish to do? Drag our esteemed guest into our muddy, snow-laden troubles?
Elotta... You are complicating the situation.

Eloysius : This is not a complicated matter. Pray Your Imperial Highness forgive my bluntness.
I have never concealed my objective here.
By the Tsar, there is hardly a soul in Grypherburg concerned about the possibility of unrest in your Bresk.
But there are many curious about the closure of the mining district, and the mutations among the Infected.
Those coming here may be idle young nobles, or scientists researching Oripathy, but they can just as easily be an Army captain, or dignitaries from the State Council.

「The young Guardswoman's tone remains frivolous, leaving you barely able to discern if the sharpness she speaks with is one of irreverent rudeness, or if there is a prying, deeper meaning to it.
Grand Duchess Elisabeth's eyes narrow. 」

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : If they have their suspicions, then let them come and speak those suspicions here.
The Armies see me as a fence-sitter currying favor with the new nobles, while the State Council sees me as some provincial Grand Duchess. I am well used to everyone laying their doubts and curiosities onto Bresk.
So, my dear Elotta, who sent you here to heap more blame upon me?

Eloysius : No, no, no! Your Imperial Highness misunderstands!
You know that this is just a cushy job for me, paying a visit to your demesne.
My only intention was to petition you to grant these Oripathy specialists permission to accompany me into the mining district, that we might investigate the strange happenings surrounding the Infected there.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : ......

Doctor : May I butt in with some words of my own?

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : Pray, speak, my friend.

Doctor : I would like to clarify Rhodes Island's position.
We are simply a pharmaceutical company trying to address Infected issues. / We are worried for the safety of our lost friends, and must find them as soon as possible.
As for other matters, Rhodes Island will not, and cannot, get involved.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : I did not ask this earlier, but my curiosity abounds.
Your colleagues, whyever did they go to the Central Mining District?

Doctor : They went to address cases of Oripathy. / They are Ursine themselves.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : Oh...

Doctor : Rhodes Island's intentions are pure.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : We have no higher power pulling our strings, after all.

「The moment your words leave your mouth, you suddenly realize that being overly frank could make your promises seem hollow, but this sort of overt honesty also makes it hard for others to believe you are hiding anything.
The Grand Duchess ponders for a moment. 」

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : We know barely anything about this place, after all.

「The Grand Duchess, who has been listening intently to you the entire time, finally seems to soften.
She has full control over the expression on her face, but you sense her relax a little. 」

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : In short, everything we do is in the service of searching for our friends. / This is our only request.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : A young woman I care for, and healers of Oripathy who only wish to find their comrades...
If I were to refuse you, I would seem rather cruel, wouldn't I?

Eloysius : I understand your position. You were just worried for our friends from afar, worried that they would get drawn into danger.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : Naturally, I do not wish anyone in my lands to meet with misfortune. If I ever have the time, I would like to send stoves out to every soul who lives upon the frozen earth.
Elotta, can you promise me you will ensure our friends' safety, to the best of your ability?

Eloysius : Your Imperial Highness may trust in me.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : Good, good. Go now, Dr. {nickname}. Go find your people.
I permit Rhodes Island to enter the mining district of the Far North.

Doctor : Thank you for your kindness.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : I wish that I were so kind, but few are they who appreciate the kindnesses of others.
People revere those who snatch their rights from their hands, and are grateful whenever a portion of those rights is returned to them. But I do not believe such acts can be considered kind.
The winds of the Far North are bitter indeed. You had best pack some warm clothes, Dr. {nickname}.

<Background 1>

Amiya : Doctor, Eloysius! You're back!

Eloysius : Indeed. No need to look so excited, Gospozha[note 2] Amiya.
This is the administrative center of Bresk, not some den of evil. Our chat went rather smoothly, da?

Doctor : As smooth as silk. / Though with some unexpected developments.
You're still hiding things. / Both from us, and the Grand Duchess.

Eloysius : Alright, yes, I admit that.
But it really was the only way I could create the ideal conditions for discussion. And the results speak for themselves, no?

Doctor : The Grand Duchess...

Eloysius : What of her?

Doctor : She isn't what I imagined.

Eloysius : Oh? And how did you imagine her?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Colder.

Eloysius : If you were to only look at how she handled these strange happenings, then you would not be wrong.
After they occurred, the affected Infected were immediately sent to the mining district's research institute, where she tasked the researchers to find the cause within a week, upon pain of exile or deportation.
Soon after that, she declared martial law in the Far North, sealing all the miners within the district and blocking all communications, leaving the outside completely blind to what was happening inside.
Highly efficient, and colder than winter.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Harder to persuade.

Eloysius : But so long as you can pinpoint exactly what she is trying to conceal from you, it is not difficult to persuade her.
The problem is that most of the time, she will leave you no opportunity to find that weak point.
Those Infected, for example. Are they affected by changes in pathology, some new symptoms of Oripathy, or something else?
That's where the issue lies, the lack of details. That is all the information that made it to Grypherburg. The moment the Infected change, they are sent off to be supervised by the research institute.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Eloysius : I have read your paper on the changes in Originium and new Oripathy symptoms, as have research institutes across Ursus, who are already launching their own projects based on that paper.
If these changes were simply those mentioned within, they would not merit this sort of response.
It is highly likely that the abnormalities springing up in the mining district are an entirely new threat.

Amiya : An entirely new threat...

Eloysius : The institute looking into the cause, the district under lockdown, all the miners isolated from the wider country...
This way, everyone will believe the matter is settled, but in truth?
After the incident, all work in the district stopped, and all communications were cut off. Deity Grypherburg's inquiries have received no response. None is able, and none dares, to look too deeply into this.

Doctor : If the Grand Duchess wanted to hide things... / Then we would never have been allowed into Bresk.

Eloysius : You have met her, and perhaps this has you believing she truly is a 'kind' administrator.
Of course she would have let you in. After all, this is 'the friendliest place to the Infected in Ursus', 'the Pearl of the Far North', 'Paradise in North Ursus'—
Bresk, capital of Breskenoy.
You didn't see anything unusual in the city these past two days, aside from the lack of people. That is how she runs the Far North.
Like how, since she became governor, nobody has been sentenced to death in the governorate. Has that lessened the number of people here who have met tragic ends? No.

Doctor : You seem to have a lot of complaints about her.

Eloysius : Oh, you wound me. I promise my assessment just now was not tinged by any personal feelings. I was simply answering your questions.
We are partners now, aren't we?

Amiya : I understand, Eloysius. Are these abnormal Infected still under the supervision of the research institute in the mining district?

Eloysius : Indeed. To be more precise, they are in the Central Far North Mining District Laboratory.

Doctor : Isn't that...? / ......

Amiya : That's the first place we need to visit.

Eloysius : Is it now? Having the same destination would make things much more convenient.
Anything else you would like to ask?

Doctor : You're very straightforward. / You're very eager.

Eloysius : Of course. I never intended to give you the run-around in the first place.

Amiya : I do have a question, Eloysius.

Eloysius : Ask away.

Amiya : Earlier, when we were at your friend's house, we had to cut our conversation short. I should have asked you this question first, but I never found the opportunity.
What is it you hope to gain from this investigation?

Eloysius : ...If I may be serious for a moment?
I want the truth, the truth about the mutations in the Central Mining District's Infected.
I do not want the Infected miners to suffer unduly, nor do I want the people of Ursus to sit ignorant of a looming disaster.

After operation

Summary

To avoid the corrupting Dominion, the team decides to take a detour to the research institute, resolving an unusual conflict between some Infected and a Patrol Unit along the way. After entering the institute, Eloysius and Amiya discover many uninfected corpses, while the Doctor and Mon3tr find the researcher who may know about the Sarcophagus's whereabouts.

<Background 3>

Central Far North Mining District, Ursus

[The group walk deeper into the district ]

Amiya : We're very close to the institute.
But it's been so quiet the entire way... Do people really live here?

Eloysius : Three days ago, the Grand Duchess made a sudden decree that all residents living within thirty klicks of the Central Mining District had twenty-four hours to evacuate the area.
Though the Far North is sparsely populated, evacuating such a large area in such a short time was no easy task.
Not to mention ensuring they all maintain secrecy the entire time...
There are rumors that the Grand Duchess has always maintained absolute control over all affairs in this region of Ursus. Some even say she is revered even more than...
Gosudar-batyushka[note 3], I should not be running my mouth like this.

Doctor : She eventually allowed us in... / Which means she is not worried about our investigation.

Eloysius : That is not necessarily the case.
She can hardly show resistance to a Grypherburger Imperial Guardswoman's face, can she?
Objectively speaking, the Grand Duchess has been acting as lubricant between the Armies and the State Council, making sure the bitterness between the two sides does not devolve into outright conflict.
I must admit, this requires considerable skill.
She gets the favor of both sides, but this also means she must maintain absolute impartiality.

Doctor : You don't seem averse to discussing this. / I thought you couldn't speak lightly on this topic in Ursus.

Eloysius : Haha... Surprised? You seem to have some misunderstandings about Ursus, Dr. {nickname}.
I am simply repeating the sort of gossip you might hear at any Grypherburg banquet.
If you do not know these rumors inside and out, how would you manage to join these dinnertime discussions?
Naturally, idle chatter is one thing, actually trying to leverage this chatter for some upward mobility and putting it into action is another thing altogether.

Doctor : A rather interesting point of view.

Eloysius : On the other hand, regardless of whether the Grand Duchess is hiding anything, or if she believes everything hidden well enough...
We will certainly find something in the research institute looking into the abnormal Infected.

<Background fades out and in>

[Loud noises ]

Amiya : Do you hear... the sound of fighting up ahead?
Are those... miners fighting with a Patrol Unit?

Doctor : We can't just sit by and watch. / All hands, prepare a rescue operation.

Elysium : W-Wait a sec!
I've got sharper eyes, a clearer view!
The ones getting beaten down... are the Patrol Unit?

Eloysius : ...What?

「Off in the distance where Elysium is pointing, you see two groups of people fighting in a melee, a melee with a few surprising aspects to it.
A Patrol Unit is being routed by a group of Infected miners who outnumber them several times over.
The lackluster equipment in the Patrol Unit's hands is of no use, as the miners' wood-hafted pickaxes strike their bodies over and over. 」

Mon3tr : Umm...
Doctor, are we... still going to mount a rescue here?

Doctor : We need to stop things from escalating. / We need to learn more about what's going on.

<Background fades out and in>

Panicking Patrol Unit : Enough! Stop! Stop it!
What d'you think you're trying to do?! Kill us?! Blyat[note 4], Ursus will never let you get away with it!

Angry Miner : *pant*... *pant*...
So what... So what? Since when have we ever been treated as human beings? We're people too, aren't we...?
We were never going to make it far anyway... might as well take you with us...
Just die already!

[Something sharp deflects the miner's weapon. ]

Angry Miner : My hand—
Wh-Where did you come from?! You monster!

Mon3tr : Monster? That's my name, don't wear it out.
Sorry, mister, but could you slow down a bit? We have some questions we need to ask you.

Angry Miner : Why? You want to protect these Patrol Unit bastards? You're here to take us in too?
Never, mudak![note 5] We're not going to follow you back all nice and quiet!

「The angry miner gets even more agitated, lifting the pickaxe in his hands up high. 」

'Stop.'

「A voice out of nowhere floods into his brain, making the weapon in his hands feel extraordinarily heavy, and his legs feel full of lead. Try as he might, he cannot move. 」

Angry Miner : What the—Chyort poberi![note 6] What kind of Arts is this?

[Amiya steps forward. ]

Amiya : Sir... Could you allow us the chance to talk things through?

「Amiya steps forward, stretching her right arm out towards the miners, exposing the Originium crystals on her wrist that were hidden under her sleeve. 」

Amiya : As you can see, I am Infected. Most of my team are too.
We mean you no harm. Please believe me.

Calmed Miner : Infected... You're Infected like us.
And with some amazing Arts, too...
You... You must be those 'Reunion' guys!

Mon3tr : Whuh?

Amiya : No. We are not Reunion.
We are from Rhodes Island, a pharmaceutical company.

Calmed Miner : Oh... My mistake. I thought you were the legendary Reunion Movement.
I knew it... A bunch of Infected coming together to form an organization? It's a fantasy, no matter how you look at it.

Doctor : May I ask...?

Doctor : Where did you hear the name Reunion? / What have you heard about this Reunion?

Calmed Miner : Rankin. It was Rankin who told us about it.
To the south, real close to the border with Kazimierz, there's a group of Infected who founded a place of their own, who take in all Infected who ask for help, and drive out anyone who wants to do harm to the Infected too.
Rankin would never lie to anyone, and I really hope it's true, too! But... Kazimierz is so far away. How are we supposed to get there?

Amiya : This Rankin, is he a member of Reunion?

Calmed Miner : Maybe? I'm not too sure, to be honest.
But he's our hero. When he's around, the Patrol Units won't dare mess with us. I heard he rescued those guys who got dragged into the research institute—

Anxious Miner : Hey, blabbermouth! We still don't know what these people want!

Calmed Miner : Oh... Right.
So, why're you here?

Amiya : We lost contact with our friends in the area.
Have you seen a mobile medical team? There are nine of them, wearing clothes with the same logo as ours, and they would have been handing out medicine here.

Calmed Miner : Handing out medicine... What, like Santa Claus in the fairy tales?

「The miners look at each other, as if they have just heard the worst joke on Terra. 」

Doctor : So, what was going on here earlier? / (Point at the cowering Patrol Unit)

Angry Miner : Poshel nahuy![note 7] They are murderers who wanted to kill us! They locked us up and gave us no food, trying to starve us to death!
It must have been because we couldn't dig up anything, so they didn't give us a single bite to eat, right? Stupid bastards! Who the hell even knows what happened to the vein, the Originium just disappeared all of a sudden!
We couldn't take it anymore! We had to run, or we would all die!

Amiya : Is this true?

Agitated Patrol Unit : Wh-Why are you looking at me like that? What're you going to do to me?
The mining district has had a supply shortage for a while now, more than just a couple of days! We got given about, what, a few loaves of bread this month? We want to know what's going on too!
Don't believe me? Gosudar-batyushka, who even has the time to bother with this rabble? If we killed them, then what, are we supposed to go into the mines ourselves to dig?

[Mon3tr shrieks menacingly. ]

Agitated Patrol Unit : Eek—! What are you doing?! Okay, I'll shut up, I'll shut up now!

Angry Miner : This isn't just happening in one or two mines... All the Far North, the entire mining district, all of us in it... We've been abandoned.
We heard Rankin was the first one to step up. He got rid of all the soldiers, and led several hundred people on an escape.
And now we've escaped too. We wanted to find his group and leave with them, but they're far away by now.
Okay, we've told you enough. Since you're Infected too, you should get out of the way and let us kill these bastards!

Eloysius : Sorry, but if I may be brutally blunt for a moment.
I can overlook the reasoning of why you have left your mine, and treat you as asylum-seekers for the time being.
But if you actually do kill these unfortunate souls, then things will not go well for you.

Amiya : (Eloysius! You can't speak to them like that!)

Angry Miner : What's with the officer in the pretty clothes? Blyat! I never should have trusted you people!

「The appearance of an Imperial Guardswoman relights the flames of the miners' ire. They lift up their weapons once more to fence you in, but in fear of your Originium Arts, they dare not act rashly.
As for the routed Patrol Unit, the moment they see Eloysius, it is as if they have met their savior. They huddle behind her, cowering.
It is altogether a rather awkward, irreconcilable scene. 」

Eloysius : It looks like if we don't resolve this situation, we cannot continue onwards, can we?

Doctor : Things being what they are, we have no choice.

Eloysius : Very well...

「The Guardswoman pulls out some paper from her coat pocket, quickly writing down a few words on it before sealing it within an ornate envelope and handing it to the head miner. 」

Eloysius : Listen up. I have a suggestion that will make everyone happy.
Take this letter. The seal on the envelope will ensure that no Patrol Units harass you, so long as you do not provoke them.
Head north, to Bresk's sentry post. Hand the letter to the soldiers there, and they will find temporary shelter for you. As for what comes next... discuss it only after getting there.
Believe me when I say this is the only way to a peaceful resolution. In exchange, can you find it in your hearts to let these poor whelps go?

Hesitant Miner : ......

Agitated Patrol Unit : N-No! You can't!
If we don't bring them back, we'll be disciplined!

Eloysius : Enough. You're lucky to be alive as it is.

Hesitant Miner : Why should we trust you?

Eloysius : Do you have anyone else you can trust?

Amiya : Eloysius!

Hesitant Miner : We...
If we go to this shelter you mentioned, will there be enough bread for everyone?

Eloysius : Rest assured. If bread is what you need, then bread you shall have.

Hesitant Miner : ......

「The head miner takes the proffered letter, then turns to discuss the offer in hushed tones with the other miners.
They quickly come to a consensus, and with no hesitation whatsoever, the miners form one long line and start heading north, as if entering the mine, just like any other day.
The long stretch of miners slowly funnels through a gap between the huts. All the while, Amiya keeps looking towards the north, the procession fading into the distance. 」

Doctor : This is the best outcome we could hope for under the circumstances.

Amiya : I understand, Doctor.
We can't save... can't help everyone we meet.
But Rhodes Island will keep pressing on... until the last of our strength has left us.

「You turn to look at the Imperial Guardswoman behind you, seemingly frivolous yet always able to take the initiative. 」

Doctor : We never heard of any supply shortage in the mining district. / This is no ordinary control measure.

Eloysius : Yes, I know what you are about to ask me. Believe me, I know about as much as you do. We are of like mind when it comes to these misgivings.
The research institute is not far up ahead. Let us go and find answers there.

Amiya : Let's go, Doctor.

<Background 4>

Central Far North Mining District Laboratory, Ursus

[Soft footsteps ]

「As you walk along the corridor, the echoes of your footsteps are swallowed up by its unending length.
Its stone walls lean inwards, as if their grave majesty were about to smother everything upon the ground. Those who walk along it find themselves lowering their voices, then lowering them further. 」

Amiya : (Whisper) It's so quiet here...

Eloysius : Rather, it seems there are no Infected here. Or anyone, for that matter.

Doctor : Which means...?

Eloysius : I've been to several Army research institutes before. They tend to be places of chaos, with plenty of people coming and going. Sickbeds that don't fit in the wards are put in the corridors, not too different from a battlefield hospital.
There is yelling, wailing, screaming from the Infected, but at least they live, at least they struggle on. But here...
Hmph. Nothing.

Doctor : There are traces of fighting in the corridor. / Was the institute looted?

Amiya : The entire district appears to be in terrible disarray.
If all the abnormal Infected from the institute have escaped...

Eloysius : The soldiers of the district have been gravely derelict in their duty. Their leader will not shirk responsibility.
Who knows, there may be great change coming to all of Breskenoy...

Doctor : If the miners have been here, there must be some clues to find. / We need to find out what happened here.

Eloysius : While we have no accurate blueprints on hand, these sorts of buildings usually follow a standard layout.
If things are as expected, this hallway should form a loop, with standardized linked rooms adjoining. Every floor will also have an enclosed observation deck, for easier viewing of what's going on in the mining area.
Are you able to detect any of those 'biosignals' you mentioned earlier?

Mantra : (Silence)

Elysium : Sorry, ma'am, but if you were hoping we could trace signals to a specific room in here, then no can do.
The best we can do is confirm signal waves are coming from a certain area. You'll need to go there and inspect things yourself if you want to find the source, like we're doing right now.

Eloysius : Alright, I was simply asking.
This is a big institute, so I'll head down to the basement to have a look. In the interests of efficiency, how about we split up?

Doctor : It's dangerous to be alone here. / (Look at Amiya)

Amiya : —!
I'll go with you, Eloysius.

Eloysius : Sure, sure. I don't mind having someone else helping out.

Doctor : Mon3tr and I will check upstairs then. / Mantra, you and your team search the ground floor.

Doctor : Maintain comms at all times. / Prioritize your own safety, everyone.

Mantra : (Nods)

Elysium : This is a pretty spooky place, and it's an Ursine research institute. Who knows what strange things are hidden here, like maybe they were experimenting with fusing humans and burdenbeasts...
Mon3tr, if anything goes wrong, get the Doctor out of here pronto, no fighting!

Mon3tr : I know, I know!

<Background fades out and in>

[Comms buzzing ]

Doctor : Mantra. / Report.

Mantra : I am here.
We have found nothing unusual at our current position.
I have eyes on Amiya. She is safe.

Doctor : About that biosignal. / We can trace it more precisely than we let on, correct?

Mantra : Fourth floor, mineshaft side. Target is not moving.

[Comms connecting ]

Elysium : Wha?
You never told me you could do that, Captain!

Doctor : We need to be on guard. / Deception is not your strong suit.

Doctor : I hope she's the Ksenia Mon3tr mentioned.

Mantra : We are short on time, Doctor. The target's vital signs are unstable.

<Background Black>

[Soft footsteps ]

Amiya : You seemed really sure we would find something down here, Eloysius—

Eloysius : Thanks to a little 'laziness', many Ursine government buildings follow the same standardized layout.
If this institute is like the others I've visited, especially when it comes to how they divide up the space for specific uses, then there should be something left in the basement.
The dead cannot get up and leave, after all.

Amiya : Do you mean this basement is a morgue?

Eloysius : A temporary one, with incinerators equipped to handle the remains of the severely infected.

<Background 5>

Eloysius : Aha.
I knew it.

「Although power to the freezing mechanism had been cut, the basement was still colder than the snow-dusted outdoors.
The young Guardswoman runs her hand across the coffins, which leaves behind a layer of frosty condensation on her fingers. 」

Eloysius : These coffins have been used. They must have lost power just before the evacuation. Could you take the right side of the room, Gospozha Amiya? We'll open them up one by one to check—

Amiya : Eloysius!

Eloysius : What is it?
Oh, how careless of me. You might never have seen a corpse before... Then call someone over. No need to trouble yourself.

Amiya : No, that's not important right now!
The Infected remains are very dangerous. If they have disintegrated and we open the coffin lids, this entire room might become a high-Originium-dust environme—

「Before Amiya has even finished speaking, the Guardswoman pushes open a coffin.
There is no release of Originium dust, yet Eloysius's expression turns grave. 」

Amiya : What is going on here...?

Eloysius : ......

「Eloysius does not answer, instead turning to open another coffin, then yet another. 」

Eloysius : The corpses interred here...
None of them is Infected.

Amiya : ......

Eloysius : Wait. Stay back, Amiya.
They must have been performing some kind of experiments on the uninfected. That's all I can glean here, and that's all you need to know.
There is no need for you to... personally examine them.

Amiya : Thank you for your concern, but I... I think I should.

「Amiya anticipated something like this. The moment she stepped into the institute, sorrow shrouded her mind.
It chills and clings to her. Suffering is smeared onto every wall in this place. Humanity's frail fingers are too weak to leave any trace on the stone and steel. Not even blood can find purchase here. All that can remain is hate.
Only hate.
Amiya does her utmost to ignore the spectral arms stretched out towards her. In the silence, she listens to the beating of her heart echoing through her chest. 」

Amiya : ......

「A dozen or so corpses, all in abject misery.
Each of them has been twisted into incomprehensible forms. Their skin has ruptured, exposing their viscera and bones. They barely even look human.
It is as if their frames had been subject to some enigmatic force, intent on warping them both inside and out until they neared complete destruction.
Who knows how long they were subject to this agony? Who knows how they suffered during this torment? 」

Amiya : ......

Eloysius : A-Are you alright?

「Amiya does not feel fear.
Rage.
She feels only rage. 」

[Comms buzzing ]

Amiya : ...Mantra...

「The very next instant, a familiar voice answers. 」

Mantra : I am here.
What is it, Amiya?

Amiya : Eloysius and I are in the morgue in the basement. We can confirm that the institute was conducting large-scale human experimentation. Experimental methods, unknown...
The victims we have discovered are all uninfected. No clues on the abnormal Infected at the moment...

Mantra : ......
Understood. I will inform the Doctor.
Stay safe, and stay in touch.

Amiya : We can say that our earlier worries are more clearly defined now.
The situation here, or rather, in the Far North, is much worse than our intelligence suggested.
The strong emotion attacking me in the institute, alongside everything we experienced on our way here, like the Patrol Units harassing the Infected, and the contamination created by the Royal Guard...
All this goes to show that the issues here extend far beyond the Infected mutations.

<Background 4>

[Comms disconnecting ]

Doctor : Amiya and Eloysius found something.
The institute really was conducting illegal human experiments. / However, we're still unsure of the cause of the abnormal infections.
No matter who our target is, there must be some information waiting.

Mon3tr : Hmm... Where is she, anyway?
I've searched all the rooms on the mineshaft side, and nobody was there.

Doctor : What about the locked rooms?

Mon3tr : Same thing. The locks are old-fashioned, easy enough to pry open.
But regardless of the status of their locks, most of the rooms had nothing except for things like empty shelves and cabinets or loose graph paper.
Could she have left?

Doctor : Or maybe we're looking in the wrong place.

Mon3tr : What do you mean?

Doctor : Eloysius says every floor has an enclosed observation deck.

Mon3tr : I never found anything like—
Wait, that can't be. It's regular rooms the entire way around the loop, and we've checked every single one. There's not enough space in this weird building for an observation deck!

Doctor : Maybe, on the mineshaft side... / There's a hidden door we haven't discovered yet.
A room within a room.

Indistinct Voice : ......?......

「The voice comes out of nowhere, hoarse and fragmented. It creeps upwards from the ankles of the listeners up to their napes, coming to an icy standstill in the back of their minds.
It sounds human, but it is hard to verify. 」

Indistinct Voice : ......

Doctor : Did you hear that, Mon3tr? / A voice.

Mon3tr : (Whispers) I did. Up ahead. I remember the room.
The lights here are broken, so stay behind me, Doctor.

<Background fades out>

「Behind the door is hidden another, this one unlocked. Though the hands of humanity once left their heat upon its handle, now, it is as cold as ice.
Mon3tr pushes open the small, light door. Within the darkness, the visitors are greeted by feeble candlelight. 」

「The first sound they hear is not the voice of a human, but the wet, squelching sound of viscous liquid.
Molten wax drips, melting into the disorderly, blackening dark-red stains on the floor and splattering onto scattered sheets of paper.
And on those sheets... Next to some handprints, a list of formulae is scrawled out, tremblingly penned like screeches of fear and anger. 」

Dazed Voice : Meaningless, it's all... meaningless.
Great Ursus sits atop all creation, but its vast domain lies barren...
Aside from never-ending disaster.
Hah... Professor Ilia...
I finally see that you were right!
You were right, absolutely right! But where are you? Where have you gone?
I tried my best, tried so hard! But in the end, it didn't even matter!
I wanted to look for you all. I wanted to. But now, all I can do is take everything away. Take it all... away.
Then...
I will find you.

Mon3tr : ......

<Background 6>

「The woman stretches out her hand, bringing a sheet of paper up to the candle's flame.
The fire soon consumes half of it. She watches it burn with an insatiable gaze, completely unaware of the company by her side. 」

[Mon3tr quickly steps inside. ]

Mon3tr : Ksenia!
You're Ksenia, right?

「Mon3tr rushes up to crush the burning paper, extinguishing it with her bare hands before it can grow into an inferno.
She is surprised to find that the slumped-over woman is surrounded by a tangle of wires.
Where do these wires lead? If they had not intervened in time, what would the ensuing blaze have led to? 」

Doctor : Did she just say 'Ilia'?

Mon3tr : She did, I heard it too!
Is that you, Ksenia? You've grown, you look different from before...
Why didn't you leave with everyone else?

Ksenia? : ......

Mon3tr : No apparent response to sound. She may have entered a dissociative state.

Doctor : Move her to the side, keep calling her name.

[Mon3tr approaches Ksenia. ]

Mon3tr : Ksenia! We—
I...

Ksenia? : I will...
Find you...

Doctor : These papers on the ground...?

「You gather up all the sheets that were by her feet, flipping through them by candlelight.
They are not what you imagined, not failed formulae or blank sheets of paper. The words written on them are clear, and are in grammatical Ursine.
What I am about to write is not meant to be known by any living soul.
For there is no meaning in leaving behind words about me, or the things I love. What I write here is merely my recollection and repentance, for me to take to my grave.
I believed researching the Sarcophagus was a grand undertaking, with clean energy for the Ursine people close at hand. But the ember of that hope was ultimately snuffed out by our own divisions.
I was fortunate enough to escape that unjust massacre due to my ignorance, but my good fortune was itself unjust, for the price I paid was being forced to live the rest of my life in panicked mediocrity.
I have nowhere to go, no home to return to. The talent I was so proud of is useless. My life has amounted to nothing. 」

Doctor : ......

Mon3tr : ...Ksenia.
I'm Mon3tr. Do you remember... Do you remember Kal'tsit? I'm...
Ksenia!

[Page flipping ]

「It seems that whenever we are given the opportunity to advance, we always find a reason to hesitate.
This interminable failure of a life has made me truly understand those words I read many years ago in a book, words I once scoffed at:
'The reason why Ursus is constantly flooded with sorrow and injustice is because we lag behind other nations in many aspects.'
'No matter how many truths we discover or accomplishments we make, this backwardness will ruthlessly extinguish the fires of our inspiration.' 」

Doctor : This appears to be a suicide note.

Mon3tr : Still no reaction from her. Does it say where the Sarcophagus ended up after it left Chernobog?

Doctor : No, but it mentions researching some kind of material. / I think it's describing mutations in Ursine Infected.

[Page flipping ]

「Oka should have been a chance to turn things around, but just like every other opportunity that passed me by, it was fleeting...
Was my research wrong yet again? Or is this inexplicable, miraculous substance from the mines truly nothing out of the ordinary?
It clearly contains no energy, yet it so callously tortures those patients who are already suffering from disease, driving them mad, making them act in unusual ways, even allowing them to accomplish the impossible.
I do not know, but I am unwilling to be the one who inflicts even more pain on them! Fortunately, I need not continue... That is all I have to say. Now, all I can do is make guesses using metaphysics, like some sort of poet:
Oka may simply be a part of Ursus's essence buried deep in the ground. It revels in the suffering of those it abhors, all behind a mighty, harmless countenance.
Enough. Stop heaping your egotistical, unfounded learning upon this man-made calamity, Ksenia. 」

[Page flipping ]

「Once more, you are a despicable survivor. You should have died twenty years ago at the hands of those soldiers, or here, at the hands of angry Infected.
But now, it all comes to an end. 」

Mon3tr : Ksenia...

Doctor : We know for sure that she's Ksenia.
What is 'Oka'?

Ksenia : Oka...

Mon3tr : Ksenia?

Ksenia : ...can kill... the Royal Guard...
It's dangerous.

Note

Previously "Yelizaveta Constantinovna Lakhovskaya" before localization update in Medjehtiqedti Bound

Cyrillic: госпожа, "Miss" in Russian

Cyrillic: Государь-батюшка, portmanteau of Russian "Sovereign" and "Father", used to refer the Tsar

Cyrillic: Блядь; "F**k" in Russian

Cyrillic: мудак; "*sshole" in Russian

Cyrillic: чёрт побери, "Damn it!" in Russian

Cyrillic: пошёл нахуй, "Go f*ck yourself" in Russian

Operation story: 16-5

Before operation

Summary

Doctor and Mon3tr learn from Ksenia, who attempted suicide but survived, about a suspected Royal Guard murder. The party once again formulates their plan of action and decides to split into two. A few days ago, the miners used their chips as bait and ambushed the Patrol Unit.

<Background 1>

Central Far North Mining District Laboratory, Ursus

Mon3tr : Did she just say... 'Royal Guard'?

Doctor : I heard her say... / Kill the Royal Guard, even.

Mon3tr : So she means... the substance called 'Oka' killed the Royal Guard?
Is that possible? A sort of demonic product even scarier than their Dominion?

Doctor : An unidentified substance discovered from the mines. / Used by researchers to experiment on both Infected and non-Infected.
Results proved to worsen Oripathy symptoms.

Mon3tr : Maybe, it's just a special name for a substance? We can't come to a conclusion before we've seen it ourselves.
Ksenia, Ksenia! Look at me, can you remember anything?

Ksenia : I... you're...

「Mon3tr thinks this attempt will be as fruitless as the last, but the woman's glazed eyes suddenly pop wide open.
She immediately clutches the clothes before her, pulling Mon3tr close. 」

Ksenia : You're—the Director? Director Kal'tsit?
Did you come here for me? I want to go back, I want to see the professor—
I want to see Professor Ilia... and Lyuda... ugh...
But they... I don't think they'll want to see me, right? A coward like me who couldn't do anything... Do I still deserve to see them?
Uwa...ahhh—aaaahh!!!

Mon3tr : I... I—

「However, the woman does not wait for Mon3tr to respond before releasing her grip, and returns to her prior position on the floor. 」

Ksenia : No, something's off...
You're not the Director. I never saw her again, just like the others. She wouldn't be here.
I even saw those who came after her, and they... they...

Mon3tr : They? Who did you see? Was one of them a short Liberi who's always smiling?

Ksenia : Liberi... yes, I've seen her.

Mon3tr : Where did she go?

Ksenia : I don't know...
The group that killed the Royal Guard... She was with those Infected.
They'll die! Everyone will die!
Ugh... I don't know—I don't know...

Doctor : She needs a sedative. / She's dehydrated.

Mon3tr : So the information we've been getting—

Doctor : The miners' escape is related to the Royal Guard. / Mantra mentioned that the contamination caused by the Royal Guard' is spreading south.
So the answer is obvious.

Mon3tr : But... did the Royal Guard really get killed? By a bunch of miners? How's that possible?

Doctor : Perhaps we should consider... / What it means if it is indeed real.

Mon3tr : The Grand Duchess actually locked the mines down to cover up the fact that a Royal Guard died in her domain?
But that's impossible! Be it the Tsar or the Armies, they won't let the matter die so easily. If she was really trying to cover it up, she wouldn't have agreed to let us in from the start.
Does that Imperial Guard know about this too?

Doctor : That's right... / That is exactly what we need to consider.
Let's contact Mantra and Amiya first.

<Background 2>

[Comms buzzing ]

Mantra : Roger, Doctor.
Likewise, we have made progress here that coheres to your information.
There are traces of fighting, and some medical equipment lying around.
Rhodes Island standard issue.
We'll meet you ASAP.

<Background 3>

[Comms buzzing ]

Amiya : Understood... Doctor.
We'll be right there.

Eloysius : What is it? Have your companions discovered something?

Amiya : I'm afraid we can only explain after we regroup.
Eloysius, are there any other leads here we should be aware of?

Eloysius : There are limits to what I know, and I can't draw any more useful conclusions. If needed, it would be acceptable to let your Doctor come here to investigate.
Though, this only makes me even more certain the Army has no moral baseline whatsoever...

Amiya : Could I ask if you know anything else about what happened in the mines?

Eloysius : Hm? What do you want to know? The experiments conducted here, or something about the mutated Infected?
What's wrong?

Amiya : ......

「Amiya has always resisted using her powers in such situations and in such a manner, but still she tries to probe the Imperial Guard's mind.
Eloysius's head shows only her hazy doubts, and no guilty conscience. 」

Amiya : Nothing. Let's go.

<Background 1>

Mon3tr : Doctor, these papers... and the suicide note. What should we do with them?

Doctor : This note barely mentions the Sarcophagus. / That Guardswoman gave us information, so we should repay the favor.

[Soft footsteps ]

Nearby Voice : Is it over here? What a quest...
Oh, I'm sure there's a secret or two buried here, searching this deep—

Eloysius : —Wait, who is this?

「The Guardswoman's gaze rests on the pale-faced woman leaning against the wall, eyes shut. 」

Mon3tr : A researcher who didn't evacuate. Her name is Ksenia.
We wanted to ask her if she's seen our friends, since the researchers should have bumped into our mobile medical team, but she's been in a daze and is severely dehydrated, so it's unwise to press her.

Eloysius : And these candles and wires on the ground...?

Amiya : My guess is, her attempt to take her own life. Doctor, what exactly happened here?

Doctor : We came just in time to prevent an explosion. / The situation is complex.

Eloysius : And what are those papers in your hand?

Doctor : A suicide note. You should take a look. / (Hand it to her)

[Eloysius flips through the papers. ]

Eloysius : A researcher who achieved nothing, a mysterious substance called 'Oka'... and human experimentation.
It seems the dead we saw down below were killed by this 'Oka'.

Elysium : They were really conducting human experiments here?
Damn, I was just making an offhand remark back there—

Mantra : (Shakes head)

Eloysius : Hmph, I see the Grand Duchess has truly hidden many things.
But what was the point of the experiment? I'm not surprised the researchers resorted to such base methods, but they should have had some sort of goal!
And this researcher? Hasn't said anything?

Doctor : It seems like some research materials have been destroyed on purpose. / But it's unclear if that was done by the miners or researchers.

Eloysius : So, we still don't know how those mutated Infected came about.
Though, we know now at least that the miners who were still alive have escaped, and save for this one researcher, they're the only clue to cracking this case.

Doctor : The Infected miners left after ransacking the place. / They went south. Our only clue.

Eloysius : We should hurry... How long will it take, until this researcher is well enough to field questions?

Mon3tr : Hard to tell. She's severely dehydrated, and in a pretty bad state too, so we should prioritize her recovery.

Eloysius : What a pain...
We don't know how long it's been since they left, but we should grab the chance to catch up, since we know where they went.
Though, there's no way we can bring this woman along with us who can't even move on her own.

Doctor : Mon3tr and I will stay here to look after Ksenia. / The rest of you, go after the miners.

Eloysius : Ah... Are you sure you want to stay here by yourselves?
It is your choice, but I still have to remind you.
No one knows what's going on with the mines in the Far North, so no one can guarantee your safety.

Doctor : We'll keep ourselves safe.
You can trust in Amiya's command.

Amiya : Doctor?

Doctor : You can do it, Amiya. / Trust your own judgment.

Mantra : I will go with Amiya.
Doctor, I hope your efforts prove fruitful.

Doctor : Once Ksenia can move again, we'll come find you. / Signal should gradually improve upon leaving the contaminated zone.

Eloysius : So it's settled.

Amiya : Doctor, if the signal doesn't improve, we'll come back here after we find the miners to regroup with you.

Mantra : (Nods)

Eloysius : Very good then, that is our backup plan. Let us hurry now.

<Background 4>

[Truck engine rumbling ]

Three days ago...
Central Far North Mining District, Ursus

Excited Patrol Unit : Over here... hurry!

Doubtful Patrol Unit : Gah, what's the rush? This lousy positioning system works only half the time, it might not even be here.
Last time it was a burdenbeast that escaped just to find some grass to chomp on, and this thing only sent a signal to the outpost after it ran more than ten miles away. How do you know if it won't be the same this time?

[Boots marching ]

Lax Patrol Unit : Technically, no one should be at the south exit, since it's been sealed for a long time—

Doubtful Patrol Unit : Huh? How did you get here from over there?
No, you're not even a member of our squad. What are you doing here?

Lax Patrol Unit : That's my question to ask. This area isn't under your jurisdiction, is it?

Doubtful Patrol Unit : It's past the time to care who's covering where. The one who gets the news and catches the runaway Infected first gets the credit.
Now get lost. You're in my way.

Lax Patrol Unit : According to you, I was here first, so the credit goes to my squad, no?

Doubtful Patrol Unit : Whoever finds those gavno first gets the credit.

Patrol Unit Captain : What are you doing, Tosha? Stop wasting your time with him and continue your search.

Excited Patrol Unit : Over here! They're all hiding—Hahahahaaahaha!

Doubtful Patrol Unit : What did he find to laugh like that?

Patrol Unit Captain : Go and see.

<Background fades out and in>

Excited Patrol Unit : There's a hole up ahead, and they're just huddled in there, thinking we wouldn't find them—
O bozhe moy[note 1], hahahahahahaha... this is too funny.

Patrol Unit Captain : Heh. Did they think it was a trench?
Tosha, Gesha. Take everyone and drag those burdenbeast brains out here.

Lax Patrol Unit : The positioning data show there are quite a few of those runaway Infected miners. Do you need our help?

Patrol Unit Captain : How many heads are in your squad?

Lax Patrol Unit : We're a small one. Just six of us.

Patrol Unit Captain : That's a big group.

Lax Patrol Unit : If you say so. We're the only two remaining idle squads around here, and we got here first.
So you have to share the spoils even if you don't want to.

Patrol Unit Captain : ......

Lax Patrol Unit : What—

Excited Patrol Unit : Arrrggghhh!!!

「A shrill shriek breaks off the stale standoff.
Sounds of struggle and bones broken by blunt instruments immediately follow. 」

Patrol Unit Captain : What's going on—

Excited Patrol Unit : Help! Save me! They've gone mad—
Blyat![note 2] These Infected are all crazy!

[Someone approaches the soliders. ]

Rankin : You're not wrong...
You'll witness both the wrath and madness of the Infected.

Note

O боже мой, "Oh my god" in Russian

блять, "f**k" in Russian

Operation story: 16-6

After operation

Summary

Ksenia wakes up. The Doctor and Mon3tr try asking her for clues to the Sarcophagus and Raidian's squad's whereabouts. Amiya and Mantra find a signal left behind by Raidian, and learn where the miners could have gone. As the miners escape, they run into a tragedy.

<Background 1>

Central Far North Mining District Laboratory, Ursus

Ksenia : Ugh...

Mon3tr : Ksenia!
Ksenia, are you awake? How are you feeling?

Ksenia : Feeling? I don't know. Am I supposed to feel something?

[The researcher stands up. ]

Ksenia : ...You...
You're not Kal'tsit.
No... you were never her, why did I even ask you that...? Suka, my head—what am I even saying?

Mon3tr : I'm Mon3tr, an Operator of Rhodes Island... and also a companion to Kal'tsit.

Ksenia : Mon3tr, a familiar name, though I don't remember where I heard it... And what about you? Why are you—
*cough*, *cough* *cough*!

Mon3tr : Easy now, no need to rush!

Doctor : I am {nickname}.
We're from Rhodes Island. / We need your help.

Ksenia : So you're indeed connected to Director Kal'tsit.
Rhodes Island... Serafina talked about the place. What sort of help do you need?
What help can I even give you, as I am now?

Doctor : Take this back.

Ksenia : Oh, bog. Burn it.
I thought I'd be awake enough to destroy it myself... but it seems staying sober did not save me from this headache anyway.
This was written for the dead, and I hope it did not cause you any offense.

Doctor : Sorry, but we read it. / We have questions.
You were a Sarcophagus researcher in Chernobog. / Your writing and way of addressing Kal'tsit prove this as well.

Ksenia : That was a long time ago...
I was just an assistant then, following Professor Ilia around and running basic data analyses. I barely had any significant ties to the project...
But now I see it is the very link to my ruin. I'd rather all of that had never happened at all.

Doctor : But you still treat Kal'tsit as your director, and the research is still on your mind.
Do you know where the Sarcophagus is currently located, or where it possibly could have gone?

Mon3tr : It's complicated to explain, but we really have to find the Sarcophagus, we—

Ksenia : No, wait. Explain. What do you mean by 'currently located'?
Is it not in Chernobog?

Mon3tr : —What?

<Background fades out and in>

Ksenia : So, not only is the Sarcophagus no longer in Chernobog, the city itself has completely changed...
I don't know what happened, and I have no clue where it went either...
Sorry, I can't help you.

Doctor : Then, do you know of... / Artyom Chaadayev?

Ksenia : You... how do you know this name?

Mon3tr : Let's skip that first! You know him, right? Did he ever tell you anything about the Sarcophagus—

Ksenia : No... I've actually never met him.

Mon3tr : You what...?

Ksenia : After the incident in Chernobog that year, someone with that name contacted me by mail...
He called himself a friend of Professor Ilia, expressed his condolences about what happened, and showed a willingness to help out a student of his old friend and recommend me to some other laboratories within the country.
I once thought it a nasty joke... until the well-funded labs mentioned in the letter actually came looking for me.
This would happen a few more times. Indeed he gave me many rare opportunities... but even now I have no idea who this man is, or why he helped me.

Doctor : He contacted you again recently.

Ksenia : Yes... He invited me to Deity Grypherburg, claiming there was an important project I could deploy my skills on.
But I was tired, what could I even do...? Looking back on what I did, all I could bring was more calamity.
If I had to choose where to end my miserable life, let it be the frozen soil out here in the Far North.

Mon3tr : (Doctor... what do we do now?)

Doctor : (That project in Grypherburg sounds somewhat suspicious.) / (It sounds like she doesn't know much about it either.)
Ksenia, how did you come to know Serafina?

Ksenia : The lab had to supervise the mobile medical team in the mining district, so we got acquainted rather quickly.
Though we never spoke much to each other. They don't allow researchers to get too close to anyone unrelated to the project.
It's a bit too late now, if you wanted to find her. She left the lab with your people.
With that group of miners...
......
That's all I know.

Doctor : What is the 'Oka' mentioned in your writing? / What kind of experiments did you do on the Infected miners?

Ksenia : ......
A wretched mistake...
I didn't know... I had no idea they would use 'Oka' to do those things...

Doctor : Calm down... / There's still time to rectify mistakes.

<Background 2>

Central Far North Mining District, Ursus

Amiya : The Central Mining District is huge, and all eleven mines are connected by a surface transport system.
Stations are installed at every mine to deliver raw ore to be washed, processed, and stored in the warehouse.
The map seems to indicate this is the largest warehouse, and the worker dormitories are right next to it, with the south mine exit behind.
This layout...
Storing Originium in a warehouse so close to the dormitories does not mean they trust the miners, but that they absolutely do not care about the hazard posed by active Originium particles.

Mantra : Amiya.

Amiya : Yes? Did you find something?

Mantra : A chip.
I saw it from the research lab terminal. Every miner here has a positioning chip in them. This could be why the miners we met earlier were found by the Patrol Unit.
Before the miners we were chasing chose to leave, they must have gotten rid of these.

Amiya : Did they tear out the chips themselves?

Mantra : (Shakes head)

Meticulous Operator : You were right, Captain! In the south dorms, we found bandages, hemostats and other medical equipment, all Rhodes Island issue.
There's blood on the bandages and equipment. They turned the metal beds into a makeshift operating table, and might have performed surgery on it.

Eloysius : I suspect quite a big fight happened here, and the injured had to patch up their wounds.
So those are normal findings.

Mantra : (Shakes head)

Elysium : Captain's asking if you've seen any tracking chips that were forcibly removed.

Eloysius : No sign of any such thing.

Meticulous Operator : No, we've swept this area.
As Eloysius says, the man-made damage inside and outside the warehouse seems to imply a fight broke out.
But I think it was a minor scuffle, unless the fresh snow is covering up some of the aftermath...

Mantra : (Nods)

Elysium : Alright, good work!
Captain, should we go take a look?

「There is no answer, but the Phidia walks straight in the warehouse's direction.
The soldier pauses, then follows the group's footsteps. 」

<Background 3>

Mantra : ......

Eloysius : Looks like you figured it out. To be honest, I called it a big fight, because—

「The Guardswoman steps to one side and motions Elysium to help lift a waterproof sheet.
The revealed hole is filled with uneven matter covered up with a white substance that at a glance appears to be thick and dirty snow. 」

Amiya : This smell... doesn't seem to be snow.

Eloysius : Correct. It's limestone.

Amiya : ......

Eloysius : And below it are corpses.
I told your Operator earlier I already investigated the area, and they took it as-is, and did not search the place any further.
I wasn't going to tell you about this...
They probably wanted to burn the bodies first, before realizing they couldn't get a big enough fire going and resorted to whatever was around. Quicklime to cover the stench, and the waterproof sheet to hide the hole.
It worked, since we didn't smell the blood, yes?

Mantra : (Shakes head)

Elysium : Captain's saying the dead are Patrol Unit members.

Eloysius : I can't say for sure. I'll climb down the hole and find out just who our unlucky customers are.

Amiya : I... I'll help.

Eloysius : It's fine. Just pull me up later.

「Eloysius jumps right down, and stands on the edge of the hole as she wipes some limestone off.
She grabs a sleeve, quickly drops it, and goes over to check the clothes on the next body. 」

Eloysius : Alright. Could you help me back up?

「Before anyone extends their hand, Mantra moves her thick tail down and wraps it around Eloysius to hoist her up, then releases her gently onto the ground. 」

Eloysius : Ugh...

Elysium : I've never been treated like this!

Mantra : (Shakes head)

Elysium : Alright not the best time for that so sorry Captain.

Eloysius : I'll get to the point. Most of the bodies down there are indeed Patrol Unit members—the first and second layers, at least.
I found this too.

「The crowd looks at the fragile crystal fragment in her hand. Most of it has been charred, but the neat circuit proves it used to be a chip. 」

Eloysius : Quite a few on the ground down there. Fragments like this one, or even less.

Amiya : It seems like they made a difficult choice.

Eloysius : You're putting it lightly.

Mantra : (Shakes head)

Elysium : Captain says, the miners probably attracted the Patrol Unit with their chips, and then offed them all in one shot.
After all, they only got the time to remove everyone else's chips after eliminating their pursuers.

Eloysius : This sort of organization and ability... certainly not your garden variety miners.
Their leader definitely has military expertise... or perhaps something else.

Amiya : Something else...?

Eloysius : An Ursine folktale. 'The great Yurodstvo descends upon those in distress, and leads them out of dire straits'... just a tale born of boredom, though, so don't pay it much mind.

Mantra : ......

Eloysius : But we ought to find them before their actions become more radical.
After all, it's just the Patrol Unit today, but tomorrow it could be the military police, and then... it might just be the Royal Guard.

Amiya : We have to find them before things get even worse.

[The group keep walking. ]

<Background 2>

Amiya : Mantra... what are you looking for?

「Mantra's eyes sweep through her surroundings, and after a long silence, Amiya hears her voice in her mind. 」

Mantra : That young Imperial Guardswoman reminded me of something.
The Yurodstvo.

Amiya : I think... I remember seeing this word in Dr. Kal'tsit's documents. It was related to Ursine research on demons...

Mantra : A long, long, time ago, I too was on Ursine soil.
After a few mishaps, I was taken to be a Yurodstvo.
Only then did I learn of an unrecorded Ursus secret, so hidden that even libraries in Sargon's City of Gold did not know it.
The people of Ursus venerate the Yurodstvo; they believe the Yurodstvo's love transcends both the mortal realm and suffering, and this is how it has the power to lead one astray.

Amiya : So you think what's happening here is related to the Yurodstvo? But shouldn't the Yurodstvo be at the heart of Deity Grypherburg...?

Mantra : Only a hunch of mine. Everything that has happened here gives me a sense of unsettling familiarity.

「Amiya follows Mantra's gaze and scans the area, but does not catch anything unusual. 」

Mantra : ......
Perhaps I was overthinking. But I also found some unexpected delight.
Raidian has left a beacon nearby.

Amiya : News from her? Wonderful!
So this is how you and Raidian communicate—

Mantra : (Nods)
Back at Babel, Raidian was my first assistant.
But her talent far exceeded that role, and she led her own squad after becoming an Elite Operator.

Amiya : I heard there used to be many on Rhodes Island who feared you before Raidian joined us...

Mantra : Occasionally, it proves to be true.
Some of our colleagues are better at speaking than thinking, and interactions can be problematic, while I am no expert at 'explanation.'
That is how my 'fearsome reputation' got passed around the Rhodes Island water coolers.
A few emergency operations where I probed into minds without prior notice, and after several rounds of exaggerated retellings, I became a witch who could stick my hand into their heads to toy with their minds.

Amiya : Oh! I heard this one, in a story Theresa told me... I thought it was a Sarkaz legend.

Mantra : Perhaps that was a true Sarkaz tale. The Speaker would have been defending me in saying that.
After Raidian joined Babel, she stood among those defending my reputation.
But today... Elysium is the flagbearer in that regard, as are you.

Amiya : It's our responsibility!

Mantra : (Nods)
Just as I thought.
Found them.

「Mantra reaches out to wipe snow off the beacon's base, and slowly the symbols on it are revealed.
She feels the faint signals left on them, and some words gradually float into her mind.
'Ursus-Kazimierz Border'
'Reunion' 」

<Background 3>

Three days ago...
Central Far North Mining District, Ursus

Injured Miner : You know what, doctor?
We beat those Patrol Unit monsters!

Rhodes Island Medic Operator : Please, calm down and don't move! It's a deep wound!

Injured Miner : Haha! No big deal, my life would've been well-lived, even if all I managed was ending the lives of those brutes.
How can I even relax like this?
I never imagined this. Those high and mighty Patrol Unit guys couldn't either, I bet. That one day they would have to bow down to the Infected!
He even asked us to spare his life? Lucky I went straight for his head!
Rankin was right. No one can tread on us forever! We'll drag those old bastards down from their ivory towers one by one, and let them have a taste of the ground!

Rhodes Island Medic Operator : But...
*sigh*...

<Background fades out and in>

Nikto : Rankin, we've already searched the place.
A total of ten Ursine medium-sized military trucks, with little fuel left. If everyone gets on, it'll only last us around two hundred kilometers.
Besides weapons and medicine, we found some food and water. It's not much, though it's no medicine either...

Rankin : That's pretty good already.

Nikto : I don't think these were worth the price we paid...
Right, we discovered a container door with extra encryption on it... we need an identification code.

Rankin : Hmph... Can anyone here tell me what other secrets are lying around here?
Patrolling the mines at this hour, on this day? No telling me you stumbled here from boredom.

Frightened Patrol Unit : I don't know...
I'm just a driver! No better than a burdenbeast, I go wherever the captain tells me to!

[Rankin brandishes his weapon. ]

Rankin : The code or your life. Choose.

Frightened Patrol Unit : I don't know! I really don't know!
They've never given us the code to prevent the goods from running off! Only the recipient can open it!

Rankin : 'Running off'? What kind of 'thing' would do that?

Frightened Patrol Unit : ——!

Rankin : Answer me! What the hell's inside those containers?

Frightened Patrol Unit : I...

Rankin : ......
Nikto, give me one of those explosives.

Nikto : Rankin, what are you—

Rankin : Just do as I say!

Nikto : ......

「Rankin sticks a small Originium bomb on the container's lock. A simple move, but he almost drops it from how fast he's breathing. 」

Rankin : ......

Frightened Patrol Unit : Ah...

[BOOM! ]

<Background fades out>

「The door slowly falls.
Rankin sees no fewer than thirty to forty bodies packed in a ten-meter-squared container, all long deceased, with no exception.
Some had struggled to the very last, their Originium crystals piercing into neighbors with messy, bloody wounds—no doubt, they were stuffed in here still alive.
Rankin can no longer tell what stole their lives away, and he does not wish to think about it... 」

<Background fades in>

Rankin : Did you know?

Frightened Patrol Unit : I, what—

Rankin : Drop the act!!
Who was it... who gave you the order?!

Frightened Patrol Unit : The mine boss—No, the Grand Duchess! She made us do it!
She cares about the miners here! Those in charge here get punished if the head count drops!
They always have to patch up the gap by buying some Infected with their own funds whenever one miner escapes—sometimes they get non-Infected to solve their problem, and it costs more.
But I have nothing to do with all that! Look, you already killed the actual bad guys!
I'm just a driver who listens to his boss... I'm the same as you, right...?
Infected, sir, please, let me go. I promise I'll desert the Patrol Unit, just pretend I died—

Rankin : ......
No, we're different, you and I.
None of us willingly became Infected... but you had a choice. You could have chosen not to stand on the same side as those murderers.
There's no reason I should forgive you.

[Footsteps approach ]

Hawley : Rankin, we're done organizing the food we found.
These Patrol Unit guys have it good. Tonight we can—

Frightened Patrol Unit : ...Father?

Rankin : ...What?

Hawley : ...Ah...

Frightened Patrol Unit : Father? Is that really you?
Wonderful! Please, explain it to him! Tell him I'm not evil—My father's an Infected, how could I hate them?

Hawley : Ganea... didn't you... go to Grypherburg...?

Frightened Patrol Unit : I did! I really did, I didn't lie to you!
But I needed money to stay alive, even in Grypherburg! They don't just hand out bread and mead—being a driver was the only option I had.
Father, please... save me... I'll never do this again...

Rankin : ......
Hawley...

「He silently stares at the oblivious elderly miner, then gestures at Hawley with his head to look at the container. 」

Rankin : I won't try to reform him, much less release him.
If he truly is your son...

「Rankin throws a knife on the ground and walks away. 」

Hawley : ...Ah...
No... wait...
This, is not my boy, is it?

Frightened Patrol Unit : Father...?

「Even the late autumn weather fails to prevent the corpses' rotting stench from spreading out into the air.
The old miner's gaze shifts between the mess of mangled limbs in the dark depths of the container and the tall young man before him...
Finally, he shakes his head incessantly, as if refusing to believe the truth. 」

Hawley : My son wouldn't... wouldn't say such words. He wouldn't do something this disgraceful.
You're just... a damned bastard...
Why—Why do you wear my son's skin? Why do you live inside his body?!

「Originally trembling, the old miner explodes into a rage, knocking the man down to the ground.
His fists rain like a storm, as if trying to drive something out of the body.
The man has no strength to resist. 」

Hawley : Who are you? Who the hell are you?!
Oh, poor Ganea, his soul could have been saved! This isn't how it should have been! It was you, abomination, that left him with nowhere to go!
Just—
Die!!!

[Hawley punches the soldier until his hands are stained red. ]

Operation story: 16-7

Before operation

Summary

The miners celebrate their brief victory, with the exception of the father who killed his own son, and two friends at odds with each other. In the researcher's recollection, it all began with the discovery of a new substance in an exhausted mine shaft.

<Background Black>

Hawley : ......

Nikto : At least eat something, Hawley.
Look, white bread. You don't see it much outside the cities.

Hawley : ......

Nikto : *sigh*...

Three days ago...
Far North Tundra, Ursus

<Background 1>

[Fire crackling ]

Nikto : Huh?
They've started singing...

[Footsteps approaching ]

Jolly Miner : Nikto! Found you at last.
Come on, Nikto, oddball, city-dweller, professor and cynic. Let's dance. It's just the right kind of music.

Nikto : Now's not the time for dancing.
The bonfire is going to draw attention in this darkness.

Jolly Miner : But we found a tractor and a bunch of supplies. Not much, but enough to get us further away from the blasted place. Isn't that worth celebrating?
Unchipped, out of the mines, beat the Patrol Units, and now we have a tractor and supplies. It's beyond my wildest dreams.

Nikto : Where are Vetochki and Rankin?

Jolly Miner : You're always looking for them. It's not like you're bound to each other. It's okay to give them a little breathing room, you know.
I do happen to know where Rankin is, though. Beside that bonfire that you don't like. Want to join us?

Nikto : Last question. Who's playing the accordion?

Jolly Miner : You'll find out, if you come with!

<Background fades out>

「Nikto takes the gloveless hand offered to him. The palm is rough but warm, different from any other in those memories that he has intentionally forgotten.
They walk in the direction of the bonfire and music. 」

<Background fades in>

Nikto : He...

Jolly Miner : I said he was here.

「Yes, he is here.
Many times Nikto saw him clench his hands into fists, or swing a weapon.
Nikto could not imagine how those hands, knotted with scars and thick with veins, could operate something as delicate as an accordion. 」

Nikto : He plays the accordion?

Jolly Miner : Yeah. What about it?

「By the fireside, Rankin's callused fingers leap across the keyboard, as he gently pulls and presses the bellows.
Music fills the air. 」

Jolly Miner : See? I told you.
Come, don't just stand there. It's not like we get to relax every day!

Nikto : I...

「She catches him like a hunter catches prey. As he is brought into the crowd, his feet instinctively begin to step in rhythm.
Nikto was once an excellent dance partner. He tried to stop thinking about 'once' when he came to the mining district. 」

Jolly Miner : Get that frown off your brow and everything off your mind. Just dance, let your body move and rid yourself of all your troubles.

Nikto : ......

「The crowd moves and sings to the beat, responding to the rhythm with every joint in their bodies.
It is the simplest, most primitive form of dance. 」

Nikto : ...Hah.

「Nikto exhales and begins to move, bending his knees, kicking and spinning, every movement animated and rhythmic. 」

Jolly Miner : I knew it! You can dance!
See? I figured no one could deny the energy here.

<Background fades out>

「Nikto does not answer, continuing to kick and turn mechanically, unemotionally.
Step forward and step back, jump and turn, until the next downbeat.
He takes the hands of his dance partner, and begins to lead the dance. 」

<Background fades in>

Jolly Miner : Wow—

Nikto : No need to thank me.

Jolly Miner : No humility in you, is there? But...
It's clear that you're really good at dancing, even to an untrained eye. Your speed, and this 'magic' under your feet... it's almost like flying.
What do they call it? Pas? E-Enchainement?

Nikto : Call it the pathetic instincts of an ornament.

Jolly Miner : What do you mean—

「There is no explanation. Stepping energetically in time, Nikto pulls his partner towards him, then pushes her in the opposite direction.
Laughing, she runs into a young man without a partner, but eager to try, and so Nikto lets go and hands her over to her new partner. 」

<Background fades out and in>

「By the time the dance has ended, Nikto is standing very near Rankin. Take one step back, and he would be sitting by Rankin's side.
But Nikto does not do so. Before he opens his mouth, he reminds himself: Do not press. Ask Rankin about the truth calmly, gently. Do not cause a commotion.
Do not interrupt this rare moment of joy. 」

Nikto : I didn't know you played the accordion.

Rankin : I didn't know you danced.

Nikto : I guess we're not close enough to share everything.
But there is something you must tell me, if you really consider me a friend.

Rankin : You went to see Hawley. Is he still not eating?

Nikto : What did you expect?
We need to talk, Rankin...

「Rankin sighs, brings the melody to a close, and hands the accordion to a nearby miner.
Nikto recognizes the face of Pavel, Bogina's brother. Is Bogina still running a fever? He does not know.
Pavel takes the accordion and begins to sing an unfamiliar song.
Lively, soaring, yet sad. 」

Soft Singing : 'Sweet soft fragile flower, lean against the oak tree...'
'Hang not your head, nor sway with the wind...'

Rankin : (Hushed) Let's talk over there.

「Rankin gets up, and they leave the crowd and commotion behind. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Nikto : You didn't need to do that.

Rankin : ......

Nikto : You could have done it yourself, like you usually did. I would have praised you for your kindness, if you had sent Hawley away on some sort of pretext when you did the deed.
But why did you make Hawley do it?

Rankin : ......

Nikto : 'Rankin the Noble.' 'Rankin the Hero.' Is it not enough that you've triumphed over the foe? Did you need to torture your own comrades like that?
Does it make you happy? Make your victory more glorious? Why did you—

Rankin : Because I was angry.

Nikto : ......

Rankin : Yes... I won't make excuses, pretend that I expected Hawley to let his son go. This was what I wanted. I'm happy about it.
Should I be calm? Should I be merciful? End his pain like you said? Why should I?
Did you think the people who were loaded into their containers did not beg for mercy? Beg for someone to end their pain?
You accuse me of being unkind. Who would accuse those beasts on their behalf?
I do not understand them. They look human and they speak the language of humans, but their deeds are more monstrous than any monster.
How could they prey upon their own kind like that, so calmly, so coldly?
This difference frightens me. It's as though... as though we never shared the same human dignity with them. If they're not the monsters... then it must be me who is the monster.

「Rankin's words are clear, his tone impassive, as he gazes into the black night. Nikto wants to turn Rankin's head around and make him say it to Nikto's own face.
But he does nothing.
Silence. 」

Rankin : But you were right. I didn't need to do that.
It's pointless...

Nikto : You're torturing yourself, Rankin.
You shouldn't pretend to be as strong as you think you are, and you shouldn't demand that others be as strong.

Rankin : ......

Nikto : It's not my place to accuse you. You carry the responsibility of everyone on your shoulders. You must become the hero. It's a remarkable thing.
But you can't pretend that the fear and hesitation in your heart don't exist... you're trying to hide from yourself.
The result is what happened today... you lost control. It's dangerous. You don't know what you might do, the next time your emotions get the better of you.

Rankin : Thank you for the warning... I'll remember it.

Nikto : ......
Let's gather the others and put the bonfire out. It's time to go—how far until the next village?

Rankin : ...Let's wait a while longer.
They're happy. They haven't been so happy for a long time. We found a vehicle, and we're one step closer to the Kazimierzian border... let them enjoy themselves a little longer, and warm themselves up a bit.
You enjoyed yourself when you danced just now, didn't you?

Nikto : What about Hawley? Do you still care about how he's feeling?
He won't eat anything, and he's not responding to people talking to him.

Rankin : He'll come around.

Nikto : You can keep thinking that way, if it makes you feel better.

Rankin : ......

「Rankin turns around, takes a few steps towards the campfire, before stopping in his tracks. He turns back around and walks in the other direction, until he leaves behind the friend with whom he has developed differences, and the comrades still enjoying themselves. 」

<Background fades out>

「He keeps walking until the scene of unfading crimson once again fills his thoughts. 」

<Background 2>

Distant Voice : What do I do, Rankin? I-I think my skull's crushed. There's blood everywhere—
Help me, Rankin! I don't want to die!
Rankin—

[Slash. ]

Rankin? : Sorry.

Piercing Sound : Accept it.
Accept pain as you accept mortal pleasures. Accept death as you accept the life that Ursus grants.
Therein lies salvation.

Rankin? : Yes, I accept.

Twisted Figure : Who are you? Who the hell are you?!
Our souls could have been saved! This isn't how it should have been! It was you, abomination, that set us adrift, never to find salvation!
It's your fault—your fault that we have nowhere to go—

Rankin? : ......

[The Royal Guard appears. ]

Black Snow : Abandon all hope.
All of you...
You never had anywhere to go.

<Background 1>

Rankin : (Panting heavily)
*pant*... *pant*...

[Nadia approaches. ]

Rankin : Nadia... why are you here? Is Vetochki not with you?

Old Woman : I came to find you... Rankin.

Rankin : Why... is there something I can help with?

Old Woman : No... I would like to help you.

Rankin : Oh...

Old Woman : You killed that thing. It became your revelation, to carry the burden of all.
I understand your pain... it is painful to carry the burden of the life and death of others, to carry the burden of duty... how could it not be?
I witnessed how your soul became torn and tattered. But I do not have the cure. I could not compliment your courage, for it was the source of your pain...

Rankin : Thank you for your understanding.
But there is no need to pity me. I chose this duty for myself.
Besides... no, I never believed in revelations. I've always done what I thought was right.

Old Woman : Yes. You chose it yourself. Poor boy... no one can save you, except yourself...
I can only send you my sincere blessings, that one day... one day, you will find salvation from pain, and the peace that you desired...

「The old woman puts a withered hand on Rankin's chest, and he feels his chest filled with warmth. 」

Rankin : I—

「Rankin touches his chest.
Was he too tired, or hallucinating?
He does not feel his heartbeat. 」

<Background fades out and in>

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 3>

Since you asked, let's start with the crackdown in the mining district.
It began with people who had too much time on their hands, who discovered a new substance deep within an exhausted mine shaft.
Of course, we began to study it.

Worried Researcher : The Infected are one thing, but why can't we leave the mining district either?
There's nothing coming out of the mines. The miners are being shut inside their quarters, unable to go to work. Who knows if the Originium veins inside have really dried up?

Ksenia : Let's sit and wait. The Grand Duchess won't abandon us.

Worried Researcher : Wait? What's the point of waiting? They're not issuing our salaries, just supplies. Why not just let us leave, then? Not everyone's so carefree like you. I've got a mother to provide for.

Excited Researcher : We've got news! The mines haven't been exhausted!

Ksenia : What? Really?

Excited Researcher : Guess what we found at the bottom of the mine?

Worried Researcher : The Originium's grown back?

Excited Researcher : No! You don't have any imagination.

Worried Researcher : Imagination leads to futile hope, which leads to death. I don't want to die yet.

Ksenia : So, what exactly did you find?

Excited Researcher : Geologists from Bresk say that it's a geological fault, not exhaustion! Faults cause shifts in rock formation, resulting in Originium ore seemingly disappearing, when in fact it's been transformed.

Worried Researcher : Can you explain it in a way that a non-geologist could understand?

Excited Researcher : Meaning that the Originium ore is gone, but something new has appeared.
Look at this! Fresh out of the hole. I'm taking it to the lab for analysis. Here's your chance to help!

「The excited researcher takes out a flask of black liquid, the surface of which is smooth as a mirror, and shakes it gently. 」

Worried Researcher : Are you sure? I'm no geologist, but I don't think faults turn rock from solid to liquid...
Are you sure they didn't make it up just so that we'll have something to do?

Excited Researcher : I went down myself, alright? The stuff's everywhere. It's like an underground river. The miners said the Originium ore was gone, but it's only been transformed into this stuff.
You have a chance to be a co-author on my paper! You should be more grateful!

Worried Researcher : Fine, fine I'll come. Like I don't know you just wanted to use my lab.

Excited Researcher : And what about it? Yours is the tidiest...

[The researchers leave. ]

Ksenia : ......

Indeed. How could a fault turn Originium ore from solid to liquid?
But there was no need for us to doubt the truth that was plain as day. After swift analysis and comparing the results, we confirmed that it was a substance the likes of which we've never seen before, and we named it 'Oka'.
Then, the Grand Duchess' orders came.

Ksenia : Go straight into human testing? Who ordered it, the director?
No, not even on the director's orders. We don't understand its nature, and we haven't even begun animal testing or energy testing. We're being too hasty. I'm going to find him—

Worried Researcher : There's no point talking to the director. The volunteer quota has already been filled, and Lakoda is moving forward with the tests.
Besides, this comes directly from the Grand Duchess. She wants results in two weeks.

Ksenia : Two weeks? That's not even enough to find out its half-life.
I don't like this. I—

Worried Researcher : If you don't like it, you can leave the Oka research.

Ksenia : I was in charge of extracting the active component of Oka, and I worked with Lakoda to develop the animal testing reagent. Of course I want to continue!
I just—I just don't think this is right, to go straight to human testing with zero idea about what might happen.

Worried Researcher : The sooner we get results, the sooner the Grand Duchess lets me go home. That's my only concern right now.
Like I told you, not everyone is as carefree as you are.

Ksenia : But—
I...

The human experiments began regardless. I was excluded and did not have access to the experiment data.
I wanted to figure out the nature of Oka and why it appeared in the mines. So...
The experiments on lab musbeasts showed no progress. At my wits' end, I even thought about experimenting on myself.
I never did, of course, because I learned that those so-called volunteers were not volunteers after all.

[Raidian hurries over. ]

Raidian : You need to get out of here, Ksenia.

Ksenia : Serafina? How did you get in here? I thought there were guards at the door. Are there new volunteers from the miners—

Raidian : Listen to me, Ksenia. Those miners never volunteered!
Even the patients who were in our medical post were forcibly conscripted. Your colleague was such a smooth liar that I didn't detect she was lying at first, when she said they volunteered.

Ksenia : What?

Raidian : All those 'volunteers' who participated in the experiments never volunteered! They never came back! Whatever's happening here goes against all scientific ethics.
You remember Vetochki? The bell toller, the one who stammers a little?
Good girl. She remembers everyone in the mining district, and she told Rankin, the foreman, as soon as she noticed that people had gone missing.
First, the Infected miners, then their non-Infected families...
Rankin went missing for a while too, reappearing with the bodies of a few miners who had gone missing.

Ksenia : Gosudar-batyushka...[note 1] so when Lakoda said that the experiments were paused because of 'equipment theft'...

Raidian : I don't know the details about your situation, but the miners have left their quarters and are coming to the lab. They want an explanation.
The miners are mostly Infected, and they have the strength of numbers. The guards can't stop them if they're determined to force the issue. There will be blood.

Ksenia : But... but I've never heard about any volunteers showing rejection symptoms, much less death—

Raidian : Are you sure?

Ksenia : I... no, I'm not.

Raidian : Do you have the experiment data?

Ksenia : No. I've been looking for the director all day to request access, but I haven't been able to find him.

Raidian : I don't know what you're researching here. Ultimately, the worst that can happen to the Infected is to be incinerated.

Ksenia : ......

Raidian : If this place still retains the function of a hospital, as His Imperial Majesty hoped, you can check the incinerator or morgue.
After that, you can come to the medical team's camp if you want to come with me.

I didn't accept Serafina's invitation.
But she was right.
Clothing without owners was stacked haphazardly in the basement. The incinerator was still running. The last person keeping watch over the place had left, leaving behind bodies that had not yet disintegrated scattered like the clothes.
The volunteers who participated in the experiment died en masse in the span of just two weeks. The impact of Oka on the human body was beyond doubt.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 4>

Central Far North Mining District Laboratory, Ursus

Ksenia : As was the case with the human experiments, I was excluded from the evacuation.
The lab was empty by the time I went to the basement, learned the truth, and put all the still-intact bodies in cold storage.
In fact, I can only guess that there was an evacuation. I don't know where they went—the director, Lakoda, or anyone else.
Thinking back on it, it was just like Chernobog, except this time I was the one in the lab.

Mon3tr : You were too young at the time, and you were on the project as a student intern. You were not on the list of core staff.

Ksenia : H-How did you know?
Were you—

Doctor : I understand.
We found 'Dominion' pollution in the mining district.

Ksenia : The Royal Guard was here. Not anymore.

Doctor : Before you passed out, you said that Oka could kill a Royal Guard. / Then you said the miners killed a Royal Guard.
Which one is true? Or are they both true?

Ksenia : (Mutters) ...Chyort.[note 2]
I don't think there's anything to talk about.
How does an ordinary person who was born and raised in Ursus describe the sudden collapse of the violence that had dominated her life for so long?
The Royal Guards are the stuff of nightmares to the children of Ursus. They watch your every word and action, so you are cautious and careful, so you are well-behaved and obedient.
They are invincible, undefeatable.
When you suddenly witness the death of one... it only means that something even more terrible has appeared.

Doctor : The miners touched by Oka killed the Royal Guard.

Ksenia : No, no... I don't know anything about it. Forget I ever said anything.
I didn't see anything, and you didn't hear anything. Just leave.
I've told you everything you wanted to know, everything that I can tell you.

Doctor : Even if all it does is accelerate the deaths of the Infected... / It would be an unimaginable disaster if it got out.
Leave aside the question of who killed the Royal Guard, or even if anyone killed him at all. / We don't know if the fleeing Infected miners came into contact with the substance.

Mon3tr : If they did, and it is contagious, they would not have allowed the researchers to leave.

Ksenia : The changes brought about by Oka are not necessarily contagious. At least, based on the experiment data that I managed to find, they haven't begun comparative observation yet—

Doctor : Do you still have a sample of Oka?

Ksenia : No... What would you intend to do with it?

Doctor : It's not about what we intend to do. It's about what we can do.
We'll have to get our hands on a sample to find out.

Ksenia : But all the samples are... you're going into the mines?! Now?

Doctor : It seems to be the only option.
Don't you want to find out what Oka really is?

Ksenia : ......

Notes

Cyrillic: Государь-батюшка, portmanteau of Russian "Sovereign" and "Father", used to refer the Tsar; in this context it could mean "Tsar almighty"

Cyrillic: чёрт, a demon from Slavic folklore, but means "damn it" in this context

Operation story: 16-8

After operation

Summary

Ksenia takes the Doctor and Mon3tr to the mines to obtain a sample of 'Oka'. The fugitive miners abandon their vehicle after it runs out of power. Rankin seeks help from a nearby village and gets it, but they do not realize the impending danger.

<Background 1>

Central Far North Mining District, Ursus

[Mon3tr walks in front while Doctor and Ksenia trails behind. ]

Mon3tr : ......

Ksenia : ......
......

Doctor : Do you need a break?

Ksenia : Huh? Oh... uh, no.
I just...

Doctor : If you have reservations... / We can look for it ourselves.

Ksenia : (Shakes head)
I chose to be your guide. Besides, I want to know the truth about Oka too.
Worst case scenario, I guess they exile me...

[Mon3tr returns. ]

Mon3tr : The path ahead seems to be safe, Doctor. I do not detect any lifeforms—
Huh?

「Ksenia glances at Mon3tr, then quickly and awkwardly looks away.
You notice the researcher has been following Mon3tr quietly, looking to her from time to time. Even Mon3tr has noticed it now. 」

Mon3tr : You keep glancing at me, Ksenia... do I look weird?

Ksenia : What? No, no!
It's just, seeing you brings back memories.

Mon3tr : What memories?

Ksenia : You see... the problem is that I don't remember them clearly.
It's so distant that it's become faded and indistinct, like ink on a piece of paper that's been submerged in water...
But... may I ask you a couple of questions?

Mon3tr : Of course! I only hope I can answer them.

Ksenia : You said your name is Mon3tr?

Mon3tr : Yes, that's what they call me.

Ksenia : Mon3tr... Mon3tr.

「She chews on the unfamiliar name. 」

Ksenia : Mon3tr, do you—
Do you feel cold...?

Mon3tr : Huh?

Ksenia : Wh-What I mean is, you're quite lightly dressed.
I can give you my jacket, if you need it. It'll at least keep the wind off you before we enter the mines.
I guess it might be a little too old—

Mon3tr : I-I get it! There's no need!
It took me a little while to process it because you're the first one to ask me this question. But no, I'm really not cold!

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : (Shake head at Mon3tr)

Mon3tr : No, I'm not cold. But thank you for the offer!
Were you about to say something, Doctor?

Doctor : No, you two can continue.

Ksenia : Ah... alright.
Perhaps your constitution is strong, and the cold doesn't bother you.

Mon3tr : Yes! I'm strong!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : (Nod to Ksenia)

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Mon3tr : It's alright, Ksenia. You can trust us.
We'll be walking together for a while. Feel free to ask any questions.

Ksenia : Right...
You said you were colleagues of Director Kal'tsit...
Is... is Director Kal'tsit well?

Mon3tr : Um...

Doctor : ...... / ......
Were you close with her?

Ksenia : I... I wouldn't say that.
I was Professor Ilia's assistant. I didn't have much interaction with Director Kal'tsit personally.
All I remember is a few...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Ilia : Ksenia! Ksenia!

[Hasty footsteps ]

Ksenia : Y-Yes, Professor!

Ilia : Why isn't the experiment data from this morning on my desk?

Ksenia : I'm sorry! I'll go get it right now!

Ilia : How many times do I have to tell you? You need to be able to keep up with the pacing, if you want to be part of the project. If all I wanted was someone to copy instrument readings onto paper, my three-year-old daughter could do it.
And what are these scribbles? Energy conversion equations?
Do your job first, Ksenia, before you try anything new.

[Ilia crumpels the paper and throws it away when Kal'tsit arrives. ]

Kal'tsit : What is this?

Ilia : D-Director Kal'tsit. It's nothing, nothing to waste your time on.
Ksenia is still young. It'll take time for her to get used to working on an active project. I'll take responsibility for any mistakes...

Kal'tsit : Did you come up with this equation yourself?

Ksenia : ......
Yes...

Kal'tsit : The theoretical model is quite creative, and the simulation model is sound. The equation would form the basis of highly efficient power supplies, if it can be successfully established.
Kinetic energy loss has not been taken into account, however, and more validation of the data is necessary.

Ilia : Good grief...

Ksenia : I... I'm sorry, Director Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : There's no need to apologize. You took initiative, you wanted to be a part of what's going on.
You can listen in on the next report session, if you want.

Ksenia : R-Really?

Kal'tsit : And don't be so hard on her, Ilia. One should encourage the enthusiasm of youth appropriately.
You made worse mistakes when you were her age.

Ilia : You're right. I understand.

[Kal'tsit leaves. ]

Ksenia : Th-Thank you...

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Ksenia : It's true that Director Kal'tsit inspired me at one point.
Like many who were there, I had hoped that research into the Sarcophagus would yield a new form of clean energy that could benefit everyone.
That way, miners would be liberated from the dangers of the mines, and the lives of the Infected would no longer be needed to fuel this monstrosity by the name of Ursus.
I was young, naive... it never occurred to me that a country's character, like the character of a person, is not so easily shaken or changed.
Regardless, I was very happy I got to hear Director Kal'tsit's name after the accident.
I thought, maybe I would have a chance to...
See her again?

Doctor : About that, Ksenia...

Ksenia : Sorry! Forget I ever said anything. I assume it's something you may not answer.
I just thought... you look like you might know the Director. Perhaps you knew her, knew where she went, and if she's doing well.
But I suppose it was never my place to know...

Mon3tr : Ksenia.

Ksenia : Yes?

Mon3tr : You'll see Kal'tsit again. I promise.

Ksenia : Oh, so you mean she is still...
I am delighted to hear that.

Mon3tr : We'll see Kal'tsit again, won't we, Doctor?

Doctor : ...Yes.

Ksenia : I look forward to it...
Should I get the chance, I would like to go to this 'Rhodes Island' that Director Kal'tsit founded, and which Serafina has mentioned...

[Footsteps ]

Ksenia : One moment... something's not right...
We didn't see anyone on the way, did we?
No miners, and even though we're very near the mine shafts, we haven't seen a single guard, a single Patrol Unit.

Doctor : The Grand Duchess put the entire mining district on lockdown. / Was everyone transferred?

Ksenia : I know about the lockdown. But the transfer—
No... What I know is completely different.
I thought the only problem was the failure of the Oka experiments. I never heard anything about the mining district being cleaned up.

Doctor : It's definitely strange.
We've hardly encountered any resistance since we entered the district. / The defenses are even sparser than inside Bresk.
The missing miners... / Where did they go?

<Background 3>

Far North Tundra, Ursus

「Rankin puts the finishing touches by carving on the door of the carriage, then throws away the rock. 」

Calm Miner : I know how to draw the symbol now. I'll help next time.

Rankin : Sure. You can do it next time.
I'm done over here. Have we gotten the stuff out of the other containers?

Calm Miner : Pavel's side is done. The last two containers didn't have much in the way of useful supplies. Should we remove the mechanical components and take them with us?

Rankin : You said you used to work in the machine factories in the city?

Calm Miner : Yes.

Rankin : Take a few parts that can be used on other machines. Maybe we can sell them for money.
Assuming anyone would buy them...

[Footsteps approach ]

Raidian : We must also take the injured into account.

Rankin : Gospozha Serafina.

Raidian : We have too many injured. It's not realistic to immediately continue the journey on foot.
We need rest.

[A miner hurries over. ]

Excited Miner : Rankin! We took inventory and we should have enough food to last two or three days if we ration it. It should last us until the next village.

Rankin : I thought there would be more... but I suppose we should be glad to have what we have.

Excited Miner : Vetochki found some nuts stockpiled by musbeasts. It'll sate the hunger for a while, and it doesn't spoil easily.
Right now, we need medical supplies more than we need food—

Calm Miner : Where do we find it?

Rankin : Only way is the nomadic cities, or a mobile medical post. If we can contact one...

「Rankin looks towards Raidian. 」

Raidian : I can attempt to contact a nearby mobile medical post.

Rankin : Thank you, Gospozha Serafina.

Raidian : Don't thank me so soon. I have a condition.

Excited Miner : We appreciate what you and your team have done for us, but in our current circumstances—

Raidian : The injured must stay put while I attempt to contact the mobile medical posts.
It's my judgment as a medical professional that they need rest.
The kind of rest that isn't bumpy.

<Background fades out and in>

Nikto : Who are you taking?

Rankin : Lidiya, Pavel, and a few sweet talkers who could coax coins out of their supervisors.

Nikto : You didn't like those slick talkers from the ore-washing plant.

Rankin : It has nothing to do with my preferences.

Nikto : Why not me? Because I might argue with you?

Rankin : We're seeking help from a nearby village, not soliciting donations from a noble banquet in Grypherburg, barin. Your way won't work with farmers who can't even write their own name.

Nikto : Call me that again, and I'll break your nose.

Rankin : You'll break your knuckles on it.

Nikto : You don't think seeking help from the village is a good idea.

Rankin : ...Right.
Until Gospozha Serafina makes contact with a mobile medical post, however, we can't sit around doing nothing.
We're not injured.

Nikto : We've sat around doing nothing. We sang and danced—you played the accordion!

Rankin : All past tense. Our supplies will run out soon. I must do what I can before that happens.
While we're gone... I need you to stay here and take care of those staying behind.

Nikto : I doubt the villagers would be charitable this time.

Rankin : Of course. Few people are glad to open their door and see an Infected standing in it. We've already learned that.

<Background 4>

Excited Miner : How long has Rankin been in there? Should we check it out?

Calm Miner : Calm down. Rankin told us to wait.

Excited Miner : But last time—

Calm Miner : ......
Come out, Vetochki. I know you were following us. Rankin must have known, too. He just chose not to say anything.
Why didn't you stay behind with Nikto and the others? You need to take care of your babushka, don't you?

Vetochki : Babushka said, it's alright...
I wanted to, help. So I, came. I can, h-help!

Calm Miner : Did Nikto know that you came with us? He might have thought that you went missing.

Vetochki : I left, a... note.

Calm Miner : That works. You know, I thought you could be useful with us, but Rankin wouldn't have it.

Vetochki : Wh-Where has, uchitel, gone?

Calm Miner : He's going to negotiate with them, see if we can get some food.

Vetochki : Wh-What do we, have to t-trade?

Calm Miner : Parts from the vehicles.

Excited Miner : But he went over empty-handed!

Calm Miner : Maybe he wanted to show that he means no harm. People might get the wrong idea if he was holding a weapon or a chunk of metal.

Excited Miner : But he didn't take anything the last time either, and those people stalled for time while they sneaked someone out to call for the Patrol Units—
I have to help him!

Calm Miner : Pavel!
Chyort... wait up!

<Background 4>

Calm Miner : (Hushed) Stop it!

Excited Miner : Rankin is inside—

「The miner covers his colleague's mouth with his hand and pulls him to one side.
They can hear the indistinct sound of talking coming from inside the house. 」

Voice from Inside : ...Understood...
(Sound of metal grinding)
...We've... informed...
(Sound of impact)

Calm Miner : (Whisper) Something doesn't sound right.

Excited Miner : Mmmpppphhh—

Calm Miner : (Whisper) Promise you won't just kick down the door, and I'll let go.

Excited Miner : (Nods)

<Background 4>

「As soon as he can breathe again, the miner points towards the back door of the house.
There, clear as day on the snow, is a row of footprints leading away from the house. 」

Calm Miner : (Whisper) ...Govno.
(Whisper) One of you, go knock on the door. Act anxious and spin a story when they answer the door.

Slick Miner : (Whisper) Why don't YOU go? If they've got Rankin, whoever knocks on the door is next, isn't it?

Vetochki : (Whisper) I-I'll go.

Calm Miner : (Whisper) No, Vetochki—

「Vetochki taps lightly on the door with her knuckles.
The sound from inside ceases. 」

Voice from Inside : Who's there?

Calm Miner : (Whisper) ...Keep knocking.

Vetochki : (Knocks)

Voice from Inside : Back so soon...

[As the door opens, the miner tackles the villager. ]

Villager : Argh!

Rankin : What's going on—
Sir!

Calm Miner : Are you alright, Rankin?

Rankin : Lidiya? I thought I told you to wait outside—
...Vetochki?
What are you doing here?

<Background 5>

Friendly Villager : So you're all miners who came out under orders to find supplies.

Calm Miner : Yes, sir! I must apologize for what that fool did. He spends so much time underground that he's forgotten how to tell a good person from a bad one.

Excited Miner : I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. We had a bad experience when we tried to seek help from another village, and I thought this would be the same—

Rankin : Pavel.

Friendly Villager : You're honest about things. I have a fair idea how people from other villages treat the Infected... most of Ursus is like that.
But you're not those Infected that don't care about authority and just want to cause trouble. You're miners, right?

Calm Miner : Yes! You know, of course, that we can't leave the mining district without permission from up high.
This is our foreman right here. They told him not to go back until he's found supplies.

Friendly Villager : Would the bosses leave you to starve if you don't find it?

Calm Miner : Yes. It's not so bad for adults like us, but kids like Vetochki over here, how are they supposed to grow without eating?

Friendly Villager : Vetochki? This girl? She's a miner too?
How old are you...?

Vetochki : I-I'm—

Friendly Villager : Let me guess. Ten?

Vetochki : Fifteen.

Friendly Villager : Haha. You're shy, like my daughter... she might have a child your age now, if she's still alive.
She went to the mines after she got the Stone Disease. Not around these parts, to the east, the Northern Tundra? It's further away, anyhow.

Vetochki : Th-The mines, are good. D-Don't worry... dedushka.

Friendly Villager : Dedushka... grandpa, huh...?
I don't even know how and when she got sick. She wouldn't say. I haven't heard from her for a long time.
Let's not talk about that! Sounds like you have people running your mining district. Some places don't care about their miners at all, giving them nothing to eat, and they don't give them any other way out either.
I heard some miners got so desperate they ran away. They'd rather risk the Patrol Units.

Calm Miner : Can you help us?

Friendly Villager : My wife went out to discuss things with the others before you came in.

Calm Miner : So those footprints were...

Rankin : You have the parts, Lidiya?

Calm Miner : Right here.

「Rankin takes the cloth package and gives it to the old man. 」

Rankin : Here, you should be able to replace the aging parts on your harvester with it.
In exchange for the food you shared with us.

Friendly Villager : Sure, sure... honestly, I don't know anything about harvesters other than that it's been broken for a while. Do you mind helping me fit the part on if you want to help?

Calm Miner : I'll take a look. I used to work in a machine factory.

Friendly Villager : That's great.

<Background 4>

Nikto : You really managed to get food. A fair bit of it, too.

Rankin : Gennady says it was a good year for crops, but his harvester was broken. They managed to harvest the mossoat by hand, only to have surplus grain sitting around in granaries because the caravans didn't come this year.
Life is hard for everyone without cash. Still, they were willing to barter with us, rather than waiting until spring to sell.

Nikto : Lidiya said those parts are worth more than mossoat.

Rankin : As far as we're concerned, food is priceless.

[Footsteps approach ]

Friendly Villager : Must you go so soon?

Rankin : Yes. We've accomplished our mission. It's time to go back.

Friendly Villager : I had hoped that you would fill your bellies before you go.
If you want, there are a few houses on the west end of the village that have been empty since the previous inhabitants left. Your group can take shelter there, make a fire, get warm and make some food.

Rankin : Spasibo...
I can't tell you how grateful I am.

Friendly Villager : There's no need. The girl helped us repair the harvester for next year. We're the ones who should thank you.
Besides, it's not like we did much.
Normally, we don't touch the collective food stores for winter. Patrol Units are less frequent these days, but it's a chore when the tax collectors come around.
All we old folks did was to take a little grain out of our own reserves, so that you can go back and say you've done your job.
Not like there's anything else we can help with—

Rankin : Maybe you can tell us your daughter's name. We can try to ask when we—uh, return to the mining district.

Friendly Villager : Oh, she's not here in the Far North! She's in the Northern Tundra, far to the east...

Rankin : Just tell me.

Friendly Villager : Well, I suppose it can do no harm.
Her name is Milana...

<Background fades out and in>

「A pair of blank, soulless eyes gaze out from the darkness.
The cracking of the bonfire hides his indistinct mutter. 」

Hawley : ......
Achieve...
Salvation.

Operation story: 16-9

Before operation

Summary

They never truly killed the Royal Guard in the nightmares of Rankin, leader of the miners.

<Background 1>

Young Miner : No... no...

[SLASH! ]

Young Miner : Argh!

「The young woman falls on the ground before your eyes, a black spear 'growing' out of her body.
Next to her body, a man is flailing with his legs, trying to push himself away from this dangerous place. 」

Terrified Miner : M-Monster...!

[Slow footsteps ]

「Black is closing in. Black, black, black, everything is black, except for bright-red blood. You cannot even tell if you are facing something that is living or not. 」

??? : Do not fear—not one step back!
Stand up, if you still have strength—

Miner : Ahh!!

「The black steps through the bodies, some of whom were miners, some of whom were guards, and some of whom were just ordinary Ursines.
The constant screams make it very clear that, whether you turn to run or not, the spears appearing out of thin air will catch you.
You can only watch as the spears continue to rise from the ground, impaling body after body, threatening to blanket the entire ground. 」

'Emperor's Blade' : —

「Suddenly, the spears remove themselves from the mountain of corpses, forming a longsword in the hand of the black shadow.
The entity raises its sword and points it toward you, speaking in an indistinguishable voice. 」

<Background 1>

'Emperor's Blade' : You would die standing.

??? : No... I'm not going to die...
I'm not going to die here.

'Emperor's Blade' : Hope. It's a good thing.
But futile.

[The Emperor's Blade spots a figure in the distance. ]

'Emperor's Blade' : ......
Is that...?

[Indistinct figures appear ]

Soldier? : Rankin! We're here to help!
Rankin—

??? : You—Renat?

Soldier? : We're here to help!

??? : You're here! You're here to help me! My comrades, you're here—
We'll fight side-by-side, just like old times!

Soldier? : Just like old times!

??? : Surround him! Just like old times! One falls, another takes his place!
Follow me!

'Emperor's Blade' : Fool...

「You feel the heat coming from behind you, like a burning fire that spreads all over you. It makes your blood run hot, and your eyes wide and clear. They shout your name and push you forward.
In the embrace of solidarity, you leap and take aim at what seems to be the thorax of the black entity—
And impale it. 」

??? : —Death—

'Emperor's Blade' : —
Ha...

「There is no sound of blood dripping, no convulsion.
Only the resistance of the blade growing lesser and lesser, until it disappears altogether. 」

'Emperor's Blade' : I see... I see...
...Gabrielus—

「As the last syllable leaves its mouth, the uniform propped up by the shadow goes limp and stops resisting. 」

??? : ......

「You have put an end to the monster, with courage, with determination, with heart.
With the support of 'friends' who never existed. 」

<Background fades out and in>

*pant*... *pant*...
Your hands are heavy. Where are you?

「'—He's down. He's down!' 」

...Who?

「'Rankin, you—we, we killed—'
'We killed him!' 」

Killed who? Black... snow...
Not enough. One obstacle dead and gone, but the snow is everywhere, abominable snow...
The snow will not stop.

「'Rankin? Rankin! What do we do now?'
'Rankin—' 」

Soldier? : Rankin!

??? : I am...

Miner : Rankin! Rankin!

「The crowd rushes toward you like the tide. They raise you up, and they pull you back down. You have felt this sense of weightlessness before.
The crowd shouts, the crowd yells, Someone who should not have been here shouts your name in the deafening echoes. 」

Soldier? : —Rankin—

「You close your eyes and go back into the forest with his words. A border garrison unit, a one-way mission.
You are not there. 」

??? : Won...
We won.

「As you rise and fall, you look towards the black dust in the distance, which has yet to fully disperse. 」

Black Snow : ......

「Black smoke seeps out from every hole and gap in the uniform, like countless tiny tentacles, greedily wrapping and covering it, until it is completely hidden.
Under the black smoke, the uniform once again takes human shape, as though— 」

「As though he never died. 」

After operation

Summary

The mad miner believes it is his duty to kill the villagers, just as he had to kill his son when they stole the vehicles. Fire rages across the village, and it is as though Rankin's nightmare has come true.

<Background 3>

「The nights of deep autumn are cold in Ursus. Snow falls from the branches as the cold winds blow.
The crowd has already dispersed. There is no light coming from the distant huts.
A tiny flicker of flame still burns on the charred firewood in the middle of the clearing, clinging to its last gasp of life as the north winds tear at it.
A piece of thick firewood is thrown into the pile, and sparks fly in the air. 」

Hawley : They...
They found us.

「Dry firewood lies in ash, slowly becoming charred and twisted, before being swallowed by the leaping flames.
The fire shines upon the face of the feeble Infected, but he feels no warmth. 」

Hawley : The people here... everyone.
They must be wiped away... like Ganea was...
This way, they will never...
They will never lose their goodness, nor abandon purity...
Their souls shall never be defiled.

「He is in pain, a pain that penetrates his heart like a needle.
He is cold, shivering like he just fell into a frozen lake.
He must make himself warm again.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces.
One bundle, two bundles, three bundles.
The flame that was so faint now pokes its head from the gaps in the wood like a burning demon, threatening to touch its creator with its tongue.
The frail miner picks up a burning firewood and walks toward the silent houses. 」

<Background 2>

「Tap, click, tap, click.
The footsteps are rhythmic, one stronger than the other. 」

Hawley : Asleep... asleep!
They're all asleep.
You do not know what desperation awaits you, what judgment you will face.
Aiding and abetting the Infected before selling them out. Blissful ignorance, docile as a burdenbeast!
But it is alright.
I will help you. I can help you.
For I shall meditate...
And share...
In your pain.

「The madman carries the torch of fear, but the flame can no longer stem the cold.
The cold pierces his bones. It comes from Oripathy, from the wind, from Ursus.
He needs warmth.
He sees a large pile of hay. 」

Hawley : Fire.

「He throws the torch. 」

Hawley : Cleansing—

「The flames awaken withering. 」

Hawley : Salvation!

「He has never felt so acutely alive. 」

<Background 4>

「The ringing continues in his head. In the nightmare, Rankin is clinging to the last vestige of cognition and sanity.
His sensations are returning, but the wailing grown nearer, not more distant.
He forces himself up and staggers towards the door of the tent, seeking a breath of fresh air. 」

[Rankin exits the tent... ]

「Hot air rushes at him, evaporating the sweat in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, all the feelings return to his body.
This is not a dream. It is real. The stuff of his nightmares has found a foothold in reality.
Everywhere, people are fleeing, as the houses that once offered refuge are devoured by fire.
In the gushing smoke, the scent of charred despair clutches at everyone's throats like a demonic claw. How tiny is man in the presence of terror. 」

<Background 5>

[Hurried footsteps ]

Nikto : Rankin!

Rankin : What... what happened?

Nikto : No idea. The fire started all of a sudden. We can't put it out!
All we can do is evacuate the others!

[Hurried footsteps ]

Excited Miner : The food we traded for is still inside. I have to go in—

Rankin : Now is not the time!
Wake everyone! Get them out of the village! Go!

「But his commands do not bring order to the crowd. Fear continues to spread unchecked. 」

<Flashback starts here>

「He has never...
Died. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 5>

Rankin : No, no... I won! I killed him!
I can save everyone...!

[Hurried footsteps ]

Vetochki : Uchitel!

Rankin : What are you doing here, Vetochki? Get to safety!

Vetochki : Uchitel, I-I...!

Rankin : Didn't you hear me?!

「Rankin tries to shake off Vetochki's hands, but the girl grabs his arm with all her strength. 」

Vetochki : B-Babushka, sh-she's gone!

Rankin : What? Wasn't she with you?

「The stammering girl gestures furiously, trying to explain what happened, but the terror on her face says it all. 」

Rankin : Nikto!
Continue the evacuation! We'll go find Nadia!

Nikto : O-Okay!

<Background fades out and in>

「Rankin and Vetochki dart through the fire. The houses on both sides of them are burning, and the slightest misstep could set their clothes on fire. 」

Vetochki : Babushka... Babushka!

「Rankin wants to yell too, but the feeling of helplessness continues to accumulate in his heart. It is stuck in his throat, preventing him from making a sound, preventing him from breathing.
He knows full well what a fire like this means for an invalid old woman. 」

Vetochki : Uchitel, I... you... mm!

「At the smoke-filled intersection, Vetochki covers her mouth and points to herself, then at Rankin, and finally towards the fork in the path. 」

Rankin : No, Vetochki... you must not go off on your own... listen to me...

Vetochki : Uchitel!

「The girl's face is red as tears flow from her eyes. She holds her hands together in a strange gesture of prayer.
She is not praying to the Tsar, nor to the Yurodstvo. She is praying to Rankin. 」

Rankin : I...

<Flashback starts here>

Fool.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 5>

Vetochki : Ugh...!

「A shadow flashes across their vision. He is limping, but there is an unusual strength in his steps, as though he is being drawn in by something. 」

Rankin : Hawley? Where are you going?!

「The hunched figure ignores Rankin's cries, walking towards the sea of flames at the end of the path.
Surrounded by the bright light of fire, his figure casts no shadow. He prepares to welcome baptism by fire, like the Yurodstvo walking towards the execution grounds in legend. 」

[Vetochki goes after him. ]

Rankin : Vetochki! Wait!

Hawley : I have committed murder.
Not for food, nor for water, nor for abode.

「He continues to walk as he chants, and pushes open a burning door. 」

「Even the scorching light of the flames cannot stop Rankin from seeing what is inside the house, over Hawley's head—
Flames roil and writhe as charred beams totter, cracking like the moaning of the dying.
An old woman sits straight in the middle of it all. 」

Old Woman : ......

「She is sitting on the last chair without a sound. The flames are only inches from her, but they cannot touch her, as though an invisible wall is keeping them at bay.
She has not a speck of ash or dust on her. Even her hair is immaculately clean. Her eyes gently shut, but at the same time she seems to be watching everything. 」

Hawley : I have cleansed their souls.

Operation story: 16-10

Before operation

Summary

Rankin attempts to take responsibility for the fire, but the surviving villagers refuse to allow it. The true culprit is judged and executed, resulting in a split among the miners. Vetochki, who chose to stay, begins to question herself in her sorrow.

<Background black>

[The fire crackles. ]

Snow, snow, snow.
Snow is falling on his head.
It turns into boiling water, into endless cries, into the weight of the dead.
Hands are not enough to sweep it away. It is wet, heavy, sinking...

「Until it crushes those who are inside, those who are still living. 」

<Background 1>

Nadia : (Humming)

Vetochki : Babushka, h-how are you feeling?

Nadia : (Humming)

Vetochki : ...Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.

Nadia : (Humming)

Vetochki : The clock, ticks, tocks.
The clock, doesn't wait, for anyone.
But we, shouldn't sing?
Let's... l-let's go.

[The miners all meet up. ]

Tired Miner : No more survivors here.
I don't think I have the strength to stand. Are you there, Lidiya? I could use a hand—
Lidiya?

[A figure appears in the distance. ]

Calm Miner : Over there.
Someone's coming.

[Nikto walks over to Rankin. ]

Nikto : Rankin...

Rankin : The fire's gone out.

Nikto : Yes, it went out a while ago. Some survivors found us. We must do something.
Are you going to make Hawley kneel here forever? Even if he went mad and did all this, is it really necessary to punish him this way?
The fire's gone out, and it's getting cold. He'll die.

Rankin : Yes, he'll die. But...
Not yet.

「Rankin looks toward the entrance to the village.
The fence that used to be there was designed to stop foraging tuskbeasts, not anyone determined enough to enter, whether their intentions were benevolent, or malicious.
Scattered figures begin to emerge from behind the remains of the fence.
They look this way hesitantly, then walk away timidly.
Rankin sounds almost like he is muttering to himself— 」

Rankin : I was wrong, Nikto.

Nikto : What do you mean?

Rankin : I was wrong.

Nikto : In what way?

Rankin : Hawley wasn't mad. He wasn't shouting for Vetochki's babushka, or to his dead son. He was shouting at me.
'...I have committed murder, not for food, nor for water, nor for abode.'
'But for those who walk with me, for the salvation of their souls.'

Nikto : I didn't hear anything. Even if he did say it, it's just the kind of prayer that Vetochki and her babushka pray all the time.
It's not like they started worshipping the Yurodstvo and the Tsar yesterday.

Rankin : Yurodstvo? Tsar? No, not distant or ethereal things like that. He was trying to save my soul, even after I made him kill his own son.
But what is a soul, even? Who can prove that it exists? Is it more precious than mortal life? It's ridiculous... silly!
I shouldn't have forced him. But now, the worst has happened. If he did what he did before in order to fulfill my wishes, then it was for the same reason that he set this fire.

Nikto : No, it's nonsense, listen to me—

Rankin : It might as well have been me who set this fire.
I must pay for my crimes.

[Rankin walks to the group huddling behind the fences. ]

Nikto : Don't be a fool, Rankin!

Surviving Villager : ......

Nikto : ...!

Rankin : I'll keep this brief.

Surviving Villager : What... what else do you have to say?
We gave you food and water.
Is THIS how you repay us?

Rankin : No.

Surviving Villager : Are you here to chase us away, or to finish what you started?

Rankin : I want you to witness the perpetrator face justice.

Surviving Villager : Ha... haha...
Hahahahaha...
Perpetrator? Justice? Will you kill all the arsonists, killers, and robbers in front of me?
No, you won't. Otherwise, you wouldn't be coming to talk to me while armed.
I'll pretend I didn't hear anything. Leave, unless you're trying to wipe us out.
Never come back again.

「Rankin puts down his pickaxe and all other weapons, then raises both hands in the air. 」

Nikto : Rankin!

Rankin : Stay back, Nikto.

Surviving Villager : You still have your Arts...

Rankin : Right here. The culprit is right here. You can do what you wish with him.

Surviving Villager : What?

Rankin : I've put down my weapon. I won't use any Arts.
You can do what you wish.

Surviving Villager : I see. You would shield the others with your own life.
I've never been good with numbers... but I can tell that's not a fair deal.

Rankin : I'm right here. I won't fight back.

Surviving Villager : I don't want you! We don't want you! You weren't here when the fire started!
I want the one who set the fire, the one who robbed my home and burned it down—
I want the one who killed my wife!

Rankin : Even if I was the reason for his violence?
It was my arrogance that put the others in a desperate situation. It was I who forced him down the path of violence.
You should kill me.

Surviving Villager : No.

Rankin : Listen to me—

Surviving Villager : We want him. We don't want anyone else.

<Background 1>

「A small space has been cleared in the rubble to serve as an impromptu execution ground.
A crowd has gathered to watch. It is as though they cannot help themselves, like huddling around a fire in the winter night, yet fearful that its warmth might burn. 」

[More and more people come to the clearing. ]

Tired Miner : I still don't understand. Why did Hawley set the fire?
Why would he do this to a village that helped us?

Calm Miner : He's mad.
He was never the same again after his son died.

Hawley : ......

Tired Miner : But—maybe he didn't set the fire? Rankin wanted to satisfy the villagers, and Hawley happened to be sick.
The Hawley I knew would never do something like that...

Calm Miner : I don't know, but I trust Rankin. Didn't you know? He even tried to trade his life for Hawley's.
Thankfully, the villagers wanted the real culprit, not a good person trying to take his place.

Tired Miner : ...It hasn't started yet, but I can't watch...
I-I'll be over there. I need some rest.

Calm Miner : Stop, Rankin's talking.

Rankin : Pretty much everyone's here.

Hawley : (Mutters) ...share...
(Mutters) Pain...

Rankin : I have a few words to say before I execute this man. I'm not trying to defend him, or seek forgiveness from the victims.

Surviving Villager : ......

Rankin : Yes, he deserves to die.
He betrayed kindness and trust. He placed all of us in danger. He harmed the innocent, in direct violation of our original intent, which was simply to survive.
Death may be inevitable on the path we chose, but it should never have happened this way.
Watch. Remember the lesson, and remember that the one about to take the life of this man is the one least qualified to do so.
I am executing him, on the wishes of the victims, and on my own decision.
This will be the last decision I make as leader. No one should bear the burden of killing his own comrade. Therefore...

Hawley : Repent...
Sin.

「The snow has piled up on Hawley's shoulder. He kneels on the ground, as though he did not hear any of what Rankin said, and puts his hands together in front of his chest in a gesture of piety.
He looks up, and exposes his neck to the executioner. 」

Rankin : Yes... I must repent my sins. I shall do the deed.
(Whisper) Do vstrechi, Hawley.

[A slash, and the madman's body falls down to the cold ground. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[The glass shatters. ]

Nikto : Gah!
Damn... I thought I could at least put this mirror together. Now it's gotten even more broken.
Talk about unlucky.

[Some miners approach Rankin. ]

Tired Miner : Can't we at least take Hawley's body, Rankin?

Rankin : No.

Tired Miner : What use do they have for a dead body? Do they want to leave it out in the wilds...

Rankin : We're not in any position to negotiate.
Besides, all of you may come to the same end if you continue to follow me.

Tired Miner : What do you mean?
Who do we follow, if not you? Now's not the time for jokes.

Rankin : It's not a joke. It's a decision.
A decision that I already talked about.

「Rankin turns around. The tired, unkempt crowd immediately gather around him, simply because he is here.
They look towards their leader, blankly waiting for the next instruction. 」

Dazed Miner : Do we keep going south, Rankin?
I don't have any strength left. I just wanted a roof over my head that could keep the snow away, but we don't even have that anymore, do we?
We'll die if we keep going...
We'll die if we stay.

Sad Miner : I couldn't find them, Rankin.
Pavel and Bogina... I never found them, not even their bodies. I'm sorry.
The villagers didn't want me anywhere near them, not even when I put down my pickaxe. They're afraid. You could see it on their faces from a mile away.
I didn't want to threaten them. Let's go, Rankin.
Take us away.

「Rankin scans each face in the crowd, whether they spoke or not. 」

Rankin : ......
I'm sorry, friends.

Sad Miner : Rankin?

Rankin : I can't decide your path going forward.
As I said, it was not Hawley who should have been punished; it was me.
I was the one who drove him to madness and violence. It was my decisions that drove him to desperation.
Before this happened, I didn't even realize that not everyone was ready to look death in the eye.
There's no longer any doubt. I don't have what it takes to be a leader. My last and best act as leader is to relinquish this position...
And give you back the power of choice.

「Silence.
Long silence.
No one answers. Hardly anyone even breathes, not so much a twitch on their faces.
All who hear the decision are silent, until a trembling voice emerges from the end of the procession. 」

Vetochki : You're... abandoning... us?

Rankin : No, Vetochki.

Vetochki : Then, what? What you said... how do we, understand it?

「The crowd parts for the one who asked the question.
Vetochki does not move forward. She stands where she is, her fists clenched so hard that her knuckles have turned white. 」

Vetochki : You say, you won't lead, anymore! After we've come, so far?
Y-You're abandoning, all of us.

Rankin : I'm not! I must do this, before things get worse for everyone.
No more lives must be lost because of my foolish decisions. We didn't escape from the mines, that hellhole, for this.

Vetochki : H-Hellhole? But it's, my home.

Rankin : What do you mean?

Vetochki : The mines, mining district, is my... home.
It was, many people's, homes.

Rankin : Home? I thought you all wanted out, like me.

Vetochki : It's because, of trust. We trust, you—Rankin.
You... you didn't, know?

Rankin : I thought you chose to leave because you've wanted to for a long time.

Vetochki : You killed, the black bugs. You stood up, and said we, should leave, so... we left.
You caught Hawley, killed him, and said, it was wrong, to leave. You said, it is, a choice.
I-I don't understand! What are we, to you?

Rankin : Friends, family... it's complicated and hard to define. But it's exactly because you're important to me that—

Vetochki : This is, the home, of the villagers.
Maybe they can, rebuild the village. What about us? Where do... we go?
You took us, so far. If you don't, lead anymore...
How do, we go—go back?

Rankin : ......

Vetochki : Rankin, tell me...
How do, we live?

Rankin : Vetochki.

Vetochki : No. The way you, call me. You're treating me, like a child. I-I'm not.

Rankin : ......

Vetochki : You're not, talking back.

Rankin : You just proved what I had only guessed.

Vetochki : What?

Rankin : All I've done up to this point was to force my ideas on you. You didn't understand my plan, you didn't understand the meaning behind my actions.
You trusted me, not your own choices. What will you do when I'm not around to lead you?
I appreciate your trust, but this isn't right.
I'm going to tell you what's happening, and then you can make your choice.

「Rankin once again scans each face before him, making sure that he has everyone's undivided attention. 」

Rankin : Our ultimate goal is to reach the Kazimierzian border, and find the village of the Infected. In the process, though, this journey must become a reason for Ursus to recognize us.
But it will put us in grave danger, because it challenges the very foundation of the Empire.
People before us have tried and failed, leaving behind nothing but a symbol and a name, on this snowy, swampy tundra.
What if I told you that following me might mean following in their footsteps? It's not something I would recommend for anyone who wants to live, anyone with a brain.
But I never even gave Hawley a choice. That's why he's dead.
He showed me that I must return the choice to you.

「The crowd does not answer, but there is some faint commotion.
Slowly, the crowd begins to split. Some stand next to Rankin or behind him, others in front of him. 」

Calm Miner : When do we leave, Rankin?

Rankin : Once everyone has made their choice.

「More and more people move towards Rankin, their footsteps like the delayed ringing of the bell, announcing the end of a shift.
One, two, three... one miscount may mean one more soul lost to the mines. 」

Vetochki : Who doesn't, want to live?
Why do we, have to choose?
I-I...

「Vetochki can feel them growing more and more distant.
She subconsciously takes a step forward, trying to hold on to something, but someone grabs her and stops her in her tracks. 」

Raidian : —Vetochki.

Vetochki : S-Serafina?
Y-You're going too? Where were you? I-I don't know, how to...
Th-They're all leaving! Leaving us to, go die!

Raidian : It's alright, it's alright. I was just bandaging up Nikto, he cut himself on some broken mirror shards—
It's not important. I heard the last part of your exchange. You want to live. There's nothing wrong with that. You don't have to make yourself walk a path that you don't agree with, and I'm not going with them.

Vetochki : Y-You won't? You're not, leaving?

Raidian : Yes, me and my team will continue to assist the wounded. Nikto is not leaving either, is he?
...Nikto?

「The split crowd continues to move. Raidian could not see Nikto, so she begins scanning for a specific electrical signal with her Arts. It does not take her long. 」

Raidian : He's in the rear. He won't leave—

[Yet the man in question walks to Rankin's side. ]

Nikto : I'm sorry, Gospozha Serafina.

Vetochki : Nikto—

Nikto : I'm sorry, Vetochki.
I can't go back. You know that I came from Grypherburg. The mines were never my home.
Besides, it's not a sure thing that we'll die. Maybe things won't get so bad with me keeping an eye on the man.
We must make opportunity with our own hands, after all, right?

[He walks away, leaving Vetochki behind. ]

Vetochki : No. No, no, no!
Why... why?
Why must, it be, like this?
Why must we... always...
...part?

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

[The wind blows through the Mining District. ]

Gentle Voice : Go home, Vetochki. Don't catch a cold.
Go to bed, and mom and dad will be back when you wake up again.
Be a good girl who doesn't cry or complain, make your babushka happy... and you'll find a piece of chocolate on your pillow when you wake up!

Indistinct Voice : ...Strike...
Rights... no... response...
...Execution...

<Background 3>

Strange Voice : 'Mama.'
'Papa.'
'Ditya.'
...'Babushka?'

[She sees her 'babushka.' ]

'Babushka' : (Hums)

Anxious Voice : One word! Just one word!
One word, and my soul will be healed!

'Babushka' : (Hums)

Anxious Voice : I... I—
—I beg forgiveness... for the sin...
Of killing your child...

'Babushka' : 'I shall...'

'I shall meditate and share in your pain.'
'For you, for him. May we all repent our sins from the bottom of our hearts.'
'Thy blessings walk, on earth as it is in heaven.'

<Flashback ends here>

[The campfire crackles. ]

Vetochki : ...Babushka?

Baby, baby♪
Close your eyes♪
Someone's outside the window♪
Knocking on the door♪
Baby, baby♪
Hold your breath♪
Someone's putting on a skin♪
Walking in♪
Here it comes♪
Here it comes♪

<Background fades out and in>

Nadia : (Hums)

Vetochki : ...Babushka...

Nadia : (Hums)

Vetochki : Babushka... is someone, outside?

Nadia : No one stops, no one waits.

Vetochki : They're... gone.
They cry, kiss your hand, say they didn't, want to be apart... but they're gone.

Nadia : Everyone has their own path.

Vetochki : Must this be? But, why...

Nadia : You know the reason, suffering soul.

Vetochki : Rankin... never taught me... how to, read that watch.
Second hand, clock...? I can hear, the bell.

Nadia : As always.

Vetochki : Babushka... why is your hand so cold?

Nadia : The fire is hot.

Vetochki : I'm cold... and it hurts...
But it's not... because of, fire.
I don't understand...

Nadia : It's alright. Most people live their entire lives in obliviousness.

Vetochki : Until... they die?

Nadia : Yes, until they die.

Nadia : (Hums)

Vetochki : Babushka... what are you, singing about?

Nadia : Love.

Vetochki : But I... hurt?

Nadia : Because you love.
Love makes people hurt, makes them persevere, makes them docile.
Love makes people strong, makes them wealthy, makes them noble.
You love, and therefore you hurt. I love you, and therefore I share in your pain.

Vetochki : ......

「Vetochki says no more. She closes her eyes and curls up tightly, but no longer dares touch the hand that caresses her cheek as usual.
She had heard these words before, back when she did not need to find support for them amongst broken pieces. Now, though, she is no longer sure.
How can one be more wealthy and noble than kings and nobles if one lives in obliviousness?
How can one be stronger than the stick of authority if one is powerless?
The campfire is very near. It should have brought warmth, but Vetochki feels cold in her limbs, her innards, every part of her body—
Passing through the cold, withered hand. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Nadia : 'I shall meditate and share in your pain.'
'May we all...'
'...repent our sins from the bottom of our hearts.'

「The voice is simply a repetition, an echo.
The echo points towards... doom. 」

Operation story: 16-11

After operation

Summary

Amiya's team arrives at the village after the fire and finds Raidian's team. They discuss what to do with the villagers and the remaining miners. Raidian goes to ask what the miners think, but something abnormal happens, and Mantra investigates.

<Background black>

[The winter winds blow through the land. ]

Eloysius : The tracks end here. Up ahead is...
Hah, I don't think we need to go any further.

Amiya : ......
What...?
What happened here?

[The team walks into what remains of a village. ]

<Background 1>

Far North, Ursus

Eloysius : This village is the closest to where the miners abandoned their vehicles. I thought we might be able to ask around...
Hard to tell if anyone's still alive. The burn marks on the fence look recent.
We're one step too late... again!

Amiya : ......

「Amiya keeps walking, until the quiet ruins are plain in view.
The fire has long gone out. The bare branches in the surrounding woods cannot even hide the twin moons. The ruins are a sickly black in the pale moonlight, a far cry from what she imagined the village would look like.
Amiya feels a brief daze, then worry, as memories of a similar scene flash back into her mind. 」

Amiya : Mantra, we—

Mantra : (Shakes head)

Elysium : I'll take a team and search for survivors.

Amiya : I'll go too.

Elysium : We'll be fine, and we'll be back soon.

Amiya : No, let's go together and split up over there.

<Background fades out and in>

[They survey the area. ]

Elysium : I think I see someone...
Hello! We're a rescue team! We're here to help!

Villager : ...!

[Elysium approaches the villager. ]

Elysium : Do you live in this village? What happened here—

Villager : Govno! Govno!
Again!

Elysium : I did say we were a rescue team, didn't I? Was my Ursine weird?

Amiya : No, he's just... afraid. I can sense it.

Elysium : He must live around this place, though, if he showed up here.
Should we follow him?

Amiya : (Shakes head)
Let's not. We don't want to frighten them.
Who's there?

[A young figure walks out of her hiding spot. ]

Young Infected : Oh!

Amiya : Careful—

Young Infected : I-I'm sorry!
I wasn't, following you, on purpose!
Your clothes, they're like hers, so...

Amiya : Our clothes? Do you mean this symbol?

Young Infected : (Nods)

Amiya : What's the name of this woman you're talking about?

Young Infected : S-Serafina...

Amiya : Raidian's real name.

Elysium : Is this Serafina a short Liberi with four arms?

Young Infected : You... know her?

Amiya : Yes! She's our friend, and we've been looking for her.
What's your name? Can you take us to Serafina?

Young Infected : I'm... Vetochki.

Vetochki : Follow me.

[The winter winds continue to blow through the land. ]

Vetochki : A fire, broke out. The others are, outside the village.
Serafina was, helping us. Without her, we couldn't have, gotten here.

Elysium : You're miners from the Central Mining District?

Vetochki : Yes. You're here, and you say you'll help. Thank goodness...
Now, we can live—

Amiya : ......

Vetochki : Here we are. Just ahead!

[Vetochki opens the door and leads the team into a building. ]

<Background 2>

Haggard Miner : Who's there...?

Vetochki : Dyadya Volya? You still, have a fever... don't sit, at the door!

Haggard Miner : I'm fine. No fever. The wound on my leg doesn't hurt anymore when I tie it up with clothes.
And who are these people?

Vetochki : They know, Serafina...

Amiya : We come from the same pharmaceutical company. We've come to help—

Surprised Voice : Amiya?

[Footsteps ]

Raidian : Amiya... it's really you!
How did you find this place?

Amiya : It's really you...
We finally found you!

「She runs up to her colleague and gives her a big hug.
Perhaps she should not be showing her emotions in front of others like this, but she cannot decline the opportunity to let her guard down.
Nothing beats the joy of reunion, and the comfort in seeing someone whom you have been worried about for a while. 」

Amiya : I wasn't sure when the girl said your name, but now—
I'm so glad.
Is everything alright, Raidian?

Raidian : I'm fine. Sorry for making you worried.
Team Raidian, all nine members accounted for.

Amiya : Thank goodness...

Raidian : How did you find this place? Did someone find the markings I left behind?

[Mantra enters the building. ]

Mantra : A wise course of action.

Raidian : Mantra! I knew you would be with them.

Amiya : The Doctor, Mon3tr, and I came when we lost contact with you.
The Doctor is with a researcher that we found, waiting for her to wake up. We'll meet up once communications are restored.

Raidian : The Doctor is here in Ursus too?

Amiya : I think we all have a lot of questions to ask each other...

<Background fades out and in>

Raidian : ...Rankin left with part of the group after the fire was put out.
The ones here were unwilling or unable to follow, or villagers who lived here to begin with.
I regret not being able to stop the events...

Amiya : So that's what happened...
Is this Rankin linked to Reunion?

Raidian : No... as far as I can tell, he never made direct contact with Reunion. He simply believed there was a Reunion position on the Ursus-Kazimierz border.
I've heard fugitive Infected in the Far North talking about it. Does Rhodes Island have any intel?

Mantra : (Shakes head)

Young Voice : You mean these people have nothing to do with Reunion? They're just flying a banner that they happened to come across?

Raidian : Who might you be?

[A figure wearing army attire approaches Serafina. ]

Eloysius : Eloysius Gorchekova, Sergeant of the Imperial Guard, Vanguard Battalion. You can call me Eloysius.

Raidian : What is the Imperial Guard doing here?

Amiya : Eloysius came to investigate rumors of mutated Infected in the Central Mining District. She helped get into the district.

Eloysius : It's a pleasure to meet you, Gospozha Raidian.
I am happy for your reunion, but time is short and I'll cut straight to the chase.
Were there any mutated Infected in this group of fugitive miners?

Raidian : Mutated?

Eloysius : I'm sure you understand what I mean, as an operator of Rhodes Island.

Raidian : No... at least not the ones who stayed. We did not find any so-called mutated Infected when we examined them.

Eloysius : That's strange... there's certainly something abnormal about these people. If there's nothing out of the normal with the ones who stayed, then we must hurry to catch up with the ones who left.
Did they tell you how they planned to proceed to the border? Or any other clues they left behind?

Raidian : I don't think I'm obliged to report anything to you.

Eloysius : I assure you that my sole purpose here is to discover the truth about the mutated Infected and bring about order.
Deity Grypherburg seeks to protect the interests of the Infected.

Raidian : I'm afraid I'm not convinced.
At the Tashkent Mines, at Chorna Prison... I never saw a single noble who stood up for the interests of the Infected.

Eloysius : Ah... so you're Ursine too? Third Army, I take it?

Raidian : That was a long time ago.

Eloysius : Very well... I accept that you have legitimate reasons for your dim opinion of this nation.
Regardless, I am loyal to the motherland, and what you're trying to avoid lines up with what I'm trying to avoid, to an extent.
The miners who left are headed towards the south. They will inevitably pass through Grypherburg on their way to the Kazimierzian border.
Whether they realize it or not, whatever their actual intentions are, they'll be treated as insurgents attempting to attack the capital, once they are discovered.
Only one end awaits them, in that event.

Raidian : ......

Amiya : I thought you were going to ask a question, not make a threat.

Eloysius : I'm just stating the truth. I would not have to be so solemn if Gospozha Raidian here would be frank and honest with me. I need to know how these miners left, and why they fled.
Hiding the truth won't do you or them any good.

Raidian : I see only a group of Infected who are only trying to survive. No one is in any position to denounce them.

Eloysius : You just won't listen, would you?
Gospozha Amiya, we've traveled together for a while now. Could you perhaps help me persuade our strong-minded Liberi here?

Amiya : There's something even more urgent before that, Eloysius.
The miners and villagers here are in a dangerous situation. They have no supplies and nowhere to go. We can't just abandon them.
We must ensure their safety before talking about the next step.

Eloysius : You don't have to worry about the villagers. I was planning to seek assistance from the Grand Duchess for the rebuilding of their village anyway. Her Imperial Highness has always been generous on such matters.
These miners, though... they're not a problem that a letter will solve.

Amiya : If you cannot offer assistance to them, then Rhodes Island will.

Eloysius : Very well, I'll help you one more time, for the sake of our cooperation.
We take the miners to Grypherburg.

Amiya : What?

Eloysius : Yes. We go to Deity Grypherburg and report to His Imperial Majesty the truth about the Infected mutation in the Central Mining District, turning these miners into witnesses.
This will give Grypherburg a reason to protect them, and intercept rather than eliminate the ones who left, until the investigation into the Grand Duchess has concluded, at least.

Raidian : And after that?

Eloysius : I'll persuade the Chairman to request that His Imperial Majesty grant amnesty to these Infected, then ask Rhodes Island to intervene on the grounds of medical assistance.

Raidian : Or maybe you only need these miners for now, and you'll have no further use of them after you bring the Grand Duchess down.
Otherwise, you have no reason to spare these Infected. I know Ursus. Whatever warmth the Tsar wants to bring to this cold soil... the Infected will never be part of it.

Eloysius : Take that back.

Raidian : I'm just stating the truth.

Eloysius : How dare you—

Amiya : —Maybe that's true for Ursus, but I've seen enough of Eloysius that I'm willing to trust her.

Raidian : Amiya?

Amiya : Sorry, Eloysius. Raidian's simply expressing her concerns. I'm sure we all know how Ursus has historically approached the Infected problem.

Mantra : (Nods)

Eloysius : Very well... thank you for your trust, even if it's only towards me.

「The Guardswoman bows at them exaggeratedly, and casts one last provoking look at Raidian. 」

Raidian : ...I have one final question.
Are you authorized to do this, Sergeant?

Eloysius : Maybe you've been away from Grypherburg too long to know the weight that the name Gorchekova carries there.
On the name of my house—
You don't need to worry about anything else, other than providing medical assistance.

Raidian : ......
...You're telling the truth.

Eloysius : Of course I am.

Amiya : Even if the plan works, we must get the miners to agree first.

Raidian : Yes. I'll go.
I'll explain the situation to them and ask what they think.

<Background fades out and in>

[Raidian finds Vetochki warming herself in front of a bonfire. ]

Raidian : There you are, Vetochki...
There's something that we need to tell everyone. We have a choice: leave here and go to Deity Grypherburg together—

Vetochki : Grypherburg?
Mama said, black locusts, and cherry trees, grow on the streets, of Grypherburg.
The sky, is bright, the fowlbeasts, build nests, they don't, fly away.
...There's spring there. That, Grypherburg?

Raidian : Yes, that Grypherburg. Do you want to go?

Vetochki : Yes! I wanna—
*cough*!

「She is so eager that she lets cold air get into her throat, causing pain from the dryness. 」

Raidian : I know you do. But what about the others?

Vetochki : I've never, left the mines. I...

Raidian : We have to ask the others whether they're like you, if they're willing to trust us and go to Grypherburg.

Vetochki : I-I'll ask. I know, they will!
Before you... came back, Darya said, we can't, get away.
Even if we, wanted too, go back, people outside would, stop us. They'll... burn us, to death.
I'll tell her, it's not, like that.

Raidian : You're right. It's not like that.

Vetochki : Darya! Darya?

Dazed Miner : ......

Vetochki : Darya! We'll go, to Deity Grypherburg! Serafina has, a way!
We'll all, go!
...Darya?

「The girl is sitting straight with her back against the wall. Her eyes are closed, exhaustion upon her young face like shadows.
She still breaths, but she is not doing any more than the minimum required to live. 」

Vetochki : No... we can't... stay here...
Come with me—hang on, I'll carry, you!

Dazed Miner : ......

Vetochki : Darya...!

Raidian : Probably just tired. Let her rest, we'll find others—

「Vetochki looks around, hoping that her friend's silence is just a coincidence. 」

Vetochki : Dyadya Volya...

「She walks over and shakes them one by one, only to find that their backs are all straight and stiff, just like Darya.
Some are kneeling while others are standing, but they are all facing the old woman with bowed heads inside the house, as though they can hear nothing else.
Vetochki looks up, and a word slips from her mouth. 」

Vetochki : ...Babushka?

「Raidian follows Vetochki's fearful gaze.
An ancient voice fills the space in the direction that they are all looking. 」

Nadia : Welcome...
The one who Ursus remembers.

「The figure's face and eyes are concealed by a hood, but somehow, Raidian has a feeling that the figure is not looking at her. 」

Raidian : What did you say?

[The door opens, revealing an impatient Eloysius. ]

Eloysius : Sorry for the interruption, but you're taking too long.

[She then apporaches the huddling masses. ]

Eloysius : Everyone! I have a proposal that can ensure your safety, to the greatest extent possible.

Raidian : Sergeant—

Eloysius : Leave the Far North with us and come to Deity Grypherburg.
The State Council will protect you, as long as you are willing to testify against the Grand Duchess.
His Imperial Majesty must know what happened here. Ursus must know what happened here!
Once everything is settled, Rhodes Island, where this lady you all know came from, will provide further treatment.
Now, anyone willing to come with me—

Raidian : They're not listening.
The electrical signals coming from them...

'Meditate.'

「Suddenly, a strange coldness penetrates Raidian's cerebral cortex, virtually nailing her to the ground.
She is unwilling to offer any further warnings, even if she was just about to do so just a moment ago. 」

Raidian : —!

Eloysius : What...?

「Even the most chaotic electrical signal should have been benign to her, but now she turns it into a knife to keep herself lucid.
Raidian shuts out her sensations with Originium Arts, attempting to break the shapeless restraint. 」

[Raidian falls to the ground. ]

Eloysius : What are you—

Raidian : Argh—
We must—go!
Take—everyone—leave!

[Both of them hastily leave the room. ]

'Mantra... is this the name you go by now?'

<Background 1>

Mantra : ......

Amiya : Mantra, I sense cold and... pain?
A vortex, inviting me to step inside...

Mantra : Amiya, do not look! Do not listen!

Amiya : I—I—
Ahh!

Mantra : Shut out your senses with Arts, Amiya.
Same for you, Elysium. Stay here while I find out what's happening.

Amiya : Mantra!

[Mantra ignores the call, walking to the center of the disturbance. ]

<Background 2>

[Raidian can still feel the chaotic signal... ]

Raidian : Stay back! This is not normal. They can't hear us speak—

[...as she sees Mantra approaching. ]

Mantra : Whatever it is...
It's calling to me.
And I must face it.

「Mantra closes her eyes, and begins to picture the closed space in her mind like a mental blueprint.
She steps into the house. She will find and anchor each active consciousness here, awaken them and make them 'hear'.
At least, that is what should have happened. 」

Mantra : No...
There is only...
Silence?
...?

<Background Black>

「Red.
Piercing red.
Red, like the blood on the snow, encroaching upon the retina.
Then, she opens her eyes. 」

(Hums)
What makes us equal?

Miner : Perseverance.
Faith.
Pain.

No, no, no. It is love.
What needs to be saved?

Miner : The soul?
The soul.
The soul!

Yes, yes, yes. The soul.
It is not our body that needs to be saved, but our souls.
Love and the soul are one and whole. Love makes us endure, makes us believe, makes us persevere.
And we shall meditate and share in the pain of others.
Make love pure, save the soul.
For you, for him, for all who endure pain...
Desire not your own life, decide not your own death.

Miner : I endure.
I believe!
I persevere...
Gosudar-batyushka—

'Gosudar-Yurodstvo!'

Operation story: 16-12

Before operation

Summary

In face of the 'waterfall' of Oka, Mon3tr discovers its true nature. The Doctor realizes that Priestess is offering an invitation to continue the debate. Deep in the mines, a mutated manglerbeast roars.

<Background 1>

Ksenia : Ahead is the tunnel where we first found Oka.
It should have been placed under lockdown soon after... but now, it looks completely abandoned.
The good news is that Originium particle activity has also dropped after work stopped. Infection risk should be minimal as long as you do not touch the deactivated Originium crystals.

Mon3tr : I'm not detecting any other lifeforms. We should be able to get in without a fight.

Doctor : We still don't know what happened here. / The Patrol Units and guards could return any time.
Time is of the essence. / Let's do this quickly.

<Background fades out>

Mon3tr : Are you sure this is the right way, Ksenia?
I don't see anything.

Ksenia : Sorry. I've only been down here once before...
Let me find the emergency power switch.
Here it is.

[The lights turn on. ]

<Background 2>

Ksenia : Ok, looks like this is the right way. All we need to do is to go in the opposite direction from the mine carts.

Mon3tr : Opposite direction? I thought we're going deeper.

Ksenia : It leads to somewhere other than the mine tunnels. I don't know what it's actually for, but the carts only carry goods, not people.

Mon3tr : What about the cart? Can we use it?

[She taps the carts. ]

Ksenia : There are no structural issues, but it's been abandoned for so long that there's only enough emergency power for the lights. I don't think it's a good idea.

Doctor : I agree. / We can walk.

Mon3tr : Mm.
You two, get on the cart.

Ksenia : What?

Doctor : There's no safety belt! / We can walk!

Mon3tr : Get on, Doctor. We can save time that way.

Ksenia : But it won't start—

Mon3tr : I'll take care of it.
Do you need me to lift you up, Doctor?

Doctor : ...I can do it myself!

<Background fades out and in>

Mon3tr : Are you ready?

Ksenia : What are you planning—

[Mon3tr starts pushing the cart down the rails. ]

Ksenia : —Whoa?!

Doctor : We'll be thrown off the cart. / The cart's going to fall apart.

Mon3tr : It'll be fine. Just sit tight.
Here we go!

<Background fades out>

[The cart travels deeper into the tunnel. ]

Ksenia : Thank goodness the tunnels look intact.
But we should have started a fire before coming down... it's a lot wetter than the outside. The difference is almost as great as the Iberian coast compared to inland Ursus.
Of course, there is a dramatic difference in temperature as well... are you alright?

Mon3tr : I'm fine. What about you, Doctor?

Doctor : Every part of my brain feels equally shaken. / You looked like you enjoyed it, Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : I kept the speed steady.

Ksenia : Mon3tr is a very good cart driver. Or cart pusher.

Mon3tr : Sounds like the problem's not on my end.

Doctor : I have a question, Ksenia. / When was Oka first discovered in the mines?

Ksenia : I'm not sure exactly when. The first sample arrived at the lab a month ago.
That was when I learned of the appearance of this heretofore unheard-of substance in the Originium mines.

Doctor : But it's strange...
This substance that appeared in the mines... / What made the lab decide to perform human experiments?

Ksenia : Infected exposed to Oka in this tunnel were subject to unusual mutations.
Their infection readings soared, but their vital signs remained stable, 'healthy' even...

Mon3tr : That sounds familiar.

Ksenia : Have you encountered other patients like this? Have they come into contact with Oka?

Doctor : There may be another possibility. / We're not sure yet...

Ksenia : In any case... the Ursine government wanted to replicate the 'miracle'.
I suppose they wanted a docile labor force that did not fear illness or pain... perhaps even employ them in combat.

Doctor : I'm not surprised the government would react that way... / They haven't realized the potential danger.

Mon3tr : I think we're getting close.
This is as far as the rail goes. We'll have to proceed on foot.

「The three of you move forward in the darkness.
You hear before you see. It is the heavy sound of water. 」

「The three of you look up and slowly open your eyes.
You soon realize that the light in the tunnel is not coming from outside. It is coming from the stationary liquid in front of you on the ground—and the 'waterfall' at the very end.
It glitters like obsidian, refracting light from a crack high above as it falls, making the cave bright as early morning after a shower. 」

<Background 3>

Doctor : ...An obsequent river.

Ksenia : You can tell?
Yes. Like an obsequent river, the Oka cannot flow outwards along the dip, so it can only flow backwards, until it lies 'still' like this.
But it continues to flow in a way, even without external forces acting on it. That's why they named it 'Oka'—river.

Mon3tr : The liquid is everywhere.
It's like a natural karst cave. You can't even tell that it used to be a mine.

Ksenia : Even stranger, Oka itself is almost like water.

Doctor : What do you mean? / How could it be?

Ksenia : Well... in a manner of speaking.
Oka becomes highly stable after it is allowed to stand still for a while. It can even be used as a universal solvent.
Wait! We still shouldn't touch it with bare hands—
Oh...

「Mon3tr bends over and collects some liquid with a test tube. She is not wearing gloves, or any other form of protection.
Her expression grows solemn as she shakes the liquid in the test tube with wet hands. 」

Doctor : Mon3tr?

Ksenia : You should not touch it directly—I have protective equipment. You can tell me if you want a sample, and I'll collect it!

Mon3tr : (Whisper) Doctor... I know what this is.

Ksenia : What?

Doctor : ......

Doctor : Ksenia, the samples... / Can you get some samples from around the waterfall?

Ksenia : Oh, okay.
Wait here. I'll be back soon.
...Be careful.

Mon3tr : This liquid that they call Oka... it's Originium.

Doctor : Originium... / Why does it look that way?

Mon3tr : It's complicated.
Do you remember the 'Transmitter' that Rhine Lab was studying, or the 'Corazonix' that is often mentioned in Iberian alchemy?

Doctor : I do. / Are they related?

Mon3tr : This is their prototype... or perhaps I should say, the original form.

Doctor : What the Transmitter and Corazonix have in common... / They both serve as a kind of medium.

Mon3tr : Yes. A medium that reacts directly with the human body, or to store information.

Doctor : So that's why they are both liquid?

Mon3tr : I think so...
You understand, Doctor, that Originium is both a vehicle for information, and a vehicle for energy.
Both the Transmitter and Corazonix re-record Originium energy through specific means, in order to record different types of information.
The Oka here is the remnant of Originium, after its energy was extracted in an even more effective manner.
So it's really a form of 'universal solvent', and this explains why the Infected who came into contact with Oka became 'mutated'.
Because of its nature as drained Originium, Oka neutralize the Originium activity inside the Infected, while creating perfect conditions for the continued growth of Originium.
It allowed the Infected to retain their vital functions temporarily, but does not change the fact that death would inevitably follow soon.
Meanwhile, all the uninfected individuals injected with Oka died of severe rejection, due to the lack of active Originium in their bodies...

Doctor : Its presence here in such quantities... / It means...

Mon3tr : This is what we feared the most...
The Kolossal Prime Vein is drying up.

Doctor : ...... / ...... / ......

Mon3tr : The rumors we heard, that Ursus is accelerating the extraction of Originium... it's all to hide the exhaustion of the ore vein.
It began here in the northmost parts of Ursus, and it will only accelerate.
Within four months, the Originium deposits in Ursus will drop to thirty percent of previous levels.

Doctor : This is the real reason why the Grand Duchess put the mining district on lockdown. / They can't hide it forever.

「You did not need to ask the question. One gaze exchanged with Mon3tr, and both of you have the same name in mind.
The only one who could have done this— 」

Doctor : Priestess.

Mon3tr : There's no one else.

Doctor : Why would she do this?

Mon3tr : The exhaustion of the ore vein cannot be stopped or reversed.
Ursus will collapse.

Doctor : Not just Ursus.
Exhaustion on such a scale will have ramifications across Terra.
Is this what she's after?

Mon3tr : I have an idea!
Oka is also a relic of the old civilization... a by-product of your experiments.
If she caused the exhaustion of the ore vein, then there might be some useful information left within.
See if you can read it.

Doctor : How would I...?

Mon3tr : Our means are limited. You'll have to insert your hand, like I did when I collected the sample.
Don't worry, it won't harm you.

「Following Mon3tr's instructions, you crouch down and immerse your hands into the liquid Oka.
You wait. 」

Doctor : You do not feel any different.

「You await some kind of change, or response, like the 'miracles' that happened so many times before.
Nothing happened.
The product of a previous civilization seems to reject you, denying your connection to it. 」

Doctor : Could it be that it has already lost its ability to hold information? / Or perhaps, she had no intention of leaving any information to us.

Mon3tr : It's possible.

[Ksenia rushes back. ]

Ksenia : Mon3tr! Doctor!
Come! I found something!
There's a hole behind the waterfall. When I climbed up and stood there—
I heard a sound of an unusual frequency from the cave. It didn't seem natural—no, it definitely isn't natural!
It's like... it's trying to communicate some sort of information through audio waves!

Mon3tr : Huh?

Doctor : Let's check it out.

[A massive waterfall surrounds them. ]

Mon3tr : This is—
This space was hidden behind the waterfall?

Doctor : It's... impressive.

Ksenia : Listen carefully to the sound of the liquid impacting the rocks! Some of the sounds are of a particular frequency, like it's trying to draw attention to itself. It's very different, and you can definitely tell.
I tried to decipher the ones I heard. It took a while to record the various pitches—
There! Did you hear that?

Mon3tr : All I hear is the rain! I can't even hear you speak—
Doctor?

「You close your eyes and allow yourself to be immersed in sound.
Until you identify the sound that is constantly changing in frequency. 」

Doctor : I...
I hear it.

Mon3tr : —Did you say you hear it—

「The sound rushes into your consciousness. Sometimes it is formed from several high frequencies, sometimes it is short and sharp, like a meticulous music score.
You soon realize that it represents some sort of code, or perhaps language.
You try to recall all the languages that you know, categorizing them in your mind, and you soon realize that you are hearing the same word, just in different languages. 」

Ksenia : I've copied it down...
It's just a hunch, but if we decipher it using the standard encoding for communication between nomadic cities...
I think it's referring to the same word, in many different languages. I could identify Ursine and Gaulish from it! I think they both mean—

<Background black>

'Unknown language'
......
'спорить'
'dibattito'
......
'débat'
'biànlùn'
......

「Upon the rocks, the liquid in the mine is communicating the same word at you— 」

<Background white>

「'Debate.'
'Debate.' 」

「Yes, Dr. {nickname}.
If you still believe you made the right choice.
If you still believe in the future you described.
Then refute me with reality, and prove to me...
That thing which you hold so firm...
'Hope.' 」

<Background fades out and in>

Doctor : ...It's an invitation.

Mon3tr : What?

Doctor : I said, it's an invitation.
One that I must accept.

<Background 3>

Mon3tr : (Whisper) You think it's a message from Priestess?

Doctor : Yes. / I know what she means...
We should leave, quickly.

Mon3tr : We'll go back to the lab once Ksenia has gathered her samples.
We must try to contact Amiya...

Doctor : I wonder how Amiya's team is doing. / I hope Amiya has made contact with Raidian.

[Something large trudges through the water. ]

Doctor : Did you hear a sound?

Mon3tr : What sound?

Doctor : Something heavy stepping in water.

Mon3tr : The waterfall is pretty loud.
Are you sure it's not just your ears ringing? Perhaps lingering effects from having to process too much information just now...

[The sound repeats, louder this time. ]

Mon3tr : Wait.
Ksenia? Is that you?

Doctor : It's not Ksenia's footsteps. Not the right weight or rhythm.

Mon3tr : What's... that—

[Loud howl ]

「Frenzied crying, frenetic breathing, thick mucous liquid dripping from the fangs.
Its entire body is covered in a hard layer of dark-red Originium, forcing it to stand on its two hind legs.
You see it raise its front paws—
Not paws. A pair of withered hands, indistinguishable from that of a human. 」

Doctor : An Originium-infected manglerbeast.

Ksenia : I have the samples!
Why are you just standing there?

「The strange manglerbeast, which seems so removed from reality, is right behind her. 」

Doctor : Run, Ksenia!

Mon3tr : Run, Ksenia! Don't look back!
I'll get her. Go to the mine cart, Doctor, and we'll meet you there!
Go!

Ksenia : What—

「The researcher cannot help but look back as she starts running.
She hardly has the time to swallow her scream. 」

Ksenia : Gosudar-batyushka—
What is that thing?!

Operation story: 16-13

Before operation

Summary

Mon3tr ends the mutated manglerbeast's pain. The trio return to the lab. Mantra confirms the presence of the Yurodstvo in the village and its connection to the Royal Guard. She seems to have found a way out of the current situation.

<Background 1>

[The underground is silent, aside from the flowing Oka waterfall. ]

Doctor : ...... / ......

Doctor : Has it...? / Stopped moving?

Ksenia : I think so...
The roaring and the heavy breathing have ceased. Did we kill it?
But it's still standing—

Mon3tr : Don't move! I'll check.

「Mon3tr ascertains that the other two are at a safe distance, and approaches it on her own.
The manglerbeast stands quietly, no sign of the madness that had engulfed it only moments ago, its strange forelimbs hanging still in front of its body. Part of the Originium covering it has been chipped away.
Mon3tr approaches carefully.
She observes the manglerbeast. It was dangerous to begin with, and its mutations make it look strange, almost otherworldly. 」

Mon3tr : The influence of Originium is turning it into a 'human' physiologically...
It must be in a great deal of pain...

[The manglerbeast then twitches. ]

Doctor : Mon3tr, look out! / It's moving again!

Mon3tr : Oh—

「But the manglerbeast does not attack or even move from its spot. It falls toward the ground—
Until its forelimbs touch the ground again with a thud. 」

Mon3tr : ......

Doctor : Now's our chance to leave, Mon3tr. / We should leave and go back to the lab, now.

Mon3tr : No, Doctor.

Doctor : Mon3tr?

[A faint rythmic sound can still be heard from the fallen creature. ]

Mon3tr : It's still breathing!
And it sounds like it's... in pain? I think.
I can't sense another's emotions like Amiya can, and this is just a mutated animal. But...
I know it will die, even if we don't do anything.
The Originium has impaled its throat. Every part of its body is in pain. It would claw out its own mutated organs if it could.
Perhaps this is why it attacked us. It's not in control of itself anymore.

Doctor : Let's end its pain, then.

Mon3tr : Yes.
......
I can do it. I can...
End its pain.

「She walks towards the fallen beast. Standing next to it, she puts her claws against a piece of fur with fewer crystals.
Mon3tr gazes at the manglerbeast with incredible calm in her eyes.
Then, she surgically extinguishes the mutated manglerbeast's last, intermittent breathing. 」

<Background fades out>

Mon3tr : Let's go, Doctor.
Back to the lab.

「Mantra continues to listen.
She knows she cannot trust what she sees, whether it is twisted by intention, or reflecting reality by accident.
And so she listens, until the first word of prayer drops in the crowd like the first snow. 」

Mantra : Yurodstvo...
'Gabrielus.'

I'm listening.

Mantra : Then stop.
Stop—
Stop it all!

I cannot stop what never began.
What you see is only in your mind.

「Mantra stops trying to communicate. She steps forward and tries to steady the trembling red, white and black threads.
As she stretches out her hand— 」

[She hears a sharp noise, as everything around her turns white. ]

Mantra : ...!

Flickering Voice : —Mantra—

<Background 2>

Raidian : Mantra!

Mantra : What?

Raidian : You were completely motionless.
I've never seen you like this... what happened?

Mantra : Did you hear that?

Raidian : Hear what?

「The old woman does not immediately answer.
She looks around and realizes that the remaining miners look different from before. She frowns and glances around herself. 」

Mantra : Where is Eloysius?

Raidian : She heard me and ran outside.

Mantra : So you did tell us to leave.

Raidian : Yes, but I don't remember why... this is strange.

Mantra : Mental Arts.

Raidian : Are you sure? I've received specific training. I would not be defenseless against such attacks.

Mantra : Check for short-term memory interference, Raidian.

Raidian : What sort of interference?

Mantra : Interference that I can create.
One time, I had Mechanist forget that he wanted to ask you about borrowing Dendie and Axie. Not by wiping the memory, but by blocking its formation.

Raidian : I remember... that was the first time you tried to use your Arts like that, I think? We forget when information in our brain is not successfully stored in the memory.

Mantra : Yes. It was your idea. You are far more experienced than I am in the understanding and utilization of human bioelectrical signals.

Raidian : You think someone here uses the same sort of Arts?

Mantra : Unsure. Perhaps I just saw and heard more than you did.

Raidian : What do you mean?

Mantra : The Yurodstvo of Ursus may be here, Raidian.

Raidian : Yurodstvo? Why do you bring that up—
The Yurodstvo is here? But the last Yurodstvo was burned alive in Grypherburg two years ago. Could another be born so soon?

Mantra : I don't know. I'm going to find out.

Raidian : If it's really the Yurodstvo, and it was hidden in the group, without me detecting it... then it's extremely dangerous.
I'll put the others on alert. Be careful.

Mantra : The danger is not physical. Not yet, at least.
I'll seek help if necessary.

Raidian : Don't forget it.

<Background fades out and in>

「Mantra turns around and walks towards the place where the red was, a few moments ago.
The assembled miners either give way to her, or reach out to her. 」

Vetochki : Who are you... looking for?
We're still going, to Grypherburg, right?
We'll l-live...

Mantra : (Nods)

Vetochki : But they look like, they don't want, to leave? I asked Dyadya Volya. He doesn't want, to leave.
He'd rather, his wounds rot, than to run.
But isn't surviving, the most important thing?

Mantra : ......

Vetochki : You're not, talking...

Tired Miner : Stranger.
Are you going to see Nadia? Then go on your knees, and raise your eyes to her.
See her, repent, and be forgiven. Then you will realize how foolish you were, for struggling and failing to find peace.

「Mantra neither assents nor dissents. She does not speak to them with Arts. She simply nods and passes them by, staring straight into the deepest reaches of the room. 」

Tired Miner : You will understand... when you are in her presence.

「A hunched, tiny grey-white figure sits at the end of the room like a statue. 」

<Background 3>

Eloysius : —Yurodstvo?!
Impossible. It's impossible! The Yurodstvo is dead!
The Tsar granted the madman the mercy of defending himself before his sentence was pronounced.
Seven days! He engaged in sophistry for seven days without stopping, without eating or drinking.
He had the audacity to stand in the middle of the State Council, telling everyone who came to listen—
'I forgive you.'
His Imperial Majesty finally had enough and sentenced him to death, personally, but brainwashed believers attempted to raid the execution, resulting in the biggest riot in Grypherburg in a decade.

Raidian : We know all that.

Eloysius : ......

Raidian : If Mantra said it was the Yurodstvo, she must have had the evidence to make the deduction.
All we need to do is protect ourselves and wait to hear from her.

<Background 2>

Mantra : ......

「Mantra does not kneel as the miners instructed.
She steps into the shadow, facing forward, as though there are a pair of eyes looking backwards in front of her. 」

Mantra : I know you can 'hear'.

I hear your questions.

Mantra : I hope you're more than just a pale imitation of my Arts and my way of speaking, Yurodstvo.

Nadia : 'Yurodstvo'... if that is the name you need me to have.

Mantra : Explain.

Nadia : Gabrielus, Solomida, Bessmert, Aurora, Nadia... or, perhaps, Yurodstvo.
I am all of them.

Mantra : Why did you hide amongst these suffering people?

Nadia : Because it is a journey of proselytization.
I shall walk this vast land and redeem the people from their sufferings.
And because I saw and heard her.
I stayed because of her pain.

Mantra : Who is she?

Nadia : A suffering soul.

Mantra : You deceived her and made her call you 'Nadia'?

Nadia : I never deceived.

Mantra : You lie.

Nadia : She asked as you did. I answered as I do.
That was all.

Mantra : A meaningless response. What are you?

Nadia : You saw me.

Mantra : I see shadow without order.

Nadia : Yes, I am.

Mantra : But not in the eyes of others.
Explain.

Nadia : People see in me the reflection of their perception and expectation.
I thought, of all the souls, you alone would understand why I exist so.
After all...
You are the unfinished sculpture. You were once to become—
'Me.'

「Mantra keeps her eyes fixed on the strange apparition in front of her, but she is unsure whether she can identify any useful information from it. 」

Mantra : ......

Nadia : A long time ago, you cut away a black piece of rotten flesh.
So did I. It pursued me, and I repelled it, like cutting off a piece of rotten flesh between breaths.

Mantra : An absurd analogy.

Nadia : No, a simple principle.
If it is rotten and no longer connected to the rest of your body...
Why keep it?

<Background fades out and in>

<Flashback starts here>

Mantra : This is...

<Background fades out and in>

Mantra : Your memory?

<Background fades out and in>

<Background fades out and in>

<Background fades out>

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Mantra : But it is mine—
No. The Royal Guard... if you can influence a Royal Guard, you can influence the miners.

Nadia : You killed it. You became me.

Mantra : If this is the only thing we share in common...
The body, and rotten flesh. Your relationship to the Royal Guard—the Yurodstvo was the source of the Royal Guard experiments.

「No sound comes from the trembling shadows, neither affirmation nor denial.
Mantra begins to back off and leaves the shadow's edge. 」

Mantra : ...I need support, Raidian.

Raidian : I'm here.

Mantra : The conjecture is confirmed.
Also, additional information...
The Yurodstvo hid amongst the miners and helped them kill the Royal Guard.

Raidian : ...I see.
What do you need us to do?

Mantra : I need you to continue to contact other Rhodes Island assets in Ursus, and ask Amiya to delay Eloysius.
We can't leave yet, at least not until I find a way to rouse the miners.
Have Elysium standby inside the range of my Arts. I may need his assistance.

Raidian : What's your plan?

Mantra : Remove the influence that the Yurodstvo has on the miners.

Raidian : You think the Yurodstvo is controlling the miners and causing them to refuse to leave?

Mantra : Yes.
We cannot kill the Yurodstvo directly, but it can kill anyone here, anytime it chooses to.

Raidian : Maybe Amiya can help.

Mantra : Maybe. But Amiya does not understand the Yurodstvo, and I do not want to her to become involved without any understanding.
The Yurodstvo's powers are similar to mine. This is why I am the only one who can make this decision.
It relies on the cognition of others to establish itself. I must find the key to its establishment of the 'Nadia' identity, in order to remove its influence.

Raidian : You have someone you suspect.

Mantra : ...Yes.

「Mantra casts her gaze at the surrounding miners, and eventually upon the girl who walks past her to the Yurodstvo.
She mutters in a daze, in bewilderment and sorrow. 」

Mantra : I just need time to confirm.

<Background fades out>

EG-7: Incoming Mail

<Background 1>

Barren Farmlands, Ursus-Kazimierz Border

Happy Peasant Woman : Oh... Another sunny day. I don't seem to remember any winters ever being so warm.
How wonderful... As long as the wheat we're planting survives the winter and we don't hit a Catastrophe, we'll be self-sufficient next year!

Worried Old Woman : It's a little too early to celebrate, after all I've been through...

Happy Peasant Woman : Come on, have a little optimism, Babushka! There was a time we thought we'd have nowhere to go, that we'd just die in the barrens! But now, we have our own farm, a house, and hot porridge—
Huh? Who's over there...?
It's Miss Talulah! And Nine!

[The woman greets the pair that has been working the field. ]

Talulah : ......

Happy Peasant Woman : Miss Talulah, do you come here to help pulling weeds?

Nine : Talulah, she's talking to you.

Talulah : Oh—
Yes, that's right. Am I doing it wrong?
I saw everyone doing it this way, and the weeds here have grown pretty tall. So tall you can't see the wheat.

Happy Peasant Woman : No, no, you're doing it right. Pulling the weeds out will help make sure the wheat gets enough nutrients to survive the winter—
You're such a quick learner!

Nine : Pff.

Talulah : ......

Happy Peasant Woman : You've already pulled so many, and you haven't hurt a single wheat bud! Looks like you don't need my help anymore.

Talulah : You taught us well. How's Iakov, by the way?

Happy Peasant Woman : The new medicine he's been taking is very effective, thanks to you! He used to writhe in pain until he fell out of bed at night, but no more.

Talulah : Be sure to take care of yourself, too.

Happy Peasant Woman : I know. Honestly, this is already much better than what I was expecting, getting to keep him by my side.
Thank you, both of you, and bless the Reunion Movement!

Talulah : ...No need to thank me.

[The woman leaves the pair. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Nine : It's been two years, and you still feel uneasy when people show you their gratitude.
I thought you'd have gotten used to it long ago.

Talulah : Well, I'm not the one they should be thanking.

Nine : Sure enough. They are united under Reunion's banner, but they should actually be thanking themselves.
Not everyone has the courage and ability to rebuild their lives from the rubble.

Talulah : I hope they'll realize that.

Nine : And you might want to realize how obvious it is when your mind is drifting away.

Talulah : I was just wondering... when is Hui-chieh going to come back again?

Nine : Don't tell me you're worried about her.

Talulah : Every time she's here, she brings back news.
Catastrophe Messengers avoid this disputed area, and normal ones won't so much as pass through. The information network we've spent two years building up is still far from comprehensive.
I'm waiting... waiting for Hui-chieh to bring something more real.

Nine : What kind of news do you want to hear?

Talulah : Anything... I want to know what's actually happening in Ursus right now.

Nine : You don't believe what we saw in the west.

Talulah : What, you do?
The upper class gave a little handout out of kindness, and that was enough to quell the anger for the most part, and enough to make those beset by injustice forget to think and resist.

Nine : At the very least, we certainly did not receive any requests for help from the mining districts, whether from the west or even farther away.

Talulah : Perhaps they just don't know of our existence, or they can't reach us.
Besides, we still have yet to build a truly stable stronghold here.

Nine : But the people here haven't lost hope in us because of it.

Talulah : But they should, Nine.

「Talulah looks back in the direction where the sun is hanging high in the sky.
She stares into its light, until her eyes start to hurt. 」

[The wheat rustles under the gentle wind. ]

Talulah : Even if our village is almost self-sufficient right now, an unforeseen Catastrophe could easily wipe everything out in one fell swoop.
The first couple months saw that happen again and again, and it took much trial-and-error for us to make it here.
But these peaceful days won't last long. I once believed that after our long journey, we'd have more companions leave us than remain. I never would've thought our group would grow larger.
And it's not because we ran into more oppressed people. It's because those who chose us haven't lost faith in us, even if they ought to have.
All we've done is show them a bit of kindness, and most of them chose to give unconditional trust in return.
Even after they've felt the pain of survival time and again, their barren lands can still yield these emotions more precious than gold?
I can't... After all that, I can't even imagine.

Nine : ......

Talulah : Which is why I started to think... What if it's just how everything is supposed to unfold? This is the truth that these humblest people believe.
They fall down, then get back up. They fail, and they start over.

Nine : What's your point?

Talulah : We will fail again, Nine, but I think we don't have to fear this anymore.

<Background 1>

Nine : Well, you're wrong. I've never been afraid of it.

Talulah : But those who walked with us have felt that fear. After all, not everyone has such a grand outlook as you. Many of them just hope to see the next sunrise.

[Another person approaches the talking pair. ]

Infected Fighter : Nine, the new suppressant pipeline's finished. Should we put it to use right away?

Nine : Valiya.

Infected Fighter : Yeah?

Nine : If I were to tell you we're abandoning this place and heading to Deity Grypherburg, what would you do?

Infected Fighter : Hah! Of course I'm coming with you. Why?

Nine : What about the others?

Infected Fighter : Them too. We knew all along that Reunion wasn't going to stop here.

Nine : ......

Infected Fighter : But I don't think all of us should go. Everyone's been doing different things here for a while. Those of us who can fight should go with you, but the rest can still stay here.

Talulah : You're right.

Infected Fighter : Hmph...

Talulah : Nine, it's just as he said... I think perhaps we're ready now—
We're ready to face the hideous truth hiding behind all that's bright and colorful. After they've long taken root and proliferated, they can't all be pulled at once...
In such a case, we can only keep pulling away. A second time, and a third time... for as long as we live, until someone finally succeeds.
Now that we know who we must bring together, the time may have come to break these shackles, and we should do it without hesitation.
Uniting all those who can unite, and breaking all chains that should never have chained us...
We need only a single opportunity.

[The wind starts blowing harder, as another figure hastily approaches. ]

Red : Talulah. Nine.
It's urgent.

Nine : What is it, Red? It's not like you to look so nervous.

Red : I ran into a group of refugees near the village. They said they're miners who escaped the Far North, and they're here cause they've heard tell of Reunion.
I checked them over. They're unarmed, and they're all Infected. I had them wait at the sentry post. We need you to decide what to do.

Talulah : From the Far North? We haven't heard much from there. What do you mean, they 'escaped?'

Red : Yeah, not much intel ever leaks out of there.
As for what happened... maybe it's better you hear it from them.

[They walk to the sentry post. ]

Worried Miner : Thanks... Thanks for taking us in, kind lady, mister... Are you the Reunion Movement we heard about?
I never would've thought... what Rankin told us was true... My goodness...

Talulah : Slow down. We are Reunion, and we will do what we can to help all our suffering comrades.
Could you please tell us what you've been through?

Worried Miner : We...

<Background fades out and in>

Worried Miner : There was a massacre in the Far North...

Operation story: 16-14

Before operation

Summary

Rankin takes the miners who left the village with him and enter a mine in an attempt to circumvent a nearby outpost. There is no way out, but he finds many who have suffered and endured just like they have, who are willing to join the struggle.

<Background 1>

「Cold night, long night.
The bare earth is covered in frost. Upon it are haphazard footsteps, stretching into the distance where the sun fades beneath the horizon.
Scattered black dots are moving slow, at the place where the earth meets the night sky. 」

Rankin : Lake Neva... is frozen.

Nikto : This year is bloody cold. It's not even winter yet... what are you laughing about?

Rankin : I remember that in the winter of 31, Igor Velikiy defeated the army defending Grypherburg on Lake Neva, spelling the end of the Hippogryph Kingdom.

Nikto : And what about it? You want to lead us in an assault on Deity Grypherburg?

Rankin : No. Not yet, at least.

Nikto : Hmph... it's another story that I'm thinking of.
Around the year 150, a famous playwright wrote a play about Igor Velikiy before he entered Grypherburg.
His intention was to celebrate the friendship between Igor and the Hippogryph noble Mikhail, who were comrades in the revolution overthrowing the Hippogryph Kingdom.
But it was lambasted throughout Ursus because it mentioned a 'compromise' between Igor and certain Hippogryph nobles, whereby Igor gave up some power in exchange for their support.
The Ursus refused to accept it. They considered it a slander against Igor Velikiy.
The playwright paid the price for a story that he claimed to be true to history.
It was only many years after his death, when the original agreement between Igor and the Hippogryph nobles was discovered, that people learned he had been telling the truth.

Rankin : A fine story.
Are you trying to tell me that the legend that I worship is just a figment of human imagination?

Nikto : I'm trying to tell you that even Igor knew the importance of flexibility.
We should stop here, Rankin.
Grypherburg is in the way, and its defenses are on a completely different level from the Far North.
What if they find us? It won't be the Patrol Units waiting for us, but the Armies of Ursus.

Rankin : Winter will find us in the wilderness if we continue to take detours and fail to reach the border in time.
I would much rather deal with a patrol or two, than Ursine winter.

Nikto : Do we really have to go to the Kazimierzian border, though? Find your legendary Reunion?
You know how far it is, never mind the enemies that we might encounter on the way. Look at our people, our food, even our clothes. Do we have enough to make it?
Let's say we actually make it to the border. What if it's not an Infected village that awaits us there, but another mine? What do we do then?

Rankin : What other way is there? Where can we go?

Nikto : There must be a way...
I know! We can go east! Nikolsk. It's an old city, almost abandoned now, and there are even fewer people in the surrounding villages.
We could go there, split up and hide in the villages... that's the only way for us to survive.

Rankin : And live like slaves for the rest of our lives?
I gave you a choice, Nikto. I gave everyone a choice.
I thought everyone chose to come with me to live like men.

Nikto : But you shouldn't wager everyone's lives on a castle in the sky—

[A scout returns. ]

Miner Scout : I took a good look, Rankin.
There's the outpost ahead is manned. The searchlights are on... it hasn't been abandoned.
If we can't get through this way, do we have to...?

Nikto : You hear that, Rankin?

Rankin : Searchlights... how many searchlights did you see?

Miner Scout : I... I don't really remember. Two... maybe three?

Rankin : Think! How many exactly?

Miner Scout : Two! Yes, I remember now. There were only lights on the east and west sides. It's two lights!

Rankin : Two lights... so a garrison of a hundred or so. Maybe...

Nikto : Rankin!

Rankin : ......

Nikto : Look behind you, Rankin... this is all the people we have...
This is not a revolutionary army. They just want to live.
Are you going to send them into the mines from which there is no return, like the mine owners did?

「Rankin looks at the crowd behind him and sees their expressions under the lamplight.
Pain, fatigue, helplessness, fear...
Perhaps Nikto is right. Their clothes are too thin and they cannot take it. But he feels no cold, for some reason. 」

Rankin : No...
I won't throw away any lives. Even if sacrifice may be inevitable, I won't allow anyone to die without meaning.
We can't go back to a life of slavery...
Follow me. There's another way.

<Background 2>

[Rankin leads the group into an underground tunnel and turns on his lantern. ]

Nikto : There's such a long mine tunnel underground?
What's going on, Rankin? How did you know where the mine tunnel was here?

Rankin : Someone had an idea a few years back.
There are more than a thousand mines in the Far North, each with hundreds of workers, yet they are all disconnected from each other. What if we changed that?
We could connect the tunnels—no one knows the underground better than we do. We could weave a web beneath the frozen soil and link everyone, sharing information and helping each other in the hour of need.

Nikto : Have you been preparing all these years? Were you planning for this day?

Rankin : I'm no prophet. I simply began with a very basic idea—we should unite and help each other.
At the beginning, my influence extended only to a dozen mines in the area. I was powerless beyond that.
Later, I heard that other people were doing the same things in other places... it's a pleasant surprise to find that this tunnel looks relatively safe.

Nikto : Where does it lead?

Rankin : The Volgrad Mining District, southeast of Grypherburg, in the southernmost part of Ursus. If we can reach it through the tunnels, we'll be able to circumvent the capital's defenses.

Nikto : ......
But you better pray there's no army on our tail, or it'll be an easy opportunity to wipe us out all at once.

Rankin : No such thing as a path without risk.
Wait... I smell alcohol.

Nikto : Impossible. How could there be—

Rankin : Get down!

[An arrow flies past. ]

<Background fades out>

「A flash of cold light lunges out from the darkness, breaking the only lit lamp. 」

Nikto : What the—

Rankin : Get down! Don't move, and don't fire back!

Voice From the Tunnel : Blyat! They found us!
Call for help!

Rankin : ...?
Wait! Stop! We're friends!

「Rankin stands at shouts at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the deepest reaches of the cavern. 」

<Background fades in>

[Footsteps approach ]

Anxious Miner : You...
You're not the Patrol Units?

Rankin : That's what we were about to ask... I suppose the answer is no.

Anxious Miner : Thank goodness! I thought they found our position.
Where did you come from?

Rankin : The Central Mining District.

Anxious Miner : Central? I didn't know there were any survivors there!
We heard the guards started a massacre. We thought there wasn't anybody left alive.

Rankin : I can see why there would be such rumors...
But they're not true. We're still alive. We defeated the Patrol Units and escaped. We haven't given up on our struggle.

Anxious Miner : That's the best news I've heard in a while!

Nikto : One moment.
We're trying to get to the Volgrad Mining District, in the south, through these tunnels. Can we—

Anxious Miner : The south? It's no good. The tunnel leading to the south has collapsed. That's why we've been stuck here.

Nikto : I see...
Again, Rankin! Again! Why is every path a dead end?

Rankin : ......

Anxious Miner : Wait... Rankin? THE Rankin?

Rankin : My name's Rankin. I don't know anything about 'The' Rankin.

Excited Miner : It's really you! Rankin from Central! You're real—you're alive!

Rankin : I see my name has taken flight on its own...

Excited Miner : We can talk about that later! Let me take you to the living area.
You folks look like you're in real bad shape. We have some food and water, not a lot, but we can spare some.

Rankin : Living area? Are there a lot of you living here?

Excited Miner : Yes...
A lot.

<Background 2>

「They follow the lone light of the lamp and walk into the tunnel. Gradually, they begin to see the light at the end, and hear the faint sound of talking.
They go around a corner to see a large number of people—there must be hundreds of them—living in a tiny space.
Some are wearing miner's outfits, others simple cotton clothes. There are elderly, and there are children... with simple living tools around them.
This is where they live. 」

Rankin : You...

Worried Miner : What's going on? Didn't you guys go on patrol? Why did you bring so many people back? Who are they?

Excited Miner : Friends! Let me introduce this man here—Rankin!
Rankin! He's Rankin!

Curious Miner : I've heard the name before! You were the one who had the idea of linking all the mining districts!

Hunched Old Man : You're not as tall as the stories say, but I guess you're tall enough...

Young Child : Did you fight the Kazimierzians? Do the Firewatch really exist?

「......
They rush forward to see the figure of legend. There is reverence, there is joy, and there is a little bit of disappointment in seeing the real man behind the myth, but all culminate in an excited call for his name.
Rankin, Rankin. 」

Excited Miner : Alright, that's enough. Our friends have run into some trouble and they need rest.
Get some bread from the storage room, Zoya. The big loaves.

Rankin : ...Why are you living here?

Excited Miner : That's a long story...
The Neva Dam burst three years ago, flooding the nearby mines. The overseer refused to let us come out from underground, fearing that we might flee to a nearby city.
The mine eventually collapsed, splitting it in half. Half of us were drowned. We were the lucky half.

Rankin : ......

Excited Miner : We thought all we could do was wait for death, until we found a passage below that led to another mine.
We got some food from there, but we didn't dare go above ground, so we stayed underground...

Rankin : And you've been living here? How?

Excited Miner : We helped deliver cargo for other mines. Some kind-hearted people shared food with us. Sometimes we stole from the Patrol Units... just like musbeasts, eh.
We continued to expand the passages, to the Ural in the east and Kras in the west, linking up a lot of mines and districts.
We've taken in refugees who fled the other mines. We've got maybe a thousand people who are somewhat fit to move.

Rankin : There are children here...

Worried Mother : Yes... she's two years-old, and she's never seen the sun...

Calm Miner : Blyat!

Excited Miner : No matter what, we're still alive! All thanks to you, Rankin!
We'd have been long dead if you didn't come up with your idea!

Rankin : No... I did nothing. Don't thank me. You found your path of life on your own.
But it shouldn't have been like this. This shouldn't have been your life.

Excited Miner : But... what could we do, Rankin?
Of course we don't want to live in this hole forever, but where else can we go?

Rankin : ......
...Come with me.

Excited Miner : Where to?

Rankin : South.
To the Kazimierzian border. We'll find the village that belongs to the Infected, land that we can live on.
We'll go together.

Nikto : Calm down, Rankin.
Did you forget about the Lake Neva Outpost? Did you think you could sneak past them with so many people?

Rankin : Then we'll take it by force.

Nikto : You're out of your mind—

Rankin : I know what I'm talking about, Nikto!
I'm confident.
The Lake Neva Outpost will have at most a hundred men, and no heavy weapons.
Three hundred. Give me three hundred pair of hands that can hold a crossbow and a hoe, and we'll take the Lake Neva Outpost before they have a chance to send a distress signal.
By the time the regular supply delivery arrives weeks later, we'll be long gone, on the vast Barton Plains!
We'll only be one step away from the goal. Nothing can stop us.

Nikto : No... you've gone mad.
I don't understand... why do you always force yourself into the riskiest option? Why do you—

「Rankin ignores his objections and extends his hand to the crowd. 」

Excited Miner : I see your vision, Rankin, and I'm willing to go with you to take the outpost.
But I can't make the others follow you. They'll have decide their own fates.

「The miner shakes Rankin's hand and goes to stand behind him. 」

Excited Miner : All who are willing to go with Rankin to take the outpost, come forward.

「Feet shuffle in the crowd, and several youths take their place behind Rankin.
Others remain hesitant, or find their own family hanging onto their shirts. 」

Calm Miner : Whatever the others say, I'm with you, Rankin.
I don't know what that place for the Infected on the Kazimierzian border is like, but it can't be worse than here.
We trust you because you're Rankin. You're the hero that united us. No matter what end awaits us—

「Rankin halts those words by raising a hand. He looks down, takes a deep breath, then looks up again at the crowd, his eyes resolute. 」

Rankin : Have you ever seen spring in Ursus?

「Silence. 」

Rankin : I have, when I was a soldier with the border guard.
When the snow melts, green grass grows from the soil again, and the migratory fowlbeasts come back.
Sometimes, the sun is out all day, so bright it almost drives you mad, and you can only sleep by pulling your blanket over your head.
The sun, the grass, the fowlbeasts, the wind... none of those exist in the minds.
But it's not because we don't deserve it!
It's not too much to ask. These are things that you and I, your children, all of us, deserve as human beings!

[Crowd mumbling ]

「Rankin's words echo in the dark mine, and in the hearts of all who are listening. 」

Rankin : It will be dangerous. I won't lie to you, nor will I force anyone to join us.
But sacrifices are a part of any struggle. There will always be those who fall by the wayside, or leave of their own accord.
Whether they fell or left on their own, whether they were brave or timid, remember those who are around you, and remember that you once stood together and shared the same pain.
We will always be comrades.
Some may fall tonight, and some may live. Those who live will pave the path to tomorrow for the rest.
We shall raise a torch upon the outpost to remember the fallen, that survivors may remember, and the oppressor will see.
Before we leave, I want to tell you how I feel.
I hope you will join me and contribute your strength.
Only by taking this step can we go back to the surface, bathe in the sunlight, and become human again!

「Rankin's chest rises and falls. He feels hot blood flow through his veins, and his strength return to him, and he raises his arms as he speaks.
More and more people come over to him, as they did when he first made his rallying cry in the mine shafts of the Central Mining District. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Rankin : Brothers, sisters, remember the inhuman lives that we once led.
We were herded into the mines like beckbeasts, using our lives to dig for Originium to warm the bed of others. This is not the law; it is murder.
Yes, murder. They tried to shut our mouths, keep us captive until we die, stop us from thinking and make us numb, until we are no different from animals.
But we did not forget how to struggle. Deep underground, we connected the mines, and broke through our prison of death.
But that's not enough. We can't just keep running away. We must face our foe head-on.
Someone might ask, 'What do we do, Rankin?'
It's difficult, but it is also easy. The first thing to do is take the first step.
Tonight's battle will be the first step. More people will learn who we are, and all those who are oppressed like we are will know that they're not alone!
Do not fear. There's no need to fear. Those who are high above are not strong. We are strong!
We have nothing to lose except our lives... if they won't give us our right, then we'll fight for it with our lives!
Ask me. Ask me, 'What do we do?' 'What will become of us?'
History has shown us time and again that it doesn't forgive oppressors. If punishment has not yet come, it's only because it still needs time, and anger that will set everything on fire.
Igor Velikiy ripped the wings off the high-and-mighty Hippogryphs. If his descendants are doing the same things the Hippogryphs once did, then we will drag them down from their thrones!
Our weapons will once again force Deity Grypherburg's golden gates open. Our pickaxes will dig a hole in this land, and tear its ugly, greedy face to pieces!

<Background fades out>

Rankin : All of Ursus will see us, fear us, recognize us.
Then, we will have a bright future.

Operation story: 16-15

Before operation

Summary

The Fourth Army sends a herald, requesting the Grand Duchess's silence while they suppress the 'rebellion'. The Doctor's team uses the lab's emergency communications equipment to send a message to the others.

<Background 1>

[Fireplace crackling ]

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : You know...
I rather like Bresk this time of year.
The sun no longer rises and falls, there is no distinction between day and night... and there is no need to pretend that anything is under the light anymore.

Solemn Ursine Officer : The Marshal calls it 'The Autumn of Troubles'.
Time is of the essence, Your Imperial Highness. The situation grows more tense as we speak, as I enjoy your hospitality and your tea.
The Marshal awaits your reply.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : I see even Marshal Evgeny is flustered. It seems there is truly great trouble in Ursus.

Solemn Ursine Officer : You are correct.
The mellow response from Deity Grypherburg is unacceptable—The Marshal is not the only one who thinks so.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : I expect he has realized how wisely his father acted in that insurrection. The Fourth Army could have had a worse outcome than being sent to the border.
So, has young Evgeny made up his mind to be at the forefront?

Solemn Ursine Officer : The Marshal is simply performing the duty of a soldier of Ursus, to protect her by standing where the danger is the greatest.
Our only problem lies with you, your Imperial Highness.
The Marshal needs to know that you are willing to continue to cooperate.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : Is this his notice to me?

Solemn Ursine Officer : A request made of a friend.
The Marshal values your friendship and trusts your wisdom. He believes that, even at a time like this, the interests of Bresk and the Fourth Army are closely aligned.
Besides, he is not asking you to do anything other than give the nod.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : He seems to think it is an easy thing.
Does he think the Tsar a fool? Does he think Chairman Witte an idiot?
There is no middle ground... just as the sun cannot coexist with the night.

Solemn Ursine Officer : The Marshal understands your situation. He is happy to share in your burden.
In any case, there is considerable room for interpretation for the fall of an Emperor's Blade. The Marshal is glad to make the interpretation for you.
'The Fourth Army assisted Bresk in suppressing a rebellion in Far North.' As long as you are willing to cooperate, that will be the only sentence on the Fourth Army's report to Grypherburg.
You do not even need to nod. The Marshal will accept silence.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : No, that's not it... if the Marshal truly understands me, he should know that it was never Deity Grypherburg's inquiry I was concerned about...
The people who live upon my land, the people of Ursus... they are my only concern.

Solemn Ursine Officer : The Marshal understands your benevolence and vows that no one shall cross the line you have drawn.

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : Young, impatient Evgeny... I would not wish to see my dear friend put himself in danger.
Even if I do keep silent as he wishes, it would simply be one fewer pebble in his path. How does he intend to handle the mighty boulders?

Solemn Ursine Officer : That is not something you need concern yourself with. Be it boulders or anything else, the Marshal is confident he will overcome all foes that stand in the way of Ursine glory.
Do I take it that I have your response?

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : ......

Solemn Ursine Officer : Field Marshal Evgeny sends his regards.
For the glory of Ursus.

[The officer leaves. ]

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : ......
For the glory of Ursus...

{{sc|2|mode=background}

[The Doctor, Mon3tr, and Ksenia exit the mines.} ]

Mon3tr : Are you alright, Ksenia? I can carry both of you, if necessary!

Ksenia : N-No, I'm fine...
I just don't understand... why do we have to be in such a hurry?

Doctor : I have a theory...
If the government has already learned about the ore vein incident... / There is only one explanation for the widespread silence in Far North—
Ursus will not allow news of the vein exhaustion to get out.

Ksenia : ......

Mon3tr : Look at the sky, Doctor!
Was it like this when we came in?

Ksenia : No... Am I seeing things?
Why that color... again?

<Background 3>

「Conspicuously red, the color of warning. You do not even need to look up to see it.
It begins to cover the gray skies, and everything below them. 」

Doctor : ...The army. / The warning light of the Ursine armies.
They're here.

Ksenia : Why...?
Why would the army come to Far North at a time like this? They shouldn't be here!

Mon3tr : Doctor. High-energy Originium reaction on a large scale, five kilometers to the northwest. Someone is approaching, fast.

Doctor : We need to get back to the lab, now. / We need to let Amiya know at once.

Mon3tr : Are you alright, Ksenia? We're speeding up!

Ksenia : Yes, the lab...
We need to get back to the lab.

<Background 4>

[They quickly run up the stairs. ]

Ksenia : This way!
The emergency communications equipment is on the top-floor observation deck. The key is in the director's office—
Follow me!

Mon3tr : (Whisper) Those footsteps didn't come from any of us.
(Whisper) Is there someone else here?

Doctor : There aren't many of them.
We don't have time. / We need to reach Amiya ASAP.

<Background 5>

Ksenia : Sorry, there's no emergency lighting here. I've lit a candle.
Yes, here's the communications equipment... I've never used it. Not sure how long its range is.

Mon3tr : It's an Ursine military communicator.

Doctor : You've seen one before?

Mon3tr : Raidian has something similar. She helped the Ursine army's research into such equipment years ago. Looks like they've put it into production already.
If it's what I think it is, then it's a form of high-performance, large-area broadcasting equipment.
It's equipped with a high-powered Arts unit, roughly the equivalent of a hundred standard military communicators.
It was designed to broadcast urgent messages to military facilities in a large area. Experts at perceptive Arts, such as Raidian, are also able to receive such messages.

Doctor : Isn't that a good thing? / Why do you look so anxious?

Mon3tr : We can't specify the frequency to use.
If we use this device to send a message, the nearby Ursine army will receive it too, immediately revealing our position.
Doctor...

Doctor : ...Send the message. / Send the message, then move at once.

Mon3tr : Got it.
Tell me what message you want to send, and I'll operate it.

Doctor : The Ursine ore veins are near exhausted.

Mon3tr : Recorded. What's next?
Look out!

[Boom! ]

Ksenia : Whoa—!
Wh-Why are they attacking the lab?

Doctor : At least one army is intervening in the Far North.
They're trying to enforce a blackout—

[More explosions rock the building. ]

Mon3tr : Message recorded!
Sending—

Doctor : Let's get out of here! Now!

Mon3tr : Doctor, Ksenia, grab on to me tightly.
We will—

[More explosions blast the building, causing the ceiling to collapse. ]

??? : Hello... hello—!
Damn. Did we make it in time?
You were pretty tough when you came for me, monster. Don't die here!
Do you hear me? Do you hear—
...Doctor?

Operation story: 16-16

Before operation

Summary

Rankin's group successfully take the outpost, only to come face-to-face with the arrival of the Ursine Armies after lighting the torch of victory. In the village, Vetochki rediscovers her memories with Mantra's help, and reveals the Yurodstvo's true nature.

<Background 1>

[Winter wind blows through the outpost. ]

Restless Soldier : (Yawns)

Cautious Soldier : Look sharp. We're on shift for another two hours.

Restless Soldier : Blyat... not a damn mangler in this ice and snow.

Cautious Soldier : Hey... did you hear something?

Restless Soldier : What—

[A whiz, a stab, and a thump. ]

「The soldier turns around, only to see a crossbow bolt punches through his friend's skull. 」

Restless Soldier : Huh?
Ah! Ahhhh—!

[Explosion suddenly rocks the building. ]

Excited Miner : Rankin! We got the ones below! Let's go up!

Rankin : Wait! Don't be rash! Come back!

[The security alarm blares on. ]

「The miners are gathered under the outpost, gazing at the flashing warning light above their heads. 」

Rankin : Watch your heads!

[Arrows and bullets rain on the miners, sending some falling down dead. ]

Miner A & Miner B : Mmph! Ugh!

Excited Miner : They saw us! They're pulling the ladder!

Rankin : We'll have to do this the hard way.
Take all the explosives and come with me, Team 3. We're blowing the outpost door, whatever it takes.
Don't stop if I fall. Take my place.
Team 4, Team 5, keep shooting and cover us!
The rest of you, don't let a single soldier get away.

Miner C & Miner D : You got it!

Rankin : On my mark—

「The searchlight catches them, and it is immediately followed by a hail of projectiles.
Rankin continues to push forward towards the outpost, raising his crossbow and taking aim at the vexing searchlight above their heads. 」

[A nearby explosion blasts Rankin off. ]

Rankin : Argh—!

[He can hear his heartbeat echoes. ]

<Background black>

「Suddenly, Rankin feels a sharp pain on his forehead, and the left side of his field of vision is covered in red. 」

[His head is ringing. ]

「Blood streams down. He hears a ringing in his head. 」

[Yet the chaos around him still ensues. ]

Worried Miner : Rankin? Rankin!

Staunch Miner : Not a step back! With me! Push forward!

Angry Miner : Damn it. We're dead anyway if we go back! Might as well take a few of them down with us!

「The cries around him seem so distant. He can hear the sound of crossbow bolts finding flesh. He can hear the sound of bodies hitting the floor.
He must not fall. Not when victory is so close. 」

<Background 1>

「He wills his limbs to move with the last bit of strength he has left, once again raising his crossbow, aiming at that loathsome light above. He pulls the trigger. 」

[The arrow hits the spotlight, turning it off. ]

Calm Miner : They're weakening! Keep up!
Now, ready—

[The explosion blasts the door away. ]

Staunch Miner : The door's blown! Charge!

[The miners quickly force their way in. ]

「The miners' voices feel more and more distant. It is all Rankin can do to keep up.
No one notices him in this battle of life and death. 」

[Rankin takes small steps. ]

「He leans against the rubble and heads upwards, one small step at a time.
His senses are returning, and his body is getting used to the pain. 」

[Rankin walks and follows the others inside. ]

「He walks over bodies that were alive just a moment ago. The spiral staircase leads to an aperture at the top, where the most beautiful aurora of the Ursine night shines through.
He remembers sitting in the mine elevators, gazing up at the only light above. 」

「Finally, the last step. He finds himself standing amidst the aurora, beneath the stars, with friends. 」

Calm Miner : Rankin?! Are you alright??

Rankin : ...I'm fine.

「Rankin wipes away the blood on his forehead and takes a look at his brothers and sisters around him. 」

Rankin : Half of us didn't make it...

Staunch Miner : ...But we did it.

Rankin : We did it...

「In the distance, Deity Grypherburg remains hidden behind the thick taiga. The vast, frozen icy lake seems to taunt them for their foolish challenge. 」

Rankin : We climbed from the dark mines to the surface, and now we stand atop the Army's outpost.
We will cross the frozen lake and forest, and plant our flags in even more places.

「Rankin's eyes burn bright as he tries to communicate his vision to the others.
Their faces are bright with the joy of victory too. They have waited for this day for far too long. 」

Rankin : Nikto, we finally—

「Rankin turns around, but does not see the familiar figure. 」

Rankin : ...Nikto?

<Background 2>

[A lone figure runs through the snowy land. ]

Nikto : *pant*... *pant*...

「I ran away when the first bolt left the crossbow.
It's no shame to be afraid. It is only the most foolish of fools who do not know fear.
Rankin is mad. Everyone who follows him is mad.
I wanted to pull them back. But if they want to die, let them.
I can't die yet.
From cobbler to tutor, to being adopted by a count. I didn't do all that just so that I could die in a place like that.
Die, and it's all over.
I must survive. 」

[He continues to wade through the white land... ]

Nikto : Volgrad is just ahead...
...Start over, Nikto.

[...before he hears a whistle sound. ]

Nikto : Blyat...
What the bloody hell is that...?

<Background 1>

Staunch Miner : A torch!
We should light a torch, so that the others will know we've succeeded and come to meet up with us!

Rankin : Yes... you're right.
Light the fire.

[The miners light a fire, as a whistle sound can be hear in the distance. ]

「A dull thud coming from the distance shakes the icefields, and makes their eardrums and hearts tremble. 」

Calm Miner : What's that?!

Staunch Miner : O-Over there!

「They look in the direction that he is pointing, and see a massive battleship rising on the horizon, so massive it is hard to tell whether it is a ship or a nomadic city. 」

「The taiga is leveled in an instant, and the stars are veiled by red light. 」

「Snow and tree trunks are torn to pieces and sucked into the sky. 」

[The army of Ursus has arrived. ]

「Only now...
Only now do they understand what they are dealing with.
Ursus.
They are dealing with Ursus. 」

<Background 1>

Rankin : I see...
So this is what it is...

[Explosion blasts the outpost. ]

<Background 3>

Raidian : —!

Amiya : Raidian?

Raidian : I just got a message on a public channel.
It says that the Ursine ore veins are near exhausted...
The Armies are trying to cover it up. At least one army is already here in the Far North...!

Amiya : ...!
Did the Doctor's team send the message?

Raidian : Uncertain, but likely. This is a warning from the Doctor.

Amiya : The mines becoming exhausted... could it be...?
But I don't understand. Ursus wants to cover it up? Do they plan on killing everyone in the Far North who knows about it?!

Eloysius : ...I knew it.
The rumors of the ore veins running dry were true... That's the source of all the unusual events. That's what they're trying to hide!

Raidian : You don't look surprised.

Eloysius : It was the worst-case scenario that I projected, until now.
But now, there is reason to believe it's true. And I have no doubt some of the Army brass are capable of doing such things...
The Far North is the most dangerous place on Terra right now. We must leave, immediately.

Amiya : We haven't made contact with the Doctor yet—

Eloysius : They sent us a warning. They're in a better position to be informed than we are.
There's no guarantee that we would find them if we went back now. We would only be wasting our time.

Raidian : Mon3tr can protect the Doctor. They're less likely to be targeted than a large group.
But if the Armies have come to cover this up on the government's behalf, how can we be sure that Grypherburg is a safe place to go?

Eloysius : You still don't trust me.

Amiya : ...We do need to make sure that...

Eloysius : ......
'Kal'tsit.'

Amiya : —!

Raidian : ......

Eloysius : The name once again came to the government's attention not long ago. This mysterious figure has left too many unusual traces on Ursus, and across all of Terra.
Information about her are considered top-secret in Ursus. For this reason, some of us harbor hope that she can answer certain questions that Ursus is facing right now.

Amiya : ...Who are you, really?

Eloysius : Perhaps a re-introduction is in order...
Eloysius Vasilyevna Gorchekova, Lieutenant of the Tsar's Battalion, Ursine Imperial Guard. I answer to... Chairman Islam Witte of the State Council.
My orders are to investigate reports of mutated Infected and associated incidents in the Central Mining District of the Far North, and...
...To make contact with Rhodes Island.

Amiya : ......

Eloysius : I know it's a little late to claim sincerity, and it's true that I had intended to keep this a secret.
Whether you believe it or not, however, I can tell you that I could have dealt with you in Bresk, if I had any ill intent.

Amiya : This is not the sort of cooperation that Rhodes Island seeks, but I can understand your position.
Let's set the argument aside for now... what's your plan, Eloysius?

Eloysius : I have vehicles on the southwest shore of Lake Neva, about ten kilometers from here.
It's not much, but it should be enough to take everyone away from here.
I can hide them in a village outside Grypherburg, then find a way to get you inside the city under the government's protection.

Amiya : Mantra said that the people here are still under the influence of the Yurodstvo. We need to free them from its control first.

Eloysius : She can find the Yurodstvo, but not a way to deal with it?
I have no desire to witness a tragedy, but my duty comes first. I must ensure that someone is alive to bring word back to Grypherburg.
If you insist on getting everyone out of here safely...
I can give you one hour, no more.

<Background fades out>

[Incomming transmission. ]

Mantra : Understood. I will make it quick.
I think I've made a breakthrough.

「Mantra carefully projects her perception into every corner.
She identifies one little fluctuation amidst all the numb, unmoving thoughts. 」

<Background 4>

Vetochki : ...Babushka...
Let's go... let's leave here... alright?
If you stand up, everyone will... follow.
We'll go south, to Deity Grypherburg, or... anywhere, just not...
Just not here.
...Okay?

「Vetochki takes a knee before the illusion that she believes to be her grandmother. She takes the hands that do not exist to Mantra's eyes, and rubs her cheeks against them.
It is only when she sees the tears on the girl's face that Mantra realizes how frightening this trust is. The girl continues to do so, even without getting any response. 」

Mantra : ......

「Mantra remembers Raidian's words.
'Vetochki's parents were executed for organizing a strike. Her grandmother is her only family now.'
'It seems as though everyone in the mining district knew Nadia, including the guards.'
'They sought her assistance more than they sought the medical team's. They sought comfort when they were in pain, insight when they were lost, and find a strange peace in her words.'
'...I should have noticed that something wasn't right. I thought she was just a respected old woman.' 」

Vetochki : Please, babushka...

Mantra : ......

「Mantra watches the girl before her, and gently makes her own voice appear in the girl's mind. 」

<Background black>

「She believes you will find peace here.
Once all hope is gone. 」

Vetochki : Who—

「Vetochki.
Vetochki turns around to see the Phidia standing behind her. 」

Vetochki : Y-You know, my name? But I never, told you...

Mantra : In this place, at least, you should be able to express yourself clearly.
But you're talking in the same way that you usually do, which means that you've not been seriously affected...
Perhaps there's still a way for you to wake up.

Vetochki : What?

Mantra : Is Nadia your family?

Vetochki : Yes, she's... she's my babushka.
And my only, family.

Mantra : Are you sure?

Vetochki : Of course I am. She's my, babushka.

Mantra : Your babushka wants everyone to endure their pain.
So that they have no desire to live, nor choose to end their own pain and die.

Vetochki : No, no—babushka wouldn't!
She's just tired, like everyone... Everyone's just, tired.
We want to live. Of course we do! But there's always people, who don't want us to...
Always someone...

Mantra : Who?

Vetochki : Th-The Patrol Units.

Mantra : You defeated the Patrol Units.

Vetochki : Th-The guards, and, the people, in the lab.

Mantra : They're not here.

Vetochki : I, I—

Mantra : Who else doesn't want you to live?

Vetochki : The black... monster...
And... and...
Why? I... I can't remember...

Mantra : Let me ask again.
Are you holding the hands of your family?

Vetochki : —?

<Background black>

[Vetochki understands. ]

Mantra : Turn around, Vetochki.

「Vetochki does not want to turn around. As long as she does not do so, those cold and withered hands will forever remain the way they are. 」

Mantra : Tell me. What do you see?

「Don't turn around. Don't turn around. Don't turn around.
She keeps telling herself.
But she turned around. 」

<Background fades out and in>

「Babushka is in front of her. Babushka is singing a lullaby. 」

Vetochki : I... I see Babushka Nadia.

Mantra : No. Look more closely.

「Babushka is in front of her. Her hands are cold. 」

Vetochki : I... I...

Mantra : What do you see?

Vetochki : I see... circle. I see—

<Background fades out and in>

<Background fades out and in>

Vetochki : Red.

「Vetochki frantically shakes her head. 」

Vetochki : Why...
Why is it always red?

「Babushka sitting, babushka standing, babushka, colors ever-changing. 」

<Background fades out and in>

「Babushka lying in a pool of blood, deciding that Vetochki may die. 」

<Background fades out and in>

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 5>

Picky Woman : Brrr. Is this what autumn is like in Ursus? I would hate to see what they call winter.
An open-air party, with no lawn or picnic table? What are you inviting us here to see?

Eager Man : Entertainment you don't get in Kazimierz, no matter how rich you are.

Picky Woman : A few lives and deaths, big deal. I doubt those miners we saw on the way could give us a show that measures up to knightsports.

Eager Man : The knights fight every year, but Breskenoy hasn't seen a single death sentence in a decade under the rule of the current Grand Duchess! This is a truly rare event.

Picky Woman : Death sentence? Who's the criminal?

Eager Man : A miner couple caught in the act, plotting to organize an Infected strike.

Picky Woman : My, my, how awful...

Eager Man : Yes. It was such a horrendous crime that the Grand Duchess apparently wept when she signed the death warrant.
But there is no precedence for humane death sentences in these parts. It's easy to bury them in the nearby swamps, but it would be such a waste of a rare death sentence, wouldn't it?
Which is why we're here.
The procedures start with whipping. I heard paying guests like us even get to pick the whip, add blades to it, soak it in brine...

Picky Woman : What if they died sooner than planned and their rocks exploded in front of us? I had this dress made just for this trip, you know.

Eager Man : That won't be a problem! Their infection isn't that bad. It would have taken them years to die if they didn't commit their crime.
As for the party and picnic that you asked about, you'll see it soon enough.
Now, let's get ourselves warm by the fire.

<Background fades out and in>

Impatient Guard : Are they still breathing?

Soldier On Duty : Th-The woman's still babbling treason...

Impatient Guard : Is the man dead?

Soldier On Duty : Cut his tongue out yesterday.

Impatient Guard : Why not cut the woman's too?

Soldier On Duty : Th-The guests yesterday said no.
They wanted to hear her scream—

Impatient Guard : Did she?

Soldier On Duty : No! Not even once. She keep repeating her 'petitions', saying things like 'for the other children who died in the mines'...
Couldn't understand a word of it! She must be mad.

Impatient Guard : Wouldn't have tried to start a strike if she wasn't.
*sigh* Cut the woman's tongue too.

Soldier On Duty : Yes, sir!

Impatient Guard : And that kid. She was standing there yesterday too, wasn't she?

Soldier On Duty : Yes. The constable wanted her to stand there and watch, until her parents breathe their last.

Impatient Guard : Then send her back to the quarters once they're dead.

Soldier On Duty : I'm afraid she has to go down to the mines with her mom's lamp and ID. She was born in a mine, you know, which makes her a miner too.

Impatient Guard : ...Does she have a lamp? Do you see a lamp in her hands?

Soldier On Duty : N-No, sir!

Impatient Guard : Then send her back to the quarters once it's done, mudak!

<Background 6>

Miner : Vetochki... here, take these. Butter, minced meat, chocolate... Good girl.
Uh...
D-Don't get any wrong ideas! It wasn't my husband who sold your parents out! I earned these myself, pushing the carts in the mines!
There's only you and your babushka now. Take care of her, alright?
Tell her she doesn't need to return the scissors she borrowed. Come find me if you ever need anything...
I'll do what I can to help.

Vetochki : ......

Miner : *sigh* My kid would be around your age, if she had lived.

「She said some other things, but I never answered.
Was it because I couldn't talk, or because I had already walked away and went home? 」

<Background black>

「All I know is that I saw red—
Red dripping on greyish-white plastic.
I thought I was back outside at that place again... but no.
It was babushka. 」

[Vetochki tries to run away. ]

Vetochki : Argh—ahhhh!
Ugh...

「Yesterday, and today. I learned that the red inside a human body isn't endless. It will dry up. It makes people hurt. It brings death.
So I tried to stop the red that was flowing out, with my hands, like the game that I played with my friends when I was little.
'Whoever picks up the most water has the most happiness.'
'Whoever bags the most winds has the most freedom.' 」

Vetochki : *Sob* *sob*—
No—no, no!

「I can't keep it.
I must keep it.
I can't— 」

Vetochki : Babushka...
Babushka.

「The cold body sinks into the plastic, into the mud, before my eyes. I look up and see 'it'.
A pale, standing shadow.
I cried— 」

'Babushka Nadia?'

<Flashback ends here>

Nadia? : I'm here.

Vetochki : ...You told me to, endure, and forgive.

Nadia? : To survive, yes.

Vetochki : Must we still, endure?
Endure, and share, other pain, only leads to death now.
Do we endure... for nothing?

Nadia? : Desire anything, and you will only sin. Your suffering soul needs eternal peace.
Come, child. Come into my embrace.

Vetochki : ...Did you forgive too?

Nadia? : I forgave.
We must accept the life that Ursus has granted, as we accept the death that Ursus has granted. We must not choose. We must not struggle.

Vetochki : Did you forgive? For killing mom, and dad... your own, child.

Nadia? : Yes, I forgive.

Vetochki : 'I forgive'?
No...
Then... no.
You're not Babushka Nadia.
Babushka wouldn't, forgive like this. Not forgive for peace.
She won't forgive. She won't endure. She's dead... buried.
You're not her.

[The illusion glitches... ]

[...as 'Nadia' tries to hold her appearance. ]

Nadia? : I am.

??? : I am—

[Yet it still ends in vain, as she shows the real her. ]

??? : I am?
■■, submit to ■■...
Or... ■■ destruction.
■■.

Mantra : Step back, Vetochki!

Vetochki : Sh-She's not! She's not, Babushka Nadia.

Mantra : No, she's not.

Vetochki : But if, she's not, babushka...
Who is she?

<Background black>

「The light of Arts floats around Mantra. She has made the foe reveal its true colors. 」

「But it is not yet over. She must continue to build a barrier in the cognitive space, to isolate herself and the entity before her from other people.
In the meantime, she continues to communicate the truth. 」

[Mantra conjures up her Arts. ]

Mantra : 'Yurodstvo.'
This is the Yurodstvo that you asked about. It is ademonic creation that has been given this name.
Perhaps it was once human. Now, it is a far cry from the concept of human.

Vetochki : I don't understand...

Mantra : You don't have to.
I never understood its true nature, even though there was a chance, however minute, that I might have become it.
You saw it at the wrong time and called to it. That's all.

Vetochki : The wrong time?
So... it was wrong, from the beginning?

??? : ■■■, ■■... ■■.

Mantra : It's not your fault, Vetochki.
I'll take over from here.

<Background fades out and in>

Operation story: 16-17

Before operation

Summary

Mantra cuts off the Yurodstvo's influence and awakens the miners with Vetochki's help. Raidian intercepts military communications, revealing that the Armies are slaughtering miners in the Far North to cover up the truth. Mantra then sends a broadcast and exposes everything.

「Using Originium Arts is not the hard part of the combat.
Red and black mist fill the air. The white silhouette within does not speak or move, not even the fringes of its clothes.
It does not dodge or fight back, simply existing there in silence, allowing the barriers around it to wither away. 」

<Background Black>

「A void, a vortex that devours everything. 」

Mantra : ......
You are...

<Background glitches>

<Background 1>

「The scenes in the cognitive realm continue to flicker. They return to where they began.
A wilderness of unknown name or location. One could call it—
Sargon. 」

<Background glitches>

<Background 2>

Pleading Voice : Why... why would this happen...?
Catastrophe has destroyed our home, why must war take our lives as well?
Padishah, silent and wise...
Hear my prayer, and comfort...
My pain.

Mantra : ...Futile.
Search as you might in my consciousness, you will never create a vision that makes me choose to sleep in the void.

Yurodstvo : ■■, ■... ■■.
You ■■... Padishah.

[The Yurodstvo takes the appearance of Mantra. ]

Mantra? : A Padishah. This is your past.
Your people sought comfort from you, but you would not even grant them an illusion, though it would have taken you little effort.

Mantra : It's not comfort, it's just a lie.
A sweet dream cannot shaken the ancient, corrupt royalty.
I left that place, fled of my own accord.

Mantra? : Indeed, you are not shaken.
Your voice...

Mantra : You cannot become the source of the voice, Yurodstvo. You cannot become... 'me'.
Because I cannot speak, and because you're simply—
'An Echo.'

[The Yurodstvo reveals its true form. ]

Yurodstvo : ......

Mantra : 'People see in me the reflection of their perception and expectation.'
That's how you come to be.
But to you, and to my own folly...
I have no expectation.

Yurodstvo : You are strong...
You have not been tried or baptized, yet you wield power almost the same as mine.
Yet you have neglected your power, this gift... you should have used it to proselytize and lead your people.
What made you leave your palace? What made you give up on power and become weak?

Mantra : I realized...
Knowledge is more lasting than authority. The truth is stronger than lies.
And you...
You have spurred them onto a path of destruction, to die upon this frozen soil.
Why?

「A soft laughter ripples through the air. 」

Yurodstvo : It is revelation. It is ■■. It is proselytization. It is sacrifice.
The land is about to undergo drastic changes. Those who are not strong will be destroyed.
Therefore, I nurtured a spark, making it strong, making it spread.
It will burn all that is impure, and all shall be born again within.

Mantra : ......

「Mantra is certain she can kill it. In the realm of the mind, it will take little more effort than snuffing out a candle.
But what will killing it do? She is unsure. Besides, is there victory to be gained when your foe never engaged? 」

Mantra : Stop wasting time, Yurodstvo.
Cease your influence on the people here, and let them leave with me.
Otherwise, Ursus will soon need a new Yurodstvo.

Yurodstvo : No... no...
Your past is thick and long, ■■.
But it must be there, somewhere...
Your pain, the pain that you ■■ hide from...

[The Yurodstvo dives into Mantra's memories... ]

「'Accept it.' 」

Mantra : ...!

<Background fades out>

「There was no time for Mantra to react. A split second of hesitation is enough to cause a crack in the cognitive realm that she used all her strength to maintain.
She realizes her error almost instantly, but countless responses are already coming from outside the realm. 」

Pious Miner : I accept.

Frail Miner : I... I accept.

Dazed Miner : I accept. I have long accepted.
I can eat straw, moss, drink snow water with gravel mixed in, until my stomach is full, and I shall not hunger. Not anymore.
See? Death is not more terrible than living.

<Background 3>

「At the end of her vision, Yurodstvo is white and slender, not a trembling apparition, nor a hunched old woman.
Whatever its appearance, it will continue to exist, as long as a single person believes in it.
The cause is not here. It is somewhere else. 」

Yurodstvo : ■■■, ■■... ■■.

<Background 4>

「Time starts flowing again. Mantra looks around, and her reason and emotion fight a war in her head, arguing about whether to try to fix the error, or beat a retreat.
Soon, she makes up her mind. 」

Mantra : Elysium.

Elysium : Right here!

Mantra : I need you to use thermal imaging to mark the location from the outside. Connect me to every miner here.
Can you do it?

Elysium : Of course—
You got it!

「The woman's cold voice appears in every miner's head.
The instant that the connection is made, she realizes that these people can no longer endure any more shocks from mental Arts.
She can only keep out Yurodstvo for so long. Time is of the essence. 」

Mantra : Perhaps this will be cruel to you. But I believe it's necessary to reveal the truth.
If this exodus began out of despair and manipulation, then you should at least decide your own ending.

Frail Miner : Who's... talking?
How did I end up back here...?

Pious Miner : We're not here! We ran away with Rankin—we cut out the chips and got away!
This isn't real.

Mantra : You're half-correct. This is not the truth of the present, but of the past.
You killed the one on the ground. Yes or no?

Pious Miner : Yes, yes! We killed him... Rankin killed him!
I thought Rankin was a hero. He said he would take us to a place where the Infected won't be looked down on, but he abandoned us in the end...

Mantra : So you validated the truth of this scene.

Pious Miner : I was there! I saw it. We killed and defiled our own soul...

Mantra : Look again.

Mantra : Tell me. Who is it?

Pious Miner : Nadia, Vetochki's babushka. Everyone in the mines respected her, even the guards.

Mantra : You respected her too. In the way that you respect your elders, or in the way that you respect a statue of a god?

Pious Miner : There's little difference, if you live to her age in the mines.

Mantra : She stood among you. She joined the revolt.

Pious Miner : No, she didn't. She wasn't there... no one would ask an old woman to fight.
She's here? Who is she looking at? Is she mourning the fallen? Why would she mourn a murderer?

Mantra : Because it was she who killed him.

Pious Miner : What?

Mantra : Rankin and your group never killed the last one who fell.
What killed him was his hubris, and the one who created the illusion, making you blame yourself for his death.
'Yurodstvo.'

<Background 4>

「Vetochki stands by the door. She wants to leave, but her feet will not move. She wants to look straight ahead, but she does not have the courage.
She can only look down at the watch in her hand, watching the hands tick and tock, moving to the next number.
What time is it? Which one is the hour hand, and which one is the minute hand? What about the extra one? 」

Vetochki : ......

Mama said not to sleep in the snow. You'll get cold and pass out, and heavy snow can kill.
Rankin said not to doze off in the mines. You'll faint if the air is stale, and air that you can't see will burn.
But this isn't the snow or the mines. Can we sleep here, rest here?

Vetochki : Who can...
Save us?

Babushka is gone. It's not Babushka Nadia standing there.
No...
Not here. Rest, but not in someone else's home. Sleep, but not because you've lost the strength to live.

Vetochki : Don't sleep. Don't rest.
We'll...
Save ourselves.

「She steadies the hastily-forged shield. The bell that she rang to warn the others to evacuate the mines hangs from it.
Vetochki swings her pickaxe and rings it again. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Pious Miner : ...So she's really the Yurodstvo?

Mantra : I heard you worship her like the Yurodstvo.

Pious Miner : She's the Yurodstvo... she saved us! It all makes sense now.
She comforted us, shared our pain... she was always with us.
Where were you back then?

Mantra : Then she should save you now.

「The miners look to the Yurodstvo. It stands silent like a statue. 」

Pious Miner : Maybe we sinned too much.

Mantra : No.
The victimizer, the one who deceived and caused pain, wants the victim to endure and submit. It has always been so. You do not see any path other than to obey.
It's not your fault.

Pious Miner : Do you mean that we can still be saved?

Dazed Miner : Oh, shut it, Vasya. Does it even matter now?

Mantra : Yes, you can be saved.
If you leave here and continue your journey.
Choose to live, when living may be worse than dying.

Dazed Miner : Hah. Get lost.
I thought you were going to say something new. If that's all, then I would rather die with my corpse intact, and I'm sure everyone else—

[A hollow bell rings ]

Pious Miner : Bells? Who's ringing the bells?
It's Vetochki...

Mantra : Sounds like someone has made a choice.

「Vetochki silently rings the bell, even though it does not sound the way it used to.
She rings it again and again, until someone stands up. 」

[The miners stand up. ]

Miner : Is our shift over?

Miner : Our shift's over.

Miner : I want to leave here.

Miner : I want to go home...

「More and more people stand up from the ground, step away from the walls, and their figures begin to drown out the white at the end of the house. 」

Yurodstvo : ■■■...

「The Yurodstvo's figure trembles, passing through Mantra and the people standing up in the house.
It comes before Vetochki. 」

Yurodstvo : ■■...
Child.

Vetochki : ......

「Vetochki looks down and does not answer the call.
She continues to ring the bell, until everyone is roused, and a dazed smile appears on their faces. 」

Miner : Spasibo, Vetochki.
Go back, Vetochki. Don't stay here too long.
Vetochki—

Vetochki : No, I...
I'm not going back.

Miner : Vetochki?

「Vetochki gazes straight ahead—her companions stop smiling, and the figure of Yurodstvo is now nearly transparent.
She said, no. 」

Vetochki : We're not going back.
We'll leave, and we'll live.
Until living, isn't the only thing, we care about, anymore.

<Background 5>

[The miners exit the building. ]

Amiya : They look so much better now.
Are you alright, Mantra?

[Comms buzzing ]

Mantra : This is Mantra.
The communication has concluded. The miners have been freed from the Yurodstvo's control.

Amiya : You defeated the Yurodstvo?

Mantra : I wouldn't say that. It was the result of their own effort. The Yurodstvo has disappeared, and I was unable to track it.
We have more important matters to attend to now.

[Sounds of distant explosions ]

Raidian : The Armies...
They're here.

<Background 6>

[Footsteps ]

Amiya : Report, Elysium.

[Comms connecting ]

Elysium : No hostiles within five klicks in the direction we're traveling. We can stay the course.
The road ahead should be easier once we're out of this stretch of tundra.

Amiya : Good to hear. Thank you, Elysium.

Elysium : There's bad news too, though. If the enemy isn't in front, they're probably behind us.
Watch your six, Amiya.

Amiya : I will.

[Comms disconnecting ]

[Sounds of distant explosions ]

Eloysius : The cannonfire is drawing closer...

Amiya : The group can't move any faster.

Eloysius : Even worse, we have no idea where they are.

Raidian : We need more information, Amiya. At least, we need to know how they're moving.

Amiya : You want to intercept military comms? Can you do that?

Raidian : I'm familiar with Ursine military encryption methods, but it's been a while and it'll take time for me to identify the frequency that they're using.
......

Eloysius : Why are you looking at me like that?
Alright alright. Want me to leak even more classified information than I already have? Well, I can't guarantee it will help...
But if we both live to stand before a military tribunal, I'll testify that all you did was purely in self-defense.

Raidian : Your jokes could use some work, Sergeant.

Eloysius : I never said it was a joke. Please, consider lowering your expectations.

Raidian : They're low enough. Just tell me the frequency, then... 'keep quiet.'

Eloysius : Uh, I'll write it down.

Raidian : Found it. Thank you.
Tracing signal... switching to active... ship-mounted radio? Let me see...
'...rebellious Infected miners at large in the Far North...'

'The Infected have engaged in large-scale massacres, causing significant civilian casualties. A large number of armed Infected are now heading to Deity Grypherburg.'
'The Fourth Army hereby answers the call of duty to suppress the insurrection in order to protect Deity Grypherburg and the people.'
'The operation will be carried out swiftly. Citizens are advised to remain calm and cooperative.'

Raidian : ......

Eloysius : What? Their shamelessness leaves you at a loss for words?

Raidian : I'm unsurprised.
Sounds like they'll at least avoid the nomadic cities, but we should monitor civilian communications just in case... anyone have a map?

Eloysius : Not on me. I'll get it—

[Footsteps approaching ]

Vetochki : I have it here.
Can I, listen to, what you're listening to?
I want to know, about the other, mines...
Are we, the only ones, who left? Were there, others...?

Raidian : What they say on the radio isn't true, Vetochki.

Vetochki : I-I know!
Just wanted to know, if they're safe. Can we?

Raidian : It's true that radio broadcasts from the mines could be a source of information. Thank you, Vetochki.
Lieutenant Gorchekova, please mark on the map any nomadic cities in the path of the Armies' heading.

[Static noise ]

Raidian : Wait... the signal has been changed...
Military channel. That one just now was on civilian channels. Now they're sharing internal communications with other units.

'Central Mining District purged.'
'Acknowledged.'

Amiya : What...?

Eloysius : ......

Vetochki : 'Purged?'
They're purging...
What?

Raidian : Don't listen, Vetochki!

「Raidian tries to cover her ears, but the girl shakes her head.
The next message comes through after a brief silence. 」

'Satellite City's Mining District purged.'
'Acknowledged.'
'Olonets Mining District purged.'
'Acknowledged.'
'Volgrad Mining District purged.'
'Acknowledged.'
......

「Names of places mixed with static are sent back one after another from the terminal. Some are familiar, some are not. No one dares imagine what is happening on the other side.
A name. Just a name. 」

Amiya : ......

Eloysius : That's enough. Turn it off.
We're not getting any more information... turn it off.

Vetochki : No... no...
I want to know... I want, to know.
They're... our friends.

'Ural Mining District purged.'
'Acknowledged.'
'Kras Mining District purged.'
'Acknowledged.'
'Onega Mining District purged.'
'Acknowledged.'
......

「The terminal's playback is like a bland, looping song.
The aurora sways in the night sky, a beautiful curtain that shuts out the screaming happening elsewhere on this tundra.
It is a long night. 」

<Background 7>

Grand Duchess Elisabeth : ...I understand, Your Imperial Majesty. I always have.
I understand your kindness. But no one has ever been respected for kindness...
What will happen to a nation, when it loses the energy that is its lifeblood?
Either it becomes livestock whose survival depends on the whims of others, or it must plunder the others first.
This is not the desire of the Armies... it is the desire of Ursus.
Ursus must not be weak. If she becomes weak, we must cut away what is weak, or the others will fall upon her in an instant.
All of this to say...
Silence can be such a difficult thing.

「Grand Duchess Elisabeth tosses the letter with the State Council's seal into the fireplace.
The flames rise with a soft hiss, then all is quiet again. 」

<Background 6>

Raidian : Vetochki... calm down and listen to me.
Don't be afraid... don't give up. We can make it. We'll take everyone out of this place.

Vetochki : I want to leave...
But, 'massacre'... killing people? They're trying to... shut everyone up?
They used to do it, with butter, and coffee. Then, with whips, and death.
Papa and Mama, didn't keep quiet, so they're... dead.

Raidian : Vetochki...

Vetochki : But what if, we're dead, even if, we keep quiet?
The mining districts, what we heard... they're all dead? But we're, the only ones, who know.
Shouldn't more people know, before we're, silenced too?
They can't, kill everyone.
Can they?

Eloysius : You're right. But sending a message would reveal our position to the nearby Army...
We...

「Eloysius swallows her words. She wanted to be the voice of cold reason, but she cannot say the words. 」

[Mantra steps forward. ]

Mantra : Vetochki is right.
We can't let them bury everything that happened here.

Amiya : You've just been through a hard fight, Mantra.

Mantra : There's no need to worry. It's my duty.

Amiya : But I can't NOT worry...
You didn't want to come to the north, or reveal your Arts. There must be reasons for that, whether it's a past you didn't want to expose, or...
Rhodes Island won't place undue burdens on our operators. I don't know what you went through here, but I know it takes great courage to overcome it.

Mantra : Thank you for your understanding, Amiya. But I no longer need to avoid it, for I've left it behind.
We'll reveal the tragedy that happened here, and expose their plot to all.

Vetochki : A-Alright!

Mantra : And we have a witness.
Let's begin.

[The group activate their equipment. ]

Elysium : Calibration complete... how are you feeling?

Mantra : Good.

Elysium : We'll expand the area, then. Raidian?

Raidian : One moment. Maybe I can make use of the magnetic storms. The electrical signals carried in the noise...
How are you feeling now, Mantra?

Mantra : ......
I can hear more now.

「'More' is a vague answer. She not only hears more, she hears further, hears more details—
She hears the battleship's tracks rumbling across the tundra, the screams that not even Originium engines and guns can drown.
She hears parents speaking southern Ursine dialects, kissing their children goodnight; couples whispering words of love on the balcony before going inside, the curtains left open.
She hears a radio program in the Northern Tundra, interrupted from time to time by the magnetic storms; an old man falling asleep stroking a cloudbeast in his arms in a nursing home...
She feels as though she can hear everything, and she knows she has to interrupt. 」

Mantra : 'Comrades—'

「Mantra suddenly realizes that she should not be the one saying the words.
At least, not the only one. 」

Mantra : Vetochki.

Vetochki : Y-Yes?

Mantra : These are your words.
Say them with me.

Vetochki : But I, don't speak, clearly—

Mantra : You can do it.

Vetochki : I, I—

Mantra : 'Comrades in the mines and cities.'

Vetochki : 'C-Comrades, in the mines, and cities.'

Mantra : 'We come from the Far North.'

Vetochki : 'We come from... the Far North.'

Mantra : 'We are being slaughtered.'

Vetochki : 'We are b-being...'

'Slaughtered.'

「Comrades, in the mines, and cities. We are hunted miners from the Far North.
We are still alive, but we are being slaughtered.
We did not betray Ursus.
Ursus abandoned us. 」

<Background 6>

Vetochki : I-I did it!

Mantra : You did it.
Now...
I might need some help.

[Mantra collapses from exhaustion. ]

EG-8: Events of the Past

<Background 1>

[The mine is quiet, and the group tries to create as few sounds as possible. ]

Timid Miner : Th-The guns have stopped.
C-Can we go now? Not upwards, but down, before the bombs reach us—

[One of the miners stand up. ]

Worried Miner : Get up, Yuri, and the rest of you. We need to find Rankin and the place he was talking about.
You know the bravest ones of us have all left with Rankin, to take the outpost.
The bombing's stopped, and we don't know what's going on up there. The only way to find them is up.
Either we save them, or, as Rankin said, remember them. Crawl, pull yourselves on with your pickaxes, if you can't walk.

Timid Miner : But Rankin gave us his mining lamp—

Worried Miner : Do you remember what he said?

Timid Miner : He... he didn't say anything...

Worried Miner : That's right. He didn't say anything. This is no different from the supplies that they left behind.
Or we can choose to leave it here... as a reminder.
Yes, reminder. Leave the lamp in the mining cart, the one that we pushed all the way here.
If anyone ever comes through...
I remember that you can write, Yuri.

[The miner tears one of the paper from her logbook. ]

Worried Miner : We've got some blank pages at the back of the logbook. We might as well not waste it.
Come here. I'll tell you what to write.
If anyone comes, at least they'll know what happened here.

<Background 2>

Winter, 1101
A mine, Northern Tundra, Ursus

[A group of miners are being lead through the snowy forest by some soldiers. ]

Sick Miner : Sir, where... where are we going?
I don't think the factory's this way—

Soldier : Shut up and keep walking.
I said walk!

Skeptical Miner : (Whisper) The mines have stopped again.
(Whisper) So, nothing for the processing plants to work with.
(Whisper) Where would they take us, if they don't need hands upstairs?

Fearful Miner : They dragged even the sickest ones out of their beds. Half the mine is here...
I don't want to keep walking. I don't want to die!

Skeptical Miner : (Whisper) Shh!

Army Officer : ......
Go through the forest, to the lake. That's where you'll meet your end.
Don't even think...
About running away.

「Heavy military boots step on the snowy forest floor, moving forward, urging forward.
The miners are being escorted by far more than just a few men. 」

<Background 3>

[They continue to walk until they reach the frozen lake. ]

Army Officer : Here. Stop.
Let's begin.

Soldier : Everyone, on the ice.

Fearful Miner : No, sir, please—

[The soldier pulls his saber and attacks the miner. ]

「The saber cuts her throat, spilling hot blood on the soldier's armor. 」

Army Officer : For the glory of Ursus.

Sick Miner : Bozhe moy...

Army Officer : Proceed.

Soldier : N-Next! Fill the gap! Hurry!

[The ice crackles under the feet of the frightened miners. ]

Skeptical Miner : Why do we have to be treated like this?

Soldier : Shut up, you uyobok—

Skeptical Miner : Were the Tsar's promises all a lie? Are our lives worth less than that of a burdenbeast?
Tell me—

Army Officer : ......

「As the soldier is about to raise his hand again, the rumbling of the ground becomes perceptible.
It starts with a tiny crack, from the surface, from deep below, before snowballing quickly.
The ground trembles, and the center of the lake collapses. The result of geological changes accumulated over time swallows the Infected on the ice, and their would-be executioners. 」

Skeptical Miner : Run!

「The miner shakes off the stunned soldier and runs in the direction they came from. 」

Terrified Miner : Catastrophe...
It's a Catastrophe!!!

[The earth shakes and trembles. ]

「Soldier, miner. Killer, victim. The vast Lake Angara accepts all and delivers all.
Beneath the ice, an ancient nomadic city rises as the terrain changes, emerging through the sheet into the light of day.
The old-style buildings and the writhing faces of the dead look the same as they did when the city sank. 」

<Background 4>

Reconstruction District, Far North, Ursus

Diligent Miner : 'Northern Tundra'... 'Catastrophe'... 'Lake'...
All those words crammed into this tiny space, and I only recognize three.

Young Craftsman : You'll learn them in time.
The lessons here are too basic for me. I'm planning to take over the work at the mines, which has been left untended for a while, and maybe learn a craft other than shoe repair.
Once the curfew is lifted, I want to go to Deity Grypherburg.

Diligent Miner : I don't want to go to Grypherburg. I just want to learn to read. Three words a day makes twenty-one a week. In one month...

[Footsteps. ]

Koshelna : I'm glad to see your eagerness.
Do you need help?

Diligent Miner : These words still confuse me, gospozha.

Koshelna : You're talking about these 'nouns', right? That's the lesson for this week—we're learning about nouns.

Diligent Miner : Nouns, yes! Nouns. I think I'm starting to be able to tell them apart, but I can't quite get their meanings.
What's this... uh... 'Shimok'?

Koshelna : Ah...
It's 'Simonch'. It's a name, like the name 'Angara', the lake, or your name, 'Vova'.
It's the name of a nomadic city.

<Background 1>

[The mine is quiet. ]

「The youth bids his classmate farewell and goes into the mines, ready to get to work.
Mine tunnels left untended gradually wear down and eventually collapse. He will not allow it to happen, as long as he is still here.
The young man raises his mining lamp and begins his rounds, examining all the rail, until he finds a mining cart at one of the forks that does not belong to this place. 」

[He stops walking, his eyes caught a view of something that piques his interest. ]

Young Craftsman : This is...
A mining lamp?
And a letter—
......
This was once the place of a struggle?
Damn it. The people who proposed connecting the mining districts were here! They wanted to occupy that garrisoned outpost!
I knew the story was true...

[He lights the lamp. ]

Young Craftsman : Phew...
Whoever's lamp this was, it's in good condition. Maybe a little dusty, but it still works...
Maybe I should take it to Grypherburg—
And show everyone...
This lamp without a name, and those people without names.

Operation story: 16-18

After operation

Summary

During the evacuation, some of the miners give up their chance to board the vehicles and go in the opposite direction with torches raised, hoping to draw the Army's fire. As more and more die, Amiya raises her sword and creates a wall of fire on the ice, which stops the Army's shelling.

<Background Black>

[Sirens blare as the Ursus Armies approach the miners. ]

「'Dispatch speaking.'
'Target acquired. They're moving toward Lake Neva.'
'Cease fire and surround the target coordinates.'
'Coordinates sent to your terminals.'
...... 」

<Background 1>

Amiya : Are you out of the woods, Raidian?

[Comms buzzing ]

Raidian : Scout team here. We're at the rendezvous point.

[Comms buzzing ]

Eloysius : The first batch of vehicles are here. We'll need to wait for the second batch to arrive.
Sorry, I didn't expect things to get so urgent.

Amiya : Have you tracked more of the Armies' movements, Raidian?

Raidian : Not yet... the military channel went dark after our broadcast. They're on guard now, and we're unable to get more information.
It's so quiet, it's making me uneasy...
Stay hidden, Amiya.

Amiya : We'll be careful.

Raidian : Stay in touch. How's Mantra?

Amiya : Still exhausted. Vetochki and the others have made a stretcher for her—

Mantra : Amiya.

Amiya : Mantra! You shouldn't be 'talking'!

Mantra : I'm awake. Tell Elysium that I can walk on my own.

Amiya : No, not yet.

Elysium : See? I told you so!

Raidian : Remember how Blaze was bedridden for two weeks after getting injured on a mission? We didn't let her feet touch the ground for a single second.
So don't even think about it, dear Mantra.

Mantra : ...The situation is different.

Raidian : Okay, here's a compromise. Once you're through the woods, you can choose me or Elysium to be your crutch.

<Background fades out and in>

[Footsteps ]

Vetochki : Is G-Grypherburg, on the other side, of the frozen lake?
I heard, the Infected, can't enter n-nomadic cities.

Miner : I never went to the cities before I got infected. I lived all my life in the villages, until a Catastrophe infected most of us.
But they said we didn't need to walk, right? There'll be vehicles, like the ones we found.
I think Nikto was from Grypherburg. Too bad he isn't here.
Say, what do you think Nikto and Rankin are doing, Vetochki? Could they have already made it to that village they were talking about?

Vetochki : M-Maybe.
I hope so.

[Cannon artillery firing ]

Mantra : Everyone, take cover, now!

[BOOM! ]

<Background 2>

Raidian : —!

Eloysius : An explosion—from the forest? Is the Army here?

Raidian : I just sensed it... Another army's attacking from the east.
They know where we are. They're trying to force us in the direction of Lake Neva.

Eloysius : They're out of their minds! We're already in the Central Governorate. The Armies must know what that means!

[Comms crackling ]

Raidian : 'Deity Grypherburg is under threat... the Army... will eliminate the enemy.'
It's a public broadcast. They're telling Grypherburg that they're putting down a rebellion!

Eloysius : I see... this was their plan all along...
All this killing and herding... they're planning to reach the capital under the pretext of putting down a rebellion, and negotiate with the State Council by pointing their guns at the gates of Deity Grypherburg!
This was what they're trying to achieve... by sacrificing hundreds of thousands in the Far North.

[Raidian tries contacting Amiya... ]

Raidian : Can you hear me, Amiya?
There are Army units to your east—

[...but the comms remain silent. ]

Raidian : ...The magnetic storms are interfering with comms. I can't get a good signal at this range.
The rest of the group will arrive soon. Eloysius, I need you here to get them on the vehicles and evacuate in an orderly manner.

Eloysius : What about you?

Raidian : I must go back and point the way for them.

Eloysius : You're leaving me here with these vehicles? Aren't you worried that I would abandon you and flee to Grypherburg?

Raidian : If that's your decision, I would appreciate a heads-up.
Rhodes Island will find a way.

Eloysius : You...
Hah... is this 'Rhodes Island' full of people like you?

Raidian : No. They're much braver than I.
Your command, Sergeant.

<Background 1>

[The group continue running through the forest as the army constantly fires at them. ]

Miner : What the hell is that thing behind us? It appeared out of nowhere—

Mantra : (Stumbles)

Elysium : Look out!
The Army is shelling indiscriminately. Should we find another path?

Amiya : Can you reach Raidian, Elysium? The scout team might be in even more danger than we are!

[Comms connecting ]

Raidian : Amiya! Where are you?

Amiya : We're still in the forest on the eastern shores of Lake Neva! We're being fired upon by the Army—

Raidian : They have reinforcements coming from the east. We must get through the lake as quickly as possible! Grypherburg is on the other side.
The Armies cannot set foot on the western shore of Lake Neva without permission. That's our only chance.
We need to clear Lake Neva before the Armies complete their encirclement—

[Comms disconnecting ]

Amiya : Raidian? Raidian?!

[Comms crackling ]

Raidian : Magnetic storm—communications—
—southwest—ice—

<Background 3>

Amiya : No lights, everyone. We'll have to cross the lake in darkness.
Go southwest... I'll point the way.

Vetochki : I understand. The stars, show the way—

[KA-BOOM! ]

「Cannon shells fall like thunder, exploding in the middle of the crowd. The shockwave and shrapnel split the procession in two. 」

Vetochki : Dyadya Volya!

「A crack appears in the ice, and some people have fallen into it. 」

Panicked Miner : Aaagh!!
The ice is still cracking—we can't get through!

Amiya : Go back! Now! Don't come this way!

Elysium : They're getting closer!

Amiya : Can you reach Raidian?!
We got separated. We have some straggling miners we need to pick up, to the northwest of where the shells fell—

[Comms connecting ]

Raidian : Roger.
On my way.

Dazed Miner : Argh—ugh...

Vetochki : Darya, your leg, it's bleeding... I'll wrap it up!

[A medic arrives. ]

Medic Operator : I'll help—

Dazed Miner : ...No, Vetochki. Leave me here.
I have flint and kindling. Give me a torch and go. I'll buy you what time I can.

Vetochki : I'll carry you, Darya!
Don't... don't give up.

Amiya : Yes, don't give up! The bleeding will stop soon. You can get further treatment once we're on the vehicles—

Dazed Miner : But those bastards won't wait! They're herding us like wild manglers. Don't you see?
If they just wanted to kill us, they could have burned every inch that we passed through, blown every building up.
Do you think they couldn't do it?

Amiya : That's no reason to give up...

Dazed Miner : You don't understand. I was a hunter before they threw me into the mines. I know what some of the cityfolk like to do on hunting trips.
They corral their game in one place, kill a couple, and watch the rest struggle.
Honestly, I don't know how much time I can buy, but I have to try.
It's just a hole in my leg. I'll crawl if I can't walk. I can get a few dozen meters to the east.
Stop wasting time. Leave the torch and go.
Go!

[Wind blowing ]

Anxious Operator : One by one, one by one! We'll be here for fifteen minutes, there's no need to—
—push...

「The operator falls quiet. No one is pushing, no one is squeezing.
They just keep walking forward silently. 」

<Background 2>

Eloysius : ...I've never seen an evacuation so orderly.
Not even the famously disciplined First Army could do this.

Anxious Operator : That's a good thing, right?

Eloysius : It's not normal, is it? It's as though they don't have survival instincts.
Alright. Maybe I'm overthinking it.
And you, aren't you worried about your captain in the rear?

Anxious Operator : Our captain is the most experienced of us by far.

「The operator stands on tiptoes, trying to see past the end of the procession that is indistinguishable from the pitch-black ice, looking for her captain.
All she sees is the bright red in the distance. 」

Anxious Operator : Did they really stop there...?

[The army continues firing. ]

Raidian : The enemy is shelling the ice!
I couldn't reach the driver. Someone needs to tell her to keep the vehicle running and be ready to roll at a moment's notice.
Do you read me?!

Anxious Operator : R-Roger!
You should get on, Eloysius. I'll take care of things here—

Eloysius : No, you go first and talk to the driver. For your captain.
I—
I'm staying here.

「It was a torch that distracted the Army.
It began with a single torch that someone at the end of the procession raised.
No one heard if he said anything. No one asked why he did it. He simply stopped, lit his torch, and began to walk in the opposite direction. 」

Miner : Who lit the torch? I thought they said no lights—

Miner : It's Kian.

Miner : Kian? The one who made flint for everyone? I saw he gave some firewood to Darya just now.

Miner : It's him. He's walking back. But that's where all the soldiers are! Is he trying to get himself killed?

Miner : He's doing the same thing that Darya is doing.

Miner : But we're so close to safety—

Miner : I have a flint too, and some firewood.

Miner : What are you doing?

Miner : They're shelling the ice. They won't let us go. If we don't do something...
We all die.

Miner : But I want to live! I want to go to Grypherburg!

Miner : We would have died in the mines, remember? Like all other Infected in Ursus.
But if we can help the folks on the front lines survive, and the young ones who came to our aid...

[More people light their torches. ]

Miner : People will remember what happened here long after we old-timers are gone.

「One torch passes its flame to another.
One miner forsakes his life, then a second, and a third...
One by one, the miners who have not yet boarded the vehicles raise their torches and walk in the opposite direction. 」

「Towards Kian, towards Darya, towards the trail of footsteps that led here, and towards the impending threat. 」

Vetochki : Th-They can't... bury us.
Not anymore.

Miner : You're right. They can't bury us quietly anymore, not in the snow, in the mines, or in the lakes!
We'll take the torch from our brothers and sisters, and we'll light the way...
We'll make sure that all of Ursus sees—
And knows that we once lived.

「The miners who chose to stay behind raise their torches high in the cold night.
They form a bright belt of fire on the ice, one that the gunners cannot miss.
'Ursus will not bury this night the way it has buried many others,' they firmly believe.
The red eyes gaze upon the firelight. 」

[Explosions booming ]

<Background 3>

「The guns continue to fire, and the ice continues to crack, sending more miners into the gaping crevasses.
They shout and keep their torches high to the very end, with only a slight trembling in their voices.
Of course they are afraid. Of course they are fearful.
But they keep their torches raised, trading their lives for the lives of those behind them.
The Rhodes Island personnel try to stop them, but no one listens. 」

Elysium : They're still firing, Amiya! Eloysius's vehicles are full, and the next batch hasn't arrived yet—
Amiya!

Amiya : Why... why are they doing this?
We have to stop them. We can't let—

Mantra : I can't stop this many in my current state.
But there must be something we can do.

Amiya : Mantra...
I can feel it. I can feel their...
Their... anger.
It's so powerful. It's like it's burning them to ashes.
No...
I won't let them.
This—
This slaughter has to stop!

「Anger. The same anger.
An emotion that Amiya has always fought to suppress, one that she would never allow to run unchecked.
Anger lights up her eyes, ignites her heart, and flows to her fingertips. 」

<Background fades out>

'Even if I don't take revenge, even if I never hold a grudge, I still have the right to rage on forever!'

「The cerulean and black sword of wrath once again appears in her hand. 」

Amiya : Ying Xiao—

[Amiya summons her sword. ]

「A clean swing. Blue fire bursts from the tip of the sword, the highly concentrated energy drawing a wall of fire on the ice in the blink of an eye—another long and clear boundary.
On one side, the cracking ice and the shells repelled by the wall of fire.
On the other, the little Cautus and the torch-bearing Infected. 」

Amiya : You...

「Amiya points her sword at the shore, at the Army that has herded and slaughtered people like livestock. 」

'You go no further.'

「Blue fire rages at her sword-tip, a warning to the murderers, be it the guns, the soldiers, or the battleships. Until the flames cease, until the score is settled—
None shall pass. 」

「'Sir, high-powered Originium signal, twelve o'clock, source unknown!'
'Slow down and observe.'
'Yes, sir.' 」

<Background 3>

Elysium : ...Did they cease fire?

Raidian : No, they just slowed down.
You've stopped some of their attacks, Amiya. Rendezvous ASAP.

Elysium : The other vehicles will arrive soon! Let's get out of here!

Amiya : ...No.
I'm staying until everyone is out.

Elysium : Wait... something's coming!
A vehicle's coming toward us at high speed from the west, but it's not one of ours—I think it's a truck!
They drove onto the ice!

Raidian : On alert—

[Comms buzzing ]

Mon3tr : Raidian! Finally got this thing to work. It's us! Me, Doctor, Ksenia—

Doctor : And Lyudmila. / And Operator Crownslayer.

Doctor : Rhodes Island... / Assemble.

<Background fades out and in>

[Mon3tr runs to Amiya. ]

Mon3tr : Amiya!

Amiya : Doctor! Mon3tr! How did you—
And, Operator Crownslayer...?

[Footsteps ]

Crownslayer : Didn't have time to chat along the way. I have a lot of questions myself.
But get on first.

Doctor : We owe the Truckers' Union one. / I'll tell you about it later.

Doctor : Is everyone alright?

Mantra : Won't disappoint you.

[Comms buzzing ]

Raidian : We'll catch up later. For now, we need to get out of here.

Doctor : Yes. Operator Mon3tr, Operator Crownslayer... / And {nickname}, reporting in.

「After scanning the survivors on the ice, the lights of the outpost on the southwest shore of Lake Neva point to the Army on the opposite shore.
White light faces off against red light, and the shelling grows even sparser. 」

[Comms connecting ]

「'All units, this is Dispatch.'
'All units, cease fire immediately. We have an urgent request from Deity Grypherburg.'
'Repeat, all units, cease fire immediately.'
'Please acknowledge.'
'...'
'...'
'...'
'Yes, sir.' 」

Elysium : Looks like it's stopped... for real this time.

Amiya : And everyone's here.
Thank goodness...

Doctor : Yes...

Doctor : Looks like we made it.

EG-9: Homecoming

<Background 1>

「'All units, this is Dispatch.'
'All units, cease fire immediately. We have an urgent request from Deity Grypherburg.'
'Repeat, all units, cease fire immediately.'
'Please acknowledge.' 」

Officer : (Exhales)
Scope of the ceasefire?

Radioman : All active units.

Officer : (Nods)

「'Acknowledged.' 」

Officer : Inform Lieutenant Yelchin and ensure that all units in the 2nd Division observe the ceasefire.

「'All units remain on standby. Maintain battle stations.'
'Until the threat is completely eliminated, we shall continue to serve our duty to protect Deity Grypherburg and the people.' 」

[The transmission ends. ]

Officer : ...Summon the quartermaster.

Soldier : Sir, we do not have a quartermaster for this operation.
You expected this to be only a quick response, and that it would not take much time to eliminate the rebellious Infected.

Officer : ......
Respond to Dispatch as usual.
And what is your name, soldier?

Soldier : Private Vyacheslav Kinov, sir.

Officer : Very well. Inform the Lieutenant, Private Kinov. Your services are not needed here for now.

<Background 2>

Cold Soldier : ...You had me leave my post to come to you for this little thing?
You're out of your mind.

Angry Soldier : Oh, look at you, Patya, all high and mighty in that Shieldguard armor...
Does that pretty helmet of yours block your sight?
The maggots in the rations, bolts that snap like twigs, even duds!
Is this what they send us out to die with?!

Cold Soldier : If there are maggots in your rations, you eat them with the rations. If the weapons are hard to use, use your bare hands.
We're soldiers. We fight and win. There are only two ends: Keep fighting, or die.

Angry Soldier : You're the one who's out of his mind!

Cold Soldier : If you find that someone hasn't been doing his job, you report to your superior, not complain to me here.
I'm not the quartermaster—

[Footsteps, as another person comes approaching. ]

Officer : I thought the Defender Regiments were supposed to be on the top deck.

Cold Soldier : ...Sorry, sir. I was away from my post.
I will report this to the commissar myself.
(Salutes)

[The Shieldguard quickly leaves the room. ]

Officer : ......

Angry Soldier : S-Sir!

Officer : What did you find out, soldier?
Tell me the reason for your anger.

Angry Soldier : ...The quality of our supplies and equipment on this operation is exceedingly poor.
The rations are insufficient, the cans damaged and filled with maggots...
Many of the bolts were not made of steel, but crude iron.
And the reserve Originium bombs are so weak that they're little more than glorified duds.
How are we supposed to proceed the operation with these?

Officer : Why did you enlist, soldier?

Angry Soldier : To...

Officer : Speak up.

Angry Soldier : To—to prove myself! I want people to know my name—
Like they know yours!

Officer : They'll know your name when the Army sends your tags back to your mother, and she etches them on a white birch tree.

Angry Soldier : No, not like that...

Officer : There is little room for the individual to choose, when the collective is at war.
But...
Keep this hope in your heart, boy, and your 'discovery' too.
For the survival of Ursus and her people, there is only one option...

<Background fades out and in>

Officer : Set this land on fire.

16-19: Oath of the Mad

Summary

Eloysius reports to Chairman Witte after the conclusion of the Far North Incident, but does not tell him that she has already disclosed information about the Sarcophagus to Rhodes Island. News of the vein exhaustion continues to spread, and the repercussions are felt across Ursus.

<Background 1>

Veteran's Home, Deity Grypherburg

Eloysius : ...This is my report on the Far North Incident. I will submit my written report within one week.

Witte : Thank you, Lieutenant. But I still have questions.
What you've mentioned—getting into the mining district, investigating the miners, evacuating them under the Armies' gunfire... those are merely the process.
An event must have cause, process, and result, just like how crops grow from seeds, and yield fruits.

Eloysius : I apologize for my poor presentation, Your High Excellency, but I have mentioned both the cause of the event and how we handled the aftermath.

Witte : All scattered information. You have described the details, but you have not seen the big picture. How can the reader understand what the writer fails to perceive?
Have you forgotten how to write a report in the five years since you graduated from the military academy? Or do you want me to submit a fragmented, incomplete report to His Imperial Majesty?
I can forgive your youthful errors, but Ursus cannot afford to wait.

Eloysius : I apologize. I will fill in the gaps in the written report—

Witte : We do not have the time to address the consequences of your omissions. The price of trial and error is too high.
I need you to tell me, right here, right now. What role do you think Grand Duchess Elisabeth played? Were there signs of her association with the Armies? As for the Infected that we rescued...
Can they truly be of help to us?

Eloysius : I'm not sure I have sufficient information to talk about it in an informed manner...

Witte : You experienced the events first-hand. No one is more informed than you.
Speak, child. I will listen.

Eloysius : ...I believe that the Grand Duchess was simply going with the flow.
She had learned about the Royal Guard's death and the miners' escape before we even planned to enter the mining district.
All she needed to do was to let a little information out, and the Fourth Army would have an excuse to 'clean up', and proceed towards the Central Governorate under the pretext of quelling the rebellion.
This way, the Grand Duchess could cover up the death of a Royal Guard on her watch, and the Army can deploy on the borders of the Central Governorate... as it does now.
As for why the Army is doing this... I believe you know better than anyone.

Witte : They mistake the Tsar's benevolence for weakness. They will pay the price.
I concur with most of your speculation, Elotta. But there is one thing you are missing—the Yurodstvo.

Eloysius : It disappeared. I could not confirm whether it was real or not, and I do not even feel the need to dig any deeper. After all... we witnessed the burning of the last Yurodstvo with our own eyes.

Witte : You do not believe it was the Yurodstvo who appeared in the Far North?

Eloysius : I simply believe you know more than I do.

Witte : The troubling madman... a poisonous relic of an older era. I will get to the bottom of it. Ursus does not need a Yurodstvo anymore.
Now, let us get back to the topic at hand. Were their goals accomplished, Lieutenant?

Eloysius : They failed to hush up news of the ore vein exhaustion. Which leads us to your other question—
Can the Infected that we rescued truly be of help to us? In fact, they've already helped.
The belt of torches on the ice awakened all the outposts around Lake Neva on the Grypherburg side. Every household in Ursus has heard their message.
'Ursus abandoned them! Who will be next?' Everyone asks the same question: the newspapers, intercity comms, late-night radio...
The miners in the mines ask, the workers in the city ask; wealthy citizens ask, poor vagabonds ask; soldiers ask, students ask.
The Grand Duchess expected the miners to die in the Far North. But they survived, testifying to the exhaustion of the ore veins, and exposing the inadequacy of the reforms—
Slow, gradual improvement is not enough for the pressing needs of Ursus's development.
We must act, before even more people are fed into the hungry machine of the Empire.
You said yourself that Ursus can no longer afford to wait...

Witte : You're digressing, Lieutenant.
You said Rhodes Island helped the Infected miners send the message.

Eloysius : Yes. Right now, however, we should focus on—

Witte : What do you think of Rhodes Island?

Eloysius : ...We should be vigilant.
They demonstrated military-level coordination during the tracking and evacuation process, and they possess a natural advantage in their understanding of the Infected. There are plenty of reasons to be vigilant.

Witte : Or perhaps, their strength is something that we can leverage.

Eloysius : As far as I am aware, Rhodes Island has no permanent presence in Ursus. Perhaps we can invite them to set up a branch office in Grypherburg or a nearby city...

Witte : Perhaps.

Eloysius : The Grand Duchess might strike first.

Witte : She's not one to be rash. Did you mention the name 'Kal'tsit' to the Rhodes Islanders?

Eloysius : Yes. They said that Kal'tsit previously served as a physician at Rhodes Island, but had died in an accident.

Witte : Are you certain?

Eloysius : I've dispatched a unit to the scene of the incident to ascertain. From what we know so far, there is no reason to think otherwise.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Wilderness, Central Governorate, Ursus

Eloysius : So... Kal'tsit is dead.
The name that Chairman Witte extracted from the Chernobog lab files is no longer of use.
......

Doctor : You're looking for Kal'tsit. / Why?

Eloysius : ......
Because of the Sarcophagus, of course. Ursus needs its energy.

Doctor : You know where it is?

Eloysius : I don't know the specifics, unfortunately.

Doctor : But Witte gave you a name: Kal'tsit. / He wanted you to find Kal'tsit through us.

Doctor : Witte trusts you.

Eloysius : Of course. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent me alone—
...Sent me to the Far North alone.
Yes, he trusts me. It's the duty of a soldier to follow orders, and it's not my place to complain, even if I should die in the Far North.
But it shouldn't be this way. Miners and civilians were massacred, but the Grand Duchess gets out unscathed, and the Army is able to deploy a stone's throw from Grypherburg with no consequences.
This isn't how things should be! How can I go back like this...?

Doctor : Lieutenant Gorchekova.

Doctor : If I told you, there was a way to bring Kal'tsit back to life... / What would you do?

Eloysius : What?
Are you joking? How is that possible? Is this Kal'tsit like the fae of legend, able to return to life whenever she wants?
Wait a moment. The Chairman did say that the secret police once believed Director Kal'tsit to have died in that incident...
But...
You just tell me like that? Did you think I would trust you the same way in return? You're not even Ursine—

[Footsteps approach ]

Raidian : What if someone of us used to be?

Eloysius : You...

Raidian : Even if you really do know nothing, we won't forget that you once stood with us there, helping evacuate the Infected.
We appreciate what you did, Lieutenant Gorchekova, even if you don't need our thanks. Am I right?

Eloysius : ......

Raidian : Tell me, and I'll listen, once again as a child of Ursus.

Eloysius : Alright, I knew I couldn't resist the chance to awaken a straying Ursine's identity.
......
What I know about the Sarcophagus is very limited...

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Witte : —Lieutenant?

Eloysius : I'm sorry. I think I got distracted.

Witte : It's alright. Bad habits of the elderly. I can't stop myself when I start talking about the motherland and our future with the youth...
Perhaps you really do need rest. I've taken up too much of your time.

Eloysius : No, Your High Excellency, I was simply thinking about what you said—

Witte : Get some rest, Lieutenant.
Unlike the Far North, Grypherburg still sees some daylight this time of year. Do not forget to finish your report, once you've rested.

<Background 3>

[Radio jingle ]

'As the mines begin to reopen gradually in the Northern Tundra, the Third Army casts its gaze towards the Central Governorate.'
'The Fourth Army continues its illegal presence on the border of the Central Governorate. All citizens are advised to respect the cordon and refrain from traveling to the Lake Neva area.'
'The First Army has begun to conscript students from dozens of universities in the Central Governorate, without authorization from the State Council. Student protests across the country are being bloodily suppressed.'
'The Second and Seventh Armies have been mobilized, in response to Grypherburg's request...'

Student A : That's all you see in the papers these days. I've got a cousin going to school in the Central Governorate. Haven't heard from her in a while.

Student B : Did you hear? Uchitelnitsa Koshelna didn't go to Deity Grypherburg Imperial University. She went to the mines to teach the miners how to read!
That's so brave and selfless of her. I want to follow in her footsteps when I graduate...
I hope we'll see her again.

Student C : Don't listen to everything you read in the papers! It's all bad news to make us anxious and demoralize us.
The student council is holding a protest in Igor Memorial Park. Are you going?

Student B : Of course!

Student A : M-Me too!

<Background 4>

Rosa : There's a lot of movement in the military. Student and worker strikes are taking place all across the country, but they're being suppressed even swifter and more harshly than before...
Also, the Grypherburg police recently arrested a student from Literature Department attempting to graffiti the grand hall of the State Council. I heard the Petrachevsky Group is soliciting donations and trying to get him released.

Absinthe : It's true, I checked with them. Every underground tabloid is spreading the news about him, and the words he wrote on the walls of the council hall.
The underground tabloids are printing far quicker than the censors can keep up.

Rosa : Let's put that in the next letter to Sonya.
They should be on their way back to Grypherburg, come to think of it...

Absinthe : Write anyway. There are curfews everywhere. There's no guarantee they'll make it back on schedule.

Rosa : Yes... I hope things go smoothly on their side.

Absinthe : They will.

<Background 5>

[Heavy footsteps ]

Worker? : Getting in wasn't that hard.

Voice in Earpiece : Just because I hacked the monitors doesn't mean you can let your guard down. They say the session has been suspended indefinitely, but they could also resume at any time.
The corridor leading to the meeting hall is still being patrolled four times an hour. Not counting the time it takes to get out, you have eight minutes to leave your mark.

Worker? : Pee? Break something and take a piece?

Voice in Earpiece : ...Can you do something that doesn't make so much noise and actually means something?

Worker? : Well... I'll think about it.
Why do I have to dress like this, anyway? It's not like my normal clothes are all that conspicuous.

Voice in Earpiece : You're wearing a Grypherburg plumber's uniform. They don't have a seat on the council, but they have access to the council hall, and they're responsible for maintenance work throughout the building.
While there's no way for students like us—complete non-producers—to gain access to the council, much less gain any real influence.
Bah, why am I even explaining all this to you? I'm hanging up. You have six minutes.
Botani out.

[Comms disconnecting ]

Worker? : Lokh.
What should I do? Six minutes...

「The student in the plumber's uniform casts his gaze towards the end of the council hall, where the symbol of Ursine divine glory shines bright on the wall.
He thinks for a moment, then squints and pulls out a can of red spraypaint. 」

[Paint spraying ]

<Background fades out and in>

「Brekin is not on duty today, but his colleague, who lives next door to him, sent his youngest son to his place and asked him to take his shift today, because he had a fever and a splitting headache.
Brekin, being the kind-hearted man he is, agreed. Scarcely could he imagine what he would see when he walked into the council hall— 」

[The cleaner drops his things in shock. ]

Cleaner : Gosudar-batyushka—

The golden symbol on the wall is fully covered in red paint. Beneath it are words written with the same red paint, in the Ursine language—

'The victor displays the emblem of the vanquished for his vanity, but he will forever stand in the shadow of the vanquished, if he cannot cast it away.'
—Yakov Petrov, penned in prison in the autumn of 1076

EG-10: No Way Forward

<Background 1>

*huff*... *huff*...
It hurts... the rocks are piercing the flesh... I can almost hear them growing. Why am I still alive?
I'm exhausted. I can't feel my limbs... Run! Run to the east!
Death awaits in the south. Death awaits in the north. In the west... the mines there are a dead end, just like those in the Far North.
I can run from the Far North... but how do I run from pain?

Far North Border, Ursus

Infected Miner : Urgh...
I can't... run... anymore...
This is it...

[The miner falls down to the ground. ]

Infected Miner : ......

[Faintly, he can hear footsteps approaching. ]

Distant Voice : Is someone there?
I'll take a look—
No, please let me...
I can sense that it's only a poor soul who has suffered much.

[The footsteps come closer. ]

??? : Exhausted, dehydrated, starved...
You're Infected too.

Infected Miner : *cough* *cough*!

Anxious Voice : He's one of us, comrades!
Please, save him, just as you saved all of us—
Perform your miracle!

??? : It's not a miracle...
Oripathy is not the main reason for his pain. I can only stop his illness from tormenting him, but I cannot give him food, clean water, or a safe place to sleep.
I can't perform miracles. I'm not all-powerful. I simply... believe.

Pious Voice : You're always so humble. We understand.

??? : ...Can you hear me, sir?
I'll hold your hand...
'Believe. Believe in our life.'
'Believe in our body and mind, believe every beat of our heart, believe every inhale and exhale.'
'Believe that we are the source of all strength.'
No longer will you live in fear of death.

「The pain brought about by the rapid growth of Originium in his body begin to fade.
He can still hear the voices, but he is no longer writhing in pain. 」

Infected Miner : Wh-Who are you?
You saved me...
*cough* *cough*—
What can I do to repay you?

??? : You can call me Hierda, like everyone else here.

Anxious Voice : A miracle—
Hierda has once again saved our comrade!
She saved all of us! With her motherly caress, she takes away our pain!
Hierda!

Pious Voice : Hierda.

Many Voices : Hierda!

Infected Miner : Hierda... Hierda.

Hierda : Yes, that is my name.

Infected Miner : What do you look like? I can't see you clearly, or any of the others...

Hierda : Your head is wounded. Did you fall and hurt yourself?
Maybe a mild brain hemorrhage is affecting your vision. Don't worry, we can help you walk...
Where are you going?

Infected Miner : I don't know...

Hierda : Then come with us, for now.

Pious Voice : You're taking us to a place without pain, right?

Hierda : Yes, as long as you're willing to come with me...

Hierda : As long as we believe.

<Background fades out and in>