Глава 12

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...

...Can you let me go?

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.

Do you also call yourself a Victorian Sarkaz?

No, I'm a Kazdel Sarkaz.

Wait, but... if you're a Kazdel Sarkaz...? Then why are you...?

Aren't you working for General Manfred and the Military Commission?

I work only for myself.

Where's this ship headed?

I don't like seeing kids suffer.

I... I don't know...

I really don't!

What exactly is your job here?

Um... being a Sarkaz mercenary?

Heh. A Sarkaz mercenary who hasn't killed before.

You can't even silently draw your weapon while being captured.

What's Manfred even planning to do here? Open a kindergarten?

General Manfred says he wants me to learn what war is.

Well, how's that going?

I think it's just people killing another group of people.

Congratulations, we share the same view.

This ship sure flies high.

The General says it's because it's a revenant.

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?

I...

Alright, you don't know anything at all.

What's your name?

Paprika.

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.

For a Sarkaz mercenary, is that... not honorable?

For a Sarkaz mercenary, honor is the worst kind of shame.

Okay.

You've been to Kazdel before, right? What is it like?

My old captain told me that it's our homeland.

Where did you grow up?

Columbia.

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 <i>that's</i> Kazdel.

Sounds like most people wouldn't like it.

Then why... why do so many Sarkaz call it home?

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.

Or maybe you think that... because you're not a Sarkaz?

You like to ask questions, little girl, but that's not a good habit in wartime.

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.

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.

Fixed

Because you can only survive as a Sarkaz.

And when it comes to surviving, your feelings don't matter at all.

And that's why you joined this war with the Sarkaz?

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.

General Manfred lent me a book, <i>A History of Sarkaz War.</i>

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.

You don't believe this war can save us all... Then what do you believe in?

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.

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.

It's been a while, 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.

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.

Should I be glad that Hoederer's partner is so sharp?