mizuki

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Those without strength become 'prey'.

Those with strength are disposed to be 'hunters'.

Buried in ruins at death's door, awaiting the quiet reaper's call,

this sort of 'truth' is the very first thing one learns.

Perhaps my understanding is flawed, but does the handling method Rhodes Island has chosen fall under the... cooperation you mentioned?

Our liaison was precisely to discuss that, but it seems you've arrived a few hours ahead of schedule.

I would imagine that even on dry land, arriving earlier than the designated time ought not undermine trust.

And even in Ægir, traipsing through the entryway of another's home without so much as a greeting ought not constitute etiquette.

You remain quite eloquent, but I have no intention of apologizing. Moreover...

Before the Ægir's voice reaches, she has already reappeared over ten meters away, standing before the door at corridor's end as if she had been there all along.

Only her voice, left to linger in the hallway, attests to her movement.

She presses her lance lightly against the solitary door, covered in pale blue stickers. Her expression communicates both disgust and indignation, yet her breathing is calm and unperturbed.

Forgive me for asking, but what purpose could compel you to allow a room of this kind, Dame Kal'tsit?

As I described in my letter, those living quarters belong to another partner of Rhodes Island.

Do I mishear you? It is my solemn hope that you have not been drawing inspiration from that school of lunatics and their revolting technology.

Rest assured that we will not attempt to contend with a menace threatening to engulf this land by making use of a different one.

That is a relief above any other.

An oblique notch is abruptly slashed into the tough alloy of the doorway, and in one audible movement the Ægir's foot elegantly pries it apart into two clean halves.

She disappears through it, sweeps across the room as if searching, and reappears with nothing to show, all in the blink of an eye.

How bizarre. I've somehow managed to mistake the scent of those dregs.

Or perhaps I should have realized that when you never lifted a finger to stop me, it was not out of acquiescence.

Setting aside your combat skills, I fear the Abyssal Hunters must also learn to control their emotions when faced with their old enemy.

Although their present evolution is but the fruit of selective pressures, unguided by intellect, there may always come a day when they reach that milestone.

Keh. Assume they do. Perhaps, one day, I will indeed try and resist the urge to mangle those filthy beings just long enough to understand their intent.

Tell me, then. Does Rhodes Island house these things simply to teach me that valuable lesson?

I had no intention of playing games with you. My confidence in the Abyssal Hunters' remarkable drive to action simply meant I couldn't let this conversation end before it began.

And for whose sake does your firm believe my Hunters so carefully and cautiously interact with you all? Keeping far from the landship, daring not to be wounded or shed blood?

The information we can obtain from the subject's physiology is worth far more than the brutal death of a single Sea Terror. As a designer of warfare yourself, you should understand this.

I've transferred the cooperating subject known as 'Mizuki' elsewhere for the time being. I hope we can now have an even-tempered discussion and reach an equally rational conclusion.

The 'good' who create and contribute to their race.

The 'bad' who plunder and waste the resources of their race.

Only after leaving the village and encountering a great deal of strangers,

was it slowly realized that individuals drew such a decisive 'difference' between themselves.

Several months ago

City of Dossoles, Bolívar

Alright, looks like the Singas guys took the bait! Quick, tell our men to follow the plan!

Uh, got it.

When this is all over, our brothers will finally be... truly free!

The explosion didn't alert Ms. Candela, did it?

Reporting in, no. Our informants have been shadowing her the whole time. She's never left the room, and hasn't sent out any instructions.

Excellent. It's still a few hours until sunrise. That's plenty of time for a cover-up.

We can't let her catch wind of our explosives. The only thing she won't ignore is anything that risks her city plates getting destroyed and scaring the bastards living it up here.

Have we found out who was responsible for the warehouse yet?

Reporting in, it was two mercenaries from True Bolívarians.

But we can't link to their comm terminals, and they're not in their hideout. Our guys are on their trail right now.

Any moves from the Singas side? With the Championship coming up, they should be asking Ms. Candela what the hell's going on, after their guys got hurt in an explosion.

Apparently they're looking for someone. Based on what little we've overheard, they're calling whoever it is 'those kids'.

Wasn't there a Leithanian youth choir staying at a pub near the warehouse recently?

Were any of the pub's employees caught in the explosion?

Reporting in. We've checked everyone's IDs. Practically all of them were pub security. And simultaneously Singas government soldiers, of course.

Haha, looks like those two mercenaries got both us and the Singas guys good.

If the Singas people aren't complaining to Ms. Candela, then maybe they were planning to buy the explosives from them...

And the True Bolívarians side used the deal as a trap to lure in and blow up the Singases in the pub. Taking the opportunity to kidnap the VIPs too—the 'kids'.

What? That takes some balls... What's the plan, then?

Prioritize staging it to look like a fire, just your everyday accident. Ms. Candela needs to believe that.

Maybe if we can find the kids first, we'll have even more room to bargain with the Singases...

Reporting in! We just intercepted an anonymous message on its way to the police terminals.

It's got info on True Bolívarians kidnapping the Leithanian choir, as well as some coordinates.

Right now we're the only ones with the tip-off. What's our next move?

Wipe all traces of it immediately! We can't let Ms. Candela's people find out.

The coordinates are probably fake. Don't jump the gun. Just seal all routes out of the city, and focus on making it look like a fire.

On it!

What the hell's going on...? Who's behind this? Who would it even benefit?

...Who's there?

Shoot, he's really sharp. But he'll have to try a little harder if he wants to find me.

Hm... I can't just ignore it when bad guys are doing bad things to children.

Come to think of it, they arrived from Leithanien on the same merchant ship I was on, only a couple days ago. It's like fate, kinda.

I haven't even heard them sing on the big stage yet. Can't waste the ticket I bought.

Tch. How can a pub have so many guards? We dealt with every last one we drew out, and there were still all those guys left.

But, uh, our brothers more or less dealt with them, so it worked out...

Hmph, goddamn Singas tools. Why guard those kids with all those men in the middle of the night?

It feels like they're... guarding the kids themselves? Or else their people will run? Weird...

You might just be onto something. Could really be what's happening.

Huh?

Think. None of our brothers actually want to get into this random shit with those True Bolívarians, do they? Maybe we're all planning to make a run for it?

Yeah... Yeah, but I always thought Pancho's ideas made some sense...

Hey. Who gives a shit what makes sense? It can be the biggest no-brainer and it's still useless if he can't take the city with it.

And well, even if he does, all you can do with this city is skim dirty money off the top. It doesn't even have a single proper workyard.

He wants to fund the Bolívarian nation? Without support from the Columbians and Leithanians, I doubt he can fund even a single decent weapon.

But...

No buts. Even if there's a way, it's not for us guys under the hood to figure out.

Just listen to me, okay? Once this is over, we're all off to live the good life.

*Sigh*...

What are you sighing for?

Huh? Did I make a noise?

Maybe YOU can go live the good life, but who knows where the children you sold will end up?

Conchetumare, what carajo business is it to you?! Where did you even come from, pendejo? I'll sell you with the rest of 'em!

Yeek!

What're you so scared of?

My knife... I was gonna slash him, y'know, show some blood to freak him out, but the knife just kinda rolled up!

Useless garbage! What'd I just say about these crappy weapons? They wouldn't do shit to a baby.

Also, watch the kid's skin. Soft and smooth sells. No cutting, just follow my lead...

Urk...

Why are you lying down? Let's catch him... guh? The room's tilting! I can't stand!

Urgh...

Tch. Pendejo. What goddamn evil shit are you? You got cups on your shoes or something? How are you standing on this steep-ass...

Huh? You're the ones standing crooked to me. Must be why you think everything else is wonky, and you're the only ones standing straight, huh?

Tch! Who sent you? What kinda Leithanian black magic is this? What the hell are you, kid?!

So, just what is he?;......;Why do we have to be so on guard?