novelIndependent Action Taken as Casually as a Convenience Store Donation >> Domination of the North American Central Demilitarized Line (2)
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"B-but, " asked Myonri."Will these people really be swayed by their claims if they're only saving the people from the weapons they themselves fired???"
"What you see as the truth relies a lot on your point of view. They're claiming the Legitimacy Kingdom is causing all the trouble and the Faith Organization is going out of their way to do the dirty work needed to evacuate everyone to safety. And they'll probably explain away their insurgents violently taking over the mall by calling it a planned redistribution of personnel. In emergencies, the people with guns will grow bolder and the people without guns will want to rely on them. They might just be able to remake themselves from conquerors to dark heroes."
Anyone could figure out which side was telling the truth if they compared all the data and rationally analyzed it, but the people caught in the middle had essentially been thrown into a giant three-dimensional maze. Only people like Quenser's group who had military connections could prepare the kind of environment needed to find the answer.
"This is not going to be fun... Once they pass a certain point, they might create a sort of 'atmosphere'. Enough people will be saying it's true to silence those with doubts and everyone will just go along with it."
"B-but this is a silo city of hundreds of thousands of people if you count the underground portion."
"There's only about ten thousand on the surface and they're something like a small village society cut off from the rest of the world. I just hope this doesn't get as out of hand as the Salem witch trials."
Just then, they saw someone running by the home carpentry shelves while giving no thought to lines of fire or cover. He had already broken the rules, but he seemed to seriously believe no bullet would hit him.
"It's that panicked sheriff!"
"We can talk later! We need to restrain him first!"
Quenser shoved a nearby shopping cart into empty space so the eyes and guns on the first floor and the atrium's second floor would focus on it. Heivia and Myonri fired on the unnatural movements that produced while they also charged from the register area to the home carpentry section.
"From this, I'm guessing they haven't taken over the security room and gotten control of the security cameras."
"More importantly, that fatso. Damn, why couldn't it be a revolver-worshiping cute gunman girl in tight shorts? This is really affecting my motivation!!"
Heivia's hands finally reached the sheriff.
He grabbed the man's shoulders, spun him around, and prepared to slam him to the floor again, but Myonri held her small submachinegun out toward a shelf of power tools.
There was a burst of gunfire, but she did not stop moving. Before Quenser could voice his confusion, the shelf collapsed toward them. By the time he realized it had been tackled from the other side, Heivia and the sheriff were trapped beneath it.
Quenser fell on his butt and just barely avoided the same fate because Myonri pulled him back with her empty hand. She then faced the Faith Organization soldier who had walked up the diagonally-collapsed shelf and was preparing to fire his assault rifle. She fired a 9mm bullet from her submachinegun onehanded.
But this was no time to adore that scene of a surprisingly active girl.
After breathing a sigh of relief and looking back, Quenser saw another Faith Organization uniform.
"Ah, ah, awahhh!?"
His mind went almost entirely blank and he slapped on Myonri's calf, but the stubbly middle-aged man aimed his military shotgun before the boy could finish communicating the threat.
Just before everyone was turned to mincemeat, the shotgun man tripped and fell backwards. Spray paint cans had apparently tumbled out of the fallen shelf and the man had stepped on one.
This was his only chance.
Quenser tearfully leaped toward the fallen soldier. Quenser was on top, but the man used just his arm strength to punch the boy in the bridge of the nose and the boy's vision grew white. Instead of looking for a weapon, his searching hands were looking for some kind of support to keep him from collapsing backwards, but they happened across a rough device. And instead of a unit for sale, this was apparently a display unit used for instore demonstrations.
It was a chainsaw meant for chopping down trees.
"Ah."
Already, the Faith Organization man was slipping out from under Quenser and pulling a handgun from the holster at his hip. It would take less than three seconds to flick off the safety with his thumb and take aim. Quenser needed to go all out if he was to survive. Even a moment's hesitation would mean death. At any rate, he had no time. And unfortunately, his opponent was not a cute and sickly little sister. It was just some macho man.
He had his answer: His own life took precedence here!
"No... I'm really not that cruel a person... ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"
The roaring sound effect was one heard more often in comical splatter films these days than in serious horror films. Battlefield Student Quenser Barbotage tearfully learned just how difficult the device he held was to keep under control and just how much blood and whatnot splattered back onto him.
The details will be skipped, so here is the pure result: Sliced vertically in two.
"Gyahhh!!"
There was a scream and the sheriff took off running again after seeing Quenser covered in blood. (That was just blood, wasn't it?) He apparently was not the type to have his legs give out when it really mattered. And Heivia sounded utterly exasperated.
"I can't really blame the guy. No one would think someone so soaked in red was here to spread love and justice."
At any rate, they had to rescue that sheriff. If he had fled, they had to give pursuit.
That was when they heard some muffled gunfire overhead.
Heivia seemed to understand just from the sound.
"... Those aren't our guns."
"The Faith Organization then." Bloody Catastrophe Quenser looked up to the ceiling."But what are they firing at now?"
Quenser, Heivia, and Myonri walked cautiously across the first floor and found the stairs up to the second floor.
Someone waved at them there.
They had found another group in Legitimacy Kingdom uniforms who had apparently entered through a different route. Surprisingly, Base Commander Frolaytia was with them, handgun drawn.
"(What are you doing here? You're the commander, aren't you!?)"
"(You pawns didn't do your job, so the king was caught in the firefight. And Quenser, what happened with you? Did you get caught in some kind of ritual!?)"
The gunfire continued.
In fact, it seemed to be intensifying.
"(Be on your guard, everyone. )"
On Frolaytia's instructions, the two teams climbed the gently curving stairs. This seemed to be a section for children's toys. But that meant things like plastic trains and train tracks, not video games.
They heard some kind of argument.
One side seemed to be that sheriff. But who was the other side?
"What is this about hexavalent chromium? Why do metal detectors go off in the ground around here!? You're with the Faith Organization, so you have to know the answer!!"
"Shut up! Can't you tell we have more important matters to deal with!?"
"More important matters!? Do our lives mean nothing to you!?"
"So it didn't take root in you. Then I'll show you what happened to those people... by doing the same to you!!"
Heivia and Frolaytia clicked their tongues and started forward.
Just as they entered the children's toy section, they came to a stop.
A colorful world awaited them there.
Being a fancy toy section was not necessarily a good thing.
Couldn't a cute mascot look creepy depending on where it was located? For example, seeing the head of a mascot costume at an abandoned amusement park, seeing a mascot sign for a pharmacy or cake shop in the garbage dump, or seeing a stuffed animal floating in a muddy river.
This was an extreme version of that.
The Faith Organization soldiers were sliced despite their bulletproof jackets and they collapsed with blood erupting from their wounds.
And the smiling dress-up dolls and mascots had all that red liquid dumped over them.
This death was not brought by bullets or bombs.
Some were stabbed and others were sliced diagonally.
The battle still raged on.
On one side was the Faith Organization armed with short-barrel carbines and grenade launchers. On the other side was a mysterious group carrying assault rifles that decorated cutting-edge weapons with old-fashioned wooden stocks and bayonets.
However, neither of those were the crux of the issue.
"... What the hell... ?"
Heivia observed through his assault rifle's sight and his fingertips seemed frozen in place. That was how much difficulty his brain was having processing the sight.
It was a katana.
That single silver blade was taking life after life.
At the center of the mysterious group was a silver-haired man wielding an Island Nation sword. He wore a glossy black tailcoat that looked better fit for a stage magician than the host of an evening party and most certainly did not suit a wasteland of dried stone and cactuses. The hands holding the hilt were even covered by white gloves.
Normally thinking, a sword had no way of defeating guns. But when this man danced, the Faith Organization soldiers equipped with the latest gear were cut down with bizarre ease. When one soldier tried to put together a spring-powered anti-tank weapon, the warhead was sliced in two. Others were decapitated when their necks were horizontally slashed since they tended to have little to no bulletproof gear there.
Quenser was overwhelmed by that storm of blood, but Heivia noticed something and frowned.
"Wait... it isn't that this katana guy is super skilled. The bayonet group is using their bullets to move the Faith Organization into range of his blade. They're like hunting dogs driving the prey out of the bushes."
That meant this was a stage prepared for the tailcoat man to enjoy hitting an enemy whenever he swung his sword. He got to live out his knightly fantasy of a sword defeating guns.
Which side were they supposed to target first?
There was no time to hesitate. The last Faith Organization soldier kicked away the sheriff clinging to him, tried to hide behind cover, and was pinned in place by bullets. Then he was cut down as the store shelf he was using as cover was sliced diagonally through by the katana.
That was a frightening demonstration of skill, but it was also an opportunity.
When you grasped victory, were freed from the tension, and breathed a sigh of relief was exactly when the grim reaper would smile your way on the battlefield.
"(Split up, fire on them from two directions, and drive them to the window. But don't hit the sheriff on the floor there. If we don't give them freedom to move, we can manage... )"
Heivia tried to communicate with the others using hand signals, but then Frolaytia raised a hand. The military was a vertically structured society. If their commanding officer intervened, they had to obey no matter what.
"O..."
Frolaytia was the one who finally spoke.
The sadistic, busty, and silver-haired commander sounded confused as she spoke to the tailcoat young man who took an almost transparently thin piece of Island Nation paper from one of the bayonet soldiers who apparently worked for him, folded the paper in two over the back of the katana blade, and wiped off the blood and fat.
"Onii-chan, what are you doing here???"
That had done it.
All the rules governing humanity had collapsed.
Part 7
Everything was blown from the idiots' minds: that they were in the Greater Canyon where the Capitalist Corporations and Information Alliance stared each other down, that the Legitimacy Kingdom and Faith Organization were in conflict, that the silo city was in danger, and even that an old-fashioned blade had defeated rifle bullets and anti-tank weapons.
Onii-chan.
Had that busty old woman really used that cutesy Island Nation term!!???
"Why!? There's something wrong with this! You can't just suddenly claim you're a little sister character when you look like that! Even if every cute twintail girl will eventually grow up into a wrinkly old hag!!"
"I won't accept this! I refuse to let anyone with an F-cup or higher call herself a little sister!! Mine's pretty bad too, but what are you!? A bamboo shoot that grew too much and turned into full-on bamboo!?"
"What was that you slipped in there about 'mine'!? Wait, were you bragging!?"
"She doesn't count as a little sister!!"
While the two idiots argued and fought over this unfair world and while even a worrier like Myonri stopped paying any attention to them, Frolaytia looked as awkward as a child who had seen her parent during parent day at school.
But then someone provided a verbal finishing blow.
One of his bodyguards – a woman who looked like a maid or a tutor – held out a handkerchief, so the gentleman wiped the sweat from his face as he spoke.
"Hello, hello. Nice to meet you. I am Bloodrics Capistrano. From the look of things, can I assume you have been looking after my cute little sister?"
"Onii-chan."
The young man smiled cheerfully while surrounded by sliced corpses.
The bodyguards around him seemed to be maids and tutors, but he had likely selected them on a different basis than a perverted old man with too much money would. Some were gray-haired women and others were young children, so he must have selected them based purely on skills ranging from housework to combat instead of looks or age.
His black tailcoat was exactly the sort of out-of-touch outfit one would expect of a noble and he returned the cleaned white blade to its sheath with practiced hand.
"The Capistrano family has been male for generations, so a girl like Tia-chan is quite rare. All of her brothers were always fighting over her, so we ended up quite knowledgeable in fighting etiquette. Although I am sure I made a fool of myself in front of professionals like you."
"Tia-chan? Did he say Tia-chan!?"
A stir ran through the Legitimacy Kingdom soldiers and Quenser blankly muttered a comment.
"Your sibling fights were always on this level... ???"
"I never want to have a noble's duel with them. They're sure to have their maids tackle me beforehand so I have to face them with a sprained ankle..."
When Frolaytia blushed and cleared her throat, the surrounding soldiers finally began searching the surrounding area. But as they had kind of expected, there were no Faith Organization soldiers left.
"Onii-... ahem... Bloodrics's hobby is charity work. He has a bad habit of cutting a family check as casually as someone tossing change into the donation box next to a convenience store register. It was only a safe country issue, but his actions once brought Barcelona a step away from independence."
"He takes independent action on a whim? What a pain in the ass!"
"D-don't say that. This is the kind of rich person you really don't want to make mad."
Quenser and Myonri said something, but Bloodrics himself did not seem to mind at all.
"By the way, Tia-chan, what is this odd smell in your hair? It's somewhat sweet but somewhat bitter."
"(Gulp!?)"
"That's right! Listen to this, Frolaytia's brother! She doesn't play fair at all! She won't let anyone else have any personal items, but she has her pi-..."
"Reward kick!!!!!!"
Seeing Heivia lifted 15cm from the ground thanks to a kick to the balls from behind, Quenser decided not to say anything like a reporter succumbing to powerful pressure.
"Ho... ho ho ho. The military can be so old-fashioned, so there are a lot of troublesome officers who smoke right in front of their subordinates. Maybe some of the smell got on me during the meeting we had earlier."
Frolaytia poked her index fingers together in front of her ample chest, gave her brother an upturned look, and fidgeted (while one of her men lay at her feet holding his crotch and looking as lifeless as a cicada shell).
"If you've left the safety of Paris to come to this chaotic place, I assume it's your usual disease. Onii-chan, didn't I tell you not to leave the safe countries!?"
"Hah hah hah. It is true I wanted to see my cute little sister at work, but that is not why I am here today. Did you know, Tia-chan, that there are children out there who do not have clean water to drink?"
"How many times have I told you that more than 60% of those silly banner ads are from scammers!? Not to mention that you give them so much money that they stand out too much in the underworld and are eventually destroyed over it!!"
"What are you talking about, Tia-chan? That means the remaining 40% are actually from people in need. Instead of worrying over the result of each individual one, you need to think about how you're bound to help someone eventually."
As a commoner, Quenser started staring into the distance. This was someone who had never had to put in an honest day's work in his life. The amount of money involved was too great for scammers to handle, so he might as well have been dropping bombs made from stacks of cash.
Then Frolaytia's men found something while searching the area.
Since this was the toy section for small children, there was a large multi-use bathroom nearby which could be used for changing diapers. Three blonde girls were escorted out of there.
Their hairstyles were different, but their facial features were startlingly similar. They were probably triplets.
"Oh. Those three are the managers of the charity site operating in this silo city. This is Rica, Alisa, and Orsia. Um... but which was which again???"
Bloodrics tried to introduce them yet ended up confused, but the trio did not seem to mind. They were wearing matching red tank tops and miniskirts that made them look like a cheerleader-style dance team, so they may have been accustomed to being mistaken for each other.
"I had no real plans here. This was just an offline meeting."
"An offline meeting? Is that why you're wearing that party outfit, you out-of-touch idiot? And this isn't a café or a karaoke box; it's the Greater Canyon trapped between the Capitalist Corporations and Information Alliance home countries..."
"Everywhere is the same, Tia-chan. For the earth is round!!"
"Oh, shut up!!"
It was neat seeing this new side to Frolaytia, but this was not something they could just ignore. It was clear now that Bloodrics really was the older brother and Frolaytia really was the younger sister. Compared side by side, the busty silver-haired commander looked downright sensible.
And a few phrases had caught Quenser's attention, so he hesitantly raised a hand.
"If Frolaytia's brother was having an offline meeting here, does that mean this silo city was preparing to declare independence?"
"Well, this was already a blank zone, so it didn't belong to any of the world powers in the first place. But they were actually rather reliant on the Capitalist Corporations and the Information Alliance. And the people of this city seem to think they have grown independent by doing support work for the Faith Organization, but that is not true either. So I thought opening a proper air hole here and giving them true independence from external influence would help both the world and the people here."
"Was it those girls there who planted this information in my stupid brother's head!? How much money did you take from our bank account!?"
"Hmm, " groaned Quenser as he looked up at the ceiling (and ignored Major Capistrano's desperation).
And he got right to the point.
"Wouldn't that get in the way of the Faith Organization's disposable personnel acquisition scheme they're using to make their springs out of toxic hexavalent chromium?"
Part 8
Once he finally recovered from the intense pain, Heivia rejoined the conversation.
They still did not know what the Faith Organization was hoping to accomplish with all this violence, but aside from the hexavalent chromium factories, it had been suggested that they could spread their faith more easily if they created the perfect amount of tension to lead people to cling to a god.
"If the Jack in the Box's unit is moving north to south along the Greater Canyon while taking over the silo cities and dyeing them in their own colors... wouldn't they be directly opposed to what Bloodrics's group is trying to do?"
If the people could gain independence through something other than faith, they would stop gathering at the Faith Organization factories. Then the Faith Organization would lose their means of constructing powerful weaponized springs out of hexavalent chromium.
They were trying to (quite forcibly) take control of the shopping mall that had been designated a wide area wartime shelter, but controlling the people's hearts with various supplies was only the means. A lot was still unknown about the actual objective they were hoping to accomplish with that.
What if they had some other plans there?
"What if their intelligence agency learned about that offline meeting between Bloodrics and... those triplets? Couldn't they have stirred up all this chaos to cause a panic and rid themselves of that nuisance???"
"..."
When Frolaytia put her hands on her hips and started glaring at him, the katana-wielding brother in a tailcoat grew flustered at the sudden reversal of positions.
"I-I am relieved to see you have such skilled people at your disposal, Tia-chan."
"Is that all you have to say for yourself?"
"But what was I supposed to do!? I'm a civilian! I connect a commercial computer up to a router from the ISP and protect myself by updating the OS and security software. What else could I do!?"
"If you can only protect your data like that, you shouldn't be getting involved in dangerous battlefield countries full of professionals!!"
"Oh, but I did set up a... was it called a proxy server? You see, Rica and Orsia helped me out online and Arisa used a remote server to set up this confusing password for it all."
"Okay, okay. I get it, so shut up and let me punch you!!"
No one could quite figure out which part of this to comment on first, but they had to keep the conversation moving.
"But why is the Faith Organization so fixated on the silo cities?" asked Myonri with a tilt of the head."I mean, I know they want those springs made from hexavalent chromium, but is that really all?"
"Mhu hu hu."
She was answered by a strange laugh.
They looked over to see one of the triplets in red cheerleader-style tank tops and miniskirts... but which one was this? The ample curves barely contained by the tank top meant it was Rica or Arisa who was laughing with her hand over her mouth.
The three of them pressed their cheeks together as they spoke.
"It might be that new faith we've heard about☆"
"New... what???"
Quenser sounded skeptical, so the trio took turns moving their lovely lips.
"We have heard rumors of the hard labor used for the hexavalent chromium."
"But the Faith Organization apparently hasn't really been manipulating any information to twist how the people of the city explain away the people who collapse and disappear."
"The people invent their own stories about the technicians and factory chiefs. The Faith Organization might be monitoring how people come to terms with the mysterious things occurring before their eyes. They see how the people protect the 'myth of safety' that they don't want to fall apart."
It may not have mattered which was which.
The three of them formed a single whole that provided opinions aimed in the same direction.
"So it did not matter to the Faith Organization if the truth came to light."
"They wanted to see whether or not the present relationship would fall apart afterwards."
"Yes, the people might say the workers' noble sacrifices placed their souls in the Object's main cannon so they could unleash their power to defeat their hated enemy. The Faith Organization wanted to see if that faith would take root in them."
The triplets giggled as they explained just how horrific the Faith Organization was.
... But even if this was not confirmed, did it sound more in line with the Faith Organization's way of doing things than the simple benefit of the springs?
The Faith Organization was in the extremely dangerous Greater Canyon where the Capitalist Corporations and Information Alliance stared each other down and they had risked pulling the trigger on the end of the world in order to take over these silo cities. Why?... People's souls reside in springs. It sounded absurd in isolation like that, but they had wanted to see if it would develop into a proper faith. And if need be, they would protect that faith... just not the people who held it.
This was a delicate time when the faith had yet to fully take root and it could go either way. It was possible the bubble could burst. The Faith Organization felt like a mother bird incubating its precious egg, so they would make sure they got the result they wanted even if it took some desperate measures.
"I can't believe this..." Heivia scratched his head."This goes way deeper than I thought."
"This doesn't change what we need to do. We can bring this all to a close if we construct our maintenance base over the silo city and buy enough time to crush the Faith Organization's Jack in the Box."
Part 9
He had been left behind.
Sheriff Thomas Goldenclipper had been left behind by the rapid series of events.
It was true this was too much for him to handle.
A military clash between the Legitimacy Kingdom and the Faith Organization was not something he could solve with a six-shot revolver he had not fired since training. On a sheriff's paltry salary, he could not hope to match that rich noble who bombed people with checks or the triplet managers of a charity site.
What was the truth behind the Faith Organization's smiles?
Or the temporary factories that supported everyone's lives?
Or the hexavalent chromium?
Or the whereabouts of the ring that formed a pair with his?
The closer he approached the truth, the harder it was to bear. There was no hope to be found anywhere. If it was this painful, it might have been easier to stop and curl up in a ball. He truly, truly, truly thought that. He believed he was only putting up a meaningless struggle that would not benefit him in the slightest.
But.
Even so...
"... Shut up..."
His voice was barely audible.
His knees were shaking while speaking to boys and girls who were not even half his age and could only be called children. Heat built up deep in his head and his tear ducts threatened to open.
But he said it.
He managed to say it. And once the first words left his mouth, he could see no reason to hold back.
"The Faith Organization's factories? The truth of the hexavalent chromium? They're waiting for us to start believing those are noble sacrifices and those people's souls live on in the Object? I don't know what you're talking about!!... I won't be swayed so easily! I won't just obey you! Sure, the Faith Organization has done some bad things, but that doesn't mean I'm going to side with the Legitimacy Kingdom!! Dammit, don't screw with us! We are human beings! Don't screw around with our lives!!"
The rule of law tended to be slow to act in blank zones not ruled by any of the four world powers. People's emotions tended to take precedence over explicit rules, so it was fairly common for people to take revenge after their lover was killed or the rich robbed them blind.
Idealism was useless here.
He knew that. He knew that all too well.
And yet...
"Listen!! No matter how painful it is – even if it feels like walking barefoot down a path of shattered glass – I will not stop!! Because it's my duty to protect the people of this city!! Laugh if you want! Hold your sides and have a nice guffaw about how powerless, fragile, and unrealistic I am!! But I still carry that duty! I'm a sheriff who carries the pride of this city's people with this badge on my chest! So I will look this head-on no matter how painful it is. I will not look away! You hear me!? I will not!!!!!"
He had decided he would be a sheriff.
That reason might seem pathetic to people who had to think about the fate of the world, but he had still decided to take this path. He could not fire a gun very well and his belly had grown fat from so much coffee and donuts, but he had decided to make this a peaceful city and he had worked to that end until this very day.
How could he throw that out now?
If he could not be idealistic, who in this city could?
If a volcano erupted or a hurricane of unprecedented size blew in, there was no way for a sheriff to stop it. But could he abandon his duty just because there was nothing he could do? He still had to climb into his dented police car that had been fixed up until it was just barely presentable, he had to drive around, and he had to search for anyone who had failed to evacuate or anyone taking advantage of the situation to loot or steal.
"... This is our city."
How could he abandon his duty?
Someone important to him may have been poisoned to the marrow by a toxic substance and then buried in the wasteland as an expendable pawn. The more he thought about it, the more horrifying it was, but he still could not abandon his duty.
Who would collect their bones?
Who could search out the truth?
That obviously was not a job for some outsider soldiers.
It had to be the police or sheriffs with roots in that city.
"I don't care about the fate of the world or friction between the world powers!! Silo City – Giant Pizza is a peaceful city that promises its law-abiding residents a happy life! Listen, I won't let some outsider soldiers trample over the truth. I won't let you move this to war!! I will preserve the crime scene, reveal the truth, and arrest the perp. Because that's my job!!!!!"
His opinion may have been wholly unrealistic.
He may have only been stopping the series of events around him.
For one thing, there was no guarantee of the usual rules applying when the Legitimacy Kingdom and Faith Organization had arrived with such extraordinary power. If someone here drew their gun and fired a shot between the foolish sheriff's eyes, it would likely end with no one being held responsible.
... He might die here.
He only now realized that, but he would not take back what he had said.
"I see. I can only assume you're prepared to back up those words with action."
The woman with long silver hair, who seemed to be the leader of these soldiers, turned a bit toward him.
And then something unexpected happened.
She brought her heels together, straightened her spine, and silently raised her right hand.
Someone who lived in an entirely different world saluted the fat sheriff with an entirely serious look on her face.
"We do not have time to prepare the official paperwork, so I can unfortunately only make a verbal agreement. Nevertheless, the Legitimacy Kingdom's 37th Mobile Maintenance Battalion will now place full authority of evacuating Silo City – Giant Pizza with the local police."
"Eh? Ah?"
"Here are the documents on the state of the city based on satellite and drone footage. And here are the documents on the population needing evacuation. I assume the local police would know this land better than us, but they might make useful reference material."
Thomas was utterly taken aback by this turn of events and the silver-haired commander winked at him while still saluting.
And with the slightly sweet aroma of smoke, her bewitching lips formed a smile.
"If you want to have your way, then keep at it to the end. If you think you can evacuate ten thousand people underground without any help from the military, then get to it. You can use that to get the better of us."
With that said, she turned around.
She gestured for her soldiers to leave with her and she grabbed her brother's ear as he watched on like he had played no part in this. Then she really did leave, dragging her brother along with her.
"..."
For a while, the sheriff forgot to even try to grasp what had just happened.
But he could not stand around forever.
This was a battle. It was a crucial battle over whether or not the people of this silo city could live proudly and without bowing down to anyone.
He had to preserve his dignity so they would not laugh and say "I told you so".
"I-I don't think I've ever been this busy!!"
Part 10
While following after their major (who was pulling on her brother's ear), Quenser and Heivia caused something of a commotion.
"Can you really just make that decision!? If the military isn't intervening in the silo city, then we can't place the maintenance base on top of it to fortify its defenses, can we!?"
"It's true this makes the silo city untouchable. But I said nothing about the area around it. We just have to surround it with our vehicles to form something like a fried egg. That still makes the place difficult to target for the Jack in the Box."
"... Are you serious? So we finally really are" acting as meat cushions..."
"Onii-ch-... Bloodrics, you have your personal troops draw back into the city. Their classification only allows them to engage in battle for self defense and they're civilians, but they're equipped well enough that the enemy probably can't tell them apart from the 37th's normal troops from a distance. That is our only way of keeping our promise with that sheriff and also placing the maintenance base zone on top of the silo city."
"Ehh? Then who's going to manage traffic on site!?"
It was said the military had formats and standards for everything, but things were not actually that tightly-controlled on site. Having the timetable fall to pieces due to a superior's independent decision or prejudice was as much a problem for civil servants as it was for workers at an exploitative business.
But no matter what reason the higher ups had and even if you were to blame, no one wanted to make up for the resultant delay.
Despite saying she would not interfere with civilian matters, Frolaytia stuffed her brother into a truck and gave a harsh order to the subordinates she trusted to have her back.
"Figure out how to make this work."
"How much must you exploit us!!!???"
"Don't forget that your life is on the line too, you busty commander!"
Incidentally, the charity site manager triplets did not stick with Bloodrics and seemed intent on following the sheriff's instructions to evacuate. This seemed to be the end of their offline meeting.
With the sheriff and Bloodrics's "civilian" troops looking after the silo city, the Legitimacy Kingdom potatoes boarded their military vehicles. Quenser and Heivia were separated from Myonri.
"This is the worst! I thought having that cutie around would help soothe the pain!! And if that busty commander is going to work us to death, she could at least wear a bikini while she does it!!"
"... Huh? Was that why she was dressed as a cow bikini cowgirl? Am I more loved than I thought???"
"Okay, I've heard enough. It's time to die, Quenser!!!!!!"
Their struggle led to the truck swerving, crashing into a telephone pole, and denting its bumper, so the two idiots calmed down quite quickly.
The repentant wise men spoke once more.
"How about we take this war seriously?"
"Yes, let's bring peace to the world, shall we?"
In a way, the idiots were in their most dangerous state as they left the city and entered the battlefield.
It truly was a wasteland.
Specifically, they were to the south of Giant Pizza. Their formation there was meant to stop the attacking Faith Organization unit.
A green land had failed to become a desert covered in fine sand, so it had instead become a scorching wasteland covered in cracked earth and stones with the color of brick. In places, a long river had deeply eroded the earth, creating different shelf-like levels of land.
As they drove their trucks through a land with only cactuses and unfamiliar weeds growing on it, their radios received a transmission.
"Baby Magnum to all. My movement seems to have drawn in the Faith Organization. I have confirmed the Jack in the Box's presence. The rest will be a race against time."
"Let's settle this by sunset and get out of the base tonight. I mean, the city's called Giant Pizza, so I've gotta have at least a slice before leaving here."
"I'm eating an eight inch olive and anchovy one right now."
"Already!? And isn't that a little big for a girl to eat on her own!?"
"Try playing a chess master while being shaken by extreme inertial Gs. Then you'll understand. Your mind and body both need carbs."
While holding that conversation, Quenser mentally sorted through what they had to do.
Their job here was to support the Baby Magnum.
The enemy Jack in the Box was an Object that used powerful springs and its main cannon was a metal shell cannon that concentrated the combined force of eight arms on a single point, just like a collapsible parabolic antenna or an umbrella frame. Instead of storing shells in a magazine or cartridges, liquid lead was released from the tip of the floats and wrapped around the base of the main cannon until it had the proper thickness in a baumkuchen-like shape.
It had incredible power, but it had a separate tail-like unit to negate the recoil of firing. The tail could move freely along a guiderail placed along the back 180 degrees of the spherical main body and it used a powerful spring to fire a giant stake. The stake was either fired in the opposite direction of the main cannon to negate the recoil or it was fired into the ground for a quick dash that would have been impossible for its static electricity propulsion system.
In other words, the Jack in the Box could not withstand its main cannon's recoil without that tail.
If they prevented the tail pile bunker from functioning properly, it would be unable to control the force it created itself and it would roll over.
"Now that a lot of the wasteland's sand is up in the air, we have to mix in some vaporized epoxy adhesive to change the viscosity of the air, right?"
"If we change the force of the tail pile bunker's kick, it can't keep its balance when it fires its main cannon. If a stronger kick than expected causes it to topple over, then we win."
Keeping something as large as an Object afloat was an impressive feat in and of itself, but a static electricity system like the Baby Magnum's was a worse match than an aircushion system that directly blew out air. To ensure this worked, they had thick chains hanging out the back of the trucks to drag along the ground as they drove.
"Wow, it's like we're in the middle of a sandstorm. It's gotten so dark."
"I guess it's time to get the adhesive mixed into all that sand."
"This is all based on the ideal outcome, right? Will this really stop the Object?"
"You can complain after seeing for yourself."
Just as they were discussing that, something happened.
Something massive tore through the air and instantly blew away that thick wall of sand.
"The main... cannon!?"
"Quenser, you idiot! You'll bite your tongue!!"
They did not have time to just sit around watching.
It did not matter how skillfully Heivia operated the steering wheel when all four of the truck's wheels left the ground. It fell on its side and then rolled a total of fourteen times.
Their view was now upside down and they could hear a transmission from the Baby Magnum, the one part of their force that had survived.
"Contact with Jack in the Box confirmed. Engaging."
"Dammit..."
Heivia kicked open the driver's side door and got out.
There was no cloud of dust or adhesive. They had lost the curtain that should have obscured their vision as the 50m Object and its simple main cannon stirred up the air. They also had no way of setting up that situation themselves. They could tell the eight arms were gathering strength in their springs and the sprayers at the tip of the floats were releasing liquid lead to form the baumkuchen-shaped shell at the base of the main cannon column.
"Get the hell out here too, you idiot! Quenser!! I've seen for myself, so it's time for me to complain! You really are the worst, you know that!?"
"Th-that's odd. I thought the electronic simulation division had calculated everything out..."
"Their computers are still on the fritz, so they've been doing it all pen-and-paper. That probably introduced some kind of error."
Quenser was the one who had not completely fixed the hub for the parallel machines, so in a roundabout way, he could not even complain to anyone else about it.
The very first move had betrayed their expectations.
The two Objects were firing back and forth at a distance of two or three kilometers, which was close range for an Object battle, but if they let the hectically-changing flow of time leave them behind, their lives were undoubtedly over. If they wanted to live, they had to come up with another plan.
Quenser grabbed his radio.
"Epoxy Team!! Are your sprayers made from air-conditioning units still working? If so, get them ready!!"
"This is Myonri. Um, our truck's tires were blown, but the device itself should still work."
"We'll meet up with you, so tell us where you are."
Heivia's eyes widened as he listened in.
"Are you continuing with that failed plan!? There's no way to get all the dust up in the air!!"
"That's not what I'm doing." Quenser was breathing heavily even while sitting on the ground."That static electricity propulsion device has to be spreading a repellant ahead of it. Creating an electric repulsive force between the ground and the Object is how both the Baby Magnum and the Jack in the Box stay afloat."
"Why does that matt-... you crazy son of a bitch."
"We spread the adhesive spray near the ground to clog up their sprayer. And once it's stopped, the Princess can blow it away with her main cannons!"
They did not have to stop the Jack in the Box as fully as a car with blown tires or a stalled engine. As long as it had trouble for just a few seconds, the Princess's straight right could accurately break the macho man's jaw.
"The surface is too risky. The ground is full of thick cracks, like a cookie someone dropped on the floor. Let's climb in there to make our way along."
"When the shaking of each cannon blast causes them to close up? We'd meet a worse fate than a worker caught in an industrial press!"
The two idiots complained as they crouched low and ran along the wasteland where two colossal weapons were duking it out. Myonri was waiting for them at her damaged truck. It did not matter if she was not as busty as Frolaytia or as beautiful as the Princess. A short, cute, and well-behaved girl was more than enough! Those Legitimacy Kingdom potatoes came preinstalled with an extremely high-level homing function that would hunt down anywhere with nice-smelling girls, no matter where that might be!!
"Hey, are you still alive!? Here are some reinforcements to reward you for clenching your teeth and sticking it out this long!!"
"I don't care if it's just Myonri! There's something missing in my life if I don't have someone firmly stepping on me!"
But after working up a sweat with fear squeezing at their hearts, those guys only found an empty and broken truck with a canopy over the back. Stones were scattered around from a cannon blast that must have scored a direct hit to the front. The windshield had shattered and the bumper was unbelievably dented. There was a simple winch on the front that made use of the truck's horsepower, but it too had been crushed and the finger-thick wire had been partially expelled.
And a hastily scratched-out note had been left on the side of the military truck.
"This is looking really bad, so we're getting out of here. Take care of the rest."
Their oasis had dried up.
The adventurers fell tearfully to their knees.
"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!?"
"No! I've had enough!! I don't care if it's a cute elf or a cute mermaid! A parallel world fantasy without any girls isn't a true parallel world at allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!"
It was unclear when exactly they had crossed over to another world, but screaming seemed to have released the limiters in their heads like a hammer throw contestant. It was best not to point out that the dam had burst long before this.
With plenty of chemicals pumping through his brain thanks to extreme exhaustion and his own scream, Quenser clung to the side of the khaki-colored truck, which was diagonally tilted due to the partially-removed tires, and crawled up on shaky legs.
"W-we have to win this... We have to win and survive..."
"Eh heh heh. Ah ha ha. Yes, I'll collect the legendary Echidna and make out with her all day long..."
The other boy had overclocked his brain to the point that he seemed stuck in a parallel world, but they had to keep moving if they were to win this.
The back of the canopy-covered truck contained a few devices made by taking apart the air-conditioning units at the maintenance base zone. Their intended use was to have their fans spread the particulate spray of adhesive into the air.
"I hate this world... I hate every last part of this world and its dearth of girls!!"
"Don't be silly. I mean, this virgin world is populated by nothing but pure girls and I was summoned here from earth as the one and only guy. Didn't you hear the explanation? Eh heh heh heh heh."
The Jack in the Box was not at all to blame for their complaints, but the two idiots continued preparing for battle based on a misguided fighting spirit.
And one of them shouted into his radio.
"Quenser to all. This isn't how we planned it, but I'm about to spread the adhesive!! Pay attention to the wind direction and wear your masks even if you aren't in the designated area! This might get your hair all dried-out, so run away if you care about your roots! Here we go!!"
"Ah!?... H-huh? I feel like I was just having the most wonderful dream. Why can't I stop crying... ?"
After twisting the hose nozzles attached to the drums and powering on the giant fans, Quenser left the area with the boy who had made a miraculous return.
The Baby Magnum and the Jack in the Box were moving back and forth with MMA-like footwork, which made it extremely difficult to predict their paths, but that did not mean it was completely impossible.
Yes, the Jack in the Box would drive a thick stake into the ground with its tail-like unit to make quick dashes faster than its static electricity system would allow.
(For one thing, it shouldn't get much of a repulsive force from driving that stake into fragile ground. This wasteland is especially fragile, so it should want to avoid anywhere with large cracks. )
Whether it was offensively messing with the enemy Object or defensively making an emergency evasion, the Jack in the Box's quick dashes were indispensable. If it failed just once there, it would grind to a halt, greatly increasing the threat of an attack from the Princess.
And while an Object was a collection of military secrets, the fragility of the ground below its feet could be judged by the naked eye.
All they had to do was keep an eye on the Jack in the Box's movement sand surreptitiously spread the adhesive spray along the tougher areas it was likely to travel through.
The Object used a static electricity system.
If they could clog up the repellant sprayers, they could keep the Faith Organization from moving. It did not have to be permanent. Even a few seconds would be enough.
Quenser held his radio to his mouth.
"I'm beginning distribution of the epoxy resin. The more solid areas the Jack in the Box prefers are marked on your map, right? Don't go there and get yourself destroyed, okay!?"
"Just give me the signal."
"Prepare a laser beam secondary cannon. If it moves to anywhere from D4 to F2, fire at its feet! The heat-hardening adhesive will react and clog up its repellant sprayers!!"
"Wait! Hold on, Quens-..."
Heivia seemed to realize something and quickly tried to stop him, but Quenser had already given the signal.
The two idiots' visions were filled with a flash hundreds of times brighter than welding light.
The laser beam itself could not be seen.
But when it scorched the ground, the secondary light and noise pushed up at them from below.
"Gwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"
Quenser held his eyes and writhed in pain. He could tell someone else was screaming nearby, but he never would have imagined it was Heivia trying to grab his collar, failing, throwing out his fist in frustration, and happening to hit a giant cactus.
(Damn. But that had to have worked! If the adhesive below the Jack in the Box reacted, then... !!)
He may have been lucky the laser beam had been a secondary cannon and not a main one. Quenser did not have to worry about going blind and his vision started to return after he rubbed his eyes for a few seconds. His vision was blurry, like it was covered in tears, but he could just barely make out the image.
(What happened to the Jack in the Box? Did the Princess manage to finish it off... ???)
He was not even 200 meters away from the monster.
Since it could no longer spread its repellant, it must have lost the ability to keep its 200, 000 ton mass afloat with static electricity. The Jack in the Box dug up a giant cloud of sand as its floats scraped at the ground and it was desperately trying to recover its balance after pitching forward. The tail that could freely move along the rear 180 degrees was sliding back and forth. It almost looked like a person on the edge of a building rooftop swinging their arms and legs around to regain their center of gravity.
Quenser knew it was working.
They had succeeded.
The Jack in the Box had been stopped. If the Princess fired one of her main cannons now, she could blast right through the spherical main body. This would end it. The Baby Magnum circled around the enemy Object, moved its seven arms, and prepared to fire low-stability plasma cannons to end this.
A moment later, the Jack in the Box stabbed its tail into the ground and leaped to the side.
It weighed as much as two old-fashioned nuclear aircraft carriers. But despite weighing more than 200, 000 tons, it nimbly evaded.
It slipped through the gaps in the seven bluish-white lines of the Princess's low-stability plasma cannons.
Quenser, Heivia, and even the nearby cactuses and the destroyed military truck were lifted from the ground. It was almost like the entire ground had become a trampoline, but the forces were simply too great. Around the point the tail had struck, incredible cracks ran out like a window pierced by the tip of an umbrella.
After falling back to the ground, Quenser was nearly crushed by the rolling truck, but he did not have time to scream about something so trivial.
After skillfully dodging, where exactly had the Jack in the Box flown?
It was coming.
It was coming here!?
"Oh, no!! Heivia, run away!! We'll be caught in the middle!!"
"When the hell did you learn the Island Nation's sexy kunoichi replacement techni-... wahhh!? What the hell is that, goddammit!?"
If that 200, 000-ton mass reached them, they would be turned to mincemeat. The two idiots must have thought that being on the ground was too dangerous or that they had to avoid becoming bowling pins when someone threw a strike. They climbed up onto the rolled-over truck and then tried to climb onto the dried brick-colored rocks it was leaning against.
There was no way they could have made it up in time.
By the time they got on the truck, the Jack in the Box arrived.
"... !!"
"... !?"
Either they did not have time to scream or they were screaming until their throats tore but their brains forgot to process the sound.
One of the Jack in the Box's four floats sent the truck flying and knocked down the rocks they had been trying to climb onto. After just barely scrambling onto the truck, the two idiots were left in the air like the Island Nation Daruma Otoshi game. The truck vanished from below them, they swam through the air with an odd sensation of floating, and then they fell straight back down.
"Agwosh!?"
An indecipherable word left Quenser's mouth and he finally realized his circumstances here.
He was on top of it.
He had ended up right on top of one of the static electricity floats!?
"Heiv-... he's not here!? Did that bastard manage to escape danger all on his own!?"
Failing that game of Daruma Otoshi meant he might have been turned to mincemeat below the float, but the thought did not seem to occur to Quenser. In a variation on a bizarre weather event where frogs rained from the sky, various parts of the truck fell all around: screws, bolts, destroyed tires, bent wheels, etc. Meanwhile, the Jack in the Box began to swing its tail around with a creaking noise.
(What!? Is it going to keep fighting using its pile bunker tail dashes!?)
It was time to make a decision.
Would he remain on the float and be thrown high in the sky, or would he jump down and be crushed by the explosive winds produced by that 200, 000 ton mass. After thinking about it, that idiot who probably had an erection year-round definitely felt his balls shriveling up. He was going to die. No matter what he did, there was no saving him!!
"Gyahh! Gyahh!! Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
And an indecisive guy always met the same fate: time up.
The Jack in the Box fired its giant stake into the ground once more and leaped toward the other side with flustered Quenser still onboard.
But he did not suddenly lose his footing and fly into the sky like a human homerun.
Something dug painfully into his right hand.
He hesitantly opened his eyes to check and saw a metal wire as thick as his little finger tangled around his hand.
It was a piece of the simple winch attached to the front of Myonri's abandoned truck. The other end of the wire was apparently tangled around one of the many secondary cannons sticking out of the spherical main body like an urchin or chestnut burr.
I'm saved, he thought, just before another thought came to mind.
(Huh? If it lands like this and all the force is concentrated on that single point, won't it just sever my right hand? Y'know, like slicing through a boiled egg with piano wire. )
"E-ee-eeeeeek!?"
He only had a few seconds until they landed. He did not know what his options were, so he simply swung his left hand over and grabbed at the wire.
The basic idea was the same as a parachute harness. By distributing the force over his entire body, the impact on any one point would be reduced.
He forcibly wrapped it around his torso as the asteroid fell toward the dried brick-colored wasteland.
"Bwohhh!!!???"
His ribs creaked and he choked at the strange sensation of pressure on his internal organs. He seriously may have broken some bones, but his right hand was intact. It had not been severed.
He understood just how disgusting he was with a strange sweat covering his face and back, but then he realized something.
He was somewhere else than before.
The Jack in the Box had swung him from the long, long winch wire like a pendulum, the wire had gotten tangled around another secondary cannon on the spherical main body, and he was now dangling down from that.
Was that really just a coincidence?
No, the Jack in the Box was not a natural phenomenon. Since it was moving around based on the Elite's decisions, he could control those movements by interfering with the basis behind those decisions.
Which meant...
"Princess! Keep an eye on your location and have the Jack in the Box move in a zigzag!! I'll try to climb up to the top using this pendulum motion!!"
"I'm pretty sure that would get you killed."
"I'd be in even more danger if the Jack in the Box moved around less predictably! Please do this before my belly is crushed like an empty milk carton!!"
This was a lot like assisted suicide.
The Princess followed Quenser's instructions as she moved around and maintained a lock so the Jack in the Box would counterattack with tail dashes to the left and right. With each dash, the idiot dangling from the wire was thrown around on his midair swing. His path sometimes drew out a downward-facing fan shape and other times he gained enough momentum to make a full circle. Like he was tangling a string around the nails in a pachinko machine, Quenser got the wire caught on more and more secondary cannons as he made his way higher and higher.
"I think it will notice the wire when there's an error in the secondary cannons' movement, " said the Princess."It might conclude it's just a problem caused by the adhesive, but it's only a matter of time."
"Urp. The Jack in the Box is screwed if its movement is taken from it. Even if it receives an error message, will it really have time to worry about anything other than the main cannon which can defeat you? Gwehhh..."
"What are you even hoping to accomplish by getting on top of it?"
"Exactly what we initially planned, " said Quenser while he finally clung to the top of the spherical main body."Take out that goddamn main cannon."
Part 11
Now that he was at his destination, he no longer needed the wire. In fact, letting it swing him around any longer would take him elsewhere.
The part wrapped around his torso was not so bad, but the part digging into his right hand was a problem. Once he concluded he could not get it off in a hurry, he pulled out a pen-like electric fuse and taped it to the finger-thick wire.
He detonated it without attaching an explosive.
"!!"
There was a bursting sound several times louder than a firecracker and Quenser looked away. But he had managed to burn through the wire and free his hand. He pulled it off of the hand and retied the part on his torso to his backpack's shoulder straps. Just like a parachute, he could avoid the previous pain as long as the weight was distributed appropriately.
"Quenser, it's about to move."
"Hahh!!"
He wrapped the excess wire around a nearby secondary cannon.
Even if it was secondary, it was still more than a meter thick, making it the same as a small, centuries-old tree.
He just barely finished his preparations before the Jack in the Box jumped again. He clenched his teeth as he felt a strange floating sensation and prepared for the drop.
Immediately after the force that launched him upwards, his body was floating freely.
The idiot thought the wire's knot may have come undone, but that was not the case. The entire loop of wire had risen up and come off the end of the secondary cannon.
"... Ahh..."
He did not have time for sorrow.
With his support gone, the small human flew more than 50 meters from the ground like a fallen leaf in the wind. If he fell to the ground, he would die on impact. No amount of flailing his arms and legs would help.
But he came to a stop once more.
The Object had more than 100 cannons covering its surface like a sea urchin or chestnut burr. After being thrown through the air, Quenser's loop of wire had caught on another cannon.
(I-I can't expect that to happen again... )
In a weird stroke of luck, he had been thrown in front of the Object.
He was right in front of the Jack in the Box's face.
The main cannon had a silhouette similar to a collapsible parabolic antenna or an auto-open umbrella. The main pillar stuck straight forward and eight jointed arms blossomed out from that like flower petals. Each arm was equipped with the kind of powerful spring used in the earthquake-proofing to support an incredibly tall building that weighed between several hundred to several thousand tons. All eight concentrated their power on the central pillar to fire the lead shell that was shaped like a baumkuchen.
The springs themselves were exposed.
The giant springs could be seen as thick pieces of wrapped metal connecting the two ends of the arms which were bent in a V-shape. When they were extended, the springs would be positioned right alongside the arms.
But why were they exposed like that?
Every part of an Object's design had a purpose, so there had to be something there.
"The size is different, but the springs themselves are normal coil springs. Are they just chromium steel without any kind of trickery?... But wait. Normal chromium steel... ???"
"Quenser, it's about to jump again."
"... !!!???"
As soon as he received the warning, Quenser leaned his body weight backwards while still supported by the wire. Just as he managed to fix the wire in place by getting it caught in the indentation of the swiveling pedestal at the base of the secondary cannon, the Jack in the Box made a great leap.
He was in a good position now. This would all be for naught if the loop came off and he was either moved to another secondary cannon or slammed to the ground.
While feeling an odd floating sensation, Quenser turned his head to view the main cannon that looked like a metal bridge from this close up.
"I was right. This is weird. If they were just using the hexavalent chromium to make steel springs, this system wouldn't work!!"
"Quenser?"
He felt the impact of landing.
One of his backpack's shoulder straps tore and he was just about tossed out into empty air. This was his only opportunity to act, so he had to make it count.
"No matter how much force they build up, they're still made from normal chromium steel. So when they release their own power, the springs should glow red hot from the excess energy!!"
Recoil was also a type of force. With the space elevators seen in SF movies that dangled a single vertical wire down from space, having that taut wire snap would release such an immense amount of energy that it produced an explosion rivalling a nuclear weapon.
The same was true of the springs and steel panels containing energy on the level of an Object's main cannon.
And if the springs were nothing more than metal...
"If they're constantly exposed to the immense heat they create themselves, the springs wouldn't last. They should lose their elasticity and stop working pretty quick. The Jack in the Box has to have a countermeasure for that. Does it cool them with liquid nitrogen? No, repeatedly heating and cooling them would only wear out the metal faster. So it isn't that. In fact, it would be weird if they were reliant on a single system."
"Get to the point."
"They're swapping out the springs. Frequently, and on the battlefield! The earthquake-proofing of high-rise buildings doesn't support the entire building with a single spring. This would be why they're having the people of the silo cities make so many springs. They make sure they always have extras and its designed so the other springs support it while each one is being replaced!!"
The Jack in the Box jumped again.
No, that was not it. It had released the springs of the eight arms arranged like a parabolic antenna, combined the vectors to direct them all straight forward, and launched an incredibly powerful lead shell.
He did not have time to follow along and see if the Princess had managed to dodge.
He was thrown through the air from an impact on the level of being hit by a light car from behind. He could not control where he flew. And as his arms and legs flailed meaninglessly through the air, he saw the Jack in the Box actually use its tail pile bunker to jump this time.
"... !!!???"
There was of course no way for him to dodge.
His inertia cancelled out some of the force, but it was still a 200, 000-ton mass. It was a bit like being swatted by a giant wall.
He could not breathe.
Something entirely different from spit rose from deep in his throat and clogged his windpipe. Even so, he desperately worked to grasp his situation as he lay sprawled out on some kind of surface.
Not only was he flattened against the flying Jack in the Box almost like a squashed frog, but he was on the main cannon's central pillar now that the arms had folded up like a closed umbrella after firing. The eight arms had folded up alongside the main pillar and he was caught inside one of the grooves that looked a lot like gear teeth or Island Nation naruto before it had been sliced. That was why he had not fallen. His back was stuck to the side of the main cannon while ignoring the common idea that gravity should be directed downward.
He could hear some kind of creaking or straining sound.
He initially thought it was his spine or ribs, but bones did not sound that metallic.
(The main cannon has a repair factory in the center. )
To repeat, the Jack in the Box's main cannon used giant springs and it was structured a lot like the frame of an auto-open umbrella. When aimed, it would open up like a crossbow. When fired, it would close up along the main pillar.
And when closed, the center was not visible from the outside.
During that time, the inner side of the extended arms was positioned right alongside the main pillar. While the two points were in contact, what if metal shutters opened and replaced the heat-weakened springs with new ones?
(... We don't have to destroy the whole thing... )
He pulled all the Hand Axe he had from his backpack. It was 10 kilograms in all. But attaching a fuse and detonating it would not even scratch a nuke-resistant Object.
That was not his intent.
He desperately used his arm strength alone to knead the clay-like Hand Axe and stuck it to the side of a folded arm while doing his best to remain conscious.
(Even the largest clock tower's gears will stop moving if a small pebble gets inside. A warship's rapid-fire gun can malfunction from soot or dust. That shutter opens up, produces a new spring, swaps them out, and closes once more. If I can keep any one step from working... )
The cross section of the main pillar and eight arms looked a lot like a gear, so he shoved the clump of clay into the gap between the main pillar and an arm.
He did not have a specialized spatula, so he used his hands over and over again.
He did not have time to include a fuse.
It was no more than clay like that, but he did not have time to worry about that.
After a few seconds of hang time, the Jack in the Box landed.
Finally, Quenser flew through the air with nothing at all to support him.
He had no plan for how to survive this.
He might die here. He was more than 20 meters up. Those facts blankly filled his mind as he meaninglessly flailed his limbs around during the awfully long hang time.
A tremendous impact struck his entire body.
He thought he had fallen face-first into concrete.
"Gh, bgh... !!!???"
The impact of falling caused his body to sink even further. Something slimy pressed in at him from all directions. He could not process the oddly damp sensation and he started to panic, but then he realized what it was: water.
He had been thrown from the Object and into a river running across the dry land.
"Cough!! Ubwah, bwah!?"
(Damn, it'd be a tragedy if a guy this good looking broke his nose!)
He was fortunate the water was too deep for him to stand in.
The fundamental fear of drowning gripped his heart as he struggled at the water's surface.
The Jack in the Box was still alive.
"Quenser, if you failed, just say so, " said the Princess."We need to come up with a new plan. The Jack in the Box is approaching the silo city while crashing into the ground, so the entire geofront might cave in."
"No... just watch."
After grabbing onto some rocks rising from the center of the river, Quenser gasped for breath and spoke.
"Everything's all set up."
That was when the Jack in the Box stopped moving.
This was not due to the tail-like pile bunker.
It was due to the main cannon that folded and unfolded like a collapsible parabolic antenna or an auto-open umbrella.
The enemy Object probably did not understand what had happened. It kept doing the same thing, but the main cannon would not cooperate, just like someone repeatedly pulling the trigger after their handgun jammed.
It did not matter if the cannon had actually been destroyed or not.
The shutters moved along rails.
So just like a train being derailed by a pebble on the track, the slightest foreign object could throw the whole thing off.
"Its main cannon has two modes: a firing mode and a spring replacement mode. But the two modes are mutually exclusive. So if you interfere with the process and prevent it from switching between modes, the Jack in the Box can no longer switch its main cannon to firing mode."
"What did you do?"
"The shutters are a series of connected panels running along rails. The structure is the same for a 200, 000-ton mass as it is for a small shop downtown. Shove some clay into the gaps in the rail, and it won't be able to move."
No fuse had been necessary.
The ten kilograms of clay he had kneaded together with all his arm strength had been enough.
"Your static electricity propulsion system and the elastic metal shell cannon using your prized springs have both been taken out. If you're willing to keep up the fight with only the tail pile bunker, then I will praise you for having guts."
Quenser snapped his fingers.
"Now say it, Princess. Tell them this is their last chance to send the white flag signal. Because this is checkmate."
Part 12
He was a complete mess.
If the cute medic nurses had not personally rescued him in a rubber boat, he really might have been swept away by the river and become a deserter.
"My... my head won't turn that way..."
"Oh, dear. You really took a beating."
"Please let me rest my head in your lap."
"Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
Quenser was recharging while being pampered by the kind and gentle girls, but that happy time would not last forever.
"Oh, we've finally made it back to base."
"So which doctor am I getting? The high-pressure glasses woman in a white coat, a sweater, a tight skirt, a garter belt, black stockings, and high heels? Or the wrinkled old man? Today, I think I can aim for the jackpot... The goddess has to be smiling on me now!!"
The comparative lengths of the descriptions showed which one he was hoping for, but neither doctor showed up.
Having brought the base's vehicles to the edge of the cliff, Major Frolaytia Capistrano spoke cheerfully to him.
"Quenser, I'm glad to see you're alive. The emergency is over and things are back to normal, so get back in there and fix the electronic simulation division's toys."
"That hellish work is my final battle? Have you entirely forgotten what human rights are!?"
No matter what terrible things were being said to him, sitting up on reflex had been a mistake. That revealed just how uninjured he was, so Frolaytia winked.
"I honestly didn't think you would fall for that one."
"Eh? Oh, uh..."
"If you really couldn't even sit up, I was planning to send you to the medical room, but if you can move, I have no choice. In a military society, we all work for pay taken out of the people's taxes, so no one gets to eat for free, right?"
"You demon!! If you really want to play the demon, then grow horns, a tail, and wings and then wear a bondage miniskirt outfit for a proper Halloween special!!"
The medic nurses must have had no interest in a healthy boy because they returned to the wasteland in search of any injured in need of assistance.
That signaled the end of a temporary harem that was only kind to you while you had a cold.
"Come to think of it, what happened to Heivia? He'd better not be having a better time than me."
"What, he wasn't with you? Well, he's about as tough as a cockroach, so I'm sure he's crawling around here somewhere. I will have to dock his pay for being late to regroup with us, though."
It really was the worst work environment.
All you good kids out there? Don't have any sweet dreams about the military!!
"What about the silo city?"
"Since it's a blank zone, we can't interfere there."
"Even though you essentially placed a donation box next to a convenience store register to encourage someone to take some independent action there?"
"Ahem."
Frolaytia blatantly cleared her throat when the topic seemed to be turning toward her pain-in-the-rear brother. Anyone who could not "take a hint" here would never survive in the military hierarchy.
Quenser tested out the movement of his neck as he stepped out of the rubber boat.
He glanced in a different direction to view the silo city.
"Damn. When will I finally be able to take it easy?"
"As long as you're working for someone else, never. Now, it's time for that work you love so much."
Part 13
In the silo city named Giant Pizza, the people were hesitantly showing up on the surface.
"What, what? It looks like the commotion has died down."
"I'm scared... Are you sure this isn't the lead in to something else?"
"Don't push, don't push! Oh, hell!!"
The explosions and tremors were frightening, but it was also nerve-racking to have them suddenly stop. The air was filled with an anxious tension combined with a strange attraction, like some invisible force was pushing them onward. It was a lot like searching your own name online even though you were afraid what you would find.
But a voice cleared away that atmosphere.
It belonged to a completely ordinary sort of fat sheriff.
"Don't worry." Thomas Goldenclipper squeezed the ring hanging from his neck and spoke his honest thoughts."I will find out what the current situation is. Who cares if they're the military!? This is our silo city! I will make sure all four world powers treat us the same. So don't worry!!"
The wave of tension crashed against a breakwater.
It was over.
Even if he had no real power, the sheriff's words contained something that had calmed the people.
A few people walked past him.
"... It would seem they managed somehow or other."
One of them was Bloodrics Capistrano, a young man with a katana who wore a black tailcoat even in this scorching wasteland.
He was surrounded by several bodyguards and he had complete control over thousands of troops, putting them on the same level as a maintenance battalion. He was accompanied by the charity site management triplets who wore red tank tops and miniskirts that made them look like cheerleaders. They stared out of the city, but the apocalyptic roar of main cannons had come to an end.
The triplets pressed their soft-looking cheeks together and viewed a small mobile device while looking as delighted as someone whose social network account was being followed by a celebrity.
"Looks like it's over."
"See, look. This is the footage from the drone."
"The signal management is so lax in blank zones, isn't it? In proper battlefield countries, civilian signals tend to be jammed☆"
Just as Bloodrics tried to get a look, the footage cut out.
The Legitimacy Kingdom may have been irritated with the civilian interference and shot it down with a handmade slingshot.
The silver-haired young man sighed.
"The Capitalist Corporations and Information Alliance will probably send out investigation teams to preserve their management of the Greater Canyon. Then this will be more of a political struggle than a war. Cameras from all over the world will be here, so you should make sure you get word out to people's living rooms about your opportunities to help people."
"Of course."
"I will be returning to Paris for now. If a noble was injured in this racial salad bowl, who knows who would get blamed. I would prefer not to provide the spark that triggers a war between the four world powers."
"Understood. Continue supporting us online, okay?☆"
After casually waving goodbye, the triplets exchanged a glance.
And then they spoke to each other.
"... So how'd it go?"
"Hmm, below average, I'd say."
"Ehhh? That it wasn't an outright failure makes that a really annoying result."
Perhaps because they had been released from the fear and tension, restless high spirits filled the silo city and the triplets followed the flow of the crowds as they walked through it.
"Then again, wasn't it a positive that the Faith Organization's intentions didn't get through to the Legitimacy Kingdom?"
"If your gold egg doesn't hatch, it's meaningless."
"Waiting for the truth of the hexavalent chromium to be revealed and become a 'legend' might have made for some good sample data, though."
Who was Rica, which one was Alisa, and what triplet was Orsia? That was not all that important. The triplets did not care as long as their thoughts formed a single opinion that led to the correct answer.
"The souls of the noble sacrifices reside in the main cannon. By monitoring the process by which that was logically disproven, we could have learned how to break down a 'legend' using data."
"If we could create that kind of anti-legend flowchart, we wouldn't have to rely on the persuasiveness of people's words any longer. Just like online customer support contacts are handled by AI these days, we could complete a religion-destroying program that automatically searches out and points to the contradictions in any myth or legend."
"Still, religion sure is scary. If secrets of this magnitude are leaking out, just how far have they infiltrated our military?"
The triplets giggled.
Even with so many people around them, they managed to blend into the background and prevent anyone from paying attention to them.
"Yes, it was the Faith Organization that worked its way into our safe countries while disguising it as junk mail from foreign companies. And it was all paid for by that damn old man who thinks he's some kind of saint. They even made sure to avoid any landmine terms that would be caught by checks on foreign phone calls and mail."
"We're supposed to be the ones who use data as a weapon, so this was like suddenly finding a stealth bomber flying overhead."
"So if we want to strike back, it has to use data, doesn't it?"
The result was exactly as they had said: below average.
They could use the human mind to find and point to contradictions, but that had been done at ecumenical councils since more than a millennium ago. They wanted to go a step further. Their idea of "victory" was a lot like the anti-air laser systems that automatically shot down all aircraft: a convenient service that would fill in all the holes on its own.
They wanted a social structure that would deny all religions as easily as a readily-downloadable cellphone translation app. You would not need to be a rhetorical genius. They would spread a system that allowed anyone to tear down what had been built up for a millennium just by holding up their mobile device.
That would mean an age of despair for the Faith Organization.
That was why the Venerable Elder would want to destroy the silo city testing ground while he smirked at them from the other side of that thin tent. That was why he would be willing to use the brute force of an Object to do so.
"We don't know how far it has spread, so should we head underground for the time being?"
"Yes. There aren't many people we can truly trust."
"And we certainly can't tell them that's exactly what makes them so valuable☆"
The girls turned a corner as they discussed the issue.
A nervous-looking young man was standing there and his face lit up when he saw them.
"C-c'mon, let's get out of here. If word gets out that three officers – from the Martini Series no less – are trespassing in the Greater Canyon, it'll turn into a war between the two main countries!"
"Sure thing."
"Okay, driver. Then get our pumpkin carriage ready☆"
"I want seafood for dinner. I'm sick of all the red meat they eat here."
The corners of the selfish girls' eyes softened as they spoke.
That young man probably did not realize how important he was as someone they could approach without putting on any kind of act.
Alisa Martini Sweet.
Rica Martini Medium.
Orsia Martini Dry.
Those genius girls who had been created by the Information Alliance giggled as they vanished into the underside of history.
The three sisters had moved all their pawns around perfectly, but they had made one miscalculation.
A grim reaper in black stood before them.
"#49?"
"Call me the Stopgap Grim Reaper. The adults gave me my name and number, so I'm not too fond of them."
The blonde girl was accompanied by a young man who was not the three sisters' type.
She took a step toward those three sisters.
"You were aware of everything from the beginning, weren't you?"
"..."
"The Faith Organization was running those temporary factories by failing to explain the risk of hexavalent chromium and driving the workers to death. You knew, but you let it happen and even watched it play out.... Was that because they weren't Information Alliance citizens? Or would you be able to do the same to your own people?"
"Calm down, little girl. We were acting on orders from above, so you can't exactly blame this on our own-..."
"Do you know where the pair to the sheriff's ring is?"
The girl cut them off with ice in her eyes.
And she repeated herself.
"Do you know where it is buried in this vast wasteland?"
No one could say a word.
It did not matter who those triplets were, even if they were unmanageable geniuses who could break out of a max-security prison barehanded. The look in the girl's eyes silenced them.
A light glistened. From a military perspective, this was an entirely meaningless result. The blond girl's black uniform was caked with dried sand and she held a cheap ring in her hand.
"It's a shame this wasn't an issue you should have troubleshot yourselves. If it was, I could have had you shot right here and now. The fact that you actually did the 'proper' thing here just makes the world look so very cruel."
She took another step.
Her small hand tightened around that ring which – cheap though it was – held someone's feelings for someone else. She was now close enough to fatally stab them if she had a blade and Wraith Martini Vermouthspray spoke quietly to them.
She only gave them one peaceful warning.
But it contained the implication that, if they did this again, she would mercilessly make good on her words.
"You spoiled brats might think yourselves intellectuals, but could you say the same thing if you were poisoned down to the marrow and buried in a hole?"
Between the Lines 2
The silver-haired and brown-skinned female officer named Lieutenant Colonel Lendy Farolito had arrived in Central Park while moving from cover to cover with a handheld, ultra-high resolution CCD camera.
She was disguised with glasses and a lawyer suit instead of her usual military uniform because her target was the top idol girl who was also the Pilot Elite at the core of her unit.
The girl wore cyclewear that included skintight bike shorts and she was riding a bicycle that was a little large because it was rented with a prepaid card. While she took a break by resting one foot on the ground, her disguised commander was completely locked onto her.
"(Kyaaahh☆ No matter what she says, that kitty's body craves the greenery of nature! I just love how she insisted she wanted to go to New York, but she's already gotten sick of the crowds. Oh, and she's so defenseless! Her armpits are wide open!! Ah, ah, ah, no! Don't stick that extra-thick hot dog in your mouth right here in the public park! That's too much!! Too wonderfully much!!)"
"Lieutenant Colonel, you have moved too far forward. We can monitor the target with drones and satellites."
"(Shut up. Ruin this moment and I swear I will kill you. How can we rely on a soulless machine to capture the courageous image of that girl pretending to be calm but still arriving 20 minutes early to meet her parents for food!? Besides, footage from overhead would only show the top of her head, which would be entirely pointless! Are you trying to tell her fortune from her hair whorl, operator!? Hm? But isn't that extra-thick thing a bit much before such an important meal? Oh, she just couldn't resist the delicious aroma, could she!? She's just so cute I can't stand it!! Kyah, kyah, kyah!!)"
"Lieutenant Colonel, I have to compliment you on your ability to blend so perfectly into the background despite acting so bizarrely. Do those rumors of a ninja unit have anything to do with you?"
With its green grass and bountiful fruit trees, Central Park was an area of preserved nature measuring more than 4 kilometers from north to south in Manhattan, which was the center of New York. But no matter how much greenery it had and even though it contained a zoo, an art museum, an outdoor theatre, and other facilities, it was still basically a public park. It provided little cover and was only slightly better than a golf course on that front. That made it a challenge for the bodyguards who either wore suits and neckties or who wore sportswear while carrying yoga mats, but Lendy had moved in closer than any of them. A lot of the professionals clicked their tongues at being on a mission and thus unable to look down at their notes while seeing such incredible skill displayed before their eyes.
Lendy knew everything about their target and their target could not see her.
The woman was a concentrated form of the Information Alliance's structure of influence.
"Lieutenant Colonel, we have a warning from Martini Extradry who is in charge of Manhattan security."
Lendy did not seem to care as she snacked on some fried gyoza in a paper container she had bought from a popular junk Chinese food truck.
"I don't like them. They're like mass-produced products with no life in their eyes. They're not cute like an Elite."
"The flow of data shows an unknown approaching our target. I suspect it is a recruiter for an entertainment agency. He seems to be using a cheap pickup technique where he creates an opening for a conversation by sending several unlisted phone calls to her smartphone and bumping into her when she checks her phone."
"Now that is the kind of report I need to hear. I will kill him. That Martini is a good Martini. Tell her our battalion will do her one favor on the battlefield. As long as it does not sully that girl's hands."
"Lieutenant Colonel."
"Not to worry. I really will kill him."
"No, my worries are in the exact opposite direction. You are in charge here, so please come back to your senses."
The media criticized people who looked at their smartphone while walking as much as people who smoked on the roadside, so the way people faked accidents had changed. Anyone would prefer to bump into a soft girl instead of risking their life running out in front of a high-speed deadly weapon. Unlike with bicycles or cars, contact between people did not require intervention from an insurance company, so it was a lot easier to have a one-on-one conversation and various demands could be made in secret.
Had this man thought an amateur pickup artist's trick would work in the realm of fierce professionals?
Lieutenant Colonel Lendy Farolito was in charge of more than just the formal military. As a staff officer from the Vital Wartime Public Relations Strategy Room, she was involved in the overall creation of a top idol, from the stage costumes to the added CG!!
... The fact that such ridiculous oppression was filed away as dull paperwork was a sign of just how far the Information Alliance's privileged class would go in its drive to rule everything with data.
"Not only is he going to ruin the mood just as she is preparing to make some enjoyable memories with her parents, but he is going to set her up as the one at fault? He really is scum. This is my chance to change the very history of our military..."
"Are you seriously going beyond a simple crime and turning this into a revolution!?"
That dollhouse queen was already making international tours on her own, so if a competing agency made a pass at her, it could easily lead to a legal battle between giant corporations (if not an actual battle between Objects), but the culprit was probably ignorant of what he was walking into here. That was hardly surprising when the public image of the idol was only CG data created from the girl's motion data. She truly was a sinful little devil if she could draw in a pro recruiter with her unrecognizable real face as well. In the age of photo-editing, it was rare for an unmodified face to look like a goddess.
"Okay, time to get to work, " said Lendy."I can use this to improve her opinion of me even more."
"Lieutenant Colonel, this is a covert mission, so you can never brag about it to the target."
"... Oh, that sounds nice too. I really shine when I protect her smile from the shadows and demand nothing in return. Kyaaahh☆"
In a distant location, the young female operator failed to keep her stress at bay by sipping at a sweet and honey-filled chain store coffee and chowing down on a custom Island Nation-style bagel that had thin-sliced salmon and tofu paste inside. She finally switched off her expensive headset and screamed.
"Do you look at everything in a positive light, you idol-obsessed freak!?"
"... I heard that. Do not underestimate the Information Alliance's privileged class, little girl."
To repeat, she had switched off her headset.
It was like a supernatural phenomenon.
Lendy was probably also aware that the fear had loosened the young operator's bladder a little.
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