novelMagic Cabal of the British Labyrinth (2)
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As she spoke, Oriana operated the car's navigation system with her slender fingertips. It switched to the strange video footage that looked like it was gazing down at a street from a street light.
"This is from 10 minutes ago."
Kamijou stared at the video as it fast forwarded.
"... Hey, nothing's happening."
"Oh, something most certainly is. Look at the top edge of the screen. You can see the shadow of a car, can't you?"
Once she mentioned it, Kamijou felt like he could, but he found it odd that she had showed him the footage from that specific camera. Surely there was footage from one of the other hundreds of thousands of cameras that had a better view.
"There isn't any, " Oriana answered Kamijou's unspoken question."There is no footage showing where that car came from. The car was purposefully driven through the blind spots of the cameras and stopped there.... It would be quite difficult to write this off as a coincidence."
"But is that really enough to say that the car belongs to the magicians?"
"No, but that's why we're headed there to find out, " Oriana said as she brought the navigation screen back up."London has roads running across it like the mesh of a net, but the points that are important to traffic are limited. Even more so when you're driving through the blind spots of the cameras. Whether this is the magicians or not, we'll catch up to them soon. If we find anything odd, we can just go check it out. All we have to do is continue doing that until we find them."
That description made it sound like they would just fall behind, but it was the only method they had. After all, Kamijou and the others still didn't even know what this New Light group had come to London to do.
"... Can we really find them like this?"
"Oh, it's actually quite rare to know every little thing about the person you're chasing after."
Part 9
One member of New Light, Bayloupe, was leaning up against a wall near the stairs leading down into a subway station. She was keeping an eye on an old rectangular case at her feet while occasionally checking the lit-up face of a clock tower.
She used a communications spiritual item to contact the other members.
"Now then. I suppose it's about time we started. I've made Lancis the keeper. If we succeed, England's current political administration will be destroyed from its very base. London may not fare well. But there's no real reason to destroy the city any more than is necessary."
One member of New Light, Lancis, placed an old rectangular case on the ground and sat on it. She had a long, narrow bag in her hand and trembled while looking up at the night sky.
She used a communications spiritual item to contact the other members.
"... I-it tickles... Th-thyat's why... fwah! Everyone's aiming for this as the time they'll get back... Ahah. At the very least, there'll be less chaos than in the middle of the day... Hyaahhhh..."
One member of New Light, Floris, was walking down a small road a bit removed from the main road. She swung an old rectangular case around onto her back in a similar motion to brushing back her hair.
She used a communications spiritual item to contact the other members.
"I wish I could just put up a people-clearing field, but they'd find us right away if I did. We could use that to draw their attention away, but we halves should just end this with a swift attack."
And...
One member of New Light, Lessar, was in a bar in a run-down area. It was at one edge of the Islington District in North London and everyone in it looked like they would drink at least 2 liters.
A girl in her early teens like Lessar clearly stood out, but she just told the muscular bartender she was in London on a trip and no restaurants were open. He then gave her some free fried fish to eat and orange juice to drink. Lessar was at a counter seat stuffing her mouth with the sizzling fried fish with the strap to a narrow, meter long bag over her shoulder. She also had an old rectangular case on the floor at her feet.
A voice came directly into Lessar's head.
"Getting something to eat is fine, but don't forget that you're a half, too. We can't have you screwing up now."
"I won't, I won't. But being the Forward sure would be nice. Oh, Bayloupe. Should we really be using communications magic in London? This is the stronghold of the 0th Parish, after all"
"It's actually because we're right under Necessarius's nose that we don't have to worry about that. Uuh... I don't want to rely on someone like you..."
"You're just mad because you're hungry, aren't you? Look, I'll add in the olfactory information. Isn't that smell of grease so wonderful?"
"(... Agh, and she of all people is the most powerful one in New Light in actual battle ability. Hoo, but I really do want to eat something now. Maybe some fried fish... )"
"Hee hee. Your thoughts are coming through loud and cle-.. bgyah!?"
The transmission ended with a tremendous amount of static. The way Lessar held her head made it clear that it had bothered her and she then resumed her battle against the fried fish.
(Now then. After I eat this, I just have to take the case to the designated spot and wait for instructions. I wonder if England really is going to change. I hope it does... )
She started humming and kicking her feet underneath her stool when the tip of her foot bumped into the rectangular case.
(Oh, whoops... Hm?)
Lessar froze in place.
It wasn't because the rectangular case was gone.
The case she had brought in was right there at her feet where she had left it.
But another rectangular case was sitting there, too.
They both had the exact same features and would be very hard to tell apart.
"..."
Lessar timidly looked next to her.
The customer who had been there before was gone and a large black man was sitting in the small stool and gulping down a frothy beer. The other case most likely belonged to him.
Now, which one was the case Lessar had brought in?
(Gyaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!! O-oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap!! Oh, crap!!!)
Bayloupe had just finished warning her and she was already in trouble.
Of course, she could tell by checking the contents. Lessar's case was a magical item called Skíðblaðnir. When opened, its magic would activate. But she couldn't do that. She couldn't open the case in a place like that and activating a major piece of magic would raise the risk of being found by Necessarius.
As she thought, the large black man finished off his large mug of beer.
"Ahhh. I think I'll leave it at that for today."
"What? That's only your third one."
"My doctor's been telling me to be a little more restrained in my drinking."
"Then three's already too much."
As the large man spoke with the bartender, he started counting money out onto the counter.
(Not good. I don't know which is which... )
For an instant, Lessar's focus turned to the narrow, meter long bag on her back, but she managed to stop herself at the last second. Bringing out a weapon there would just cause a panic.
(Ahhh!! Which one? Which one!? Right!? Left!? Which one is Skíðblaðnir!?)
As Lessar tried to decide, the large black man reached toward one of the cases at his feet with an unsteady hand.
Lessar's small hand grabbed the large man's wrist.
"Nn?"
The man looked at Lessar with a puzzled expression.
"Th-this one's mine. That one's yours."
"Nnn!? Oh, I see, I see. Sorry about that, little girl."
With a bitter smile, the large man grabbed the other case.
As she watched the drunk black man get up from his seat, Lessar breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
(... Made it in time. Just a bit longer and Bayloupe would've ended up crushing my ass... )
If she had to guess, Lessar had felt that her case was more worn out. She had stroked the surface of the cases with her fingertips to determine which one was hers by touch.
She finally relaxed and leaned limply up against the counter. Seeing her, the bartender looked a bit worried.
"Huh? You didn't drink any alcohol did you?"
That was when Lessar saw something.
There were now 3 rectangular cases on the floor.
Sweat started dripping from her cheeks.
The other 2 must have belonged to other drunks. Or perhaps they had been left by someone. But now that she saw three of them, Lessar's confidence wavered.
(Which one is the real one? Is it this one? Is the lighting making it look different? Is this the one that black man had? I need to line them up and look at them! Ahh, but that man is about to leave!!)
"E-Everybody, stay where you aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeee!!"
... When Bayloupe learned what happened via the communications spiritual item, she started foaming at the mouth and almost passed out.
Part 10
When Kamijou and Oriana had almost made it to the car parked in the blind spot of the security cameras, Oriana suddenly changed the direction of the convertible. A staticky male voice speaking English could be heard coming from the car's navigation system that must have functioned as a radio as well.
"According to that transmission, one of them made a major mistake!!"
"Wah!? That was from Necessarius?"
"No, it was from the London Police that are controlled by the Royal Family. It seems some idiot caused some trouble at a nearby bar!!"
A number of police cars with red and blue lights could be seen on the roadway. Oriana must have gotten permission somehow because she ignored the speed limit and roared down the road through them. When she turned right at high speed without using her turn signal, something odd caught Kamijou's attention.
A short girl was running down the brick walkway.
She was wearing a thick jacket and a miniskirt and was carrying 3 rectangular cases for some reason.
"Umm, which one, which one, which one!? It's this one!! Dammit. I just had to pick them up and check how much they weighed!!"
Kamijou didn't understand her rapidly spoken English, but from her expression and gestures, it looked like she regretted something. She threw two of the cases to the roadside and ran off with the third one in hand.
But there was something beyond those odd actions that caught his attention.
It was the object she was holding between her shoulder and cheek like a businessman holding a phone.
It was a spear.
More specifically, it had a metal shaft about 1. 5 meters long. It seemed to be made so it had a narrow portion of the shaft that could be packed inside a thicker portion in order to make it more portable. The end had a blade on it that made it about 40 cm longer. However, this wasn't just one blade. It had three blades on the top of that end and single blade on the bottom of that end. The spear had what looked like a car's brake on its lower portion which was probably a lever to open and close the blades on the end.
"What the hell is that... ?"
"Probably some kind of spiritual item. She's pretty much an explosion of suspicion, so I'd say it's safe to assume she's the New Light member. Do magicians really not realize how odd they look?"
"..."
Kamijou silently stared at Oriana's body, but it seemed she didn't notice the irony.
Oriana removed one hand from the steering wheel and stuck it into her cleavage. She pulled out a bundle of papers that looked like a booklet of flashcards. She bit one of the pages and tore it from the metal ring with a movement of her chin. She then tossed the page towards the walkway as they passed by the running girl.
"People-clearing field."
Something seemed to activate as she spoke.
Kamijou didn't understand, but the target girl lifted her head up in surprise.
The card Oriana had tossed flipped over at about the same time as she tossed a second card.
At some point, letters had appeared on the blank page.
The yellow letters read "Fire Symbol".
That was the key to the magic used by Oriana Thomson, a courier who never used the same spell twice.
An explosion of flame ripped through the walkway.
The nearby shutters and windows rattled and the darkness of the night was lit up with a crimson light.
Having confirmed the explosion, Oriana pulled on the hand brake and turned the wheel to the side sharply making a U-turn without losing much momentum. Once the convertible was facing the explosion, she stopped the car.
Kamijou started panicking.
"H-hey!! Wasn't that a bit much!?"
"No, this is actually quite bad!!"
As she yelled her response, Oriana threw open the car door and practically jumped out of the convertible.
Kamijou looked on in confusion until a metallic scraping noise reached his ears.
The noise was coming from the side.
He didn't have time to turn his head in that direction. In an amount of time that could only be called an instant, he barely managed to move just his eyes in that direction to see the girl from before sliding along right next to the passenger seat. As the girl moved along at what seemed like the speed of a bullet, something was following behind her. It was a tail. The tail was stretching out from within her skirt and it was a flat metal chain within a clear tube much like a bicycle chain lock.
Their eyes suddenly met.
"No complaints, right?" she said in English.
The girl struck the metal door with the end of her spear.
She was intending to pierce straight through the door and into Kamijou's gut.
"O-Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"
Kamijou ignored the structure of the car, stepped up on the passenger seat, and jumped forward towards the hood. The instant he kicked off from the seat, the four blades pierced the door and he felt them scrape lightly along the bottom of his basketball shoes.
The shock of the metal door being torn through reached him an instant later.
Kamijou landed on the hood and then jumped down to the roadway.
He heard an odd roar and spun around to find that the short girl in her lower teens had torn off the convertible's passenger side door. With the end of the spear still stuck in the door, she had forcefully swung the spear around by its handle. In contrast to the ridiculously violent scene, the tail coming from her miniskirt swayed humorously.
The girl then swung the spear, door and all. She wasn't stabbing; she was swinging it down. However, she wasn't aiming for Kamijou.
She was aiming for the back of the convertible – specifically the fuel tank.
With a cracking noise, the metal wall easily broke. The tip of the spear sank into the fuel tank.
With a tremendous noise, the convertible exploded.
But that wasn't what surprised Kamijou.
The flame should have spread out in all directions, but the four blades on the girl's spear forcibly "grabbed" it.
He had no idea how it worked, but the four blades opened up like they were human fingers. They then forcefully closed again and the flames that were about to spread out were restrained.
The flames leaked from the gaps between the four blades, but they were given a new form in the air.
The flames became an unnatural block-shaped crimson mass. The sides weren't even in length, but no side was longer than about a meter.
The four blades looked like a fork stabbed into a giant carrot.
Instead of extinguishing, the flames moved along with the motions of the four blades.
The girl swung the spear with the mass of flames down like it was a hammer and met Kamijou's gaze as he had fallen to the ground.
She smiled.
Kamijou immediately held up his right hand to cover himself, but she altered the trajectory diagonally a bit to slip past it.
"You're kidding, right... !?"
Kamijou's body froze up and he used just his eyes to follow the flame-covered spear the girl with the miniskirt and tail was swinging down.
A shock then knocked the girl to the side.
Her body doubled over from the impact caused by Oriana's magic.
Her small body flew a few meters. She was still holding the spear, but the giant mass of flames slipped away like a carrot flying from a fork when it was swung around. The mass of flames flew off at an odd angle and exploded sending orange light around the area.
Even then, the girl did not collapse.
The bottom of her shoes scraped along the ground as she killed her momentum and she used the rectangular case in her other hand to stop Oriana's magic.
Smoke rose from the surface of the case and the light of the girl's eyes shined from behind the shield.
But then...
"Ahhhhhhh!? I used the most important thing as a shield without thinking!!"
Kamijou couldn't understand a word of her native English, but the magician seemed to be panicking.
Kamijou turned from the flustered girl who had just tried to kill him and spoke.
"Hey, Oriana. I don't really understand, but that rectangular case seems to be an important item. I'd rather not kick a girl's ass, so let's focus on that case instead."
"Fine with me. If it's a type of spiritual item, it should be interesting to see what happens if you punch it with your right hand."
The girl's shoulders jumped upon hearing that short strategy meeting.
"W-well done determining my weakness in such a short time! But I can't let it be destroyed here! In order to prevent my ass from being crushed by Bayloupe, I'll have to make a strategic withdrawal here. Toh!!"
The girl moved her tail like a pendulum once and then jumped straight up into the air.
Their fight had not caused an uproar because Oriana had used a people-clearing field at the last second.
The girl herself didn't seem too worried about causing a scene, though.
"Dammit... Can we follow her!?" cursed Kamijou.
If she could jump like that, she could ignore the layout of streets and go about the city as she pleased. It would be difficult to chase her in a car, much less on foot. After all, a car had to follow the roads.
"That isn't necessarily the case, " Oriana said in response to Kamijou's unease."Even if she can travel inside buildings and along rooftops, she's still limited. The buildings are built along the streets. If she is going to use the buildings to travel, she will naturally have to follow the flow of buildings."
"?"
"You don't get it? If she comes across a wide road with 3 or 4 lines on each side, she won't be able to reach the next building. It's just like having a road cut off by a wide river."
"Can't she jump from the building down to the road!?"
"If she could do that, she wouldn't need the tail. She uses it to ensure her balance in midair. Some types of monkeys use their tails in the same way when jumping from branch to branch. Since she prepared a spiritual item like that, she must be afraid of heights above a certain point!"
That meant there were some things the magician girl couldn't do.
Her escape route was naturally limited.
"Shall we go after her?"
"Of course!!"
Kamijou and Oriana nodded and ran into the London night.
Part 11
About a kilometer away from that turmoil, another member of New Light, Bayloupe, stood near the entrance to a subway station holding her head.
(That idiot... !! How could she cause an uproar that not only got the attention of the 0th Parish, but of the normal London police, too!?)
Even then, she could hear a high pitched voice yelling "Help, help!" through the communications spiritual item, but Bayloupe's thoughts were turning in the direction of wanting to finish the girl off herself.
The stairway into the subway area was surrounded on three sides by walls. It was almost midnight and the time for the last train must have been nearing because a large number of company workers and drunks were pouring down the stairway. Amid it all, Bayloupe was leaning against one of the walls focusing on the meter long bag hanging on her back and the old rectangular case lying on the floor at her feet.
(... At the very least, one of them must be activated. All I can do is wait for Lancis to contact me. The real problem is that we don't know the coordinates until the last second. Having to ad lib everything due to the unknown destination makes this difficult. )
She sighed and folded her arms as she watched the company workers walk by. Amid the stereotypical English securities men, she caught sight of the occasional Japanese person. The black hair stood out amid all the blond heads. Her eye was naturally drawn to them and, once the number of heads with black hair grew to 8 or 9, she realized that everyone around her was Japanese.
"... !?"
Having been surrounded, Bayloupe looked to the bag on her back. One girl stepped forward from the group of Japanese and approached Bayloupe.
"We are from Necessarius, the 0th Parish of the Anglican Church. Do you understand?" The girl, Itsuwa of the Amakusa Church, spoke in a manner similar to a police officer.
Despite the fact that they were still amid the crowd of passersby, she was already wielding a type of cross spear.
In response to that introduction that only those on that path would understand, Bayloupe pulled the edges of her lips up in a smile with her arms still folded.
"... So you've already made it this far?"
"We are a sect that focuses on blending in with the environment. This also makes us proficient in the techniques needed to find those who do not belong. These skills were originally used for early detection of spies of the shogunate mixed in with the townspeople, though."
"Tch. I see. So you're affiliated with them. The 0th Parish really does just gather whatever personnel it can, doesn't it?"
"We will have you accompany us to the Tower of London. Just in case, would you like to verify what you are being charged with?"
"No thanks."
Bayloupe unfolded her arms and put her hands in her pockets. In a motion much like putting on headphones, she attached what looked a bit like hearing aids behind her ears. However, on each side, there were two of what looked like vacuum tubes sticking out of them.
"Until this case is activated..."
With her special ears – or perhaps they could be called horns – put in, Bayloupe stuck the tip of her foot into the handle of the rectangular case lying on the ground.
"I have no intention of being captured!!"
She kicked the case up into the air and grabbed it with one hand. Using that motion as a sign, Itsuwa unreservedly struck with her spear. She was aiming to thrust the spear into the joint between Bayloupe's right shoulder and right arm.
A roar of sliced air resounded.
But Bayloupe's soft flesh was not torn.
This was due to the bag hanging from her shoulder. In response to her will, it tore from the inside and she swung the weapon inside horizontally. The weapon couldn't quite be called a spear and it couldn't quite be called a hand. It was a long metal pole with four blades stuck on the end. It struck Itsuwa's spear causing sparks to fly and the two of them were knocked back.
If Kamijou had been there, he would have recognized the weapon as the same type of weapon the magician girl he had run into had.
"... !?"
Along with the high pitched clang caused by the blow, the Japanese surrounding Itsuwa and Bayloupe pulled out their hidden swords and axes. Bayloupe was surrounded by sinister shining steel, but she still smiled fearlessly. She put even more strength into the hand holding her weapon.
She swung her weapon by rotating her entire body.
Itsuwa stood at the ready, but the attack was not aimed for any of the Amakusas. Bayloupe destroyed the concrete wall she had been leaning up against previously.
The stairway down to the subway was surrounded by walls on three sides and Bayloupe's intentions in smashing the wall like a biscuit were clear.
She was going to flee.
Itsuwa let out a frustrated breath as she attacked with her spear. However, her strike did not pierce Bayloupe's body. Bayloupe had already gone with the rubble down into the subway station the stairway connected to.
"Itsuwa!!"
"I know!! Tatemiya-san, you and everyone else guard the entrances and exits!!" Itsuwa yelled in response to her colleague and ran down to the subway station. She didn't really use the stairs. Instead, she just jumped down to the lower floor all at once.
When she landed, she stuck a hand into her pocket and pulled out a gun. The magazine was only loaded with blanks, but she still pulled the trigger.
Multiple eardrum-piercing gun shots reverberated throughout the underground area.
Hearing that noise, the passengers all headed for the exits. They must have thought there was a terrorist or a gunman. Before long, all the panicked people had left the underground area.
(Tatemiya-san and the others are watching the customer exits. If the magician is still in the station, we don't have to worry about getting civilians involved now. )
Itsuwa threw the now-empty handgun to the side and raised her spear again. As a magician, she could have set up a people-clearing field, but sometimes a physical method was more effective in an emergency situation. Especially since the Amakusas drew out the magical meanings from the normal objects around them. When it might take some time to find the necessary items, the way she handled it was much faster.
She ran down a fairly long passageway with ticket machines and automatic ticket gates at the end. Itsuwa jumped over a ticket gate as if it were a hurdle and continued running to the platform.
She arrived right when Bayloupe was about to climb down from the empty platform. She was most likely thinking of running directly into the tunnel instead of getting on a train.
Itsuwa's and Bayloupe's gazes clashed.
"... !!"
"... !?"
In that instant, Bayloupe made the first move.
Holding the rectangular case in one hand, she gave a large swing of the 4-bladed weapon that was part spear and part hand. She was throwing the sign it held.
The sign flew more than 10 meters until it was sliced to pieces by 7 strikes right before Itsuwa's eyes.
She hadn't done it with her spear.
She had laid out 7 wires.
"The Norse symbol of supernatural strength, " Itsuwa said as she held up her spear and silently walked forward while measuring the distance between them."Its form almost led me astray, but that is not a spear. The magical symbol leads me to feel that it belongs to the thunder god Thor who is known for his valor. But..."
"Please don't be so stupid as to say it's the thunder hammer Mjölnir. When the Christian Church is taught in northern Europe, the hammer is often used in many magical ways in the cultures that have no cross. However, that is not what we are using." Bayloupe grinned."Thor is famous for Mjölnir, but he used weapons other than that once. They were weapons he borrowed from a certain female giant. This is a spiritual item created from an analysis of that story. It is the steel glove. It is much more convenient for a girl to use."
"A weapon for a girl to use... ?"
"Sorry, but all the members of New Light aim to be gorgeous girls. A spiritual item made from an analysis of Mjölnir would be a bit too heavy to use easily."
Bayloupe stabbed the end of the glove forward.
She moved the lever on the lower portion of the grip and the four blades opened and closed like human fingers.
"First of all, we don't even think of Thor as merely a thunder god. Thor is essentially a god of agriculture, so his lightning strikes are interpreted as just one of the weather-controlling powers he has as the god that rules over the blessings of nature. Even so, Mjölnir is too strongly associated with the thunder god aspect, so we decided to prepare a weapon that isn't just used as a means of attack and possesses the softer side of a god of agriculture."
Itsuwa held out the tip of her spear and carefully estimated the distance between them.
As she did, Bayloupe continued speaking.
"As a substitute for Mjölnir, Thor borrowed a belt that increased his arm strength, an iron club with exceedingly powerful destructive force, and the iron gloves. The role of the gloves is unknown, but we interpreted them as an interface to accurately control very powerful spiritual items. In any case, there was one thing we ended up saying." As she spoke, Bayloupe spun the steel glove around and struck the floor of the platform with the four-bladed tip."Wouldn't it be easier to just have all of them in one spiritual item?"
The four blades sunk into the tile floor.
With the steel glove still stuck into the floor, she swung it forward with all her strength. Like a golf club hitting a bunker, a large amount of small fragments flew toward Itsuwa.
"... !!"
Itsuwa curled up her body as the barrage went by and then charged in. But Bayloupe spun the steel glove around in one hand like a tree branch and immediately attacked.
But this was not a slashing attack.
The steel glove "grabbed" something.
(The wind?... No, the dust in the air!?)
Just as Itsuwa realized it, the concrete powder expanded with explosive force near her face.
With a loud blast, Itsuwa's body was blown to the side. The bottoms of her shoes slid along the ground as she tried to slow herself down and Bayloupe jumped up. At about a meter up, she curled up her legs and thrust in rotating vertically.
She was still holding the steel glove and, as before, it was "grabbing" a large amount of condensed dust.
(Not good!! And that thing's bad enough with her arm strength alone... !!)
For an instant, Itsuwa brought her spear up to block out of reflex, but then she relaxed her muscles and jumped to the side. It was just too much force to block. Meanwhile, Bayloupe rotated twice in midair and used centrifugal force to swing down the steel glove. Her arm strength and the power of the dust caused the floor of the subway station to explode like a volcano.
Itsuwa had avoided a direct hit, but her body flew spinning through the air.
She had been hit by a few of the scattered fragments.
Even so, she did not fall to the ground. Like a figure skater who had failed a jump, she landed on the tips of her toes. Bayloupe "grabbed" more dust from the air and swung her weapon to the side towards Itsuwa.
Itsuwa had already lost her balance, so she couldn't move back any further.
The large amount of dust expanded near her as if it had exploded.
"G... Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"
Having received a direct hit that time, Itsuwa's body was thrown to the ground and then knocked a good distance back. The handle of the Friuli spear she was holding broke to pieces and scattered about the area. The tip spun through the air and stabbed into the ground right next to Itsuwa's face.
Holding the rectangular case in one hand, Bayloupe leaned the steel glove up against her shoulder with the other hand.
"Looks like this is over. We can go on if you like, but I'll be using the horn of wisdom, the Gjallarhorn, next."
As she spoke, she used the hand she had been holding the case with to lightly touch the side of her head as if she were checking on headphones she was wearing.
She had hearing aid-like devices behind ears with two vacuum tube-like objects sticking from each one.
"To reproduce the steel gloves, we gave them the destructive power of the club obtained from the female giant, the increased arm strength of the belt, and gave it the ability to 'grab'. But by adding in wisdom, I become the only member of New Light that can also partially use the thunder attribute. Unlike Thor, I use it in a different way than using Mjölnir. If you don't want to be turned to ashes, I suggest you remain where you are."
Itsuwa wiped the blood spilling from her mouth with the back of her hand, but she did not stand up.
Bayloupe grabbed the case again before speaking.
"With this, we will change the history of the United Kingdom. We will change the Royal Family, the knights, the church, England, Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland. But it isn't all bad. Make sure you enjoy the change we will be bringing about."
With the case still in one hand, Bayloupe straddled the steel glove like a witch's broomstick.
She did not fly with it.
The tip of the steel glove, the four blades, grabbed the floor. Then the individual blades skillfully moved causing it to move across the ground as if it were walking on tentacles. Riding the steel glove, Bayloupe jumped from the platform and disappeared at high speed into the train tunnel.
"......"
Itsuwa remained motionless for a bit.
Finally, she slowly stood up and reached over to a microphone on a pillar used for announcements.
Straddling the steel glove like a witch's broomstick, Bayloupe held the rectangular case in one hand and held the grip of the steel glove upside down with her other hand. She moved down the train tracks at the same speed as a car on the highway.
She gave a slow sigh and relaxed her shoulders.
(... At least I managed to escape trouble for now. I'm sure Lancis is fine, but I'm worried about Floris. Really, it's all because of Lessar's incredibly stupid mistake!!)
Bayloupe clicked her tongue.
She gave the steel glove instructions to match the gentle curve of the tunnel. She decided to head for either a nearby station or an exit for workers. As she thought about that, she realized something was odd.
(... Why was there a curve just now?)
According to the route map, the rail was nothing but a straight line to the next station. The route made no curve and there shouldn't have been any branching points.
Bayloupe stopped the steel glove and stood on the tracks.
She thought she might have entered some strange path, but she couldn't have. There had been only one path up to that point. But then why had the track curved? And where did that unnaturally curving track lead to?
As she thought, a sudden voice reached her ears.
It was coming from a speaker installed in the subway tunnel. It was most likely intended to be used to inform workers of coming trains. A familiar voice was speaking.
"... It won't really help to explain it to you now, but I'm sure you know that all of Necessarius's battle personnel must have a certain level of skill."
The voice was that of the girl she had just fought on the subway platform.
She wasn't sure what the girl was getting at, but she had a bad feeling about it.
"As such, there are a surprising number of magical facilities throughout London used to test the skill of new members. They are something like labyrinthine obstacle courses full of traps. So can you make a guess where that track that was magically 'switched over' to an unnatural curve could be leading?"
"It can't be..."
Bayloupe was already trapped within the spell.
Itsuwa left some final words for Bayloupe now that she could no longer escape.
"Make sure to work hard to ensure you don't die. From what I've heard, someone failed in regulating that labyrinth's difficulty. It's off limits now because people kept dying in it."
Part 12
Modern traps were made to be quite convenient. The giant spiritual item in the form of a labyrinth was made so the victims that succumbed to the traps would be automatically transported out and any items that were dropped partway through were separated and collected.
Itsuwa was at the subway station's lost article storage room. Simply put, it was a room where items people had left behind or dropped were gathered.
A rectangular case and a single sheet of parchment had been collected there. The results from the tested actions and battles within the labyrinth and an objective result of the person's battle ability as a magician were recorded on the parchment. It seemed those periodic tests were still being carried out to this day.
She heard a faint rummaging sound.
It was coming from a duct near the ceiling. As a new member of Necessarius, Itsuwa wasn't sure, but she thought it must have something to do with the mechanism that somehow connected the labyrinth to the lost article storage room. Itsuwa tried to peer inside it, but...
"Ignore any sounds you hear from there. Its self defense functionality is active."
Itsuwa hurriedly turned around upon hearing that sudden voice from behind her.
A woman wearing a worn out black gothic lolita dress was standing there. The woman's name was Sherry Cromwell and she had blonde hair like a lion and light brown skin. She was a senior magician to Itsuwa within Necessarius.
"This was originally created as a test facility for battle-hardened Necessarius members. It's been toned down a bit this time, but it'll still tear you to pieces if you let your guard down."
"... Ha. Ah ha ha." Itsuwa drew back and a laugh came out.
The rectangular case that Bayloupe of New Light had protected to her utmost had dark red stains in places.
"Don't be so scared. This test facility was too much so it isn't being used anymore. For the periodic tests these days, they just throw you in an empty room for a week and make you magically create food, water, and anything else you need to survive."
"Um... That sounds bad enough on its own, " said Itsuwa as she gave a bitter smile because she wasn't quite sure how to respond."Sorry for calling you here this late."
"I'm not a nun, so I don't have to follow all those rules. I have no set time I go to bed."
Starting with Sherry's direct battle style of using a golem, she was an expert in deciphering the magical codes hidden in spiritual items as well as in arts and crafts such as symbolic paintings and religious sculptures.
She scratched at her disorderly blonde hair with one hand.
"You know, I don't mind helping out Anglican magicians, but I don't like doing something that helps out those damn knights."
"Hah?"
"Nothing. I guess worrying about the past isn't going to help anything. I need to focus on my work here. You called me here because there was something you wanted me to take a look at, right?"
"Y-yes."
Itsuwa had called in Sherry to investigate the workings of a certain spiritual item.
Sherry turned her gaze towards the rectangular case on the metal shelf of the lost article storage room.
"Is this the item in question?"
"Yes. Please analyze it."
Sherry gave a slight breath from her nose and put on the thin gloves one used to handle antiques.
"Optical illusion techniques are harder to use with three dimensional objects than with pictures. After all, they must be constructed or carved without relying on making objects bigger or smaller to show perspective. That's actually one of the reasons I like the genre."
"Huh? But aren't there types of three dimensional trick art that use a large ball and a small ball to show perspective? You think it's just two balls, but when you change the angle... Things like that."
"When the viewing angle is fixed, it isn't that much different from a flat picture. That kind of optical illusion can't be done at all angles. It looks one way from the front and another from the side. Frankly, that's the same kind of art that can be constructed in a picture."
She felt across the contours of the case.
Her analysis as a magician that specialized in sculptures began.
"... It is primarily made of oak. The wood was carved down to only a few millimeters thick and then exposed to steam until it would bend. It is a complicated structure, but no nails or screws were used. It was made similarly to the weaving of bamboo baskets or the creation of wooden mosaics. It was complexly made by hand, but it could also be taken apart by hand and rearranged in a different form."
"U-umm... ? What does that mean?"
"The case was made so that it could transform." Sherry lightly clenched her fist and lightly knocked on the side of the case with the back of her hand."And its original form was not that of a case. Some other object was folded up in a regulated way much like origami in order to forcibly give it the shape of a case. If I recall correctly, New Light's field of expertise is Norse. In that case..."
"Hehh. Origami, huh?"
While listening to Sherry's explanation, Itsuwa casually stretched her hand out towards the surface of the rectangular case.
When she did, she heard a clicking noise.
It was the noise of the case unlocking due to its lock being broken from the beating it took in the test facility.
Immediately afterwards...
"Wah! Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah!?"
The rectangular case expanded.
It didn't just expand to two or three times its size. The growing mass of wood destroyed the shelf it was sitting on and went on to knock over the metal shelves lined up like in a library one after another.
When it stopped expanding, the rectangular case had become a large boat.
It looked like a large canoe made of wood. It was more than 10 meters long.
Sherry sighed in exasperation.
"... I think you're harboring airheadedness on the level of Orsola Aquinas."
"D-don't say that!! There's no way I could possibly be as bad as that nun!!" denied Itsuwa frantically.
Orsola Aquinas was a specialist at solving written codes, but she was an extremely large-breasted nun well known for being airheaded and moving at her own pace.
Itsuwa became a bit embarrassed about the state of the lost article storage room and averted her gaze from Sherry.
"C-come to think of it, did you not call Orsola here for this? The field may be different, but I get the feeling that she is very good at analysis work."
"I decided not to in order to make sure no mistakes like this would happen."
"Oh, " said Itsuwa in a (to men) cute-sounding voice.
Sherry looked over in an annoyed fashion towards the case that had transformed into a large boat.
"... So its original form was a boat. From a Norse mythology standpoint, Skíðblaðnir would fit best I suppose."
"Skíðblaðnir? Isn't that the boat that can hold all of the Æsir including Odin? From what I heard, it could be folded up until it was small enough to fit in a bag."
Of course, the boat before them was not the legendary boat. It was just a spiritual item with that name. However, since that story had been referenced, there had to be some kind of connection.
"Well, the case was just being used to transport something. Something else was likely put inside this ship in order to carry it around.... What could they have been trying to transport that required preparing the finest of ships that the gods chose to ride in?"
"... That's the cornerstone of New Light's plan, " Itsuwa muttered.
The item within, not the case itself, was the important item that would overthrow England.
The case they were looking at was clearly empty, but it was clear New Light's objective wasn't just to transport the case itself. It seemed that New Light's plan was centered around bringing whatever they had excavated in Scotland to London.
However, it didn't make sense that Bayloupe was just a dummy and one of her comrades actually had whatever it was.
"When I was fighting the magician who held this, she never let go of the case even once during the battle. A dummy case doesn't seem like enough reason to add the risks created by fighting with one hand in order to protect it. If she ended up being killed along with the dummy, she would have lost everything."
The piece of parchment that had come from the testing ground along with the case recorded her test actions and battles. From the looks of it, Bayloupe had continued guarding the rectangular case even after her steel glove had broken and then to the very moment she had passed out. That was clearly not how one would treat a mere dummy case.
"So it still has a secret left. A secret that gave her a reason to protect this empty case."
Sherry reached into her pocket and pulled out a small brush and magnifying glass as if she were about to excavate a fossil. It seemed she now had a genuine desire to investigate.
"So it isn't just a mere jack-in-the-box. I can investigate its detailed effects as a spiritual item, but I can't guarantee that I will find anything anytime soon. Agnese and her unit were doing a search of New Light's base in Edinburgh, right? They may find something before I do."
"U-understood. Thank you very much."
"No problem. You head back aboveground and destroy the remaining pieces of trash."
Sherry didn't even turn around as she gave that relaxed reply, so Itsuwa bowed once more and exited the lost article storage room.
She ran through the subway station heading for the exit and, just in case, contacted Agnese with her cell phone. Technically, she didn't use the phone line. She used a magical technique instead.
Instead of coming from the small speaker installed on the phone, Agnese's voice was created from vibrations of the strap.
"No, I'm sorry. We have investigated it, but we haven't gotten any information on Skíðblaðnir. We will focus our search in that direction from now on though."
"I see. Please do, " responded Itsuwa as she walked up the stairs and aboveground.
"So we've finally taken one of them out, huh? According to the information on them, New Light has 4 members. If there are still 3 of them left, this is still pretty bad."
"I actually have some good news in that regard, " Itsuwa muttered in the direction of the phone.
Something had just cut across right in front of Itsuwa followed by a sound of destruction. She looked in the direction of the noise and saw a girl sunk into a large sign. The remains of a wing-shaped spiritual item were scattered about the area and the girl had flown over 20 meters without hitting the ground before slamming into the sign.
Itsuwa looked at the girl who had clearly lost consciousness and spoke.
"There are only 2 left."
Itsuwa looked in the direction the girl had flown from just in time to see Priestess Kanzaki Kaori putting her sword back in its scabbard. It seemed she had knocked the girl away with her strength. Apparently, the effects of the steel glove were nothing compared to the physical strength of a Saint.
Itsuwa severed the connection with Agnese, picked up the rectangular case that had fallen to the walkway, and regrouped with Kanzaki and the rest of the Amakusas.
"I-it looks like there wasn't just one case."
"Yes. If the important contents are not in that case, we have no choice but to go after the next one. It looks like we can't relax until we stop all of them, but I would prefer to avoid any violent means."
Part 13
A lamp giving off a faint light shook slightly on the roof of a carriage with a luxurious interior.
The carriage was heading down a dark path with almost no street lights about 100 km away from the center of London. The carriage was not alone. With the large carriage at the center, there were about a dozen carriages in a row. The carriages weren't particularly armored, but the cavalry-like horses flanking them were covered in formal protectors.
It was a scene right out of a picture book or a fairy tale, but they were all moving at over 500 kph despite their antique appearance. This was not due to the abilities of the carriages. It was due to the magical effect of the magic circles that had been set at fixed intervals when the old pathway had been constructed. From a distance, the line of carriages may have looked like lit linear motor cars.
The carriages were colored with gold leaf and other precious metals giving them an unreal glitter, but what stood out the most was the large carriage in the middle that was travelling with a large number of guards.
It was known as the Travelling Fortress.
It was a long distance convoy carriage solely for the British Royal Family.
The parade carriage had a license plate for travelling on public roads and its wheels and wooden frame were strengthened, but it was also thoroughly fortified with over 700 spiritual items and magic circles.
Inside the decorated carriage that looked like it was from a fairy tale were 3 women.
They were Second Princess Carissa, Third Princess Villian, and Index.
"... So our older sister really didn't come, " muttered Carissa while staring out the window.
The skirt of her dress was spread out to the limit and she was taking up a space that would normally have fit 3 people. In contrast, Villian had folded up her clothes as much as possible and was forcing herself to fit in half of the usual space a person would take up.
"She finds it a bit hard to trust people, " she responded hesitantly.
"I wouldn't call that 'a bit'. Even if you prepared her a carriage strong enough to last for 3 days even if you threw it into the sun, she would still factor in a risk of attack."
"Isn't that why, though? She is the kind of person that refuses to trust in security that someone else set up. If you prepare it all for her like that, she is not going to get in it. She cannot trust things that she cannot check on for herself.... You do know she detached her private room at Windsor Castle and rearranged it as she saw fit, right?"
"I can understand getting a pet just to get an idea what it's like, but she is constantly sneaking out of the palace and into the city."
"I believe she said that the words of townspeople who do not know who she is hold no malice."
"Hmph, " said Carissa."Right now the Eurotunnel is more important than her anyway."
Carissa glanced over at Index who was idly kicking her feet because she had nothing to do.
"Even though our country is protected by Curtana Second, it is not guaranteed to have eternal prosperity. Even with the people obeying the queen as the leader of the angels and the knights as an army of angels, the country will still cease to function if a large number of people riot. And we can't exactly wipe them all out with a great flood like in the scriptures."
"..."
"To avoid a crisis like that, the knights work in the public view and, when the knights fail, the church works in secret to keep the peace in various ways. However, the Eurotunnel bombing, and the attempted terrorist attack on the passenger plane back to back have been more than enough to shake the people of our country."
"But, " Villian carefully chose her words, "even if France was involved in that series of events, the Roman Catholic Church most likely influenced them. What will only blaming France solve?"
"You may be right, but even if someone else is pulling the strings, France needs to be stopped." Carissa folded her arms."The Vatican is strong. We can't bring it down quickly, so the only other option is a drawn out war. For that, we need to create a supply base on the front lines. That makes this a geographic issue. We have to do whatever it takes to get France to 'cooperate' so we can construct a base right in front of the Vatican."
"Aren't you forgetting the option of creating a large scale supply base on the Mediterranean and simply applying pressure?"
"France is the one guarding the Mediterranean. That would still require quieting them down. Also, a sea fortress would require guarding against attack both from the air and within the sea, so I wouldn't really call it a realistic option. There is also the issue of strength. If a land base's walls are broken, they can be closed up again, but a single hole can sink one on the sea."
Villian frowned uneasily and brought her hands up to her chest.
"... We can request for cooperation from France. Is this really something that can only be solved militarily?"
"If you really think it isn't, just tell me how."
Villian looked up after hearing Carissa's words.
"Our sister specializes in her intellect, I specialize in the military, and you specialize in that benevolence of yours. This kind of method is naturally all that comes to my mind, but you may be able to find a more effective method.... Perhaps even one to deal with the Roman Catholic Church as well as France."
"Sister..."
"And to gather the information needed to make a decision, we need to investigate the cause of the Eurotunnel explosion. If you want to lead us to the best solution, make sure you stay focused. We'll be in Folkestone soon. We're almost to the Eurotunnel terminal that connects to Dover."
Part 14
Kamijou Touma ran through London late at night.
He didn't know it, but the girl he was chasing after was named Lessar. He wasn't foolishly running directly after the New Light member. Kamijou was running through a straight, narrow pathway between buildings.
He heard a high-pitched noise travel across the nighttime city above his head.
It was the security alarms of the different buildings. Lessar was jumping from building to building breaking out of a 3rd or 4th floor window on one and into another next. This activated the alarms each time, so it gave the illusion that it was a mass of sound that was travelling along.
The buildings must have been empty business buildings because he didn't hear any screams or any other signs of a commotion from within, but he doubted the girl really cared about that. There was no sign of a people clearing field having been set up and Kamijou was willing to bet that the girl would cut through a building even if it caused a commotion.
(Ahh!! What's with her careless methods!? She isn't acting at all like a magician trying to be covert!!)
Kamijou continued running as he yelled internally.
That was when something changed.
He all of a sudden realized something was moving alongside him.
It was a small orange pumpkin.
The pumpkin was about the size of a clenched fist and it had eyes and a mouth carved into it. The small pumpkin was moving along a nearby alley wall so as to meet Kamijou's gaze.
"From the looks of you, you aren't a magician or even from the UK. Why is someone like you chasing after me?" said a young female voice in a joking manner. The voice was speaking in Japanese."I apologize if you're just an immigrant living in Japantown, but you aren't, are you? I can smell it. I doubt you know all that much about England."
"... Are you from New Light!?"
"Correct. I am Lessar of New Light. If you're just a civilian I want to ask you to just leave, but since you're working with the 0th Parish and you know our organization's name, I don't really know what to make of the situation."
Her words made her sound troubled, but there was no seriousness in her voice.
(She's making fun of me. )
"Well, whether you're a magician or not, you're still out since you aren't from the UK. You're not qualified to participate in this. Don't get involved in what doesn't concern you and just leave."
"I'm not qualified to participate!? What the hell are you talking about!?" shouted Kamijou in a voice that rang throughout the narrow alleyway.
The pumpkin responded with a voice that sounded like someone giving directions.
"Of course you aren't qualified. As representatives of the magicians living in the UK, we are carrying out this absurd plan to send the country in a better direction. If someone were to appear to block our path, they have to at least love the UK as much as we do to have any legitimacy at all. This isn't an issue a traveller can get involved in."
"Fuck that! We know you people excavated some strange spiritual item in Scotland and have brought it to London! You're clearly planning on doing something horrible. How can I just ignore that!?"
"Oh, so that's what the 0th Parish's analysis came up with. Well, I'd have to be an idiot to give a hint to the enemy, so we can just go with that."
"What are you saying?"
"You don't really need to understand, but I'll say this: all we want to do is give a last-minute course change to the UK since it will definitely lose in a war as it is now."
The girl did not deny having excavated a spiritual item, having brought it to London, or planning on activating it.
The specifics of New Light's plan weren't clear, but Kamijou couldn't imagine that it would result in anything good.
"Anyway, this is an issue that only the people living in the UK can feel real urgency about. I doubt you'll willingly kill someone who isn't clearly evil, so just keep quiet about this. You're just the kind of person that gets enraged over things that don't concern you."
With those words, the pumpkin burst.
As colorful paper streamers spewed from the pumpkin as if it were a party cracker, Kamijou punched at it with his right hand knowing it wouldn't be any good.
(Dammit! She isn't just fast, but she's tracking my route of pursuit even though she shouldn't be able to see me here!! I wonder how she's doing!?)
Kamijou clicked his tongue and ran out of the small path to a larger one. This one was a large road with 3 lanes on either side. It was almost midnight, but there were still plenty of cars heading home and late-night buses going by.
Kamijou stopped running.
The bottoms of his feet slid across the ground due to his sudden stop and he looked up at a certain portion of one of the buildings.
Specifically, the 3rd floor window.
Lessar was standing in shock with both hands on the reinforced glass. She had an astounding jumping ability and was excellent at jumping up onto things, but apparently she had no way of softening the blow of jumping back down.
She also could not jump all the way across the large road all at once.
Lessar had basically run into a dead end and then yet another hardship came for her.
Oriana had caught up with Lessar and dropkicked her in the back.
The reinforced glass shattered and Lessar's body was thrown out into the air.
The plan Oriana had suggested had been as follows: I'll kick her down from the building next to the large road, so you catch her down below.
Kamijou spread out his arms and yelled up at Lessar.
"Ha ha ha!! You're either dead or captuuuuuuurrrred!!"
"... !?"
Lessar was at a loss for words and she couldn't do anything about her situation.
That was when Kamijou realized something.
Raining down along with the girl's small body were hundreds of glittering glass shards.
"I-I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!!"
"Hey, don't go hide!! If you don't catch me, I'll die!!"
After yelling something in English, Lessar held out her four-bladed spear, the steel glove. She struck the wall of the building with the end and, with a tremendous noise, Lessar's body flew horizontally.
She continued on between the trees on the side of the road and hit a pile of Halloween decorations. She fell down further and further breaking the decorations as she went. She seemed to have used them for cushioning and she landed on the ground with her clothes torn up. She then turned her back on Kamijou and ran off again.
Kamijou was completely dumbfounded and he saw Oriana's face poke out from the shattered 3rd floor window.
She put her hands around her mouth and yelled so that her voice reached him.
"You just lost a hell of a lot of pooooooiiiiinnnnttttssss!!"
"Well, sorry!! I just have to chase after her, right!?"
Kamijou ran after Lessar with slight tears in the corners of his eyes due to fear of the raining glass.
Part 15
Agnese Sanctis was in Scotland.
She was at a yacht harbor in the large city of Edinburgh. The yacht harbor was inside a bay and its location prevented many large waves from reaching it, making it useful for leaving yachts or cruisers for long periods of time.
Agnese was on a boat, but she was not on the water.
There was a large open area of asphalt in front of the yacht harbor. Cruisers worn from wind and rain were lined up there. They had been set up on the land because they could no longer float in the sea due to having holes worn in them.
Most of them were there temporarily waiting to be disassembled or waiting for repairs after being bought by people who couldn't afford a new one.
"So this is the third place, " said Lucia, one of Agnese's colleagues."It can't be used in the water anymore, but the living space has been repaired. It also has the same security as the other two hideouts. It definitely is one of New Light's bases."
Agnese narrowed her eyes.
The majority of modern day "advanced wizards" did not build extravagant castles or towers. If you focused all your power in one place, you would lose everything if that place was searched. As such, they would instead prepare numerous places that could be easily abandoned such as an apartment, a rented room, or an RV. Splitting up one's assets into smaller areas lowered the risk of losing everything.
This implied something about New Light.
Basically, they were not just a group that had an interest in love fortunes. Instead, they had real power as a magic cabal.
(What a pain in the ass enemy... )
Agnese sighed and then spoke to Lucia.
"Was there any information left inside? Was there anything about the details of the cases they're using, the Skíðblaðnir, or on their plan that involves using those cases?"
"As before, it seems to have been set up so that all the information sources inside could be erased remotely with a single signal. Sisters Catarina and Agata are currently doing a thorough check inside."
"Sister Agnese."
The hatch installed directly on the cruiser's floor opened. A nun with glasses, Agata, stuck her head out and beckoned at Agnese.
"We have found a prototype of the case in the engine room. The fact that the spiritual item was not destroyed more or less confirms that they erased the information remotely and didn't come by themselves. This also points to the possibility that some irregularity caused New Light to start this plan of theirs sooner than they had originally intended."
"So what are the effects of the case – of Skíðblaðnir – as a spiritual item?"
"I can't guarantee that this is correct because we have no actual proof, but I have done a certain level of analysis on it." Agata flipped through a notepad."It most likely teleports the item inside Case A to Case B, Case C, Case D, or any other related spiritual item. Its effective range is about 100 kilometers. If they're within that range, they can 'pass' the item around as they please."
"I see. So they're attacking London while passing some important item around between the 4 of them like they were playing lacrosse."
They didn't know what that important item was, but it was something worth preparing those cases for. It was unlikely to be "important" in a good way.
"It could be a bomb or something that could be used as a weapon."
"Yes, we need to look into that."
Two of the four members of New Light had already been taken out by the Amakusas. However, since they could pass around the contents of the Skíðblaðnirs, it was highly likely that any one of them could activate the contents.
Agnese took a report handed to her by another nun, Angelene.
"According to the other two hideouts we found, New Light seems to have excavated something near Edinburgh. That was most likely this important item."
"Sister Agnese! Emergency!!" said Catarina loudly opening the door connecting to the living area. Agnese looked over and Catarina threw a rolled up piece of parchment at her. After spreading it out, Agnese's shoulders jumped in shock.
"... You've got to be kidding me..."
Part 16
Kamijou Touma ran down an alley.
He started wondering what he would do if Lessar made another astounding jump, but it seemed something wasn't going right for her either. Even if she had cushioned herself with the decorated trees, she hadn't been able to land unscathed after falling from a building.
Currently, she was running down the back alley like a normal person with her tail made of a metal backbone within a clear tube swaying back and forth. That said, she was much faster than a normal girl. She was like a short distance sprinter maintaining her speed over the course of a marathon.
It must have taken Oriana some time to get down from the building because she wasn't nearby.
If he lost sight of her here, it would really be over.
Every time Lessar disappeared around a corner, Kamijou's anxiety spiked. Suddenly, he heard his cell phone ringing. Looking at the screen, he saw a number he was unfamiliar with. In fact, the leading numbers hinted that it wasn't a call from anyone in Japan.
He pressed the connect button while running and he heard a familiar female voice.
"You answered! Thank God! I was right to ask for your information from the Amakusas!!"
"Agnese... ?"
(Wait, why do the Amakusa's know my phone number?)
Despite Kamijou's question, Agnese's voice sounded pressured enough that he doubted she would welcome an unnecessary question.
"We know a portion of New Light's objective! Their final target is one of the British princesses heading to the Folkestone terminal in order to investigate the Eurotunnel!!"
"Seriously... ?"
Kamijou's body stiffened in shock.
"For diplomatic reasons, there are no magical security measures used on Buckingham Palace, but it is still heavily guarded by a large number of knights, magicians, and – most importantly – the queen herself. Now that the princesses have left the palace in a carriage, New Light has a great opportunity!!"
The assassination of a British princess.
A chill ran down Kamijou's back.
"And that isn't the only problem. The Royal Family 'officially' denies it, but the existence of Curtana Second gives me reason to worry. There is a certain large-scale spell that uses a member of the Royal Family as an activation key."
The Royal Family Agnese mentioned wasn't just an issue of bloodline. It apparently referred to someone magically inserted into the framework of the Royal Family. Due to political marriages, the British Royal Family possessed connections to the leaders of a number of countries, so it wasn't something that could merely be explained as "people of the bloodline of the English monarch".
If bloodline were all that determined whether someone was of the Royal Family or not, a princess from another country that became part of the Royal Family by marrying the king would then be the only person unable to use the magic of the Royal Family.
"There are many rumors about magic that uses a member of the Royal Family as an activation key, but the most extreme is a large-scale spell that activates on the death of a member of the Royal Family."
"What... ?"
"It really is just a rumor, but, simply put, it is an attack spell that creates destruction on a national level. It was supposedly deployed during the 16th century and, of course, the enemies it was targeted at were the other European countries. If it were to be activated, it is said that entire area would be completely blown away."
There was no longer any sense of reality to Agnese's words. She went on to say that it was possible that the rumor was merely exaggerated, but that wasn't much consolation to Kamijou.
"But if that ridiculously powerful spell were activated, it would cause a change in the earth's crust and cause other natural disasters within England, too. It would literally be a 'final attack', so the aftermath wasn't considered at all. You could say it's something like firing an insanely powerful magnum with only one hand. This is all just a rumor, but it is said that most of the people living in the UK would be killed by the recoil and the aftermath."
If that information were true, then New Light's true objective was...
"One of the New Light members told me something about someone who wouldn't put his life on the line for the UK not being qualified to join in this fight."
"From that, it seems that they really are thinking of assassinating a princess and that they are serious about the magic that would be caused by the death of a member of the Royal Family."
Another chill ran down Kamijou's spine and he hurriedly said something to Agnese.
"Wait a second. The British Royal Family has been continuing on for hundreds of years, right? A number of kings and queens would have died during that time. If this large-scale spell actually existed, wouldn't the UK and the rest of Europe have been wiped out ages ago!?"
"In the Christian church we have what are known as the last rites. Simply put, it is a type of ceremony that prepares the dead for the final judgment allowing them to reach heaven. It's possible that they applied some kind of code that avoided such a disaster then. Historically, royalty who died within the castle or were executed all had their last rites performed. However, if a sudden death in battle or an assassination succeeded and there wasn't enough time to carry out the last rites..."
"The spell only applying to the Royal Family would activate..."
The death of a king was the death of the country.
Even if it was a final attack that gathered up all of one's strength, you should get revenge.
It was a piece of magic left over from an age when people truly believed that. And it was still functioning.
Kamijou shuddered at the mere thought of it.
He desperately searched for something that allowed him to deny it.
New Light had placed a spiritual item that acted as a transmitter on the carriage for the Royal Family.
But that didn't mean they would succeed in the assassination right away.
"That's right. The princesses didn't go out there unarmed! I don't know if it's the usual for heads of state, but the cars and airplanes the president uses are specially made, right!?"
"It's true that that carriage is known as the Travelling Fortress because of all the different forms of security built into it. But it seems the transmitter they put on it doesn't just tell them its location. It also tells them whether the door is open or not."
"So they can attack when one of the princesses is getting out of the carriage?" As Kamijou muttered those words, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine."Don't they have guards with them!?"
"Of course they do, but they're guarding based on the assumption that the carriage's defenses are functioning properly. If that turned out not to be true, there would be a hole in their security. If a long distance attack was used through that gap..."
"Fuck, " Kamijou spat out."How did something like a transmitter get on a royal carriage anyway?"
"We don't know exactly how. Also, since a transmitter was put on, we can't deny the possibility of something else having been done to it. For example, they could have done something that temporarily weakens the magical defenses on the carriage."
"... This is horrible, " Kamijou groaned.
Index would be on that carriage along with the princesses.
"We still don't know how they plan on attacking. London could merely be nothing more than a shortcut to the terminal in Folkestone or they may be able to use some kind of long distance attack. Either way, you need to restrain the remaining members as soon as possible!"
Kamijou glared at the fleeing back of Lessar.
"There's still a member we haven't found, right!?"
"New Light is made up of 4 members and two have already been defeated. That leaves the one you are chasing and another one we don't know the whereabouts of. Given the characteristics of Skíðblaðnir we just discovered, their actions will be more limited if they are alone."
Agnese explained the effects of the rectangular case that was a spiritual item known as Skíðblaðnir. It seemed the contents could be freely moved from Case A to Case B.
"There are only two of them left. One of those cases must contain whatever it is. But..."
Even if Lessar had the contents, she would just "pass" whatever it was to the final member if she were cornered.
In other words...
"It's true that the final one won't be able to pass it on, but that isn't enough to ensure this assassination won't happen!! As long as they have whatever is in there, I get the feeling that any one of them could carry out a fatal attack!!"
"Yes. We cannot relax until each and every one of them has been found and restrained. So hurry!"
Kamijou hung up his phone, stuck it in his pocket, and focused his attention forward once more.
Lessar turned around a corner, but when Kamijou followed, she had disappeared.
(!?)
For a second his heart almost stopped, but he quickly figured out what had happened.
There was an emergency staircase stretching up a building to the side.
Kamijou looked up and heard a metallic clanging coming from the metal staircase.
"So she went up."
He regulated his breathing and started up the stairs. The building was about 5 stories tall. The door on the 4th floor was open. Looking at each landing as he went back and forth up the stairs, he headed straight for that door.
He then heard a metallic noise and saw four shining silver blades.
Lessar had jammed the blades into the space between the metal emergency staircase and the brick wall and she forcefully cut the connector.
"You're kidding!!"
With one of the bolts cut, the entire staircase wobbled. The sudden weight caused a bolt on a different floor to break like a shirt button popping off. Kamijou immediately grabbed the handrail, but the entire staircase tilted. It wasn't going to last much longer.
The entire staircase was tilted at about 15 degrees when it suddenly stopped. Looking up, Kamijou saw that the top of the staircase had hit the building on the other side of the alley due to the alleyway being fairly narrow.
"... !!"
Seeing that, Lessar started to attack with the steel glove again.
However, Kamijou moved before she could. He ignored the normal stairway, stood up on the handrail, and jumped up to the 4th floor where Lessar was. When he did, the bent staircase started to collapse and fall down under its own weight.
"Why you... !!"
As Kamijou approached, Lessar stabbed with the steel glove.
But there was one thing she didn't know.
A power known as Imagine Breaker resided in his right hand.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
As the staircase fell, Kamijou's fist swung down striking the top of Lessar's steel glove. The four blades shattered. Before Lessar could respond in shock to that, she was forced into a collision with Kamijou.
Behind her, she heard the sound of the staircase completely collapsing.
Kamijou lost his balance and fell to the floor and he stood up again breathing heavily.
In front of him, Lessar was refusing to let go of the rectangular case despite having lost her weapon. That case was Skíðblaðnir, the spiritual item that allowed her to freely pass around its contents.
Lessar looked around the area searching for an escape path, but Kamijou spoke cutting into her search.
"It's over."
"..."
"You no longer have the power to quickly run away like you had at the beginning. And you've also lost that weird spear-like weapon that gave you ridiculous strength. Right now, I could easily beat you down with my fists."
Lessar was still staring towards the elevator refusing to give up, but then Oriana appeared having run over hearing the noise.
Lessar's escape routes were cut off on both sides and she sighed slightly.
She then threw open a nearby door and jumped inside. However, there was no exit that way. Kamijou and Oriana nodded at each other and followed her inside.
It seemed to be a multi-tenant building and the rooms had been made into offices. The building itself was stylishly made of brick, so the stereotypical desks and office copy machines that were almost enshrined within it seemed a bit surreal.
Lessar was at a window.
However, she could not jump down. She knew that if she did, she wouldn't get out of it uninjured.
"We know what you're after, " Kamijou said."It seems you're aiming for the princesses while they're away from Buckingham Palace, but it appears you've failed. The others have been captured, too."
Lessar gave a slight laugh upon hearing Kamijou's words.
She responded to him in Japanese.
"But you don't know where Lancis is, do you?"
"..."
"The reason is simple enough. Lancis isn't in London."
A chill ran down Kamijou's spine.
He imagined that a member of New Light had already made it through London and was headed to Folkestone where the princesses were.
But it seemed that wasn't what Lessar had meant.
"Lancis is waiting in a place 30 kilometers north of London. The rest of us were merely relay points. We just had to adjust our locations to match up with the location of the royal carriage. If any one of the three of us here acts as a relay point, our plan will succeed."
"What are you saying... ?"
Kamijou frowned doubtfully, but that was when Oriana looked up as if she had realized something. Her instincts as a courier must have told her something.
"A relay point... ? You don't mean... !!"
Oriana quickly pulled out her booklet of flashcards, but Lessar just laughed.
"When you figured out that we had mass produced them, why didn't you realize that there could be five Skíðblaðnirs!?"
Lessar tilted the rectangular case to the side by quite a bit.
What looked like a blue laser shot into it ignoring the presence of the walls. The light then changed directions as if it had been refracted and shot off for some other destination.
According to Agnese, Skíðblaðnir had an effective range of 100 kilometers. It could reach Folkestone from there.
However...
(... That Lancis person clearly sent the contents here. )
"Who did you send the contents to? Who has the 5th case!?"
Kamijou instinctually tried to grab the case, but Lessar threw it to the side since she didn't need it anymore and spread her arms wide. Kamijou looked on in puzzlement and she spoke.
"I've completed my objective, but it's true that I lost this battle. I guess causing even more trouble for you all and the Forward after such a boring result wouldn't be right since we've allied with you." Her smile turned to a look of resignation."I'll take it. If you're going to silence me, do it now."
Kamijou saw a spot in the night landscape outside the window flash.
He immediately jumped forward to pull Lessar out of the way, but something happened when he grabbed her arm.
The window behind Lessar shattered and something red spurted out.
"A sniper!?" yelled Oriana.
Kamijou wasn't even pulled down with her. Lessar merely spun around from the blow and struck the floor. Perhaps because he had grabbed her arm, the aim had been off just slightly. Whatever had struck her shoulder had almost torn her arm off. It must have broken an artery because an unbelievable amount of blood was flowing out.
"You idiot! Get down!!"
Despite being yelled at, Kamijou couldn't move.
Lessar had said she was being "silenced".
If that were true, this wasn't someone coming to help Kamijou and Oriana.
That attack had clearly been intended to kill Lessar.
"Dammit!!"
Finally able to move, Kamijou looked around the area and found a bundle of copy paper. He balled it up and pressed it against the wound. Probably because of all the blood she had lost, Lessar had begun to convulse slightly. She was going into shock.
She would be in serious trouble at that rate.
"Call an ambulance, Oriana!! No, wait. Is there any healing magic you can use!?"
"Unfortunately, no, " Oriana said regretfully.
Then she froze in place.
The object that had broken the window and pierced Lessar's shoulder had stuck into a steel office desk. It was an odd projectile made up of a streamlined arrowhead stuck onto a pole about 30 cm long.
Oriana was not shocked by how much destructive force it had.
She was shocked because she recognized it.
"... Robin Hood..."
"What!?"
"It's a long-distance sniping spiritual item used by the knights. But the Anglican Church was supposed to be in control of magical incidents within the country. I hadn't heard anything about the knights helping out with this."
Oriana pulled the projectile out of the steel desk.
She traced its surface with a fingertip.
"Robin Hood was developed for military purposes by a famous unit under direct control of Second Princess Carissa. If that unit is involved in the silencing of New Light... It couldn't be... !"
As Oriana responded in shock, Kamijou's body stiffened.
He stiffened because of Lessar.
Her wound was being held down by a large amount of copy paper and she moved her shaking lips to speak either to brag about her success or in thanks for the emergency treatment he had given her.
"... We were transporting Curtana Original..."
A smile appeared on her bloody face.
"That's the ceremonial sword that was once used for coronations and the Sword of Mercy that can only be used by the Royal Family.... Of course... it greatly outdoes the Curtana Second... that was created later and the current queen possesses it. It is the UK's greatest spiritual item... It is truly the proper sword with which to change the country..."
Part 17
Folkestone was a port town about 100 kilometers from London. In that city was the terminal to the Eurotunnel, the undersea tunnel that cut across the Strait of Dover.
Innumerable carriages were stopped near the terminal that was wrapped in darkness. They were the carriage for the Royal Family and the ones guarding it. A number of military horses along with a few dozen knights wearing silver armor were waiting there as well.
There was no light in the entrance.
As the undersea tunnel had been destroyed in an explosion partway through, the terminal was not operating. Index was headed towards it. A bit away, a young maid was handing a thermos of tea to Third Princess Villian.
That was when Knight Leader's eyebrows twitched.
He looked down at the rectangular case he was holding.
He checked the weight of the case and then moved silently over to the second princess. Still holding the case, he whispered in Carissa's ear.
"It has arrived."
"I see."
Second Princess Carissa gave a slight nod.
Knight Leader continued speaking so that no one else could hear.
"From our monitoring of electronic and magical communications, it seems the church mistakenly believes that New Light intends to activate a large-scale anti-European attack spell by assassinating a princess."
"Hah. And yet that ridiculous legend isn't even true."
"If we really had such destructive magic, the negotiations would have gone much more easily. And more than anything, we would simply need a plan to ensure that the people weren't killed so easily."
Carissa moved her right arm so as to quiet the man and her smile deepened.
"Convey this to the knights hidden all across the country."
That was the sign.
That single command would burn a nation down from the inside.
"Begin the invasion. I now have Curtana Original, the sword that decides the king, within my grasp. This makes me, Carissa, the ruler of the United Kingdom. Anyone that does not want to see the country decay under the rule of the previous pacifist queen, stand up of your own will. To bring about the new United Kingdom, leveling some things will be necessary and some destruction will be necessary."
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