Vina Victoria

[Code Name] Vina Victoria

[Gender] Female

[Combat Experience] 7 Years

[Place of Birth] Victoria

[Date of Birth] Jul 10

[Race] Aslan

[Height] 172cm

[Infection Status]

Medical tests have confirmed that no infection is present.

[Physical Strength] Excellent

[Mobility] Excellent

[Physical Resilience] Excellent

[Tactical Acumen] Outstanding

[Combat Skill] Excellent

[Originium Arts Assimilation] Standard

Originally registered at Rhodes Island as the leader of the Glasgow Gang, she later worked alongside us as the leader of the Exemplars during the Londinium War. Now, as the Speaker of Parliament, she maintains our cooperative relationship. Rhodes Island has been supporting Londinium's healthcare system, and Vina Victoria has pledged to broaden our partnership in other areas.

Imaging tests reveal clear, normal outlines of internal organs, and no abnormal shadows have been detected. Originium granules have not been detected in the circulatory system and there is no sign of infection. At this time, this operator is believed to be uninfected.

[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 0%

Vina Victoria shows no signs of Originium infection.

[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.16u/L

After the war, Vina Victoria completed another physical examination. The medical report was submitted by a local operator from the Londinium branch, and contains subjective assessments (see below) which I recommend removing from the file.

'I personally saw her battle at Silverrock Bluffs, a literal mountain of Originium. She charged to the frontlines with no protective gear, but somehow avoided infection. It's been days since then, and I can't help but wonder if that was a sign that Victoria can lead us through tough times.'

What, should we check if she gets food stuck in her teeth during meals too? If not, maybe that means Victoria will sweep away the old refuse and lead us into a glorious future? Maybe we're placing way too many expectations on a single person.

——Morgan

Initially, most of our operators had a limited understanding of Vina Victoria due to significant gaps in her records, which were based entirely on scant personal details leaked by the Glasgow Gang to HR.

However, when she returned to Rhodes Island as the Speaker of Londinium's Parliament, she quickly changed those perceptions.

Many noticed that, as Speaker, Vina acted with more caution, likely due to her new status.

According to the Glasgow Gang, Vina 'has a particular fondness for strange-flavored candies', but when the 'Odd-Food Enthusiasts' of Rhodes Island offered her a super-spicy star-anise-and-angelica root lollipop, Vina politely but firmly declined. There was also a rumor that she 'likes to doodle on her clothes'. However, the operators know that the intricate embroidery and patterns on her royal garments are definitely not doodles.

Many have remarked that Vina has become more laid-back and carefree after coming to Rhodes Island.

How about the claim that she is 'a picky eater who hates potatoes'? This was disproven after she was seen, on several occasions, chowing down on the nutritious meals provided by Hibiscus. The assertion that she is 'low energy and sluggish' was also quickly debunked. According to our operators, Vina actively takes part in many activities at Rhodes Island, including postpartum care for burdenbeasts and test-driving Engineering's new tractor.

What should we make of the changes in Vina Victoria's lifestyle? That's still being looked into. However, it is clear that many of the personal details leaked by the Glasgow Gang and recorded in Vina's file were simply pranks and should be removed.

Pranks?! If you remove anything, you're boneheads! You hear me, HR, official boneheads! I'll fight every single one of you!—Indra

Vina once said she liked sour lollipops because the intense sourness made her feel more alive. It's probably the same reason I enjoy the awful, nearly expired sauce from Old Hank's shop.

As for the claw marks she draws on her clothes, she said it's to let the ingrates see at a glance what kind of marks she can leave on them.

As for her hating potatoes, that part's true, but it also shows her determination and resolve. She even dragged Hannah into the boxing ring once, to get her to eat all her potatoes for her.

And the reason she can fall asleep anywhere is because she's always exhausted. I get that—if I had to be two people at once, I'd be tired too.

That's the Vina I know, and no one can tell me otherwise! These new 'records' you're adding are nothing but lies.

—Morgan

But whenever we see her, she's the same old Vina. She still shoves her potatoes onto Hannah's plate like always.

—Dagda

Hold on, Dagda, that isn't contradictory. While I no longer dislike potatoes, it's still funny to put them on Hannah's plate... But Mr. Recordkeeper sir, everything Morgan said is completely true as well! I've even fallen off the tram while dozing off...

Tch, never mind, why am I bothering to explain this? Anyway, those are all things I've done, so just leave them in my file!

—When the Glasgow Gang caused a ruckus at HR, Vina attempted to mediate.

[Classified Log]

I don't know precisely what trick Kal'tsit used, but she did manage to get Siege, who was living in fear in a foreign land, to let down her guard and treat Rhodes Island as a second home. During that time, she would even drag Kal'tsit to their Glasgow Gang dormitory to watch movies.

So, when Kal'tsit finally called her by her full name, 'Alexandrina Vina Victoria,' all her hair stood up. I remember it clearly: she smacked Mon3tr with a hammer so hard it started buzzing; you could hear it from the hallway.

But she only hit it once. This time, she didn't run away.

[Voice Log]

Doctor, I've actually never been sure whether the path I'm on is one I've chosen for myself. From my biological father, to the dukes who sent him to the gallows, to the 'Unicorn' pulling strings behind the scenes... they've all tried to control my life, pushing me into different roles for all sorts of purposes. But I can't see what lies ahead. I really don't know what path they've put me on. To be honest, I hate it.

When I first came back to Londinium, I thought I was heading home to deal with some minor family issues. I never imagined I would end up where I am now, doing what I'm doing. But Dr. Kal'tsit did, didn't she? Right from the beginning. Even when she first brought me to Rhodes Island, she was already looking toward Londinium, wasn't she?

Ha, you won't deny it. I only just realized that Dr. Kal'tsit—and even you, Doctor—have already thought more about my life's trajectory than I had. All while leaving me completely in the dark.

What, you think I'm angry? Not at all. I think of it as you competing against those who've tried to manipulate me, and helping me defeat them. I don't regret my choices in the slightest, and neither should you.

The Holy Orb of Order, a symbol of the Victorian parliamentary system, is usually held by the Speaker (the King themself). It is made of a special alloy crafted by royal alchemists; its deep blue hue emits a mysterious, shifting glow when placed in the light. It is adorned with a golden band in the center, set with various dark gemstones. There are two different Holy Orbs of Order: one engraved with a red dragon, and the other with a lion. The former belongs to the Draco royal family, and the latter belongs to the Aslan royal family. Eventually, the orb with the red dragon disappeared along with the Draco royal bloodline, while the orb with the lion has been passed down through the Aslan royal family for generations.

Professor Briggs, 65 years old, and a faculty member at Victorian National University, tearfully recounted his experience. According to him, the current Speaker of Parliament, Vina Victoria, unexpectedly approached him one sunny afternoon, seeking information on the Holy Orb of Order. After Professor Briggs carefully explained the orb's history and political significance, as well as the process used to make it, the Speaker revealed her true purpose: she wanted to repurpose it into a voting bell to remind members to attend votes punctually! She even planned to make replicas and distribute them to every MP!

Professor Briggs deeply regretted not asking for clarification in the beginning. He tried to 'hypnotize' the Speaker with his words, hoping she would forget this absurd idea as well as what he had told her, but unsurprisingly, he failed. In his despair, he cried that a royal heirloom, the sacred symbol of Parliament, should never be desecrated like this—and if it were, it certainly would not be in relation to him.

The Speaker, however, had a different perspective. She boldly asserted that since both the Holy Orb and the voting bell are used to maintain parliamentary order, they are clearly the same thing.

—'Londinium Bi-Monthly,' Headline News, 'Parliamentary Relic or Gold-Plated Alarm Clock?'

Your Grace, we are losing Victoria.

The Duke of Wellington's stance is clear, and his will is firm. We have no way to respond by force, lest we provoke another war. While Tara's economy is imbalanced, its foundation remains strong. You would need to collaborate even more closely than you currently do with the other dukes if you want to put economic pressure on the Duke of Wellington.

On the other side, only Alexandrina and Parliament remain. As you said, there is no need to rush in and get involved; rather than seizing authority, Alexandrina seems to be building her own power base in a land where previous sources of authority have already been shattered. The power she is accumulating... we could have harvested it.

However, as I've mentioned several times in my reports, her methods are unconventional. She appears adept at dismantling established symbols of power. Though she is currently powerless against the crown, the Holy Orb of Order has already been reduced to what common folk jokingly call a 'gold-plated alarm clock.'

I don't know how she plans to establish her authority after so eagerly dismantling the existing symbols of power. I believe her approach will lead to one of two outcomes: either she will quickly be hanged by her own people, or she will create a kind of power we've never seen before and can't ever hope to harness.

—Report submitted to the Duke of Caster, intercepted by Operator Harmonie and secretly forwarded to Rhodes Island

Ha, it's happening all over again. I pass some bills in Parliament, and they remain indifferent... but when that little orb is placed on the lathe, everyone gets so worked up.

When all else fails, shake things up! That still works in politics, from time to time.

—After reading the above report, Vina laughed.

This one? This is a photo that the Count of Schutzbury gave me. Don't worry about who he is for now... Can you guess what it's of?

Right, it's just a blurry mess, I can't make it out either. The day he gave it to me, he didn't prattle on about his usual theories of justice. Instead, he looked at this blurry photo and went on and on about what he saw in it: a bakery with a red sign, selling the worst bread on the block. Yet, homeless people would gather in front of it every night, eating the leftover bread the owner had left out. There was a sunken area on the road in front of the shop, where water would collect every time it rained. The neighborhood children would pick up the bread wrappers thrown away by the adults and fold them into paper boats to float in the water, etc...

I later found out that his unusual behavior was something Vina had orchestrated.

Strange, isn't it? Morgan and the others told me that Vina used to be like all the other street thugs—she despised nobles to her core. Two months ago, I would have had a hard time imagining her speaking with any noble for ten minutes without throwing a punch. In the past two months, she's made more new noble friends than I've made new intelligence contacts. Of course, she still hates salons, fancy dinners, and balls, but at least she's willing to let a viscount talk about his family's ancestral beliefs before raising her fist, or let a scholar explain some new, emerging political theories, or let an army officer recount the social ills he's witnessed firsthand. Just like how she used to listen to me talk all night about Lynncardine. It seems like she is trying to understand the Victoria she's determined to shatter.

Victoria is dirty, but it's also proud. Over a thousand years ago, when the Draco people were still nomadic tribal leaders, they pieced together the earliest form of Victoria using a framework borrowed from Sargon. But the fundamental source of their power was still their ability to protect their people—something they took pride in. That pride has been passed down, stumbling along the way, to the present day. Every noble child still blindly recites 'Honor her glory, shield and protector,' just as their ancestors did, though they no longer can see the people they need to protect.

I think Vina must have seen that pride, which is why she's holding back her fist for now. She wants these people to open their eyes and see Victoria the way she does. So, while riding in Count Schutzbury's hot air balloon, Vina pressed his head down, making him look at the streets below, showing him that the people he treated like trash also had lives of their own. What he couldn't see, Vina described to him, street by street, until the sky began to lighten again, until the hot air balloon was frosted over.

After they came down, Count Schutzbury immediately called back those poor souls he had thrown into the boiler room without any protective gear. He started telling everyone about the sights he saw, the things he had learned for the very first time. Of course... we all know this was probably just momentary self-reflection. Vina opened his eyes, but in the end, he will most likely close them again.

But even so, for Victoria, this is a big deal.

—A conversation between Delphine and the Doctor

[Voice Log]

Thank you for your skepticism, Feist.

...No, of course I don't want the military-industrial complex to dominate Victoria's future—that would only turn Victoria's future into Ursus's past.

My hope is only that any new technology retains the potential for military application.

My teacher told me that Rhodes Island will guide us down a path that confronts the destiny of the land. He wasn't speaking metaphorically. It was never Rhodes Island that pulled Victoria into the Core countries' political struggles: Victoria was inevitably being drawn into a much larger vortex.

When Rhodes Island reaches the end of its mission, I hope that we, and Victoria, will stand in the right position. By that time, I don't want her to be held back by an unwieldy industrial system or outdated military technology.

And until then... I assure you, nothing born from your hands will become an extension of anyone's ambitions.