GODDESS OF VICTORY: NIKKE story · Event stories
ARCANE ARCHIVE
15 scenes, 1,611 lines
1. Something to Do
43 linesWill you be okay?
Sorry?
I'm sure you already know that you're quickly reaching your limit.
...
Okay. If that's what you want.
All right, I'm going to lie down.
Arcana lies down on the bed extending out from the large cylindrical machine.
I'll think about it.
Anyway, let's begin.
It's okay if you're scared.
You're doing the right thing.
*Click*
Just let me take a few selfies, for proof y'know?
*Click click click*
Arcana strikes a couple of different poses as she takes a few snaps with her phone.
...
As Ingrid presses the button, the machine hums to life.
*Vrrrmmmm*
Memory wipe procedure initiated.
We're only within the authorized limits by a hair...
No, wait. It's the opposite.
We're just outside it.
Arcana lies inside the operating machine with her eyes closed peacefully.
...
Ingrid takes out her phone.
Please provide authentication code.
...
Authenticating user...
... You do what you have to do.
I'll do the same.
... Authentication complete.
User Code: I
For a righteous judgment.
2. Mystery Woman: A
54 lines*Zing*
Monsieur! Stay right where you are!
What's wrong?
Is it time for the Thieves of Justice to make a move?
Unfortunately, not this time.
Then what is it?
I need your help.
A stranger appears from behind Phantom.
Hello!
Nice to meet you, Arcana.
...
...?
...
What do you mean? As in she underwent a memory wipe?
That's right.
I'm not sure if you remember,
but due to the sensitive and secretive nature of our work,
the members of Best Seller have to undergo regular memory wipes.
Right.
I see.
Secretive...?
I receive my fair share of memory wipes,
but it's nothing compared to what Arcana goes through.
How often does she have to get it done?
On a daily basis.
...
Like lasting side effects?
I guess you could say that.
We're supposed to only forget the information we handle,
but right now, Arcana has forgotten who she even is.
The Boss asked me to do whatever I could to try and bring her memories back, but nothing had worked so far.
Please, Monsieur, I need you to help Arcana regain her memory.
Hm...
No, it's not that.
I'm just thinking about what we could do to help her regain her memory.
Name.
??
You do? Well, that's something.
3. Mystery Woman: B
62 lines...
...!
Phantom mentioned secrets earlier,
and something clicked in my mind.
Also, the word "detective" sounds familiar.
Therefore, I must be...
That's probably because you played the role of the detective when we all practiced being thieves.
Oh, is that it?
That's right.
At least you got your name right.
Arcana, try and remember.
We are the Best Seller Squad.
Librarians in the Ark, entrusted with the noble duty of preserving knowledge.
You can explain it all you want, but I still don't remember.
Is there anything you could tell her which would jog her memory?
To be honest, I'm not really sure.
Why not?
But aren't you both from the same squad?
We're both a part of Best Seller,
yes, but we don't actually know much about each other's work.
Because it's classified?
That's right. Other than personal matters, we don't know much else about each other.
When it comes to our professional roles,
I can only assume that Arcana handles even more secretive material than the rest of us.
Hmm...
But I do know where she usually spends her time,
which is in her workshop.
Why don't we go there and try to find some clues?
My thief instincts are pointing in that direction.
I suppose that's the only viable option we have.
Are you okay with that, Arcana?
With what?
We're planning on going to your room.
What's making you hesitant?
That's true.
You never did have so much as a hair out of place.
Looks like that hasn't changed.
Hehe, I guess not.
Maybe that's why when I hear that other people will be entering my room,
I feel this sense of resistance.
But if we don't check it out, we won't turn up any clues.
Arcana lifts her pinky finger.
Promise me something.
Promise what?
Uh... sure.
I hook my pinky together with Arcana's.
All right, let's go.
Arcana strides confidently out the door...
And then promptly comes back.
Where is my workshop, by the way?
...
I'll lead the way.
4. Searching for Memories: A
147 linesAfter arriving at the library,
we proceed to follow Phantom deeper inside the building, past the reading room...
Until we reach a door at the end of a secluded hallway.
Looks quite secretive.
Arcana points to a note stuck on the door which reads "Authorized Personnel Only!".
That's definitely your handwriting.
Arcana pokes my side.
What?
Given how hidden this location is,
I must have been working on something that was a huge secret.
If I'm not a detective, then...
Then...?
I highly doub...
...
It's not entirely impossible...
... Actually, that might be true.
You think so too?
Let's hurry inside!
We might find a weapon stash.
Knives, guns, all sorts of stuff!
*Click*
Huh?
*Click click*
Arcana jiggles the door handle, but the door doesn't budge.
It's locked?
There's something next to the doorframe.
Hmm?
Beside the door, a small device the size of a fist is affixed to the wall.
It looks like a biometric scanner.
Wow, you can tell that just by looking at it?
I've seen something similar a few times before.
... I saw it at the Central Government HQ.
Oh, right. Phantom told me that you're a commander.
Try scanning your fingerprint.
Following my instructions, Arcana places her finger on the scanner and brings her face toward the device.
Identification confirmed.
*Click*
No problem. Let's head inside.
Upon entering the room, the interior space, to put it charitably, has a "lived-in" feel.
To put it bluntly...
...
...
...
It's a total pigsty.
Well, I think we can rule out you being an assassin.
Er... well...
Piles of clothes lie scattered everywhere.
Books are stacked up in impossibly high towers.
One entire wall is covered with an array of photos.
A motley assortment of occult artifacts are peppered throughout the disarray, their purpose unclear.
Those pictures on the wall, are those selfies of you?
Uh...
Wait, I've got it! A thief must have broken in!
Some dastardly criminal busted in and trashed my room!
The door was locked, and from the looks of it, can only opened with your biometric data.
This library is one of the most secure places in the entire Ark.
No run-of-the-mill cat burglar could get in here.
Only a phantom thief would even have a chance of breaking in.
...
...
Of course there isn't! What do you take me for?
Having said that, you should really try and put your clothes away properly.
...
And get in the habit of putting books back on the shelf after reading them.
I should mention that you were like this even before you lost your memory.
... I see.
Forget clues. We need to clean this place up first.
W-wait!
You're already going out of your way to help me. Having you clean my room is a step too far.
How about you go outside for a moment?
I'll clean this place up. It won't be long.
If you insist.
Uh, actually...
What's wrong?
... Call me when you're done.
I spend about 30 minutes in the reading room, perusing various books before returning to the Arcana's workshop.
Nothing seems to have changed?
What do you mean? I got rid of the clothes, and organized all sorts of stuff!
... I did my best.
The table looks exactly like it did before.
As before, the table is cluttered with stacks of cards, a crystal ball, and thick, mysterious-looking books.
Oh, that stuff?
Arcana picks up a deck of cards from the table.
While we were cleaning, these brought back memories.
What are they?
Tarot cards?
I know they're tarot cards, but that's about it.
Arcana skillfully shuffles the deck.
I did. I told you about five times earlier.
Oh. Sorry.
...
Still, at least you're remembering things, even if it isn't at the fastest pace.
Do you remember anything else?
Arcana flips over a card and carefully places it on the table.
I do remember that before heading to work, I would do a reading for myself.
On the card, it reads "Death".
Death?
...
What does it mean?
I take it that's a bad sign?
Well...
Arcana hesitates for a while.
It means...
After a few moments, she utters something which takes me aback.
I... I have no idea what it means.
...
...
5. Searching for Memories: B
111 lines15 minutes later.
After flipping through one of the formidable tomes for a while, Arcana suddenly lifts her head.
I found it!
The upright Death card,
despite its ominous appearance,
in fact signifies new beginnings and rebirth.
Phantom.
Yes?
Do tarot readings usually involve reading from a book?
Pretty sure that's a no.
...
You think so?
I'm not so concerned about that.
What I want to know is... has she always been like this, personality-wise?
*Beep*
Sorry, I've got to take this.
Go ahead.
Phantom leaves the room with her phone in hand.
... So, in conclusion.
I'm bubbly and approachable on the outside,
but inside, I'm a cold, ruthless, and sophisticated professional.
Voila!
I see.
Would you like me to give you a reading?
No th...
Outside the room, I can faintly hear Phantom on the phone.
Actually, we may have to wait for Phantom, so go ahead.
Excellent!
Even if it's not always 100% accurate, fortune-telling can still be quite useful.
You could consider it a form of advice.
Arcana shuffles the deck and spreads the cards across the table.
Now, select three cards.
I reach out, draw three cards, then flip them over.
Emperor, Wheel of Fortune, and a reversed Hanged Man.
Arcana looks at the cards, blinking vacantly.
Do you need a moment to consult the book?
..!
That could apply to anyone.
It seems that you are struggling especially with human interaction.
Wha... How did you know that?
Once again, this is all pretty general...
Hehe, I know everything.
Mmm, very true.
And...
You recently parted ways with someone precious to you.
...!
Surface... Battle... Struggle...
You have been fighting ceaselessly all this time, without reprieve.
Arcana? Are you okay?
Chatterbox.
!!
Nihilister, Indivilia.
Countless enemies whom you have defeated.
However,
even stronger foes will stand in your way going forward.
...
...
Current data shows your success rate in battle as 82%.
If we exclude tactical retreats and successful withdrawals,
100%.
After analyzing your combat records from your initial commission to your latest mission,
your future is...
Urgh!
!!
Arcana staggers back, clutching her head. I reach out to support her.
Are you okay?
With her head resting against my shoulder, Arcana looks up at me.
Fragile?
Like a princess?
Yeah. You know, fair maidens of delicate constitution who are prone to fainting daintily and the like.
When did I ever say princess?
I said damsel.
...
What in the world just happened?
You certainly did, but not for the reason you're thinking.
??
It seems Arcana has no memory of what just transpired.
Did something happen?
No, it's nothing.
What was the call about?
So it was regarding work?
Don't worry. Leave it to me.
Will do.
Let's head out of here for now, Arcana.
Okay.
What do you plan on doing now?
First off...
I think we need to have you get a thorough examination.
6. Following the Memories: A
112 linesDespite Arcana grumbling about how she is fine, I insist on taking her to the hospital.
After having her go through a medical examination, I head into the consultation room to hear the results from Mary.
How'd it go?
You say you're potentially suffering permanent memory loss due to repeated memory wipes?
That's what we think, yes.
There is a high chance that your memories will return.
Wouldn't you say that
you remember more now than you did when you first regained consciousness?
All right. Now, if I could direct your attention to this.
Mary points at the monitor.
Your brainwave activity and neural responses are returning to normal.
The NIMPH also appears to be reacting accordingly to those changes, so I think you will be okay.
Okay...
One more thing. You said you visited your old room, yes?
Being in familiar locations like that and engaging in activities you did before are effective methods for regaining your memories.
Keep at it, but be careful not to overdo it.
Phantom was the one who suggested going to that room, not you.
... Hehe.
...
Could you explain that in more detail?
We have a case in our database of another patient with similar symptoms.
Mary turns the monitor so that we can see.
After experiencing intermittent memory loss,
she eventually suffered a complete and total loss of memory.
The test results indicated that her NIMPH had been reset,
the cause of which was
excessively frequent memory wipes.
...
When repeatedly exposed to certain stimuli, the brain adapts and becomes accustomed to them.
NIMPH functions in the same fashion.
The NIMPH mistakenly registers an absence of memory as the default state. As normal.
It subsequently independently begins to erase memories that it shouldn't.
In other words, it becomes accustomed to the absence of memories.
...
While I don't think it will go to the extent of shutting down your essential survival functions,
if this keeps up, you will almost certainly lose all of your memories.
Permanently.
This sounds a lot like...
...
Technically, it's a bit different, but the end result is the same.
You become a totally different person.
...
Okay, thank you...
Arcana leaves the consultation room.
Yes. She said she handles records.
And every time she has to handle classified information, her memory is erased.
Correct.
What do you mean?
Do you know when the Ark's library was established?
Uh...
It's been around since the Ark's inception.
Of course, I don't know if Arcana has been working there from the beginning,
but I'm sure she's been there for quite a while.
It's not a job that most people would be willing to undertake.
...
Mary organized the charts in her folder.
First and foremost, my opinion as a medical professional is that she shouldn't undergo any more memory wipes.
That may be difficult. It's not exactly up to her.
I see.
That means you have to take good care of her.
She may not show it, but I'm sure she's feeling quite anxious.
... All right. Thank you, Mary.
I head to the consultation room and wait for Arcana. After finishing her tests, Arcana comes skipping over.
Did it go well?
Yes. Nothing too serious.
... Arcana.
Yes?
Mary said it wouldn't be good if you keep getting your memory wiped.
You're right,
but perhaps if I say something to the higher-ups...
Oh no, I didn't say that as a way of asking for your help.
I chose this job, and all that it entails.
...
No one knows me better than myself.
I realize my memory is a bit screwy at the moment,
but I know that I'm someone who only dedicates herself to things that she believes in.
And you know why?
*Swoosh*
Arcana takes out a tarot card.
Wheel of Fortune?
Whoops. Wrong side.
Arcana turns over the card.
On the back side, the following words are written:
You are the master of your own fate.
...
About what?
...
Now then.
Arcana smiles and reaches out her hand.
May I?
... You may.
I take Arcana's hand, and she begins to lead me somewhere.
7. Following the Memories: B
124 linesA few moments later, we arrive at the downtown area of the Ark.
What are you planning on doing?
The doctor said it would help if I do things that I did before, right?
Well, that's precisely what I'm trying out.
You remember activities you used to do?
Arcana holds out her phone.
In our modern society, it's not unreasonable to say that just about everything concerning us is tied to our phones.
So with that in mind, if I look at my past purchases...
Arcana scrolls through her phone.
I'll be able to find out exactly what I was doing!
Uh-huh.
Wow, maybe you really were a detective before.
... It's a latte. You really think that's too bitter?
Guess you're not a fan of bitter flavors.
Yes!
Apparently not.
I figured that since I'd bought something at a cafe, it would have been a coffee, but I guess not.
Try ordering something else at the same price.
What is it?
Arcana holds out her cup.
Sure.
No thanks, I'm okay.
Here.
I take a sip of the lemon tea.
Hmm...
How is it?
I think I prefer coffee.
Blech. How can you drink something so bitter?
I don't think it's all that bitter...
Wait, you may think it's...
Arcana takes a sip of my coffee.
Blech!
I was going to tell you it was bitter.
Well, why didn't you tell me sooner?!
...
Anyway, are there always this many people here?
The place seems familiar, but it feels weird seeing this many people.
I'm surprised you remember so much.
What do you mean?
You just said it feels weird for this place to be packed. Doesn't that mean you remember it usually being not so busy?
So you didn't remember after all...
What would be weird is if all my memories came rushing back from a single drink at a cafe.
We still have a lot more places to go.
I know, but...
Look at this.
Arcana pulls out a note from her pocket crammed full of densely written text.
On the very top is written "Places to Visit Today".
Actually, on second thought...
*Scribble scribble*
Arcana hurriedly takes out a pen and scratches out the heading,
replacing it instead with "Operation: Memory Recovery!"
That's better!
...
Anyway, these are all the places we still have to check out.
The note includes locations such as the cafe, and many others:
A famous dessert shop that I've heard about, an accessory store,
a nail salon, a hair salon, several popular restaurants, and more.
Hold on.
Yes?
You intend on visiting all these places?
It's not that, it's...
Don't worry about money. I've got it covered.
It's not that either.
...
I am subsequently dragged around by Arcana for the entire afternoon.
At long last, we arrive at our last stop: a photo sticker booth.
This is it!
Okay.
Uh...
Before I can say anything more, the camera snaps and takes a photo,
despite my not being ready.
Okay, let's see if we got any good ones...
...
Thanks.
Arcana hands me a photo.
In it, I can be seen in acute discomfort.
Meanwhile, Arcana is awkwardly positioned at an odd angle.
...!
Arcana once again starts to stagger, and I hold her up.
Ugh... I don't think I'll ever get used to that.
It's like someone is taking a vacuum cleaner to my brain.
Are you okay?
Not really, but at least it's benefiting me somehow.
Every time she visits a new location, Arcana gets a splitting headache and regains a bit of her memory.
Apparently, this is the pose I like to make when taking photos.
It was like my body was moving on its own.
...
The dishes she eats. The clothing styles she's fond of. Movies that left a deep impression on her.
They are everyday things, but they seem to be helping her.
There were quite a lot of pictures in your room.
It seems you were a fan of taking photos.
Is something wrong?
Arcana stares at me with the same vacant expression she had during the tarot reading.
Arcana?
Arcana proceeds to head outside,
completely ignoring me calling out to her.
8. Guardian of Secrets
63 linesI follow Arcana inside the library. She is still in what seems to be a fugue state.
...
Identification confirmed.
*Click*
After arriving at the entrance of her workspace, Arcana casually verifies her identity and opens the door.
She approaches the wall covered in photographs.
...
As Arcana flips over a photo...
*Woong*
What the...?!
The entire bookshelf moves to the side, revealing an old but sturdy-looking door.
Death.
*Click*
Rebirth.
*Click*
Arcana disappears beyond the door.
...
I follow her through the door.
As I pass into the dark hallway...
... A reading room?
Inside, there is a reading room which appears even older than those found in the library.
Arcana stands in the middle, the same blank expression on her face.
Hmm?
Arcana, are you okay?
Once she has gotten a hold of herself, Arcana lifts her face.
Do you think you've regained your memory?
Hmm... maybe?
Maybe?
While it's true that I now remember things that I couldn't before,
I can't say for certain whether it's everything.
But it probably is, right?
I'm not sure about that...
Arcana frantically looks around the surroundings.
How did you get in here?
I just followed you... Whoa!
Arcana grabs my hand and starts walking back the way we came in.
*Step step*
Footsteps echo from the other end of the hallway.
Arcana grabs me by the arms and looks me in the eye.
Listen carefully.
Let me handle this. Just stay quiet, don't say anything, and stay still.
Understand?
What in the world is g...
Do you understand?!
... Okay.
Phew... just gotta calm down...
Arcana steps in front of me as if to protect me.
Meanwhile, the individual responsible for the clacking footsteps emerges.
Uh?
...
??
9. A Task That Must Be Done: A
99 lines??
H-hello. It's been a while.
Wow, I've never seen you dressed so casually, D.
It really suits you. You've got quite a nice figure.
Although Arcana is maintaining a neutral expression while greeting D and K...
He... hehe...
Her legs are trembling like twigs.
...
Arcana.
Ssssh!
Arcana, it's okay.
What do you mean?!
We're in serious trouble here!
Do you have any idea how dangerous these people a... Gah!
I grab Arcana's wrist, pull her back, and step forward.
Hel... gah!
Listen to what I'm telling you!!!
Arcana is grabbing me by the pants and yanking me backward.
Honey?
Arcana promptly stops yanking me backwards and bolts upright.
N-no, that's not...
...
It's complicated.
Complicated?!
...
We were out on a mission, but dropped everything because we got an intruder alert.
I never imagined
it'd be you, Honey.
You shouldn't have come here.
It's unfortunate that it has to end this way, especially since we had some good times in the past—huh?
D and K each put their hand on their ear as if receiving a communication.
Termination?!
...
Do you mean to tell me I just nearly got offed?
Can someone please tell me what's going on?
...
Did you hear the orders?
Yes.
...?
As D passes by, she stops for a moment and leans in close to my ear.
Honey.
If you consult the materials in this place,
perhaps the crown upon your head won't weigh so heavily.
What the... does she think I was sitting around twiddling my thumbs before this?
I was in the middle of a mission too!
I had finally managed to infiltrate another location, which was no small feat, but had to drop everything in order to come running over here.
K.
What?
An explanation. Please.
Bah. If it weren't for that order, I would just leave.
...
This is a top-secret facility, where any unauthorized intruders are liable to get their head lopped off.
Arcana is the administrator, and she's the only one who can enter this place.
That is, until now. You were just granted authorization.
And what does that mean?
You can read the information contained here, or whatever else you want.
You could live in here for all I care.
...
What exactly is this place?
...
Momentarily at a loss for words, K soon comes back to her senses.
Before I say anything more, I want to know something.
When you came in here, did you have any idea what kind of place this was?
No.
Isn't it a library?
...
My coming here was more accidental than anything, honestly.
*Sigh*...
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.
Why?
Because the same action has led to different results.
...
I'm not in the mood to explain this to you.
I don't know the specifics about this place myself, so I'll leave the explanations to Arcana.
I've got to get go... Good grief, what is it now?
K once again touches her ear and grimaces.
My phone?
Upon taking out my phone, I see there's a message.
"Always act in a tactical manner."
...
10. A Task That Must Be Done: B
118 linesSoon after K leaves,
*Thud*
Arcana exhales in relief and plops to the ground.
Thank you.
Huh?
What are you so surprised for?
I didn't expect you to be thanking me.
You tried to protect me back there.
...
You haven't done anything wrong.
You're just trying to help me, and got mixed up in all this as a result.
You should hardly have to die because of that.
...
I see. Thank you.
You're making me uncomfortable. I just did what needed to be done.
How the heck do you know members of Perilous Siege, anyway?
Are you a...?
Yes, I'm a...
... I'm a commander. I've told you that already.
Oh. Right.
Hold on, What's a commander from the Ark doing fraternizing with Nikkes from Perilous Siege?
That makes it even weirder!
It does?
Yes!
Usually, anyone who crosses paths with them doesn't live to tell the tale.
After all, they were apparently planning to bump you off initially.
Don't remind me...
Hmm...
How do you know D and K?
Arcana points to the ground.
Perilous Siege handles security for the top-secret archive.
As such, I've had the... pleasure of running into them a handful of times.
... I see.
...
In an attempt to lighten the suddenly dour mood, I change the subject.
Can you tell me more about your memory coming back?
Yeah, "Death" and "Rebirth". Stuff like that.
Yes, those words act like triggers. Kind of like a form of self-suggestion.
Whenever I come here to work, I recite those words, and voila!
I remember everything that's happened in here.
It's super convenient. Sure, the very fact that I regain those memories means I have to get them wiped again once I'm done working, but that's not such a big deal.
That actually works?
...
This time was an exception to the rule, what with me losing all of my memory and then regaining it all.
Normally I don't experience any major issues like that.
You did this time.
Hehe.
Arcana puts on a not entirely convincing innocent smile, then approaches me and links her arm with mine.
Let's go.
Go where?
Didn't you hear K? I've got to give you an explanation, don't I?
I'll give you a tour of the library.
We return back to the antique reading room I had briefly seen before.
This is the top-secret archive I was telling you about.
It may sound intimidating, but as you can see, it's little more than a rundown room of books.
Is this where classified records are stored?
Yes. If I were to put it simply, you could call this an archive of forbidden books.
Kinda like in fantasy novels
when they've got places where they keep dangerous and forbidden knowledge or magic.
Although there isn't any forbidden magic here.
Then what is in here?
Top-secret records, which are very dangerous.
...
Hehe.
Arcana, keeping her arm locked with mine, starts walking further inside the reading room.
It looks similar to the grand reading room in the library, doesn't it?
This was the original reading room when the Ark library was first built.
Over the years, the library has undergone numerous expansions and become what you see now.
Meanwhile, this old reading room was reconfigured into a Forbidden Library.
The most important part of my job is—
Oh, Forbidden Library. I like that! That's what I'm gonna call this place from now on.
Anyway, my job is to oversee this place.
Since everything in here is highly classified information, which cannot leave this room under any circumstance,
I therefore have to get my memories wiped after working. It's the same for Phantom and Label with their jobs.
But it's particularly intense for you. A daily occurrence, from what I gather.
Yes. At least.
...
At least?
I once had my memory wiped more than 10 times in a single day.
For a while there, it negatively affected my work, and things started piling up...
But it wasn't because I was slacking off! Promise!
...
Are you okay?
With what?
Getting your memory wiped that often.
...
Do you know how annoying it is to shuttle back and forth to Elysion headquarters all the time?
On top of that, I have to make the trip right after work.
I've been asking them to place a memory wipe device in my room or somewhere close, but they shot that idea down quick. Said it'd be too difficult to maintain the machine that way.
Our Boss is a good person, but she is a bit stuck in her ways.
...
*Pfft*
What's so funny?
...
I'm simply doing what's expected of me.
The work I do isn't exceptionally painful or difficult.
Arcana playfully pokes my cheek.
So why don't you turn that frown upside down for me?
... Okay.
Good boy. Now then...
Arcana reaches out her hand.
What do you say we continue with our tour?
11. That Which Must Be Done: A
122 linesArcana and I make our way down the hallway connected to the reading room.
Rows of old bookshelves stretch on seemingly infinitely.
There's so much here...
There certainly is.
Even so, the library is going to undergo another expansion soon.
And this time, it's not to enlarge the area accessible to the public, but rather to make the Forbidden Library bigger.
It makes you wonder why there's so much to hide.
You say that, but...
From looking at the labels on the bookshelves,
the contents contained here seem to be harmless records of human history rather than sensitive classified information.
World History, Pop Music, Film...
Is this the kind of information that really has to be kept secret?
Below one of the labels which is marked "Theater",
there is a piece of paper affixed to the bookshelf which reads, "Not for me!".
Secrets must be protected.
??
It's kind of like our squad's motto.
Doesn't it kind of go without saying that secrets should be protected?
Yes, but the emphasis is on just how necessary it is.
I see.
These books are valuable pieces of human history.
When you have something of such immense value, what do you think is the best way to protect it?
... Let no one know of its existence.
Kind of ironic when you think about it.
Founder?
The man who both created the Best Seller Squad and entrusted us with overseeing the library.
I heard he retired from his previous line of work and went on to become the library director.
What about now?
Now... I guess you could say the position is vacant.
At the moment, our squad oversees everything here.
The founder stepped away a long time ago.
What kind of person was he?
I don't know.
...
Really?
Of course not. He was around during the time of Operation Ark Guardian.
I've been in this squad for a while, but not that long.
Sorry, I thought you'd been here from the start.
17th what?
Manager of this Forbidden Library.
...
What happened to the previous managers?
...!
I know I keep asking you this, but...
Are you sure you're okay?
...
Okay, fine. This time, I won't change the subject and ramble about the commute.
...
Of course I'm not okay.
...
It's my memories that make me who I am.
Even if it doesn't go as far as a full-blown Mind Switch,
it's still like a part of me is dying with every passing day.
It's not as if I'm losing all of my memories,
but I am losing some of them,
and part of me goes with it.
...
Is protecting this information really that important?
More than your own life?
...
Come this way.
Arcana moves deeper into the reading room.
People with bad intentions?
No, Perilous Siege fulfills that role.
Then what?
From oblivion.
...!
These books contain records of a past which no longer exists.
If the information contained within these tomes is forgotten,
then the past world they describe dies along with them.
As long as they are not forgotten, they are immortal.
So long as at least one person remembers them,
they will live on.
As we walk, the books sitting on the shelves gradually become visibly older.
The musty smell of vintage books thickens in the hushed Forbidden Library.
Personally, I find it somewhat odd myself.
If they're so desperate to protect this place, there shouldn't be a need for someone like me.
If they sealed this place up and kept it out of sight and out of mind, wouldn't that be easier?
You're right. Normally, that's how it would be done.
*Click*
Arcana opens the old wooden door at the end of the passageway.
A secret can only exist when at least someone knows about it.
...
Behind the door lies a small room, half of which is taken up by two bookshelves.
The ever-present scent of books lingers in the air. Arcana walks into the middle of the room and turns back to look at me.
Do you think there are things in this world that no one knows about?
If absolutely no one knows about something, then it can't be a secret.
It couldn't possibly be contained within a memory or written record.
It wouldn't be anything. It wouldn't, by our definition, exist.
Our founder could never leave these records to such a fate.
...
Nor could I,
or my predecessors
who similarly shouldered this duty.
At the very least,
they...
must not be forgotten.
Arcana takes back a step to reveal a handwritten label on the bookshelf.
The writing reads:
Goddess Squad.
12. That Which Must Be Done: B
113 linesGoddess Squad...?
The books in this room were written by none other than the founder herself.
The entire history of the Goddess Squad is recorded here,
from when they were first formed, all the way to Operation Ark Guardian.
Arcana takes out a book from the top shelf.
All the information has been collated and neatly organized.
I'm sure you'll be surprised to see
there's more to the Goddess Squad than you thought.
None of these books can be taken from here, but you're free to stay here and read at your leisure.
What about after?
Excuse me?
??
Are there no records about what happened after Operation Ark Guardian?
Er... there are...
But they're all outside and publicly available,
because all the records covering the events after the operation were done by us.
I see.
...?
*Flip*
I briefly scan through the book Arcana hands me.
You're right... this is entirely different from the story I was told.
What have you heard?
Only bits and pieces via word of mouth.
Ah, I see.
... Anyways.
As you might know, we don't have detailed information on the Goddess Squad's exploits, nor their specific members.
But it's not as if their existence is being hidden.
Why would that be?
I don't know, why?
That wasn't a rhetorical question. I was genuinely asking.
Er...
Hmph. I thought that since it was related to politics, you might know.
Not to mention that you've had the good fortune of speaking to a Goddess.
Sorry, but I don't know.
... I suppose it's not such a big deal anyway.
Arcana carefully brushes some dust off the bookshelf.
Something tells me she doesn't believe my assertion that I don't know anything.
Not as long as we're keeping a watchful eye over them.
Indeed.
Ah, and there's more covered here than just the Goddess Squad.
Arcana takes out a book from the bookshelf beside her.
This is a record of everyone who risked their life fighting for humankind,
all the way from the First Rapture Invasion, to Operation Ark Guardian.
...
*Flip*
Arcana hands me the book, and I open it.
Daniel Carter. Age 23.
His life is recorded in Volume 17, Page 229.
Stayed behind alone to operate the machine gun and provided cover for his squad's retreat.
Shot once in the upper left arm, twice in the abdomen, yet continued firing until his death.
With honor and gratitude for your sacrifice.
*Flip*
Sarah Bradley. Volunteered to become a Nikke aged 16.
Her life is recorded in Volume 42, Page 35.
Participated in Operation Ark Guardian, after which whereabouts are unknown.
Insufficient information regarding potential final moments. Supplemental information will be provided if discovered.
With honor and gratitude for your sacrifice.
*Flip*
Jake Harris. Age 38.
Went missing during the Ark Evacuation Operation.
Insufficient information on his life and final moments.
Supplemental information will be provided if discovered.
With honor and gratitude for your sacrifice.
...
*Flip flip*
On the next page, and the page after that,
line after line of laudatory text appears, seemingly never-ending.
With honor and gratitude for your sacrifice.
... With honor and gratitude for your sacrifice.
... For your sacrifice.
...
Only you can answer that. Not me.
Hehe. You truly are a good person.
For all these years, I've been trying my best to keep this information safe.
It's nice to have someone else here to remember both it, and these people, with me.
As far as I know, there are only a total of 10 or so people who know about this,
and now you're one of them.
So, you must help me to watch over these records.
I will.
After all, I am personally familiar with the Goddess Squad.
Well, no, but... actually, wait a moment.
I re-open the first book that Arcana gave me, the one covering the Goddess Squad.
*Flip*
After checking and double-checking the table of contents along with the rest of the book,
I'm unable to turn up any information as to who was the commander of the Goddess Squad.
There is no mention of the squad's commander anywhere.
The individual in question requested his name be redacted.
He asserted that he did not deserve to have his name written alongside the Nikkes'.
...
After that, however, we recorded the names of all the commanders.
Some of the more notable ones are Mad Dog and New Hope.
Who is Mad Dog?
My predecessor.
There's also a commander who has recently been making a name for himself. He's the leader of the special task force Counters.
You know of the Counters?
Are they now?
Just a second.
As I move to put the book back on the bookshelf,
*Flip*
a piece of paper falls out from between the pages.
A note?
The paper has yellowed from age.
...
On it, there is written a single line:
Old stories end beautifully.
13. Honor and Gratitude: A
140 linesI follow the eager Arcana to a bookshelf which is unusually clean.
Hmm?
Underneath the label which reads “Counters Squad”,
there is a supplementary note that states “My Favorite!”.
Of all the squads
I've kept records since becoming the manager,
the Counters have performed the best.
Oh, I'm perfectly aware of how capable they are.
I imagine you would. After all, you've even spoken to members of the Goddess Squad.
...
The Counters are a Special Commando unit, so they've had to carry out all sorts of classified missions.
There's a bunch of information about them which isn't known to the public either. Almost as much as the Goddess Squad.
Every time they've gone up against a Heretic, they've come out on top.
Not every time. I'm pretty sure there were times that they were defeated or had to retreat.
Okay, but if we exclude tactical retreats and successful withdrawals, they're undefeated.
...
Hold on, how do you know all this?
When we first went up against a Heretic, I thought we were done for.
...
Eventually, we got better and better.
We worked more and more as a team, and everyone became stronger.
And above all... oh, I assume you've heard about Vapaus?
I have. The commander of the Counters used it to defeat Nihilister.
But apparently, it's no silver bullet.
If only the commander of the Counters
was able to make more of that stuff...
Hmm. Looks like not everything was recorded.
Arcana's gaze fixates on the name tag on my chest.
Then we could have already reclaimed the sur...
Wait a second!
You've got the same name as the commander of the Counters.
...
Arcana redirects her focus on my face.
And your face... it's awfully similar to what I saw during the attack on the Ark...
...
...
... Or his brother?
...
... Hehe.
I puff my chest out as much as I can and flash my most dashing smile.
Nice to meet you. I'm Commander, the commander of the Counters.
It's always nice meeting a fan.
...
It takes Arcana about 20 minutes to accept reality.
Have you never seen a photo of me?
My job usually consists of transcribing mission reports that come my way.
I know your general description, but as far as actually seeing your face,
it was only once, briefly during the attack on the Ark.
Phantom brought you to the Outpost.
I'm the only commander at the Outpost, aren't I?
My mind was all scrambled then.
I had no idea whether I was at the Outpost, the Ark, or on the surface.
You didn't seem all that out of sorts.
Just because someone doesn't show doesn't mean they're not hurting inside.
...
What?
Well, as you can see, I'm very much real.
It may seem like a silly thought to you,
but if your only reference point is these records, there are times when you wonder.
Really?
Yeah! Your military career has defied belief from the start.
Even on your first mission, when the transport was shot down,
you managed to lead a hastily formed squad, destroy the Blacksmith, and complete the mission.
You faced a few challenges in your next mission to pursue Chatterbox, sure,
but that was also the first time you met the Goddesses.
Then you went further up north and encountered Unlimited.
You met Snow White, and crossed paths yet again with Chatterbox.
Then, just when it seemed you were about to take it down, Modernia appeared and...!
Oh, sorry.
I'm sure these aren't exactly pleasant memories for you.
It's okay. We may be separated now, but it's only temporary.
I see...
How is Marian doing?
After that incident, we don't have any more reports regarding her.
She's...
No, on second thought, don't tell me.
??
If you told me anything, I'd be duty-bound to record it,
and you don't want to leave a written record behind, do you?
No, I don't... you won't get in trouble for this?
It's fine.
The higher-ups censor some of the information they give us anyways,
and after all the hard work you've done for the good of the Ark, you can get away with this at the very least.
*Beep*
A notification sound emits from Arcana's phone.
Oh boy.
Is it Phantom?
No.
It's from the Boss. It's time for my memory wipe.
I guess she found out that my memory came back.
How did Ingrid...
...
Let's get going.
I'll be in big trouble if I'm late.
We'll have to do the rest of the tour another time.
Sure thing.
As I move to set the book back on the shelf, my eye once against catches the note that reads "My Favorite!".
Arcana.
Yes?
Why are you such a fan of ours?
...
Hmm...
Arcana clasps her hands behind her back and quietly walks between the bookshelves.
I know I was awfully lofty a few moments ago,
what with all that talk about protecting this information from oblivion, but...
The long and short of it is that if the Ark were to fall, it'd be curtains for these records.
...
It's because of you,
Arcana stares at the wooden door at the end of the passageway.
Yes?
It's just plain cool!
Facing the Raptures and Heretics and not backing down. Defeating them all.
You standing your ground and bellowing, "I will protect my Nikkes!"
Did I do that?
When did I ever do that?
Even if you didn't, it doesn't matter.
...
What's that?
Arcana takes a step back,
and bows her head.
...
Uh... thank you for all that you've done as well.
14. Honor and Gratitude: B
198 linesArcana and I head out of the library and eventually arrive at Elysion headquarters.
Oh, wait just a second.
What is it?
I need to take a photo as proof.
Arcana leans against me and pulls out her phone.
...
I suddenly remember all the photos plastered on the wall in Arcana's room.
... Arcana.
One second. Just gotta access the camera.
I can enter the Forbidden Library as well, right?
That means I'll be able to remember things for you.
Photos are great,
but it's better to have someone else you can depend on.
You do?
...
I-I mean, I can totally get why someone would get the wrong idea.
That they'd take me for some tragic heroine or something like that,
but... they'd be wrong!
...
*Click*
Once Arcana has configured the settings to her liking, she takes a photo.
Hmm...
Any chance you could smile for me a little bit more?
I want to remember this as a happy moment.
You said you didn't see this as a commemorative thing.
*Click click click*
I just want to have a photo with my favorite commander that I can cherish.
...
Once my memory is wiped,
I may be able to remember you helping me regain my memories,
but I may forget just how much I like you, and our conversation that we had in the Forbidden Library.
There we go. That one came out much better.
...
Arcana holds out her pinky finger.
Let's collaborate every once in a while.
Collaborate?
Yeah, as in work together.
My job is to record things,
and it's far better to get the information straight from the source than from reading secondhand reports.
Missions reports are dry as dirt anyway. I don't like reading them.
And...
When we're inside the Forbidden Library, I'd remember everything.
... Okay.
Promise?
Promise.
I lock my pinky finger with Arcana's.
You stay put. I'll be back.
After Arcana disappears into the building, I check a message that I received a few moments prior.
I expect a tactical decision.
...
I follow Arcana into Elysion headquarters.
Upon seeing me enter the office, Ingrid puts down the tablet she was looking at.
Ingri...
I don't know.
You don't know what I was going to say.
I wasn't fully aware of what state Arcana was in,
and I'm not aware of what you saw in the secret archive.
...
I know you have many questions you want to ask, but I can't help you.
However...
Ingrid stands up and looks out the window.
If I were to hypothetically talk out loud to myself, I don't think that'd be a problem.
... Well, since I'm already here.
I sit at the table, where some refreshments have been laid out.
Steam rises from the freshly poured cup of hot coffee.
I might as well stay for a few moments.
Do as you like.
How are the Judges connected to the secret archive?
The Ark is a smaller place than most think.
You often end up meeting someone in one place,
and then running into them again in another.
It's an awfully small cast of characters. It can get a bit tiresome.
Why are you hiding information about the Goddess Squad?
There are many people out there who want to keep that information safe under lock and key.
The question is: are their goals all the same?
...
For some, perhaps they see that as the best choice.
When you say some...
There isn't that much information out there on
the man who founded the Best Seller Squad.
The only thing I'm certain of is that
there was something that he wanted to hide.
The same goes for the higher-ups in the Ark.
...
That could explain why some of the official records don't exactly align with the truth.
You could be right.
Not even I know all the secrets that are hidden there.
...
I'm getting tired of talking to myself. I have to get back to work.
In fact, Arcana's memory wipe should be finished by now.
Already?
Doesn't it usually take a few hours?
It was already complete by the time you got here.
Ingrid taps on the tablet.
There were times when I felt my patience was at its limit,
but I must admit that cooperating with Missilis was worth it in the end.
It's afforded us the ability to upgrade our own selective memory wipe technology.
Now it's much faster. Much safer.
And more tactical.
Again with the tactical talk...
You ought to be thankful.
It's thanks to this tactical collaboration that we succeeded in this attempt.
What attempt?
You can see for yourself.
At any rate, there won't be any issues with losing memories going forward.
Somehow I doubt that.
There could always be the one-in-a-million exception.
However, it's precisely because of that...
Ingrid turns around and looks at me.
That we need someone to stand by us, and the decisions we make.
... I understand.
I take a sip of the now cold coffee, and get up.
Then I'll be off.
Thank you.
Elysion coffee tastes pretty good, wouldn't you say?
... Yes. Delicious.
I open the door, and am just about to leave when Ingrid calls to me.
Wait just a moment.
There was something.
What are you talking about?
Ingrid taps on the tablet.
Information on the founder of the Best Seller Squad.
A signature on an authorization form.
Although it's just an initial.
O.
I rush out of Elysion headquarters.
Near the main entrance, I spot a shock of familiar aqua-blue hair.
Beside Arcana, there lies an Americano and a cup of lemon tea.
Arcana.
Who are you?
Ah! You're not the legendary commander that I've heard about, are you?
I'm a big fan!
Do you like coffee, by any chance?
I sure do. Thanks.
You're a horrible actor.
What? I-I'm not acting!
I take the coffee that Arcana offers me.
Sorry. I had a conversation with Ingrid.
Oh, I see.
How's your memory?
Well...
After pondering something for a few moments, Arcana points at me.
Is that all?
Do I need more?
...
No. That's enough.
Hehe.
So, what did you and the Boss talk about?
It's alright if it's bad news.
I can take it. You of all people should know that.
It's good news. She said that you won't be forgetting as much going forward.
She said the memory wipes will be...
Safer.
More tactical.
Ah, so the collaboration with Missilis yielded some results?
Ugh. Not that word again.
Anyway, it seems the collaboration with Missilis yielded some results?
You knew?
Yes. Boss kept telling me about it. In fact, she told me so many times I thought my ears were gonna fall off.
I think she wanted to reassure me, even though I kept telling her I was fine.
I see.
What else?
Huh?
There's no way you two talked for as long as you did and only covered that.
So, what else did you talk about? Something important?
That...
Is a secret, I'm afraid.
Huh?
Then again, if I were to talk to myself, I suppose that'd be all right...
I was in a playful mood, so I emulated what Ingrid had done with me. However... my audience wasn't as receptive.
...
Seems like I'm not the only one
who can keep a secret.
My lips are sealed! Promise!
For example, the person standing before me, smiling and drinking her lemon tea,
is second to none when it comes to keeping secrets, especially regarding her most noble of missions.
ARCANE ARCHIVE: END
15. Your Destiny
105 linesA few days later.
Hyah!
*Clatter*
Hmm...
Arcana stares intently at the stones scattered on the table.
And...
Sssh! You'll jinx it.
...
Delta, who is sitting across from Arcana, gulps nervously and stares at the stones.
Gah!
Delta cuts herself off and covers her mouth.
Oh, it's okay, you can talk. It's all done.
So... what does it say?
I think it would be better to look nearby.
You see how this stone is tilted to the side about 25 degrees?
*Nod*
That means that you should look carefully around your surroundings.
!!
*Glance*
In terms of your relationships, it's saying that it's a person you already know.
You asked me how to become normal. This means that you'll find the answer very soon.
*Gulp*
Arcana taps on the tarot cards.
Yes, please!
A wise decision! Since you're a new customer, I'll even give you a discount. Half off!
Wait a second.
Patience, now. You'll be after Delta.
That's not what I meant.
Why are you running your business in my room?
I have no choice.
How could I have known I needed to re-up my lease on the day I lost my memory?
Why didn't you take care of something that important earlier?
Couldn't you have stopped by your shop when you were going around trying to recover your memories?
That landlord is a real tyrant.
Is a one-day grace period too much to ask?
I've never been late on my rent even once, and they kick me out the first chance they get.
Don't change the subject.
Oh come on, let me stay here just for a while?
It's not like I'm gonna be shacking up here permanently. I'll just be using it here and there for work.
Absolutely no... huh?
The ground beneath me starts to undulate, and I shoot up.
What in the world...?
The tremors become more severe in the spot where I was sitting,
*Click*
and a hole opens up.
You've gotta be kidding me.
From inside the hole...
Huh? Instructor?
Hey, Monsieur! Fancy meeting you there.
A few familiar phantom thieves appear.
I'm here because this is my own room.
Oh, guess we ended up somewhere we've been before.
Hi, Phantom.
Arcana? What are you doing here?
This is my new workspace.
I see.
The hell it is!
Are you conducting some... er... phantom activities?
I am.
I was scouting for the Thieves of Justice's activities scheduled for this weekend...
Agh, darn it!
Was that supposed to be a secret?
Correct. No one outside this room can know about it.
Me neither!
...
That means that you should look carefully around your surroundings.
!!
*Glance*
In terms of your relationships, it's saying that it's a person you already know.
You asked me how to become normal. This means that you'll find the answer very soon.
So I should... look around me...?
...
Arcana holds my hand and makes me flip over a tarot card.
Oh. The Fool.
What does that mean?
You're not making fun of me, are you?
Of course not!
Then what does it mean?
There are many different meanings. But in this case, it probably signifies...
That you'll be getting mixed up in something new.
Can I really become a phantom thief?
Anyone who is righteous is welcome.
Uh oh...
Here we go again...