Chapter 14: On Another's Sorrow

Order, order.

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Once again, Mr. Creius, this proceeding is not an "interrogation." But you are obligated to respond to the questions put forth to you by this tribunal.

Now, please give a full account of your unsanctioned actions proceeding from October 1st, 1920 onward, following the tenth "Storm."

You are reminded that your testimony must be complete, truthful, and without omission. Our time is limited.

Understood, Your Honor.

On October 1st, 1920, I issued an unsanctioned order to Sergeant Yermolai, a member of my squad, directing him to carry out a mission on the Western Front in Europe.

In addition, during my tenure as head of security in the safe zone, I instituted a "frontline contingency plan" without prior authorization from the Joint Committee.

Following that, I took advantage of the policy approved by the Committee in December—the Resolution on the Expansion of Admitted Persons—and issued admission licenses far exceeding my allowance under the regulations.

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Then you admit to acting beyond the regulations of this policy in order to distribute these licenses, most of which were issued to military-related individuals. Would you care to explain why?

I believed the Foundation would need them.

Elucidate, please.

All this time, the Foundation has been sheltering only a small number of core personnel from each era. We've had to rebuild our ranks from the top down after every "Storm."

I don't doubt we had our reasons. We sheltered only the best of the best. After all, a farmer sets aside their most productive seeds to survive a coming flood.

But we're fighting a war out there. I hardly think there's any need to "elucidate" how this policy has kept us on the back foot. We're scrambling.

Irrespective of our shortages, you can't possibly claim these people you've taken in are fitting candidates. They aren't qualified specialists; they're soldiers. The only reason they're fighting for us is to protect themselves from Manus Vindictae.

How do you intend to ensure their continued cooperation after the "Storm" takes us to a different era?

We tell them what they're fighting for.

Every man and woman that fought in those trenches has already come to terms with the idea that they may never see their home again, all for the sake of a senseless war without any hope of an end. What better qualifications could we ask for?

Would you state that as a matter of fact, or as your opinion?

I speak from my own experience, Your Honor.

Every one of us here has been snatched from our eras. We've all lost homes and loved ones to the "Storm."

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But the Foundation saved us and gave us a reason to fight, not for vengeance but for the future itself.

We are the lucky few who benefited from the Foundation's old policy. I only aim to give that chance to more people. Expanding our numbers will not change our goals. We can save more people, and I believe we must.

Besides that, the truth of the "Storm" will help persuade them—to say nothing of Manus Vindictae. Just think about how many they've already driven to our side.

You've made your point. Now let's turn to the matter of your use of tracking serum on a member of your squad.

First, please provide a factual account of the events.

I'll be keeping tabs on her from now on, Marsha. Even got a tracking serum—Creius's order.

"Tracking serum"?

I-I won't run again. Trust me, I swear!

Mandrake extract taking effect. Subject calmed.

Don't sweat it. Her vitals are fine.

Give us the room, will you? We don't need any help with the injection.

...!

Is there something wrong, Merel?

I ... I'm fine. Let's go, Ms. Timekeeper.

Please, call me Vertin.

Yes, Ms. Vertin.

Just Vertin is fine.

Oh, er, right. Vertin.

Ward 1119. Ah, this way.

Marsha, are you in there? It's me, Merel, and M—Vertin's with me too.

Merel? Please, come on in.

It's good to see you again, Marsha.

Oh, you're looking much better!

Hah. The doctor says I only look so rosy-cheeked because my hair is red.

I'm not even allowed to stand up. And I was given strict instructions not to use my arcane skills.

I wish I could at least get out of this bed, but I understand that would probably just make me a pain in the neck for the doctor.

Uh, best just to stay where you are, then. How are you really feeling, though? Inside, I mean.

I believe I've fully recovered. The last of the fear I accumulated during Charon's surgery was released three days ago.

But Ms. Mesmer is afraid that it might have a long-term effect on my mental state, so she has asked me to stay awhile longer for observation.

We brought you some snacks, but security seized them at the door. Apparently, visitors aren't allowed to bring food.

But they did let me keep this.

A bird? How cute. What species is it? I don't think I've seen such a bird before.

I saw it in The Arcane Creature Keeper's Travelogue. It didn't mention the species, though.

Actually, I think it said that even the author hadn't seen it. The picture was just a rough reconstruction. So I improvised a few bits.

A reconstruction? Are they extinct?

Apparently. No one's seen one for over 40 years, so it seems like they're gone for good.

*sigh* What a shame! I hope there are some left out there. I bet the real version's even cuter.

I made it from some old bits and bobs I left at headquarters. One of them was a "blueprint" I drew during a maths lesson.

It was supposed to be a flying model powered by arcane skills, but, er, that was a bit beyond my ability at the time.

But, since my arcane skills have improved, I decided to give it another shot. I retooled the design, added a few new ideas ...

And, ta-da! Go on. See what it can do!

*chirp*

It's amazingly lifelike. The arcane skill you cast on it must be sophisticated.

Thank you, Merel. I'll treasure it as if it were a sacred relic.

Somehow, the way it moves reminds me of you.

I gave it all the healing incantations I could think of. Not sure if any of them actually work, though. Anyway, I thought it might keep you company while we're away.

Vertin and I have been assigned a mission at the SPDM. We'll need to go in a minute.

Huh? They're sending both Team Timekeeper and the "XII" Squad to the SPDM?

Uh, no, heheh, not the "XII" Squad. I've been seconded to Team Timekeeper for the mission.

The SPDM has taken in a large number of "Storm" orphans in the last few months, and they're preparing for next term's opening ceremony.

With our shortages in manpower, they've been recalling any available alumni to assist, including Merel and me.

I see. I'm sure you'll do well this time.

O-Of course! I'll try my best.

How is Commander Creius? Paravyan mentioned that the Committee has brought him to court.

I'm sure it isn't anything too serious. I believe the Committee only wants to collect as much intelligence as possible before the next "Storm."

Yeah. That's why the squad members have all been reassigned.

I asked Paravyan and Yermolai to come visit you with us, but they were tied up. Looks like we'll have to wait till the "Storm" ends before we reunite.

The "Storm" ... Then the end of this era is coming.

Yes, but don't worry. The Foundation has already begun recalling its staff, and you'll be safe here.

The doctor said that as long as I stay in the rehab center, I won't feel a thing when it happens. But it's my first time braving the "Storm."

Commander Creius walked me through what to expect. He told me I would get "used to it."

You've each been through it many times now, right? Have you gotten used to it?

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No one ever really gets used to it, do they, Vertin?

I still haven't.

*sigh* It's almost time. Shall we set off early?

Sorry, I can't. I just received a message. There's something I need to handle back at headquarters before I go.

Should I wait for you, then?

No need. Just go and find Matilda at the ceremony hall. She'll tell you what to do before I arrive.

Matilda? You mean Matilda Bouanich, our old monitor assistant?

Yes. She's an investigator now—a "star" investigator, she'll insist. She'll also be helping out.

Got it. I hope the school shuttle's still running. I haven't been back since I graduated.

Take it as a good chance to revisit, then. Sonetto and I will join you soon.

Paravyan, Yermolai, front and center, please.

Hello, sir. Good morning.

You two are from the "XII" Squad. Got nowhere else to go, huh? Sorry about your boss.

Anyway, welcome to the First Squad of the Pre-Storm Quick Reaction Force. I'm Captain Osborn. I'll be your supervisor until the "Storm" is over.

I don't believe you two are acquainted with our Storm Reaction Protocols, are you?

No. This is our first mission here. What are our responsibilities, sir?

Our primary duty is to provide security for the Foundation's personnel admission process.

We'll receive our orders directly from the Pre-Storm Dispatch Center, which takes over the Foundation's security forces in the last 24 hours prior to every "Storm."

Usually, we handle the admission process without additional support, but things are understandably more complicated this time. That's why you've been assigned here.

Well, I wasn't expecting a vacation.

Good to hear. Now, follow me. I'll fill you in along the way.

See these lines? Thanks to the Resolution on the Expansion of Admitted Persons, we're taking in ten times as many people as before.

Soldiers, psychiatrists, theoretical physicists, and more than a few questionable individuals ... Someone's really opened the floodgates this time around.

Most of them don't even know about the "Storm" yet. The Foundation's given out the usual excuses for our sudden invitation.

But with all of these new faces, this is a prime opportunity for the Manus to infiltrate us. With so many looking for an escape from this war, it wouldn't be difficult to coax them into doing their dirty work.

We've set up a security checkpoint here. Your job is to guard it and stop any unauthorized access to headquarters.

And what if we find an "unauthorized person"? What's the protocol? Should we haul them off to a cell?

Of course not. That's just what they'd want—an opportunity to cross the "Storm" safely.

Send them away, and make sure they don't come back.

But anyone we send away will die in the "Storm." Can't we just ...

Those are your orders. We can only admit those who are already authorized, and there's no time to run background checks.

Showing any mercy, no matter what the sob story, could put everyone in danger. You let one man in, and a second will follow, and then a third, and a fourth, and before you know it, it's utter chaos.

We don't have the manpower nor the space to deal with that.

Understood, sir. Paravyan and I won't have any trouble following protocol.

We'll do everything as ordered: "Express gratitude, salute, and see them off. Never disturb the lives of the registrants," right?

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Good to know at least one of you understands. The Foundation is like an ark sailing the flood. The only way we'll reach land again is through strict order.

Let me in!

Expect to see plenty more where that came from. We already stopped three of them before you got here.

You can't just leave us out here to die!

What are you all looking at, huh? The Foundation's only letting you in because they think you're useful! Your families are still going to die! Just like the rest of us!

Gentlemen, please get rid of him before this escalates.

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Oh, brother. Before I get started, can I ask how long you've been at this, Captain?

Five "Storms" as captain of the First Squad and three years as a squad member.

It wasn't until I saw the "Storm" with my own eyes that I fully realized I'd never get to see my wife and children again.

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But if you want to know my take on this, I'd say I swore to devote my life to the Foundation.

It takes sacrifice to push time forward, gentlemen.

C'mon, Beagle. Let's take care of this lad.

Go to hell, Foundation lapdogs!

Tsk.

Urgh!

Please don't kick me out.

Leave him to me. Now, back to your positions.

Understood.

Let's get to it. You know what to do.

Thank you for that wonderful performance. Distinguished teachers, dear students, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this year's opening ceremony.

We are especially honored today to be joined by the Foundation's Inspection Team, who will be spending this memorable day by our side.

For many of you, this will be your first time leaving home. And for all of you, this opportunity to study at a unique institution with students from all over the world may seem daunting at first.

There will be challenges, even conflicts, along the way. But here, you will study the skills and values needed to overcome them. Every young arcanist will have the opportunity to realize their potential and to contribute to the cause of world peace—

A mission this institution has pursued for centuries. Our philosophy ...

Vertin said she and Sonetto would be a tad tardy, I know, but where is that assistant she said would be here?

Ugh, that same old speech again? I bet that old fogey wrote it before I was even born.

Matilda?

Merel! You're the assistant Vertin sent?!

Heck! What took you so long? I've already been waiting for 34 minutes!

Sorry! You wouldn't believe how crowded the student entrance is. Took me ages to get in.

The student entrance? You're not a student anymore, Merel.

You were meant to go to the staff entrance. They would have let you in right away.

Oh. Uh, haha, ha ...

You're right. I should've known.

...

You graduated two years ago, Merel.

I-I know. It's just ... I chickened out when I made eye contact with the instructor at the gate.

*sigh* Never mind. It's not too late to start our mission.

Right. About that, what is our mission exactly?

To maintain order on the campus and deal with any and all threats during the opening ceremony.

Isn't that the guards' job?

Well, yes, but, hmm, we need some privacy. Follow me.

*sigh* We can't let the students know about the "Storm." I am certain you remember.

I suppose you know this better than I do, but many children have lost their parents to the war in this era.

Therefore, the SPDM has taken in a great deal more arcanist orphans than ever before. The intake this year is so large that the staff can hardly handle it.

I see. No wonder everywhere feels so crowded.

So, then, you've seen for yourself how order is barely being maintained, even with all the guards on hand.

That is why the SPDM has requested some alumni from headquarters to assist.

Still, we have a more important mission than just maintaining order, that is, to inspect the Shelter Doves around the campus.

You mean those things installed on top of the watchtowers? Are you sure we're allowed to touch them?

Oh, you know about them already? Good. Then we can skip the introduction.

I think so. My commander from the "XII" Squad told me about them. He said headquarters only has a limited immunity range against the "Storm."

Nearby facilities, like the SPDM, fall outside that range.

And that's where these Shelter Doves come in. They reshape the immunity area to cover those facilities.

There is one thing I've been wondering, though. Where did these Doves come from?

It's Pax House technology. Not even the Laplace researchers know how it works.

But if we don't know how they work, how are we supposed to inspect them?

Ordinarily, the Pax House sends an inspector to check on their status. But this time, they sent over the testing equipment so that we can do the job ourselves.

You just need to plug it into the maintenance panel on the pedestal and wait. It will sound a warning if the Doves need repair.

And of course, its power doesn't come from nowhere. You can check the battery status on the panel.

And if it does sound a warning? I doubt we'd be able to fix it on our own.

In that case, replace it with a backup Dove and report the malfunction to headquarters. Someone will take care of it.

There are backup Doves stored in the air-raid shelters beneath the watchtowers, except the central one. That shelter is closed for maintenance, so its Doves are stored near the top.

According to the maintenance logs, we shouldn't have any problems. But we still need to inspect each one of them.

Uh, so, it's just a routine check, then?

Yes. I know it sounds a little dull, but the safety of the entire campus depends on us.

Now you understand why they turned to Matilda—their most reliable investigator and former monitor assistant—to bear such a great responsibility.

Hello?

Ms. Matilda, have you met the other member of the Security Assistance Team?

Yes. She's here with me now.

Any luck finding the missing student Ms. Fogel talked about?

Well, about that, I followed the instructions of your divination to the classroom building and dorm, but there was no sign of him at all.

And I received a new message from Ms. Fogel. She said there was another student missing during the attendance call at the opening ceremony.

Are you sure this is going to work, Lucas?

You CAN leave if you don't trust me.

Hmph!

The school anthem's over. Mikey said he would sneak out when the choir was leaving the stage.

Then, it's time for the principal to give that same old speech that goes on and on. So, let's say 15 minutes, but we might need more time than that. Do you think we can make it?

C'mon Emilia, don't sweat it! You know the old man'll keep blabbing on for at least half an hour.

We've still got plenty of time. Just think about it: once the summoning array's done, the three of us will be free.

I mean out-of-the-school free.

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Out of the school, really?

Do you know what it's like out there? The instructor said there's a war going on. It could be dangerous.

Are you kidding? They just said that to scare us.

But why are we doing it today of all days?

Because it's our last good chance for the whole semester. Everyone's at the ceremony, and the guards are busy either handling the crowds or showing the Inspection Team around. I heard there are some Committee members coming this time.

So, will you calm down already? This was your plan, remember? Everything's gonna go just fine.

...?

Someone's coming.

Could be Mikey. I'll go get him.

Wait. Let me double-check. My arcane skill isn't totally reliable.

Let me see. They sound like a girl's footsteps, a bit shorter than Mikey.

Wait. Now I hear two of them coming this way. Is there something wrong with my arcane skill?

Got you!

Shoot! It's a monitor assistant.

Merel, are you in position?

I'm ready.

Ah, run!

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Another two overconfident truants. This happens every year.

Fortunately, your little accomplice in the choir was exposed; otherwise, you would be running free outside the school right now.

Urgh, you're a big jerk!

Wh-What? Don't you realize you could have wound up in danger if the kindhearted and brilliant Matilda hadn't stopped you?

You know, this array wouldn't have worked anyway.

What? Liar! I found it in a book. It said it could summon a gryphon.

Uhhh, Avian Critter Behaviors and Feeding Methods?

What? How did you know?

You found this array on the blank page between chapter three and four, right? Drawn in invisible ink.

"Whosoever unlocks the secret hidden in invisible ink will discover an array which summons the legendary gryphon."

You've read that book too, haven't you? And you found this array?

That's right.

You mean you went to this school?

Of course. What are you trying to say, exactly?

Then, you mean we really do get to go back into the world?

We couldn't stay here even if we wanted to.

The instructors are hiding something. But if we'll find out one day anyway, why don't they just tell us now?

Miss, why can't you just tell us what's happening out there? I swear we'll keep our mouths shut.

Don't bother, Emilia. They're not gonna tell you anything.

They know. But even if they used to be students like us, they're just like them now.

They'll ignore us, just like the instructors do.

I ...

War ... There's a war raging out there. Honestly, I wish I could stay here at the school where it's safe. And that's not even the worst part.

...

That must be them. This way. Hurry up!

Lucas, Emilia! What do you think you're doing out here? Unbelievable!

You're both spending the rest of the day sitting in the guardhouse! Take them away!

No, no! There's worms in the walls of that place.

Exactly! Those Shamirs are there to give you troublemakers a lesson.

Move it, you little terrors. No more tricks. I'm watching you.

Let me go!

Thank you for your assistance, investigators. Rest assured, I'll be giving these two a much overdue lesson on following rules and procedures.

You are most welcome, Instructor. Of course, we could escort them to the guardhouse if you'd like.

No need for that. I'm aware you have more important tasks to do while "the skies are clear."

These students are too young to handle the truth. They don't even know they're from different eras. Could you imagine what would happen if we told them about the "Storm"?

I do understand. I mean, I know the school's only trying to protect them, but their punishment still seems a bit much.

Mhm. Which is why I, the Great Matilda Bouanich, will be changing things as soon as I gain power in the Foundation!

But for now, let's keep our eyes on the mission, alright? There's no time to wait for Sonetto and Vertin.

The nearest watchtower is the one in the northwest. Let's start from there.

So, this is the Shelter Dove.

What are you doing standing back there? Come on, I'll show you how to use the tester.

What? I thought you said you never used it before.

Perhaps not, but you underestimate Matilda the Magnificent! I already figured out how to use it well in advance.

Oh, okay.

Plug the tester in at the panel on the pedestal, turn the safety knob, and press the button on the side.

The safety knob ... Am I turning it the right way?

Okay. Now the lights on the panel will tell us whether the Dove is working.

Verifying ID, green. Power status, green. Immunity area, also green. Good. Stellar. Superb!

That's all there is to it. Now we head to the next watchtower.

By the way, I'm quite curious: how did you know the gryphon array wouldn't work?

Because I was the one who drew it, back in eighth grade.

Ah, uh, what? But, but, but that's, that's vandalism!

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Is there something wrong, Sonetto?

That courtroom we just passed—Mr. Creius is in there answering the Committee's questions.

It was his information that led us to the Amber Room and to Bereggrad. I'm just concerned ...

The Foundation hasn't quizzed me on anything since I submitted my report on the Don Operation.

I would be in there right next to Creius if they wanted to investigate us as well.

I see.

Here it is. Let's go.

Long time no see, Timekeeper, Sonetto.

You still look pale, Ms. Stranger.

Well enough to get back to work. Thank you for your concern.

Though, before we exchange any more pleasantries, shall we allow this researcher to finish her job first?

Hello, Timekeeper. You're as punctual as ever, right down to the tick.

In fact, you're early, miss. But I must confess, I was never all that timely before becoming the Timekeeper.

Oh, wow, and a sense of humor too! You've really got it all, Ms. Vertin.

I'll be the one conducting research into your Suitcase's technology this time. Well, it's not just me, of course; it'll go to the team. One researcher alone couldn't possibly understand a device of the Suitcase's magnitude, could they?

So, has everyone moved out already?

Yes. They're all in the Foundation's guest rooms. I've checked every nook and cranny to ensure no one was left behind.

Thank you for your cooperation. I'm sure this will help us learn more about that mysterious Spinning Wheel.

Hm? Anything else I can help you with?

Um, Timekeeper, there's something I'd like to ask you about, kind of a private matter.

About the Amber Room. I heard you went through some kind of time distortion in there. Is that true?

Yes. It was exactly as I wrote in my report.

Time distortion ... If only I were assigned to research that! What could be more fun than studying time itself!

Not to knock working on the Suitcase—I suppose involves the study of space ... Space or time, ah, I wonder which is deeper.

You know, you're a real gatherer of mysteries, Timekeeper. Actually, you're kind of a mystery yourself. *sigh* I don't know what I'm saying.

Sorry for the blabbering. I should really go.

We'll get the Suitcase back to you in a few days. A week at most. Please plan your schedule accordingly. Goodbye, Timekeeper.

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I wonder if she even saw me or Ms. Sonetto. Laplace really does excel in finding "unique" talents.

I'm used to it.

Has the Foundation assigned you a new job already? I thought you'd want to rest for a while longer.

I wish I could, but it's not my decision to make.

The Foundation received your report on the Don Operation while I was still stuck in bed. It mentioned that Igor gave you a "boon."

Part of my work involves studying the Manus's arcane skills, so I was sent to Laplace to help.

The project leader said they've made some progress already, but they'll need your help to continue.

Which is why I invited you here.

Is the research team here at the Foundation?

Yes. The project leader and her assistant were notified in advance and brought their equipment here.

Follow me. They asked for an open space, so we agreed to meet in the garden.

I don't understand how one can relax while walking through a maze like this.

The view was much more enjoyable before the hedges grew into walls like this.

That should be them over there. Is that Eagle?

Hi, Ms. Timekeeper, Ms. Sonetto, Ms. Stranger.

It's great to see you again.

It's been a while, Eagle. I understand you've joined Laplace.

Will you be working on this project too?

Not exactly. The project leader is my tutor. I'm just here to help with a few things. She is ...

Hello, Timekeeper. It's truly an honor.

I hope you've found the time to read Ms. Recoleta's novel.

Oh, you can call me Marguerite.

It's a pleasure, Marguerite.

Your timing's perfect. Eagle and I have just finished setting up the Omni-Vector Virtual Monitoring Device. We're ready to start the experiment at any time.

Please, take a seat, Timekeeper. You're about to experience quite the adventure.

Wait, Ms. Marguerite. Would you mind explaining what this "Omni-Vector Virtual Monitoring Device" is before you start?

It's a "Chaos-System Omni-Vector Quantitative Analysis and Spatial-Metric Virtual Sensory Monitoring Device," to be precise.

Based on what we know about this cube, it'll go through unpredictable changes in the near future. So, to keep it under control, we must—

Ah. Judging by your faces, I think I haven't been clear enough.

Allow me to make things easier for everyone.

Using the data I provided, the research team has decoded the arcane skill Manus Vindictae used to stabilize the shell of the "boon," allowing us to access what was held inside.

It was trivial, really. All we needed to do was listen.

So you're saying I can use this device to "hear" what's inside the cube.

Exactly. I know it isn't quite correct to call it a "monitoring device," but language itself is an exercise in uncertainty, wouldn't you say?

Given that the cube was created by Arcana, a less direct but safer method of exploration is probably for the best.

As it happens, I already attempted to listen to the device while setting up the system. As soon as the first blast of sound reached my ears, I was hit with a wave of dizziness and briefly fell unconscious.

Symptoms that closely resemble what I experienced when you secretly "invited" me to the lake in your Suitcase.

It's likely, Vertin, that you are the only one able to remain conscious while listening to the device. And don't worry. Eagle has already booked a VIP room for you at the rehab center, just in case.

I see. Well, I suppose there's only one way to find out.

Virtual environmental model constructed. You may begin at any time.

Ms. Stranger, place the Pandora's box on the tray, if you would.

... Just as ... the cube ... superposition ... ever-changing matter ...

It seems feasible ... the system ... aligns well with our simulated ... Wait—

... Timekeeper ... seems ...

...?!

The machine is smoking. Did something go wrong?

Timekeeper! Are you alright?

I'm fine. My ears are ringing, but that's all.

So you were able to withstand whatever's inside the cube, as expected, but it looks like our monitoring device wasn't.

The overload of chaos data caused it to break down, though it should've been fine under the protection of the Apeiron scroll.

Did you hear anything during the experiment?

I did. But I don't quite know how to describe it. It was almost like the sound of sinking quicksand?

I think I've made contact with similar powers before. I'm not sure what it is, but I know it could be very dangerous.

Then Ms. Stranger was right. It could be risky to break the shell before we find out what's inside.

It's still an option worth considering, since we've gotten nothing from the monitoring device.

Well, Timekeeper? Shall we open it?

No. The risk is too high.

Shame. Anyway, if you change your mind ...

Use this. Our virtual neighbor came up with this capsule while we were working on the monitoring device.

It activates with a simple incantation. It'll take about seven seconds to dissolve the shell. After that, who knows what might happen.

I'll teach you the incantation later. It's easy, as long as you passed the SPDM's ninth-grade arcane skills class.

Thank you. I'll treat it with the utmost care.

Good. I look forward to hearing its secrets. If you decide to open it, that is.

Whoa!

Is it just me, or is this Dove bigger than the others?

It is much bigger than the other four.

And that is for a very good reason. This is the primary Dove.

It covers the largest area of the campus, while the other four cover the corners.

To think that the SPDM's been kept safe all this time by these things.

All green. Shelter Dove's functional.

That's it. We've checked all of them.

So, snack break, then?

Certainly not! We need to keep patrolling the grounds until the "Storm" is over and everyone is safe.

Oh. So, what, we just keep circling around the school, going up and down the watchtowers?

I know it is far from the sort of glorious mission that the Great Matilda Bouanich is capable of.

But just think, we are protecting all the staff and students of the school!

Someone must have done the same for us when we were students.

Yeah. I get it.

*sigh* I shouldn't complain. I'd much rather do this than fight on the battlefield. And the snacks here are better than the MREs, that's for sure.

Plus, we don't have to hide them from the instructors anymore.

Oh, th-thank you. Um, I suppose it is inefficient to work on empty bellies.

They're butter berry flavor, only produced in the 90s. I guess that makes them a little old, but they should taste fine.

Ignore the packaging. I swapped it out to avoid leaking time period info.

Quite thoughtful of you.

Let's go. Remember to lock the blast door in case any students end up wandering around near these restricted areas.

Yes, Lavender?

Ms. Matilda, could you go to the southwestern watchtower right now?

What's wrong?

There are some strangers at the school gate that are staring in its direction.

Strangers? What do they look like?

They're all adults, and they aren't dressed like the instructors or security.

Please stay safe, Lavender. Merel and I are on our way.

Over here, Ms. Bouanich, Ms. Van der Veer.

Is there anything else you remember?

It looks like they might have come from one of the nearby towns. Not sure what they want. Should I call security?

It's best that you leave for now. The Security Assistance Team will take over from here.

But I can help, Ms. Matilda.

I'm certain you would. But students are not allowed to make contact with outsiders.

But I ... Never mind. You're right.

The Monitor Director said she wanted to see me in her office anyway.

Off you go then. You know how much she hates waiting.

Matilda, do we really have to toss them out? They're just townsfolk, aren't they?

Outsiders are strictly forbidden from the SPDM campus. Besides, the "Storm" will be here soon. Maybe we should ...

No. We must confirm their identities and arrest them if necessary.

Listen. The watchtower's door just opened.

Then we must go immediately.

Huh? No one's here?

Where did the guards go? They were right here last time.

...

Calm down, Merel. This is precisely why they asked for our support.

We'll report the situation to the security center, begin an investigation, and eliminate any threats we encounter along the way.

That button on the wall should contact the security center.

Um?

It's not working.

Oh no. My communicator doesn't have a signal either!

But this alarm is directly connected to the security center through an underground wire. Its signal can't be blocked unless ...

Unless someone cut it.

ㄘ ...

Intruder!

Get down!

ㄠ!

Manus Vindictae?!

ㄞ ... Stop ...

Hmph. They're blocking the only way out. These filthy puppets have grown more intelligent.

Think, Matilda. You must find a way to report this to the school and the Foundation.

The wire is beyond repair, but Lavender was near the watchtower when she called me, which means the signal jammer is only covering a small area. That's it!

Merel, do you think you can reach that window?

That window there?

It's a bit high, but I guess I could transform into a bird.

Then I shall distract these puppets while you fly out of that window. Keep flying until your communicator has a signal again and report to the Foundation.

But what about you?

I am Matilda Bouanich, Star Investigator of the Foundation and leader of the Security Assistance Team. You have no need to worry about me.

Now! Go!

I'll be back as soon as I can! Stay safe, Matilda!

Ugh!

Yes! Signal's back!

Security center, no response. Foundation, ah, alright! I'm through.

This is Merel of Team Timekeeper. Investigator Bouanich and I have engaged Manus Vindictae at the southwestern watchtower of the SPDM.

Number and purpose of intruders unknown. Requesting backup. Requesting back—

Matilda!!

Update:

Manus Vindictae has destroyed the southwestern watchtower of the SPDM. Nearby areas will be exposed to the "Storm."

Matilda, uh, Investigator Bouanich was inside the watchtower when it was destroyed.

Merel? Are you still there?

...

Manus Vindictae are attacking the SPDM?

Yes. They have already destroyed at least one watchtower. The rest of the campus is almost certainly in danger.

The Pre-Storm Dispatch Center is sending an armed response force to the SPDM. Hopefully, the guards will hold out until they arrive.

Merel and Matilda are already engaged in the fighting.

We need a faster way to get there.

Well, in that case ...

I may be able to help.

That explosion came from the top of the tower. No, it can't be. They must be targeting the Shelter Dove.

ㄟ ...

If it's damaged, then this corner of the school will be exposed to the "Storm." If any students happen to be around ...

...

What now?

...

...!

Whoaaa!

*cough* This is the underground shelter. *cough*

*chirp*

*chirp*

*chirp-chirp*

Matilda! Can you hear me? Wake up!

...

Hang in there. I'll get these concrete blocks out of here in no time.

Alright. Let's—

Ugh!

No! No, no, no, no, no, Matilda!

We have to move!

Is this a broom closet? Alright, it'll at least take that thing some time to find us in here.

Please don't die. Can you hear me, Matilda?

...

Phew! At least she's still breathing.

Alright, let's see. Some bruises, no obvious fractures or internal bleeding.

Hm? What are these?

Are they crystals?

No, no, no, no, no, no. Focus, damn it. You can't get distracted.

First, hide Matilda somewhere safe. Second, get the backup Dove to protect us from the Storm Syndrome.

Then, take Matilda to the central watchtower or the library and wait for rescue. That's the plan.

I can do this. I'm a soldier. I've trained for this.

Alright. Action.

The backup ... It's here. Oh, good thing I was actually listening when Matilda mentioned them.

Hm. I doubt these can cover the same range without a pedestal. I'd better hurry back.

Who's there?

More Manus. Have they attacked the entire campus? I hope everyone's safe.

Who knows what I'll run into on my way back. Maybe I should cast invisibility on myself? But that would leave optical traces.

Hmm. Maybe there's something in here I can use as a disguise. Oh, how about that locker?

...!

Huh? What are you doing in here?

I ... I snuck out to meet Moss and Randy. We-We were going to meet ...

Ah, bollocks!

Stay there. Don't make a sound.

...

I've never seen a Manus soldier like this before. What sort of weapon are they using?

...?

*squeak*

That power ... Never mind. Looks like they don't even need one.

...

...?

Let me save you some trouble. I'm over here.

Are they dead?

No, this isn't a person. It's something artificial.

*sob*

What-What was that?

Don't look. We'll ... We'll figure out what's going on. Just come with me for now.

...!

...

Get down!

Ugh, what?

V-Vertin? Sonetto!

Merel, take cover!

It looks like their arcane skills can't pass through the crystals conjured by my incantations.

Which means I should be able to provide us protection going forward.

Its core is inside its head, Sonetto. Can you see it?

I see it—a breach in its skull. Maybe we can start by disabling its perception of Gnosis.

But I need to get closer before I can cast accurately.

Closer? I can help with that. Cover me.

Understood.

Merel, are you alright?

I'm fine.

Where's Matilda?

She's ...

*sob*

Will-Will it come back to life again?

Don't worry. We've shattered its core. It won't come back.

Come here. What's your name?

Beverly ...

What happened to Matilda, Merel?

She got injured badly. She's unconscious. The best I could do was hide her in a broom closet. I'll take you to her.

But how did you both get here so quickly?

Teleport disks?

Yes. A Laplace researcher gave the Timekeeper two disks when the alarm rang.

She and her assistant used them to get to the SPDM.

How many more of these unregistered disks are there in the LSCC?

Attacking headquarters is one thing, but the SPDM? What crooked reason could they have to hurt those kids?

Are they so desperate to replace their losses that they'd kidnap school children?

War makes monsters of us all, even more so for the Manus. Wait, that's where Blackbird was stationed. I hope she's alright.

The Timekeeper made the right choice. With her leadership and her assistant by her side, she should be able to keep things under control until reinforcement arrives.

Dispatch has given us our instructions. Right, Ms. Stranger?

Yes. You will reinforce the SPDM with the First Squad. Meanwhile, I will mobilize the reserves and take over security here.

Creius picked a great time to get hauled off to court. Where are the Flying Witches?

The nearest flight unit is on its way from Zeno headquarters, but only those who are equipped with Equilibrium Umbrellas.

There's no doubt we'll be the first unit to reach the SPDM. Those children are counting on us.

Ms. Stranger, please continue the admission process. The chaos in the SPDM can't be allowed to spread to headquarters.

First Squad assembled. Captain Osborn, we're ready to go!

Alright! Get moving!

What in the name of Penny Lane is going on out there?

What's with all those people heading out? They finally got sick of being locked up in this place, too?

But what's their angle? Busting out to put on a concert right before the "Storm" hits? Cor, that'd be mad. But you'd have to admire their rockin' spirit.

Oh, oh! That's Lopera.

She's leaving too. But what's got everyone in such a hurry?

That's the Pre-Storm Quick Reaction Force she's leaving with. They're probably being dispatched to solve some crisis outside of headquarters.

A crisis?

Oh my! Is there anything we can do? Vertin—Huh? Where have Vertin and Sonetto gone off to?

We might've been able to ask them if we hadn't been thrown in these boring gray rooms again. How dare they take our lovely, comfy Suitcase from us!

This is just like the first time I got locked up in this pencil-pusher's paradise. I bet those suits are up to something this time, too.

Not to worry though, 'cause this captain has her ways. My dutiful chief mate is already gathering intel.

Captain, I ran into Ms. Stranger on the way back. I think she can explain the situation.

Ms. Stranger? Wait, you mean that phony captain of the "Free Breeze"?

...

Team Timekeeper, I wanted to inform you of Ms. Vertin and Sonetto's status.

Ten minutes ago, we received a report on an emergency at the SPDM. They've made their way there via teleport disk.

Hang about, just the two of them? Not fair! Why're we cooped up here when we could be helping out?

Erm, with all due respect, Captain, we do have a job to do.

The rest of Team Timekeeper will serve as a reserve unit of the Pre-Storm QRF during personnel admission.

Huh! Come to think of it, I did hear someone mentioning us being a reserve. But I thought that just meant we'd be stuck sitting on our hands waiting for something to do.

The First Squad is on their way to the SPDM. They will join the Timekeeper as soon as possible.

Then let's get ready, shall we? Huh, ah, I'll whip up some pain-relieving dew and misty mist spray in a jiffy.

I want the Foundation's fastest car. No, motorbike. Those kids need help, and this rockin' pirate is going to give it to 'em.

...

Might I speak with you in the hallway, Ms. Stranger?

Of course, Ms. Druvis.

We won't be leaving headquarters, will we?

No, but I didn't have the heart to rain on their parade.

Your job is to protect headquarters, now that the First Squad has left.

Dispatch doesn't want the emergency at the SPDM to interrupt the admission process. Both are equally important.

Hasn't the Foundation been recruiting more talent than ever in the past few months? I doubt manpower is a problem anymore.

Is it in any way possible to reassign this duty to another unit so we can reinforce the Timekeeper?

We have expanded our staff considerably, but many of the new members are from the current era. This is their first "Storm." Their reaction to it could be unpredictable.

Unfortunately, we've determined it's best not to put them on any tasks in the lead-up to it. In fact, we've been keeping them under close surveillance.

It doesn't help that many of them still carry grudges from the war. Not all of them were on the same side.

Still, there's no need to worry for your friends. The First Squad are experienced in dealing with Manus Vindictae. The Timekeeper is in safe hands.

I don't suppose you can manage to pacify them?

They're hardly what I would call "obedient."

Then they'll have to learn to live with it. The Foundation has rules for a reason.

...

I'll do my best. But I can't promise anything.

The first time we came to the Foundation, they also took the Suitcase from Vertin under the guise of "research."

I'm afraid there isn't much I can do to dissuade their suspicion, nor their dissatisfaction.

I'm grateful as long as you are willing to try, Ms. Druvis.

"Razor" will contact you soon to give you further instructions.

Apparently, neither you nor I like the characters we're playing on this stage.

How's Matilda doing?

Her vitals are strong, and she doesn't appear to have any dangerous wounds, but she still hasn't come to.

Her crystal ball is broken. I suspect it took the brunt of the damage. But we need to get her some professional medical help to know more.

If only Ms. Tooth Fairy weren't at the UK branch with Flutterpage right now.

Still, there should be medical staff on-site at the school. Let's move Matilda somewhere safe and start looking.

Vertin!

I've checked the shelter. There aren't any other students or staff. Some walls have collapsed, though. We can't access the other underground facilities.

There's no time to clear debris. We'll have to move above ground.

Aren't we going to wait for reinforcements?

No. The clock is ticking. We can't afford to wait.

This tower's Shelter Dove has been destroyed. And the backup can only keep us safe for ten minutes without a pedestal.

And to make matters worse, I don't have my Suitcase. If things go wrong, you could all be infected with the Storm Syndrome.

...

So, where should we go now?

Normally, I'd suggest the central watchtower. It's where the instructors used to tell us to go in case of emergencies.

But I don't imagine we'd make it that far with a comatose patient and a child.

Our best choice is the library. It's close by and "Storm"-proof.

With any luck, we'll find something useful, or at least some other people.

What if the Manus are already there?

We take them down. And if there are too many of them, we'll pass through it to the clinic. We need to take Matilda there anyway.

The plan is settled then. We'd better get moving. The "Storm" waits for no one.

If combat breaks out, I'll do what I can to protect Matilda and Beverly.

I'll trust you both to handle whatever stands in our way.

Understood.

S-Sure. Just leave it to us.

Alright. Grab Beverly, and let's move.

Sonetto!

Regna sereno intenso ed infinito!

ㄜ ...

*exhalation* Vertin, Beverly, all clear.

Wow!

Stay calm and keep your eyes open. Watch your step.

Vertin? What are you looking at?

Nothing. Let's get inside.

The side entrance is right ahead. Keep going.

Let me get the door.

...?!

Everyone, get in here. Quickly.

Moss! Randy! You're alright!

All these students ...

What-What happened to Ms. Matilda?

She's wounded. Could you find a quiet room and help me move her there? She may have suffered some trauma to her head, so we need to be very careful.

I remember there were couches in the reading room. Are they still there?

They are. Do you remember where it is?

Yeah. Vertin, let me help you put Matilda there.

Alright.

...

Ms. Sonetto, my name is Lavender, Ninth Grade Monitor Assistant. It's an honor to meet you.

An honor? You know about me?

You're an SPDM legend! A lot of us know you from the school parade.

I'm flattered. It's very nice to meet you, Lavender. Are you the one who led all these students here?

That's right. I'd just gotten back to the ceremony when the explosions went off. The instructors told us ninth-graders to lead all the students here.

We're the oldest students and the only ones who have received any real training, so it's our duty to protect the lower grades. But, honestly, thank goodness you showed up.

Where are the guards and your instructors now?

I don't know. They just ordered us to head to the library. A few of them came with us, but they're not doing so well.

They got hurt protecting us from the Manus on our way over.

You know about Manus Vindictae?

Yes, and the "Storm" too. I was told about it as a part of my role as monitor assistant. All these things that are happening means the "Storm" is about to arrive, doesn't it?

I-I understand that we're not allowed to talk about it on school grounds, but given the situation ...

I think we can make an exception. You need to be prepared for the possible dangers ahead.

Thank you so much, miss. You don't know how relieved I was when I saw you coming to our rescue. So, you were sent here by the Foundation, right?

That means headquarters already knows what's going on. Will there be more reinforcements?

Yes, and they're already on their way. We'll be safe soon.

Thank goodness! Phew. We'll follow your orders until then. By the way, who's that woman who was carrying Matilda? Is she your assistant?

...

That was Vertin, the Foundation's Timekeeper. And, in fact, I'm her chief assistant.

You mean that was Vertin? THE Vertin?! I heard she ran away from the school and got expelled. How did you come to be her assistant?

Yes, I'm the Vertin you've heard about. But I was never expelled.

—?!

S-Sorry. When did you ...?

It's more than alright. It's only natural that people would start rumors with me coming here so rarely.

How could it be? Ah, never mind. I'll do whatever I can to help, Ver—Ms. Timekeeper.

Vertin is just fine, Lavender.

Could you tell me more about the situation here? We need all the details.

Of course, but it might be better to go somewhere that the other students can't hear us.

That's everything I know.

Thank you.

The good news is most of the students are accounted for within the library, and it's secure for now. But, that's basically where the good news ends.

We haven't seen any signs of the instructors nor the school security. They may have retreated into the central watchtower, but if that's the case, I don't understand why they would send the children here.

We've viewed what we can from the windows in the reading room. It seems impossible to reach the central watchtower safely.

The campus is crawling with Manus believers, and that's just the ones we can see. I doubt we could even make it as far as the central square.

All four corner watchtowers are damaged, and I believe their Shelter Doves have been disabled.

As for the library, it's only safe because the Dove in the central watchtower is still operational.

So we just bunker down here and wait for reinforcements, right?

...

I'm afraid we can't. The central tower's immunity range is shrinking.

What?

Unfortunately, if I'm correct, the library will be exposed before the "Storm" arrives.

Then we need to make our way to the central watchtower. But I'm not sure we have the strength to clear a path there.

We can take advantage of the library's layout to hold the line for a little longer, but ...

If the major Dove's immunity range keeps shrinking, it won't make much difference.

So, then, what do we do?

We wait.

The Foundation's reinforcements should be here any minute. They'll have brought enough Equilibrium Umbrellas for everyone.

Hold on tight!

Ah!

Why are these roads so bumpy?

What, haven't driven around here much yet? You'll get used to it. Rocks slide down off the mountain from time to time.

How far are we from the SPDM?

Fifteen minutes, give or take.

How did Manus Vindictae manage to infiltrate the school? Security didn't notice anything?

Tsk. The guards are only equipped with tranq guns. They wouldn't have been much use against the Manus.

This isn't actually the first time they've attacked the SPDM.

But this time they've sent an army instead of Olitiaus. Won't be quite so easy to deal with.

That won't be a problem. We're more than ready, aren't we?

Blackbird was at the school before the attack. Just when I thought she might get to take a break. I hope she's alright. Well, she's probably completely freaked out, but I hope she's safe, at least.

Quit your whinging, Beagle. Focus on the mission.

Our little birdie's gonna be just fine.

Is this Blackbird a friend of yours?

Yeah. She might not think she's a soldier, but she's a survivor. If Antarctica and the Eastern Front couldn't kill her, she can handle a school.

But she's never really fought the Manus directly, has she? Only Critters and penguins in Antarctica. Oh, and then the rebels.

The rebels?

Ahem!

There's one thing you need to know, Beagle. Same thing I learned during her combat training—

Whoa!

What now?

Captain signaled us to stop. Let me go check.

All units, pull over. Formation Y, stay alert. We have a situation.

Arcane Support, move up ahead.

All team, check your wearable Equilibrium Umbrellas. Make sure they're functional.

Did you notice?

Yeah, and I double-checked too.

I'm not claiming to be an expert on these roads, but I can tell you one thing: We turned that same goddamn corner three minutes ago.

Right down to that daft rat-looking boulder.

Oh man! Think we could be trapped in a Maze Net?

Unlikely. A Maze Net couldn't cover a convoy so large.

Well, at least of the ones we've encountered before.

*sigh* Hate wasting time with these arcane props.

Take it as a good sign.

Sorry?

If Manus Vindictae had the firepower, they wouldn't be trying to keep us distracted, which means we're a threat. They're trying to buy time.

Once Arcane Support decodes this arcane skill, or whatever it is ...

No, wait.

That can't be right. Manus Vindictae's grown way more aggressive since the war in Europe. They wouldn't back down from a fight.

If their only objective was to buy time, they would've set up closer to the school, somewhere they could reinforce quickly and keep us pinned down.

So, why choose this spot? Looking around, this seems like a perfect place for ... a f**king ambush!

Everyone, get back to your vehicles! Now!

*choke*

Captain! Damn it!

Yermolai, get in.

Enemies on the slope. Fall back.

I'm gonna disagree with you there, "El Capitan."

All those people out there ... makes me think of the folks that line up outside the soup kitchens, only there ain't any soup. No shelter either. Just a shove to send them on their way.

The Foundation can only admit so many people.

So, what, they get to pick and choose who lives and who dies? We throw equality out of the window just because of the "Storm"?

I've tried to understand why my sister chose to join the Foundation, but what would she say if she saw this?

I can't shake the thought outta my head: those cold-hearted bastards sitting back in their glossy offices with comfy chairs, pretending to be philanthropists while they leave people to die.

Do me a favor, J. Do your complaining in private. I don't want to have to be the one pulling rank and charging you with insubordination.

Whatever. I know we can't help everyone, but you ain't convincing me that this is for the "greater good."

We ... What we're dealing with here is more complex than things back on Haight Street. I'm sure you remember.

...

Your shift's almost over, J. Why don't you go grab something in the lounge? Maybe have a chat with Todd.

You not coming with?

I've got new orders.

No comms from the First Squad?

Oh, everyone's here.

Over here, "Razor." We've just started.

Don't mind me. You were talking about the First Squad? They were the ones sent to the SPDM, right?

Dispatch has lost contact with them. We're not sure whether they're in danger or if communication has been jammed by the "Storm."

Will we send another unit?

No. Dispatch has decided we can't risk sending anyone else with the "Storm" arriving so soon.

Is there any clearer reason why they made that decision?

We can't risk leaving headquarters short-handed if an emergency breaks out. Besides, mobilizing another unit could easily spark panic among the people being processed.

Dispatch has determined that if we cannot make contact, it'll be better to deploy after the "Storm" has passed.

Then what are we here for, Ms. Stranger?

Your teams will be performing reconnaissance in force as soon as the "Storm" ends. You are to gather any intel about the status of the First Squad and SPDM as soon as possible. I need you to prepare your teams in advance.

But let me be clear. The purpose of this mission and the status of the SPDM and First Squad are on a need-to-know basis. You are not permitted to inform the lower ranks at this time.

We have to take into account the possibility that some of your newer team members may act on impulse if they hear the news, especially the arcanists among them.

That's fair. I'm not sure I could hold some of them back from rushing into the "Storm" if they thought they could help.

For the good of the operation, we'll keep our mouths shut. Human or arcanist, we need to prioritize our teams' well-being.

Osborn's team will be fine. They have numbers, skills, and the latest gear. The Manus won't take them out—not without a fight.

I bet they'll be crowd surfing above the cheering students by the time we get to the SPDM.

Ms. Stranger, I've kept an eye on Team Timekeeper as ordered. I wouldn't say they're the most disciplined group, but they're doing fine.

Except the one that claims to be some kind of pirate-rockstar-come-freedom fighter. She's been selling the others on an escape plan.

...

"Razor," could I ask you to speak to Regulus? You saved her life once on the Aegean. Perhaps she'll listen to you.

Here are your mission briefings: Keep them secret; keep them safe.

Please follow Dispatch's instructions and report in before you make further decisions. You have your orders. Dismissed.

Wait, Ms. Stranger.

What? I have to leave my things behind?

Those are the rules, sir.

I believe you've been informed that each individual is allowed only a maximum of 20 kilograms. Any excess baggage must be discarded unless it qualifies as military equipment.

Since there is no military equipment in your baggage and ... You know what? I don't have time for this. Don't you see the line behind you?

Do you have any idea what I've been through to get here?

I spent three months in the trenches fighting Manus Vindictae for this organization. Now you're asking me to throw away what's left of my life?

And it's not just my belongings. I brought things for my little brother, too. The commander said we'd be moving again after we sign this contract. I don't see why I have to throw it all away.

Calm down, sir. You'll have to discard any excess baggage before we can allow you entry. No exceptions.

We need to get you all processed quickly so you can sign your military service contracts. There's a lot of paperwork to do.

...

Just do as he says, Arthur. You know these bureaucrat types. They're no different here than any back home.

Heads are too clogged up with rules and regulations. There's no talking any sense into them. Might as well save yourself the bother.

Hmph.

...

What are you doing here, Ms. Druvis?

Just looking around.

I guess I find it odd seeing all these long lines. It's not normal to have so many people waiting to come in, especially so close to the "Storm."

Soon, they'll be putting on Foundation uniforms. And then, just like that, they'll be told to say goodbye to their family, friends, homelands—their entire era.

Please, Ms. Druvis, it's best we don't talk about that here. Most of those waiting in line aren't aware of this "issue."

They've been fighting Manus Vindictae for months. Don't you think they might have learned something from our enemies?

The Foundation's policy forbids revealing information on the "Storm" to any personnel from the current era. It doesn't matter what they may or may not already know.

...

What is it?

Was that sarcasm in your voice? You find the Foundation's policy absurd too, don't you?

I wouldn't say that.

Vertin told me about you. You went under deep cover in Manus Vindictae, forced yourself to become someone you're not, did things you've come to regret ...

You paid an unimaginable price to complete the Foundation's mission.

But even now, after you've returned home, you're dissatisfied with the character you're playing.

I can't help but wonder what the "you" you really want to be is like.

...

I don't know. I've never had the time to answer that question.

The Foundation only gave me a new role, not a new identity. They expected me to fall back into my old self.

Are you here to check in on us? To make sure we aren't planning anything too radical?

You can rest assured. It won't happen.

I appreciate it. Then, let's put it behind us. Thank you for trusting the Foundation.

But I don't trust the Foundation. I've always doubted their ability to bring about their professed order and peace for all.

It might be best to end our conversation here, Ms. Druvis.

They bring these people in under false pretenses, knowing full well that after the "Storm" wipes out their era, they'll be isolated and moldable. And just like that, the Foundation gets a new generation of puppets.

Uprooted, shorn down, and processed, like trees turned into logs. No one ever asks them what they want to be. They never get that chance.

I work with the Foundation only because of Vertin. I am loyal to her, devoted to her cause. Not yours.

I can face the uncertainty of the future because I know what I'm fighting for. How would these people react if they found out the truth?

Don't you think some of them would rather risk their lives to find another shelter than give up their freedom to the Foundation?

You mean they might want to join Manus Vindictae.

Or the Gryphon Legion, or some other shelter we don't know of, like the Apeiron island.

How long do you think the Foundation's policies would hold if they didn't present themselves as the only option?

...!

That's a stage one alert.

What? What's going on now?

An assault? Or a bombardment?

Everyone, stay calm and wait for further instructions.

Could it be something related to the Storm Syndrome? Or another attack outside?

Neither. A stage one alert means ...

A major crisis is happening inside headquarters.

Ms. Druvis, please return to Team Timekeeper and lead them to the nearest shelter.

...

Well, well. It is of little surprise—

That the white fortress doth not extend its courtesy to an unbidden guest.

Yet I shall brook no refusal.

A most impressive display of strength.

Look at them run. Perhaps I overdid things.

*sigh* I wish I didn't have to be so rough with them.

...

Guiding One.

How has our ambush against the Foundation's Response Squad proceeded?

They've been taken care of.

Hm. Impressive. Then I need only point my blade forward.

Heh, bringing a knife to a gunfight, you are a hoot.

Assault squads, lock down the first floor of the Committee Building. Eliminate any resistance.

We'll demolish their tower and rip the guts from these arrogant hypocrites!

Yes, sir!

Run!

It's Manus Vindictae! I saw them!

...

You ...

Grace, a moth sealed inside a human's cage.

Arcana? No, this can't be happening.

You need not fear. I come only seeking an answer. We have no dark designs.

To speak thy name doth please me still, and I do not forget the deeds thou once didst for us, grieved though I am by thy betrayal.

Come hither, child. For I carry a gift that should have long ago been bestowed upon thee.

...!

Warning: Stage one alert. Unidentified intruders in headquarters. Emergency evacuation procedures initiated.

All personnel are to obey ranking officers during evacuation and await further instructions in the emergency shelters.

This is not a drill. Repeat: Stage one alert. Unidentified intruders in headquarters.

Quiet in the court. The trial will not be interrupted.

The Foundation's security forces are more than capable of handling whatever emergency is occurring outside. This tribunal is perfectly safe.

Your Honor, might I suggest a recess until the end of this crisis? There are a number of critical personnel gathered here.

I have no doubt our security forces are capable, but without senior leadership to direct them, chaos is inevitable.

We must evacuate to the nearest emergency shelter immediately and wait for rescue. As the ranking officer, Your Honor, you are in command of the evacuation.

You're right.

In that case, I declare a recess until the end of this present crisis. During this period, the defendant shall remain in custody. Other personnel will return to their positions and—

You're going to get people killed!

Mr. Creius, I would remind you that any statements you make will be on the record when the court returns to session.

I know, but I'll say it anyway. Because I know the truth is on my side, Your Honor.

Listen to me, everyone. Forget the procedures. If the Manus are brazen enough to attack us at our headquarters while the "Storm" is imminent, then they must have come with overwhelming force.

We'll need all personnel and every asset to resist this assault. If we can concentrate our defenses here, the long and narrow corridors of the Committee Building can work to our advantage.

This will be a fight for our lives.

Mr. Creius, what evidence do you have that this "assault" is beyond what is already accounted for in our emergency procedures?

Indeed. You're a former Vigil, Creius; you should be well aware that there is simply no teleportation array with the capacity to move such a force into our security perimeter undetected.

Have you already forgotten our investigation into Hill 299? They hollowed it out and transferred ten thousand soldiers inside without being noticed.

We cannot rule out that Manus Vindictae now possesses some form of stealthy, high-capacity teleport array. We all but confirmed it following their movement patterns during the Don Operation.

There's a decent chance this assault is stronger than our protocols can handle. We have to mobilize everyone—anyone who can stand needs to be a part of this fight.

Including our civilian staff? They don't know the first thing about combat! This plan of yours could only result in needless death.

I'm not asking for them to pick up a rifle. They'll set up barricades, run messages, care for the wounded—anything they can do to help.

We have a hall full of soldiers, veterans of this era's battle against Manus Vindictae, all prepared to sign our military service contract. They could be the key to organizing a counterattack, if they aren't already in the fight.

Even if we agreed to execute your plan, no one present has the authority to command it.

Attention: This is an official Presidential Office broadcast. Emergency evacuation procedures are canceled. All combat personnel to battle stations.

Non-combatants in distress, prepare to resist within safe limits.

The Pre-Storm Dispatch Center takes command of all units, effective immediately. Any personnel unable to reach safety or receive direct orders are permitted to resist by any means available. There will be no liability assigned for any damage to headquarters sustained during resistance efforts.

May the peace be with us.

May the peace be with us.

Ugh!

How did I get here?

Arcana didn't kill me. What did she ...?

Ms. Stranger! You're awake.

Are you okay? Any pain?

Ah, Eagle?

Yes, I'm fine, I think. But how did we end up here?

I got separated from Ms. Marguerite in the assault. The Manus captured the first floor before I could reach the emergency shelter.

I was running along the hallway and found you passed out on the floor. Luckily, a guard saw us and helped me move you here.

We're safe here, well, for now.

Thank you, Eagle. What about the guard?

He ...

...

We need to go.

But where, Ms. Stranger?

Somewhere—anywhere else. It's too dangerous to stay here.

If they've secured the first floor, then they've likely already begun searching it room by room for survivors.

But there are so many of them out there. We can—

Please don't put it on, Ms. Stranger.

It'll deceive the Manus soldiers. I'll use it to find a way out for us.

Don't worry. The Foundation's headquarters was designed as a military fortress. There are plenty of hidden shelters around. We'll find a safe place.

But once we're out in the open, it'll be just the two of us against all of them. The Scout Code would say that we should hold in place and wait for rescue.

The battle is still raging. Even if they've managed to hold the line somewhere, it's unlikely they'll be sending rescue teams any time soon.

Hmm? Ms. Stranger?

Manus Vindictae could find this room at any time. We can't stay here.

I promise I will get you out of here, Eagle. You wouldn't have been trapped if you hadn't saved me.

It's not your fault, Ms. Stranger. I made that decision myself.

I know. It's just ...

I can't shake the feeling that I'm to blame. I must have missed something, some detail that could have helped us foresee this attack.

I need to make up for this mistake, even if all I can do is save one life.

We need to go. Now.

Are you really going to put it on?

Only when I have to. I need a disguise if I'm to avoid combat.

—?!

There they are!

Wait! She's got a mask in her hand.

Watch out! There's a kid, J.

Oh, sorry. I figured you were one of them.

You don't need that mask anymore. So, would ya mind dropping the thing?

Understood.

Phew. Thanks.

I knew I'd find you here.

Ma'am!

You didn't lose the badge I gave you, even when you were in danger. Nicely done.

That badge was enchanted by X to emit a special kind of arcane trace that my Rumbling Roaring Box could identify, but I lost the thing in battle.

Thankfully, despite most of these checkered doormats being about as useful as a flat tire, they do carry monitoring devices capable of picking up those traces, so ...

Wait, you put a tracker on this kid?

*sneer* Not cool, lady.

Technically speaking, it's only an arcane trace emitter.

Ugh, never mind. At least everyone's okay.

I thought the first floor was fully under Manus Vindictae's control. How did you manage to get to us?

Well, when all this s**t went down, we decided to swing by the Arcanum Containment Department. Found this weird screaming box there. Turns out it works pretty good as a distraction.

Ms. Druvis managed to evacuate most of the survivors to the Arcanum Containment Department in the Eastern Building.

The Manus have focused their efforts on reaching the top level of the Committee Building.

The top level? They must be heading for the president's office.

We can't worry about that now. We have our own problems.

Agreed. Let's fall back to the Arcanum Containment Department. We'll make our next plans there.

This is all the men we could gather so far.

You've found more survivors, Captain.

Then it's not all bad news after all.

Hooray! New friends joining Typhon's legion!

An Eagle Scout and the phony captain. Ha, never thought I'd be happy to see you again.

Wow! This is a lot more people than I'd even hoped for.

...

Don't touch anything on the shelves, people. Everything's totally harmless, just as long as you leave them be.

Please do as she says. Latham already wastes eight hours a day keeping all these knick-knacks in order. Let's not make it any more.

Then I wonder what exactly you do here, Ms. Recoleta?

Oh, Ms. Butterfly! It's great to see you again.

I've been working on a sequel to The Turquoise Serpent Club. Though, being stuck in a building with nothing but gray-and-white checkers to look at isn't exactly inspiring.

Oh, right, how have you been? Any new adventures to share?

Ms. Stranger, I'm glad to see you're alright.

Perhaps you'd like an update on our current situation?

It would be much appreciated.

Follow me. Regulus, could you give us a minute?

Ah? And just when I thought we were bonding. Ah, go on then. Plan whatever plans you're gonna plan. Just don't you dare leave me out of them!

We've lost contact with the Committee Building. All we're getting are small snippets of information from survivors as they make their way here.

It appears their attack is focused there, so we've avoided them so far. That said, we shouldn't wait around to be discovered.

In better news, I've found a method to contact the LSCC.

How? I thought all our signals were being jammed.

This is a Chattercap I found on the shelf. It can communicate messages to all its symbionts.

And the Containment Department's logs show that Director Ezra happened to borrow one of these symbionts, taking it to Laplace.

I've awakened this one, and fortunately, it managed to build a connection with its symbiont there. The signal is unstable, but at least we're no longer alone.

I wonder what the situation is like over there.

I hear voices coming from that mushroom again.

Yes, but it doesn't sound like Ms. Druvis. They're asking about Laplace's current situation.

Right now? We're doing all we can to hold out. Researcher Hissabeth has formulated a plan to stop the Manus, though.

That's right. Ask the lady on the line how she feels about getting blasted into the sky by an exploding "Fire Salamander" fuel tank from the Uranus-4 rocket.

Hissabeth seems confident that Laplace's security doors are strong enough to withstand the explosion and that her firepower should provide just enough cover to allow the Foundation to rescue her team. I'll speak with her, if she's still inclined to listen.

In summation, things are about as expected there.

Those lab geeks should be just fine as long as Hissabeth gives up her plan.

Hm. Hissabeth? Give up? Listen to yourself.

...

It may be best for me to share my intel on Manus Vindictae with all of you. Rules and regulations would only hold us back at this moment.

You read my mind, Ms. Stranger. I think we deserve to know.

Allow me to start with a list of the Manus's high-level figures and their basic information.

We can't be sure just how many of them are part of this attack, but if you run into any of them, please be extra careful.

Help me get Paravyan over here, and remember to keep yourself in my smoke at all times.

Oh no. He doesn't look good.

...

Just leave me. We're doomed. We ... We're all gonna die here.

What are you yammering about! Toughen up, soldier!

I don't want to fight anymore. It's all meaningless. The world's ending anyway.

The Foundation, Manus Vindictae, wh-whatever. Just leave me be. I can't get back on my feet again.

Come on, all you've got are a few bruises. What happened?

Make way!

Wait. His Umbrella's broken.

I knew it.

He didn't notice the damage to his Umbrella, and now he's infected with the Storm Syndrome.

There's a few others like him. Look fine on the outside, but their insides are wallowing in total despair.

It's like the exact opposite of the war craze from before the 1914 "Storm."

Where did you get another Umbrella?

From someone who doesn't need it anymore. Better used on Beagle, I'd say.

...

He'll take a while to recover. Just leave him be.

Have we found a way out?

No. Arcane Support's still working on it.

I can—

Listen, soldier. We all have our own duties, you included. You're not an array expert. Doesn't take an arcanist to know that.

Osborn's down, so I'm the ranking officer here. Understood?

Have you and Beagle completed the mission Osborn gave you?

We almost did, until he suddenly refused to cooperate.

Can you finish it? How much longer will it take?

Yes, sir. In about three more minutes, before my arcane smoke lifts.

Got it. We'll cover you in the meantime. Let me know when you're ready.

All set!

All units, fall back!

ㄨ ...!!

Whoa!

Lopera! Are you alright?

I'm fine. My Umbrella, too. I just still can't control the explosion precisely. How are you holding up?

Better now. Sorry I let you down back there, but I'm not afraid anymore. I'll cover you.

Attack! ㄠ!

How many of them are there?

Stay put, Paravyan. They're charging.

Copy that. I see them.

Damn it!

Paravyan?

Hmm? What?

N-No way.

Ugh!

There's another one over there. I'll go take a look.

Be careful.

Hey. I've got a girl? Lieutenant, you need to see this.

Who's ...?

You ...

Don't shoot!

...!

Lopera!

Molly, is that really you?

Hang in there. I'll get you somewhere safe.

*cough*

Are you alright, Father?

Manus Vindictae won't be able to launch another attack for some time.

Ptolemy, we must reach the convoy's commander. Let them know we are not their enemy.

Yes, Father.

The Foundation convoy has calmed down, as you predicted. We've avoided any unnecessary casualties.

We saved their lives. They have the sense to see that. Who is their commanding officer?

Their commander was killed, Father. The ranking officer is called Yermolai. He seems able enough. It wasn't difficult to persuade him that we were here to help.

They're from the Foundation's QRF. The Manus ambush nearly wiped them out.

I'll bring their officer here. And Father, Lopera wants to see you.

You might have an internal injury of some kind from that explosion, Pera. We'll have time to talk, but for now you need to—

Get away from me.

...

What are you doing here?

Trying to help.

Our intention was to arrive directly at the Foundation's headquarters. But it seems whatever arcane skills the Manus have employed are interfering with my own.

You were fortunate. It seems we arrived without a moment to spare.

And what? You're going to force me to join your assault on the Foundation?

Our goal is to protect the Foundation, not destroy it.

Huh?

Do you have enough Equilibrium Umbrellas for everyone?

We should, as long as our missing vehicles are intact.

Then the answer is no.

What do you plan to do, Lopera? Draw lots for the remaining devices?

Our orders were to reach the SPDM. They have an immunity area, as long as we can manage to secure the school.

Can you be certain that you will secure the immunity area before the "Storm" arrives?

There is no choice in the matter. You will come with us to our shelter.

Your shelter?

I must put my soldiers first.

We don't have enough Umbrellas for the entire legion. My men risked their lives to follow me here.

What? Are you out of your mind? You mean they're all exposed to the Storm Syndrome right now?

Don't tell me that includes Molly!

It's alright, Pera. We'll be fine as long as we get back to the shelter before the reversion starts.

We volunteered for this operation. Please, Pera, we're trying to help you.

How did you know the Foundation was under attack?

We have our sources, but the intel came too late. We missed our window.

We're unable to teleport there, which means there's nothing we can do to reinforce the Foundation. We're out of options, and I have no intention of leaving you here to die.

I won't go.

Lopera, I'll remind you that I'm your acting commander.

Your deputy said that headquarters couldn't reinforce us. Why is that?

The situation there is much worse.

Tch. I've had dreams of burning that place down, but not today, not now. What's happened?

I do not have the time to brief you.

I am only able to open my gateway once more before the reversion begins. I can take what's left of your squad to safety.

We will fall back to our shelter. It is the only safe location I can reach without risking Manus interference.

For now, I have ordered my legion to assist in decoding this array.

But if we can't break through before the "Storm" arrives, you'll have no choice but to leave with us.

Then we'll be marked as "traitors," wanted by the Foundation. Just like you.

I may not be the fondest of them, but I'm not exactly looking to have their guns pointed at me either.

Your complaints can wait. The Manus are preparing another attack.

May the peace be with us.

Is she here?

Arcana has been confirmed to be within the Committee Building. Based on the strength of her forces, I estimate she'll reach us within 30 minutes.

How long until reinforcements arrive?

The nearest ground units are 90 minutes away. Unfortunately, they'll need to brave the "Storm" to reach us. They're sending whatever troops they can equip with Equilibrium Umbrellas.

The Flying Witches are also en route. They should arrive soon, but they don't have the numbers to change our situation. And their air advantage won't be of much use indoors.

Grant all personnel at headquarters access to restricted areas and any available weapons. I want everyone armed.

That should buy us another 30 minutes.

Do you believe the Foundation is no longer capable of solving this crisis on its own?

Yes.

What's the Timekeeper's status?

We can't reach her. We lost communication with the SPDM over an hour ago.

How long until the Pax House responds?

Soon.

The Philosopher King is aware of her arrival.

Then that's all we need.

May the peace be with us.

Excuse me, miss. May I borrow this book?

Five Easy Recipes to Brew an Invisibility Potion? Are you sure you've picked the right book, dear? The final exams are coming up, and I doubt this appears anywhere on your syllabus.

No, it doesn't, but ...

I just want something different to read. I've gone through every book on the syllabus, or at least stared at them until my brain gave up.

I'll probably fail. Maybe that's for the best.

Merel!

...?!

S-Sorry. Do I know you?

I am Matilda Bouanich. Though you have doubtlessly heard of me.

Um, okay. How did you know my name?

Why, I remembered it, of course. I remember everyone's name. You should learn to do the same, starting with mine. That way, you'll know who to turn to if you need any help.

You're one of the new students, isn't that right?

Yeah.

I know you've been struggling, but not everyone arrives having mastered the entire syllabus as I have. You'll get the hang of it in no time. Trust me.

I guess so. Are you borrowing books too? What did you get? An Introduction to Shapeshifting and Its Practice Through Time?

Are you trying to learn to shapeshift, Matilda?

I just want to get a taste of it, that's all.

But that book's huge. Err, how about Fiddler Crab Shapeshifting for Dummies? I've read it. It's simple and fun, perfect for beginners like us.

Excuse me?! I've never read a more insulting title! Matilda Bouanich is no "dummy," and she absolutely will not read a book that is meant for one!

If I am to learn shapeshifting, I will do it properly and learn from the best! I will not end up as some sorry, soggy, crabby little thing crawling around on the floor.

Besides, we've already had quite enough dummies knocking on the infirmary's door with claws instead of hands.

Though, I did hear Sonetto once borrowed that book. But I simply cannot imagine her turning into a crab. Hmm. I wonder if she succeeded? There must be a way I can find out.

N-Never mind. Why would Matilda concern herself with such petty tricks? We Bouaniches have already mastered something far more powerful—command of the crystal orbs.

...

To be honest, I wasn't exactly thrilled when they told me I'd be sent here. But I guess there are worse places I could've been stationed, so I didn't complain.

I can't say I've missed the school announcements, or the electric fences and detention rooms. Not even for a second.

But I've always liked the library. It's probably the only part of this school that I did.

...

I will see this through, Matilda. Not for the sake of the school, though—

The instructors are hiding something. But if we'll find out one day anyway, why don't they just tell us now?

Miss, why can't you just tell us what's happening out there? I swear we'll keep our mouths shut.

Don't bother, Emilia. They're not gonna tell you anything.

They know. But even if they used to be students like us, they're just like them now.

—But for our friends and for the students who remind me of who we once were.

This war will end someday. And when it does, I hope they'll live in a kinder world than the one we grew up in.

Merel, is Ms. Bouanich going to be okay?

*sigh* She still hasn't regained consciousness. It might have something to do with the arcane skill that hit her.

But her vitals are stable, and the casualty assessment didn't show anything serious. The rehab center should have her back on her feet in no time.

Casualty assessment?

Yeah. It's a process I learned back at the Vigiles Bureau. Just glad I haven't forgotten it.

The Vigiles Bureau ... Was that your first job after school? You're incredible.

I doubt my instructor back then would agree. I didn't do very well in the exams.

Ms. Bouanich once told me that grades aren't everything. You must have had other strengths the Vigiles Bureau valued.

When I graduate, I hope I can join the Vigiles like you or be an investigator, like Ms. Bouanich. Do you think I stand a chance?

Of course! But you should really consider working at the Foundation's headquarters. It's much safer behind a desk than out in the field.

I don't want to be stuck indoors. Besides ...

Ms. Bouanich and Ms. Sonetto chose to be field operatives, and so did you. You all must've seen a reason to do it.

I don't really know all the details of what investigators, Vigil officers, or soldiers actually do out there, but I know it's what I want to do.

They aren't all that different, really. Sometimes you'll find their duties overlap.

Merel?

Over here! Matilda's condition hasn't changed. Is there something you need?

The Timekeeper wants a word with you in the study room.

Sure. I'm on my way.

I better go check on the other students again—see how they've been behaving.

Some of the younger ones think they might find a solution to the impending "Storm" in the books. But I figure if the answer really was in a book, someone would have found it already.

You wanted to see me? What's wrong?

The convoy should've arrived by now, but there's no sign of them. I haven't been able to reach headquarters either.

I'm afraid we have to prepare for the worst.

Is this the contraction rate of the immunity area?

Yes. Its radius has reduced by 30 meters in the last 15 minutes. It's shrinking even faster than I'd anticipated.

At this rate, the library will be exposed ten minutes before the "Storm" arrives.

But, there are so many students.

That's why I called you here. We don't have the luxury of waiting for rescue anymore. I've decided to see whether the "boon" can be of any use.

...

"Boon"?

It's an item Igor gave me during the Don Operation.

It's possible that it could generate an immunity zone. But ...

But we have almost no idea what's inside it. It could save us or destroy us. It was a gift from Arcana. Let's not forget that.

Arcana?! Then, shouldn't we stay as far away from it as possible?

I think so too. It really is like Pandora's box. Once opened, there'll be no undoing the consequences.

Even so, it may be our last hope to save everyone here.

"You are the true savior destined to lead us from the flood. Take it."

Igor believed that I was meant to have it. He was absolutely certain, though I still don't understand why.

But if I can make it work, it could shield us all from the "Storm." I'd be saving not just you two, but all the students here.

Igor managed to protect his entire army from the "Flood" in Antarctica, and I believe he did it with the power of this cube.

But that's hardly for certain. What if we open it and find out there's nothing inside?

Then we attempt to reach the central watchtower, assuming the Manus hasn't destroyed the Dove there too.

They'll hit us with everything they have out there. And even if we somehow avoided them, how could we manage to get all these children out safely?

There really aren't any options left, then.

I've already applied the alchemical compound Ms. Marguerite gave me. She said it will begin to dismantle the shell as soon as the incantation is recited.

...

Unlock the leaden secret.

A gate? The "boon" is an entrance?

I hear something. A voice. Someone's calling out.

I don't hear anything at all.

There's only wind, blowing across the ground. No voices.

It's calling out to us. I hear my name and yours, Sonetto.

Timekeeper, it's entirely possible that this is a trap. Stepping in there could be exactly what Arcana wants.

But the voice ... It sounds just like mine.

Sorry, you're saying the voice coming from that gate is yours, and only you can hear it?

I know how impossible it must sound.

But I want to see for myself. I have to try.

...

Then, please, at least allow me to accompany you.

Of course. Merel, can I ask you to wait here? Someone has to look after the students if we don't make it back.

You have to get them to the central tower before the library is exposed to the "Storm."

I-I have another idea.

I'll go to the central tower myself and bring back the Dove installed there.

On your own? That's far too risky. The Manus are everywhere. They've likely taken control of the entire campus.

Just listen. The Manus we've encountered so far have been manageable, tough but dumb. They haven't sent anything I can't handle.

Acting alone might even be an advantage. I'll be much quicker and quieter without trying to move all these kids with me too.

If I shapeshift on the way, I might even be able to draw some enemies away from the library.

So, go on. Check what's behind the gate. I'll head for the Dove. It probably won't last long off its pedestal, but what's left inside should be enough to get us through the "Storm."

And if the Dove runs out of energy before the "Storm" arrives? Or what if something happens to you on the way? The stakes are too high. We can't afford to leave this to chance.

We're already betting on luck, aren't we? And just waiting isn't going to improve our odds any more. What if you come back empty-handed? What then?

No, we need to stack the cards, or-or spread the risk or something like that! Do you see what I mean?

And to be honest, if you don't make it back, I doubt I could get everyone to safety by myself.

But going out alone? That I can do. This way, we double their chances of survival.

"Always have a plan to fall back on." Creius is always saying that to me.

And this time, I've got one.

...

I admire your courage, Merel, truly.

Go then. I trust you. And I need you to trust me, too.

We meet here again before the "Storm." And whatever happens, we move forward together.

Mhm. I promise.

It's time. Let's go, Sonetto.

They're gone.

Merel? What's going on? Where did Ms. Vertin and Ms. Sonetto go?

They've gone to find a way to get us all through the "Storm" safely.

I ... I'm going to leave soon, too, Lavender. I need to get to the central watchtower and see if I can find something that might help us there.

By yourself?

Y-Yeah. Don't worry. I know a way to slip past the enemies outside.

Those Manus monsters have just been hanging around so far. They don't seem to be trying to get in. But even if a few try, the senior students and I should be able to manage.

We'll be alright here, as long as they don't all come charging in at once. You go ahead.

I couldn't ask for more. I'll be back as soon as I can.

Have you lost your mind? Get out from under there, now.

I ... I ...

Forget your bloody paperwork. Just get somewhere safe.

Those things out there ... Are-Are they ...

Yeah. Nowhere's safe anymore. Welcome to reality, sunshine.

Now get on your feet and help me move this table outside. We need to barricade this place.

Wh-What about those monsters? What do we do about them?

We put a bullet through their heads, if we're lucky.

For Pete's sake, don't tell me this is your first time seeing the Manus up close.

Well, I'll be damned. I fight these things every day, and half of you checkerheads haven't even seen one in the flesh!

Listen, if all you're going to do is stand there shaking, then I'm leaving without you. I've got to try to find my team.

No, wait, wait! Please, don't leave me here.

Alright, then what are you going to do?

I'll come with you. Let's move this table outside.

Just a little more.

Ugh!

Non-combatant staff must evacuate to higher floors immediately. Clear the main stairwell—military use only.

No, no. Don't jump. This is the fourth floor.

Out of the way. Soldier, find me a weapon.

Enough. We don't need file clerks wasting ammunition. Just find somewhere safe with the rest of your colleagues.

Looks like you're free for now, Creius.

For the moment, yes. The trial will start up again once this all blows over, assuming we're still alive.

Where's my squad?

They're with the Quick Reaction Force that was sent to the SPDM. We've lost contact with all our operatives in the field.

I suppose that makes me the sole member of the "XII," then.

We've attempted to reach "Razor" and the others, but so far we've got nothing. They may have gotten cut off downstairs.

What's the ETA on reinforcements?

Fifteen minutes.

Inform everyone you can reach: air support is on its way.

With respect, ma'am, you ought to at least be giving your captains the hard truth.

Forces are an hour out, maybe more. Until then, we hold the line. Understood?

Understood. Reinforcement ETA: 60 minutes.

Ma'am, we have representatives from the House of Integratus waiting. They request a brief meeting.

I'm on my way. Best of luck, soldiers.

Godspeed, officers.

Plan's simple. We let them push up, layering out a defense in depth, giving ground as necessary to conserve ammo and avoid exposure to the "Storm."

Priority for now is to buy time for all non-combatant staff to reach the top floor. If reinforcements don't come in time to save our necks, then at least we'll die standing.

The Dispatch Center will be coordinating our teams to focus on the Manus's arcanist troops. You coming with us, Creius?

The "XII" Squad always stands ready, even if I'm the only one left.

Let's move out.

Get down!

We're from Special Operations. What's the situation here?

We've lost the second floor. The Manus are pushing up the main stairs.

We've got nothing reliable on their numbers or composition, sir. At this rate, I doubt we can hold the third floor for long.

Dispatch told us reinforcements are coming. What's their ETA?

Um. We need you to hold on for 15 minutes. Understood, soldier? Spread the word.

Fifteen minutes. We can manage that.

They're stalling for time. Push through.

We have numbers on them. They won't hold. Units Two and Three, probe for any weak points in their defenses.

Yes, sir.

We're behind schedule. These Foundation dogs have finally found their footing.

Where is İlmek? She was supposed to be leading the vanguard. Late? Or simply proving herself useless again?

What is it now?

Whose arcane skill was that? Imbeciles! If there can be anything said for humans, at least they can follow a plan.

Whoever's doing this, I will—

...!

Wha—huh?

No need to be alarmed, soldiers. This thicket will provide you cover.

We figured you guys could use a couple arcanists on your side. Pretty sweet, huh? Hold on. Recoleta? What're you doing here?

At first, I only planned to observe and record the noble deeds and heroes of this great fight.

But I've had a change of heart.

I will join you in this fearless all-or-nothing adventure. I'll fight, just like everyone else. Please, let me stand by your side.

Caution, everyone. Please clear a space around the light beam as quickly as possible.

Light beam?

Wait, there's something flying straight at us. Missile incoming.

You heard the apple. Move it!

Ah!

Did I ... Did I land right? Everyone okay?

That was unlike any transport I've ever ridden before, Nautika.

Don't worry. No injuries. Everyone moved away from the window. Excellent timing, Mr. APPLe. Now, do you remember what I said?

Y-Yes, disrupt the enemy's coordination.

A Chimera. It's the one from Antarctica. Then the rumors were true.

If I hear another word from you, coward, I will personally put an end to you. That beast there is nothing more than an easy target.

Now take her down!

We can't thank you enough. You really saved our bacon back there.

There's a path down to the lower floor under this tree trunk. We can use it to move between floors behind enemy lines.

Excellent news. Now we can send down teams to look for weapons and ammo.

On that subject, we've brought supplies from Laplace. Nautika?

Oh, right! I've got everything here.

Ahem. Ahem.

What's this?

Hi there, whoever you are, this is a prerecorded instructional message from X.

Now, allow me to walk you through the specifications of the equipment. First up: the semi-automatic construction arm.

Ms. Druvis has checked in. They've made it upstairs and joined the fight. I'm ready to set out for my mission as well.

I'll be going behind enemy lines in an effort to find out how they breached our security. With any luck, I might find a way to close it and isolate their forces here.

Researcher Marguerite, I'll leave the rest to you here.

Not so fast. It's finally just the two of us. A good chance to speak face-to-face, don't you think?

Let's set aside this little "saving the world" matter for the moment and talk about what really matters. I've been waiting for this since the day I joined the "boon" research team.

If this is about my past with the Manus ...

No, no. I have no interest in that.

Does the name "Loop Laboratory" ring a bell?

You know about the Amber Room.

The secret lab built after the second "Storm" in collaboration between Zeno and the Foundation. Yes, I know about the Amber Room.

I also know that, for years, Zeno has been tracking down soldiers reversed by the "Storm," labeling them as "deserters," and sending the Hush Troopers to ferry them to that very laboratory.

And I know that using the same theory and reasoning behind the vessel ensoulment experiment, they developed a new technique.

Phototaxis.

A complex technique used to engrave a subject's skin and cerebral cortex with countless arcane incantations ...

Enhancing their performance, resilience, and guaranteeing their unwavering loyalty.

Caring Cecilie, sweet Kayla, Grace the Specimen Enthusiast ... The Foundation has always kept you moving from one identity to another.

There are many things I regret doing under those stolen names.

But somehow your true self was never lost, not like with the others. I've been keeping my eye on that laboratory and its subjects. Most collapsed under the weight of their identities. But not you.

It's no exaggeration to say you are the laboratory's finest work, a perfect specimen for Constantine's needs.

That's quite enough. What do you want to say?

There's a puzzle I've been looking to solve all these years. And only someone who survived that system can give me its final piece.

You, Ms. Stranger, are the key to solving this mystery.

I'd like to examine your brain to see whether it can rebuild your original self after the "Storm" washes it away.

...

I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, Ms. Marguerite. The Phototaxis is no longer in me.

Luck mocks me once again. But if that's so, then tell me: Who removed it?

Arcana. She freed me from it in our confrontation earlier.

She does seem quite taken by you, doesn't she? Her little pet. Maybe the Foundation should have let you stay by her side.

It wasn't an act of kindness. She takes pleasure in the thought of me losing my mind, a mad dog off her leash, or collapsing once there's nothing left to hold me together.

She let me live only to savor my misery.

I suppose I should feel lucky to have regained my freedom, but it has come at a price—an emptiness that gnaws at me every waking moment.

So, you have your freedom, yet you're still acting as if you're under the Foundation's control. Why is that, I wonder?

I hate what they made me do—stealing people's names and lives. The guilt of it sits in my chest. But today, my choice is my own.

You are a strange one, Ms. Stranger. You mean to say you're risking your life for the Foundation by choice?

All the same, you've satisfied my curiosity, in a way. I suppose I should offer you something in return.

A friendly warning: this may corrupt you, and without the Phototaxis's protection, its effects could be permanent.

Your warning is appreciated, truly, Researcher Marguerite.

Ah. They're not here either.

Captain, I find it rather unlikely that the leader of the Manus Orchestra would simply be hiding in a room waiting for us to wander into them.

Assuming they have an orchestra at all and that there's someone leading it.

Fair point, Mr. APPLe, but I'm not letting any sensible conclusions hold me back, not after all that clanging and clattering battered my poor ears on the "Free Breeze."

Besides, my dear chief mate, why else would they have become all musical instrument-y if there weren't some barmy conductor leading it all?

Therefore, ipso facto, Bob's your uncle, this conductor must be operating from behind enemy lines.

And if I may ask, Captain, what will we do if we actually find this conductor?

Simple. That's when we bust out the "Gluey Gooey Gum Gun" our dear old X sent us.

ㄞ!

Urgh, you tone-deaf twit. Listen, if you can't play a proper tune, then stop acting like an instrument. It's insulting!

Captain, I strongly advise we make a tactical retreat.

Not to worry, Mr. APPLe. It's only one measly Manus—

What's this? A Foundation fool has sneaked their way behind our lines.

Seize her! And that apple as well.

Cor, look at that face. He's redder than the guy on the King Crimson album. Come on, Mr. APPLe. Let's give this Gum Gun a try.

Eyes up, soldier.

Huh?

Whoaa!

Captain!

Well, well. What are the chances?

L—*cough*—Lilya? You took your bloody time and a half, didn't you? They were saying the Flying Witches wouldn't make it.

Ha! Then "they" clearly don't know how fast my brand-new Red 38 flies or who they're talking about.

So, what, we take our eyes off this place for ten minutes and the Manus are all over you? Look at all these Olitiaus buzzing like flies on a corpse. Makes my skin crawl.

Whatever, catch you later, rockstar. But don't forget. You owe me one. And I mean something harder than Dr. Papper.

That's it? You just swoop in, save the day, and fly off? Why not stick around and give these Manus stooges a bit of what for?

Oh, I will. But I'm not wasting my time charging around on foot.

Plenty of stooges to deal with outside the Committee Building. Spotted them taking out some heavy machinery on my way in. Things are about to get wild.

You two should get moving. Let the Foundation know what's up. And no more wandering off. I don't babysit.

Wait! Is Dr. Papper really out of the question?

We've gotten reports that the first group of Flying Witches has arrived. But I only see one of them, Lilya.

She's the quickest of them, no doubt. But even her entire squad won't be enough to turn the tide.

It's time, Z.

But ma'am, withdrawing now could damage morale.

I trust our soldiers. After all, we're not fighters. Our presence here does nothing but slow them down.

Contact every Committee member and House of Integratus representative you can reach. We're relocating to the top floor of the Spire by the president's order.

The Spire ... Understood. Is there anything you'd like me to bring, ma'am?

Your kettle and some tea. You'll need it.

You don't seem at all concerned. Is there something I don't know about?

Cannon, the cannon!

Damn it, cannon's lost! Get out of here! Those trees are catching fire!

Witches! How did they get here so quickly?

Ma'am, General Krutov has sent word again.

Do I look like I have time for his sniveling? Tell him to fix his own messes.

I would have had the array ready for those Flying Witches if you idiots hadn't kept getting in my way.

Buzz all you like, pests. I'll clip your wings soon enough. We need to move the array rites elsewhere.

Somewhere those irksome flies cannot bother us. Not under a roof, but nowhere fully exposed.

Was this not the place set aside for you?

You've got some nerve asking that. Where have you been? Off in your whimsical little world again?

In case such practical matters slipped your mind, your witless rabble were supposed to be hunting down the Foundation's arcanists.

All is in hand. Though there has been some unexpected reluctance from them, the reason for which still eludes me.

You're trying to understand them?

I can't waste any more breath on this.

...

With those Flying Witches focused on the gardens and the plaza, this location must suffice.

Prima.

—?!

I didn't expect to find you working alone. You've grown careless.

Grace? Impossible. How did you get here?

As I always do. You of all people should know my means.

*sneer* And you think you can simply show your face here and get away unscathed?

Come on, then. Let's see what tricks you've picked up in my absence.

*choke*

Grace, you deceitful parasite! I'll make you pay for my mother's death in Antarctica.

Level your accusations later. Now, tell me how you got past the Foundation's security.

*cough* Traitor, thief! You'll get nothing from me.

Enough, Prima. I don't have time for your tantrums.

...!

Stay calm. This will only take a moment. You might even survive if you're lucky.

I curse you, Grace! You'll never be free. You'll die a pathetic, sniveling slave.

Take it off. Get this thing off my face!

...!

No. What? What's happening?

Don't stay out in the open like that, Nautika. You're too exposed.

It's okay. They can't hurt me, really.

Damn it!

Take this: Smashing Bouncing Ball!

Get down! Ugh!

You've got to give them credit. Those Laplace brainiacs sure know how to build some solid toys.

Impressive. But I still don't get why you have to shout that bloody name every time.

The higher the volume, the greater the damage. That's what the guy in the tin box said.

Alright, can't hurt to have a little fun. Let me try one.

Their Chimera is immune to our incantations. Nothing a swift bullet to the head couldn't solve, if that druid weren't so incessant.

We don't have the forces for close-quarters combat. Where the hell is our heavy firepower?

...

...!

It is a wondrous form thou hast claimed, Nautika. I cannot help but behold thy beauty with some awe.

Did we not return to this world upon the same blessed day? Pray tell—how fares thy second life, and the powers thou hast seized?

My-My life has nothing to do with you, Arcana.

Ms. Weyerhaeuser? Charming as ever. What a delight to chance upon thee here as well.

...

Too long has it been e'er last we spoke. And a question hath weighed upon me since then: why protect these humans, the cause of thy family's ruin?

Leave her to me!

Hush, child.

...!

I ... I can't get up.

Something's wrong.

There are still people under the tree.

No. My adventure ...

Rise.

...!

Something's picking me up.

Fall.

N-No! I can't stop!

At last, some peace and quiet.

ㄢ!

Kaarrr!

...

Kaarr, hiss ... <Protocol says, in case of a campus-wide emergency, instructors without other duties are to assemble at the central watchtower and wait for deployment ...>

Hiss? <But it's empty. No instructors. No security. Where did everyone go?>

Ah!

ㄠ!

No way out.

If you're outnumbered? You run. Simple as that.

No heroics. Dead soldiers don't win wars.

Invisibility incantations might help, but arcanum isn't reliable. Guns never fail. Burn that into your skull.

Let's see how you like this.

ㄞ!

ㄤ?

Second floor. There's a door. I can lock them out. Should buy a little time.

I just hope the security team's master key works here.

Come on. Don't do this to me.

ㄠ!

...!

Wh-Where did that come from?

Heads up!

Seems like I did the incantation right.

Emilia? What on earth are you doing here?

Shouldn't I be asking you that?

No, wait. Just stay right there.

There are so many of them. Why are they gathering around like this?

Hop on, Emilia! I'll get you back into the air vent.

What about you? You won't fit in there.

I'll find a way.

Wait. It's open?

Emilia, help me open this door.

Hey!

Quick! Get in.

*pant*

Lucas, Emilia, what are you two doing out here?

They put us in detention, remember? Then the alarm went off, and an explosion blew a hole through the wall, so we ran.

Sorry. You wouldn't have been left in there if it weren't for me.

Oh. That wasn't your fault. We broke the rules, after all.

We knew the central tower was where people were supposed to go, so we headed here. Looks like that was a mistake.

We ran into a whole load of weird monsters on the way here. Guess what the instructor said about the dangers outside wasn't just to scare us after all.

But where is everyone, miss?

The library. That's where the instructors sent everyone. I just came from there.

See, Emilia? I told you we should've gone to the library.

There's always security here at the tower. How was I supposed to know they'd all be gone?

Alright, you two, now's not the time.

I'll get you to the library. But first, there's something important I need to get from upstairs.

You two get back in the vent and wait.

What do you mean? Can't we go with you?

Well, it ... it's too dangerous.

All the more reason to not split up.

She's right. And trust me. You're gonna need us. I know all kinds of stuff they don't teach in class.

No. Please, both of you listen. I've fought those monsters before. They don't care how smart you are or how many incantations you know.

See that hammer that guy's holding? I've seen it smash trained soldiers to pieces.

But how are you going to get up there? Every door is locked except the main one. We've checked.

That's why we ended up hiding in the vent.

I've got a master key.

But it didn't look like it worked on that door you tried it on.

Well, then I'll shapeshift and get to the top through the vent. Once I've got what I need, I'll open the door from the inside and take the stairs.

That won't work. The vent was blocked in the explosions. You can't get past the second floor. We've tried.

And the blast doors won't open from the inside.

What do you mean? Didn't you just open that one for me?

No. I thought you opened it.

I just told you. Her key doesn't work.

...

Then who did open it?

You've come to me at last, Vertin.

Who are you? Where's Sonetto?

There is no name that I might give you that will serve your understanding.

As for your friend—she was not meant to be here.

Your voice ... I've heard it before, through the monitor.

But you're not Arcana.

You are the true creator of this "boon."

You are the true creator of this "boon."

And you are its rightful receiver.

Rightful receiver? Then why was it in Arcana's possession? And why was it given to Igor?

You know the ways of time and fate. The "boon" comes to you only at the proper moment, just as you have come to me.