CHAPTER 1
An Arbitrary Decision, Missed Connections, Wrenched Hearts
1
“I’m going to have all four of you enter the Nebulis Sovereignty undetected.”
“Your special mission is to infiltrate the Sovereignty. Then capture the current Nebulis queen.”
The capital city of Yunmelngen—more specifically, Sector Three. This was the military area, which was isolated from both the residential and commercial districts.
Inside a military-base conference room…
“You’re taking this joke too far, Saint Disciple.” Voice cut through the silence. “You always say crazy things, but this time it’s really not funny.”
The one who spoke up was Jhin Syulargun, a young man with spiky silver hair and a masculine face. The sniper rifle that never left his side was propped up on the wall behind him.
“That’s what I think, at least.”
“…I agree.” Iska gave a small nod when Jhin looked at him pointedly.
Iska was a seventeen-year-old boy with blackish-brown hair. Born and raised in the Empire, he was a young soldier and a member of the Imperial army, serving alongside Jhin. To go into further detail, he was part of the Special Defense for Humankind, Third Division.
As the name implied, their duty was to defend humanity from the witches. He was an Imperial soldier who had been entrusted with that critical mission.
“As far as I’m aware, even the espionage unit struggles to sneak across the border into Sovereign land. Has the situation changed?”
“Not at all. You’ve got exactly the right impression, Isk,” the bespectacled officer replied with a grin. “Their royal palace is filled with ruthless guards. No one has ever been able to infiltrate the palace while the queen’s been present. But that’s exactly what would make pulling off this mission impressive, don’t you think?”
Risya In Empire. Her shrewd visage was paired with the black-rimmed glasses that completed her trademark look. Though she came across as the secretary of a very important corporate president or a savvy businesswoman, she was actually an officer who possessed enough physical strength and skill in combat to put most male soldiers to shame.
In other words, she was a genius, a masterful jack-of-all-trades.
While her fellow officers were busy jostling for position, she’d devoted herself to shooting up the ranks, eventually getting selected to become a Saint Disciple—and continued to rise in status until she was assigned to the fifth seat. At present, she worked as the right-hand woman to the throne itself.
That was the woman addressing them. “That’s why I’m dead serious about this topic—well, order , I suppose.”
“And who is this order from?”
“From the Eight Great Apostles, duh. What’s up, Isk? It’s not like you to ask about what you should already know.” Behind the lenses of her glasses, she narrowed her eyes, bringing her long eyelashes close together.
Her gaze was both suspicious and charming.
“Well, I’m glad I kept it a surprise. I had no idea you’d be so enthusiastic.”
“We’re not—”
“Oh? What a surprise. I had no idea you could look so reluctant, Isk.” Risya put a hand to her hip, peering into his face as though he was a curiosity. “Is there anything a former Saint Disciple can’t do?”
“This is an impossible challenge. I’ve gotten unreasonable orders before, but I feel like this one isn’t even in the same league as the others,” Iska answered, his voice strained.
In contrast, Risya did not allow her bewitching gaze to waver.
“Hmm? But, Isk, who put you on bail?”
“The Eight Great Apostles.”
“Right. The same bunch who proposed this mission. You must understand what I’m saying.”
“…I think I do.”
Iska was a soldier who had committed treason.
A year prior, he had been sentenced to life in prison after he’d broken a witch who’d caught his eye out of jail. He was the Successor of the Black Steel—the one who had studied under the strongest Imperial swordsman. He was just too useful to leave imprisoned.
The highest authority in the Empire belonged to the Eight Great Apostles.
And they were the only reason why Iska had been released from his cell. His imprisonment had been lifted at their suggestion.
“I’m telling you this for your own good, Isk. You can’t turn down this mission. If you get on their bad side, it’s straight back to the dungeons. Hey. Don’t look at me like that.” Risya slapped him on the back. “You’ll be fine. Plus, the members of Unit 907 are extraordinary, after all.”
“But it’s not as though they’re going into this blind,” Jhin spat out. “The Eight Great Apostles are involved in this mission. They’re gonna string us along in this plan while they work behind the scenes on some scummy scheme.”
“More or less. I’m glad to see you’re keeping up, Jhin-Jhin,” she praised him with nonchalance.
“Tell us what the plan is. Right now,” he demanded, refusing to back down even in the face of a Saint Disciple. “The queen of Nebulis shares blood with that Founder. She’s not the only one, either. There’s a whole mob of purebreds in the royal palace. How’re you going to have us sneak in there?”
The Founder Nebulis was the very first witch who came into existence a century ago. She had become a legend for protecting the astral mages who had been oppressed at the hands of the Empire and single-handedly fighting against the Imperial military, plunging the capital into a sea of flames.
The Nebulis Sovereignty’s royal family was directly descended from the Founder, an exclusive group also known as purebreds.
From the Empire’s perspective, the Founder’s bloodline was comprised of complete monsters entirely devoid of humanity. They were witches with enough power to annihilate entire Imperial military bases on their own.
To make matters worse, they didn’t even know how many purebreds existed in the Nebulis Sovereignty.
“It’s not just the purebreds. In order to cross the border in the first place, we’d need to worry about the astral trial. It’s not as though you wouldn’t know that as a Saint Disciple.”
“You mean needing astral crests , right?” Risya winked, clearly implying something. “You’ve got that absolutely right, Jhin-Jhin. The astral trial will certainly be troublesome.”
Hosts of astral power always had a mark somewhere on their body called an astral crest. In the Empire, this was a sign that the affected person was no longer human, but the astral trial used it for another purpose altogether.
At the border, those without astral crests had limited entry into the Nebulis Sovereignty .
“Though the Empire used the crest as evidence in witch trials, the Nebulis Sovereignty has done a clever job of twisting that around. Who could have guessed they would use the existence of an astral crest in place of a passport? Humans without astral crests have the potential to be Imperial spies, which is why they can’t easily enter the country.”
Checking for an astral crest was done by simply looking at a person’s skin.
Because of that, it was a laborious act for people from the Empire to cross the border.
“The espionage unit has trouble with getting around it. If you’re from the Empire, you’re just a normal human without an astral crest, after all. They’re usually discovered right away.” Risya shrugged as though in defeat. “Even when people from the neutral cities go in or out of the Sovereignty, they’re put under strict surveillance. It doesn’t matter whether our espionage unit is the best in the world; getting past the border is virtually impossible.”
“Exactly. So what are you going to do about tha—?”
“But there is a way.”
“…What?”
“A way to sneak into the Sovereignty even if you’re an Imperial citizen.”
Jhin’s eyes narrowed—in surprise and suspicion. The Saint Disciple of the fifth seat noticed this and was savoring his reaction.
“Just wait three more days, and you’ll see.”
“You’re still not going to tell us? I heard that the other units already started training maneuvers.”
“Oh? Well, well, Isk. I see you’re itching to go.”
“There’s no way someone wouldn’t be interested after you phrased it that way.”
Risya was up to her usual tricks.
Iska understood that and nodded.
“We need time to prepare. Our entire unit would ordinarily be training for the special mission right now—if we hadn’t been ordered to secure the vortex.”
“Mm-hmm?”
“If we don’t prep, there’s a chance we’ll be the only ones who can’t keep up.”
Iska and the others weren’t the only ones tasked with the infiltration of the Sovereignty. The Eight Great Apostles had intended for this to be a large-scale operation. There were as many as twenty units just for the operation teams, and they had picked out a hundred soldiers from the Imperial military’s cream of the crop.
…If our unit is the only one that makes a mistake…
…We’d absolutely get caught at the Sovereign border and be tortured.
Iska wished for a permanent peace between the Empire and the Sovereignty. He couldn’t let this be the end of the line for him.
“I wish I could settle your concerns, Isk, but alas, it’ll take us two more days to prepare the treatment . That’s why we’re on hold for three days.”
“What treatment?”
“Oops, I shouldn’t have said that. Anyway, I’m going to head out before I let anything else slip. Bye! See ya around, Isk, Jhin-Jhin, and—”
Just as she’d turned to leave, the Saint Disciple twisted her head back to peer at them. Behind her glasses, her eyes crinkled with the mirth of a mischievous child.
“Were the details of the operation a bit too much for you, Mismis?”
“………”
“Oh, I knew she’d pass out. Oh well.”
There was no answer.
She dotingly looked down at the pale captain collapsed on the conference room floor and the girl with a ponytail who held her up.
“Well, see ya, Nens. Make sure you relay the details of this meeting to her.”
“…Yes, ma’am.”
“Excellent reply. You’re such a good kid, Nens. You too, Isk and Jhin-Jhin. All of you from Unit 907 are real cuties. And equally capable.”
Her combat boots echoed as the fifth seat of the Saint Disciples, Risya In Empire, jauntily left the conference room.
2
The members of Unit 907 were the only ones who remained in the conference room.
“Captain? Are you okay?” Iska bent down to the petite captain slumped on the floor.
She was the unit leader Mismis Klass.
Though she was still dazed, her childish features were adorable, and her blue hair curled away from her face, suiting her petite form well. She looked as though she was in her mid-teens and could have easily been mistaken as the youngest in the unit. In reality, she was a grown adult at the age of twenty-two. And she was their full-fledged superior.
“Risya just left.”
“…”
No response.
Though Risya had said Mismis had passed out, she was conscious, and her eyes were open. It was just that she was so stunned that she had slumped over and still couldn’t get up.
…I’m not surprised she fell over.
…I mean, she just had to listen to that whole conversation after everything that happened.
She had fallen over after receiving a double serving of shocking news. It was completely understandable.
“Captain, Captain?” While Captain Mismis’s head lay on her lap, Nene gently smacked the captain’s cheeks.
Nene Alkastone was a girl with voluminous red hair put up in a ponytail. She was the unit communications engineer and a famous top-ranked engineer.
“Commanderrrrrrr. Wakey-wakey. We need to come up with a plan, or we’ll be in hot water. Aren’t you going to be in the most trouble, Captain?”
“It’s no use, Nene. She won’t be able to move for at least half a day.” Jhin leaned against the wall as though he had given up. Checking the outside of the room carefully, the young man with silver hair lowered his voice to a hush.
“This is the second bout of bad news she’s gotten. Not much time has passed since her world got turned upside down after becoming a witch , and she now has the impossible task of infiltrating the Sovereignty forced onto her. Telling her to keep it together is unreasonable given the situation.”
“Hmm. But I’d really like her to feel better.” Nene patted Captain Mismis’s head gently. “C’mon. Don’t feel down, Captain. I’ll even go out to eat barbecue with you today. How about we get some delicious food in our bellies and perk up?”
“…Oh…b-barbecue…!”
“That’s seriously what woke you up, boss? Hey, Iska, Nene, no need to worry about her. As long as she’s still a glutton, the boss is as good as rain.” Half-exasperated, Jhin watched the petite captain spring back to life.
“Huh?! Wait, what was I doing…?!”
“You were completely out, Captain. That’s how you’ve been ever since Risya started explaining the special mission.” Iska filled a cup from the water dispenser. He handed the captain the cup, which held cold water up to the very brim. “Here, take this.”
“Th-thank you, Iska…” After she adorably downed the contents, she took a deep breath and finally regained some composure. The first thing she did was check the state of her clothes.
Her jacket was off, leaving her in nothing but a white shirt. She looked at the undone buttons on her sleeve and fearfully lifted the fabric, as though recalling something. The shifting left her upper arm bare.
“…I knew it…wasn’t a dream…” Her smile was bittersweet, fragile.
Mismis gazed at the emerald pattern that had set in on her upper arm.
It was the astral crest of a witch.
The mysterious pattern on her shoulder could be mistaken for a tattoo—if it wasn’t for the telltale faint glow. That was what gave it away as the sign of someone who had been infected by the inexplicable planetary energy—astral power.
“Am I a witch now…?”
“Jackpot. You’ve got that astral crest, after all. That said, you conking out might have been the one silver lining in this situation.” Jhin jerked his chin toward the door. “Flailing around while trying to hide it would’ve come off as insanely unnatural. If you’d been awake and trying to pretend you didn’t have an astral crest, that Saint Disciple would’ve definitely picked up on it.”
To the Saint Disciple Risya, it probably seemed as though Mismis had passed out from the shock of being ordered to carry out the impossible undertaking of infiltrating the Sovereignty. And mercifully, it was a big reason why Risya hadn’t noticed the astral crest.
“A-and if she had …?”
“You already know. Worst case, you’re executed for being a mage who infiltrated the Empire. But if you turned yourself in for getting infected after falling into the vortex, I’m sure your sentence would be lighter. Even then, the best you can hope for is life imprisonment like Iska.”
“…Right.” The Imperial-captain-turned-witch let out a heavy sigh.
Iska mulled over the recent events.
“Maybe you should be more worried about your captain?”
“And now I will take my leave. I hope we meet again, Imperial warrior of unknown name.”
When Iska had fought them, Kissing the purebred and the man in the mask had decided to drop Mismis, their prisoner of war, into the vortex to cover their retreat.
…That masked guy might have kicked the captain into the vortex, but there’s no way he would have assumed this would happen to her.
A tumble into the vortex could be compared to falling into an active volcanic crater. But unlike lava, astral energy was innocuous to the ordinary human. Iska had fallen into the vortex and came out unscathed. Only Captain Mismis had struck the “jackpot”—meaning she was compatible enough with the latent energy inside the vortex to become an astral mage.
“Captain, I think I already know the answer, but were you listening to Risya’s explanation of our mission?”
“…Nope.”
“Do you feel confident you’d remember if I was to explain it to you right now?”
“…Nope.”
“It’s no use. I’d thought this was the case, but there’s no way we can infiltrate the Sovereignty in this condition.” Jhin crossed his arms.
Normally, he would make a scathing remark or two around this point, but he had clearly decided this wasn’t the time. Just watching Mismis’s plight was too painful.
“Uh… Um… Sorry… I’ll try to get ahold of myself.”
“Don’t worry about that—just rest,” Jhin ordered, though his tone was gentle. “Hey, Nene, take the captain out to barbecue tonight. And for breakfast and lunch tomorrow, too.”
“For all three meals?!”
“She needs to recuperate. You can tell relaxing and remaining composed are out of the question right now. If this keeps up, there’s no way we can go on the special mission.”
They would end up being annihilated. But Jhin didn’t say that out loud, out of consideration for the captain in front of him.
“I agree. We have two days before we need to go, so, Captain, let’s pass on today’s training. Jhin and I will do some research on astral crests.”
What Iska needed to find was a way to hide Mismis’s.
Would covering it with a skin-toned bandage work?
It might, but there was a chance she would be caught by the detection equipment that was sprinkled all over Imperial territory. Just as the Nebulis Sovereignty was wary of infiltration by the Imperial military, the Empire was similarly paranoid.
“Jhin and I will try to come up with something for the rest of today. Nene, you’ll chaperone the captain. Make sure no one sees the astral crest. Also, please try to refrain from taking a bath today, Captain. Someone might see it in the public bath. Just…be cautious.”
“O-okay!”
“Nene, sorry to ask you to take care of the captain. If you can, stick by her when she sleeps, too.”
“Leave it to me. I’ll sleep in her room.” Nene hugged her superior close. “You two be careful, too. If anything happens, I’ll drop you a line, but if we use our devices, anything we say will be recorded by headquarters.”
“We’ll talk about anything important in the barracks. Well, I think that’s it.” With that parting note, Iska left Nene and Captain Mismis.
Rushing to catch up with Jhin, who had started walking on ahead, Iska departed from the conference room.
3
The sun scorched the earth, searing the parched ground that hardened and cracked under its smoldering heat. Sparse weeds and trees dotted what had become a desert.
These were the features of the Vishada wastelands.
A single ATV sped through the yet-to-be-developed flat of land.
“It’s been a while since you’ve driven me anywhere, Iska.”
“And a long time since I’ve driven in general.” He looked out of the corner of his eye at Captain Mismis, who reclined in the passenger seat. “I’m kinda nervous, since we always leave the driving to Nene.”
“Yeah, I get what you mean. Especially with a cute girl like me sitting right next to you.”
“…Uh-huh, sure.”
If Jhin had been with them, he would have promptly retorted: A girl? You’re too old for that . That said, Mismis was actually on his mind.
…She’s not as pale as yesterday, and she’s talking a lot more.
…What a relief. I wonder if this drive is a good break from everything.
Spending time in the capital was getting a bit claustrophobic. When Nene suggested they go out for a bit, the two had decided to take a car ride, and they were steadily buffeted by the wind as they drove.
“You made sure your skin-toned bandage is on, right?”
“Yeah, it’s perfect! I’m amazed—I can’t even tell it’s there in the mirror!” Captain Mismis clapped a hand on her shoulder.
They had used medical tape as a concealer. The product was originally intended for covering up surgical scars left on the skin. It basically acted as a sticker that could hide wounds with one simple application.
“And it’s water-resistant, right?”
“You should be fine in the shower. Jhin found some good stuff—yours are really thin. I’m glad the color matches your skin.”
“…But there isn’t a way to deal with the astral energy, right?”
“Based on our experiments yesterday, there doesn’t seem to be any good options.”
Astral energy was something naturally emitted by astral mages. When Nene had tried approaching Mismis with a gauge, the needle reacted. Even if the astral crest’s glow could be hidden with tape, the actual energy was still readily apparent.
However, there was one exception.
“If we had the bandage of the ex-captain Shanorotte, then that might be possible.”
“I think that’s probably something the Sovereignty came up with…”
“Shanorotte Gregory was born and raised in the Nebulis Sovereignty.”
“All those times you Imperial scum have called us ‘witches’! All that time I had to hide my astral crest! You could never understand how I feel!”
Shanorotte was a spy from the Sovereignty who had pretended to be an Imperial soldier for nearly a decade. Though she had also been using a bandage to hide her astral crest, hers had been able to conceal her astral energy in its entirety.
…Captain Mismis is probably right. Whatever Shanorotte used was probably based on Sovereign research.
…They obviously have more astral-power research than we do.
Meanwhile, the Empire had prohibited research on astral energy, deeming it taboo.
On the other hand, the Paradise of Witches was naturally ahead in their advancements on astral energy compared to the rest of the world.
“Captain Mismis, are you sure you want to go to Ain?”
“Yeah, because—” The petite captain leaned back in the passenger seat. The wind rushed in through the window, whipping her bangs. Instead of her Imperial battle uniform, Mismis wore a long-sleeved shirt and pants. Though the clothes had been chosen to hide her astral crest, she also looked more mature than usual in this outfit, which covered most of her skin.
“—because it’s the only place I can be right now.”
If the fact that she was a witch was revealed anywhere within the Empire, the authorities would execute her. On the other hand, the Nebulis Sovereignty would think she was an Imperial spy.
She was unwanted and unneeded, leaving her in limbo when it came to deciding where she belonged in relation to the two largest countries in the world.
“I think I’ll feel more at ease in the neutral city. It’ll be fine even if they discover the astral crest… Sigh. Right. Maybe I’ll run off to a neutral city instead of turning myself in to the Empire for a life behind bars.”
“…”
It was just a self-deprecating joke. But even though he knew she wasn’t being serious, Iska couldn’t find it in him to reply.
…She’s not wrong.
…That’s the safest option for Captain Mismis to live out a peaceful life.
However, she wasn’t in a position to do that. Her parents were Imperial citizens, as were her friends. There was no way she would move outside the Empire so easily.
Most importantly, Iska knew that Mismis still wanted to continue being the captain of Unit 907.
“Captain?”
“Hmm?”
“Nene, Jhin, and I have all got your back. So keep your head held high, too.”
“…”
Silence—with the sound of the whipping wind.
“…Gosh.”
One tear welled up in her eye, blurring under her eyelid. The captain used the tip of her finger to brush it away.
“Don’t make me cry. You know that’s my soft spot.”
The neutral city came into view.
On the other side of the horizon, they caught sight of the city that rose out of the plains.
4
Rewinding to a century prior.
The Heavenly Empire was a state that was as formidable as a fortress. The superpower that the world commonly called the “Empire” possessed more than enough power to realize their hegemonic aspirations. They kept a full 60 percent of all the world’s countries as their vassal states. Many considered this the peak of their golden age.
But then the Empire came into contact with the Secret of the Celestial Body.
Astral power had surged out from the planet’s core, possessing humans and bestowing them with near-magical abilities that wouldn’t have been out of place in a storybook. Girls and women became witches , while boys and men were sorcerers .
The problem was that the abilities they gained were too powerful . Swathes of people had suddenly gained astral powers that surpassed even the capabilities of heavy weapons. The people of the Empire, who learned to fear this power, began to persecute any who had it.
On the other hand, those with astral power weren’t content to simply allow themselves to wallow in oppression.
The Founder Nebulis, accompanied by many of her allies, established the Nebulis Sovereignty, a new country that was meant to oppose the Empire from its inception.
On one side was the Empire, which was hell-bent on eradicating all witches and sorcerers.
On the other side was the Nebulis Sovereignty, which burned with a deep desire for vengeance.
The strife between the two superpowers showed no signs of dying down, even in the present day, a full century later.
“…And yet…”
Then there was the neutral city of Ain.
A girl looked over the plaza. As she stood with a parasol of thin cloth held above her, she looked inconceivably graceful and exuded a timeless elegance.
“Everything is at peace, filled with civilians who do not know the sound of gunshots and explosives. I’m jealous.”
Throughout the persistent conflict between the Empire and Nebulis Sovereignty that spanned a whole century, this was a city that hadn’t joined a side. The people who lived here were brimming with smiles and good energy.
“How lovely.” While appreciating the songs of street musicians, Alice closed her parasol.
“Lady Alice, don’t you want some shade?”
“I didn’t come here to take a stroll. A parasol would just get in the way if I’m trying to find someone, wouldn’t it?” She handed it over to her attendant, Rin.
…The sun is strong, but we can’t do anything about that.
…If I keep the parasol up, he might not notice me, either.
Looking around the plaza, she carefully observed the faces of the nearby tourists.
“Rin.”
“Yes?”
“It’s the third day. What’s the meaning of this?”
She wanted to see him.
Keeping that thought close, Alice had come all the way from the Sovereignty.
So what is the meaning of my target not making an appearance in this very city like he’s supposed to?!
“It was the same yesterday and the day before. I went to all that trouble to adjust my schedule to come. Why isn’t he here? I mean, before this, I would always catch sight of him by simply being in the same city.”
“Those were the exceptions.”
“…I know that.”
When Rin replied as though it was obvious, Alice pouted in disappointment.
She knew that.
Alice was a Sovereign princess and Iska was an Imperial soldier—two people born under completely different circumstances. The odds a pair like them would meet not one but two or three times were astronomically small.
…But that’s not the point.
…I feel like I’d be able to meet him again despite that. That’s why I came here, after all.
The string of fate that connected them hadn’t been broken yet.
Not even the vortex had managed that. They were linked by a destiny that couldn’t be severed by astral power, no matter how powerful. Alice believed that with everything she had.
“Rin, you agreed that I should come to the neutral city, right?”
“Yes. But there is a chance that the swordsman got caught in the vortex’s surge and per—”
“He’s alive.” Alice didn’t wait for Rin to finish talking as she shook her head. “Iska is alive. And we’re finally going to settle this.”
“…If you say so, Lady Alice.”
“Anyway, you helped me search for him yesterday and the day before, but let’s split up today. I’ll look for him ahead on the main road.”
“Understood. I will check around from the plaza to the entrance.”
“Call me over if you find him.”
Rin bowed politely while Alice started to walk away with purpose in every step.
Alice quickly shrank in the distance, pressing forward with speed. Even from behind, her figure framed by billowing hair was lovely. That most certainly was not only Rin’s personal opinion.
“In an ideal world, we would never come across that man again.” As she watched her dear mistress depart, Rin let out a weak sigh. “But I suppose Lady Alice won’t listen once her mind is set…”
This was unprecedented. For Alice to go so far and be so persistent about a single Imperial soldier…
Of course, Alice was aware that she was feared as the terrifying Ice Calamity Witch by the Imperial populace.
“I hate the Empire.”
“I’m going to defeat the Empire. I’m going to create a world where astral mages can live without worry.”
How many times had Rin heard her say those exact words?
Plus, that ambition was also Rin’s raison d’être. It had become her dream to unify the world by Alice’s side, serving as her right hand.
But…
“Iska is alive. And we’re finally going to settle this.”
Rin couldn’t help but feel like their goals were slowly diverging. Alice went from defeating the government to defeating Iska.
Moreover, Alice wasn’t insisting on this course of action because she despised Iska. It seemed almost as though she was betting her own dignity on her impending fight with him.
…You can’t keep doing this, Lady Alice.
…Someone as noble as you shouldn’t be concerning yourself with an Imperial soldier!
Alice might become queen one day, but a single Imperial soldier had swayed her heart this much already. That was inexcusable.
The Nebulis Sovereignty itself was no monolith. The other three Nebulis bloodlines with succession rights were constantly watching for a chance to seize the queen’s throne.
There was the Zoa family led by Lord Mask.
Though they never acted openly, the Hydra family would be maneuvering all the same.
On top of that, Alice’s own elder and younger sisters would be dedicating themselves to becoming more powerful and preparing themselves for the conclave, the consecration ceremony for the queen.
“Lady Alice, you cannot afford to be so obsessed about an Imperial soldier at a time like this. Right now, you should be gathering supporters and increasing your strength.”
That was exactly why Rin had to do it.
“I will be the one to end your connection with that Imperial swordsman.”
She made a resolution to take decisive action because of her ironclad loyalty to Alice, her mistress.
The attendant spoke as though she was trying to convince herself of that.
5
The arts were in full bloom.
The neutral cities accepted all variety of artisans, who generally despised the strife between the Empire and the Sovereignty, and had created an environment in which an untold amount of culture grew—including everything from painting to music.
And the city of Ain was the capital of opera.
The street musicians often played their songs as they pleased, regaling tourists who were happy to listen. Just laying eyes on the tranquil scene was incredibly soothing.
“I guess it’s also Alice’s favorite city…” Sitting on a bench covered by the shade to shelter from the sun, Iska watched the water fountain in the center of the plaza. “Are you doing all right, Captain?”
“…Huh?! H-huh…? Did I fall asleep?”
The captain sitting next to him opened her eyes abruptly.
After dozing off in her seat, she had started to encroach on Iska’s space. When she had slumped over, Iska had supported her before she could completely fall.
“I-I’m sorry about that! Did I do anything weird? U-um… I didn’t talk in my sleep, did I?!”
“Just a little. But it was mumbling, and I couldn’t make out a thing.”
She hadn’t slowly dozed off. She had suddenly lost consciousness; it was almost as though she had fainted, and it was actually worrying Iska quite a bit.
…Well, it seems like she didn’t sleep well yesterday, so it might be because of that.
…I’m glad she’s getting a chance to rest here.
Like Jhin had said, Mismis had taken two successive blows.
The first was her transformation into a witch.
The second was the special mission and its outrageous strategy. All the tension that had built up finally had a chance to vent now that she was outside Imperial territory.
“You can sleep for a little longer if you’d like. I’ll keep watch.”
“N-no way! That would be embarrassing. I’m a grown lady . I can’t go around carelessly letting men see what I look like when I’m asleep.”
“You say that, but I don’t think ladies normally go to the movies with a children’s ticket…”
“I mean, that’s something totally unavoidable. When I go to the ticket counter, the nice woman at the window is always like, Awww, what a cute kid , and decides on her own to give me the half-off ticket.”
A twenty-two-year-old who still went to the theaters at a kid’s price.
On the other hand, her “boobs and butt are definitely mature,” according to Nene. Mismis’s petite body seemed off-balance with her full-grown bust and hips, so it was within the realm of reason that someone might say she possessed a dangerous sensuality before they would dismiss her as just young .
“Yeah. I’m fully energized again!” Captain Mismis stood from the bench, turning her back to him as though hiding her embarrassment. “I’m going to take a walk to wake myself up. I’ll buy us something to drink while I’m out, so you sit tight here.”
She didn’t wait for his response as her small body sprang into action. She started off at a run.
Iska was left alone on the bench.
The plaza was bustling with families and couples, but most of them were gathered around the fountain. A few were cooling themselves off in the shade of the trees.
“It really was the right choice—bringing the captain along to get her out of the Empire.”
The idea had originally been Nene’s proposal. Jhin had nudged the captain into going when she hesitated. And Iska had been the one to take her out. The whole operation had been a team effort.
“Now that we’ve been able to address some of her sleep deprivation, next we’ll eat dinner here to cheer her up…and then I guess the rest happens after we get back to the capital.”
Jhin and Nene were currently preoccupied with other activities.
The two absentees were researching possible ways to contain Captain Mismis’s astral power. The special-mission training would take place in two days. If they couldn’t find a solution to the astral-crest issue within that time, even participating in the mission would be incredibly dangerous.
“So…we’re supposed to infiltrate the Sovereignty and capture the queen.”
Capturing a purebred had been a goal imposed upon Iska from the start.
If he was successful, the achievement would be a stepping-stone toward the overambitious goal of obtaining peace negotiations.
The purebreds were the royal family of Nebulis. If he could capture even one of them, the possibility that the Sovereignty would come to the table for peace talks with the Empire became far more likely.
But capturing the current Nebulis queen was too extreme.
…Just try capturing her.
…There’s no chance that the Empire—and those Eight Great Apostles in particular—would release the queen.
The war would intensify. The Sovereignty would probably dedicate all its military force in attempts to reclaim her.
The ensuing warfare would make all the previous battles look like child’s play, resulting in a bloodbath that wouldn’t end until both countries were ruined.
“Argh, damn it. That’s what I thought you would do, you Apostles…!”
“We understand that you wish for peace.”
They obviously did understand, but they also clearly had no intention of steering things in that direction—not those Eight Great Apostles.
It wasn’t just the upper stratum of the Empire that thought that way. The Nebulis Sovereignty was exactly the same. The fiery thirst for revenge that had lasted for a century still burned within their nation.
“……But I already knew that.” Iska turned toward the skies while still sitting on the bench. “None of this is easy. It’ll be a thorny road.”
How would they hide the captain’s transformation into a witch?
If they failed to carry out the special mission they’d been handed by the Eight Great Apostles, they wouldn’t come back alive.
On the other hand, if they managed to accomplish all of their mission objectives by some insane stroke of luck and actually captured the Nebulis queen, nothing short of the worst possible future would be waiting for them.
Regardless of the results of the upcoming mission, the tomorrow that Iska wished for didn’t seem to exist.
“…Or maybe I’m just overthinking this.”
He had to be composed.
It was possible he was being too pessimistic. After all, he had managed to survive fighting directly against the Founder Nebulis, even though it was a close call.
The situation changed moment by moment. In such uncertain times, he was sure the most important thing was to continue upholding his beliefs.
“Because that was true even when I fought Alice…”
“Capture me—if you can.”
“You can also eliminate me as you please. You would achieve a step forward in unifying the world, Alice.”
They were enemies on the battlefield. It was impossible for them to peacefully coexist—as with fire and ice. They had each confirmed that for themselves.
But at that time, in that moment, he had felt like he had come to a mutual understanding. That was because, rather than looking down on each other’s dreams, they had acknowledged them and decided to clash head-on.
Theirs was a battlefield just for the two of them.
The victor would gain the right to reform the world.
…There were no obligations—no Eight Great Apostles or headquarters.
…If settling things with Alice means settling things with the Sovereignty, I wonder just how invigorating that would feel.
But it wasn’t as though that was realistic.
Something as convenient as that wouldn’t simply appear on its own…
“Phew. It’s hot. I wonder if handing off my parasol to Rin was a mistake.”
A girl stumbled over into the shade at that very moment.
“I can’t believe I’ve been walking around this whole time. My legs feel like lead. I don’t want to think about how Iska might not be here after I searched so hard… Were our meetings up until now really only by chance?”
She was a girl with golden hair, and her ruby eyes had a dignified luster to them. Her healthy red lips were supple and rounded out her shapely face. The dress she wore showed off the outline of her busty and slender physique underneath.
She walked up to him. “Excuse me, would you allow me to share this bench with you?”
“…Alice?”
“Huh?” She scrutinized his face from top to bottom as he sat perched on the bench. It seemed she hadn’t recognized him because of the blinding sunlight.
He had to wait only a few seconds.
“Iskaaaaaaaaa?!” The golden-haired girl raised a shout that echoed throughout the plaza.
At first, she looked surprised. However, steadily, her expression became brighter and brighter as though her face was clearing up right before his eyes.
“I’ve found you!”
“…Huh? Found me? It wasn’t like I was hiding from you.”
“No, you don’t understand! You have no idea how much I’ve been looking for you over the past three days. Listen and be amazed!”
“You were looking for me?”
“……Oh.” Alice froze with her finger pointed at him.
She went silent for a while. She retracted her finger, looking slightly embarrassed.
“Never mind.”
“Really?”
“R-really! More importantly… Uh, ummm… Ugh, there were a ton of things I had to say to you, but I can’t remember any of them anymore!”
That’s my line—
Subtly enough to keep Alice from noticing, Iska held a hand to his chest. He was worried that if he didn’t, his thumping heart would have been audible even to her.
Why had his body frozen in nervousness?
…I think I felt this way when we first met.
…Maybe it’s because we haven’t seen each other since we were blown out of the vortex?
Neither of them had any way of knowing what had become of the other.
Perhaps that was why it felt like they hadn’t met in ages.
“…Oh, and…”
Iska found that he suddenly couldn’t think of a conversation topic. As he hesitated, his eyes swam around before eventually landing on his bench.
It was a three-seater. Because Iska sat alone, two of the spots were empty.
“Do you want to sit?”
Alice had probably been walking down the main road for quite some time before finally reaching the cool area of the plaza. Her cheeks were flushed and warm.
“…No. You and I are enemies. Us sitting on the same bench. If Rin were here to see it, she’d be livid.”
“Then I’ll stand.”
“Wha—?!”
He stood up in front of her as her mouth hung half-open.
Please help yourself. Indicating the open seat of the bench, he nodded slightly.
…Even if we’re enemies, this is a neutral city.
…It just wouldn’t sit right with me to keep an exhausted girl standing this whole time.
“W-wait a moment! I got it. I don’t want you to be overly conscious or anything. I want us to be equals… I’ll sit here, and you sit there.” Alice gracefully took a seat, then indicated with her eyes that Iska should do the same. “There shouldn’t be a problem anymore, right?”
“…Okay.” Iska returned to his side of the bench.
With an open seat between them, they both watched the plaza fountain.
“…”
“…”
“…I’m relieved. I haven’t seen you since back then.” Alice spoke in a whisper that almost melted into the breeze, swept away by the winds that fluttered between them.
Her voice was barely there.
Iska probably had caught it only because he was in the path of the wind.
“You weren’t injured too badly, right?” This time, her tone was stronger, speaking with the intention of being heard. “I still haven’t settled things with you. If you injured yourself so badly that it would take you a year to recover, that would be a problem.”
“Of course not. What about you, Alice? It seemed like you were blown pretty far away.”
“Me? Y-you can see that for yourself!” She might have been happy that he was worried about her as she puffed out her chest with new vigor. “But how odd. I didn’t expect you to be here.”
“Odd?”
He had already met her here several times before. It wasn’t as though it was unusual for him to be in the neutral city.
“It’s odd that you’re sitting on this bench at this plaza.”
“…Oh. Now that you mention it…” When Alice pointed it out, he finally realized something.
She had stumbled upon him while he was taking a break on a random bench. From Iska’s point of view, it was almost like him finding the Saint Disciple Nameless taking five here. It really is unbelievable. Would a Saint Disciple, whose pride was their boundless stamina, really require a rest after doing nothing but wandering around the city streets?
“But you didn’t sit down to take a break because you were tired, right?”
“……”
“Are you not allowed to tell me?”
“No, I was just lost in thought.”
The back of the bench was made from panels of wood. He looked up at the leaves and branches of the tree as the sunlight streamed down from them.
“A lot of things happened after that battle at the vortex. I haven’t been sure what I should do next this whole time…even today.”
“I wonder if it could be because of a classified Imperial operation?”
“There’s that, too. I can’t tell you what it’s about, though.”
“I know that. I wasn’t thinking of asking you about it.” She nodded along without deceit.
Alice let a bittersweet smile slip through but didn’t pry any further, which was exactly what Iska thought she would do.
“Then can I ask you another question?”
“What?”
“You said, ‘There’s that, too .’ It made it seem like there wasn’t just one thing to be worried about.”
“…”
One of his worries was about the special mission. But on top of that, the other concern was regarding the captain.
…I haven’t even thought about it.
…What would happen if Alice found out that Captain Mismis has become an astral mage?
How would the princess and astral mage respond if she found out an Imperial soldier had astral power? Iska genuinely couldn’t think of an answer. Though, of course, that was a secret he absolutely could not reveal.
“Well, it at least doesn’t have anything to do with an operation.”
“Oh, then I wonder what it could be?”
Alice let her politely perched posture crumble and turned toward him.
Her expression was pleasant, but her eyes glittered with inquisitiveness that gave away how incredibly curious she was.
“What is it? Why don’t you tell me? Are you really such a worrywart? If it’s not about an operation, then you can tell me, can’t you?”
“…I obviously can’t.”
“It’s all right. I can keep a secret. If it’s really that important, I won’t tell anyone except Rin.”
“Then you’re no good at keeping secrets at all!”
This is bad. Though she was the princess of the second-largest country in the world, she was also a seventeen-year-old, which placed her right at the age where she lived for gossip and rumors.
“But now I’m even more curious. It’ll just be between the two of us.”
“Even though we’re enemies?”
“We are, but we have a truce here.”
She was probably doing it subconsciously—leaning toward him from her seat. Alice closed the distance between them and looked at him with upturned eyes…
“Please?”
“Lady Alice.”
“Eeeep?!” The golden-haired girl sprang up, whipping around to face the brown-haired girl who had soundlessly snuck up behind her. “R-Rin?! Th-this isn’t what you think! Nothing’s going on!”
“…If there was nothing going on, then why would you be getting close to him?”
“It’s Iska’s fault!”
“Why would it be my fault?!” Iska jumped to his feet as Alice pointed at him.
He recognized Alice’s attendant—Rin, if he remembered correctly. Unlike Alice, who had jumped into the vortex, Iska hadn’t come across Rin at Mudor Canyon. In fact, he hadn’t seen her face in weeks.
“…So you survived, Imperial swordsman.” The attendant showed obvious scorn on her face. Her enmity, which she did nothing to try to hide, was a natural reaction given his identity.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. Lady Alice, I was looking for you. You were walking without your parasol, after all, so I thought you would be resting somewhere. This is quite the perfect spot, isn’t it?”
Rin pulled cans of juice out of the bag in her left hand.
Iska assumed there were probably two—one for her and one for Alice—but just then, the attendant pushed the second into Iska’s chest.
“…Here.”
“Uh?”
“For you. Think of it as an act of generosity from Lady Alice.”
The girl seemed indignant. Though she gripped the can as though she was holding a knife, it seemed that her intention really was to give it to him.
“H-hurry up and take it.”
“…Thank you.” The chilled can felt good against his hot palm.
“Well, now. Someone’s thoughtful.”
“I am not in the habit of lending a hand to an enemy, but considering where we are, it’s only proper…”
Alice immediately started to drink her juice. Following suit, Iska opened his drink and took a sip, letting its tart fragrance tickle his nose.
“Is this apple juice? It smells different.”
“Lemon apple. Don’t you have any in the Empire?”
“I don’t think I’ve heard of it before. Though I don’t really know much about fruit in general.” He drank the juice as he turned to his thoughts.
…Come to think of it, Captain Mismis has been out for a while.
…She hasn’t been back since she said she’d go on a walk.
What came to Iska’s mind was the face of his childish captain. She was late. Had something happened?
Maybe someone had discovered the astral crest on her left arm, and there had been a commotion.
Or the astral power possessing her had gone berserk, causing her powers to activate and draw the attention of the city guards.
He couldn’t say that either was impossible with the captain’s present state.
“Iska?”
“Hmm?”
“You were worrying again just now, weren’t you? You looked like you were lost in thought.”
Alice, who had already finished her juice, was staring at him.
“C’mon—what are you so anxious about?”
“…It’s a secret.”
“But it hasn’t got anything to do with the operation. You can tell me, can’t you?”
“You know, even I should be allowed to have a secret or—”
—two. He hadn’t been able to say the last word of the sentence.
…Huh?
…What’s going on?
He couldn’t move his body. His knees had slackened, collapsing, and he only managed to keep himself from falling over by sitting on the bench in a panic.
But that was all he could do.
He couldn’t stand. He couldn’t even look up at the two girls with him.
“Iska? Iska, what’s wrong?”
“……”
Clunk. The can slipped from his hand and tumbled onto the ground.
His head went white…
And with that, Iska crumpled onto the bench, losing consciousness.
6
It had been poisoned.
There were two reasons why the Successor of the Black Steel hadn’t noticed the minuscule amount the drink had been laced with.
First, he had already been preoccupied by worries about his superior. When he had encountered a strange flavor, poison wasn’t the first thing that crossed his mind.
And the second was because he didn’t believe Alice would attempt something so despicable. He trusted her.
However, Iska had misjudged the entire situation.
For it hadn’t been Alice who had plotted to poison the juice but Alice’s attendant, Rin.
“Iska? Iska, what’s the matter with you?!”
The young boy had collapsed sideways on the bench, immobile.
His eyes were closed, and he did not so much as twitch. Even from Alice’s perspective, his behavior was obviously strange.
…What?
…What in the world has happened?!
He didn’t respond even when she shook him.
Since he was letting out shallow breaths, he couldn’t be dead. But how could it be normal for the greatest swordsman in the Empire to suddenly collapse?
“Lady Alice, I apologize…” Rin spoke as though dumbfounded, eyes darting around in fear.
“What?”
“…I poisoned him. I mixed a sedative into his drink.”
“You did what ?!”
This wasn’t something Alice had ordered. Why would Rin do that voluntarily? If they were anywhere else, Alice would have reprimanded her for acting out of line, but she stopped herself from doing that in public.
“I-it’s not what you think, Lady Alice…!” Rin shook her head vigorously.
Okay, so she mixed poison into the juice, which she just confessed to. Why does she still look so unnerved?
“Explain yourself.”
“I thought that he would never drink something so obviously laced with poison. I mean, I used something that was a touch sour—which he noticed.”
“Is this apple juice? It smells different.”
Now that Rin mentioned it, Alice recalled that Iska had made a comment to that effect, even though it had totally gone over her head in that moment.
“I didn’t think he’d willingly drink something I had offered in the first place.”
“…Then why poison it?”
“To convince him that the Sovereignty tried to poison him—I thought that would be reason enough.” Rin cast her gaze down at the boy lying in a crumpled heap. “I won’t hide anything else from you. I figured this swordsman would realize you were a force to be reckoned with if he thought we tried to poison him. And that would give him pause before he chatted with you or met up with you again in the neutral city.”
“What?! Rin, you…!”
“All I wanted was to end this strange relationship. Lady Alice, you might become the queen of our country one day.”
“……”
“You can’t be wasting time on a random Imperial foot soldier. While you’re traveling out of the country, those eyeing the conclave are already building up their forces.”
Alice had nothing to say to that.
Her attendant had spoken the irrefutable truth to the one vying for the throne. The internal struggle within the Sovereignty was just that bitter.
Even within the House of Lou, which shared the bloodline of the current queen, Alice had to contend with her older sister, Elletear; her younger sister, Sisbell; on top of two other bloodlines as well…
“The planet is filled with rage.”
“It wants us to use astral power to destroy the Empire. The current queen is too soft in her policy.”
There was Lord Mask of the House of Zoa.
And also the House of Hydra, though they didn’t act in any discernible way.
In order to become queen, she had to become the representative among the three Lou sisters and then win in the conclave against the Zoa and Hydra houses.
“I never thought he’d actually fall for it…” Even though she’d been the one to lay the trap in the first place, Rin peered down in shock at the sleeping boy. “Also, it’s starting to grate on my nerves that he’s sleeping like a baby.”
“Yes. He’s fast asleep. It’s almost palpable how confident he is that he’ll be okay…”
The boy lay on his side atop the bench.
Was it because the sedative was strong? Or was this a sign of his hubris?
The sight of his peaceful slumber was enough to lessen Alice’s and Rin’s aggravation. It almost made them wonder if he was just pretending to be asleep.
“…This was a miscalculation on my part. If I knew this would be the case, I would have used something lethal.”
“Rin.” Alice warned her attendant for saying the unthinkable.
…Ugh, seriously!
…From Iska’s perspective, it’ll look like I was the one who poisoned him.
Thankfully, it had just been a sedative. But how was she going to apologize to him when he woke up? Would he even forgive her?
“Lady Alice, you have no need to concern yourself with this.”
“No, Rin, that’s not the issue. I…”
She knew it, even without Rin saying it out loud.
“Ever since we ran into each other in the neutral city, something weird has been building up in my chest…”
“…I know this feeling makes me a failure of a princess. I came here intending to end all that.”
Alice felt special feelings for him. She was willing to acknowledge that—even though she couldn’t quite put a finger on her emotions, which compelled her ever since their first meeting in the neutral city.
The whole time that she had been at the royal palace, even when she ate her meals or prepared for bed at night, Iska’s voice and silhouette never left her mind. Alice knew that as long as she intended to continue being a princess, this haze did her no favors. She needed to settle things with him in order to clear it all away.
And yet…
“Ugh, seriously? How could you do this to me, Rin? How can I let things end like this?!”
“There is only one thing left to do.”
“What?”
“We’ll take him with us.” Rin hoisted up his body. Of course, carrying a taller man was a breeze for her. But there was another issue at hand.
“Wh-what do you think you’re doing?! Wait, Rin. W-we’re taking him? …But where?!”
“To the Sovereignty. A former Saint Disciple will make a valuable prisoner.”
Alice finally understood what it meant when people said they doubted their ears.
While it was true that they poisoned Iska in a neutral city…attempting to kidnap him seemed something else altogether.
“No one will pay us any mind. We’re just taking care of a friend after he had a good time and exhausted himself. No one will even think twice.”
As long as they didn’t get caught, there would be no problems. If there were no witnesses in the neutral city, it wouldn’t look like the Sovereignty had any hand in this. Alice certainly understood Rin’s thought process.
However, she couldn’t overlook that as a princess of the Sovereignty.
“Are you serious?! You can’t! The neutral city won’t forgive us for doing this!”
“But it’s already been done.” Rin started walking with Iska in tow.
“That’s not true. If we take him to the Sovereignty…”
There would be torture, then life imprisonment.
It wouldn’t even be odd to think a former Saint Disciple would be considered too dangerous to keep in captivity and executed.
…No. I can’t allow that.
…I won’t accept that this is how our connection ends!
“Rin, we can’t do this. That’s an order! We can’t take him to the Sovereignty, especially not to the central state! Just think about it. If Iska breaks out, it’ll be a catastrophe. The royal palace would be right there.”
Alice’s mind was spinning as she desperately thought of reasons not to cooperate.
“If Iska goes on a rampage there, it’ll be a disaster. Right?”
“…Understood.” Rin stopped in her tracks with the boy still in her arms. “Then we will go to the thirteenth state, Alcatroz—a commonwealth of the Sovereignty that’s closest to this place.”
“Alcatroz?”
“Yes. It’s the best place to keep watch over him.”
What exactly did Rin mean by that?
As a princess, Alice immediately understood what her attendant had in mind.
But was that fine? Uncertainty lingered over her. Was it really the best idea to spirit Iska away from this place?
…I still have time. I need to hold out.
… As long as there are no witnesses who saw the Sovereignty catch an Imperial soldier in a trap, I can still fix things.
She would wait until Iska was awake and apologize—to totally erase what had happened.
But Alice’s calculations collapsed moments later…
“…Iska?”
She recognized this adorable voice and heard the crinkled thud of a shopping bag hitting the ground.
“—?!” Alice whipped around to find an Imperial soldier who was in the middle of strolling over from the fountain toward their shaded bench.
It was Captain Mismis.
There is a witness.
In an instant, Alice prepared herself to cross a bridge of no return. After seeing Iska in Rin’s arms, Mismis must have immediately pieced together the situation.
An Imperial soldier, tricked by a Sovereign princess. Has he been…poisoned?
Even if they left him behind, word would spread that the Sovereignty had committed a crime in a neutral city—anything less was unthinkable now that there was a witness.
“Wha—? Iska—”
“Don’t make a scene!” she barked—sternly but quietly enough that her voice wouldn’t carry across the plaza. From the intensity of the command, Mismis’s foot froze in place, stopping her from advancing any farther.
…This isn’t what it looks like. I didn’t intend for this to happen.
…But because you’re here, I can’t turn back anymore.
Of course, Alice didn’t let any of these emotions reach her face. With Mismis in front of her, she couldn’t afford to show any weakness as a princess.
“This swordsman is an enemy to the Sovereignty,” Alice managed to choke out to the dazed captain, biting down on the inside of her cheek all the while. “We will be taking him.”
“………”
“We’re heading to the thirteenth state of the Sovereignty, Alcatroz, with him as our prisoner. The conditions of his release will be discussed at a later time. You are to stand by for further communication.”
“…I……” Mismis’s expression became taut.
Her subordinate was being taken hostage before her very eyes—and in a neutral city, no less. Forgive them? Impossible. Alice knew that, almost to a painful degree.
“I’ll promise you this. His life is—”
“You cowards !”
The dam burst.
In a suppressed voice, her youthful face red and swollen, the petite captain screamed.
“What did you do to Iska?! You knew the rules of this place and still dared to act so brazenly. Is that the way witches do things?!”
“…I have no obligation to speak to you.”
What could Alice possibly offer as an explanation, other than her true intentions?
The issue left was how to move forward. She needed to think of how to deal with Iska now that she had officially taken him hostage. Alice’s and Rin’s skin broke out in goose bumps from what was unfolding.
“Giiiiiiiiive Iska baaaaaack!”
It was a shimmer of astral power.
A fluorescent green glow flowed out of the captain’s left arm as she shouted through her tears. The light was so bright that the fabric of her jacket couldn’t hide it; Alice and Rin had seen this exact light a few days prior…when they had been at the vortex.
Alice knew that Iska and the captain had plummeted into its opening.
…The vortex dried up.
…Lord Mask assumed the astral power returned to the planet’s core.
But he had been mistaken.
The light glowing from this captain’s arm clearly said otherwise.
“It can’t be—”
The light intensified, a sign of an imminent astral attack.
This is bad. There was no mistaking that this captain had been bestowed with this power. Not that she could be called a mage yet. There was no way she knew how to properly control it.
But her roiling emotions could still cause her latent astral power to run wild.
“Freeze!”
“—Gh.”
Alice managed to ice over the captain’s ankle, causing her to fall to the ground, immobilized. The ice would melt soon enough, and as long as her frozen ankle remained tucked among the blades of grass, not a soul in the plaza would notice what had happened.
“…I did that out of the kindness of my heart—a gift from me to you, newly minted astral mage.”
That hadn’t been a defensive measure. Alice had used her astral power out of concern for Mismis.
“I don’t know what type of astral power you have, but if you accidentally launched an attack, you would have been breaking the rules of the neutral city.”
“…”
“Rin, let’s go.”
Alice spun on her heel, pivoting away from the crumpled captain, and started on her way—chewing her lip as she went.
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