CHAPTER 1
Night of the Witch Hunt, Part I
1
The Nebulis palace.
Home to the Founder’s descendants, it prided itself on an impregnable defense that the Imperial forces had failed to get past.
The Planetary Stronghold was constructed by crystallized astral power that had been summoned by ancient techniques. Nestled by the jet-black night sky, it towered over the earth like a luminous coral reef.
The castle was up in flames.
Billowing under the wind, embers settled on the lawn and set it ablaze. The flames lapping at the outer walls of the castle were only getting stronger, showing no signs of dying down any time soon.
“Rin! Hurry!”
And now…Moon Diadem, the suspended corridor connecting the palace towers, exploded as Alice looked on from the window of Cadillac One.
“…How can this be happening?”
Hundreds of tons of rubble came crashing down from the sky. If there had been astral corps in its trajectory, the casualties sustained would have been incalculable.
“Please don’t worry, Lady Alice. We knew that would happen,” Rin answered, gripping the steering wheel from her position in the driver’s seat. “The midair corridor was designed to detach from other towers, a mechanism to prevent anyone from reaching the Queen’s Palace in the event of an Imperial raid. The castle’s defenses are working properly. This is good news.”
“……”
But, Rin, isn’t that the same as a lizard severing its tail to use as a decoy? Alice mentally questioned. It was sacrifice for survival’s sake. Wasn’t this the same thing as signaling to the Imperial forces that they had the mages cornered?
“These flames are the real problem. Could the Imperial troops have opened fire on the fuel tanks tucked away…?” Rin gritted her back teeth.
Crack. At that moment, a small hole bored through the windshield of Cadillac One.
Was it a sniper? If they were shooting this car using specialized bullets, that had to mean…
“Rin, get out!”
Alice opened the door of the back seat, flinging herself out of the vehicle. Rin evacuated the driver’s seat. As they rolled across the dark lawn, a firebomb hit the car, which instantly burst into flames.
“I knew it. They’re taking cover in the night to shoot at us!”
“Lady Alice, I’ll go first. We don’t know how many Imperial soldiers are on the grounds! Please watch out for stray bullets!”
As hellfire crackled all around them, Rin sprinted farther into the premises. Alice followed, heading to the Queen’s Palace—the tower housing her mother, Queen Nebulis IIX.
“Lady Alice! You’re alive!” Members of the astral corps turned to look at her.
Illuminated by the raging flames, Alice’s royal dress—pure white in color—was so beautiful that they momentarily forgot it was her battle uniform. It also screamed her presence. Uniquely crafted for direct descendants of Nebulis, this outfit had been made so her subjects could recognize her at a glance.
“Fill me in on the situation,” Alice ordered.
“Yes, ma’am! We’ve been concentrating on protecting the Queen’s Palace. We’ve helped all civilians evacuate the towers into the underground shelters.”
“Any attacks on the bunkers?”
“None to note. The stationed astral corps are guarding them. Based on reports, the mercenaries from the Hydra have come to serve as reinforcements.”
“…I’ll make sure to thank Lord Talisman.”
That left two other concerns: guaranteeing the queen’s safety and containing the spreading fire. Left unattended, the flames could cause injury outside the palace grounds.
“Please hurry to Her Majesty, the queen!” Several astral corps members ran toward her, out of breath. “We’ll take care of—”
“Stop!” Alice screamed.
Exploding beside them was a mass of fire—too large to view its full magnitude. It engulfed the astral corps. Alice’s powers had automatically activated as soon as she sensed the explosion. All she could manage was a wall made from a thin film of ice, only a fraction of an inch thick.
“Uh… Ack!”
“Are you all—?!”
Blowing through the ice wall, the wind blasted across the astral corps. Even their heat-resistant uniforms could not absorb the impact. Alice didn’t act fast enough to cover for them. Her subordinates collapsed to the ground, their backs badly burned.
“Lady Alice, are you all right?!” Rin asked.
“Don’t worry about me! Worry about these four… We need medics! Where are the medics?! Over here!” Alice shouted.
She knew the brutal truth, however. Medics were never going to come. Collapsed all over the palace grounds were members of the astral corps.
“Rin! Create a golem. Take these four to the underground shelter in the House of Lou. Doctors should be on standby there. I’ll wait here.”
“Wh-what?! But, Lady Alice—,” Rin stammered.
Their objective was to head to the Queen’s Palace. That would require leaving the collapsed soldiers.
“I’m thinking clearly… I’m trying to, at least.” Alice ground her teeth, slowly shaking her head. “My mother has her own guards. The Queen’s Palace has perfect defenses, so the worst causalities will be on the palace grounds.”
“…”
“Come back within fifteen minutes. In the meantime, I’ll work on extinguishing the flames.”
“As you wish.” Rin bowed. The ground behind her rose, bringing life to a gigantic golem that cradled the wounded soldiers. “I intend to come back in precisely fifteen minutes, but I expect there to be Imperial soldiers in my path. If I’m late by even a minute, please head to the Queen’s Palace, Lady Alice.”
Rin and her golem ran into the night, embers trailing after them.
Fifteen minutes.
That should be fine, Alice told herself as she breathed out.
…It’ll be fine. I know this is the right choice.
…Even a Saint Disciple won’t be able to get all the way into the Queen’s Palace in this span.
Not even Iska. Not even Nameless. Alice knew that Saint Disciples were elite soldiers to be feared, but the palace was a living labyrinth created by astral powers. Without knowing how the tower was constructed, it was impossible to reach the Queen’s Space.
“Astral corps, listen closely!” Alice strained her voice, trying to talk over the crackling inferno. “I’ll contain the fire here using my astral power. Things are going to get dangerous. Retreat behind me immediately!”
She would remain on the grounds and prioritize extinguishing the flames.
…At this time, Alice didn’t know that she would come to regret that choice.
2
Nebulis Sovereignty. Central state.
The countryside was quaint and woodsy. Outside the city, snowy vales stretched toward the distant horizon. This area housed a villa owned by Queen Nebulis IIX from the House of Lou. The Lou Erz mansion.
The ivory castle stood on a plot of land that stretched as far as the eye could see. No renovations had been made to its exterior, but the automatic door equipped with surveillance devices was just one of many state-of-the-art technologies that had replaced the interior of the building.
The castle had started to crumble.
The ceiling of the main hall on the first floor had caved in, its four walls pockmarked with holes. The second floor was in an even worse state. Intermittent gunfire echoed down the corridors.
“They found us again…! Boss! Nene! This way!” yelled Jhin, the silver-haired sniper, in between gunshots at the two members from Unit 907. He was clutching the hand of the girl who huddled close to his side.
“Eeeek!”
“We’re getting out of here. Where’s our next hiding spot?”
“I-in the back!” Holding his hand, Sisbell started to scramble forward.
A girl with big doe eyes and glossy strawberry-blond hair. She looked cute with the faint glow on her cheeks and lips, though she seemed visibly nervous.
She must have been fourteen—maybe fifteen. He didn’t know her actual age. As an Imperial soldier, Jhin had no use for that information. He’d just been tasked to protect her. Plus, she was a witch. Had this been a battlefield, he would have turned his gun on her…
This was an exception. They had made a trade—guarding her in return for something that benefited them.
“We agreed to take her to the palace in exchange for getting those self-adhesives to hide astral crests for the boss… I knew it would be risky but not life-threateningly risky.”
“D-did you say something?!”
“Nothin’. You keep your head down and run. You get hit with one of those stray bullets, and you’ll be in more pain than you thought possible,” Jhin said as Sisbell ran beside him.
Their enemies were the astral corps from the Hydra, who were disguised as Imperial soldiers. Secretly organizing a coup against the queen, the Hydra had tried to silence Sisbell before she could reveal the truth using Illumination.
The assailants had attacked the residence, which landed Unit 907 in their current predicament.
“Hey! Can’t you do something using your astral power? Like blast them away or whatever?”
“I wouldn’t have hired guards if I could!”
“Then what about the servants?”
“The chefs and gardeners can’t really fight. The servants might be able to defend themselves. If they don’t hide, we’ll have more casualties!” Sisbell practically yelled back.
They were obviously at a disadvantage in terms of firepower. The enemies pursuing them down the hallway were astral mages equipped with gear for Imperial troops. On the other hand, Jhin and the others were only carrying enough weapons for self-defense.
“D-don’t you have a gun?!”
“It’s for sniping. I haven’t got the time to set it up for a melee in a mansion. Besides, I don’t have enough ammo. I won’t be able to take out all of them.”
If he were going to train his scope on anyone, it’d be the enemy leader. In other words, he would have needed to snipe Talisman, the head of household, but Iska was holding that man back on the first floor. Right now, Jhin needed to focus on the safety of his ward, Sisbell.
“I guess we’re going to be playing tag for a while.”
“Oh…i-if we’re just running, my astral power might be able to buy us some time.”
“Really?”
“Only once. It’s a bluff, so there will be no second chances.” Sisbell put her hand to her chest and swung around to face behind, turning to the assailants after them. “—Planet, please show me your past.”
The crest on her chest glowed with astral energy, its light manifesting an elaborate three-dimensional illusion that blocked the assassins. The mirage had produced an Imperial unit with over a dozen soldiers.
“What?!” The assassins immediately switched into a battle stance. Instantly, they registered the possibility that Imperial soldiers other than Unit 907 had been lurking in the mansion.
They failed to realize these troops were their own disguised selves.
“Tsk! I thought the report only mentioned four Imperial soldiers…”
“So there were more in hiding!”
They opened fire. The spray of bullets passed through the hologram. Right as the assassins realized this was Sisbell’s doing, Jhin and the others ducked into the shadows of the stairs.
“Hey, boss! How are they looking?”
“I—I think we’re fine. They’ve lost track of us…!” Commander Mismis listened for the sound of footsteps.
Next to her, Sisbell sat on the floor, panting. “Haah… Haah… Wh-what do you think? I tricked them.”
“Can your astral power create hallucinations, too?”
“That was no hallucination. I just reproduced their raid, which occurred in this residence just a few minutes ago.” Sisbell wiped away beads of sweat. “No one from the Sovereignty could keep their composure if armed Imperial soldiers appeared before them—in gear from the Empire, no less. That must have temporarily startled them.”
“I see. That explains why you can’t use that trick twice. They wouldn’t fall for it a second time.” Jhin glared at the landing of the stairs. They were on the second floor of the old castle. The head of the Hydra was on the first floor, stymied by Iska. Sisbell’s room was on the third floor, but assassins would be waiting for her there.
“If we don’t get out of here, we’re going to be surrounded. You got any ideas for places we could jump out from on the second floor?”
“Uh… Wa…wa…ait.”
“Oh. Yeah, don’t talk. We’ll buy time here until they find us.”
She was in a state of shock. They’d been chased at gunpoint, after all. On top of that, this was her vacation home, and her enemy was another member of the royal family. She was taking things well, all things considered.
“But you’ll never catch me praising a witch.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Just keep quiet and listen to me. Shake your head when you want to say no.”
“—”
“Let me confirm the situation. You’re their target—that’s obvious. Your pursuers are the House of Hydra, who are critical of the queen’s bloodline. You’re being pursued for your astral power, right?”
Illumination could reproduce the past in three dimensions, which meant Sisbell could expose heinous crimes by re-creating the scene. Her power was ideal for analyzing information and gathering proof of wrongdoings.
That was why she was their target. She was being hunted by the masterminds behind the plot to assassinate the queen.
“And the name of the sketchy guy engaging with Iska is…Talisman, right? He’s basically acknowledged that he’s the one behind the whole thing.”
“Lord Talisman?! Was it really you…?!”
“This was necessary. We require the Empire’s power to reach the planet’s core.”
The head of the Hydra, Talisman. The man responsible for attacking this mansion had taken Jhin’s interrogation with a smile. Had his collusion with the Empire been exposed, he wouldn’t have just been labeled a traitor; he would have certainly been kicked out of the family. There must have been a reason why he had seemed so unperturbed.
“The success of his scheme relies on one thing: getting you out of the picture to obstruct the truth about the assassination from coming to the forefront. He needs to convince the people that Imperial soldiers were responsible for attacking this mansion and kidnapping you. And no one would doubt him; after all, actual Imperial forces are raiding the royal palace as we speak.”
That was right. An attack orchestrated by the Hydra had commenced on the palace, which was located far from this villa.
“And there’s another person in this picture: your sister Elletear. We only have circumstantial evidence regarding her involvement, so we’ll try to prove that later. Either way, she’s not in the mansion at the moment.”
“…Right.”
“I’m going to say this just to be clear: We’re Imperial subjects. It’s completely normal for us to attack an enemy country—we’ve been at war for a hundred years, after all—so we don’t give a damn what happens to your palace.”
“…I understand.”
“But we’ll protect you,” he told the girl whose large eyes darted around, uneasy.
Silently, Jhin motioned at her to get on her feet.
“I don’t care if our soldiers are attacking or if you’re an enemy witch. We’re escorting you to the palace, so stop looking so mopey.”
“Wh-who do you think you’re calling mopey?!” Sisbell snapped, standing up. “A-and you’re rude yourself!”
“If you have enough brainpower to talk back, you need to get your head into gear. The most important thing is getting out of here. I’m not picky. So tell me: Which second-floor window can we jump out of?”
The net was slowly closing in around them. Their only way of escape was outside. They wouldn’t draw attention to themselves if they jumped into the gardens under the veil of night. If they made it to the city, the assassins wouldn’t be able to catch them.
“They’re dressed like Imperial soldiers, so if they take to the streets, they’ll be mistaken for the enemy, and the astral corps will be out to get them. They aren’t going to come after us.”
“But what will we do about Iska?!”
“He’ll figure it out.”
“…But he’s up against the royal family—and a head of household, at that.”
“I won’t deny that purebreds don’t spell danger, but Iska won’t have any problems. He’ll be in trouble if he’s hopelessly outnumbered, but he’ll know when to get out of the situation before things start to look bad for him. Now keep quiet for a while.” Jhin pressed a hand over Sisbell’s mouth and looked at the commander next to him. “Boss, what’s up with our pursuers?”
“Uh. I can’t hear their footsteps. They might already be outside, thinking we got out of the mansion.”
“This probably isn’t the case, but I hope they split so some of them can keep guard outside… Hey.”
“I—I hear you. You want me to lead the way, right?!” Sisbell nodded and pointed at the corridor. “Around the corner up ahead. There are several unused rooms and a dense thicket of trees outside the window, so I think it should be difficult for them to spot us.”
Then she started walking.
As soon as her dainty feet began to move, the floor quietly creaked and sunk beneath her.
“…Huh?” Sisbell stopped in her tracks, sensing something was very wrong.
Her feet hadn’t tread over the wine-colored carpet. In its place, she found a layer of crystallized white snow.
I’ve found you, Imperial soldiers—and Lady Sisbell.
“Sisbell, watch out!” Nene yanked her hand from behind.
The ceiling exploded, opening up to the third floor. Snow came pouring down like a waterfall.
“A blizzard inside the mansion? It’s gotta be that old woman!” Jhin got his sniper rifle ready. He fired at the red witch he could make out from behind the snowy powder streaming from the ceiling.
“It’s no use, Imperial soldier.” The old woman was sucked into the snowstorm. “A cubic yard of packed snow can weigh half a ton. It can absorb any sound, cushion any impact. Even a machine gun couldn’t pierce through it, let alone such a puny little bullet.”
The hallway in the Lou Erz mansion was flooded white, turning into a wintry landscape.
“You might have run away from me before, but it seems you cannot run for long—not with Miss Sisbell with you.”
“’Sup, Grandma,” Jhin snarled. “You’re here.”
Leaping down from the hole was one old woman—a slender witch in a red outfit reminiscent of a nun’s habit. Against the pure white backdrop, the contrast was sharp.
Grugell, the Witch of the Midnight Sun. The veteran witch could control snow, a subspecies of the astral power of ice. She was infamous, placing herself on the Imperial soldiers’ witch list.
“Persistent, aren’t you? Isn’t it past your bedtime, Granny?”
“I would love to rest if you’d let me. I’m tired of playing tag.” The witch in red raised her hands. “You will give me Miss Sisbell.”
“I’m afraid not.”
Just as the snow exploded below the witch’s feet, Jhin grabbed Sisbell’s hand and started to sprint.
“Jhin! The soldiers from earlier are coming again…!” Commander Mismis shouted.
“Don’t worry about them, boss. Don’t look behind you—run!”
Growling behind them were giants made of astral energy. Golems. Jhin had seen ones made from earth before but never ones formed from snow.
“Nene—don’t use your gun. You’ll be wasting your ammo.”
They’d have trouble bringing down the giants. Even if Nene destroyed a part of those things with a pistol or a machine gun, they would regenerate and attack again.
The golems hot on the heels of Unit 907 made the floor quake beneath them.
“Wh-what are we going to do?!” Sisbell asked.
“We can’t go to the first floor,” Jhin responded. “And we can’t outrace them on this floor…which leaves us with the third floor. Go!”
The group scrambled to the staircase. The stairs had been designed for humans, which made them almost inaccessible to the golems.
However…the group of humans were obviously being led there.
“…It’s like we’re being hunted.”
The elderly witch slowly walked toward them. They’d thought she was going to let the golems do the chase, but she’d been pursuing them while maintaining her distance. Her feet followed the footprints left by Jhin and the others in the fallen snow. She seemed exactly like a hunter.
“Y’know, Granny, you’re getting too old for this kind of thing.” As he clambered up the stairs, Jhin breathed out puffs of white in the frozen space. “Who do you think is hunting who? Don’t underestimate Imperial soldiers.”
3
The Lou Erz mansion. First floor hall.
Sparks crackled. Black smoke, thin as needles, curled toward the ceiling from the right and left walls. All he could see were thick clouds of dust, which caked his lungs. It was the only thing that remained after the walls and ceilings had been destroyed beyond all recognition.
“The Sovereignty is a country that’s old—very old.”
Like the parting of the sea, a middle-aged man smartly dressed in a white suit emerged from the dust. He had the face of a movie star—on which he wore a mild-mannered, gentlemanly smile—and defined muscles. He was the head of the Hydra, Talisman—a powerful purebred who led one of the three royal houses and was the man behind the coup d’état.
“The queen from the House of Lou is desperate to maintain the stalemate in the war with the Empire. The Zoa are waiting to exact their revenge. The Hydra, you see, are bored with the status quo.”
“……”
“What’s your view on the matter, Imperial subject?” Talisman asked, his voice soft.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” the Imperial swordsman—Iska—spat in reply. “I don’t plan on dragging this conversation out. I’m pretty sure I already told you that.”
“Hmm?”
“I already know how you do things. You’re just buying time so you can catch Sisbell.”
Iska, the former Saint Disciple, had separated from Unit 907 to buy time for Sisbell’s escape. He had stayed behind for one reason: the head of the Hydra. Though the man seemed mild-mannered at first glance, his genial expression was little more than a mask that he showed the public. In actuality, he was a fiend—and one with extraordinary powers at that.
…One of the Founder Nebulis’s descendants—a purebred with the astral power of Waves.
…He’s a danger to us all.
Plip. A red droplet landed on Iska’s skin.
The wound that he was sure had stopped bleeding earlier had reopened on his forehead. Blood ran along his eyelid from the wound. Before it got into his eyes, Iska used the back of his hand to wipe it away.
“I wonder what you’re implying—about me buying time to catch Sisbell.”
In that moment…Talisman’s figure started to get hazy.
Piles of debris on the floor exploded. As soon as Iska felt something pressing against his skin, he leaped back, exerting all his physical strength.
Fwoom. The air burst. Talisman’s fist grazed the tip of Iska’s nose before ripping through space. It felt like a train had passed by Iska, whose hair whipped back. His body lifted slightly off the ground.
All that had been caused just by wind pressure.
…Does he really only have the astral power of Waves?!
…How much strength does he have concentrated in his fist?!
These waves were surges, which manipulated invisible mechanical energy. This type of astral power itself wasn’t too uncommon, but the Imperial forces had determined that it could only shoot shots like invisible bullets.
But Talisman was different. He could accelerate this mechanical energy and power up his bodily constitution.
“Your eyes. They’re so observant.” Talisman’s form disappeared in an instant.
Iska sensed him from above. Before he could come down, the soldier whipped his head up to look at the ceiling.
“Sensed this, too? Is it your hearing? Or touch?”
“Both,” Iska answered.
The atmospheric blast created wind. As soon as the breeze caressed Iska’s skin, he was in a battle stance before he could even see the man. If he couldn’t rely on his eyes, he would figure out his opponent’s movements with another sense. That was what his training had been for.
Something detonated.
Talisman had leaped, nearly touching the ceiling, then brought his fist down on the floor of the ancient castle. The result sounded like an aerial bombardment. The stone floor shattered as though gunpowder had exploded.
“Amazing. It’s like you have a sonar system from your head to your toes,” he commented. Talisman’s eyes twinkled with a smile while he pursued Iska.
When the swordsman tried to counter, the purebred would come at the Saint Disciple with an attack himself, neutralizing the blow. This was why Iska kept his distance. As soon as Talisman realized that, he paused to brush the dust off his suit.
Spectators would never have realized that as seconds ticked by and they stared each other down, life-and-death maneuvers were playing out below the surface.
“I know I’m repeating myself, but I really don’t get it.” The middle-aged man fixed the ruffled collar of his suit and shrugged. “Why are Imperial soldiers protecting an important member of Nebulis? Why risk your life to protect her? Just how large is your promised reward?”
“You’re the one who attacked first. What’s wrong with driving out insurgents?”
“I suppose it’s too late to have this discussion, but this is all a misunderstanding.” Talisman forced a smile. “This is an estate owned by the Lou. No one would even imagine Imperial soldiers being in a castle owned by our royal family.”
“I doubt that. You must’ve heard about us from Elletear.”
“Tsk.”
Though it only lasted for a moment, the head of the Hydra narrowed his eyes. Iska stared straight into them. “You’ve got the wrong idea about us.”
There was something Talisman did not know. The youngest princess, Sisbell, had been looking for the traitor in the royal family before this attack had even occurred.
“Elleteaaaaaar!
“I…I don’t understand what you’re thinking! Are you trying to betray our motherland?!”
The eldest princess, Elletear, had been trying to overthrow the queen. She had already returned to the palace before the Imperial forces started their raid.
…And she went back to the scene to orchestrate it.
…To shepherd the elite troops from the Empire into the royal palace.
This wasn’t some short-term scheme. It had been plotted over years—or passed down for generations until it had reached Talisman, and Elletear had given her support to him.
“I’m the one asking the questions. Why did Elletear betray the queen?” Iska continued.
“Hmm?”
“Don’t play dumb. I know you’re behind all this. You won’t be able to get away with it as long as Sisbell is around.”
“What do you think of her beauty?”
“…Excuse me?”
Was that supposed to throw him off-balance?
Talisman continued without minding Iska’s defensive stance. “If magic existed in this world, it would take the shape of Elletear. A goddess must have doted upon her to make her so beautiful. Her looks are a gift from above.”
“……” What does that have to do with my question?
Before Iska could ask…
“But the planet didn’t share the same love for her,” declared the head of the Hydra in a cold tone. “It seems you’ve misunderstood something. She and I do not share the same goal. We want opposite things. We just so happened to have a common means to each of our ends.”
“…And that’s overthrowing the queen?”
“I think an Imperial subject would agree with me. If the current queen were to disappear, the Sovereignty would be temporarily disarmed. And that might bring the Empire on top in the war.”
“Was that how you proposed this to the Empire?”
“I’ll leave that to your imagination.”
“…I’ll answer one question for you.” Iska stared at the purebred as if testing the man. He pointed the tip of the black astral sword in his right hand. “This isn’t the kind of fight I want to have against the Sovereignty.”
“And what makes you feel that way?”
“Nothing will change with the way the Hydra are doing things. It’ll just progressively hurt both countries and deepen the divide.”
They would strike and counterattack. The strife between the two superpowers would only mount.
…That’s not what I want.
…Or how I want things to end.
Iska was a subject of the Empire. He hoped that the end of the war would mean victory for the Empire. But that didn’t mean he wished for the downfall of the Sovereignty. He wanted to end the war by having the Imperial forces capture a member of their royal family, so he could negotiate for peace through the Imperial leaders.
“You’re taking things too far. I don’t want either the Empire or the Sovereignty to fall.”
“Ha-ha. Seems you’re a romanticist.” The member of the royal family clapped and cackled. “A sweet dream. You’re quite the romantic for being such a hell-raiser. Unfortunately, I do believe that all the other Saint Disciples and members of the royal family were waiting for this day to come.”
“…What do you mean?”
“It’s a pissing match. Haven’t we all been wondering who would come out on top for decades?”
The purebred containing potent astral energy—Talisman the Tyrant—opened his arms.
“It’s the prided Saint Disciples of the Empire versus the purebreds, descendants of the Founder Nebulis. It’s time to determine which will reign supreme. That’s what happens tonight.”
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