Editing The Unexplored Summon Blood Sign:Volume5 Chapter1 (section)

===Part 11===

The Mock Battlefield in the center of the Miniature Garden had become a hellish scene.

The number of people was irrelevant. If there were a million people, a million would die. If there were a billion, a billion would die.

Only two people stood on the red and white chess board floor.

Biondetta Shiroyama the Cheshire Cat and Alberto S. Divinesmith the Hatter.

They had both bound a contract with one of the two vessels who were still usable.

The Hatter used the one surrounded by bonds shaped like an iron maiden.

The Cheshire Cat used the one that sat in a wheelchair that looked like a torture chair covered in thorns.

The two vessels would have changed in body and mind as they continually bound new contracts, so they had countless plugs attached to their bodies to forcibly restrict that reaction.

Those vessels were currently transformed into bizarre monsters.

Those monsters were known as Materials.

Biondetta had desperately held her practice Blood-Sign, accurately knocked her White Thorns into the Petals, and built her Material up to the Divine-class. That had taken a fair amount of skill. For one thing, the Divine-class ''literally were'' the gods of legend. These were the higher beings that were not even guaranteed to descend from heaven when an ancient emperor offered up his empire, held a grand festival, and sacrificed 1000 people. To summon and use one of those as an individual was the same as having the skill to single-handedly challenge an ancient emperor.

In this case, the Divine-class was from the middle Sound Range with a Cost of 7. This virgin god was the protector of the ancient city of Rome who had appeared as a fully-armed maiden from the forehead of Jupiter.

But it was not enough.

Her opponent was simply too great.

The Hatter used his metal Blood-Sign formed from a stack of silver coins, but he was so cheerful he might have started humming if he had let his guard down. He was accompanied by an Unexplored-class. That being existed beyond even the gods.

She was the Lady of “Purple Lightning” that Separates Good from Evil (iu – ao – eu – ei – kub – miq – a – ci – pl).

A skinny girl with sickly pale skin sat in a rusty wheelchair. Purple cloth was wrapped around the important parts of her body and she raised just a single arm and fingertip.

That was enough for “death” to sweep out.

A purple beam of light cut the world diagonally and sliced through the goddess’s shield like it was butter. It was a legendary item that bore the head of a petrifying monster woman, but it was destroyed with ease.

“Kyaahhh!!”

Biondetta desperately tried to restrain her voice while wearing a surgical gown only tied on the side, but it was useless and a shrill scream was forced from her.

She felt like her heart was being squeezed, but she still calmed her breathing and somehow managed to glare at her enemy.

She was scared. She was definitely scared.

If she did not face this, that scary thing would turn elsewhere.

It would turn toward Shiroyama Kyousuke, her “little brother”.

So.

So!!

“…''How boring.''”

She was cut off by a coldhearted voice.

The Hatter looked to Biondetta with horribly, truly horribly, cold eyes. Anyone could tell he was a madman, but those eyes seemed to be peering directly into a great abyss no one else could see.

He was not simply viewing the locations of the Petals and White Thorns.

He viewed something much more fundamental and gave voice to his thoughts.

“You’re normal, but nothing more than that. You started and ended with the standard and you never took a step outside it. How cheap. It doesn’t resonate at all. To be blunt, I feel like this was a waste of my time.”

“What…are you…?”

“I’m saying you lack madness. It’s overwhelmingly lacking. We’re using the gods as stepping stones. We’re reaching for what lurks beyond them so we can control them. What greater blasphemy is there? How are we supposed to remain normal? Believing that sanity still has a place here is the most insane thing of all. But it’s the most utterly boring kind of madness that doesn’t lead to anything.”

His words both praised and disparaged madness. They held more than one meaning at once.

The Hatter himself was probably the only one who understood what he truly meant.

No…

“He’s the only one.”

Alberto pointed to another possibility.

And in so doing, he thoroughly rejected the dignity of the girl named Biondetta.

“Shiroyama Kyousuke. He’s the only one I can get along with. I can somehow tell he’s standing in the same place as me.”

“!!”

Biondetta moved on reflex.

She was no longer following detailed calculations to victory. She was simply displaying her willpower.

But it was no use.

No matter where she sent her White Thorns or what Sound Range of Petals she hit into the Spots, she could not close the gap with her opponent. The Divine-class and the Unexplored-class were literally on a different level. Once the Hatter had arrived there before her, she should have lost immediately. And it was not her skill that had kept that from happening.

“Do you really think you can catch up now?”

Alberto was toying with her.

All so he could acquire all of the Petals he wanted and complete the name of a certain power.

“I will reach for the White Queen, the peak of the peak. Instead of using an insane theory, I will bring the madness to this ordered reality. I will add a tornado, a disaster, to my party. Will you still bite at me then!? Will you, Kyousuke!?”

The Hatter launched a White Thorn with the intensity of a lightning strike.

Biondetta did not have the time to spare to interfere.

She could only watch it fly. With a primitive song of destruction, the Hatter secured 21 Petals. And they were not random. From beginning to end, he accurately knocked them all into the Spots exactly in order.

It normally took 100 from the Regulation-class and 50 from the Divine-class.

But this frightening method allowed one to directly summon a desired Unexplored-class Material while ignoring those conditions.

And that included the deepest depths of the Unexplored-class.

She might be summoned by accident, but an absolute method of intentionally summoning her during battle had yet to be found.

Unexplored-class. Sound Range: None. Cost: 21.

Due to the equal number of low, middle, and high sounds, this dangerous arrangement should have triggered the penalty known as the Black Maw.

But it was actually the true answer. It was one of the true names written in blood.

The “White” Queen who Wields the Sword of Unsullied Truth (iu – nu – fb – a – wuh – ei –kx – eu – pl – vjz).

The Divine-class was the gods of legend and the Unexplored-class lurked beyond even that.

And this being stood at the peak of that peak.

Once she was summoned, it was all over.

She was an embodiment of absolute victory.

Biondetta had yet to leave the Divine-class so her vision grew dark. Was she squeezing her eyes shut or was she fainting? She was too confused to tell.

And…

And…

And…

“What…?”

As time seemed to stretch out infinitely, she heard a confused voice.

In her short surgical gown, Biondetta belatedly realized that this was not just one moment extending without end. Time really was moving.

Nothing happened.

That Queen’s wrath did not arrive.

Her darkening vision cleared up. Alberto S. Divinesmith had completed the task perfectly, so he stared at the Lady of Purple Lightning with a look of utter bewilderment.

“I completed it…”

The Mad Hatter shouted at this utterly unreasonable result.

He seemed to be pleading with the strongest he had failed to reach.

“So why aren’t you answering me!? White Queen!!”