Editing City Series:Volume1 Chapter 3 (section)

===Part 3===

The Kaiserburg floated unreliably in the backyard of a large white mansion.

Even in winter, the warm currents from the ocean kept Germany from growing too cold. It was also a sunny day, so the top of the metal ship was comfortably warm.

A man in a blue work outfit slept on top of that warm ship. It was Paul.

He was enjoying a pleasant nap for the first time in a long while.

He was completely relaxed after the tension of the last few days had suddenly left him entirely.

…''I’m like an old man.

Suddenly, a shrill noise came from his body.

The communicator in his pocket had rung.

“…!”

He frantically sat up and pulled it out.

“Hey, it’s me. What is it, Walter?”

The young man’s energetic voice replied to him.

“Professor! Can you hear me!?”

“Hm? You’re pretty far away, aren’t you? Did something happen?”

“The military is headed your way.”

“What do you mean exactly?”

“A national military unit is heavily armed and travelling to your current location. Yeah, that’s definitely what’s happening.”

“That isn’t what I meant! Keep it simple.”

“The military is headed your way.”

“Are you trying to pick a fight with me!?”

“Mayer and his friends are already having a party and they’ve caused quite a commotion. Can’t you hear it?”

Sure enough, he could hear some unusual sounds from both the communicator and the forest surrounding the mansion. Most notably, gunfire and collisions.

It seemed something crazy was going on.

“Hm. So how are you doing? Is the young lady with you?”

“Yes, yes. The ‘young lady’ is with him, old man!”

“You seem to be doing well. And young lady, don’t call me ‘old man’. Call me professor. Got it?”

“Sure, sure. Then how about you stop calling me ‘young lady’. I’m already twenty, you old professor.”

“Hey, Walter. Can’t you do something about this foulmouthed girl?”

“Else, weren’t you just saying something about apologizing?”

“Oh, damn. …Wait! This is no time to talk about that!”

“You’re right, you’re right. Professor, given the situation, we’ll recite the emblem from here. Can you can carve it in as we do?”

Paul did not immediately understand Walter’s question.

“That is completely insane,” he replied.

“Don’t worry, professor. You’re Germany’s best emblem technician, aren’t you? You’re the only one that can carve an emblem into stone with just a chisel these days, so how about showing off your skill?”

“Y’know...”

“You can’t do it?”

The voice coming from the communicator was terribly dark and filled with disappointment.

Paul replied on reflex.

“Well, it isn’t that I ''can’t''.”

“Okay, then do it. Do it right now. Do it immediately. Got it? That settles it.”

Walter’s tone immediately brightened and Paul frowned.

“Fine then. Give me two minutes to prepare.”

“Understood. Else will be the one reading off the emblem, so try to get along.”

“Eh? Wait. I can’t read an emblem.”

“Emblem reading is a required course at the university, isn’t it? Besides, my hands are more than full with controlling the bike.”

Paul heard Else continue to protest, but he stopped listening.

He scratched his head in exasperation and stood from the Kaiserburg.

It seemed he was not going to get a relaxing nap after all.