Editing The Unexplored Summon Blood Sign:Volume1 Chapter3 (section)

===Part 7===

Azalea Magentarain and Fractal Leskins, the pair known as Golden Luxury, had returned to a certain place.

After the battle at eight in the morning, they were only returning now at ''1:40 PM''. That was just how long it had taken for their condition to stabilize after the serious wounds they received from the White Queen.

This was one of the vast forbidden areas of Toy Dream 35 blocked off by staff only doors. The emergency water purification plant was located even deeper than the ocean. It was a transparent spherical container with a radius of ten meters. It dangled down near the ceiling and it was filled with bacteria made of Repliglass.

It “ate” and purified any impurity, but Azalea had helped design it and knew it was no actual use whatsoever. First, seawater could be made into drinking water even with something like an oil refinery’s distillation tower. Second, the bacteria pool could not meet the demand of Toy Dream 35 which consumed 450 tons of water every day for home and business use. Third, the Japanese had a bad habit of making a brand name out of safety and purchasing it. In other words, it was nothing more than a way to show off the city’s cutting edge technology.

Thus, the vast underground space would never actually be used.

It was much more efficient than digging down below a strange Western mansion and building a ceremonial ground there.

In the end, they had not reached Shiroyama Kyousuke’s level.

They could create a convenient “spring”, but they could not drag out the higher-level lifeform known as a Material.

Thus they were attempting to achieve their goal in an incomplete form.

Instead of dragging their queen to the surface, they would dive down below even the vast spring of the ocean and they would hold an audience with their absolute ruler lurking in the depths of another world.

If the spring’s fairy would not come out, they only had to jump in themselves.

Even if they could only hold their breath for a short time, they only needed to catch a glimpse and bow their heads.

Even if they drowned, that was enough.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” asked a young man.

He was one of those known as Uniquely Selfless. He had cast aside all else and vowed to become the “chosen servant” of his beloved White Queen. He was now one of the guards of honor that lacked individuality.

The meaning of his question was obvious: Azalea and Fractal had bandages and gauze covering their bodies. And rather than pure white, they were soaked with painful-looking red in places. The shock of the sight was all the greater when combined with Azalea’s slight frame.

But that girl smiled thinly.

“Of course I am. Not only did we have the honor of a direct audience with Her Majesty, she directly ''caressed and toyed with'' us. What greater joy is there in this pitiful world?”

“Perhaps. I am truly jealous.”

The young man was not being sarcastic. He really did think that from the bottom of his heart.

Ultimately, they would be filled with joy even if they were killed, so long as it was at the hands of the White Queen.

While aiming to Control her, they wished to give her freedom so she might crush them underfoot. They wished to be trampled first to show the world’s summoners just how close they were to that queen.

That was who they were.

“Still, you certainly took your time.”

“Yes,” agreed Azalea.

Her audience with the White Queen had held one other important meaning.

“For some reason, conditions are naturally aligning to more easily summon Her Majesty. Even second- or third-rate summoners from Award 150 to 200 can summon her now. This is a sign that her influence is gathering in reality. Don’t you think the time is just about right?”

The Queen currently resided inside a pure white cocoon.

This was not the cheap dregs that anyone could summon to a limited degree with a Blood-Sign. This was the truly noble White Queen, pinned to this world with a different method so that they might hold an audience with her.

However, they could not break open the cocoon to check on its contents and they lacked the technology to perform a nondestructive scan.

Judging when it was okay to ''let her out'' was the biggest bottleneck for Guard of Honor.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. We’re all Uniquely Selfless, but every one of us has been putting in an effort worth a gold medal. Earlier, we calmly defeated Illegal Award 880 and Freedom Award 854 that were sniffing around. I may be one of us, but we really are an unbelievable collection of mutations. Do you want to go greet them all?”

“That will not be necessary,” bluntly rejected Azalea. “We are all equally Uniquely Selfless after all.”

Including Azalea from Government, they had three at the 900 level to act as instructors. However, they had no concept of a favorite apprentice. There was no hierarchy whatsoever. They had no center. It did not matter who had founded the group or who had caused the mutation. No one cared who crawled at their feet or surpassed everyone else. These guards of honor were all equally Uniquely Selfless.

The young man did not push any further.

“We have to settle this quickly. We safely gathered an even greater force than expected, but we barely have any food or other supplies needed to live here. Don’t think you’re going to get anything better than a burger to eat.”

“Oh? That’s one more thing to look forward to. Just what kind of thrill awaits me here?”

Azalea the junk food junky licked her small lips and the old butler sighed.

“The ceremony won’t be an issue,” continued Uniquely Selfless. “We were running Projects 01 through 55 in this city alone, but we’ve gathered all the data from the various failures. Now we can fill the holes left in the equation.”

There were stories of a white woman in the harbor.

Quad Motors had a secret project to create an entirely artificial vessel out of Repliglass.

It had been known from the beginning that those past projects would fail. It had all been to complete a single equation.

It had all been for this one true goal: the creation of the incomplete cocoon and the emergence of what resided inside.

“What about the decorations? We will be summoning Her Majesty, so a dusty old hideout is out of the question.

“It has all been brought here from the Princess Azalea. And this really is unbelievable. I’m pretty sure a golden palace in Russia would have more restraint than this.”

“This is the bare minimum. I wanted enough to fill one hundred cruise ships, but I restrained myself and chose very carefully.”

Guard of Honor had enough sense to restrict themselves to the bare minimum in order to hide their plot. In truth, the most difficult part had been naturally bringing in the mountains of furniture and artwork needed to create a suitable palace for the White Queen. They could not use a normal moving service. And moving so much at once would catch the eye of the hyenas looking for a deal on the precious metals market or at antiques auctions. But if they hid it in some complex way, they would be suspected of tax evasion. The ultimate answer had been cruise ships. Instead of hiding their intentions, they showed off that a rich individual was carrying their luxurious residence with them in a way that did not rouse suspicion. And several cruise ships would blend into the normal scenery at the giant seaside amusement park of Toy Dream 35.

So the Princess Azalea and four other cruise ships had gathered and the treasures inside had been secretly carried out.

It was all to construct a gorgeous palace suitable for the White Queen.

The focus on the decorations over the plan itself showed who they really were. They did not act based on self-interest or logic. It was all about emotion. They only wished to be the White Queen’s absolute servants and to receive her love. They were priests or a guard of honor.

They all wished to equally earn the Award that only one boy had ever earned before: Loved by the White.

“This is where it all begins. I’m sure we will be very busy.”

“Yes.”

That was all they needed.

They were willing to engulf the planet in an ocean of fresh blood for that.