Editing City Series:Volume6d Chapter3 (section)

===Part 3===

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“And so you have strayed from the scenario that has been repeated time and again to preserve the world. You have left the looping scenario set up by the Panzerpolis Project.”

Lowenzahn stepped away from the terrace railing and walked past Hazel to the west.

Hazel was too preoccupied trying to make sense of what she had just been told.

Her Ober Beweisen was not enough to save the world. She needed the power of a Buster as well.

…''So I chose the wrong kind of power?

She had made that decision during the battle at Cologne.

She had seen a school and decided she wanted to be a teacher after the war.

But…

“Unfortunately, you won’t have a chance to see the end of this war. In fact, the world itself won’t. Because…”

“The millennium’s worth of damage to the Spacetime Tons sends the world back 1000 years from August 23, 1943 to begin another loop?”

“Yes. If you do not wind up in the past, the last 1000 years of Germany’s history will be altered. The Messiah will not appear in the past. Do you get it now? You must return to the past to preserve the world. You cannot escape the Nibelung.”

The word Nibelung reminded her of the card in her coat’s breast pocket and she heard a bitter laugh from behind her.

“But maybe that’s for the best. If this war continues, Germany will lose. And the anxiety will cover the world. Doesn’t repeating the fun part time and again sound better than seeing the boring ending?”

“But…”

“There is no other way. My mother explained it all to me when I was little. Including what I must do! She told me I can preserve the world by becoming a part of an Eingeweide concept weapon! So…”

Hazel looked back, but Lowenzahn’s face was obscured by the setting sun shining in from behind her.

“So I will keep the wheel turning. For my own sake.”

Her Lives were the orange of joy.

“Messiah, let me help you with your dreams.”

“Eh?” Hazel tilted her head. “My dreams?”

“I mean this.” Lowenzahn kicked at the relief on the floor. “You have dreams about an ancient army on the move while you wander through a dark forest with him, don’t you? Maybe you think of them as nightmares, but you have dreams that feel like your own memories once you grow accustomed to them, don’t you?”

“…!? How do you know about that?”

“Those dreams really are your memories. In August of 1943, you destroy Tristan at Germania, making you, the one-armed young man, and Sylphide the keys to reconstructing the world.” Lowenzahn kicked at the relief again. “So when the world was reconstructed a thousand years ago, it included some Tons from you, him, and Sylphide. That is also why your Tons include some German Ton data even though you are Heidengeists and why your Tons include your own memories from the previous loops. You see those memories as dreams.” She took a breath. “So you have those dreams even though you have already given the wrong answer to be the Messiah.”

“Th-then…!”

“Then what?”

Hazel frowned.

“Why did you capture me!? I’m not a Buster! All the Geheimnis Agency people here think I’m going to save the world. But you just said I can’t do that!”

Lowenzahn relaxed her shoulders and sighed.

“Like I said in the beginning, I know full well that you lack the ability. What I need is your Messiah eye.” She smiled bitterly and shrugged. “Getting it all the pieces to fit wasn’t easy, let me tell you. I had to give the Allies information on our Wort Bombe in exchange for you. I leaked that destructive weapon’s data as a replacement for your Busting power. They intend to load it onto an auto-ramming ship to ensure they destroy Tristan in August.”

Lowenzahn pointed toward the black cross visible in the eastern sky.

“I will borrow your Messiah eye’s power then. Our Beweisens are the same, so I can forcibly activate your Ober Beweisen. Then I use your eye to view the Spacetime Lives and make sure they remain as undamaged as possible while letting the Wort Bombe go boom and trigger Ton collapse.” Lowenzahn stared straight into Hazel’s Messiah eye. “You don’t need to do a thing. I only need to borrow your eye for a bit.”