Editing City Series:Volume6e Chapter9 (section)

===Part 3===

The song still rang in Schweitzer’s ears.

In the cramped ship’s cabin, he looked to Bermark and shut the picture book.

“It’s strange. I feel like the songs in this book used to be different. It’s like they changed at some point. Don’t you think so?”

“You must be imagining things. You tend to overlook a lot of details,” replied Bermark, his expression blank.

Schweitzer frowned and started to say something, but a loud noise ran through the entire space around them then: an alarm.

“An enemy?”

“Yes, that is what I came to tell you.”

“Then be quicker about it.”

Schweitzer clicked his tongue and stood up. He set the picture book down on the bed and grabbed a staff.

He turned off the lights, opened the door, and stepped out.

He passed by a lot of soldiers while choosing to climb the stairs to the roof.

“Captain, that is not the way to the bridge.”

“I know. I’m going to the roof. No Neue Kavalier goes to the bridge to protect people.”

He placed his feet on the steps and climbed. And…

“Which country is this? Nowadays, it could be France, America, or England.”

“The navigator says this one is unidentified. It appears to be moonlight resistant because it is moving rapidly above the clouds.”

Schweitzer came to a stop, his eyes on the thick metal door to the roof directly in front of him.

“That might be Sylphide.”

“Let’s not be ridiculous.”

“It is possible. Because the Messiah intended to set everything free.”

He placed his hand on the door’s opening ring and turned it.

The door shook heavily and then moved. The chilly wind blew in through the gap.

Walls of light shined all around him.

The high-altitude air blew in from beyond those virtual barriers.

Schweitzer ignored that wind and pushed the door all the way open.

Past the thick door, he saw the dark and cloudy night sky.

He walked all alone into the darkness and wind.

He walked outside.

When his feet were pushed by the wind and stepped on the darkness, he hesitated for just a moment.

<A powerful wind blows down as if to push him back and causes his black coat to whip behind him.>

But he planted his hesitant foot down firm and looked up into the sky.

His lips moved to speak a few names and the names of their devices.

Vaterland.

Freischütz.

Sylphide.

Mondnacht.

Requiem.

Tragisch.

Kaiser.

Gelegenheit.

Messiah.

Neue Erde.

The last one he didn’t speak out loud. He simply held up his staff and opened his mouth wide in the wind.

He listened to the song of the racing wind, narrowed his eyes, and released his voice.

“…!”

His roar raced straight up into the sky, but it did not stop there.

He spoke his Text to fulfill his promise.

He shouted a heaven-striking song and refused to stop.

The wind roared in response and nothing could stop it now either.

It was asking a question.

A new question.