Editing City Series:Volume6c Chapter6 (section)

===Part 5===

Her Messiah eye rapidly filled with the color red and emitted heat.

But Hazel still faced forward.

The man named Schweitzer gasped.

“–––––!?”

His prosthetic arm’s fist dropped to the ground like it was out of fuel.

Her Messiah allowed her to access High Organ devices to pressurize and depressurize their power or even outright control them.

…''Unfortunately, the Allies’ High Organ devices are in the experimental phase, so I haven’t been able to practice this.

It felt similar to the assistance she had provided Berger three years ago.

She did the same thing here.

“Gah,” growled Schweitzer as he reactivated his arm. He lifted his fist and directed it toward Berger. But by then, Berger was already swinging Gelegenheit’s blade down toward him.

In that instant, a new Erklärung rang out.

<The Freeshooter seeks his master.>

She looked back to see familiar man standing in front of the school building.

Berger shouted his name.

“ ‘Schütze Puppe’ Bermark Vier!?”

The distraction delayed Berger’s actions, so Schweitzer managed to move away and Bermark’s gunshots flew in. Four of them.

“I do apologize, but these were my orders.”

Hazel held her sword at the ready and prepared to dodge the incoming bullets.

She was too slow for that and she knew it. She pulled a card from the holder at her hip and tossed it into the air where she struck it with her sword.

It activated and a field of power expanded in less than an instant, whipping up the wind.

But the murderous Tons forming the bullets dodged around that field like they had a mind of their own.

“!?”

Puzzled, Hazel let go of her sword. Her feline instincts told her to leap backwards, but she wasn’t going to make it. Her legs tangled together, she lost her balance, and she started to trip.

She nearly called out for help, but stopped herself. Berger was fighting and Pale was battling Jeanne.

But she did not panic. She couldn’t prevent herself from falling, but…

<The Messiah rejects the shooter’s power.>

The bullets lost their glow, becoming ordinary bullets.

The four shots grazed her left shoulder and hit the ground behind her.

''Thank goodness,'' she thought while falling back onto her butt.

There was pain, but something else needed her immediate attention.

She collected her sword while seated on the ground and reflected her right eye in its blade. She viewed its red color.

“Let’s end this.”

<The Messiah trusts only in destiny.>

She shouted her Aerial Words.

Schweitzer’s Der Held stopped and the fist dropped to the ground.

Bermark’s Freischütz dropped its magazine to the ground.

Jeanne was removed from the Vaterland’s protection and her movement speed dropped.

Only Berger’s Gelegenheit still functioned.

It only lasted a moment, but that was all they needed. Hazel stood up with feline grace and began running.

“Berger! General Pale! Hurr-”

She never finished the word.

<…does not recognize the Messiah’s power.>

Agonizing pain ran through her Messiah eye like someone had jammed a claw into it.