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=== Partie 1 ===
== Chapitre 5 : Pour répondre (Pragmatisme)==


──Quelque part dans la capitale de la Fédération orientale, l'île de Kannagiri.
Et donc,


Chinkai Tandaifu. Il s'agit d'un immeuble d'une hauteur de 50 étages avec 10 étages souterrains en plus, et un étage supplémentaire que le public ne connaît pas : le onzième étage souterrain. Cette grande salle souterraine est un secret national de la Fédération de l'Est. Une "carte atout" à utiliser contre les autres races. C'était censé être une salle souterraine où étaient installées les armoires pour les jeux vidéo d'immersion totale.
la marionnette s'enfuit vers le ciel que l'oisillon désirait tant,


Une sombre salle souterraine, pleine d'équipement, mais pour l'instant.──
vers ce monde étroit et sombre.


"Hmm ? Je savais que tu étais un faible, mais c'est bien en dessous de mes attentes. ♥"
Oui...


Il dit, et dansa de façon ludique, qu'elle était dominée par un Dhampire. Jour et nuit, le ciel et la terre, ici et là, étaient tous bricolés ensemble. Ils étaient dans ce paysage brisé.
Un ciel pour que la marionnette soit à l'abri du mal, pour sourire du cœur.


Même si c'était un garçon, Plum avait un sourire envoûtant :
Un endroit où personne ne les piétinerait, où personne ne les blesserait,


"Ah... Suis-je trop fort ? Ehehehe, excusez-moi"
aucune force ne les contraint, aucun besoin de changer.


Ses talons claquaient à chaque fois qu'il faisait un pas, et le paysage brisé continuait à se transformer à l'infini,
Un nouveau monde où ils pourraient voler.


"──  J'entends un moustique voler autour de moi～....  c'est vraiment exaspérant tu sais～"
 


Il y avait aussi celui qui faisait face à lui. L'intention de tuer dans le sourire de Fiel a augmenté.
Ce jour-là,


Quand le paysage a changé, il a changé avec le flux des esprits... Tout a changé. C'est vrai, l’ensemble magique que Fiel avait tissé, et les esprits compilant la magie, avaient disparu comme du brouillard.
L'oisillon savait très bien que ça ne serait probablement jamais le cas.


C'était comme ─ non, c'était exactement comme ça :
L'oisillon implora la marionnette, qui jura de se battre :


── Comme tricoter avec un fil qui n'existait pas au départ. Comme s'il se moquait de Fiel.
Aucun ciel ne vaut la peine de te voir souffrir.


"Tu veux bien la fermer maintenant～ !!"
Alors la marionnette, elle aussi, s'enfuit dans cette même cage.


Fiel cria de colère, et la pierre d'âme dans son front brilla. En même temps, la lumière dessinait des motifs géométriques le long du corps de Fiel, et s'étendait à l'extérieur de son corps, avançant contre l'espace même où ils se trouvaient. Puis, le paysage, l'espace et les esprits déguisés par la magie de Plum ont rompu avec elle, et ils sont retournés dans la salle avec les rangées de machines.
Jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions un moyen de créer ce ciel,


──Le sort du quadrant : "Le sortilège instantané".
c'est ce que pensait la marionnette dans ce monde étouffant.


C'est l'équivalent d'ignorer le temps d'incantation, la magie instantanée. Tout en faisant quelque chose que même les meilleurs lanceurs de sorts elfes ont trouvé incroyablement difficile, Fiel a aussi brisé le déguisement de l'esprit. C'est parce qu'elle a aussi utilisé un double sort : "Chef de file" avec l'incantation abrégée.
Pensée et seulement pensée...


── "Chef de file" était, en bref, un sort de contre-mesure.
Doutant et vacillant, ne trouvant rien à chercher,


C'était un sort pour pirater les systèmes de jeux vidéo de la Fédération de l'Est. En activant ce sort une seule fois, tout l'espace virtuel changerait en fonction de ses pensées. Dans la bataille contre Hatsuse Ino, la victoire de Kurami est assurée. Pour Fiel Nirvallen, une lanceuse hexamage et l'une des meilleures lanceuses de sorts des elfes, c'était son lancer parallèle à pleine puissance. Même s'il s'agissait d'un sort extrêmement compliqué, il a été complété en quelques secondes,  c'était─
la marionnette pensait toujours à cette promesse :


"Ah, c'est possible !? Tu y vas doucement avec moi ?"
 


"─ Qu...... !?"
Ce jour-là,


Mais ces quelques secondes ont été trompées dans une éternité par lui. Après avoir entendu sa voix rieuse, les pensées de Fiel sont devenues blanches. Même si le paysage venait juste de revenir à la salle souterraine, il s'est transformé en quelque chose de très différent : le ciel. Et pendant qu'ils tombaient :
dans un nouveau pays, regardant les cieux,


"Je vous remercie pour votre patience. Mais, s'il vous plaît, allez-y et faites de votre mieux sans réserve.♪"
voyant le bébé oiseau déployer ses ailes et sourire,


Plum battait joyeusement des ailes minuscules alors qu'il tombait avec elle. Quand elle voit ça, Fiel est étonnée.
la marionnette vide - le ciel - Sora -


──'Ça n'a aucun sens'.
Traduit avec www.DeepL.com/Translator (version gratuite)


A-t-il refondu et élargi le déguisement spatial qui a été brisé par Fiel avec une vitesse supérieure à la sienne ?
== Partie 1 ==


Surpasser les elfes en vitesse de lancer ne devrait pas être ── Attendez, ce n'est pas possible, comme s'il avait attendu qu'elle pense ça :
...Une scène remplie de l'écho de l'éruption de la Forge Sacrée... le site d'élimination des déchets.


"Vous avez remarqué ? Ta mémoire est aussi assez mauvaise, hein ? Comme prévu♥"
Une gigantesque machine humanoïde argentée avance à pas lourds dans les ruines souterraines ensevelies sous les déchets métalliques. Des larmes coulent dans les yeux ardents de Veig qui marmonne avec désolation le premier souci de sa vie.


Une voix l'a chuchoté, mais ça ne venait pas du Dhampire devant elle.─　
"... Ai-je vraiment fait quelque chose de si mal... ?"


"Essayez de vous souvenir !!! Je suis sûr de vous l'avoir dit !"
Il se souvint des deux âmes qu'il avait fracassées après une lutte inattendue - l'âme de cette petite herbe étrangement coriace aux seins excellents, et l'âme de cette vipère incompréhensiblement toxique qui avait fait craquer son épée pour la première fois. Se balançant sombrement, vacillant en avant, il pensait :


Fiel touche aux mots qu'il a dits lui-même, et finit par comprendre. Avec un pop, le paysage est de nouveau brisé.
...Que diable ai-je fait... ?


“ Croyez que vous serez capable d'utiliser un seul sort contre moi !"!"
Veig se souvenait avoir été remercié, mais jamais blâmé. Pourtant, tout ce qu'il ressentait maintenant était un mystérieux sentiment de culpabilité gravé dans son âme trop profondément pour le nier. Maintenant, il se tenait là, devant la masse métallique tombée, la machine gisant sur le sol avec ses membres totalisés.


Dit Plum. Elle ne savait plus où elle était, ils étaient de nouveau dans l'espace pavé.
"...Ho... J'ai bien dit que je serais en retard, mais pour faire une sieste, tu as du cran, hein ?"


“ Cela vaudra la peine juste pour voir quel genre de visage vous faites quand vous vous réveillez du rêve où vous avez pu l'utiliser. ── C'était ça, n'est-ce pas ?"
Veig a regardé attentivement le cadre cassé. Par le biais du système de communication, il a accusé ses pilotes de faire les morts.


Il se détendait sur un canapé et buvait du thé noir. Voyant cela, le poing de Fiel trembla de rage.
Dans ce jeu, les attaques ne causent aucun dommage direct à la machine adverse. Par conséquent, tout dommage doit provenir d'une défaillance du rite ou d'une erreur de tir - ou être auto-infligé. Et honnêtement, c'était les deux. L'intuition de Veig lui a dit. Il a soulevé le corps brisé et a hurlé.


"Combien de sorts avez-vous utilisés ? La réponse, soit dit en passant, est zéro hahaha♥"
"Hey, je te parle !! Ton adversaire, c'est moi. Ne te retourne pas et ne meurs pas. Tu n'as aucun sens ?!"


── On lui a donné l'impression qu'elle utilisait la magie depuis "Sortilège instantanée".
En effet... Sora et Shiro n'ont jamais eu la moindre chance contre Veig dans une bataille d'armes spirituelles. Il était donc inévitable qu'ils perdent. Mais quand même...


La prune qui mettait Fiel en colère, c'était comme si quelqu'un prenait encore et encore des pierres de Jack dans le jeu d'un enfant,
"Tu n'as pas l'intention de te taire sans dire un mot sur ton âme, n'est-ce pas ? !"


"Ah, Ino-sama～ ? Je vous enverrai bientôt des informations supplémentaires sur la cible !"
Oui, ils avaient tenu tête à Veig avec une tempête de balles impensable. Mais ils n'ont rien emporté de leur âme, le barrage était trop fragile. Tout ce qu'il a fait c'est rejeter l'attaque de Veig et dire non à son âme...


A l'intérieur de cet espace virtuel ─ à l'intérieur de ce décor fou, sur le seul écran fonctionnel :
Il n'a rien dit. Il n'a rien admis. Leur âme avait seulement rejeté la sienne et était restée inébranlable. Veig a serré les dents. S'ils pouvaient faire autant, alors pourquoi ?


"Compris Plum-dono ! Détends-toi et laisse-moi m'en occuper !"
Il souleva le cadre en ruine comme s'il le tenait par le col et se mit en colère :


"Attendez une seconde. Fii !? Ces types parlent effrontément d'interférer avec le jeu !?"
'''“Quand allez-vous répondre à ma question ?!”'''


Dans le jeu, Kurami a crié quand elle a entendu Plum essayer de divulguer des informations à son adversaire, Ino.
Et il a enfin obtenu une réponse.


“.... Je ne peux pas jeter un sort pour confirmer qu'il interfère～..."
"...Tout de suite, je le ferai. Je vais vous donner votre réponse, je vais le faire."


"Hahahaha, c'est tellement trissste. Vos efforts futiles m'ont fait pleurer. ♪"
... Une voix a murmuré à travers la porte.


────…………　
"Whuh ?!"


── En dehors du jeu, Plum et Fiel se livraient une bataille magique anormale.
L'épave a soudainement répliqué en explosant, libérant un torrent d'âme fou. Elle lui répondit par une puissante imagerie qui lui vola momentanément sa conscience.


À l'intérieur du jeu, Ino et Kurami se livraient une bataille physique qui était aussi anormale, d'une certaine façon.
—……


── Avec le son de deux voix différentes disant "Meurt Sora !" et "Je vais te broyer, singe imberbe !", les PNJs faits avec l'apparence de Sora, ont été envoyés dans les airs l'un après l'autre.  En observant cette bataille, on pouvait voir──
'''Il était au fond d'un petit trou, sombre et exigu. Veig connaissait la fille qui pleurait en regardant le ciel, seule. Il la connaissait bien... la fille incapable de voler, qui plus que quiconque admirait les oiseaux qui volaient si haut.'''


"Hé, qu'est-ce que tu pense pouvoirs faire à mon chéri !? Pourquoi c'est devenu comme ça ?"
'''Une fille paradoxale, elle savait qu'elle ne pouvait pas voler et pourtant elle levait les yeux au ciel... Elle pleurait même si elle avait abandonné... Le monde l'interrogeait avec des questions sans réponse - pourquoi elle avait fui, pourquoi elle n'avait pas essayé - puis lui demandait pourquoi elle pleurait... et la méprisait pour cela. Il l'a laissée dans ce trou... sans rien vouloir...'''


Demanda Leila, la reine Seiren, de son réservoir d'eau. Elle faisait des histoires parce qu'elle était en colère.
'''La fille solitaire... balançant son marteau à travers les larmes...... Il-'''


Il y avait une fille aux cheveux roux dont le sourire s'est figé quand elle a entendu cette question :
—……


── Stephanie Dola.
Veig a essayé de tendre la main... mais blam, l'explosion a secoué la grotte et l'a tiré de sa rêverie. Dès qu'il a jeté un coup d'oeil autour de lui, peut-être plus tôt, il a deviné ce qui se passait. Il grimaça et hurla d'impatience.


Pour répondre à la question de savoir comment c'est devenu comme ça, elle repense à il y a sept heures... et sourit dans son esprit.
"Quelle blague... Vous n'avez jamais eu personne là-dedans depuis le début ? C'était télécommandé... ?!"


=== Partie 2 ===
Maintenant que tu le dis, il n'y avait aucune règle qui disait que tu devais piloter la machine... si ? S'ils le contrôlaient depuis un cockpit à l'extérieur du cadre, ils pouvaient le balancer sans problème.


Tandis que les lumières de l'île Kannagiri vacillaient à cause des chocs réverbérants qui venaient du plateau de sugoroku de l'Ancien Dieu.
Mais même si c'était télécommandé, ils devaient être connectés à leurs bras spirituels. Ce qui signifiait que faire exploser leur propre cadre si négligemment aurait des répercussions. Et en effet, le sol a tremblé avec une réaction en chaîne d'explosions l'une après l'autre dans toute la décharge.


Leila est apparue d'un lourd sac à dos avec un peu d'eau. Mais celui que tout le monde regardait attentivement avec des yeux abasourdis était─
Les esprits générés ont dessiné des lignes de lumière comme si elles circulaient dans des circuits gravés sur la scène. Le circuit de lumière convergeait pour le montrer :


Pas elle, mais celle qui la portait... ou plutôt, celle qui était en train de la porter. Celui qui portait le sac à dos lourd avec Leila et de l'eau farcie à l'intérieur.
La véritable unité !


Elle était censée être à l'intérieur du jeu de l'Ancien Dieu, même maintenant.─
Désireux de voir où se trouvait le vrai cockpit, Veig a suivi la lumière de l'esprit jusqu'à sa destination. Il s'est avéré qu'il se trouvait au centre de la scène tremblante, si loin que sa fonction zoom était tout juste suffisante pour le distinguer. Au sommet d'une plante particulièrement haute, ses yeux ont trouvé leur cible et se sont ouverts en grand. Il s'agissait d'une fille qu'il connaissait bien, debout sur le siège d'un cockpit ouvert.


"Huff.... puff..... La Fédération de l'Est.... dépend trop... de la puissance de... l'infrastructure... " "
"Vous demandez pourquoi j'ai fui ce monde sanglant, n'est-ce pas... ? ...C'est une question stupide, en effet."


C'était une Imanity aux cheveux roux qui est tombée par terre, épuisée, elle l'était,
Mais c'est une fille qu'il ne connaissait pas qui lui a murmuré. Ses yeux, embrasés d'un feu inextinguible, regardaient sa machine au loin. La fille, avec un morceau de ferraille en forme de marteau dans sa main, a parlé comme si elle déposait une déclaration de guerre. De son cœur, elle a dit son âme... pas des faits objectifs, mais ses sentiments :


"── S-Stephanie-dono, pourquoi êtes-vous là ?" Ino ne peut s'empêcher de hurler ça.
"C'est parce que je méprise ce monde, vraiment."


"Qu-quoi !? J'ai apporté Leila-san et un mot, quoi d'autre !?" Steph pensait qu'on la blâmait, alors elle a répondu par un cri effrayé.
== Partie 2 ==


"Un mot, vous dites ?"
Til’s voice, resolute, was yet like her limbs…jittery. She couldn’t help but tremble, because of what she saw down there from the open cockpit—Veig standing there in the venue that still quaked from the blasts—and because of the sparkling hammer in her right hand. Regardless—


"Euh, oui... Des rois d'Elkia... ou peut-être devrais-je dire, Sora et Shi─hya !"
“Don’t worry. We’ll blast off with you. We promised, didn’t we?”


"C'est vrai ! Chérie !!! Ou plutôt allez-vous simplement m'ignorer !? Le seul qui peut faire de la négligence en jouant avec moi, c'est mon chéri bien-aimé... h-huh, ma poitrine... me fait mal..."
“…Brother…always…keeps, his promises… Trust us, okay?”


Leila interrompit Steph comme un poisson hors de l'eau. Elle causait une agitation avec les coups de sa queue. Mais comme leur tempo furieux s'affaiblissait rapidement, elle a fait un beau sourire.
—Sora’s and Shiro’s voices intoned from the seat in front of her, joyful but firm. And Til felt them holding her left hand tight. She broke into a smile to realize her trembling had somehow stopped…and she continued with her eyes fixed straight ahead on Veig’s machine, all the way through to the man inside.


"........ C...... C'est bizarre... ?"
“…I hate this country. I hate Hardenfell, I do.”


"Aaaaaah c'est là-bas ! Il n'y a pas d'eau, alors tu es en train de mourir !"
She reaffirmed her feelings—her belief. This arrogant world told her not to run. This


Quand elle a sauté hors du sac à dos, l'eau s'est répandue ; et la Seirène ne peut vivre que dans l'eau.
oppressive world told her not to be ashamed. Til looked up at its tireless way of life and sneered at it.


En ce moment, elle était en train de monter au ciel, elle décédait avec tranquillité. Quand Plum voit cela, il pousse un cri──
“I love the sky, I do… In this country…the sky is closed off, it is.”


── Et, instantanément.
The cave’s ceiling reminded her; lost and confused, she’d ended up in this dump before she knew it, and the world asked her, Why did you run? Now, Til knew the feeling of a hand in hers. Now, she knew another world—that of those two. Now, she could say it:


"Que pensez-vous qu'il arrivera au Dhampire si nous laissons la Reine mourir ?"
Ah…there never was a place for me here.


Sans rien entre les deux, omettant le processus, il a mis Leila dans un réservoir d'eau, et a crié, presque en pleurant. Le Dhampire en forme d'esprit pouvait utiliser autant de magie qu'il le voulait, et il était toujours aussi fatigué.
—Screw this place—!!


Le seul qui a compris ce qui s'est passé, c'est Fiel. Sa conjecture est que Plum a utilisé le " Déguisement temporel ". pour arrêter le temps, puis il a désespérément cherché un réservoir d'eau et l'a transporté. Elle avait un regard froid pénétrant, cependant. Cependant, comme s'il ne connaissait pas ── non. Comme s'il s'en fichait, Ino hurle de confusion :
So—!


"S-Stephanie-dono n'est pas censée être là-bas, à l'intérieur du jeu de l'Ancien Dieu !?"
“I also hate the chieftain of this country. I hate you, I do…!”


── Dans ce cas, qui est-ce, ou peut-être ceci !?
The hammer sparkled ever brighter as Til’s words spilled out uncontrollably, with the pain that burned her up. What came back was a lonely, sorrowful chuckle. Til ground her teeth.


"Vous étiez donc l'imposteur, comme je le pensais. Haaah.... tu m'as surpris..."
…She’d known—no, she’d had a hunch—that he’d say that. What he was saying. As if it was everything—


"Im... postor ? Je n'y ai pas pensé, mais Plum a continué son explication.
'''“I hate that…how everything’s just as you expected… I hate iiit!!”'''


"Hm, après tout, quelque chose comme "un traître qui n'a pas perdu la mémoire" est impossible.
Her voice impulsively swelled with the pain that only grew:


── Impossible. Hearing Plum conclut que, Ino se souvient aussi.
'''“I hate how you act like you’re so great, I do! I hate even more that you actually are, I do!!”'''


Sora lui donna aussi une leçon sur l'"Impossible" dans les bains :
The dam had burst, and her feelings could no longer be contained.


"Obtenir que tous les participants acceptent de laisser quelqu'un garder leurs souvenirs pendant que tout le monde oublie est absolument impossible... Je ne les laisserais pas faire. Dans ce cas, c'est simple♪"
“I hate how you advertise yourself as a genius, I do! I hate how I can’t argue because you actually are a genius, I do!! I hate how you look down on me, I do! I hate so much that it’s only natural because you’re above me, I do!! I hate how you’re so hairy!! You shaved too much, you say?! So what? Are you trying to rub it in? I wish you’d go to hell, I do!! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you—U-Uncle, you’re a pervert!! I hate you very, very, veeery much, I do!!”


<pre>00b : ── Il y a une personne parmi les détenteurs de dés dont les souvenirs n'ont pas été prélevés, un "traître".</pre>.
«Whoa!! Come on, stop already or I’m really gonna cry! Goddamn!»


Un traître dont les souvenirs n'ont pas été prélevés…..
The momentum had flushed out everything Til wanted to say. Inattentive to the tearful begging over the comm system, Til caught her breath. As the shaking of the stage and the sparkling of her hammer and her pain all grew in speed, she wiped her tears. With a sharp, firm voice, she mulled over her words carefully and gave her answer:


“ Si ce sont des souvenirs qu'ils n'avaient pas au départ, alors ils ne peuvent pas être prélevés, n'est ce pas♪ ?"
“I hate you. That’s why I run. If that’s not enough for you to understand—”


Plum disait que l'"Imposteur" était une fabrication de l'Ancien Dieu. Quand il a entendu ça, Ino pense :
Then in the spirit of the game:


Si la Steph qui était là, dans la bataille contre l'Ancien Dieu, était un imposteur, alors pourquoi ont-ils ──
“—I’ll sock it to you like this—and then I think you will understand, I do.”


"Eh bien, pour commencer... en comptant Sora-sama et Shiro-sama comme une seule entité, il y a six joueurs. Comme il n'y a que cinq pièces raciales, une personne n'aurait pas dû pouvoir participer."
Yes—seeing behind her eyelids the place the feeling of those two had taken her as they held her left hand, that black sky with a white bird, Til laid down the gauntlet sonorously.


Mais quand il a entendu la déclaration de Plum, Ino a perdu le fil de sa pensée.
“I fled to win—to honor my promise, I did.”


……………………….Attendez une seconde.
…A tactical withdrawal was made when one had a chance of victory… She had been just lost, but now it would be redefined—no. Each time another explosion went off, the spirits converged into her hammer, and it was that pain.


"Puisqu'au moins une personne n'aurait pas dû pouvoir participer, alors le traître devait être l'un d'eux... Personnellement, je pensais que c'était soit Stephanie-sama ou Izuna-sama♪"
And now it had been redefined—!!


──Attendez. Attendez, attendez, attendez !
That pain had turned her conviction into that of the past. Til savagely swung her hammer as she—


Qu'est-ce que Plum dit ?
—bellowed forth her soul with the stirring of a power beyond all normal conception throughout the venue.


───── La "Pièce Raciale" ?
'''“I fled for the sake of this day, when I’d surpass you, I diiid!!”'''


“..... Attendez, qu'est-ce que vous.... ? Ce n'est pas possible.──"
== Partie 3 ==


"Eh bien, calmez-vous." dit Ino, et demande d'une voix tremblante :
It was a power that all feared instinctively. The memories sleeping deep in their blood awakened. An outrageous power of a whole different rank, a whole different status, a whole different order of magnitude—quite literally a different level. The future brought on in the next few moments by this power beyond reason didn’t take someone like Veig to foresee. It was a strike from the heavens that sneered at every one of heaven’s gifts crawling atop the earth, judging them likewise of null value. No one could mistake that power. It was


"Es-tu en train de dire que tu ne peux pas participer au jeu contre l'Ancien Dieu si tu ne paries pas une pièce raciale ?"
a Heavenly Smite……


S'il vous plaît, dites-moi que j'ai tort. Dis-moi que j'ai fait une erreur. Il a fait cette prière futile,
“Hey, whoaaa! I thought the Flügel wasn’t—hey, isn’t that against the rules?!”


"Hein ? C'est mal ? Sora m'a dit que... c'est pourquoi j'ai apporté la note──"
From his machine—his cockpit—Veig screeched, blanching. Someone who wasn’t in the game—with magic that wasn’t even a seal rite!! His one eye searched in a panic for the Flügel, but in the next moment—


Steph a incliné la tête sur le côté et a répondu. Quand il a entendu ça, Ino a eu des vertiges.
—he realized that the center of the crawling power…was Til’s hammer. And his one eye was opened by the roar over the comm system and the unheard-of shock that followed… Yes:


‘…. "Ha ha ha ha... une telle chose... encore."
'''«Ultra-large-scale spirit-arm expansion—connect all!! Ariiiise!!!»'''


"C'est impossible. C'est impossible. C'est tout simplement impossible. Il faut que ce soit une blague, ou sinon un rêve".
Til’s face wrenched in agony as she brought down the hammer. There was a flash as it bore through the cockpit…and through the plant below. With that, there came a moment of silence to the blast-stricken venue. And then…


La tête d'Ino, ou plutôt, puisqu'il était en forme d'esprit, il n'avait pas de tête, alors il sentait juste une douleur fantôme. Et pourtant, il persiste :
“—?!!”


"N-non.... attendez une seconde. Même si c'est vrai, il manque toujours une pièce raciale ?"
…a vertical oscillation unlike anything that had gone before tossed them. A heavy shock came from behind Veig. He dodged instinctively on the spot, but from the mass of metal that had only grazed him flowed a tempestuous soul.


── Je vois, les participants étaient pour la plupart des personnes importantes de chaque course.
'''……'''


"La pièce des Imanity " ── Le représentant désigné par l'Imanity peut la parier.
'''A girl who wanted to imagine things that could not be imagined. A girl who wanted to fly though by no effort could she fly. Saying she could do nothing, she chased the bird in the sky for which there was nothing to do…'''


"La pièce des Dhampires" ── Le représentant désigné des Dhampires peut la parier.
'''They said she was just running. They mocked that it was impossible. Her soul…'''


"La pièce des Flügels" ── Disons pour l'instant qu'un représentant du conseil des dix-huit ailes peut la parier.
«I…knew it! …I knew it!! Better than anyone, I did…!!»


"La pièce des Thérianthropes " ── Le représentant désigné des Thérianthropes, Miko-sama, peut la parier.
The transmission helped Veig crawl back to reality. But another—no, ten more—no, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand—innumerable storms of metal whipped through the stage and assaulted his unit like squalls.


Disons aussi qu'Ino, ou peut-être Izuna, s'est vu confier le soin d'y participer.
Just scraps, they hadn’t much in the way of force or even speed. But every time the fierce soul contained in them scratched by his frame, it left residue. As Til’s voice, wheezing in agony, continued to come through, it pounded at Veig’s will, hard, so hard—


Quant à Stéphanie, c'était effectivement une imposture. Mais quand même, c'était Ino ou Izuna, pas les deux ! Même après avoir compté Sora et Shiro à l'unisson, et plus encore, sans compter Steph ! Il y a encore cinq participants, et seulement quatre pièces raciales. Il manque encore une pièce !
«So…you wanted me to live like you…? Fa-kew!!»


Il a fait une confrontation très convaincante avec la réalité, mais ensuite il y a eu une voix pleine d'acclamations sans fond. Normalement, qui aurait suffi à voler le cœur d'Ino, c'était une voix enivrante et séduisante.
To live like them. Like a Dwarf. Without giving up. Without going astray or tiring. To try to overcome natural gifts. To live without shame or retreat. Indeed… Putting themselves on pedestals, though they couldn’t overcome Veig!! Looking as if they understood, talking as if they knew!! They’d called her rubbish, and then!! They’d all said it. They’d basically said this…


"Oui ! Comme mon bien-aimé chéri a dit qu'il allait me marcher dessus, je lui ai prêté la pièce raciale des Seirènes～♪ Il a dit que j'étais 'Un atout important' Kyaaa♥♥"
—Everyone else is doing it, so you should, too.


Mais comme cette voix le mettait de plus en plus en colère, il l'a impitoyablement coupée.
—You can dream you’ll be rewarded. Just do it—


"Alors, où est mon chérie ? Il a dit qu'il allait me marcher dessus, me frapper et m'attacher.──"
—just shut up and do your work!!—


─────'Je vois' Ino acquiesce et accepte cette réalité.
«I don’t like a world that tells me what to do… I hate it, I do!!»


"La pièce des Seirènes" Cet idiot de représentant désigné.... peut le parier.
I’ll never give in…


── Et puis, la lumière dans les yeux d'Ino s'est éteinte.
I’ll overcome the chieftain and destroy those dictates—!!


Et quand ils se sont retournés pour regarder cette Ino... tout le monde l'a vu avec des yeux pitoyables.
I’ll use measuring instruments and Elven theory. I’ll use anything to find a different way!


"....en fait, si l'Ancien Dieu devait prendre quelque chose comme nos vies, que devrions-nous faire ?"Demanda Plum.
I’ll show him… So she thought…


“..... Pas question, vous..... vous ne vous êtes vraiment pas rendu compte ?" Dit Steph.
«But…no matter what I did…I just…couldn’t find anything!!»


"Kurami～, je me sens mal de faire des demandes si déraisonnables à ce pauvre chien.～ Ne le fait pas♪"
Just piling up failures. Bathed in error, lost, confused, making one mistake after another. At last surrendering to a false resignation, as paradoxical as ever. Unable to say anything in return… At some point…she came to think she’d forgotten those feelings, and just wandered, pathetically.


Quand elle entend ça, Kurami répète leurs exigences :
«…But—hee-hee… Now I know what to say—I do…»


“...... "Tout ce qui se trouve sur le territoire de la Fédération de l'Est." C'étaient nos exigences, n'est-ce pas.... ?"
Weeping, sobbing, yet the two souls grinned. At last Veig realized the true nature of the maelstrom of metal pounding his unit. And for the first time in his life, he said, It couldn’t be—he doubted his own intuition.


C'est vrai── 'L'ensemble du territoire de la Fédération de l'Est : toutes les ressources humaines et matérielles qui s'y trouvent'.
“……Hey… Ho. I must be hallucinating, ain’t I?”


"Même si Sora et les autres ont perdu, et que l'Ancien Dieu a pris la pièce, si nous devenons les biens de Fii... c'est une assurance, non ?"
He saw the whirlwind of metal converging. Not the ground shaking, but the stage moving. Not the metal flying, but just gathering. The parts, the catalysts were joining and coupling and assembling. The majestic waste disposal site was rising as one. The stage itself was wakening—and standing up. That was his impression. It was confirmed by Til’s announcement to everyone watching in Hardenfell, I’ll tell you, and the thing that towered before his eyes—a thing inconceivably gargantuan.


En d'autres termes, si par hasard tout le monde perdait, ils perdaient les pièces raciles de cinq races. Mais si, dans le pire des cas, " tout ce qui concerne la Fédération de l'Est ", y compris les ressources humaines, devenait la propriété de Fiel, ils seraient en mesure de le protéger, puisque la pièce raciales des elfes ne serait pas perdue.
«You forge ahead without shame…as you will—but I, too…will do as I will, I will!!»


“.... Bien sûr, nous préférerions gagner en représailles à Sora et aux autres, cependant."
She’d led a life of shame—failing, contradicting herself, getting lost without end. Today, this moment, was what it had all been for, and for that she was proud. She trumpeted to all the world that had rejected her, just as they were taught:


Elle a dit que dans le cas peu probable où ils perdraient, ce serait le début d'une contre-attaque, et──
'''«Shut up!! Your stupid world can eat shit, it can!! Pft!»'''


"...... eh, uhm...... Ino-san.... ?
Having asserted her freedom to rebel, the girl crumpled. The siblings embraced her and kept her from falling. Veig gaped at last.


Plum, Kurami et Fiel ont continué, et à leurs côtés ──
It wasn’t from finally observing the giant object towering over him. It was the girl held by the siblings in the now-empty cockpit at the top…the girl weeping tears of heartfelt joy that she was not alone—a girl beyond his knowledge, who looked down at a bird from heights beyond its knowledge…with a dazzling smile…beyond all knowledge.


"Vous pensiez qu'il n'y avait aucun moyen d'avoir un jeton assez précieux pour que l'Ancien Dieu accepte un jeu, non ?"
«…Uncle, did you…ever imagine…this…?»


Il était juste silencieux. Ce silence était comme l'état mental d'Ino.
She asked him whether this was a sight that effort and sensibility could get to—and that moment, a torrent of violence descended upon Veig’s unit…


Il y eut un autre choc qui secoua le ciel et la terre, avec lui, les lumières disparurent de Kannagiri, et les ténèbres tombèrent.
== Partie 4 ==


"Même Stephanie-dono a réussi à m'étonner."
Neither Veig nor any of the Dwarves watching through all of Hardenfell had ever imagined it, most likely. However, aside from Dwarves…the three who were watching at Til’s hideout did not seem all that surprised. Their eyes still on the monitor, they spoke admiringly…


Avec un choc difficile à décrire, Ino avait l'impression que son âme était en train de fondre.
“…Wow… A city can walk, can it…? Oh, is that also a spirit arm?”


"Mais une chose aussi insignifiante n'a pas d'importance, pas vrai♥ ?"
“To be more precise, it is a spirit-arm expansion connected to her hammer, on which she engraved my one-percent Heavenly Smite.”


Ino n'était plus un macho fluorescent. L'étrange lumière qui semblait pouvoir raccourcir votre durée de vie devenait de plus en plus faible, mais personne n'y prêtait attention.
“Observation: Height 9,700 meters. Length 74,200 meters. Cannon count 982. Definition: High-maneuver fortress class. Evidence of brilliance of Master. Excessive. Zero maturity. This unit loves that part of him, too… Blush.”


"Maintenant vous devriez comprendre qu'il y a une raison pour laquelle nous devons voler la Fédération de l'Est dès que possible... chaque fois que ces chocs irritants s'arrêtent ── Attendez une seconde, Fii !?? Tu es encore soûlé ?"
Steph knew those siblings… She’d imagined they’d do something unimaginable. No, she’d known it. So she watched the screen with a sense of resignation, as a shadow desperately ran from the storm falling from the mountain of steel…


"Quoi ? Oh Kurami, tu～ ton acuité visuelle est également faible～ Je ne suis pas ivre♥"
== Partie 5 ==


"──'Aussi' ?! Qu'est-ce qui est petit ? Essaie de le dire : mon acuité visuelle et quoi d'autre est petit !"!"
At the venue, rain fell from the heap of scrap—torrential rain deep underground where there was no sky. Each drop sliced the wind, pierced the ground, and created a deeper depth below the bottom.


"Eh～ ? N'est-ce pas votre poitrine, Mlle Planche à découper♪ ? kyaha☆"
“What a little man you are, Veig!! You talk big, but you’re the one who’s smaaaall!!”


"Je vais te coucher sur une planche à découper et te découper en trois tranches, espèce de poisson !!! Une idiote qui soumettrait sa pièce raciale pour avoir été piétinée a besoin de plus de nutriments pour son cerveau que pour sa poitrine, attendez, c'est ça, Stephanie Dola !" cria Kurami, les larmes aux yeux. Il ne servait à rien de se disputer au sujet de la poitrine de Fiel et de Leila, alors elle s'est tournée vers l'autre personne riche, et l'a regardée avec malice.
It was a hailstorm of scrap that accompanied the raucous laughter.


"Qu'est-ce qui t'arrive !? T'es venu aussi pour te vanter ? Quoi, les seins sont vraiment si importants !? C'est vraiment si mal de vivre modestement ?"
“You called this stage our hunting grounds?! What puny thoughts—what a tiny imagination!! As would be expected from someone so small-minded as to only appreciate big boobs—ah, it’s a veritable microcosm of your life!!”


Voyant Kurami se fâcher contre elle sans raison, Steph ne peut s'empêcher de crier :
“…You said…we could use any machines…and do anything with the venue, didn’t you?♪”


"Je n'arrête pas de vous dire que je suis venu vous remettre ce mot ! Quelqu'un peut-il m'écouter ?"　
Towering with a sneer on top was a giant mecha of junk—of the unwanted. Of unvalued failures and rejected scrap.


……. Mais on dirait que personne n'a voulu écouter. Steph regarde le plafond et verse une seule larme.
This was the gathering place for the things that might have not been mistakes. This was their home turf, they indicated with a sneer.


── C'est exact, personne n'écoutait.
“Who’s gonna take the time to hunt their prey after they’ve already lured them in?”


En fait, elle ne pouvait même pas se permettre d'écouter Ino.
Sora uproariously exposed the truth that was now assaulting Veig.


Il regardait par la fenêtre, mais à cause de l'agitation, ses muscles spirituels étaient carbonisés, non, ectoplasmés. Il ne fait que regarder par la fenêtre, le ciel enroulé comme un serpent, et pense, dans une demi-trance.
“If you’re gonna lure in your prey, obviously you’re gonna go straight to a trap, aren’t you, you scrub?!”


..... En résumé, dans ce jeu, ce n'est pas seulement la vie du participant qui est en jeu, mais aussi celle de chaque race, tout peut s'écrouler. C'est ce qu'ils disaient.
It was a cage, a trap. The junk itself, the venue itself, the soul of a girl who had patched failure to error itself—


Même si leurs souvenirs semblent avoir été effacés, tout le monde était d'accord, y compris Miko-sama, et même Ino lui-même.
'''“Ladies and gentlemen—the venue itself is our machine!! How do you like that?!”'''


Pourquoi tout le monde a accepté de prendre un tel risque ?
'''“…We of Blank call it…the Spirit of Mother Til…♪”'''


──Aah.... Miko-sama.
It literally looked down on Veig, nine hundred seventy times his size. Sora and Shiro cackled, back at the reins for their big counterattack.


Miko-sama croyait sûrement que Sora, non, que tout le monde la trahirait à coup sûr, mais elle croyait aussi qu'ils allaient gagner en plus. Sans faire un seul sacrifice... Miko-sama a dû le croire, et Ino, à son tour, a dû croire en elle.
—Come, O ye who declare yourselves infallible, those of the righteous world. Now our patchwork heap shall speak with iron and lightning and fire to test our Mother’s spirit. We shall now question the refuse that you have shorn away and discarded in your quest to forge. We ask: On what grounds did you reject us—?!


Mais, à la fin, ils ne s'entretuaient pas seulement, ils s'exterminaient les uns les autres... Qu'est-ce que Miko-sama a vu chez ces confrères ? Quelles étaient ses intentions quand elle a parié la pièce raciale ? Ce scénario.
“Personally, I’m not as into the NEXTs as the Arms Forts built by average schmucks to confront them.”


Le scénario où il n'y a pas de sacrifices. Juste là où──
In fiction, raw size is destined to be overthrown.


── Ino se posa cette question dans sa tête, mais il y avait quelqu'un qui a répondu.
Which is how we know that reality is different!! Indeed—!!


“................. Si c'est comme ça. Je vais lire le mot toute seule !"
'''“Raw mass is the secret to defeating genius, biiitch!! We haven’t designed this bullet hell with any place to hide! You trap ’em and smash ’em with sheer numbers! There’s no better tactic!! All you gotta do is win, baby, win!!”'''


C'était quelque chose que personne n'attendait d'elle, surtout après sa déclaration rejetée.
In reality—overkill is all the better!!


"Je les lirai dans l'ordre indiqué par Sora. Ce ne sont pas mes propres mots, d'accord ?"
Seated in the cockpit, Sora and Shiro controlled the massive body and filled the screen with projectiles.


Mais, c'était quelque chose que tout le monde attendait de ceux qui faisaient dire ça.
«The fock?! How’d you get such a crazy machine?!»


"Cher macho-sama dégoûtant, et tous les autres idiots rassemblés ici."
Veig screeched as he just barely managed to demi-shift from one empty location to another.


────
«What kinda Dwarf has the power to run a barmy monster like that?!»


C'est la première chose que Steph a dite. Non, c'est la première chose qu'on lui a dit de dire. Le vacarme s'est immédiatement calmé, et les pensées d'Ino sont revenues à la réalité. Elle était sous une pluie d'éclats perçants, mais Steph continua fermement :
Between that and the Heavenly Strike, Veig was sure now there were some spirits involved far outside the regulations. He raged at their perceived violation of the rules.


"Le pari sera que si Kurami et Fiel perdent, Blanc prendra tout."
……Ha. His opponents laughed in unison. They knew it: Dwarves were the perfect negative examples. After all, they were just half-right. Just as he guessed that the stage itself was their machine, but that wasn’t even close to enough. On Sora’s lap sat Shiro—and on her lap sat a girl whose face was scrunched in pain, but who still sneered with fearless irony—


"Quoi ? ........ Q-que dit cette fille──”
“Chieftain… You ask that now? I couldn’t even start up our first machine without boosting, I couldn’t.”


"Quoi～.... même s'il n'a rien fait～, il veut juste prendre les bonnes parties～ ?"
It seemed he had still overlooked the trick in Shiro’s arms. Yes, it was the murmuring of Til, the real trick, most impossible of all—


── La deuxième chose. Kurami l'entendit avec suspicion, et Fiel l'entendit sans dessoûler.
“To begin with…I can’t even use magic without boosting, I can’t.”


Le pari avec ces deux-là inclurait l'une des provinces d'Elven Garde, elles-mêmes, le sort de contre-mesure, etc. A l'origine, "tout" n'était qu'un appât... Mais celui qui l'a utilisé et a coupé leur retraite était Plum.
«—Huhhh?!»


"Il n'y a aucune chance que Plum, qui a l'initiative dans ce jeu, accepte ce changement" pensa Ino.
—that made Veig cry out in long-delayed recognition. Sora chuckled. Yes, a Dwarf so great as Veig probably couldn’t have imagined such a trick. Til, by nature, couldn’t even use magic, much less operate a supermassive spirit arm. For Til—


Mais les mots qui ont suivi ont volé cette initiative.
'''—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!'''


"Aussi, Leila sera ajoutée aux demandes de Kurami et Fiel, s'il vous plaît !"
Dwarves used catalysts because of the spiritual overload caused by their mithril—to synchronize externally. But Til didn’t have that mithril!! She wasn’t subject to such overload, or even load for that matter!! That was why she used boosting… Yes…the hidden truth that astonished Jibril when Til used her shift. Til couldn’t use magic without boosting. Conversely, that meant she could if she used boosting…


"Bien sûr, je vais m'offrir pour le plaisir♥ de mon chéri, je le jure sur les commandements !"
…It meant she could use boosting. For example: She could chain boost to boost on the chain reaction of explosions of the huge number of demi-shift anchors they’d planted, funnel the spirits into her hammer on which she’d engraved a Rite of Heavenly Smiting, and synchronize it into her body! With the vast amount of spirits thus summoned under her control, she could operate this leviathan assemblage of parts, this scrap on the stage on which she’d engraved seal rites…!!


"──Qu...Qu── oooooiiiiiiiiii !?"
… Yes, if a normal Dwarf tried this, they’d blow right up. It would be impossible and meaningless. Just as Til said, it would be as perverse an idea as building an underwater breathing apparatus for a fish. But for such an abnormal dwarf, it was both possible and essential. For Til—


──La troisième chose. Quand ils l'entendirent, Leila avait des pupilles en forme de cœur, Plum criait, et Ino resta sans voix.
'''—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!'''


Il s'en fichait si Ino perdait, c'était parce qu'il était dans cette position que Plum était capable de faire de telles demandes. Mais maintenant, disons qu'Ino a perdu, si Leila a été volée, et que les Dhampires était en danger d'être détruit......
«Wha—? Wait, whoa— Niecey, don’t tell me yours still hasn’t growwwn?!»


"Car avec ça, si Ino a perdu, une certaine race est maintenant en danger d'être détruite──"
“Heh…heh-heh, Ch-Chieftain…I’d like to see you burn in hell! I would…”


── Quant à la quatrième chose, tout le monde l'a écoutée avec stupéfaction.
Listening to their exchange, Sora, to be honest, was fairly sure by now this was not the case. But he still insisted: they had to be talking about beards!! So anyway—!


C'est vrai.... juste avec ça, la position de Plum était complètement inversée. Ino a accepté le jeu uniquement parce qu'il ne pouvait pas gagner sans l'aide de Plum.　
“Heh, this is the difference in natural gifts… Bow before the absolute wall you cannot overcome, Veig!!”


"Nous rejetons avec mépris les demandes de ce type. Je vous ferai travailler dur sans vous payer♪"
«Fock!! How can a Dwarf’s body endure that shite? You wanna kill my fockin’ niece?!»


Même si Plum retirait toutes ses demandes, il n'avait d'autre choix que de faire gagner Ino.
The transmission to Sora roared full of naked rage. Understandable. One percent of Jibril’s power—the power to run a supermassive machine like that—was as reckless as pouring rocket fuel into an automobile. Therefore…


Même si Kurami a rejeté le jeu, comme dans le plan original, leur chemin de retraite a été coupé.
“…Didn’t you say no mercy? A man’s word isn’t worth much these days, huh?”


Il est devenu complètement silencieux.
«—!!»


Avec le silence de tout le monde, la question d'Ino a reçu une réponse.
…Sora saw that Veig was thinking of taking a bullet and losing the game for Til’s sake, and Sora stopped him, making a face. If Til died, it would probably spell death for Sora and Shiro, who were holding her, too. Til was barely conscious, but still she held firm to her hammer and smiled.


C'est le scénario de qui ? Où est le scénario où personne n'est sacrifié ?
—Veig meant to lose intentionally.


Ce serait leur scénario. Ce scénario était juste là.
This man didn’t seem to understand what a humiliation that would be—!!


Tout ce qu'ils ont fait, c'est amener Leila ici, et avec juste quelques messages. Juste avec ça. Rien de plus, juste avec ça.
“To hell with your patronizing sympathy!! This is a trap—there’s no place for you to hide and no room for you to choose!!”


Les intentions de chacun ont été rejetées, utilisées, il n'y avait même plus de chemin de retraite.
Sora’s howl what seemed like a signal to that which sat somewhere in the supermassive machine behind the giant cannon that opened its mouth with a roar: another machine. Sora and the operator inside the additional cockpit announced savagely:


Voyant cet exploit étonnant, ils ont même ressenti des frissons, voilà comment était ce silence. Et c'est ce qu'a dit la porte-parole du frère et de la sœur :
“There’s only one future: Til’s complete victory!!”


"Et-et aussi.... Hmm ! Avant de lire la dernière phrase, voici"
«Whyyy, it’s time for the showwwdowwwn.♥»


──A cause de la panne, l'intérieur de la salle de réception était totalement sombre, personne ne pouvait voir le visage des autres. Il n'y avait que le silence. Pas de mots. Comme s'ils ressentaient la gravité de la situation, il était difficile de respirer dans cette pièce.
That moment, the light of the Holy Forge flashed from the barrel, and suddenly a metal glob blocked the opening. Connected to the muzzle, the object sparkled—and this time, Veig froze, mech and all. It was another legacy of the past that he could not mistake.


"Une lettre pour Kurami-san et Fiel-san... C'est bien si les autres la lisent aussi."
“Can you dodge a bomb? If you know a way, as a gamer, I’d very much like to know!”


── Rassemblant son courage, Steph se dépêche d'offrir quelque chose.
A bomb indeed, leaving no place to hide. A bomb called…yes, that’s right:


“.....................”
…The E-bomb…


Avec une lumière allumée par Fiel, on pouvait voir le visage de Kurami. Il était si ennuyeux et désintéressé qu'il avait l'air sinistre. Avec une politesse tout aussi inquiétante, Steph lui remis un objet... C'était un monocylindre.
== Partie 6 ==


Ils ont commandé un ornement en peau de serpent, quelque chose qui ne serait pas impoli, mais qui ne serait pas non plus trop formel, et ils le leur ont donné. D'un seul coup d'œil, tout le monde pouvait voir qu'il avait des ornements d'artisan de haute qualité.
In the cockpit behind the blazing E-bomb was Fiel, smiling.


Une fois qu'ils ont ouvert l'élégant cylindre, ils ont trouvé un seul morceau de papier à l'intérieur.
“Why, you’ll note that we’ve followed the rules to a T. And in a most sustainable way, if I might add.♥”


Kurami et Fiel ont illuminé ce morceau de papier. Puis Ino, et aussi Plum y ont jeté un coup d'oeil.
No magic other than seal rites. You lost if your core broke. And the players here were everyone…


Il y avait un " document diplomatique " officiel à l'intérieur.
“Anyone can very well recycle the unit we lost in, caaan’t theyyy?♥”


Il portait le sceau de la Fédération Elkia, ainsi que le sceau du roi du Royaume d'Elkia.
True, Til could connect and use Fiel’s unit. Also:


Il portait même la signature des deux monarques d'Elkian. Il semble que ce soit le message d'un souverain officiel.
“Incluuuding the seal of protection of that boorish fire, and incluuuding the seal rites on the unit.♪”


──C'était trop correct, il avait même une excellente calligraphie.
Fiel had in mind the seventh player, and their fifth trump card.


C'est ce qui était écrit là-dedans :
They hadn’t bothered with any seal rites for the specs, but they had bothered with seal rites.


"A nos chers amis, Kurami Zell-sama et Fiel Nirvallen-sama :
They had implemented an eighty-four-fold rite using the seal of protection of an Old Deus. And they’d used the Holy Forge, the power of Ocain, to enable shifting.


Nous sommes terriblement désolés de vous avoir invité dans notre humble maison alors que nous sommes occupés par notre voyage. Il était sûrement très difficile de préparer votre invasion en si peu de temps. Vous avez toute notre sympathie pour cela.
Til had subsumed Fiel’s unit and commandeered it under the protection of Ocain. And there was no rule that Til couldn’t use that thing shifted from her hideout!! Chlammy asked suspiciously of the merry Fiel, who occupied the same cockpit:


Bien que cela puisse être présomptueux et un peu informel, j'espère que nous pourrons continuer à être de bons amis à partir de maintenant.
“…Fi, I’ve been wondering: Whose idea was it to use the seal of Ocain’s protection?”


Nous espérons sincèrement que vous comprendrez que ces mots portent en eux notre plus grande gratitude :
She’d heard of the “rites of spirit-breaking” or whatever that they’d used in the War, such as Áka Si Anse—spells that used seal rites to call upon the protection of Kainas, creator of the Elves. But it was said they were no longer usable after the Ten Covenants. In that case, this thing Fiel produced must have been newly compiled, after the War.


'''BIEN FAIT POUR VOUS ! (lol)'''
…Who would have implemented a seal rite to call upon Ocain, of all gods? For that matter, even having grown up in Elven Gard, Chlammy had never heard of a spell that could un-quasi-shift such a large mass.


Avec amour,
“Mmm, I don’t know, myself. It’s been the Nirvalens’ ace in the hole for generations.”


Sora and Shiro
Fiel tilted her head. Yes, and they’d said this…


"Les 205ème monarques d'Elkia."　
“They said trump cards are trump cards because you don’t reveal them until the showdown.”


Et pour terminer sa dernière mission, Steph lit les dernières phrases :
Howeverrr… She gave Chlammy her greatest smile as she continued.


"J'ai cru en vous, j'ai crue que vous alliez nous trahiriez, je vous aime !"
“Why, my ultimate trump card is you, Chlammy.♪”


“..... Bon travail, tout le monde～.... Eh bien alors, au revoir.～♥"
Fiel had gone to such lengths as to reveal her family’s secret. She smiled at her best friend: They had lost—and that therefore was the victory planned. Chlammy beamed and reflexively looked away, embarrassed.


───── Et ainsi, le monde est devenu silencieux.
“If you say we can’t win…why, then we can’t win.”


Il était si silencieux qu'il semblait que le temps lui-même avait oublié de s'écouler. Dans ce silence, le lever du jour pouvait enfin être vu après une si longue nuit.
Yes…from the moment Chlammy had concluded that they couldn’t win…


Le monde était illuminé. Aah, c'était un long, long lever de soleil. De petits oiseaux chantaient, les feuilles frissonnaient et le bruit des vagues résonnait dans la salle de réception.
…Fiel had resigned from this game…


“.............. C'est assez élégant............ fufu"
So, they had requested of Sora and Shiro a friendly token of appreciation for their friendly cooperation. It was a condition of the deal, in other words: No matter who won—


Contrairement à tous les autres, qui étaient encore silencieux, Steph chuchota cela avec un sourire.
—Veig must be commanded to bear shame for the rest of his life…


Elle avait un regard éclairé. Non, c'était peut-être un regard de résignation. Quoi qu'il en soit, quand Ino vit que Steph avait atteint l'illumination, il fit un sourire amer.
“Whyyy, it doesn’t matter what you do as long as you win!! Our objective is to convict that thing, the offender! In which caaase, it doesn’t maaatter who uses whose power to win. As long as the crook gets his just deserts, we have wooon!!”


── S'il le mettait en quelques mots... C'était une chose incroyable.　
Fiel’s bright demeanor made Chlammy chuckle.


Sora et Shiro, comme Plum, avaient fait des préparatifs avant que leurs souvenirs ne soient effacés. Ils avaient lu le contenu du jeu de l'Ancien Dieu jusqu'à ce point.
“…Well, we do have to regret a little we didn’t make good on our chance to win directly.”


Ils croyaient sans le moindre doute que tout le monde allait les trahir l'un après l'autre.
“But we must count ourselves blessed to have been able to pummel you a bit.♪ After allll—”


C'est vrai, c'était une méthode à laquelle Sora et Shiro penseraient certainement, puisqu'ils avaient, plus que quiconque, une personnalité sale, tordue et brisée qui rendait tout le monde déçu, tant dans leur esprit que dans leur visage.
“Yes. We are really perfect outsiders to this matter. We’re not even friends, you know?”


── Gagner en trahissant et en trompant tout le monde.
As they snidely echoed Veig’s remarks, Chlammy had a thought.


Miko-sama y croyait, ces deux-là y croyaient, même Ino a dû commencer à se convaincre lui-même.
—They could win an unwinnable match through someone else’s power. Then how might they answer an unanswerable question?


Juste avec ça. Sérieusement, c'était vraiment magnifique.
“We’ll make others answer for us… In other words, as usual, we win through sophistry.”


"Eh bien, alors"
—Having had their past questioned: Have you paid your tab?


Ces deux-là lui ont montré qu'ils avaient besoin de chaque trahison. Ino s'est sentie un peu rafraîchie à cause de ça. Comme tout le monde, il louche sur le paysage teinté des couleurs de l'aurore, et réfléchit :
—They answered with their future: I will when I can…


──'Quand même, faire comme ça m'énerve, espèce de singe de merde.''
……


"Retournons discuter de la configuration du jeu. Love or Loved 2, ça va ?"
“…And so the puppet continued building the sky… The sky only they still could not see…”


Dit Ino avec un sourire rafraîchissant. Tous les autres avaient aussi un sourire rafraîchissant et ont continué :
In the cramped cockpit, Chlammy smiled subtly as she gazed upon the sky before her. They’d opened it for her, for Fi, for Jibril, the Werebeasts, the Old Deus, and Ex Machina… And now…


"Oui, c'est très bien. Au fait, Ino-san, je peux faire une demande ?"
“They’re opening up Til’s sky… Going on until they find their own…”


Cependant, la question et les réponses ont été faites avec des visages souriants :
== Partie 7 ==


"Pouvez-vous faire en sorte que les PNJ ressemblent à Sora ? aussi réaliste que possible."
At last, brilliant, blinding light.


"J'aimerais aussi vous le demander～, s'il vous plait～♪"
Til had gathered things from outside—welded them, forged them, patched them together in one wrong way after another. Now her fire melted them all together, and cast them as ingenuity, which she used to reach the sky.


"Ah, moi aussi ! Les faire exploser avec un grand boom serait le meilleur♪"
“…Uncle…have I…kept…my promise…?”


Tous les quatre souriaient encore, mais ils étaient tellement en colère qu'ils ont même coopéré,
The spirits raged, and her body ached as if it was about to break.


"Hahahaha. Comme vous le souhaitez. Je vais préparer un avatar parfait en utilisant les données de Sora-dono de la dernière partie. Mais ce ne serait pas amusant s'ils mourrait si facilement, n'est-ce pas ? J'élèverai aussi leur santé au maximum !"
“Have I…reached a sky…that no one has seen before?!”


Aah, c'étaient vraiment des amis. Des camarades.
The heat threatened to burn out her spirit corridor junction nerves. But alas, Til smiled regardless…


"Uhm, Ino-sama. Je jure sur ma race que nous allons gagner ce jeu mais──"　　　
“…Do you…want…to know…what it’s…like…?!”


"Oh mon Dieu... Maintenant que nous sommes du même côté, les mots n'ont plus de sens, Plum-dono"
By now, only one thing entered her muddied consciousness: the distant sky Til was sure she’d never imagined, and that no one else ever had—the feeling of floating in a deep, black sky, Veig too far behind to see, uncertain of whether he could hear the voice she wrung out, or even whether it was coming out at all—


C'est vrai, ils avaient acquis un ennemi commun, c'est sûr :
Still, she’d fulfill the promise of that distant day. She’d vowed that she would surpass him—and promised something to the bird of that day. She spelled out the wish she’d held in her heart, that her words, her smile would reach their destination.


"Pour envelopper Sora-dono dans une natte de bambou et le pendre à l'envers, je promets de coopérer avec le plein pouvoir de ma nation."
'''“You piece of shit, you’ll never understand, you won’t!! Serves you right, it does!! Pft!”'''


Ainsi, seuls Steph et Leila virent les camarades d'armes, marchant côte à côte....
«Niecey!! You got to get back at me, huh?! Ain’t ya imitatin’ me?!»


=== Partie 3 ===
Veig’s transmission came through at trace volume. Til did hear it, though, and she closed her eyes and grinned.


── Et ainsi, les chocs provenant de la planche de sugoroku de l'Ancien Dieu commencèrent à s'atténuer.
…Please. I’m about to fall under the delusion that I have become a bird, I do. But I know…that it’s just an illusion, I do. By tomorrow, perhaps even by one second in the future, I’ll be made to know


Et dans le paysage urbain où ils pariaient autrefois le continent contre la pièce d'Imanity, deux personnes se battaient maintenant pour le territoire de la Fédération de l'Est et d'Elven Garde.
Very well then…!! Making mistakes is my only specialty—!!


En utilisant les données personnelles de Sora de la dernière fois, et même les souvenirs de Kurami, ils ont créé des PNJs avec l'apparence de Sora et les ont rendus aussi réalistes que possible. Quand il les voit crier, Hatsuse Ino pense que c'était peut-être une erreur et grince des dents de frustration. Même si son intuition s'était émoussée depuis qu'il s'est retiré des lignes de front il y a longtemps, c'était encore─ !!!
—Assuming I can… Assuming that nothing’s impossible! I’ll fail again, and build up my mountain of mistakes, I will!!


"Salut, mon pote. Non, hé toi homme parmi les hommes...."
She’d lose her way, she’d get confused, she’d blunder—and every time, she’d cry and wail and gnash her teeth in vexation! Til would take the long way around like a perfect fool, getting lost repeatedly, pathetically drenched in tears and shame. She might never even know if it had meaning. But there was a sight that could only be seen by taking that foolish path.


Il y avait une voix dans son dos. Un PNJ Sora avec les statistiques d'Imanity l'avait surpris──
It could never be seen by those born with natural talent…by the birds that didn’t build airplanes.


Était-ce parce qu'ils avaient utilisé les données personnelles de Sora pour créer la meilleure copie possible ?
It could never be seen by the birds that had never felt that obsession: I want to fly anyway. There was such an entertaining sight to see, to be found in a place no one imagined.


Tout comme l'original, le PNJ Sora était capable de prédire leurs lignes de mouvement, et il se déplaçait d'une manière aussi insaisissable qu'un fantôme. Ino a claqué la langue une fois, s'est retourné à la vitesse de Dieu et a dirigé son arme vers la voix précédente, à savoir :
…I’m ready to make as many mistakes as it takes. I can say that now, I can…


“..... Comment c'était ?......... Je voulais me rapprocher de toi, même si c'était un peu, ça t'a plu ?"
And so, while Til went limp in Shiro’s arms—


"──────Meurt !"　
“…Well, bet this is news to you smart folks. Here’s the common knowledge of the weak. Listen with gratitude, yeah?!”


Sora bashfully approached with a red face and heart shaped pupils in a fundoshi, but even though he had somehow avoided his perception, Ino launched his first with godly speed. He launched that several meters through the main street, like a cannonball, until it went through a building with a thunderous roar. When he hit that , Ino’s fist made an explosive sound, as it broke the sound barrier.
—Sora howled at the shell of the E-bomb, which glowed like a star to announce it was ready for blast-off.


“.........whoops……… I did it again …....”
“…Generally speaking, things in the world don’t go the way you imagine…”


He had forgotten the love gun in the spur of the moment, having felt a sense of duty to eliminate all the evil in this world.
Just as they had sailed for India and mistakenly arrived in the New World; as they had tried to prove everything with mathematics and mistakenly refuted their mathematics; as they had built rockets to reach the moon and mistakenly dropped them on Earth…


── By touching Sora, his love power had decreased.
…As far as humans were concerned, perfection was a waste of time. They’d mess it up anyway. To seek mere perfection wasn’t going to do it. Therefore—!!


Since it was a one-on-one match with Kurami, if he ran out of love power, he would lose.
“Your thinking is too damn small!! If you want to fly, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go past the damn moon and crash into Mars by mistake!!”


Even though it was an instant touch, Ino gets flustered at the decrease in love power, and breaks into a run.
Well…yes…?


Sora was stuck to the wall like a stake, and Ino hits him in the nuts in order to end his life. Having struck his finishing blow, Ino jumps back to the main street with recovery in mind──
“Even if you get up and down backward, you might be able to go through the planet to the sky at the other side, right?♪”


“Hey wait a second!? You didn’t tell me you’d got his far!!” Kurami screamed as she continued to shoot a crowd of approaching Soras.
You might end up with a result better than perfect, right?


── The rules of the game hadn’t changed, of course.
«…You fockin’ with me? Shit—»
 
A man born with natural talent… A bird that flew by sensibility alone…transmitted back with a sense of awe at the unknown he’d never had before—or not in a long time at least.
 
Indeed…they couldn’t use the E-bomb. So he didn’t know what it was they were on the verge of launching. He didn’t know what it was to accomplish. He didn’t even know a thing about the heights where his niece floated now.
 
But even so! There was one thing he was sure about. He howled with a longing he’d never felt.
 
«So you’re saying you don’t know what the hell will happen. You’re bloody daft, aren’t ya?!»
 
If it might be the case that Til couldn’t take it—!! That instant, Veig’s unit appeared to get blown away and then vanished from sight. One soul raced forth through the air, with maneuvers uncapturable by Sora’s eyes, or by the venue’s cameras. It left no trace; the unit broken down, it raced past its limits, riding the force of a fist.
 
—I’ll overcome even that—
 
Detecting the single strike to end it, Sora smirked and answered inwardly.
 
—Yeah. That’s right! That’s how we live, as fools incapable of anything but straying and failing and erring. Bet it’s a breath of fresh air for smarty-pants jerks like you who live with all trial and no error, huh?
 
What’s gonna happen? How the hell would I know?!
 
“That’s why you gotta test that shit! That’s what we idiots call science!”
 
Sora sneered and activated the contents of the E-bomb in the muzzle, and a moment later Veig unleashed one soulful strike that pierced the shell.
 
== Partie 8 ==
 
It was a full-on collision of Veig’s and Til’s souls, entangling, stirring, radiating white. No one could tell whose soul it was anymore. Everything raced through the catalysts and through the minds of all present…
 
……
 
…The man had been born with outstanding sensibilities. Everyone knew him to be a genius. He too knew this, not as a matter of presumption or conceit, but as a proud matter of fact. He swung his hammer without guile, yet with ferocity. To create a work that was better—no, the best. An unprecedented masterpiece. A divine revelation!! He would enter that
 
realm only one before in the history of Dwarf, his ancestor, had laid eyes on. His eyes reflected the back of that genius who had laid his fingers on creation—the alteration of concepts. He would reach that extreme none had approached in six thousand years. The man who kept piling up successes was the second coming of that sublimity. Everyone was certain he would be the next chieftain. Amidst all this, the man was hurling invective at a strange kid who was following him around:
 
“Hey… Get lost already, would ya, fockin’ brat?! You’re gettin’ in the way of my work!!”
 
“I’m not getting in the way, I’m not. I’m seducing my future husband, I am.”
 
The one contradicting him as if it was nothing was, at the time, a little girl. The one who called herself his future wife.
 
“If you think I’m getting in your way, that just proves you have feelings for me, doesn’t it, Uncle? Doesn’t it?!”
 
“Niecey, you’re gonna stand there winkin’ and blowin’ kisses at me like some bloody fool? I’ve feelings, harsh feelings!”
 
She was the precocious daughter of one of his older stepsisters, and she’d taken an inexplicable shine to him.
 
“I ain’t got no interest in some kid who ain’t even got any hair grown in yet—can’t bear to look at ya. Piss off,” he commanded.
 
The child shuddered at the man’s sharp one-eyed glare.
 
That was that. Everyone kept their distance from him. His eye had the gift of ending the conversation. Even children always grasped the point that he lived in a different world…until then…
 
“H-how do you know that I’m smooth?! Have you seen it?!”
 
But this child shuddered because she suspected he had looked at her naked. Incidentally, this was the fifth time this exchange had occurred. In other words—
 
“You peeped on me?! You licked me all over with your eyes, how can I get married now, you should take responsibility, and then I’ll be the wife of the chieftain, what a way to marry up, it is! Come, come, come, Mr. Sir? If you’ll marry me, I can show you my body aaany—”
 
“I can see from your face you ain’t got no beard, all right?! Don’t blush. Why are ya strippin’?!”
 
“Ah!! No, I don’t want to be the wife of some pervert who lusts after children, I don’t!!”
 
“Listen to me, will ya?! Wait, didn’t you just say you were seducing me? What do you want?!”
 
No matter how he tried to get rid of her, she kept coming. The man clutched his head.
 
—The hell’s with this fockin’ brat? His niece had a strange way with words. But more than anything, it was his own sense of discomfort that confused him. Never having experienced failure or discouragement, the feeling was altogether unfamiliar to him. It would be a while before he realized it was his first experience of anger.
 
“…Listen, Niecey. I’m a fockin’ genius. And that makes me a bloody fine man. You followin’ me?”
 
“Ah! S-so you mean, when I marry you, I’ll be a fine woman?!”
 
“Argh, that ain’t it at all. This is the problem. You ain’t good for me, is what I’m sayin’.”
 
Back then, he had concluded thus:
 
“You’ll never be a fine woman.”
 
 
 
“…Uh-huhhh… What is a fine woman…?”
 
“First of all, she’s an adult with hair. You’re out of the question. And she’s a woman who fits me. Let’s see… So first, she has big boobs. And then, if her spirit-arm craft ain’t at least on my level, I ain’t messin’ with that, either. Otherwise, hmm, she’s damn beautiful and damn chaste and damn sexy as far as I’m concerned. That’s what it means to be a fine woman.”
 
“…Uncle, that’s just a fantasy woman, it is.”
 
“Rngh?”
 
“I-I—I mean, there are no Dwarves with big boobs, there aren’t! And everything after the ‘Otherwise, hmm’ is exactly what my aunts told me virgins fantasize about, it is! Uncle, are you a virgin? By the way, what is a virgin?!”
 
“Shut up! What’s wrong with an outta-this-world man wanting an outta-this-world woman? Those fockin’ sisters of mine!!”
 
And then:
 
“Heh, you’re hopeless, you are. I’ll just have to become a fine woman for you, I will.”
 
……Suddenly…
 
“In another thirteen, I’ll be an adult, I will. I’ll be downright bushy, I will!! I’ll be beautiful, and oh so chaste, whatever that means, I will! Then you just have to get me sexy, and that’s that, it is!!”
 
…the child whose pale blue eyes sparkled as she spoke started to feel extremely dissatisfied.
 
“I’ll do my best to make spirit arms like you, I will. If you just give up on the big boobs, I’ll be such a fine woman, right in front of you! And I’ll help you stop being a virgin, I will!!”
 
She smiled as if to ask: So what is a virgin? He thrust back feelings he didn’t understand himself—
 
“It ain’t happening. Such a good-for-nothin’ ain’t ever gonna get how to make spirit arms.”
 
…And that—
 
was the man’s first misreading…
 
“……A good-for-nothing…? …What? You mean me…?”
 
…What? What’s with those teary eyes like you can’t believe what you just heard?! The man felt ever more uncomfortable.
 
“Wh-why nottt? I-I’ll d-do my best, I will.”
 
“Your best ain’t gonna do it…!! Why can’t you see?!”
 
Ah—the child truly didn’t understand.
 
Dwarf was a race that created exactly what it imagined. But she didn’t see that she didn’t see what he saw. She’d never even imagined she might not have talent. The man stood bewildered as to why that was so uncomfortable for him.
 
“…I…I just don’t—understand, I don’t… A-after all…”
 
She rebutted between sobs.
 
“…Uncle, you don’t understand why I don’t understand, you don’t!”
 
And at last the man had his answer.
 
'''“U-Uncle—you can’t overcome the limits of your own imagination, you can’t!!”'''
 
“R-really…I’ve already surpassed your imagination, by being unimaginable to you, I have. I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you easily… S-see, I’ve won the argument, I have!”
 
…Indeed…the man himself did not understand the child. He couldn’t imagine what she was thinking, what she was feeling, what…she was crying about… The man she admired over all others had told her she was good for nothing. But she argued against that absolute pronouncement and declared that she’d yet overcome it, weeping and despairing while her eyes burned with blue fire. It was that paradox that baffled the man who never strayed or erred:
 
…He feared that unimaginable child…
 
…The man had been born with outstanding sensibilities. They grasped even that divine realm only his ancestor had seen. And thereby he became the first in history to reach the extreme that in over six thousand years no one had been able to approach.
 
And then? What next?
 
The man could only imagine following in the footsteps of his ancestor, but still he had a hunch. Given all this, what was it that his ancestor had seen before he reached this realm?
 
He couldn’t have been a normal Dwarf. He must have been different, something unreadable, incomprehensible, unimaginable… Rather like that well-endowed lady his ancestor was said to have loved…or—
 
“I—I promise I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you, I do.”
 
—like the paradoxical child declaring this irresolute resolution—
 
“…Arright then. Go make a spirit arm that surpasses mine and bring it back here.”
 
—to overcome six thousand years of Dwarven stagnation…and the limits of sensibility—
 
“I’ll be here waiting for the damn fine woman who can beat me. It’s a promise.”
 
—to become a damn fine woman.
 
The man and the child joined pinkies in a solemn oath. He didn’t understand what was meant by her eyes, which looked up at him holding back tears. But he decided that, until he understood, until he was surpassed—he’d be the finest man imaginable…to be a good match for such a fine woman.
 
But the child fled…
 
She was still a paradox, while he still did not understand her at all, running even as he chased. The days and months passed idly—until one day…
 
…the man fell right into the trap of two strange Immanities. The otherworlders were winning while running from their past. The contradiction made the man sure: These two would know why the child ran.
 
…And his hunch was proven right. However—
 
“…A damn ham-fisted resolution… I was the one running, huh?”
 
—as their consciousnesses melded and the man touched the soul of the child from back then, he laughed at himself. He’d been called out on his limits—and he himself had run from overcoming them.
 
And from trying to imagine why the child had cried that day. Her eyes, heavy with unease, had sought—
 
—someone to be her place of belonging, to take her fumbling hand as she looked up to that sky where she knew she couldn’t fly…in that darkness as deep as her will. That was all… The man shouldn’t have waited to be surpassed. He should have sought with the child a way to surpass his limits.
 
“… Really? Is that really how it is? You were running? Are you sure?”
 
In their melding consciousnesses, the sarcastic laughter of a young man interrupted their thoughts.
 
“You think falling into the junk heap with Til and becoming like Shiro and me is not running? You think that’s being right? Yeah, maybe it is. But maybe it isn’t.”
 
Was the man running from his tab? From the paradoxical child who hoped for what he couldn’t imagine? From his paradoxical self who tried to understand a child he couldn’t? Chasing after the child who fled against his sensibilities that told him it was impossible, going so far as to put us on the hook…
 
So, what’s the difference between running and running from running…?
 
== Partie 9 ==
 
And so…the impact that shook to the surface left the cave. The force that connected the parts of the massive body ceased, and pieces of metal fell like hail. Through the whirlwind of dust walked a man who carried an unconscious girl. A rusty man. His mithril had lost its luster due to spiritual overload, his hair and his beard now rusted over… But strangely it seemed to be the true form of a man with the surname Drauvnir. It seemed proof of the way of life of a fool, using and abusing himself to overcome himself, not knowing what would happen, unafraid of overload—the only one to overcome the limits of his race…
 
I won’t let her die. The man had sacrificed his frame and overcome his limits to save his niece. But then suddenly—seeing her unconscious in his arms yet unwilling to release her hammer, looking genuinely happy, her chest rising and falling dramatically in sleep, smiling—
 
“……Ha…ha…! Haaa—ha-ha-haaa…!!”
 
—the man at last collapsed, like his broken soul sword, spread-eagled over the ground laughing.
 
“…Ahh… My fockin’ niece beat me good… The future is hers… I’ve lost…”
 
Yes: Veig recognized his defeat. He looked up to the heavens—and at last, he and all the Dwarves watching the broadcast—
 
—saw…the sky…
 
An unknown sky, inconceivable underground…yet they saw it. That of which Til had spoken—just as that which had closed off the sky before had broken, for the first time in six thousand years, it was pried open—that which lay beyond the high blue sky…
 
“…You feel that, Veig Drauvnir? You see how small you are, how shitty your taste?” asked one of the shadows peering down at him. The shadowy figure glanced at the group that Jibril had saved the moment Veig’s core had broken.
 
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“You gotta fight with people on your level. Sorry, man. You’re just not up to playing me yet.”
 
Ah, what a small man he had been. Veig looked up at Sora, seeing in him a very different kind of man.
 
“…Small boobs, big boobs, even humongous boobs; fake boobs and real boobs… They are all boobs…”
 
A big man… Such a big man. Sora eyed him calmly.
 
“If you claim to love boobs, how can you speak of right or wrong? Speak of love.”
 
The big, big man’s voice was so clear you could hear him all the way to nirvana.
 
“To reject boobs other than those of the uniform ponderous size you favor as fake, and to impose this view on others…”
 
No censure, no blame, no scorn or spite could be heard in his voice…only the sound of a man who had obtained enlightenment and imparted to the world the truth.
 
“To speak to such a soul is less than my soul is worth.”
 
…Dost thou find it wonderful? Then may it be wonderful. No one can violate thy freedom to so find it. Then why, in speaking thy feelings, shalt thou denigrate others’? Indeed…
 
“Ideal tits? They’re perfect if you work on them? Ahh, how small, how small!!”
 
It was he, Veig, who had lacked confidence. Whereas this immeasurable man, as vast as the sky, had stood from the beginning far beyond Veig, on a higher plane.
 
…He was one truly great virgin. Yes…
 
“If ya want ideal boobs, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go for the woman who goes way the hell past your ideals, are ya?!”
 
Ah…it was just as his fockin’ niece had said. The child that day had already surpassed him…and now she’d become a fine woman who surpassed his imagination. Sora smiled at this, too.
 
“…Yeah. It was my limit to pursue mere perfection.”
 
Veig felt he’d seen for the first time what that child kept yearning for. She hadn’t been looking at the birds. From the very start, she’d been looking at the sky in which they flew…
 
“…Ah, finally I can see what my fockin’ niece saw.”
 
That sky one wished for and longed for and pined for and yet could never imagine: that which he’d always pursued…the ideal big tits that surpassed the perfect… Ah, yes…
 
Bwoing…
 
Veig gazed innocently at Til as she slept, her rising and falling chest—her humongous boobs. Tits of such excess as to look a little unbalanced, allowing statuesque beauty to crumble. He smiled at this ideal he’d finally found, an ideal beyond limits. He was happy……
 
== Partie 10 ==
 
Indeed… Only two in history had seen that divine realm. A third who had opened the door without being able to see it was responsible for this by-product of a successful failure. In the E-bomb shell had been placed two false ethers to conceptually resonate.
 
“Hey—th-these are heavy; I can’t even stand! ‘Big’ doesn’t even describe these!”
 
“You see, Dora, this is the conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob(?) essence’—”
 
“Analysis: Bust value of woman of unknown name. Provisionally categorized under handle ‘megatits.’ Very niche support.’”
 
“What are you talking about?! These are going to turn back, aren’t they? I can’t live like this!”
 
“Why, I’m fine if we don’t turn back, insofar as I’ve happened to match Chlammy. ”
 
“You must be joking! Why do I have even less now?! I won’t tolerate having no boobs! Hey, Fi, saying your small boobs match me, are you indirectly dissing me?! Give me back my boobs!”
 
“Query: This unit’s bust provisionally categorized under ‘ample bosom’… Questioning conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob essence.’”
 
“You see, it is not ‘big boob essence’ but ‘big boob(?) essence’—”
 
And there the ladies cavorted, their boobs changing randomly. Exactly as in the experiment four days earlier, except that this time it worked without an explosion. The conceptual rewriter used Lóni Drauvnir’s “big boob essence” along with one other false essence. Yes, just the same thing had happened as four days ago—instead of an explosion, it was its by-product. In other words:
 
“To summarize, it seems to be as in the experiment of four days ago, when, according to the sublime teachings of my masters, I engraved on unprocessed essence a seal identical to that for the big boob essence and activated this unidentified essence,” Jibril rehashed for the two who hadn’t been there. “I posit that a two-way reaction with the big boob essence
 
has generated a composite conceptual rewrite.”
 
Indeed…the principle was unknown. No one even understood how conceptual falsification worked. Thus, even Jibril was unable to explicate or elucidate this incomprehensibility. But she described it in words in such a rough manner as was possible. So:
 
“In short—the conceptual rewrite is in the form of a question: ‘Are these big boobs?’”
 
“These clearly cannot be described as big boobs!”
 
“Yes, you see, it is ‘big boob(?) essence,’ such as to make everyone ask, ‘These are big boobs?’”
 
……
 
== Partie 11 ==
 
“For the record, this is the first and last time I’m gonna play Cupid for anyone, all right?!”
 
Sora paid no attention to the commotion. He took the hand of his sister, apparently the only one unaffected: Big boobs? Where?
 
“For God’s sake, I’m still updating my years alive and without a girlfriend!! And now I’m supposed to help some d00d land a heroine?! And not just any heroine, but the one and only—the real thing—the brown legal Loli monster girl!”
 
“…I hope you find…happiness.♪ That’s one heroine…out of the running…”
 
The siblings walked away. Veig heard them loud and clear. He grinned softly at the sleeping face of his niece, who still smiled happily in his arms.
 
“…Ho… Bitches, I’ve heard your answer… I feel your soul…”
 
There was something the otherworldly siblings had never spoken of to the end. They hadn’t put that answer into words, or even returned it in their souls. Indeed…
 
“I was wrong to question you. Thanks for showin’ me…the sky…”
 
He got the sense that if they could beat this game world, they could say they’d fled to win… So:
 
“Lemme help ya build the sky of your future. Let’s be bosom buddies.”
 
They’d overthrow this game world, its rules, everything. They’d beat the world. Just you wait.
 
We’re coming for you next, friggin’ Earth…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Chapitre 5 : Pour répondre (Pragmatisme)[edit]

Et donc,

la marionnette s'enfuit vers le ciel que l'oisillon désirait tant,

vers ce monde étroit et sombre.

Oui...

Un ciel pour que la marionnette soit à l'abri du mal, pour sourire du cœur.

Un endroit où personne ne les piétinerait, où personne ne les blesserait,

aucune force ne les contraint, aucun besoin de changer.

Un nouveau monde où ils pourraient voler.

 

Ce jour-là,

L'oisillon savait très bien que ça ne serait probablement jamais le cas.

L'oisillon implora la marionnette, qui jura de se battre :

Aucun ciel ne vaut la peine de te voir souffrir.

Alors la marionnette, elle aussi, s'enfuit dans cette même cage.

Jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions un moyen de créer ce ciel,

c'est ce que pensait la marionnette dans ce monde étouffant.

Pensée et seulement pensée...

Doutant et vacillant, ne trouvant rien à chercher,

la marionnette pensait toujours à cette promesse :

 

Ce jour-là,

dans un nouveau pays, regardant les cieux,

voyant le bébé oiseau déployer ses ailes et sourire,

la marionnette vide - le ciel - Sora -

Traduit avec www.DeepL.com/Translator (version gratuite)

Partie 1[edit]

...Une scène remplie de l'écho de l'éruption de la Forge Sacrée... le site d'élimination des déchets.

Une gigantesque machine humanoïde argentée avance à pas lourds dans les ruines souterraines ensevelies sous les déchets métalliques. Des larmes coulent dans les yeux ardents de Veig qui marmonne avec désolation le premier souci de sa vie.

"... Ai-je vraiment fait quelque chose de si mal... ?"

Il se souvint des deux âmes qu'il avait fracassées après une lutte inattendue - l'âme de cette petite herbe étrangement coriace aux seins excellents, et l'âme de cette vipère incompréhensiblement toxique qui avait fait craquer son épée pour la première fois. Se balançant sombrement, vacillant en avant, il pensait :

...Que diable ai-je fait... ?

Veig se souvenait avoir été remercié, mais jamais blâmé. Pourtant, tout ce qu'il ressentait maintenant était un mystérieux sentiment de culpabilité gravé dans son âme trop profondément pour le nier. Maintenant, il se tenait là, devant la masse métallique tombée, la machine gisant sur le sol avec ses membres totalisés.

"...Ho... J'ai bien dit que je serais en retard, mais pour faire une sieste, tu as du cran, hein ?"

Veig a regardé attentivement le cadre cassé. Par le biais du système de communication, il a accusé ses pilotes de faire les morts.

Dans ce jeu, les attaques ne causent aucun dommage direct à la machine adverse. Par conséquent, tout dommage doit provenir d'une défaillance du rite ou d'une erreur de tir - ou être auto-infligé. Et honnêtement, c'était les deux. L'intuition de Veig lui a dit. Il a soulevé le corps brisé et a hurlé.

"Hey, je te parle !! Ton adversaire, c'est moi. Ne te retourne pas et ne meurs pas. Tu n'as aucun sens ?!"

En effet... Sora et Shiro n'ont jamais eu la moindre chance contre Veig dans une bataille d'armes spirituelles. Il était donc inévitable qu'ils perdent. Mais quand même...

"Tu n'as pas l'intention de te taire sans dire un mot sur ton âme, n'est-ce pas ? !"

Oui, ils avaient tenu tête à Veig avec une tempête de balles impensable. Mais ils n'ont rien emporté de leur âme, le barrage était trop fragile. Tout ce qu'il a fait c'est rejeter l'attaque de Veig et dire non à son âme...

Il n'a rien dit. Il n'a rien admis. Leur âme avait seulement rejeté la sienne et était restée inébranlable. Veig a serré les dents. S'ils pouvaient faire autant, alors pourquoi ?

Il souleva le cadre en ruine comme s'il le tenait par le col et se mit en colère :

“Quand allez-vous répondre à ma question ?!”

Et il a enfin obtenu une réponse.

"...Tout de suite, je le ferai. Je vais vous donner votre réponse, je vais le faire."

... Une voix a murmuré à travers la porte.

"Whuh ?!"

L'épave a soudainement répliqué en explosant, libérant un torrent d'âme fou. Elle lui répondit par une puissante imagerie qui lui vola momentanément sa conscience.

—……

Il était au fond d'un petit trou, sombre et exigu. Veig connaissait la fille qui pleurait en regardant le ciel, seule. Il la connaissait bien... la fille incapable de voler, qui plus que quiconque admirait les oiseaux qui volaient si haut.

Une fille paradoxale, elle savait qu'elle ne pouvait pas voler et pourtant elle levait les yeux au ciel... Elle pleurait même si elle avait abandonné... Le monde l'interrogeait avec des questions sans réponse - pourquoi elle avait fui, pourquoi elle n'avait pas essayé - puis lui demandait pourquoi elle pleurait... et la méprisait pour cela. Il l'a laissée dans ce trou... sans rien vouloir...

La fille solitaire... balançant son marteau à travers les larmes...... Il-

—……

Veig a essayé de tendre la main... mais blam, l'explosion a secoué la grotte et l'a tiré de sa rêverie. Dès qu'il a jeté un coup d'oeil autour de lui, peut-être plus tôt, il a deviné ce qui se passait. Il grimaça et hurla d'impatience.

"Quelle blague... Vous n'avez jamais eu personne là-dedans depuis le début ? C'était télécommandé... ?!"

Maintenant que tu le dis, il n'y avait aucune règle qui disait que tu devais piloter la machine... si ? S'ils le contrôlaient depuis un cockpit à l'extérieur du cadre, ils pouvaient le balancer sans problème.

Mais même si c'était télécommandé, ils devaient être connectés à leurs bras spirituels. Ce qui signifiait que faire exploser leur propre cadre si négligemment aurait des répercussions. Et en effet, le sol a tremblé avec une réaction en chaîne d'explosions l'une après l'autre dans toute la décharge.

Les esprits générés ont dessiné des lignes de lumière comme si elles circulaient dans des circuits gravés sur la scène. Le circuit de lumière convergeait pour le montrer :

La véritable unité !

Désireux de voir où se trouvait le vrai cockpit, Veig a suivi la lumière de l'esprit jusqu'à sa destination. Il s'est avéré qu'il se trouvait au centre de la scène tremblante, si loin que sa fonction zoom était tout juste suffisante pour le distinguer. Au sommet d'une plante particulièrement haute, ses yeux ont trouvé leur cible et se sont ouverts en grand. Il s'agissait d'une fille qu'il connaissait bien, debout sur le siège d'un cockpit ouvert.

"Vous demandez pourquoi j'ai fui ce monde sanglant, n'est-ce pas... ? ...C'est une question stupide, en effet."

Mais c'est une fille qu'il ne connaissait pas qui lui a murmuré. Ses yeux, embrasés d'un feu inextinguible, regardaient sa machine au loin. La fille, avec un morceau de ferraille en forme de marteau dans sa main, a parlé comme si elle déposait une déclaration de guerre. De son cœur, elle a dit son âme... pas des faits objectifs, mais ses sentiments :

"C'est parce que je méprise ce monde, vraiment."

Partie 2[edit]

Til’s voice, resolute, was yet like her limbs…jittery. She couldn’t help but tremble, because of what she saw down there from the open cockpit—Veig standing there in the venue that still quaked from the blasts—and because of the sparkling hammer in her right hand. Regardless—

“Don’t worry. We’ll blast off with you. We promised, didn’t we?”

“…Brother…always…keeps, his promises… Trust us, okay?”

—Sora’s and Shiro’s voices intoned from the seat in front of her, joyful but firm. And Til felt them holding her left hand tight. She broke into a smile to realize her trembling had somehow stopped…and she continued with her eyes fixed straight ahead on Veig’s machine, all the way through to the man inside.

“…I hate this country. I hate Hardenfell, I do.”

She reaffirmed her feelings—her belief. This arrogant world told her not to run. This

oppressive world told her not to be ashamed. Til looked up at its tireless way of life and sneered at it.

“I love the sky, I do… In this country…the sky is closed off, it is.”

The cave’s ceiling reminded her; lost and confused, she’d ended up in this dump before she knew it, and the world asked her, Why did you run? Now, Til knew the feeling of a hand in hers. Now, she knew another world—that of those two. Now, she could say it:

Ah…there never was a place for me here.

—Screw this place—!!

So—!

“I also hate the chieftain of this country. I hate you, I do…!”

The hammer sparkled ever brighter as Til’s words spilled out uncontrollably, with the pain that burned her up. What came back was a lonely, sorrowful chuckle. Til ground her teeth.

…She’d known—no, she’d had a hunch—that he’d say that. What he was saying. As if it was everything—

“I hate that…how everything’s just as you expected… I hate iiit!!”

Her voice impulsively swelled with the pain that only grew:

“I hate how you act like you’re so great, I do! I hate even more that you actually are, I do!!”

The dam had burst, and her feelings could no longer be contained.

“I hate how you advertise yourself as a genius, I do! I hate how I can’t argue because you actually are a genius, I do!! I hate how you look down on me, I do! I hate so much that it’s only natural because you’re above me, I do!! I hate how you’re so hairy!! You shaved too much, you say?! So what? Are you trying to rub it in? I wish you’d go to hell, I do!! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you—U-Uncle, you’re a pervert!! I hate you very, very, veeery much, I do!!”

«Whoa!! Come on, stop already or I’m really gonna cry! Goddamn!»

The momentum had flushed out everything Til wanted to say. Inattentive to the tearful begging over the comm system, Til caught her breath. As the shaking of the stage and the sparkling of her hammer and her pain all grew in speed, she wiped her tears. With a sharp, firm voice, she mulled over her words carefully and gave her answer:

“I hate you. That’s why I run. If that’s not enough for you to understand—”

Then in the spirit of the game:

“—I’ll sock it to you like this—and then I think you will understand, I do.”

Yes—seeing behind her eyelids the place the feeling of those two had taken her as they held her left hand, that black sky with a white bird, Til laid down the gauntlet sonorously.

“I fled to win—to honor my promise, I did.”

…A tactical withdrawal was made when one had a chance of victory… She had been just lost, but now it would be redefined—no. Each time another explosion went off, the spirits converged into her hammer, and it was that pain.

And now it had been redefined—!!

That pain had turned her conviction into that of the past. Til savagely swung her hammer as she—

—bellowed forth her soul with the stirring of a power beyond all normal conception throughout the venue.

“I fled for the sake of this day, when I’d surpass you, I diiid!!”

Partie 3[edit]

It was a power that all feared instinctively. The memories sleeping deep in their blood awakened. An outrageous power of a whole different rank, a whole different status, a whole different order of magnitude—quite literally a different level. The future brought on in the next few moments by this power beyond reason didn’t take someone like Veig to foresee. It was a strike from the heavens that sneered at every one of heaven’s gifts crawling atop the earth, judging them likewise of null value. No one could mistake that power. It was

a Heavenly Smite……

“Hey, whoaaa! I thought the Flügel wasn’t—hey, isn’t that against the rules?!”

From his machine—his cockpit—Veig screeched, blanching. Someone who wasn’t in the game—with magic that wasn’t even a seal rite!! His one eye searched in a panic for the Flügel, but in the next moment—

—he realized that the center of the crawling power…was Til’s hammer. And his one eye was opened by the roar over the comm system and the unheard-of shock that followed… Yes:

«Ultra-large-scale spirit-arm expansion—connect all!! Ariiiise!!!»

Til’s face wrenched in agony as she brought down the hammer. There was a flash as it bore through the cockpit…and through the plant below. With that, there came a moment of silence to the blast-stricken venue. And then…

“—?!!”

…a vertical oscillation unlike anything that had gone before tossed them. A heavy shock came from behind Veig. He dodged instinctively on the spot, but from the mass of metal that had only grazed him flowed a tempestuous soul.

……

A girl who wanted to imagine things that could not be imagined. A girl who wanted to fly though by no effort could she fly. Saying she could do nothing, she chased the bird in the sky for which there was nothing to do…

They said she was just running. They mocked that it was impossible. Her soul…

«I…knew it! …I knew it!! Better than anyone, I did…!!»

The transmission helped Veig crawl back to reality. But another—no, ten more—no, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand—innumerable storms of metal whipped through the stage and assaulted his unit like squalls.

Just scraps, they hadn’t much in the way of force or even speed. But every time the fierce soul contained in them scratched by his frame, it left residue. As Til’s voice, wheezing in agony, continued to come through, it pounded at Veig’s will, hard, so hard—

«So…you wanted me to live like you…? Fa-kew!!»

To live like them. Like a Dwarf. Without giving up. Without going astray or tiring. To try to overcome natural gifts. To live without shame or retreat. Indeed… Putting themselves on pedestals, though they couldn’t overcome Veig!! Looking as if they understood, talking as if they knew!! They’d called her rubbish, and then!! They’d all said it. They’d basically said this…

—Everyone else is doing it, so you should, too.

—You can dream you’ll be rewarded. Just do it—

—just shut up and do your work!!—

«I don’t like a world that tells me what to do… I hate it, I do!!»

I’ll never give in…

I’ll overcome the chieftain and destroy those dictates—!!

I’ll use measuring instruments and Elven theory. I’ll use anything to find a different way!

I’ll show him… So she thought…

«But…no matter what I did…I just…couldn’t find anything!!»

Just piling up failures. Bathed in error, lost, confused, making one mistake after another. At last surrendering to a false resignation, as paradoxical as ever. Unable to say anything in return… At some point…she came to think she’d forgotten those feelings, and just wandered, pathetically.

«…But—hee-hee… Now I know what to say—I do…»

Weeping, sobbing, yet the two souls grinned. At last Veig realized the true nature of the maelstrom of metal pounding his unit. And for the first time in his life, he said, It couldn’t be—he doubted his own intuition.

“……Hey… Ho. I must be hallucinating, ain’t I?”

He saw the whirlwind of metal converging. Not the ground shaking, but the stage moving. Not the metal flying, but just gathering. The parts, the catalysts were joining and coupling and assembling. The majestic waste disposal site was rising as one. The stage itself was wakening—and standing up. That was his impression. It was confirmed by Til’s announcement to everyone watching in Hardenfell, I’ll tell you, and the thing that towered before his eyes—a thing inconceivably gargantuan.

«You forge ahead without shame…as you will—but I, too…will do as I will, I will!!»

She’d led a life of shame—failing, contradicting herself, getting lost without end. Today, this moment, was what it had all been for, and for that she was proud. She trumpeted to all the world that had rejected her, just as they were taught:

«Shut up!! Your stupid world can eat shit, it can!! Pft!»

Having asserted her freedom to rebel, the girl crumpled. The siblings embraced her and kept her from falling. Veig gaped at last.

It wasn’t from finally observing the giant object towering over him. It was the girl held by the siblings in the now-empty cockpit at the top…the girl weeping tears of heartfelt joy that she was not alone—a girl beyond his knowledge, who looked down at a bird from heights beyond its knowledge…with a dazzling smile…beyond all knowledge.

«…Uncle, did you…ever imagine…this…?»

She asked him whether this was a sight that effort and sensibility could get to—and that moment, a torrent of violence descended upon Veig’s unit…

Partie 4[edit]

Neither Veig nor any of the Dwarves watching through all of Hardenfell had ever imagined it, most likely. However, aside from Dwarves…the three who were watching at Til’s hideout did not seem all that surprised. Their eyes still on the monitor, they spoke admiringly…

“…Wow… A city can walk, can it…? Oh, is that also a spirit arm?”

“To be more precise, it is a spirit-arm expansion connected to her hammer, on which she engraved my one-percent Heavenly Smite.”

“Observation: Height 9,700 meters. Length 74,200 meters. Cannon count 982. Definition: High-maneuver fortress class. Evidence of brilliance of Master. Excessive. Zero maturity. This unit loves that part of him, too… Blush.”

Steph knew those siblings… She’d imagined they’d do something unimaginable. No, she’d known it. So she watched the screen with a sense of resignation, as a shadow desperately ran from the storm falling from the mountain of steel…

Partie 5[edit]

At the venue, rain fell from the heap of scrap—torrential rain deep underground where there was no sky. Each drop sliced the wind, pierced the ground, and created a deeper depth below the bottom.

“What a little man you are, Veig!! You talk big, but you’re the one who’s smaaaall!!”

It was a hailstorm of scrap that accompanied the raucous laughter.

“You called this stage our hunting grounds?! What puny thoughts—what a tiny imagination!! As would be expected from someone so small-minded as to only appreciate big boobs—ah, it’s a veritable microcosm of your life!!”

“…You said…we could use any machines…and do anything with the venue, didn’t you?♪”

Towering with a sneer on top was a giant mecha of junk—of the unwanted. Of unvalued failures and rejected scrap.

This was the gathering place for the things that might have not been mistakes. This was their home turf, they indicated with a sneer.

“Who’s gonna take the time to hunt their prey after they’ve already lured them in?”

Sora uproariously exposed the truth that was now assaulting Veig.

“If you’re gonna lure in your prey, obviously you’re gonna go straight to a trap, aren’t you, you scrub?!”

It was a cage, a trap. The junk itself, the venue itself, the soul of a girl who had patched failure to error itself—

“Ladies and gentlemen—the venue itself is our machine!! How do you like that?!”

“…We of Blank call it…the Spirit of Mother Til…♪”

It literally looked down on Veig, nine hundred seventy times his size. Sora and Shiro cackled, back at the reins for their big counterattack.

—Come, O ye who declare yourselves infallible, those of the righteous world. Now our patchwork heap shall speak with iron and lightning and fire to test our Mother’s spirit. We shall now question the refuse that you have shorn away and discarded in your quest to forge. We ask: On what grounds did you reject us—?!

“Personally, I’m not as into the NEXTs as the Arms Forts built by average schmucks to confront them.”

In fiction, raw size is destined to be overthrown.

Which is how we know that reality is different!! Indeed—!!

“Raw mass is the secret to defeating genius, biiitch!! We haven’t designed this bullet hell with any place to hide! You trap ’em and smash ’em with sheer numbers! There’s no better tactic!! All you gotta do is win, baby, win!!”

In reality—overkill is all the better!!

Seated in the cockpit, Sora and Shiro controlled the massive body and filled the screen with projectiles.

«The fock?! How’d you get such a crazy machine?!»

Veig screeched as he just barely managed to demi-shift from one empty location to another.

«What kinda Dwarf has the power to run a barmy monster like that?!»

Between that and the Heavenly Strike, Veig was sure now there were some spirits involved far outside the regulations. He raged at their perceived violation of the rules.

……Ha. His opponents laughed in unison. They knew it: Dwarves were the perfect negative examples. After all, they were just half-right. Just as he guessed that the stage itself was their machine, but that wasn’t even close to enough. On Sora’s lap sat Shiro—and on her lap sat a girl whose face was scrunched in pain, but who still sneered with fearless irony—

“Chieftain… You ask that now? I couldn’t even start up our first machine without boosting, I couldn’t.”

It seemed he had still overlooked the trick in Shiro’s arms. Yes, it was the murmuring of Til, the real trick, most impossible of all—

“To begin with…I can’t even use magic without boosting, I can’t.”

«—Huhhh?!»

—that made Veig cry out in long-delayed recognition. Sora chuckled. Yes, a Dwarf so great as Veig probably couldn’t have imagined such a trick. Til, by nature, couldn’t even use magic, much less operate a supermassive spirit arm. For Til—

—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!

Dwarves used catalysts because of the spiritual overload caused by their mithril—to synchronize externally. But Til didn’t have that mithril!! She wasn’t subject to such overload, or even load for that matter!! That was why she used boosting… Yes…the hidden truth that astonished Jibril when Til used her shift. Til couldn’t use magic without boosting. Conversely, that meant she could if she used boosting…

…It meant she could use boosting. For example: She could chain boost to boost on the chain reaction of explosions of the huge number of demi-shift anchors they’d planted, funnel the spirits into her hammer on which she’d engraved a Rite of Heavenly Smiting, and synchronize it into her body! With the vast amount of spirits thus summoned under her control, she could operate this leviathan assemblage of parts, this scrap on the stage on which she’d engraved seal rites…!!

… Yes, if a normal Dwarf tried this, they’d blow right up. It would be impossible and meaningless. Just as Til said, it would be as perverse an idea as building an underwater breathing apparatus for a fish. But for such an abnormal dwarf, it was both possible and essential. For Til—

—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!

«Wha—? Wait, whoa— Niecey, don’t tell me yours still hasn’t growwwn?!»

“Heh…heh-heh, Ch-Chieftain…I’d like to see you burn in hell! I would…”

Listening to their exchange, Sora, to be honest, was fairly sure by now this was not the case. But he still insisted: they had to be talking about beards!! So anyway—!

“Heh, this is the difference in natural gifts… Bow before the absolute wall you cannot overcome, Veig!!”

«Fock!! How can a Dwarf’s body endure that shite? You wanna kill my fockin’ niece?!»

The transmission to Sora roared full of naked rage. Understandable. One percent of Jibril’s power—the power to run a supermassive machine like that—was as reckless as pouring rocket fuel into an automobile. Therefore…

“…Didn’t you say no mercy? A man’s word isn’t worth much these days, huh?”

«—!!»

…Sora saw that Veig was thinking of taking a bullet and losing the game for Til’s sake, and Sora stopped him, making a face. If Til died, it would probably spell death for Sora and Shiro, who were holding her, too. Til was barely conscious, but still she held firm to her hammer and smiled.

—Veig meant to lose intentionally.

This man didn’t seem to understand what a humiliation that would be—!!

“To hell with your patronizing sympathy!! This is a trap—there’s no place for you to hide and no room for you to choose!!”

Sora’s howl what seemed like a signal to that which sat somewhere in the supermassive machine behind the giant cannon that opened its mouth with a roar: another machine. Sora and the operator inside the additional cockpit announced savagely:

“There’s only one future: Til’s complete victory!!”

«Whyyy, it’s time for the showwwdowwwn.♥»

That moment, the light of the Holy Forge flashed from the barrel, and suddenly a metal glob blocked the opening. Connected to the muzzle, the object sparkled—and this time, Veig froze, mech and all. It was another legacy of the past that he could not mistake.

“Can you dodge a bomb? If you know a way, as a gamer, I’d very much like to know!”

A bomb indeed, leaving no place to hide. A bomb called…yes, that’s right:

…The E-bomb…

Partie 6[edit]

In the cockpit behind the blazing E-bomb was Fiel, smiling.

“Why, you’ll note that we’ve followed the rules to a T. And in a most sustainable way, if I might add.♥”

No magic other than seal rites. You lost if your core broke. And the players here were everyone…

“Anyone can very well recycle the unit we lost in, caaan’t theyyy?♥”

True, Til could connect and use Fiel’s unit. Also:

“Incluuuding the seal of protection of that boorish fire, and incluuuding the seal rites on the unit.♪”

Fiel had in mind the seventh player, and their fifth trump card.

They hadn’t bothered with any seal rites for the specs, but they had bothered with seal rites.

They had implemented an eighty-four-fold rite using the seal of protection of an Old Deus. And they’d used the Holy Forge, the power of Ocain, to enable shifting.

Til had subsumed Fiel’s unit and commandeered it under the protection of Ocain. And there was no rule that Til couldn’t use that thing shifted from her hideout!! Chlammy asked suspiciously of the merry Fiel, who occupied the same cockpit:

“…Fi, I’ve been wondering: Whose idea was it to use the seal of Ocain’s protection?”

She’d heard of the “rites of spirit-breaking” or whatever that they’d used in the War, such as Áka Si Anse—spells that used seal rites to call upon the protection of Kainas, creator of the Elves. But it was said they were no longer usable after the Ten Covenants. In that case, this thing Fiel produced must have been newly compiled, after the War.

…Who would have implemented a seal rite to call upon Ocain, of all gods? For that matter, even having grown up in Elven Gard, Chlammy had never heard of a spell that could un-quasi-shift such a large mass.

“Mmm, I don’t know, myself. It’s been the Nirvalens’ ace in the hole for generations.”

Fiel tilted her head. Yes, and they’d said this…

“They said trump cards are trump cards because you don’t reveal them until the showdown.”

Howeverrr… She gave Chlammy her greatest smile as she continued.

“Why, my ultimate trump card is you, Chlammy.♪”

Fiel had gone to such lengths as to reveal her family’s secret. She smiled at her best friend: They had lost—and that therefore was the victory planned. Chlammy beamed and reflexively looked away, embarrassed.

“If you say we can’t win…why, then we can’t win.”

Yes…from the moment Chlammy had concluded that they couldn’t win…

…Fiel had resigned from this game…

So, they had requested of Sora and Shiro a friendly token of appreciation for their friendly cooperation. It was a condition of the deal, in other words: No matter who won—

—Veig must be commanded to bear shame for the rest of his life…

“Whyyy, it doesn’t matter what you do as long as you win!! Our objective is to convict that thing, the offender! In which caaase, it doesn’t maaatter who uses whose power to win. As long as the crook gets his just deserts, we have wooon!!”

Fiel’s bright demeanor made Chlammy chuckle.

“…Well, we do have to regret a little we didn’t make good on our chance to win directly.”

“But we must count ourselves blessed to have been able to pummel you a bit.♪ After allll—”

“Yes. We are really perfect outsiders to this matter. We’re not even friends, you know?”

As they snidely echoed Veig’s remarks, Chlammy had a thought.

—They could win an unwinnable match through someone else’s power. Then how might they answer an unanswerable question?

“We’ll make others answer for us… In other words, as usual, we win through sophistry.”

—Having had their past questioned: Have you paid your tab?

—They answered with their future: I will when I can…

……

“…And so the puppet continued building the sky… The sky only they still could not see…”

In the cramped cockpit, Chlammy smiled subtly as she gazed upon the sky before her. They’d opened it for her, for Fi, for Jibril, the Werebeasts, the Old Deus, and Ex Machina… And now…

“They’re opening up Til’s sky… Going on until they find their own…”

Partie 7[edit]

At last, brilliant, blinding light.

Til had gathered things from outside—welded them, forged them, patched them together in one wrong way after another. Now her fire melted them all together, and cast them as ingenuity, which she used to reach the sky.

“…Uncle…have I…kept…my promise…?”

The spirits raged, and her body ached as if it was about to break.

“Have I…reached a sky…that no one has seen before?!”

The heat threatened to burn out her spirit corridor junction nerves. But alas, Til smiled regardless…

“…Do you…want…to know…what it’s…like…?!”

By now, only one thing entered her muddied consciousness: the distant sky Til was sure she’d never imagined, and that no one else ever had—the feeling of floating in a deep, black sky, Veig too far behind to see, uncertain of whether he could hear the voice she wrung out, or even whether it was coming out at all—

Still, she’d fulfill the promise of that distant day. She’d vowed that she would surpass him—and promised something to the bird of that day. She spelled out the wish she’d held in her heart, that her words, her smile would reach their destination.

“You piece of shit, you’ll never understand, you won’t!! Serves you right, it does!! Pft!”

«Niecey!! You got to get back at me, huh?! Ain’t ya imitatin’ me?!»

Veig’s transmission came through at trace volume. Til did hear it, though, and she closed her eyes and grinned.

…Please. I’m about to fall under the delusion that I have become a bird, I do. But I know…that it’s just an illusion, I do. By tomorrow, perhaps even by one second in the future, I’ll be made to know

Very well then…!! Making mistakes is my only specialty—!!

—Assuming I can… Assuming that nothing’s impossible! I’ll fail again, and build up my mountain of mistakes, I will!!

She’d lose her way, she’d get confused, she’d blunder—and every time, she’d cry and wail and gnash her teeth in vexation! Til would take the long way around like a perfect fool, getting lost repeatedly, pathetically drenched in tears and shame. She might never even know if it had meaning. But there was a sight that could only be seen by taking that foolish path.

It could never be seen by those born with natural talent…by the birds that didn’t build airplanes.

It could never be seen by the birds that had never felt that obsession: I want to fly anyway. There was such an entertaining sight to see, to be found in a place no one imagined.

…I’m ready to make as many mistakes as it takes. I can say that now, I can…

And so, while Til went limp in Shiro’s arms—

“…Well, bet this is news to you smart folks. Here’s the common knowledge of the weak. Listen with gratitude, yeah?!”

—Sora howled at the shell of the E-bomb, which glowed like a star to announce it was ready for blast-off.

“…Generally speaking, things in the world don’t go the way you imagine…”

Just as they had sailed for India and mistakenly arrived in the New World; as they had tried to prove everything with mathematics and mistakenly refuted their mathematics; as they had built rockets to reach the moon and mistakenly dropped them on Earth…

…As far as humans were concerned, perfection was a waste of time. They’d mess it up anyway. To seek mere perfection wasn’t going to do it. Therefore—!!

“Your thinking is too damn small!! If you want to fly, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go past the damn moon and crash into Mars by mistake!!”

Well…yes…?

“Even if you get up and down backward, you might be able to go through the planet to the sky at the other side, right?♪”

You might end up with a result better than perfect, right?

«…You fockin’ with me? Shit—»

A man born with natural talent… A bird that flew by sensibility alone…transmitted back with a sense of awe at the unknown he’d never had before—or not in a long time at least.

Indeed…they couldn’t use the E-bomb. So he didn’t know what it was they were on the verge of launching. He didn’t know what it was to accomplish. He didn’t even know a thing about the heights where his niece floated now.

But even so! There was one thing he was sure about. He howled with a longing he’d never felt.

«So you’re saying you don’t know what the hell will happen. You’re bloody daft, aren’t ya?!»

If it might be the case that Til couldn’t take it—!! That instant, Veig’s unit appeared to get blown away and then vanished from sight. One soul raced forth through the air, with maneuvers uncapturable by Sora’s eyes, or by the venue’s cameras. It left no trace; the unit broken down, it raced past its limits, riding the force of a fist.

—I’ll overcome even that—

Detecting the single strike to end it, Sora smirked and answered inwardly.

—Yeah. That’s right! That’s how we live, as fools incapable of anything but straying and failing and erring. Bet it’s a breath of fresh air for smarty-pants jerks like you who live with all trial and no error, huh?

What’s gonna happen? How the hell would I know?!

“That’s why you gotta test that shit! That’s what we idiots call science!”

Sora sneered and activated the contents of the E-bomb in the muzzle, and a moment later Veig unleashed one soulful strike that pierced the shell.

Partie 8[edit]

It was a full-on collision of Veig’s and Til’s souls, entangling, stirring, radiating white. No one could tell whose soul it was anymore. Everything raced through the catalysts and through the minds of all present…

……

…The man had been born with outstanding sensibilities. Everyone knew him to be a genius. He too knew this, not as a matter of presumption or conceit, but as a proud matter of fact. He swung his hammer without guile, yet with ferocity. To create a work that was better—no, the best. An unprecedented masterpiece. A divine revelation!! He would enter that

realm only one before in the history of Dwarf, his ancestor, had laid eyes on. His eyes reflected the back of that genius who had laid his fingers on creation—the alteration of concepts. He would reach that extreme none had approached in six thousand years. The man who kept piling up successes was the second coming of that sublimity. Everyone was certain he would be the next chieftain. Amidst all this, the man was hurling invective at a strange kid who was following him around:

“Hey… Get lost already, would ya, fockin’ brat?! You’re gettin’ in the way of my work!!”

“I’m not getting in the way, I’m not. I’m seducing my future husband, I am.”

The one contradicting him as if it was nothing was, at the time, a little girl. The one who called herself his future wife.

“If you think I’m getting in your way, that just proves you have feelings for me, doesn’t it, Uncle? Doesn’t it?!”

“Niecey, you’re gonna stand there winkin’ and blowin’ kisses at me like some bloody fool? I’ve feelings, harsh feelings!”

She was the precocious daughter of one of his older stepsisters, and she’d taken an inexplicable shine to him.

“I ain’t got no interest in some kid who ain’t even got any hair grown in yet—can’t bear to look at ya. Piss off,” he commanded.

The child shuddered at the man’s sharp one-eyed glare.

That was that. Everyone kept their distance from him. His eye had the gift of ending the conversation. Even children always grasped the point that he lived in a different world…until then…

“H-how do you know that I’m smooth?! Have you seen it?!”

But this child shuddered because she suspected he had looked at her naked. Incidentally, this was the fifth time this exchange had occurred. In other words—

“You peeped on me?! You licked me all over with your eyes, how can I get married now, you should take responsibility, and then I’ll be the wife of the chieftain, what a way to marry up, it is! Come, come, come, Mr. Sir? If you’ll marry me, I can show you my body aaany—”

“I can see from your face you ain’t got no beard, all right?! Don’t blush. Why are ya strippin’?!”

“Ah!! No, I don’t want to be the wife of some pervert who lusts after children, I don’t!!”

“Listen to me, will ya?! Wait, didn’t you just say you were seducing me? What do you want?!”

No matter how he tried to get rid of her, she kept coming. The man clutched his head.

—The hell’s with this fockin’ brat? His niece had a strange way with words. But more than anything, it was his own sense of discomfort that confused him. Never having experienced failure or discouragement, the feeling was altogether unfamiliar to him. It would be a while before he realized it was his first experience of anger.

“…Listen, Niecey. I’m a fockin’ genius. And that makes me a bloody fine man. You followin’ me?”

“Ah! S-so you mean, when I marry you, I’ll be a fine woman?!”

“Argh, that ain’t it at all. This is the problem. You ain’t good for me, is what I’m sayin’.”

Back then, he had concluded thus:

“You’ll never be a fine woman.”


“…Uh-huhhh… What is a fine woman…?”

“First of all, she’s an adult with hair. You’re out of the question. And she’s a woman who fits me. Let’s see… So first, she has big boobs. And then, if her spirit-arm craft ain’t at least on my level, I ain’t messin’ with that, either. Otherwise, hmm, she’s damn beautiful and damn chaste and damn sexy as far as I’m concerned. That’s what it means to be a fine woman.”

“…Uncle, that’s just a fantasy woman, it is.”

“Rngh?”

“I-I—I mean, there are no Dwarves with big boobs, there aren’t! And everything after the ‘Otherwise, hmm’ is exactly what my aunts told me virgins fantasize about, it is! Uncle, are you a virgin? By the way, what is a virgin?!”

“Shut up! What’s wrong with an outta-this-world man wanting an outta-this-world woman? Those fockin’ sisters of mine!!”

And then:

“Heh, you’re hopeless, you are. I’ll just have to become a fine woman for you, I will.”

……Suddenly…

“In another thirteen, I’ll be an adult, I will. I’ll be downright bushy, I will!! I’ll be beautiful, and oh so chaste, whatever that means, I will! Then you just have to get me sexy, and that’s that, it is!!”

…the child whose pale blue eyes sparkled as she spoke started to feel extremely dissatisfied.

“I’ll do my best to make spirit arms like you, I will. If you just give up on the big boobs, I’ll be such a fine woman, right in front of you! And I’ll help you stop being a virgin, I will!!”

She smiled as if to ask: So what is a virgin? He thrust back feelings he didn’t understand himself—

“It ain’t happening. Such a good-for-nothin’ ain’t ever gonna get how to make spirit arms.”

…And that—

was the man’s first misreading…

“……A good-for-nothing…? …What? You mean me…?”

…What? What’s with those teary eyes like you can’t believe what you just heard?! The man felt ever more uncomfortable.

“Wh-why nottt? I-I’ll d-do my best, I will.”

“Your best ain’t gonna do it…!! Why can’t you see?!”

Ah—the child truly didn’t understand.

Dwarf was a race that created exactly what it imagined. But she didn’t see that she didn’t see what he saw. She’d never even imagined she might not have talent. The man stood bewildered as to why that was so uncomfortable for him.

“…I…I just don’t—understand, I don’t… A-after all…”

She rebutted between sobs.

“…Uncle, you don’t understand why I don’t understand, you don’t!”

And at last the man had his answer.

“U-Uncle—you can’t overcome the limits of your own imagination, you can’t!!”

“R-really…I’ve already surpassed your imagination, by being unimaginable to you, I have. I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you easily… S-see, I’ve won the argument, I have!”

…Indeed…the man himself did not understand the child. He couldn’t imagine what she was thinking, what she was feeling, what…she was crying about… The man she admired over all others had told her she was good for nothing. But she argued against that absolute pronouncement and declared that she’d yet overcome it, weeping and despairing while her eyes burned with blue fire. It was that paradox that baffled the man who never strayed or erred:

…He feared that unimaginable child…

…The man had been born with outstanding sensibilities. They grasped even that divine realm only his ancestor had seen. And thereby he became the first in history to reach the extreme that in over six thousand years no one had been able to approach.

And then? What next?

The man could only imagine following in the footsteps of his ancestor, but still he had a hunch. Given all this, what was it that his ancestor had seen before he reached this realm?

He couldn’t have been a normal Dwarf. He must have been different, something unreadable, incomprehensible, unimaginable… Rather like that well-endowed lady his ancestor was said to have loved…or—

“I—I promise I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you, I do.”

—like the paradoxical child declaring this irresolute resolution—

“…Arright then. Go make a spirit arm that surpasses mine and bring it back here.”

—to overcome six thousand years of Dwarven stagnation…and the limits of sensibility—

“I’ll be here waiting for the damn fine woman who can beat me. It’s a promise.”

—to become a damn fine woman.

The man and the child joined pinkies in a solemn oath. He didn’t understand what was meant by her eyes, which looked up at him holding back tears. But he decided that, until he understood, until he was surpassed—he’d be the finest man imaginable…to be a good match for such a fine woman.

But the child fled…

She was still a paradox, while he still did not understand her at all, running even as he chased. The days and months passed idly—until one day…

…the man fell right into the trap of two strange Immanities. The otherworlders were winning while running from their past. The contradiction made the man sure: These two would know why the child ran.

…And his hunch was proven right. However—

“…A damn ham-fisted resolution… I was the one running, huh?”

—as their consciousnesses melded and the man touched the soul of the child from back then, he laughed at himself. He’d been called out on his limits—and he himself had run from overcoming them.

And from trying to imagine why the child had cried that day. Her eyes, heavy with unease, had sought—

—someone to be her place of belonging, to take her fumbling hand as she looked up to that sky where she knew she couldn’t fly…in that darkness as deep as her will. That was all… The man shouldn’t have waited to be surpassed. He should have sought with the child a way to surpass his limits.

“… Really? Is that really how it is? You were running? Are you sure?”

In their melding consciousnesses, the sarcastic laughter of a young man interrupted their thoughts.

“You think falling into the junk heap with Til and becoming like Shiro and me is not running? You think that’s being right? Yeah, maybe it is. But maybe it isn’t.”

Was the man running from his tab? From the paradoxical child who hoped for what he couldn’t imagine? From his paradoxical self who tried to understand a child he couldn’t? Chasing after the child who fled against his sensibilities that told him it was impossible, going so far as to put us on the hook…

So, what’s the difference between running and running from running…?

Partie 9[edit]

And so…the impact that shook to the surface left the cave. The force that connected the parts of the massive body ceased, and pieces of metal fell like hail. Through the whirlwind of dust walked a man who carried an unconscious girl. A rusty man. His mithril had lost its luster due to spiritual overload, his hair and his beard now rusted over… But strangely it seemed to be the true form of a man with the surname Drauvnir. It seemed proof of the way of life of a fool, using and abusing himself to overcome himself, not knowing what would happen, unafraid of overload—the only one to overcome the limits of his race…

I won’t let her die. The man had sacrificed his frame and overcome his limits to save his niece. But then suddenly—seeing her unconscious in his arms yet unwilling to release her hammer, looking genuinely happy, her chest rising and falling dramatically in sleep, smiling—

“……Ha…ha…! Haaa—ha-ha-haaa…!!”

—the man at last collapsed, like his broken soul sword, spread-eagled over the ground laughing.

“…Ahh… My fockin’ niece beat me good… The future is hers… I’ve lost…”

Yes: Veig recognized his defeat. He looked up to the heavens—and at last, he and all the Dwarves watching the broadcast—

—saw…the sky…

An unknown sky, inconceivable underground…yet they saw it. That of which Til had spoken—just as that which had closed off the sky before had broken, for the first time in six thousand years, it was pried open—that which lay beyond the high blue sky…

“…You feel that, Veig Drauvnir? You see how small you are, how shitty your taste?” asked one of the shadows peering down at him. The shadowy figure glanced at the group that Jibril had saved the moment Veig’s core had broken.

“You gotta fight with people on your level. Sorry, man. You’re just not up to playing me yet.”

Ah, what a small man he had been. Veig looked up at Sora, seeing in him a very different kind of man.

“…Small boobs, big boobs, even humongous boobs; fake boobs and real boobs… They are all boobs…”

A big man… Such a big man. Sora eyed him calmly.

“If you claim to love boobs, how can you speak of right or wrong? Speak of love.”

The big, big man’s voice was so clear you could hear him all the way to nirvana.

“To reject boobs other than those of the uniform ponderous size you favor as fake, and to impose this view on others…”

No censure, no blame, no scorn or spite could be heard in his voice…only the sound of a man who had obtained enlightenment and imparted to the world the truth.

“To speak to such a soul is less than my soul is worth.”

…Dost thou find it wonderful? Then may it be wonderful. No one can violate thy freedom to so find it. Then why, in speaking thy feelings, shalt thou denigrate others’? Indeed…

“Ideal tits? They’re perfect if you work on them? Ahh, how small, how small!!”

It was he, Veig, who had lacked confidence. Whereas this immeasurable man, as vast as the sky, had stood from the beginning far beyond Veig, on a higher plane.

…He was one truly great virgin. Yes…

“If ya want ideal boobs, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go for the woman who goes way the hell past your ideals, are ya?!”

Ah…it was just as his fockin’ niece had said. The child that day had already surpassed him…and now she’d become a fine woman who surpassed his imagination. Sora smiled at this, too.

“…Yeah. It was my limit to pursue mere perfection.”

Veig felt he’d seen for the first time what that child kept yearning for. She hadn’t been looking at the birds. From the very start, she’d been looking at the sky in which they flew…

“…Ah, finally I can see what my fockin’ niece saw.”

That sky one wished for and longed for and pined for and yet could never imagine: that which he’d always pursued…the ideal big tits that surpassed the perfect… Ah, yes…

Bwoing…

Veig gazed innocently at Til as she slept, her rising and falling chest—her humongous boobs. Tits of such excess as to look a little unbalanced, allowing statuesque beauty to crumble. He smiled at this ideal he’d finally found, an ideal beyond limits. He was happy……

Partie 10[edit]

Indeed… Only two in history had seen that divine realm. A third who had opened the door without being able to see it was responsible for this by-product of a successful failure. In the E-bomb shell had been placed two false ethers to conceptually resonate.

“Hey—th-these are heavy; I can’t even stand! ‘Big’ doesn’t even describe these!”

“You see, Dora, this is the conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob(?) essence’—”

“Analysis: Bust value of woman of unknown name. Provisionally categorized under handle ‘megatits.’ Very niche support.’”

“What are you talking about?! These are going to turn back, aren’t they? I can’t live like this!”

“Why, I’m fine if we don’t turn back, insofar as I’ve happened to match Chlammy. ”

“You must be joking! Why do I have even less now?! I won’t tolerate having no boobs! Hey, Fi, saying your small boobs match me, are you indirectly dissing me?! Give me back my boobs!”

“Query: This unit’s bust provisionally categorized under ‘ample bosom’… Questioning conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob essence.’”

“You see, it is not ‘big boob essence’ but ‘big boob(?) essence’—”

And there the ladies cavorted, their boobs changing randomly. Exactly as in the experiment four days earlier, except that this time it worked without an explosion. The conceptual rewriter used Lóni Drauvnir’s “big boob essence” along with one other false essence. Yes, just the same thing had happened as four days ago—instead of an explosion, it was its by-product. In other words:

“To summarize, it seems to be as in the experiment of four days ago, when, according to the sublime teachings of my masters, I engraved on unprocessed essence a seal identical to that for the big boob essence and activated this unidentified essence,” Jibril rehashed for the two who hadn’t been there. “I posit that a two-way reaction with the big boob essence

has generated a composite conceptual rewrite.”

Indeed…the principle was unknown. No one even understood how conceptual falsification worked. Thus, even Jibril was unable to explicate or elucidate this incomprehensibility. But she described it in words in such a rough manner as was possible. So:

“In short—the conceptual rewrite is in the form of a question: ‘Are these big boobs?’”

“These clearly cannot be described as big boobs!”

“Yes, you see, it is ‘big boob(?) essence,’ such as to make everyone ask, ‘These are big boobs?’”

……

Partie 11[edit]

“For the record, this is the first and last time I’m gonna play Cupid for anyone, all right?!”

Sora paid no attention to the commotion. He took the hand of his sister, apparently the only one unaffected: Big boobs? Where?

“For God’s sake, I’m still updating my years alive and without a girlfriend!! And now I’m supposed to help some d00d land a heroine?! And not just any heroine, but the one and only—the real thing—the brown legal Loli monster girl!”

“…I hope you find…happiness.♪ That’s one heroine…out of the running…”

The siblings walked away. Veig heard them loud and clear. He grinned softly at the sleeping face of his niece, who still smiled happily in his arms.

“…Ho… Bitches, I’ve heard your answer… I feel your soul…”

There was something the otherworldly siblings had never spoken of to the end. They hadn’t put that answer into words, or even returned it in their souls. Indeed…

“I was wrong to question you. Thanks for showin’ me…the sky…”

He got the sense that if they could beat this game world, they could say they’d fled to win… So:

“Lemme help ya build the sky of your future. Let’s be bosom buddies.”

They’d overthrow this game world, its rules, everything. They’d beat the world. Just you wait.

We’re coming for you next, friggin’ Earth…












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