Editing Unlimited Fafnir:Volume 9 Chapter 3 (section)

===Part 5===

"—Main Cannon Babel Replica, right on target. Midgardsormr's final defensive line—barriers number thirty-six to forty—Confirmed."

"Hmm... This firepower is pretty mediocre. It's a bit lacking considering it's a legacy from a lost civilization, Atlantis. It's quite doubtful whether it will reach the level of dragons even after completion."

Listening to his subordinate's report, Loki Jotunheim whispered in disinterest.

He was on the bridge of the battleship Naglfar. Staring intently at the small island on the other side of the broken barriers, Loki ordered.

"This fleet will remain on standby here. Transport a landing party using small boats. Hold the paratroopers for now. The island's automated air defense system could still be operational."

"Affirmative."

Listening to his subordinates pass on his orders to various locations, Loki quietly increased his killing intent.

This was to allow his blade to reach the head of the accursed "Gray"—



"They... have finally made a move."

Charlotte B. Lord was standing in the balcony of her private bedroom on the clock tower's top floor, murmuring with displeasure.

The damaged portions of Midgardsormr were too extensive and could no longer stop the fleet from invading.

"We clearly replied, saying we accept the inspection. Yet they still act with such brutality..."

"Our ploy to stall for time was too overt. The excuse that Midgardsormr is out of control and the barriers could not be lowered... It was a bit too contrived."

Standing a step behind Charlotte, Mica Stuart remarked in resignation.

"It couldn't be helped. There was no other way to delay the inspection. But... with this, we now know their stance."

With her hand on the balcony railing, Charlotte glared at the fleet sharply.

"This incident is fundamentally a war between Midgard and NIFL, conducted under the pretext of inspection. Their target is most likely me. However, students might get caught in the crossfire."

Saying that, Charlotte brought her thumb into her mouth and bit into it with her sharp canines.

Red droplets of blood flowed out from the wound, falling on the ground.

"Charlotte-sama, are you by any chance going to—"

Witnessing this scene. Mica's expression stiffened.

"Take out the blade, Mica."

"...Yes."

Ordered by Charlotte, Mica took out a knife hidden in her sleeve. Drawn from its sheath, the knife was deeply engraved with grooves resembling a leaf's veins.

"I entrust my blood to you. Become the Blood Lord's fang and carve my testament into their bodies."

"—Affirmative."

Kneeling on the floor, Mica offered up the knife reverently. Charlotte placed her hand on the knife, allowing the droplets of blood flowing from her finger to drip onto the blade.

Falling on the blade, the blood droplets entered the grooves, producing a red pattern on the knife. Once Charlotte withdrew her hand, Mica immediately returned the knife to its sheath.

"Hand all remaining 'Blood Bullets' to Haruka."

"You wish to have her attack people?"

Mica stood up, her face subtly clouding up.

"She is also a vassal who has exchanged a pact with me. It'd be a problem if she didn't pull her weight. Besides, they won't die unless they're shot in the head."

Charlotte declared coldly and licked the wound on her thumb. Immediately, the bleeding stopped and the wound itself disappeared completely.

"Understood. I shall inform her."

"Oh, make it quick. It'll be too late once students are captured as hostages. Initiative will fall into their hands."

"Very well."

Mica nodded and was about to leave the room when she paused with the door handle in her hand. Without turning around to face Charlotte, she asked:

"Are you really—certain? Using your authority in this manner... Living in the same manner as Leonardo-sama... This was not what you wished for."

Questioned, Charlotte continued to stare outside. With her back to Mica, she replied quietly.

"—I am certain. Before long, I will use this authority ''to dominate the world''. I have already resolved myself to be human no longer."

"...Charl! This obligation, you..."

"Mica."

Charlotte's sharp call stopped Mica who was turning around with a vehement voice.

"...Thank you."

Hearing Charlotte say these two words in a tiny voice, Mica clenched her fist instantly. Without continuing her sentence, she quickly departed.

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