Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

Although she was startled by the sudden change in the momentum of the Opera House, Lunicia nodded seriously: "Of course, I don't want to stay in this place at all. I just want to take Ella and Ashe back to Zerhal as soon as possible."

"Ms. Luna..."

"That sounds good."

"Zelhar? Never mind."

Lusa Efayeret lifted her bangs hard, and her pupils that seemed to be burning stared at Lunicia, as if to penetrate her soul, her will, and the deepest part of her existence.

"——Then please help me."

She placed one hand on her chest and bowed to Lunicia, but there was no request or pleading in her tone, only a command from a superior.

"Then, together we will raise the banner of revenge!"

……

"Aha……"

Lunicia sighed and leaned back against the cushions of the sofa.

"What's wrong, Lady Luna?"

"tired."

"Thank you for your hard work, Lady Luna. Would you like to rest on my lap?"

“We don’t need this anymore…?”

Ella seemed to be serious, so Lunicia could only refuse. Of course, it was not that she rejected contact with Ella, but Lunicia was still wearing armor. Regardless of the weight, the cold and hard feeling would probably make Ella feel uncomfortable. Lunicia was of course unwilling to do this. Anyway, the sofa cushions were enough for rest.

"Is this where Lusa usually rests?"

"Well, only that rude puppet would use a place like this."

"The mass-produced mechanical puppets of 'Iron Leviathan' are highly adaptable, and so are the elite models. Building such a place is probably just a part of their mental 'personality simulation'."

"Maybe... I am also missing my past life."

Hot tea and food were placed on the coffee table. The tea set looked like cheap porcelain bought from a roadside stall. The tea inside was made from cheap compressed tea bags. Although it didn't taste like boiled water, it was basically just a liquid with a hint of tea leaves and dyed with color. As for the food, it was even harder to describe. Although it was very filling and tasted like freeze-dried vegetables, meat, and eggs, it tasted like flour mixed with unknown hard objects. It also looked like white bricks and didn't look good at all.

"What did Lusa drink just now? It smelled delicious."

Although the "Opera House" has now left the room to arrange follow-up actions, Lunicia is still thinking about what is in the thermos cup she just held in her hand.

"Um..." Ella's expression was very subtle, "Please don't mind it, Lady Luna."

"It's impossible not to care, right?"

"Okay... that's coffee that's ground up with a grinder and then put into a kettle to boil..."

"Ah, is that something like that?"

"Please don't even think about trying."

"I don't quite understand it though." Lunisia looked at Ashcelin again and asked, "These are the rations they produce, right? Do the mechanical puppets of 'Iron Leviathan' also need this kind of stuff?"

"If possible, I hope Luna can ask the 'Opera House' directly. After all, this machine doesn't know their business secrets very well. As tactical puppets, they should often encounter situations where they cannot be resupplied nearby. In this case, the importance of endurance performance will increase. Adding the ability to decompose food can increase the means of replenishing energy and is also beneficial to mental health."

"I see."

Lunicia tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"I've never seen her eat before...Isn't this proof that she has recovered some of her spirit? After all, even the way she speaks has become the same as before."

"Ms. Luna really cares about her."

Ella didn't seem to understand this.

"Jealous?"

"Can you please stop holding on to your jealousy?!"

"Eh? Ah, because, she looks like she's waiting for someone to care about her, right...?"

"Because she looks so pitiful, you decided to care about her..."

"It doesn't sound good to say pity, does it? But anyway, she looks like she needs help, so it's normal to want to help her."

Although it is quite correct, it is indeed a very abnormal value in this world.

Even in the relatively peaceful and stable Myoland region, if someone "extends a helping hand to the other party because the other party seems to need help", such a person will definitely be called a pushover - "although the other party seems to need help, but chooses to ignore it" is the norm, while in more chaotic areas, "although the other party seems to need help, still plundering what can be plundered" will not be criticized.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that."

Ella simply responded with a gentle smile, just as Lunicia often did.

"No matter what happens, I will protect Lady Luna."

"Do I look that dangerous...?"

Lunicia couldn't help but tilt her head.

"Well, let's not talk about this for now."

Ella sat up straight and asked:

"What does Lady Luna think? Regarding the counterattack plan she proposed."

Staying on this small piece of land, no matter how long we persist, is just a doomed death. It is meaningless, except for adding a few entries to the list of the dead, there is no meaning at all. It is a stupid and cowardly death, not even qualified to pull down the rope of the curtain. Then let's counterattack - we have tried to leave here, and it turns out that without a strong enough external force, we can't leave this airship at all. Did you see the void floating from the outside? This is a closed barrier, a seal of the stomach. It is now isolated from the normal world. Just jumping out of the wall is not enough to escape, it will only return to the corridor somewhere.

So, will you continue to wait for your chance? Waiting for it to prey on a passing airship again, gambling that you will not be completely digested by then and the closure of space will really release this illusory possibility? Don't indulge in the non-existent Elpis. In three days at most, everything here will be covered by shadows. Do you want to start the tired and dangerous aimless echo in the corridor? Paladin, can you tolerate the next batch of victims being devoured and remain indifferent? Impossible, there is no such possibility.

How to do?

Everything here has its core - look at these logs, look at the words shrouded in madness and death, the core power department, what we have to do next is to completely stop this sad ship that has been wandering like a zombie for thousands of years, without will, soul, or self, and end everything related to it. As long as the heart is cut out, even a dragon will have to face death. Let us become the hunters who slaughter this airship and bring it the destined end that has been delayed for so long.

"Perhaps, if you hadn't shown up here, it would be okay for me to just wait for the end."

That’s what the woman known as “Opera” said.

"But now that you have appeared before me, I must do something. Otherwise, I, a rare playwright, would be a little sorry for the care of Black Summoning Blade."

She left behind these words - and the hope of victory.

"Victory - ah, that's right, a woman like her doesn't seem to like losing."

"No one likes to fail, right...?"

"The opponent is an existence that even Sister Systine couldn't deal with. This is indeed quite worrying..."

According to Rosa, when the airship she was on was being preyed on, Systine fought a very fierce battle to avoid losing her means of transportation, and even came into direct contact with "something" that existed in the core power department. However, the result was not optimistic - even the seemingly invincible Systine Perancine did not gain any advantage in the fight, and it can only be said that both sides suffered losses.

Now, what Lunicia and her group have to face is exactly this kind of monster that cannot be described by ordinary legendary rank.

Even if they listened to Rosa's battle plan, exchanged intelligence and combat data with each other, and had an understanding of the enemy's existence and countermeasures, it was still unknown whether they could really win in the end.

"But, Lady Luna will still fight, right?"

"Well, yes, there is no reason not to fight."

Lunicia and Ella smiled at each other.

——If I can defeat the enemy that Sister Systine couldn't defeat, even if it's just relying on everyone's strength, can it prove that I'm about to reach her back?

Perhaps it is just a small hope that we set to comfort ourselves when facing that unattainable goal.

Even so, the girl named Lunicia did not give up.

Whether it's the receding figure or the life-consuming brutality before her eyes, there's no sign of improvement in the situation. The so-called battle plan and the so-called motivation to keep going are all like self-deceiving words. Even so - she still has to move forward, in order to observe this world, whether it's waiting for salvation or not.

Is there despair ahead, or is there hope?

Before making a choice -

The shrill alarm sounded in the ears of the holy warrior.

Interlude: Voyage Log (Part 5)

[Unintelligible] Year, Month Mao, 32nd Diary:

[The report is illegible from the date onwards, and it is almost impossible to tell what is written]

……

[Unintelligible] is coming.

[UNINTELLIGIBLE] is looking at me.

This is [indecipherable], how much time do I have left?

Is it true that anyone can see this record?

No one should see it.

No one should see it.

Let this place be buried forever.

[Unidentifiable]

impossible.

It can't be done. This is the eternal coffin. This is the cradle. This is the cocoon. [Unrecognizable] This city in the sky built for perpetual navigation will never fall spontaneously. [Unrecognizable] "Cangyuan" was once our last hope, but now it is no longer reliable. Anyone can stop it, stop it, bury [Unrecognizable], bury everything here. We are already dead. Don't see this record. I pray to the Magic Web Tree not to let anyone approach here. If you approach [Unrecognizable], no one can be saved. All you can get is [Unrecognizable]. It's dripping, dripping, dripping! It's melting. [Unrecognizable] [Unrecognizable] [Unrecognizable], it's drying up. [Unrecognizable] is approaching, and time is running out.

Anyone who sees this record, commit suicide immediately. Destroy the body. If you can't do that, destroy the brain. [Unintelligible] You don't want to know what will happen next. Don't expect rescue. It's been a long time since we lost contact with our great motherland. [Unintelligible] How many times have we contacted each other? How long have we been here? It must be more than thirteen days. How long has it been here? [Unintelligible] The passage of time has also been disordered. I don't expect anyone to be able to stop it. [Unintelligible] Anyone is fine. If the person who sees this record has the ability, at least destroy everything here, don't leave any traces or residues, [Unintelligible], burn it all, smash it, don't leave anything. If you can't handle it, then commit suicide. At least choose the way you can die, don't be like me.

[Unidentifiable]

[Large areas of smearing and scratching]

I'm melting.

[Unidentifiable]

Someone was talking. I couldn't see him. I locked the door.

[Unidentifiable]

No use.

[Unidentifiable]

Everything is ruined. If anyone reads this record, dig out your eyes, don't read any more, [Unidentifiable] is watching you, from everywhere, from any angle, at any time, any [Unidentifiable], do you see the vision pouring down? Do you see [Unidentifiable] dripping from the ceiling? Are [Unidentifiable] and [Unidentifiable] okay? What did [Unidentifiable] do in the agency? What happened to [Unidentifiable]? That thing, that [Unidentifiable] has climbed out of the coffin, what have we done?

[Unidentifiable]

I'm melting.

[Unidentifiable]

The legs they grabbed have disappeared. It's all nonsense, I can hear, I didn't hear anything, that's not real, no, [Unrecognizable], you don't want to become like that, right? After reading this record, dig out your eyes and then commit suicide, remember to burn your brain, [Unrecognizable] will remember you. Singing, whose voice is that? It seems familiar. My consciousness has become blurred, what am I writing? It doesn't matter. Run away, try to run away, if you can't run away, die, you must die in your own hands. Don't give [Unrecognizable] any power, a little bit, half a bit, no, absolutely.

[UNINTELLIGIBLE] is singing.

Do [unidentifiable] people like her all like singing?

But why is there [unintelligible] singing here?

Am I still awake?

[Unidentifiable]

I am melting. Both my legs are gone. [Unrecognizable]. Dissolved, only black liquid is left. Can't touch, the liquid has no volume, can't be touched, there is no difference between it and air. [Unrecognizable] The dissolved part is spreading, how long can I live? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, let me record a little more. I am Tumiti Otto, serving in the Air Force [Unrecognizable], but what about the rest? What else? Is a name, gender and year the only things a person has?

[Unidentifiable]

I'm melting. I'm disappearing.

There is no blood, flesh or bones left. The melted part has completely disappeared. Nothing can be felt on the cross section. I can't hold on for long, but what am I writing? [Unintelligible], those who see this record, run, don't stop, although you can't escape. There is nothing outside, [Unintelligible], no sea of ​​clouds, no sky island, no sky, no ground, no water, nothing, [Unintelligible] there is only an animated void, this is not reality. Where have we landed? I sincerely hope that this is our grave, so that at least [Unrecognizable] will be sealed along with this ship, but this is impossible, [Unrecognizable] is just digesting, [Unrecognizable] will return to reality, if you can, bury us, this ship, and [Unrecognizable], send them to the bottom of the abyss fire, to the abyss of the sea tide, to the end of the sky, to the land of the void, to the end of the stars, anywhere is fine, bury [Unrecognizable], let reality, history, let everything forget [Unrecognizable] and us, we have committed the sin of [Unrecognizable], we will never be freed.

[Unidentifiable]

I'm melting.

I'm here

[The writing stopped halfway through, and only black ink can be seen for the rest. The name of the person who wrote it was not confirmed in this record.]

Chapter 27: The Advance of the Agency

"Drink--!!!"

He shouted while swinging the giant sword - the blade shining with pale golden light was deeply embedded in the wall, but an incredible phenomenon occurred. The shadow that should have been isolated from reality and existed only in its own world was "distorted" by the stabbing of the giant sword. It did not seem like it was cut, but rather like cloth stirred by a wooden stick, causing abnormal waves.