"System check complete. All parts link all green. No generator abnormalities, the balancer is running normally. OK. Stand up, evacuate."
"You guys! Evacuate!"
In keeping with my words, Mr. O'Rail waves to encourage the mechanics to evacuate.
Monitor the mechanics to see if they're off the fuselage, and I'll turn up the generator's output and operate the fuselage.
Slowly the airframe with its feet down from the carrier wakes up its upper body.
The monitor's vision gradually increased and the familiar view returned.
"How about that! Any abnormalities?
"No problem so far"
Time for the sun to approach the meadows and dye the whole thing red. A single armunale stood up there.
The body uses the Kingdom stuff intact, but the left arm diverts the Imperial stuff round.
The armor on the right leg had also been transformed by some of the outside into imperial objects, and the white paint painted from the top of the deep green was only slightly clear of the underlying colour.
It's a distorted airframe.
If it only looked like it, my previous fuselage might have been more distorted, but my current fuselage, which uses enemy parts, was pregnant with mental distortion than my previous fuselage.
"Something's wrong."
Do you feel that, Mr. Carine frowns as he looks up at the fuselage?
And yeah, it's Mr. Orrell who's snorting.
"I still don't like the parts of the empire. Because the standards are subtly different, the adjustment was troublesome."
"No, that's not what I'm talking about... if that's what you mean, I had a harder time! What the hell, that cockpit! Wiring is a mess, and I got the wings to rewrite all the code on my physical operator (sense board)!?
"Let's have no choice. I built more levers that had only one original. In a cockpit buried in a cutlet like that."
I hear two voices from the outside.
I move my gaze into my cockpit listening to the two arguments.
Gripped are two steering levers. It's not next to your usual seat, it's up there.
Two bars are stretched from the ceiling side, which leads to the manoeuvring lever. The point is, it's hanging.
The lever appears to be a system that allows operation due to the joints worn on the rod and that reads its range of motion and reflects it on the fuselage. I admire you both for making this stuff in one day often.
Incidentally, there were new monitors and buttons added to the right side that had ever been attached to the lever.
Thanks to this, the total number of monitors has increased and it is gratifying to be able to check the foot and rear in more detail than ever before. I can't get a full manual, but a half manual seems efficient enough. With this manoeuvring system, I even think I might be able to transplant it intact on the next fuselage. Well, in that case, I'll have to order from the artisans again.
"Well, it's time to start exercising."
Two arguments there, I check the feel of the buttons, levers and pedals to a certain extent and pass them around.
"Okay! Let's start with walking! If it doesn't seem to be a problem in a hurry, I'll be there at once!
"If there's anything unusual, tell me right away!
"I know."
I manipulated the lever and took the first step.
The sound of dang tapping the table echoes indoors.
The man sitting in the chair responds in the guise of tranquillity, even if he makes his shoulders jump bickly at the sound.
"Oh, my God, that sounds a lot frustrating."
"What is it? You think there's a reason not to be upset?"
What stared at the man was Lisette standing in the position where she pinched the table.
The dress is torn everywhere and the hair is messy. If it's the usual Lisette, she'll never get out in public, but she cares about the fist that slapped the table hard.
The guard soldiers who were around dropped their hips just a little so that they could move at any time.
"Depends on your response, I'll beat you up next time."
"Hmm, let's hear the question"
"What kind of retreat is that? You're not gonna keep getting hit so far and say you're gonna get away awesome without even fighting back, are you?
"… as it stands, we have to do so"
Moments later, Lisette grabs up the man's chest barn and waves his fist. But his fist is stopped by the soldiers around him, and he is pulled down and restrained on the spot.
"Get off me! I'm sorry if I didn't beat you up once!
"Captain Lisette, you should calm down a little. Here and now, if you fight back with your emotions, you will lose many of your men. And all we're waiting for is the fact that our men have been wiped out and the base reclaimed. At the end of the day, there's no way we're going into a choice. Or can you order your men to die? You must be the captain, too, huh? I guess I led my men this far. Can you tell them to die?
"It's..."
I couldn't argue with that. Naturally. We had the same pot of rice, laughed at each other, sometimes took men together and fought, sometimes having fun with multiple people.
There was no way I could tell such a member to come to death, etc., even if his mouth was ripped open.
"You won't be able to. Naturally. Neither do I. There's no way I can tell my men here to come and die senseless, etc. But now there is still a way left for them to survive. What's the point of choosing it?"
The commander rises from his chair and declares again for Lisette.
"We abandon the Camentorian base and escape tomorrow morning with all our strength from the East Gate. All units prepare to deploy immediately, and the task forces will act as instructed. This is the decision I made."
Soldiers who were suppressing Lisette let go of that hand and perform an imperial salute.
"Mr. Lisette."
"… Copy"
Lisette grabbed her fist with a good grip as she lay down on the carpet.
Lisette also knew, in her head, that this place should be retreated. In fact, on the battlefield, we were able to retreat without a proper emotional run.
But when the Commander asked me about the renunciation of the Camentorian base and the withdrawal of all the troops, in an instant, there was blood on my head and so much hot emotion that it seemed to boil. And if I noticed, I was grabbing the commander's chest position.
It was the first time I had ever raised a flag as a mercenary regiment to commit such an outrage.
I don't understand why I did this myself. With a good feeling, Lisette heads to the hangar where she has her own fuselage.
Once inside, the men who were repairing the fuselage rush in together.
"Captain! Please lend me the freshly drained makeup!
"Captain, where were you all of a sudden running out? Is that the bathroom?
"Captain, you're too busy! I want time to play!
"My womb is craving a man!
"Hey..."
Lisette sighs to the voices of her men who are so light on the battlefield and don't think they're surrounded by enemies. But I was happy with the lightness of it now.
"You must have been listening to orders from the commander! If you want time to play, finish it right by night! And I'll lend you the lotion later!
"Yay! Captain, I love you!
"By night, it's already night!? Besides, tomorrow at sunrise, the retreat begins! You don't have time for this!
"You can fix it while you fuck me if you have to!
"Just get to work!
To them who keep making noise with Wye, Lisette skips a drink.
Then they disband Pew like scattering spider children, returning to their respective jobs.
Lisette, who dropped it off, was called off by one woman when she left the hangar to sleep a little in preparation for tomorrow.
"Captain, do you have a minute?
"Teresena, what's wrong?
"It's a little hard to talk about here. Follow me."
Lisette continues after Teresena moving forward with her neck clenched.
A short walk down the street is a horse cabin in the corner of the base.
The horses are already asleep, surrounded by tranquility.
"Captain, no, Lisette. What do you want to do now?
"I don't think it's been a long time since Teresena called me by name."
The two were childhood friendly. He grew up in the same village, left the village to slacken his mouth, and finally set up what is now a mercenary regiment after a long bend.
Lisette rides the Armunale and fights the enemy, and Teresena manages the mercenary regiment's money.
Both were impermissible beings, trusting each other at a level that could no longer be called a community of destiny.
"Don't deceive me"
"... I knew you wouldn't delude me."
She is gazed straight at, and Lisette sighs.
"Surely it's not like me, is it? I can't believe I'm so upset about a dead man."
Even before, it was rotten enough for a man held on the battlefield to die in the next battle.
But if I never felt as sad as this one, I never would have been angry.
What, it's Lisette of Sharing that has just switched with a degree of feeling that she's dead and enjoyed looking for the next guy and the fight in front of her.
"Right, just change your mind..."
Let's make an escape operation tomorrow. I laughed that it was okay now, and when I tried to say that, the sound of the pan dried up all around me.
And the paralyzing pain spread on Lisette's cheek.
"Lisette, who are you? What did you set up this mercenary regiment for? Where did those words go when you asked me out?
"Words..."
With his hands on his slapped cheeks, Lisette remembers the words.
'I want to have fun. I want to live honestly. I don't want to live with patience in this place. So I'll make a place like that! Hey, why don't you come with Teresena? Enjoy your life as a woman, enjoy it the best!
"Are you living up to what you said then? Lying to your feelings and laughing that way is your fun way of life?
"But... I'm the captain of the regiment, so I got my men."
"We didn't follow you because you would protect us! Everyone came in longing for your way of life! Naturally I'm afraid to die, naturally I don't want to die! But more than that, I want to have fun with you! And yet, what are you gonna do with patience!
"That would be great! Should I have just stuck it in there! Or should I have punched the commander and left the base on my own!
"No! That's not what I'm talking about! I'm asking how you feel! My lord Kansas has been murdered, and what do you want to do with Lisette of Sharing!
"I don't..."
That's settled.
"I want to kill him! I hate you! You have no choice, because I really like your Excellency! There's no way I can switch! If I don't kill him, my anger won't subside!
If you noticed, there were large tears flowing from Lisette's eyes.
It was my first time. What really made me like people? I've made lovers out of play before, and I've slept with a lot of guys. But I've never really liked it before.
Some of the mercenaries left to marry their lovers. Lisette smiled and dropped them off.
But I didn't understand the inside. I was wondering if I'm really happy to stick to one man.
But for the first time, Lisette had fallen in love in the true sense of the word when she met Kansas, fought together, and spent the night together.
I want to be by his side. I want to call his name. I want to hear his voice.
But the thought will never come true again.
"Then what can I do for it? Isn't that what you should think? It's okay, they'll all follow you properly. Right?"
Teresena gradually looks back. Then came the shadows of the building.
"You guys."
My fellow mercenaries. They were supposed to be doing repairs in the hangar, everyone was crying in their eyes and sipping their noses.
"Guzz, it's okay! Do as the captain thinks!
"I did everything I could to fix it!
"I will only endure this evening, too! Let's all take our revenge!
"Yes! Don't forgive the man who crushed the captain's first love!
They raise their arms with AEEOO as they verbally express their determination.
Seeing her like that, Lisette realized that what she was trying to do was wrong.
And for those of them who made me realize, I try to thank them and stop it.
I felt like I wasn't like that and decided to spin the words I needed to say now.
"You guys! I'm not skipping and peeking! If the fuselage isn't repaired by tomorrow, I'll pay you less this month!
'That's a yea!
How dare they rush out and drop it off. All that remained were Lisette and Teresena.
"Really. I finally realized."
"Because I'm not making a proper love. This is not my area. Won't you give me more trouble?
"I'm sorry. Well, just a little change of plans to live like me."
Lisette changed her withdrawal plan only slightly to prioritize her emotions.
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"You managed to make it."
With the distorted aircraft, I arrived in Camentoria. It's time for the sun to rise.
With this sunrise, a simultaneous attack on Camentoria begins.
Battis, who finished repairing the fuselage before me, sent the princess's instructions to the main body one foot away.
"Tomorrow morning, with sunrise, we begin our attack on Camentoria. Retrieve the base with all your strength."
In time for this directive, Mr. Orrell and the maintenance team worked hard for me. I have to return the favor as an achievement.
He's ready to go, and he's got a vibrant army in Russia, and apparently he's got some movement on the other base. I feel noisy inside the base.
And I saw the sun on the horizon.
"All armies, assault begins!
All units begin marching in line with the instructions of the Jade Squad Leader. Together, the gates of the base were opened and enemy Abnomulet units marched out in unison.
But I feel less given the size of the base and the number of troops withdrawn from that fight.
But okay. If it comes out, just slap it.
I also step in the foot pedal and run the fuselage to Camentoria.
Shortly afterwards, a huge amount of light went up from the Camentoria to the sky, enough to fill in the colours of the sky that began to brighten.