Filling huge halls, people, people, people. A large crowd of humans gathered in the party hall lit by the enormous chandelier lights, each enjoying a drink and meal in his hands to bicker.
But this thousand will exceed. There are only so many people in the crowd who are purely enjoying the party in the true sense of the word that count. Here are the Powers in the EAP Alliance, and to them a party was nothing more than a place of business.
"No, not yet compared to Little Tokyo's leap forward. Because Mr. Lynn's work in the war ahead is where we grew up."
"No, I haven't. And we were able to fight thanks to the support of people like Mr. Chang."
Lynn responded with a smile and defeat to a man who would use his makeover with such expressions as making laughter.
The same kind of interaction that has been repeated over the course of two hours since the start of the party. Lynn, who was fed up with them without much content, when she found the face she saw in the crowd, put a "rude" no on the man before leaving the spot behind.
"Hey Mr. Sakura, are you enjoying yourself?
As he slid through those who came to find Lynn and try to speak up, he uttered his voice toward Sakura in his dress.
"Hmm? Oh, isn't that Lord Lynn? Of course I'm enjoying it!
An honest smile so much that even the less old Lynn feels innocent. Lynn was only a little thrilled, but as soon as she was sorry for her fiancée, she dismissed the feeling. She may just call herself, but she's publicly announcing Lynn's engagement to her esteemed Taylor.
"That was good. Would you like to talk a little? I'm a little tired."
Look at the crowd around you on the side and tell Lynn to whine. Sakura nodded in such a way that he knew better when he looked around him in the same way.
"You look like a tough guy. It's easier to decorate like I do. They barely talk about meaningless content. Most of the time, I can do it with just two things:" Oh, really? "and" I see, I'll consider it later. "
"Haha, it's the same thing over here. Plus, decorations are a long time ago. I heard, you know, you're going to be appointed as the CEO of a subsidiary."
"Mm, you're just so eary. Exactly, but you've got the HQ Director and the Fleet Commander at your head. I don't care what you think."
"Really? I hear it's like splitting up a company into two large subsidiaries. Instead of moving left, I think you're being entrusted with your destiny."
"... Hmm. I can't hide anything from you. Little Tokyo's intelligence department seems pretty good."
"Well, you're spending quite a budget. But then..."
When Lynn put her hand in her chest pocket, she pressed the switch on the bug proof device that was in there. The party venue had various anti-eavesdropping measures in place, but it was necessary to keep in mind.
"- Is Takasaki seriously willing to take off his EAP? You think this place is dangerous?
A sharp gaze I don't think of as a boy. Sakura took it, "Hmm," he snorted.
"As for that, it's both yes and no. Takasaki is never going to abandon EAP and hence Little Tokyo. But there's no way you're going to like it."
"You think it's a precaution in case?
"Uhm. When I say subsidiaries, I take them one by one, from organization to equipment. That's another takasaki, so to speak. Sometimes the overall productivity drops to the extreme. Normally, it will support the headquarters of the EAP."
"I see. And in the unlikely event that even a subsidiary of RS remains, Takasaki will survive... well, it's a welcome system from us."
"Ho? Thought I'd be called a traitor."
Sakura showing one eyebrow raised to tease. Lynn swells her cheeks when she sees it.
"Please don't make fun of me anymore. We trust Takasaki, and vice versa. There are lots of places where you are a student… To be honest, I also consider the current state to be quite dangerous. Considering that, it's rather good news that Takasaki will have a backup."
Lynn circles her neck and sees a bunch of people a little further away. There was a group of people dressed in formal military uniforms laughing softly, showing their prestige as if it were the spring of the world. Naturally there were many surroundings, and the lead role in this party venue was definitely them.
"Activity in the Battle of Enzio or an increase in the number of winds. Besides, I guess I can't help thinking about situations such as piracy and whatnot, but the guys in the military companies are getting too enlarged. You'll never be able to take it back."
Sakura squeaks, looking at a bunch just like Lynn. Lynn showing a nod of consent to it.
"Yeah, I think so too. The budget balance is already quite militarily inclined, and the rise of affiliates is amazing. And..."
Lynn opened her mouth, distorting her eyebrows as she returned her gaze to Sakura.
"Information is circulating that the military has multiple unidentified electronic warplanes. Isn't this situation obviously similar?
Lynn sends out to sue. In contrast, "That's two dances as it is," Sakura replied.
"What do you mean? Why can't we find anything?
One in a room lined with giant quantum computer servers, Dean, an Imperial Army colonel, shrugged when he saw the terminal at hand. That terminal is connected to the server group integrated space station, commonly known as the Big Mother, which stores a huge amount of secret information held by the Galactic Empire, and all the information stored there, whether official or informal, was supposed to be true.
"Is it possible that you've been a member of the Army's weapons lab for nearly fifty years, but have barely achieved anything, etc.? You can't keep being allowed to be in a key position."
The information Dean is accessing is about Dan Enfo Coleman, who is believed to be the mastermind of the Enzio war, which was reported by Taronda. From Coleman's birth to this death there should have been a list of everything the military had in mind. This time Dean had access to Big Mother under Marshal Reinhardt's full powers approval, and there could be no such thing as a lack of confidentiality. There is no better title than Marshal in the army.
"If there is, I've tampered with Big Mother's information... is that possible?
The Big Mother incorporates a system for copying, viewing, moving and updating stored information, as well as keeping any history. It did not even exist as a function leading to deletion or overwriting, and if the information was changed, all the information prior to the change remained in the form. Even misentry of data is recorded. Dean is not an expert in systems, but I didn't really see how anyone could do this intentionally.
And for Coleman's information, there was no trace of any changes to the data at all, only the occasional log of information viewing being done in a natural way. This didn't seem too puzzling to Dean.
"He earned his Ph.D. in Biological Engineering, Mechanical Engineering, AI, Electronic Engineering and Pure Science at Imperial University. He earned his Ph.D. in General Science at the University of Defense two years later and studied electronic firearms and biological weapons. Later he published an applied paper on the theory of cybernetics… is there no match in the field of science? You monster."
Dean read the information recorded nearly ninety years ago and decided that apparently a human being named Coleman would have been a rational genius if he had put it in a cliché. Because if you were a normal person, if you could only get one PhD in six years, you would have been considered excellent. In addition, Coleman even earned a doctorate in general science, which is considered possible for one in a billion people, and only two of Dean's knowers, Coleman and Dr. Aljimov, had this.
"After graduation, I belonged to the Army's Weapons Development Department. Then General Shayal...... certainly Cornelius, but you're the deceased. Transferred to the Institute of Special Weapons on its recommendation. He emerged with a great deal of applause, and eventually he was the colonel and the director? Why didn't you become a general?
From his background, it seemed natural to Dean to remain a general. Nor did the information say that he had no appetite for birth, but rather went on to be reviewed for promotion.
"There are no powerful men in the blood. Is that noble blood on the far side...... hmm? You're not a member of the faction. No, you're not even invited. Didn't you join the faction while you got a post recommendation from the general? That Cornelius faction allowed that?
Dean frowned and glanced at the terminal at the suspicion that he was finally approaching certainty. It was unnatural to think that the Marshal Cornelius faction, which took precedence over the faction's interests above all else, had been refused after inviting them, anyway, that they had not even solicited them to the faction.
"After retiring, he acted as a special advisor to a company where the military breathed. Alpha side Started and continued research on Wynd in the universe. Died after stirring up a war on Enzio territory................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Why hasn't the Intelligence Department been watching you since you left the army? Where are the details of the study? Why isn't it on"
Dean naturally sought them and looked around for waves of information. But they didn't exist anywhere, and I couldn't even find a clue at all.
But on the contrary, it turned out to show Dean one answer.
"... Kingsguard"
A blushing, squeaky word draws my face. Goosebumps gave signs that there could not be, and Dean looked back unexpectedly and alerted the area.
"It's not a tampering with records. There have been no reports in the first place..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Your background is likely a dummy mixed with authenticity. Damn, this guy's a nasty opponent. That plague god!
Dean threw up so bad, even though he knew Taro had no responsibility. Big Mother's history should have engraved his research into Coleman, and it was thought that if the Kingsguard noticed it, it would definitely be troublesome. I have Marshal Reinhardt on my back, but there's nothing I can do when my opponent becomes His Majesty the Emperor.
"It's a bad idea to keep something in disguise... putting together the aftermath of a man who's retired from the military and putting it in a report? We need to reason about what Coleman did first... it's not an extra job!
When Dean kicked the floor just as abominable, he walked out to the exit saying he had nothing more to do with it. The information to be notified to Taro was already in my head, and I didn't need to copy it to my device until I took the risk of leaving a log. He also understood the spirit and some detail of the paper that Coleman supposedly gave, and he remembered all the information as video, so he could even reproduce and write them if he wanted to.
He thought Coleman was a genius with no hanging, but he didn't even think he was inferior to it in fine dust.
In a plain, inorganic room, only the slightest electronic sound emitted by the terminal and the breath of the two humans echo loudly. An elderly woman sat down in a transverse manner in an undecorated chair for functionality only, and across the street from her desk stood a mature man with mixed gray hair in a tense complexion.
"Heh heh, looks like it's going to work this time. Play the reward for Team D."
Looking at the display of the terminal in her hand, the woman gave a distorted grin. From the report on the terminal, it was read that one of the major projects she was going on was progressing well.
"What will you do about the Alliance of Examples?
A man emits. When the woman glanced at the man with her eyes alone without moving one fingertip, she clasped her shoulders all the time.
"Leave me alone. It doesn't make for a big market for alliances made in the rush... not that I don't have a few things to worry about."
When the terminal was operated by BISHOP, the woman displayed an item titled Special Notes.
"A live ammunition weapon capable of BISHOP induction. It takes some special skill or talent to handle it. You think it's going to be our product?
To the inquiry of the woman, the man took his gaze off and thought often.
"It must be difficult. If there are few people who can handle it, the market is too small. But the technology itself seems worthwhile."
To the man's answer, the woman snorted just as naturally.
"The answer is just like the textbook. It's boring............... but yeah. You might want to do enough to send in an agent."
"Got it. So then. What will you do about Phantom?
"Please continue to investigate and consider it as a top priority. I don't mind the worst, but I'd like to seek your help peacefully if I can. That 's--"
When the woman smiled at her mouth, she thought of a glorious future to come.
"It's the best legacy Coleman has left. No matter how wide the galaxy is, he's the only one who's put a biological weapon made up of nanomachines into practice. Such is the time when our modified infantry fights with our weapons aboard our ships. Oh, that's lovely. Aren't you excited, considering the world like that?
Too innocent a smile. The man didn't answer anything to it, but he let it catch his face.