Unnamed Memory

The set time is approaching right there.

Bird cage bedside. Tinasha closed her eyes on her back and waited for that time.

There is no problem without looking at the clock. The configuration is already finished.

When it's decided, the configuration expands half automatically.

So Tinasha learned of the success of the opening by the sound of an alarm that sounded from afar.

She slowly opens her eyes.

The light of day pouring over the vitreous. The shadow of the cage pouring down on her body was merely a fiction to be interpreted.

Tinasha wakes up and looks at the decorative clock by the bedside.

"Well, can you make it?"

A man who is probably on his way to a birdcage at this moment. Wait for the man. She gets up.

What you should take is a wielding dagger, nothing else. Tinasha looked around at the birdcage where she had spent more than two years.

A place where I had no attachment or anything and just kept my body.

Still, the time I was with him is frantically in my memory.

Unstoppable alarm.

Tinasha weaved her black coat, which she had thrown out. Tighten one belt at a time all over your hips and arms.

Shall I bind her long hair, she got lost but ended up staying put.

The last time I reached for tea that had cooled down - the bird cage door opened without sound. A low man's voice called her.

"Tinasha"

Stretched hands, dirty in blood.

She raised one end of her lips and laughed. I walk out to take that hand.

Radhik grabbed her hand as he walked in front of Tinasha to spare that time. The brunette looks up at him obliquely.

"You weren't late. It's good."

"Let's go. I can't take the time."

"Yes."

The man drew her hand, and she left the birdcage.

Broken doors remain open even as they go too far. Tinasha looks back at the door as she runs.

Cracked birdcage.

Birds don't go home in it anymore.

Shortly after the alarm went off, the hall of sight was filled with direct troops to escort the emperor.

Troops that use drones at borders and fight other countries differently, where manned combat is the main component.

Because they usually belong to different groups, Alphas took them seriously because they rarely looked at each other.

There is no difference between the standard armed, short and automatic small guns, and even a thick-bladed knife, but there is an upset that cannot be overlooked by how they look.

When the emperor lowered his hands the squire who recommended evacuation, he watched the soldiers unfold as he could see even in a pastime from the top of the throne. An eye narrowed in the wrinkles captures Alphas.

"You don't have to line up. Free to move. Would that be the easiest thing to fight for?

"... Your will"

While everyone hasn't got the full picture of what's going on, only the Emperor also seems to see it all.

A monarch with a quiet air like immobile water.

Immediately the commander, the Force Leader, walked out of the escort unit and knelt before the throne.

"I am truly sorry for disturbing your collar. At present, we have unconfirmed information that makes it impossible to communicate with all drone fighters deployed in Teito -"

To an incredible report, Alphas was stunned.

Operation of drones, one of the root elements in war.

The means to obstruct it and the means to protect it have been studied like a chicken for decades.

But even in the history of that research, even if we could drive communications crazy, we couldn't completely disrupt it.

Nearly a thousand drones deployed in the palace alone are silent as if they were corpses.

It must not be, nor can it be impossible for the soldiers to hide their agitation in a situation that cannot be.

But this report was preceded by further incredible words.

"Armed soldiers are attacking the court in manned combat in the wake of this chaos. They report that they were apparently those who belonged to our Imperial Army… the mastermind…"

"Radhik."

An emperor's grunt resembling releasing an apple he's tired of eating.

When he heard the word, the troop leader rubbed his forehead to the floor and lay flat. "I'm afraid your eyes will disappear," he returns.

But the emperor's allegations only aroused another suspicion in Alphas.

In this empire, there can be no rebellion, even with betrayal.

There can't be. No one even tries to think about overturning the "emperor" etc.

So I'm sure this is a - a rigged commotion.

Lord Radik was summoned back suddenly. A drone that won't move. The raid that had been spotted.

It's all a matter driven by the Emperor's intentions, and they're all caught up there.

Forgetting what the hell it meant to make him do this, Alphas also forgot his position that he was subordinate, staring at the Emperor.

The old emperor, realizing that gaze, smiles a gloomy smile.

"If I saw your face like that, she'd be sad."

"That woman...?

That would probably be about a birdcage woman.

The emperor tried to go on with something further, but just before the statue spoke, he heard an explosion from the outside.

Occasionally, tension increases in the hall. Alphas saw a fan-shaped convoy of escorts from behind.

Escort units not including "manipulators" to move drones.

But that doesn't mean they're the elite in manned combat.

Rather, unlike the manned units used as trump cards on the battlefield, the escort units directly under the court "have no opportunity to fight in action".

They don't need to fight any more than there is no such thing as rebellion. Excellent people are not turned around in such places.

They were, so to speak, just tense enough to show brave alignment during ceremonies and so forth, and even now, at this time, many were drifting confusion all over their bodies, even though they were in front of the Emperor.

Alphas regains the short machine gun he was equipped with.

I don't know how many halls, but it's hard to use a weapon with a very long barrel indoors.

He usually pulls out a short gun as a battlefield commander, but now he was deciding that the situation was "a place where he had to fight himself as a soldier".

He captures a large door with both openings at the end of his sight.

There is only one entrance to and exit from this hall, except for the door opposite the emperor's entry into and exit from the palace.

So the enemy will come in through that door. - If the emperor wants it.

I just don't have much shelter in this room. All there was was a white cylinder standing at equal intervals, and the escort units were aligned fan-shaped independently of them. Everyone has a gunpoint toward the door.

If someone opened the door and came in, the person would be instantly hit by countless bullets and turned into a hive.

But that's when the opponent comes in alert.

Alphas wonders if he should speak of advice that is common sense for those who actually engage in manned combat on the battlefield.

At that time, however, a black and strange shadow was approaching beyond the door.

And when the door was opened, the hand that was upon it was not of man.

Hands like pointy piles with black tips. Alphas, who was familiar with its shape, hides in the shadows of nearby columns.

But the other escorts had begun shooting simultaneously under the orders of the Force Leader. The wood that was covering the surface of the door crumbles off, and thick steel plates peek into his face from underneath.

But the thick pile won't stop while the bullet interferes with the movement.

Another, yet another, was added, and a total of three hands slammed open the door.

A light-receiving window in a black body appears beyond a distorted door.

The giant interceptor worm, who gave him a peek, opened his mouth to the soldiers, even as he leaned toward the heavy rain of bullets.

"Get down!"

The voice Alphas raised aggressively.

But a moment early, a thick light strip runs from the mouth of the interceptor worm.

It swung the soldiers in alignment from right to left, and in an instant the hall exploded with screaming and a lot of blood.

Without going between them, two bursts are thrown into the room from the side of a kneeling interceptor bug.

Sounding explosion and white-smoke.

That's how the hall of sight became - a place of mixed warfare in an instant.

As we learned later, there were only about twenty raiders who had reached this point in time.

Other than that, the raiders were running around in all parts of the palace to manoeuvre and destroy equipment, and the Imperial Army, which had not even thought of "rebellion" or anything else, had been completely flirted with by the move.

In terms of the initial number of people, the battle between the guards and the raiders must have been about tripled in strength.

However, the raiders' pre-emptive attack with a special interceptor worm made them feel completely different from the time of the collision.

Bent over, Alphas moves through the mix in a mood to tongue.

Avoiding the bullet in the shadow of the pillar, he pulled the trigger against an approaching enemy.

recoil to visit in small pieces. I can see the opponent's chest exploding over his protective clothing.

Imperial protective clothing usually worn by only allies. Until yesterday, Alphas had nothing but an abomination for his companions to fall down.

He wants to look back at what the emperor looks like and admire this battle, but again avoids the bullet and leaves his back on the pillar.

- - The situation is never fragrant.

Advantages in numbers already make no sense, and the emperor to protect remains sitting right there.

But it's not like we don't have a chance at all.

If all the troops stationed in the Imperial capital, at least all the soldiers deployed around the palace, move, the raiders will have to retreat.

All we have to do now is let him have it until backup arrives. Alphas had calculated that less than enough was left, minus the confusion.

I mean, this is enough, a battle to protect the emperor or not.

But in the first place, Alphas was wondering whether the emperor would die in the circumstances he wanted. It bothers me that they said, "It's a pawn that protects you".

- If this is just a game with pawns.

Who is he who sits face to face with the emperor? Is it Radik that he's directing the raid?

Alphas replaces the empty magazine.

That's when I saw a man coming into the hall in the midst of a mixed war. Radhik, who will defeat the guards with precise aim, is apparently headed straight for the throne.

Alphas runs out of the shadow of the pillar, trying to stop it.

But from behind, a quiet voice called his name.

"Alphas Kreutzer."

Deep throne. Two formidable soldiers stand as shields in front of the Emperor.

Fingers like dead branches from that gap pointed to the entrance to the hall without trembling.

"Kill that one"

Whoever stood at the tip of the Emperor's finger was not Radik.

There stood a woman in black with an icy expression and a dagger without a blade in her hand.