by Sato Tsutomu
That image was of deep interest to Barans (or rather she could not ignore it), but she concentrated her attention on her subordinate's problem, Tatsuya Shiba.
The gaze the boy directed toward Major Sirius flickered upward.
Certainly, it seemed like for an instant he had been peering at the camera.
Nonetheless, it was something that could be easily explained away if you thought about it, it was that minor a thing.
What probably actually happened was that he only took a look at the sky on a whim.
The proof was that after that instant he diverted his gaze from the camera.
"It's just your imagination, like I thought. It's better than letting your mind wander, but over-vigilance also leads to mistakes in judgment.”
The colonel gave that instruction and turned her eyes away from the main display.
On the sub display, an image of Major Sirius riding inside the small railway car that was called a cabinet in Japan was presented. Of course, Barans was more bothered by the unstable behavior the young girl who bore the title of Sirius was showing.
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Lina returned to the rented apartment that was serving as her base of operations in Japan and made a deep sigh in front of the door to her own room.
She was aware that it was too late to do anything with the wrapped box of chocolates lying in her bag.
In the end, no matter how well she had prepared the courtesy chocolate, she had not found a good excuse to broach the subject and returned with it. Reflexively, she had dodged his question with an "it's nothing," but the truth was that afterwards, she had decided to pass it to him when they parted.
(…It wasn't necessary to dodge the question. It's just courtesy chocolate, after all.)
There was absolutely no deep meaning to the chocolate. In fact 'courtesy chocolate' was defined by the world as not having a deep meaning.
—Even so, for her it was a very important resolution. She repeatedly whispered to herself from deep within her heart a number of times that since she had taken the trouble to make it, somehow her stiff face had a smile on it.
Even though they had tried to kill each other once, they had also fought side by side, once.
(Besides, he's keeping quiet about who I am.)
Since it was only a courtesy, it was not improper. There was no reason to fear creating an improper impression.
She mustered her willpower and took the bundle out of her bag.
(It's such a waste…)
She hadn't passed it to him.
Suddenly, she had seen Tatsuya embrace Miyuki's shoulder and her hand wouldn't move.
(Why at that time did I…)
She received an extra level of shock from the fact that her hand wouldn't move from the shock of watching Tatsuya embrace Miyuki's shoulder.
(What on earth happened to me!)
That the chocolate had gone to waste was unfortunate.
(However, that was inconsequential.)
(More importantly, that was just as if I…)
This was a real problem for Lina.
(Isn't it like I received a shock due to my liking Tatsuya.)
(That's not a joke.)
Lina screamed that in her mind. She was deeply disturbed by her own reasoning.
(I refuse to accept this! I absolutely refuse to accept that I might feel that way about a guy who is so sis-con that he's illicitly in love with that nasty sister of his!)
(…I can accept that I'm aware of him.)
Though she was not aware of who she was talking to, Lina proclaimed that in her heart.
(I am aware of Tatsuya. And not in a normal way, but in an intense way.)
That thought seemed to snarl. Still, she herself didn't understand who it was snarling at, however.
(But, that's! That's because of the humiliation he gave me! Until I wiped out the stain of my defeat, I would not be able to get Tatsuya out of my mind!)
A normal girl might have quipped to herself that if that was so, perhaps she shouldn't have prepared chocolate, perhaps she should have prepared a white glove.
Nonetheless, at this time Lina did not have that much presence of mind.
When she opened the door in her unstable mood, she became aware of an abnormality.
Her state of mind quickly cooled.
Silvia had returned home, so Lina now lived alone.
Despite that, she felt the presence of a person.
Cold tension ran down her spine.
It was too negligent of her to not be aware of it until she opened the door, so she rebuked herself. While she mentally prepared herself that way, she cautiously slipped inside.
It was far too late for forethought, she thought, but she softly closed the door without making a noise.
She worried about what to do with her shoes for an instant. It was not really a significant consideration, but she did consider how much she was going to have to clean up later.
Once again, she rebuked herself to clear her mind of foolish, idle thoughts; she softly placed her bag on the floor and remained in a crouch in order to rush in.
"—It seems your declaration of perception abilities not being one of your fortés was a modest opinion."
And when the disgusted voice of the superior officer fell on her from above, she terminated her advance.
"If you had need of me, I would have come to you myself."
The way Lina finished up preparing the tea (and teacakes) could definitely not tactfully be called smooth as she timidly conversed with Colonel Virginia Barans, who was seated at the side of the simple dining room table.
Nonetheless, the colonel did not make an immediate reply to Lina's proposal.
"Possibly you might already know this, but the majority of my military service record is comprised of covert behind the scenes operations. And the major part of that career was in the management of personal relations."
Of course, Lina knew the personal history of a famous person like Colonel Barans. The colonel had graduated from a prestigious business school with superior grades and that record indicated a shrewdness no one would be ashamed to have, and the number of times her work had been on the front lines in her career was not few; she had given a meritorious war service that no one could complain about.
"Now that I have informed you of my experience, Major Sirius."
"Yes."
Lina made her spine straight as a pin and answered in a stiff voice. She had instinctively realized halfway through that these were not words to listen to with a smiling face.
"Regarding the current operation, I am concerned that you might possibly be a little too emotionally involved with your target."
Lina did not reply to Barans' probe. She had intended to prepare herself for it, but when it came that was completely useless.
"I would never…"
"Really. If I am overthinking it, then it doesn't have to go any further, but..."
While saying that, Barans turned her eyes to Lina's bag on the chair.
Lina's shoulders stiffened.
If she saw what was in that bag, no matter how much she lied, it wouldn't do any good. She was nearly convinced that her suspicions were true, and that would probably tip the scales. No matter how much she protested that it was a 'misunderstanding', it would probably be impossible to get anyone to believe her…
"I, too, intend to understand your special situation."
Nevertheless, Barans did not command her to "show her what was in the bag."
"You are the only one who has been assigned to the post of commander of the STARS corps while still in your teens."
The simple condemnation was accompanied by a slightly different gaze.
"The potential for magic to usher in a new age for the common people through the use of modern magic techniques allowing magicians to make new discoveries adding to the body of energy theory is high, but quite a few people say you are too young. If my opinion had been asked, I would have probably proclaimed that you were to
o young for the position of corps commander as well."
Barans' voice sounded different than the others who had chanted about the unusualness of Lina's position.
"You are now sixteen. I understand how it might be hard to control your emotions while being around your fellow sixteen year olds."
Understanding how her superior's earnest tone and mood were supposed to work on her, Lina inclined her ears with a meek look.
However, seeing the slightly sincere look on Lina's face for some reason made Barans sulk a bit.
"…From your point of view, I might be an obaa-san, but I am still in my twenties."
"Don't be absurd! I would never think anything like that!"
Lina frantically and vigorously sprang to give a defense against the unwarranted accusation.
Nonetheless, at the same time, Lina felt strangely and surprisingly relieved. The colonel, that impeccable female officer who was seemingly completely without chinks in her armor, was displaying an unthinkable 'cute' aspect which had the effect of purifying Lina of her tension.
"…Well, fine. Forget my outburst just now."
The look that said it was a slip of the tongue on Barans' face that Lina saw was probably the central part of the performance that was deliberately made to look completely genuine.
"…Certainly, I hold emotions toward Tatsuya Shiba that are undesirable in a soldier of the USNA."
Since this indeed made it possible for Lina to be more open.
"However, it is absolutely not feelings of love or anything similar to that. The feelings are the type of competitive feelings that a rival invokes."
"Rival, hm."
"Yes, I believe the colonel is aware of the written report that I was once defeated by Tatsuya Shiba."
"I see, this is the first time you have lost a magic battle since you assumed the title of 'Sirius'."
"Yes."
The truth was that she had experienced countless mock battles with Major Canopus since making it into the commanding officer level, but every one of them had multiple safety conditions and it was not necessary to correct the colonel's declaration.
"Understood. If that's so, then this is a simple conversation."
The colonel's tone subtly changed; the previous mood was mixed with notes of freezing cold.
That was the only thing that informed Lina that the moratorium was over.
"Major Sirius, at the present time, the tracking and disposal of the deserters is temporarily shelved and you are commanded to return to your initial assignment."
Lina had readjusted her posture before she noticed.
"For now, securing the 'conversion of mass to energy' cast sequence user takes precedence. If securing the user is impossible, then it is necessary to render the cast ineffectual."
To render the cast ineffectual is an euphemism for ensuring that there was no one who could use the sequence. Namely, to assassinate the user.
"For now, we will assume Tatsuya Shiba is the target. The first wave of our attack will be launched tomorrow evening using Stardust. You will equip yourself with Brionac and intervene when you judge the time is right."
"—Yes Ma'am."
With a blank expression, Lina stood up and directed a salute to Barans.
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Erika was part of the group of First High School students who had long commutes to school. It had been recommended that she get a room close to school when she got accepted by the school. However, she was obstinate about commuting from her own home.
It wasn't that she could not tolerate being away from her family.
It was the reverse.
When her father arranged the condo (he did not say he was "renting it for Erika," he said he was "buying it to give to Erika"), she became stubborn about "commuting from home."
Compared to the displeasure of doing as told by her father or eldest brother, the somewhat inconvenience was no big deal.
The road from the station to her home was pretty dark on the way back, and Erika walked instead of using a commuter. It was not something that was recommended for a pretty girl like her to do, but her family had absolutely no worries. Because perverts and the small time hoodlums called purse snatchers did not have people among them who possessed the skills to be able to harm Erika.
This was not a personal biased view, but the objective truth. Today, Erika once again survived traveling to the entrance to her home without anything happening.
Her room was not in the main house. Her 'home' was an annex beside the Dojo.
No one aside from her lived in the annex; the minute she entered her room, Erika flung her bag away and collapsed on her bed, still in her uniform. She wasn't usually this sloppy. She was just exhausted from the annual established customary event, her emotions running wild after all of the inquiring gazes she had received throughout the day.
She was aware of her own good looks (objectively she rated herself a little modestly), so she knew nothing could be done about the attention she received from boys around her age (and some girls) on a day like today, but…
(In that case, they should know I'm not the courtesy chocolate type.)
"From the start, they can only see my outer appearance" was the conclusion she made, which left her feeling even more exhausted.
She didn't hate the way she looked.
It was better to be beautiful than ugly.
But she thought the disadvantages equaled the advantages.
Erika believed it was better to have her level of prettiness than face the numerous hardships of being an overly beautiful girl like Miyuki.
But she hated being judged by appearance alone.
And of course she abhorred being fussed over for her looks.
An over-reliance on goodwill that comes from being good looking was only the foundation for the ill fortune of liking only the part of yourself that others like.
Erika was sure of that.
Her eyes spontaneously went to a spot above the dresser.
Which was adorned by a small photograph in a frame.
It was not a digital photo, but a photographic print of a woman with hair a little brighter chestnut than Erika’s own and whose features greatly resembled Erika. The resemblance was such that after ten years you would think that Erika would look identical.
It was a picture of Erika's mother, who had passed on when Erika was fourteen years old.
The woman who gave birth to Erika was also the woman who created the reason she lived all alone in this annex.
Anna Rozen Katori.
That was the name of Erika's mother.
As the name suggested, she was half German.
And her family name was not Chiba.
For her father, the head of the Chiba family and one of the Hundred Families, Erika's mother had been his 'lover' if you used the current euphemism; if you used an blunt, old style word, she had been his 'concubine'.
Erika had not been allowed to use the family name of 'Chiba' until after her mother had died; moreover, it was not until just before she entered high school — actually, she didn't receive the name of 'Chiba Erika' until she took the high school entrance exam — that her relatives permitted it. (As a result, Tatsuya had not known of the existence of 'Chiba Erika')
Erika had been born before his legal wife had died from an illness. They did 'that kind of thing' while the wife was lying on her sickbed, as such, Erika thought that there were no excuses for what her parents did. It seemed cold, but on that note, she placed part of the blame on her mother.
Even so, she absolutely did not accept that her mother should be regarded as the only wrongdoer. After all, most of the responsibility belonged to her father.
There had been a time when she had lived her days not knowing the reason for the contemptuous eyes, her small body hiding even shorter breath.
There had also been a period when she just wildly swung her sword around in order for her mother and herself to be acknowledged. —That had been when she became the idol of Ch
iba Dojo. Among the young Dojo trainees in their teens and twenties, skilled students had gathered and formed 「Erika's personal entourage」 because they could see that Erika had lost her enthusiasm for swordplay after she lost her mother, and stuck their noses into a lot of her personal affairs.
Looking back at the past, she believed that now was the richest, most enjoyable time in her life up to this point.
Female friends who meekly accepted that 'they were no match for her' and male friends who could not see her core no matter how much they looked at her.
Classmates who warmed her heart,
Friends whom she could squabble with and tease,
A childhood friend whom she could also tease.
A group of friends who acknowledged her 'power' and the chance to brandish that power.
Now, waving a sword was fun. The time she squandered in flourishing her sword was by no means wasted.
If she was with them, she felt like she could climb to the paramount.
Therefore — she didn't want to be bothered by trivial love games.
She idly gazed at the ceiling while she mused about these things; unexpectedly, the door chime rang. Not the signal to answer, but the signal of the door being opened. Since she hadn't turned the key, the person had probably entered freely.
There was no way she was going to peek in the room to see who it was — she didn't intend to act like she was nervous.
She checked the time.
It was too early to sit down for dinner.
Her two elder brothers (naturally, neither shared a mother with her) and her elder sister (of course, she didn't share a mother with her either) to be blunt hated sitting with her; on Erika’s side, time slipped away. Since it was evident that whenever they met, not only her elder sister but she too felt uncomfortable, there was no need to persevere in obstinacy.
Just as she was about to rouse her body to see who it could be, there was a knock on her door.
By the way the footsteps sounded coming toward her, the even breathing, and the controlled presence, who it could be was narrowed down to her two brothers. Since her eldest brother was devoting all his time to a certain case and was supposed to be returning home late every night—