Translator: KJ

Standing water is bound to rot. When a name came to hold authority, the throngs that fastened themselves to its shadow to line their own pockets sprouted up like poisonous toadstools. Such is human nature.

'Genen Society.'

At present, they were a private faction that commanded formidable power and influence within the Imperial Regular Army.

Of course, they did not openly trade on Maximilian's name, nor did they commit flagrant corruption by laying false claim to his prestige.

And yet, by the mere fact that they had once taken part in the「Genen Suppression Operation」that was now history itself, by the mere reason that their names were recorded in the academy textbooks, they had come to hold a power within the military greater than they had any need for.

──There was no need for that, child.

Could Maximilian, with his own hand, sever the very people who had sprung from him, this thing called the 'Genen Society'? Justine meant to rein in his authority and to test it at one and the same time. For the sake of the Imperial Household, and for the sake of the Empire.

──He is, in the end, Sebestian's son.

The Emperor's voice welled up darkly. Justine sank into deep contemplation.

She wanted to trust Maximilian, but she must not.

For she knew all too well what a feeble emotion this thing called 'trust' was for one who would someday stand at the Empire's summit, and what an unnecessary and dangerous poison it could be.

──For even if, by some remote chance, Maximilian were to fall and raise his banner in revolt, he could never overcome Sebestian.

Even so, the Emperor was certain. For he knew the true nature of the man called Sebestian.

No, it was because he was deluded into believing he knew it.

The Sebestian the Emperor took him to be was a man who would gladly cut down even his own son's head for the sake of the Imperial Household.

──I trust Sebestian.

On the one hand, the Emperor's arrogant certainty left Justine stifled.

Her father, who placed such excessive trust in Sebestian, struck her as weak, and yet she envied a heart capable of trusting anyone that deeply.

──So you, too, need only wield Maximilian as your sword.

A blade she could wield in full. A subject who coveted no power whatsoever, who lowered himself and willingly became the dais upon which the Emperor stood.

Such was Sebestian, to the Emperor.

Could Maximilian be the same, for her?

"......"

The Imperial Princess sat in her empty bedchamber and sank deep within herself.

She descended into her own consciousness.

What judgment would Maximilian hand down upon the Genen Society? Could he strike down those who had shared history with him? Could he bear that anguish, and carry it out willingly besides?

She opened the autobiography of Maximilian that she had set to one side of her chamber.

[ ......History is nothing but the struggle between races. We Aran are the agents who create civilization and lead the world, while certain Subspecies are no more than a virus that parasitizes and destroys that civilization. ]

[ Thus the struggle of the Aran is a devotion offered for the salvation of all humanity, a sublime sacrifice that only the Aran can shoulder...... ]

A race without history. Parasites who seeped into the continent as suddenly as demons and defiled the purity of humankind.

Justine ran her fingertips down sentences so radical and so seductive.

Maximilian Ebenholtz.

He was a man who gazed upon the same place she did, who shared the same abyss.

And yet the reason she could not help but doubt him was, perhaps......

* * *

The office of the Sentinel Knight Order.

I was reading down through the files on Edmon's adjutants.

Captain Kane and Captain Heinz, who had become Georgen's 'targets'.

The substance of Georgen's intelligence on the two of them came down to 'bloodline'. If their family trees turned out to have been falsified, then under the「Imperial Citizenship Law」there would be no escaping a death sentence.

And even if that were not the case, once a thread had been pulled loose, interrogation and torture would be hard to avoid.

But more than Edmon's adjutants, it was Edmon himself I found myself thinking about.

Just how deeply was this Edmon, the Edmon of now, involved in the revolution?

Edmon Bruindol had been my 'beginning'.

Edmon himself would likely never know it, but he was the one who had let me live, the one who had set me free. The one who had told me of the future, the one who, in my final moment, had pressed into my hand the key that would turn me back......

All of it had been Edmon.

"......"

For a moment I sank back into the time before that Regression, then shook the musings off and picked up a different file.

Members of the Genen Society─ Major General 'Rudolf' and Brigadier General 'Olise'.

The two of them had clearly crossed the line. They had clearly accepted backdoor requests. Personnel-fixing of the most dangerous sort.

When personnel favors ran rampant, an idiot li⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠ke Reutern II could become a field commander overnight.

Men of that sort, more often than not, forced inefficiency upon everyone and dragged down the army's morale. To recoup what they had spent buying their way in, they committed still more corruption. They rode their subordinates for no reason, and, drunk on their own power, drove their soldiers into the jaws of death.

Just as the Reutern from before my Regression had, in fact, done.

Knock, knock-

A staff officer cautiously opened the door.

"Major General Maut is here, sir."

At a glance from me, Maut came in. His complexion was like a piece of toast burned to a crisp.

"It's been a long time, Major General Maut."

I was the first to speak, addressing him where he sat across from me.

"Major General Rudolf and Brigadier General Olise will be referred to the Knight's Court."

"......Yes. I understand that."

Maut's voice was heavy.

"That is only as it should be."

He had come, it seemed, somewhat braced for this turn of events, and made no attempt to offer excuses or to beg for leniency.

"But...... on behalf of us all, I would like to tell you that I am truly sorry to have disappointed you."

"......"

Every so often, there were people like this, who carried some unexpected facet within them.

Major General Schweitzer. His temperament was warped, yet when it came to military genius he was a commander to be counted among the finest on the continent.

Major General Maut. He possess⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠ed the integrity and the standing to bow his head over the misdeeds of his juniors. In fact, when his personal assets were combed through from top to bottom, there was scarcely a trace of ill-gotten wealth.

"There's no need for you to apologize. You were never their representative to begin with, Major General Maut."

I drew a line between them and Maut. A strange tremor stirred at the corner of Maut's mouth.

"If anything, you ought to make this an opportunity."

"......An opportunity?"

"Yes. For the army to be reformed, we need a selection process grounded thoroughly in ability."

Personnel-fixing and bribe-taking had cost Regular Army generals their heads.

And so this incident was worth seizing as a chance to renew the Regular Army.

"Promotion and selection, from the military academy all the way to the field, must be founded on talent and ability alone."

There were, without doubt, hidden 'talents' buried within the Imperial military. In an empire this vast, the supply of able people was more than sufficient.

But the endless chains of bribery and patronage had buried them, and soldiers who were good for nothing but politics had tumbled into that cesspit called the Imperial Guard and brought the continent to ruin.

"A man like you, Major General, will understand my meaning, I trust."

To shut out patronage, and rank men by ability alone.

If there was a best way to make use of this 'Genen Society' that had sprung up without my even knowing, that was it.

If appointments could be made to run wild according to the Genen Society's appetite, then I would correct that appetite, refine it in the right direction.

"......I understand."

Maut nodded, his face set hard. I watched him for a while, then offered my hand with a faint smile.

It was a handshake that carried a great deal of meaning.

......

The Imperial Knight's Court. Taking my place at the prosecutor's bench in person, I demanded the death penalty for the Major General and the Brigadier General, indicted on charges of personnel-fixing and bribe-taking.

──The accused are hereby sentenced to death.

The judge recited my demand like a parrot.

Two stars and one star. The two middle-aged generals who had worn that weight upon their chests could not even rise to their feet, and were led away limp and powerless.

The Knight's Court's public gallery was as silent as if it were empty, yet the secret eyes watching me there were many indeed.

Not only Georgen's agents, looking to find a flaw in me, but the shadows of the Imperial Household as well.

This was loyalty for their sake.

For the Empire alone, I cut away private bonds without mercy. I severed, with pain, comrades who had once shared a battlefield with me. I put on that very performance.

I could not say what it was I was being loyal to, and yet I went on displaying my loyalty all the same.

I was squandering such precious time on nothing more than loyalty for the sake of loyalty.

──This concludes the knight's trial.

As I listened to the judge's words, this thought came to me unbidden.

How much longer can I endure myself?

* * *

Ba-ba— ba-ba-ba— ba-ba-ra-bam-bam-ba-ba-ba──

The clear, ringing reveille bugle woke the dawn of the eastern borderland.

"......"

Edmon, who had passed the night wide awake, stared at the red envelope lying on his desk.

An internal-investigation order, delivered to him from Georgen, setting down their suspicions about the bloodlines of his subordinates.

He had no idea how many hundreds of times he had read it already.

"Haaa......"

Edmon let out a deep sigh and stepped toward the window. Out on the parade ground, soldiers in full kit stood drawn up in flawless ranks.

A monster-extermination operation was scheduled for the day.

A great many mutated Monsters dwelt in the eastern Kitan Mountains, and unless they were cleared out at regular intervals, the nearby civilian areas would suffer enormous damage, and worse, there was a grave danger that the monster-infested wilds might be turned into an infiltration route by hostile nations.

It was therefore a highly important operation, and one that counted toward a commander's record as well.

─Clank

Edmon belted the sword at his waist. Into the holster he slid a single pistol.

As a Colonel, he intended to lead the soldiers himself.

"Let's go."

Leaving his office, Edmon climbed into the command vehicle. The driver gripped the wheel, taut with tension.

──Thud. Thud. Thud.

Advancing on the march alongside his soldiers, they came to a region where the mountain range stretched on without end. The troops moved in to ring the mountain in their pre-arranged formation.

At some point, a grotesque howling came surging out of the very heart of it.

Krrrrrr───

Before long the Monsters showed themselves. Mutated beasts, savage and corrupted by Mana, looking like some cross between bear and wolf.

──Ready, fire!

The battle unfolded just as it had been drilled. Real combat like training, training like real combat. Holding the formation they had repeated countless times─

Bang! Bang! Kwaaaaa──!

Gunfire that shook the mountain valley.

The overwhelming majority of rank-and-file soldiers relied on firearms as their main weapon. Even an officer who had come up through Empire Point, if he lacked a gift for Mana, found it far more effective on the battlefield to handle a firearm by drawing on his physical abilities.

Bang! Bang! Bratatatat!

Edmon looked off into the distance with calm eyes.

Captain Heinz. His adjutant was unlike the ordinary soldiers. In place of a gun, she gripped a sword.

A gift that Colonel Edmon himself had granted to her alone.

Shk-shunk─!

The blade Heinz thrust out lopped through the Monster's thick neck in a single stroke. Her Sword Aura sheared the Monster's limbs away.

She was a superb offi⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠cer, rare even within the Regular Army, highly accomplished in both swordsmanship and Mana.

Bang─! Bang─! Kraaaaagh───!

Gunfire and blasts rang out one after another, until, around the time the sun was sinking,

the day's monster-clearing came to an end. The mountainscape had, before anyone noticed, been stained with darkness.

"We make camp here."

This operation was to go on steadily for three days, and the company commanders relayed Edmon's order. The soldiers moved with exquisite precision and pitched the tents.

"Hm."

The Regimental Commander was pleased with the state of military discipline.

"Colonel Edmon, sir!"

All at once, a signalman came rushing up in a hurry and handed over a communicator.

"Colonel Edmon, sir! Urgent news from Central!"

Edmon took the comm and had a message relayed to him.

The message was short. But brief as it was, the shock it carried was just as sharp.

"......Is this true?"

─Yes, sir. That is correct.

Knight Maximilian, citing corruption in the trading of appointments, had demanded the death penalty against two of the generals belonging to the 'Genen Society'.

"......"

The Genen Society. Edmon, too, knew well enough of their existence and their standing. As Genen, having regained its stability, pushed forward, and as the prestige of Ebenholtz climbed ever higher, they had risen along with it to become the true power within the Regular Army.

And yet Maximilian had struck down, without a moment's hesitation, the necks of generals who were as good as his own hands and feet.

Edmon had seen the figure of such a man once before. A knight who had purged, with his own hands, every last piece of the power base he himself had built.

Sebestian.

─As for the particulars, you may receive them directly from the Knight, sir.

"Directly?"

─Yes, sir. Knight Maximilian is on his way there now.

"......"

Maximilian was on his way here. But he was no longer the boy from the past that Edmon had known.

"I see."

Edmon set down the military communicator. The signalman saluted and withdrew.

"......"

Without a word, he looked off toward something. There stood his two adjutants, caked in sweat and dirt.

"Captain Kane. Captain Heinz."

Edmon jerked his chin toward them.

"Come along. I have something to say to you."

"Yes, sir."

First, he set off on his own.

Behind him, familiar footsteps followed.

Edmon left the bivouac with them.

He simply walked, without a single word.

Deeper into the mountains, to a place where no one's eyes could reach......

How much time had passed like that?

The moment they pushed clear of the steep undergrowth, a dizzying cliff opened up before t⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠hem in an instant. The deep blue sea spread out beyond it brought their steps to a halt.

The very edge of the border, where one could look down upon the snow-white territory of the winter country, Finnomia.

"Colonel. What's going on, sir?"

Captain Kane asked in a heavy voice, baffled by the climb with no reason given.

Hwoooooo......

The night air rattled their uniforms. Edmon looked from one adjutant to the other and spoke, calmly.

"Captain Heinz. You told me once that you came from 'Frieden', out in the Empire's west, did you not?"

"Yes, sir. That's right."

Captain Heinz answered without a shred of hesitation.

"And you, Kane. The 36th District, in the central region?"

"Yes, sir. Correct."

Under the Empire's military law, anyone of officer rank and above was subject to a strict verification of their family tree and an investigation of their bloodline.

Should the family trees they had submitted prove to be forged falsehoods, the sentence would be death at the very least.

Edmon knew that all too well.

Shaaaaaa......

Edmon swept back his dark-red hair. In secret, he clenched his teeth.

Heinz and Kane. Looking straight at the adjutants who had been with him for years──

"Intelligence has come in saying your family trees were falsified."

"......What?"

Kane's eyes went round. For a moment he seemed lost for words, but Heinz cried out at once.

"What... no, that, that can't possibly be true, sir!"

"......"

Edmon said nothing. He only took in their wavering eyes in silence.

"Falsified, sir?! Colonel! Do you not believe me, do you not believe us?"

Captain Heinz poured the words out. She pleaded in a voice brimming with the injustice of it.

"My mother and father, back in Frieden, they-"

"No."

Edmon reached out a hand and stopped her.

"......My trust means nothing to you. You must know that as well as I do."

A self-mocking smile spread across his lips.

"I, too, am a mixed-blood."

"......"

"......"

Heinz and Kane were left with nothing to say.

Then Edmon laid out a certain reality for them.

"Maximilian is on his way here."

The heir of Ebenholtz, a man without mercy even among the knights of the Sentinel.

If they were caught in his grip, then not only themselves but their families and comrades as well would not come through unharmed.

"If you cannot prove your innocence before him, then even I can make no guarantees."

Glaring at the two of them, he drew his sword. The hazy moonlight gathered along the blade.

"So speak. If you confess, then it may be that no harm will come to your families or your comrades."

On their backs at that moment were strapped the camping packs that could sustain them for several days.

Beyond the cliff and the sea lay the territory of Finnomia, where the Empire's law could not reach.

"Are you── fakes?"

If they wanted to live, they had only to run.

Edmon Bruindol had made them a gift of the right to choose.

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