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Chapter 276. Latent Heat (13)

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Paying ‍‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍no mind to the black ash spattering her cheek, Sirocco lowered her stance, kicked off the ground to accelerate, and glared at the enemy.

She ‍‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍had blown away every enemy that blocked her path on the run toward the enemy commander — but perhaps it had drained more stamina than expected, because her breathing had grown ragged.

"Hah. ‍‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍Ah. Haah."

Forcing ‍‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍the air into her lungs, Sirocco let the perked wolf ears atop her head droop weakly.

Can ‍‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍I really do this?

The enemy was so far beyond all standards in size that the closer she drew, the less of it she could even see, no matter how far back she craned her neck.

She prided herself on having hunted Magical Beasts with her tribe — but hunting a beast this enormous was, without question, a first in her life.

— ———, ————! —————!!

Just then, Anarchilon roared once.

The very next moment, a massive shriek of torn air rang out in the space ahead of the charging Sirocco — something was incoming.

"......Ngh!"

Sensing the enemy's attack on instinct, she instantly snapped her left arm up at a right angle beside her cheek.

The next moment, a tentacle punched through Sirocco's arm. Blood sprayed up, and red droplets scattered across her white cheek in every direction.

Heedless of the pain tearing through her body, Sirocco tried to keep up her charge — but the tentacles didn't stop. Two, three more shot in one after another, grazing her body and scattering blood.

The searing agony made her brow furrow on its own, but she forced even that aside and kicked off the ground.

Switching her feet against the ground in a dazzling rhythm, she spun her whole body through the air in rapid rotations — her light-wreathed ankles tracing arc after arc like a dancer's performance as she hurtled toward the enemy's attacks.

Kicks tracing dizzying trajectories detonated against the tentacles lashing in from every direction.

With each crossing of Sirocco's rapid-fire strikes and the tentacles falling from the sky, the jet-black appendages were destroyed one by one.

CRAAACK—!

But through the storm of fragments and powder whirling madly in all directions, Anarchilon's next attack had already fired.

Another tentacle lashed in low, sweeping horizontally along the ground, and collided with Sirocco.

She barely managed to bring one leg up to guard against the colossal tentacle — mass itself converted into overwhelming force — but in her airborne defensive posture, she took the pillar of the tentacle head-on.

Swept up by the tentacle's transcendent power, she was hurled backward at terrific speed. Unable to bear the crushing pressure of that mass, she let out a small scream.

"Ah — ngh......!!"

Mid-flight, her long streaming hair veiled her expression for an instant.

Then the small girl's body, flung by the tentacle, tore across the night sky and was dashed against the ground.

She skidded on, spraying dirt. The forest trees and rocks she collided with shattered wholesale, scattering dust.

Eyes squeezed shut, Sirocco finally came to a stop — and realized her body had ceased rolling and lay sprawled face-up toward the sky.

She slowly opened her closed eyes.

"Am I really this weak?"

Lying there blankly, gazing up at the sky, Sirocco quietly parted her lips and murmured.

"What was it all for, anyway? Why did I want to get strong?"

Right. For what — did I.

The image of her tribe, seen somewhere long ago, drifted across her mind.

Beast-kin children weeping bitterly from hunger; children draped in rags. Tribespeople attacked by Magical Beasts, fleeing through the desert sandstorms.

The terrain collapse in the rock desert robbing them of one of their few water sources, leaving everyone hollow with despair.

A land brimming with death and despair. There, the Beast-kin tribespeople wail over lost loved ones, lost precious people.

Skin torn away by Magical Beasts; blood scattered. Beast-kin battered beyond recognition. And before them, rows of crude grave markers built from branches.

Sirocco watches that scene in silence and bows her head.

Beside her, her grandfather — the tribe's chieftain — watches with her, his aged white hair stirring, and quietly intones.

[We are the abandoned ones of a barren land.]

[If we take no action, perhaps it is our fate that this will never change.]

[The Empire — society — does not accept us. Our talents have become a curse, Sirocco.]

Maybe it was the weight of the blow she had just taken, but she stared at the sky, her mood unbearably heavy, and thought blankly.

—Right. That's why I wanted to change that future of ours. Somehow. With my own strength.

So she would grow strong and be acknowledged. Overwhelmingly strong — strong enough to reach everyone, even the rest of the Empire — so that no one could ever look down on them again.

If she could just become that strong, and declare before everyone that her people were never dangerous. If only that could happen—

Just then, watching the warm light of the Sky Lanterns rise beyond the heavens, Sirocco's eyes flew open.

......Acknowledged? By whom?

Suddenly, a jet-black blur rippled in the air overhead — and the next moment, Anarchilon's tentacle tore through the sky, hurtling down toward her.

Seeing it, Sirocco's eyes went wide.

No. I have to move.

But even in this moment of life and death, no strength would enter her body. Sirocco clenched her teeth.

"—No. Not yet. The order he gave me......!"

The moment the words left her, she froze.

Even now, in a moment like this — why is it you who comes to mind?

"Sirocco!"

The next instant, an all-too-familiar voice — and someone came charging in at the speed of a bullet.

"Get down!"

A somewhat sturdy pair of arms caught her up, snatching her sideways out of the tentacle's trajectory in a single breath.

Landing to the side, sliding long across the ground, the someone braced an arm against the earth, and she felt him raise his head to check ahead.

Sirocco turned to look at the person holding her.

"You......"

The voice that slipped between her lips was so cracked it hardly sounded like her own.

Sirocco looked up, confirmed the boy holding her, and shouted.

"You! Why are you here?!"

Before she could finish, a tentacle materialized overhead and came spearing down toward them both.

In that exact instant, a massive mechanical horse appeared before them, cutting in to shield them.

The leaping horse's body was skewered by the tentacle and destroyed in a violent crash. Fragments of its outer metal shattered wholesale and sprayed across the sky.

Then Alicia came into view, tracing a parabolic arc through the air as she swept past to the side.

Having abandoned her mechanical horse and used it as a shield to barely block the tentacle's strike, Alicia spun her lance once and landed safely.

Sliding far back, well behind where Enoch and Sirocco were, she braced a hand against the ground and raised her head.

In that moment, the metal fragments of the mechanical horse scattering from the sky caught the Sky Lanterns' orange glow and shone, veiling the view as they swept past Enoch and Sirocco, who held each other close.

Sirocco's eyes flew wide with shock.

"Hey! You — this defeats the whole point of me going alone! I came all this way to help you! So why!"

"I have a reason."

Enoch looked down quietly at the AP Bomb clutched tight in Sirocco's hand and said.

"Because it's my duty, Sirocco."

"What is wrong with you, seriously......!"

Sirocco clenched her teeth before she knew it.

Feeling as if something long suppressed had finally burst, she seized a fistful of Enoch's shirt from within his arms and pushed her upper body in close.

"I'm the one who has to be useful to you!"

"Sirocco."

Sirocco's glossy red lips were parted slightly, her small fangs bared. Their faces were close enough to feel each other's breath.

Perhaps because, as always, the arms holding her had put her at ease in spite of herself, she cried out desperately, her voice steeped in frustration.

"Hey! You know it too, don't you? Even if we fight like this, the rest of the Empire still won't acknowledge us Beast-kin!"

"......"

"That's why I have to be acknowledged as strong by even more people! And if I don't help you properly this time of all times, then no one will ever know what I — the representative of the Beast-kin — did out here!"

Sirocco pressed a hand over her chest.

"I have to be acknowledged by everyone in the Empire. To change how they see the Beast-kin. That's the only way everything I've done for my tribe doesn't end up meaningless, isn't it?!"

—No.

Even as she cried out with desperate feeling, something seemed to press down hard against her heart, and Sirocco ground her teeth.

Is that really it?

On this battlefield where no one was even watching — was that truly the only reason she fought like this?

She had certainly fought all this time for the revival and survival of the Beast-kin. And yet, at some point, the reason she wanted to be strong had stopped being only that.

Sirocco forced down that strange feeling and cried out to Enoch with imploring eyes.

"So——"

"Let me ask you one thing."

Unlike her — voice raw, emotions boiling over — Enoch cut in calmly.

Startled by the sudden question, Sirocco gave a sharp gasp, eyes flying wide.

Gazing straight at her, Enoch asked evenly.

"I've watched you all this time, so I can tell. Sirocco — is that truly what you want to become strong for?"

Sirocco drew a small breath.

Her body trembled quietly, then went still. The question was so sudden that her thoughts simply refused to continue.

She looked up. Before her eyes was—

Only Enoch.

Over him, brief memories flickered past.

The black-haired boy enduring endless training in the underground hall of the Elsyde citadel. The Elsyde Direct Lineage who, unlike her, met every situation with calm and cut his way through.

The one who always seemed on the verge of letting her understand more — and yet, to the very end, seemed to be hiding something—

Sirocco gazed at Enoch for a long moment, then slowly lifted her eyes toward the sky. And she whispered, quietly.

"......Yeah. So that's what it was."

Watching Sirocco's ruby-bright eyes sparkle in the light of the hope-laden lanterns, Enoch suddenly noticed that she had turned to glance at him.

He murmured quietly before he realized it.

"Sirocco?"

The precarious, anxious look from moments ago had vanished without a trace — she seemed to have returned to her usual self.

No — more than that, something in her bearing was subtly—

Just as Enoch's thought reached that point, Sirocco hopped lightly out of his arms and held something out toward him.

Seeing it, Enoch's eyes went wide. A cylindrical piece of metal about the size of a tea caddy — the AP Bomb.

"Hey. I'm leaving this with you."

"What?"

"You said it's your duty, didn't you? And I came here to help you. So I get it — planting this thing in that monster isn't my role. Instead, you know what?"

With the enemy's colossal silhouette at her back, Sirocco glanced over her shoulder at him.

Her slightly wavy red hair streamed through the darkness, rippling across her white cheek and prim gaze.

"Instead — leave neutralizing that thing to me."

"You......"

Enoch's eyes flew wide.

Before he could say anything, a sudden raging gale swept past, brushing his cheek with scorching heat.

WHIRRRRRRRR—!

It was no illusion, no metaphor — a wave of mana, blazing with unmistakable heat.

The vegetation where Sirocco stood withered brown in a single breath, snapped, and scattered wildly in every direction.

In the heart of that storm — skirt whipping in the fierce wind, standing with a transcendent expression — the wolf-eared girl quietly parted her lips and intoned.

"Now I understand."

"What?"

Sirocco slowly raised her head. Her vividly shining, ruby-like eyes met his — and Enoch quietly swallowed before he knew it.

Sirocco clenched a fist tight at the center of her chest.

"I've been agonizing over it this whole time. Why I want to be strong. At first I thought it was all for my tribe — but at some point it became about helping you, fighting out here all battered like this. And weirdly, I started wanting you to praise me, too. So—"

Sirocco stared straight at Enoch before her, bared her small fangs, and declared with perfect calm.

"So listen. When I look at you, I get so confused about what my reason for getting stronger is even supposed to be. Did you know that?"

"......That's."

"But now I know for certain."

Sirocco spun around, then smiled — small, her face flushed pink.

Eyes narrowing, wearing a smile that was prim and yet more bewitching than anything, the girl walking toward the enemy declared to him, full of spirit.

"Here, in this place — I wanted to become strong for you. Not for anyone else!"

The next moment, Enoch's eyes flew wide.

Beautiful crystals of red light had already begun gathering around Sirocco.

Condensed so densely that not even Sense of Mana was needed to perceive it, revealing its brilliance in the night air like a polar aurora — it was a vivid streak of crimson-flame light.

The lines of mana formed by those crystals gathered around Sirocco's body like shimmering heat-haze, then flared dazzlingly and converged upon both her ankles.

And so, around the white bare legs of the wolf-eared girl walking out across the midnight battlefield, skirt streaming, a red-tinged gale wound itself.

The raging wind, surging with white heat, whipped the clothes of Enoch and Alicia — watching from behind — all at once.

Turning her head, fixing her eyes squarely on the enemy as she walked slowly forward, Sirocco murmured.

"Hmph. Come to think of it — you did tell me to go wild on this battlefield, didn't you?"

"......!"

While Enoch stood wide-eyed at the words he himself had once spoken, he realized that Alicia, who had come up beside him at some point, was staring at Sirocco — speechless, stunned.

"Alicia?"

In that moment Alicia spoke, stumbling slightly, as if voicing a truth she herself could not believe.

"Direct Lineage. That's — it can't be......! It's unmistakable......!!"

"Unmistakable? What is?"

"It's beginning — right here, right now, Direct Lineage!!"

Alicia whipped around to face him.

Her red lips, wet with excitement, parted halfway — and clenching both fists tight, her expression flushed and welling up from the depths of her heart, she cried out.

"—Lady Sirocco's Rank Transcendence!"

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