Translation of Sword Art Online’s volume 14, chapter 13(Tap,2014).
The Decisive Battle
5th Month of Human World Calendar 380
—Ooh, nice one.
I muttered my somewhat lighthearted opinion of Alice’s grand speech in my heart while listening to it.
I would have lost against this pressure that threatened to freeze me solid and ended up stepping back if I didn’t.
The hundredth floor of the Central Cathedral that I finally reached was a circular, spacious room, probably forty meters across. A bed, gigantic and circular as well, was placed in the middle of the room and that appeared to be the only furniture around.
And standing still atop that bed was a stark naked, absurdly beautiful girl.
There was no doubt she was the supreme ruler of the Axiom Church—thus effectively, the Human World—the highest minister, Administrator. The overwhelming presence she exuded just by standing there instantly blew away my recognition of this world, Underworld, as a virtual world and how its inhabitants, including her, were AI, or «artificial fluct lights», stored on storage media made by man.
No. It was before I laid my sight on her magnificent silver hair and specular silver eyes; my two hands were already damp with sweat, the murky fear raising goose bumps down my back, by the time I boarded the elevating disk on the ninety-ninth floor to get here.
After all, the cold «presence of death» lingering at the dim hole that opened up straight above the elevating disk was heavier than every single one of the boss rooms I had experienced back in the Floating Castle Aincrad.
My physical body, Kirigaya Kazuto in the real world rather than Kirito the expert swordsman-in-training, would not die in the Soul Translator even if I lost my all of my Life in this Underworld. However, this girl who called herself the highest minister, Administrator, possessed the power to put me through torture worse than an actual death.
That’s right, the sage, Cardinal, said it, didn’t she? That Administrator was not bound by the Taboo Index she created herself, but she was still incapable of murder due to the concept of taboos taught to her when she was young.
However, that restriction was precisely why the highest minister could make me suffer a horrible fate—for example, forcing me into a situation much like those machinelike elders, connected to tubes, for all eternity.
My fear, originating from my broad knowledge, could never match that of Alice or Eugeo.
It appeared Eugeo had his «piety module» removed by Administrator, but Alice’s was still embedded in her fluct light. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the terror she had to endure, standing face to face with the supreme ruler like this.
But still, the golden knight firmly threw out her chest and continued her speech in a clear voice to the very end.
“Our ultimate mission is not to protect the Axiom Church! It is to protect the peaceful lives and tranquil rest of the tens of thousands of the people without might! On the other hand, Esteemed Highest Minister, your deeds serve only as a detriment to the public peace for the many living in the Human World!!”
Standing a step in front, Alice’s golden hair shone even brighter, as though radiating with the light of conviction. Her strong and clear voice cut into the cold air the wide room was submerged in and swept it aside.
However, the ruler standing still a distance away showed absolutely no sign of anger at Alice’s blatant admonitions, the edges of her lips even turning up slightly as if to express her amusement.
Screaming out in a shrill voice that scraped at my eardrums in her stead, was the chief elder, Chudelkin, who was hiding under the bed for some reason.
“Sh- Shh-Shut upppppppp!!”
Bouncing out from beyond the hanging sheets with vigor, he rolled forward before standing up. Perhaps that made him dizzy as he tottered about for a bit before regaining his footing and threw his head back, trying to look as impressive as he could with his small stature, in between the highest minister and us.
His red and blue jester costume was torn to shreds and his replenished poison gas was let out again because he was swallowed up by the Fragrant Olive Sword’s armament full control art that Alice invoked downstairs.
Alice had used that incredible technique that split the sword’s blade into hundreds of small edges, bringing forth a golden storm of flowers, to escape from Eugeo’s parting gift, that ice jail, but she mercilessly included Chudelkin after he descended from above with his odd laughter, hopping into the middle of the room.
While his clothes were shredded, he managed to escape without suffering any heavy injuries by exhibiting once again his one and only forte, running away, but there was nowhere else to run here on the highest floor.
But perhaps influenced by Administrator who stood behind him, Chudelkin raised his hands up high, then quickly thrust his two index fingers at Alice.
“A broken knight puppet like yoouuuu!? Mission!? Protect!? You make me laugh, hoo—hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh——!!”
He spun around while laughing shrilly, flashing his underpants with red and blue vertical stripes as his tattered jester outfit fluttered about. Putting both hands onto his waist, he pointed the toes on his left foot at Alice this time and continued yelling.
“The whole lot of you knights!! You’re nothing more than wooden puppets that live on to follow my commands to the letterr!! You will lick this foot if I tell you to, and you will become a horsey if I tell you tooo!! Appreeeciaaaate that mission bestowed upon you integrity knights, hooooohh!!”
He lost his balance then, with his body nearly falling backwards and his huge head leading the way, but he narrowly avoided that by flapping his two hands at his sides.
“In the first placee! How could the Order be destroyed, that’s just ridicuuuu—louss! There aren’t even ten of you out of order, including that trashy number one and twoo! So I still have over twenty pawns at my fingertipss! The church’s rule won’t tremble even one bit from your lonely prattle, you gaudy, golden girl!!”
Though meant as cynicism, it appeared the clown’s petty curses took some tension off Alice. Regaining her characteristic calmness and harshness, the knight lightly shook her head and responded in an icy voice.
“You are the fool here, scarecrow. Do you have straw and rags in replace of a brain in that round head of yours?”
More blood rushed up to his already-red head, but before he could yell out anything, Alice continued her words with the slickness of ice towards the now-purple Chudelkin.
“Ten among the twenty knights remaining are immobile due to that «reset» the Esteemed Highest Minister spoke of… the alteration of their memories through arts. And the other half are riding astride flying dragons even now, engaged in combat at the mountain range at the edge. You can’t possibly recall them. The moment you do, the Axiom Church’s rule will collapse as the forces of darkness march into the Human World through the caves north, west, and south of the mountain range, and through the «Large East Gate» too.”
Alice cast her final words to finish off Chudelkin whose face surpassed purple and turned pitch-black as he groaned.
“No—that is already collapsing. Those ten knights and those flying dragons can’t fight on forever. However, there is no one capable of taking their places left here at the cathedral. Or perhaps you will proceed to the Dark Territory in person and have a bout against those darkness knights renowned for their bravery, Chudelkin?”
I couldn’t help but to cast my eyes down a little as I kept still behind Alice when she pointed that out. Eugeo and I were the ones who sent the substitute knights, essentially Eldrie, Deusolbert, and the «Four Oscillation Blades», to the hospital.
However, before I could look downwards, the pressure in Chudelkin’s head crossed its limit.
“Mmhooooo!! H- Ho-How impertineeeentt!! Don’t think you’ve won that one yet, girlll!!”
Exhaling air that seemed practically as intense as steam through his nose, the clown floundered as he stamped on the floor.
“This is your punishment for such rudeness towards mee!! I’ll have you at the mountain range for three years after a reset for youuuuu!! No, I’ll have you do this and that as my toy before thaaaatt!!”
Following that, the chief elder who began yelling out his plans for Alice in a screechy voice was instantly silenced by a short utterance from Administrator behind him.
Completely ignoring Chudelkin whose face returned to white all at once and stood at attention in silence, the highest minister turned to Alice and lightly tilted her face.
“It doesn’t seem like an error in your logic circuits, after all. And the piety module is still active… In that case, was the «Code 871» applied by that person voluntarily released…? Rather than through an unanticipated emotion…?”
—Just what was she talking about? That person…? Code, eight, seven, one…?
I frowned, unable to grasp the meaning behind Administrator’s words.
The silver-haired girl divulged no further information and tossed the hair flowing over her shoulder behind with her right hand as she switched her tone.
“Well, I won’t make any progress on my understanding without further analysis. …Now then, Chudelkin. I shall be magnanimous and grant you an opportunity to restore your worth after how you had fled. Try your best to freeze those three with your arts. As for their Lives, well, anything above two-tenth would be fine.”
She carelessly waved her right hand’s index finger after she spoke.
With that, the gigantic bed stationed at the highest minister’s feet immediately began spinning with a dull noise as my eyes widened.
The bed, measuring ten meters across and fixed with a canopy, sank into the floor like an enormous screw. Chief Elder, Chudelkin, who was acting haughty at its immediate side, jumped aside with a “hohii”.
With the entire bed now neatly stored under the floor, its canopy, too, spun about as it fitted under the floor, leaving nothing more than a circular pattern lined by the carpet. After a short pause, the highest minister landed onto the floor without any sound whatsoever.
A thought came to mind and I looked towards my feet, seeing a similar pattern on the floor bounding the elevating disk that had brought Alice and I here. It seemed this room was contrived to have things rising from and sinking into the floor, and I looked around, but the only other pattern I spotted was a small one against the wall far away. I had no guess for what could come out from there.
The highest floor felt astonishingly wide with the bed gone.
The curved wall was completely sided by glass lacking even a single smirch while golden pillars supported the domed canopy. The canopy was adorned with an intricate piece of art that appeared to be based on the creation myth, with the crystals embedded all over it flickering like stars.
The somewhat surprising bit was how mock golden swords decorated every one of those pillars. Even the smallest ones were a meter long, while the largest ones were over three meters long, so it seemed utterly impossible to pull them from the pillars to wield them as weapons, with their absurdly tiny grips. Their blades hardly seemed sharp either.
At any rate, the hundredth floor of the cathedral had absolutely no cover, a space greatly disadvantageous when fighting against a sacred arts user. Having judged that for the moment, I figured it would be best to charge forward before Chudelkin had the chance to chant his arts and shifted my balanced onto my right foot.
But even before I could move for real, I saw Alice shake her head slightly.
“It will be dangerous rushing in unprepared. The Esteemed Highest Minister should possess the arts needed to capture us alive with a simple touch. She must be targeting that opening by sending Chudelkin to challenge us first.”
“That reminds me…”
Here, Eugeo, who had stayed quite so far, whispered in a tense voice.
“It felt like the highest minister didn’t kill me despite having the chance. In addition, the chief elder intentionally got on… no, touched Bercouli-san when turning him into stone.”
“I see, a «direct contact rule», huh.”
I nodded along while muttering. Aside from the ranged offensive arts, such as flames or ice blades, one would generally need to touch the target with one’s hands—though feet should work just as well—for there to be any effect. It was a fundamental rule of sacred arts that even novice trainees of the academy knew.
In other words, there was no worry of suffering from that terrible petrification art as long as we restrain from direct contact with Chudelkin and Administrator. But at the same time, that would put our swords out of range.
Thus, our situation remained disadvantageous. Alice’s skill with sacred arts was far from Eugeo’s and my reach and if it turned out as an exchange of ranged arts, Chudelkin could likely drive all three of us back on his own as the chief elder.
Eugeo continued talking about something while I bit my lips and continued thinking.
“Besides… the highest minister’s whole body is…”
But before he could, Chudelkin who had fallen onto his rear jumped to his feet like clockworks.
He showed us, bracing ourselves in a hurry, a revulsive smile entirely different from before as he buttered up to the ruler behind himself.
“…Your Eminence, what magnanimity, to go out of your way and bestow upon me this pleasure when you could have crushed those three damned bugs with a single prod from your little finger! Your humble subject is in tears! He is truly in tearss!! Hgh, hghghgh…”
We could only feel dumbfounded as viscous tears fell from the corners of his eyes in drops just like he had said.
Perhaps Administrator was tired of dealing with him too, but she moved back five meters with a curt remark.
“…Well, just go for it.”
“Y-Yess! Your humble subject will fight tooth and nail to meet your expectatiiooooonnss!!”
Chudelkin pressed his two thumbs onto his temple and his tears came to a sudden stop, as though there was a switch there; the small jester grinned broadly as he glared at us.
“Now, now, now… the lot of you won’t be getting out of this with a simple apologyyy. I’ll shave at least eight-tenth of your Lives away, bit by bit, before you grovel in tears on the ground, so how about you prepare yourselvess?”
“…I had enough of your foolish words. Like I had said downstairs, I will slice your dirty tongue off from its base, so stop your yapping and come.”
Unwilling to even give an inch in the battle of words, Alice replied, then gripped her beloved sword’s handle with her right hand and strengthened her center of gravity.
Once again, Chudelkin crossed his arms before his chest in a bizarre pose roughly five meters away.
“Nnnnnn, unforgivableeee!! If you desire to be licked by my beautiful tongue so much, I’ll lick you all you likeee!! After you’re frozen stifff!! …Hoaaah—!!”
Chudelkin jumped up high with that cry and launched himself behind into the air, landing with a thump after one a half flips and a twist. Not on his feet or his hands, but on the top of his head.
Eugeo and I weren’t the only ones rendered speechless; the same went for Alice. Sure, the chief elder might be more stable upside down due to that super huge round head on his stick-like torso, but just what was he thinking, cutting off his movement?
But the person in question, Chudelkin, had an exceedingly serious face on—hard as it was to recognize, with him upside down—as all of his four limbs shot out, before he screamed out the start to a sacred art in his ear-piercing voice.
In response, Alice drew her sword with a shrill noise. Despite being at a loss for an appropriate response, Eugeo and I braced ourselves with our swords too.
“Generate cryogenic elementt!!”
Chudelkin shouted out the generation art for cryogenic elements awfully quick.
The power and scale of ranged offensive arts could be mostly predicted from the number of elements generated at the start. I squinted in order to not miss the points of light appearing on the chief elder’s hands.
Paan!! Chudelkin slapped his two hands together while doing a headstand and spread them wide. Blue flecks of light were brought forth on the fingers of both hands with a faint, audible pulse—ten of them.
“Damn, the max, huh.”
I cursed without thinking much, but it wasn’t like I didn’t expect that. Even a beginner like me who knew nothing more than the basics could generate five on a hand if I focused. Chudelkin was the Axiom Church’s strongest arts user, if excluding Administrator, and it would be only natural, instead, for him to generate ten on two hands.
Alice stayed still, but I took a step to the right and held out my left hand to create thermal elements, the opposing element. Eugeo, too, adopted the exact same posture. If we managed five elements each somehow, we might be able to defend against Chudelkin’s cryogenic elements—
However, that happened when I was about to start my shout.
Paan!! The noise from a slap rang out once more.
That was the noise made by Chudelkin, on his head, when he deftly slapped his two bare feet together. His two legs part next and extended out into a straight line like his two hands. Immediately, all ten tips of his toes, too, had cryogenic elements generated on them with a noise like falling frost.
The phrase Eugeo hoarsely muttered on my left was one I fully agreed with.
While maintaining a total of twenty blue elements on his hands and feet, Chudelkin showed a huge smile with his inverted mouth.
“Ohoh, ohohohoho… Quaking in your boots, peeing in your trouserss? I can’t very well have you lump me up with those trashy arts user, you know?”
In the Underworld, control over sacred arts, or to put it plainly, magic, was done through voice commands and the user’s imagination. Taking healing arts as an example, holding animosity in your heart towards the target would have a sharp decline in its effect while praying for someone to recover with all your effort could bring about a heal beyond one’s authority.
The same applied to offensive arts that manipulated elements.
Reshaping the generated elements and firing them required more than the voice commands, or the words of the art. A conductor for the user’s imagination, linked to the consciousness, was absolutely essential.
That was, in short, one’s fingers. One had to retain the image of an element connected to one finger for the entire duration of the art incantation.
In other words, no matter how high ranking an arts user was, it was normal to manipulate a maximum of only ten elements through both hands. To break that restriction and use the toes on one’s feet as imagination circuits, one would have to continuously hover in the sky—or do a headstand with only one’s head. Like Chief Elder Chudelkin.
Continuing his shrill cries, Chudelkin chanted the command to shape the elements at an exceedingly quick pace and swung his right and left hands towards us, who were standing still, one after another with hardly a pause between them.
Cutting through the air, five icicles released a swirl of cold air while they shot forth. Another five chased after.
Even if we wanted to dodge, the two layers of ice spears, shot out high and low, revealed no blind spots as they spread out in a fan shape while flying here. Figuring I could only knock down the icicles likely to hit myself, I firmed up the grip on my cherished sword in my right hand and looked at—
A golden sparkle obscuring my sight.
With a horizontal sweep, Alice’s Fragrant Olive Sword divided into countless small edges, starting from its tip, and fluttered as they dispersed into a whirl.
It wasn’t my first time seeing Alice’s armament full control art, but both Eugeo and I had our breaths taken away by its frightening beauty.
Only the bluish white moonlight shining in from the glass windows to the south illuminated the cathedral’s highest floor. But still, the golden petals drew traces in a bright shade of golden yellow as if they emitted their own light, soaring as a dense meteor shower.
Alice swung down the grip left in her hand with a sharp cry.
The storm of flowers fluttering in the air followed her movement’s lead and engulfed the ten icicles, producing the rigid noises of something being shaved away. Like tossing ice cubes into a high speed blender, the ice spears shot by Chudelkin quickly turned into harmless sherbet and melted, their resources futilely scattering into the air.
With that sacred arts fired so proudly easily rendered powerless, Chudelkin bit tightly and grinded his upper and lower jaws against each other while roaring out in an upset voice.
“…Don’t think you’ve won yet with a crude grater like thatt! How about this thenn! Hooooohh!!”
He swung his two legs, lowered horizontally with the ten elements still on them, up from his sides with force.
The cryogenic elements that flew up high, drawing parallel blue streaks, coalesced into one near the ceiling and produced a rectangular lump of ice.
The ice continued enlarging while heavy, dull thumps reverberated, growing into a cube with each side probably measuring at least two meters long. The transformation didn’t stop there and fiendishly sharp spikes thrust out all across it in a dense formation.
If the laws of physics in the Underworld conformed to those in the real world, the ice die in the air would be totalled up to a mass of over seven tons. Quickly coming to the conclusion that taking something like that on with a sword would be impossible, I unconsciously took a step back.
“Hohihii… how about thatt, how’s the taste of my greatest and finest artt!! Now, it’s time to flatten all of youuuu—!!”
While upside down, Chudelkin dropped his two legs that were extended straight up. The spiky die began falling with a roar.
Eugeo and I lost our wits and jumped to the sides. But once again, Knight Alice didn’t take a single step back. She firmly grasped the gigantic object, looming ever closer to crush her, in her sight while standing upright—
Letting out a roar more ferocious than any of those in the battles thus far, she raised the handle of her beloved sword in her right hand up high.
The small golden blades floating about gathered with a crisp, metallic noise and created a cone probably around three meters long. The drill with countless barbs lined up across its surface growled and spun as it intercepted the falling ice cube.
A tremendously loud noise and dazzling flash was produced the moment the two objects met, causing the room to tremble violently.
“Kuhnnuhooooohh… c-cru-crush… iitttt!”
“……Break it… O, flowers…!!”
The features of the chief elder and integrity knight leaned the same amount on the scale of beauty, though towards different ends, as they wrung out desperate cries.
When skills of this scale collide, their numerical priorities would naturally play a part, but the most important factor for victory would be one’s willpower and potential for imagination.
The blue block of ice and the gold spiral struggled for seconds with a point that glowed white with incandescence between them, but it didn’t take long before they gradually began breaking into it. The glaring flash and ear-splitting noise of the impact made it impossible to know whether the cube was crushing the drill with its weight or if the drill was piercing through the cube as it rotated.
The result of the match was clear only when the two objects were practically laid over each other.
Crack; the sharp noise of something shattering rang out and cracks ran over the entirety of the ice cube.
Immediately after, the block of ice that could have fitted a small hut dispersed into enormous fragments as they scattered in all direction. The surrounding air was instantly dyed white and I guarded the incoming wave of cold air with my left arm.
The panicked shriek came from Chief Elder Chudelkin.
Still on his head, his stick-like limbs quivered all over.
“No… no way, of all the ridiculous… H-How could the transcendentally beautiful and extraordinarily cool art Her Eminence had bestowed upon me…”
The mocking smile finally vanished from his lips, so red they appeared venomous, but still, Alice wasn’t left unhurt though she splendidly succeeded in shattering the huge block of ice. The small edges that formed that cone returned to their original longsword appearance with a wave of her right arm and the knight valiantly stayed on her feet, despite her posture falling in complete disarray. She must have been hit by several fragments of the ice block that broken apart at point-blank range from her.
Holding me back with her left hand when I ran towards her, Alice flicked the tip of her beloved sword towards the distant Chudelkin.
“Chudelkin, your faithless techniques are nothing more than a paper balloon blown up with air! Just like your own body!!”
“Wh… w-what did…”
Chudelkin’s curses and swears stopped at last upon receiving Alice’s rebuke, as sharp as any of her slash. His round head distorted to its limit and trembled violently, as his sweat flowed in the reverse direction like a waterfall.
It was then—
When the highest minister, Administrator, who had been watching the battle from the back of the room finally spoke with words that bordered on expressing her boredom.
“Honestly, you certainly stay a fool no matter how many years pass, don’t you, Chudelkin?”
The chief elder’s limbs instantly shrunk in.
In contrast to Chudelkin who had contracted to the size of a child, the highest minister tilted her body in a graceful motion and lay down in mid-air, on what seemed exactly like an invisible sofa. Lightly floating upwards in that posture, she then crossed her slender legs as she continued.
“The Fragrant Olive Sword Alice has possesses a physical priority that is considered top class even among all of the divine objects in existence. And the girl firmly believes in that fact too. To think you would try a physical-type offensive art on an opponent like that, have you even forgotten the basics of sacred arts?”
Tears suddenly fell from Chudelkin’s two eyes while his high-pitched voice leaked out. He was upside down, so the large drops flowed down his forehead one after another, creating a stain on the carpet as they reached the tip of his head.
“Ohoohh… what a waste, what an honor, what an inspiration!! For Her Eminence to confer her teachings onto her undeserving subject directly…?! Your expectations shall not be in vain, this Chudelkin will ensure your kindness will be repaaaaaaaaiiidd!!”
It appeared Administrator’s voice had more effect than healing arts on Chudelkin. The chief elder’s fear from earlier was swept away in an instant and he gave Alice a bizarre glare that was filled with what was probably his own unique form of determination.
“Number thirtyy!! You said it, didn’t youu, that I was a paper balloon with no substance!!”
“…And you believe you can refute that?”
“I doo——!! I do, I do, I do, I dooo!!”
“Even I have something I believe in!! And that very thing is lovee!! My love that lacks all falsehood towards Her Eminence, our sacred and beautiful Highest Ministeeeeerr—!!”
I would have never guessed those words originated from anywhere aside from some third-rate drama, but the current time and situation allowed them to resound through the room, powerfully, with a tinge of tragedy. Even if it was a half-naked clown, upside-down on his gigantic head, who spoke them.
Chudelkin glared at Alice with fiery eyes and spread his limbs out wide while wringing out shrill words directed at Administrator behind himself.
“Y- Yo-Your Eminence, Highest Ministerr!!”
“What is it? Chudelkin.”
“Your Eminence, your humble subject, the chief elder, Chudelkin, begs for you to grant his insolent request, the first in his many years of service under youu!! Your subject shall now stake his life to exterminate the rebelss! In the event that he succeeeds, will Your Eminencee! W-Will Your Eminenceee grant the allowance for these hands and lips to come into contact with your noble being, and to s-share a single night’s dream with it, I beg of you, I beg of you, I beg of you, pleaseeeeeee!!?
—That’s one mighty direct request towards the absolute ruler of the Human World.
But I had no doubt whatsoever those screams were his true feelings, emotions expressed from the depths of the spirit that belonged to this man named Chudelkin.
Listening to the monologue that went beyond being tragic and could even be considered heroic, Eugeo, Alice, and I were all frozen in place at a loss for words.
On the other hand, the highest minister, Administrator, heard Chudelkin’s wish as she floated at the far end of the room and—
Her pearl grey lips sharply twisted up as though she found him unbearably comical.
Shades of scorn and ridicule quivered in her mirror-like eyes that rejected all light. Administrator’s right hand covered her mouth as she spoke in a voice, filled with affection, contrary to that expression.
Or so she whispered.
“I will swear it on Stacia, the Goddess of Creation. You shall have every last nook of this body for a night the moment you accomplish your task.”
I knew there was no truth to those words as a human of the real world which was likewise immersed in lies and deception.
The humans of this world, likely caused by the architecture of artificial fluct lights, are incapable of disobeying laws and regulations ranked above them. Those laws include the local ones in villages and cities, the Empire Fundamental Law, the Taboo Index, and any personal vows to the goddesses.
The number of laws binding each individual lessened as one climbed the ranks in the ruling structure, but that rule applied to the supervisors with the highest standing, Cardinal and Administrator, all the same. The code of behavior passed down by their parent still lived on, with Cardinal unable to place a tea cup on a table and Administrator unable to kill a human.
But these eyes of mine had just witnessed how Administrator was not bound by her vows to the goddesses a moment ago. In other words, she did not hold even a scrap of faith towards the three goddesses: Stacia the Creation Goddess, Solus the Sun Goddess, and Terraria the Land Goddess, who granted the Axiom Church its authority.
But of course, Chudelkin did not discern his master’s lies.
Upon hearing the words Administrator spoke while restraining her snickers, large drops of tears overflowed anew from Chudelkin’s two eyes.
“Ohh… ohhh…… your humble subject is now… engulfed in happiness incomparable to any otheerr…… my… my will to fight is swelling up a hundred times over and my spirit is overflowing, to put it into words, your subject is now truly invincibleeeee!!”
His tears audibly vaporized—
A brilliance suddenly enveloped all of Chudelkin, like flames.
“Syss! Temm! Caaaaall!! Generateee thermaaal elemeee——ntttt!!”
His hands and feet cut through the air and points of light, burning red, formed on his limbs, currently extended straight to his fingertips or toes. The fact that this was Chudelkin’s final and greatest attack was made clear to even me who stood behind Alice.
Like the cryogenic elements earlier, the number of thermal elements generated, gleaming like rubies, totalled up to twenty.
Chudelkin’s two feet were freed from their role of supporting his body as he stood on his head. But that said, individually imaging each toe among the ten on his feet would not be possible without amassing a tremendous amount of practice.
I was totally focused on his bizarre appearance and personality, but with his years of experience, Chudelkin was a formidable opponent not to be taken lightly just like the senior integrity knights—perhaps even surpassing them with his number of years.
Maybe he sensed my shudders, but Chudelkin’s eyes narrowed with triumph, then widened as much as they could next. His tiny pupils emitted a crimson light and my fear turned to shock. I wondered if his willpower had turned into flames and shifted to his eyes like some hot-blooded protagonist, but then realized that was off.
The light burning right before Chudelkin’s two eyes were large thermal elements. That guy had used even his own two eyes as terminals and generated his twenty-first and twenty-second elements.
Elements radiate resources with properties conforming to their type before they were fired, though dim. It would feel just a little warm when thermal elements were brought forth several centimeters from your fingers, but he would never get out unscathed when maintaining ones that large right before his eyeballs. The skin around his eyes started sizzling at once.
But the chief elder appeared utterly unconcerned over both the heat and pain. Chudelkin smirked with his whole face, changing from looking strange to evil with his eye sockets blackened, then screamed out at a pitch higher than before.
“Behoooooooldd, this is my greatest and strongest sacreeed aaaarttt…! Come forth, demonn!! Incinerate the rebels to charss!!”
His once withdrawn limbs swung out faster than the eye could follow. Instead of transforming immediately, the twenty elements fired organized themselves into five horizontal rows in the air as they flew about in between Chudelkin and us at a ferocious speed.
Their trajectories gleamed red and reproduced the shape of a gigantic human as a whole while I watched on, speechless.
Short legs. A fat belly that swelled out. Curiously long arms. And a head wearing a crown with numerous horns extending from it. It was just like Chudelkin before he released the smoke screen from his clothes, magnified several times, a giant clown.
The elements that created the blazing, five meters tall clown drew vertical stripes in the shade of deep crimson that dyed jester costumes before vanishing.
Though modeled after Chudelkin’s face, the clown’s face, present so high above that I had to look up, appeared several times more vicious. A tongue of flames flickered in and out from the gap between its thick lips and a frigid chill radiated from the crevices that made up its narrow, long, slanted eyes despite how it was a flaming giant.
Chudelkin swung his hands and feet around as he constructed the clown with thermal elements and to finish things off, he shut his eyes where the last two elements resided with enough force to make a noise. With that, the thermal elements moved towards the clown’s dark eye sockets and resided within them as eyes, flaming red.
As though possessed by Chudelkin’s own spirit, the gigantic clown stared down at us with a murderous gaze. It brought up its right foot that wore a pointed shoe and stepped down hard on the floor slightly in front. A heavy tremor accompanied the inferno swirling up from the giant’s foot as heat wavered in its surroundings.
Eugeo and I were in no state of mind to do anything but stand still, dumbfounded, but a murmur from Alice standing before us prompted us to grip our swords in a fluster.
“…I did not know he was capable of arts on this level either.”
Alice’s words remained calm even in such a situation, but they ended off on a hoarse note, perhaps reflecting the unrest in her heart.
“It appears I have underestimated Chudelkin. Unfortunately, my flowers are incapable of destroying that intangible giant of flames. Even if I focus on defense, it is unlikely I could hold for long.”
“…In other words, we can only attack Chudelkin directly in that time, huh…”
Alice let out some crisp instructions for me as I muttered in a rasp.
“Exactly. I will do everything I can to defend for ten seconds. Kirito, Eugeo, defeat Chudelkin in that time. However, you must not approach close enough to fight with your sword. There’s what the Esteemed Highest Minister is waiting for.”
Eugeo and I groaned simultaneously and exchanged looks.
He had overwhelmed me with the composure of ice when we crossed swords downstairs, but it seems Eugeo had regained his emotions when freed from his knighthood. While feeling glad, despite the situation we were in, over the fear and panic showing up on my partner’s face, I racked my brain.
If Alice wanted me to charge in while she’s dealing with the flaming clown, I would happily do it. I played that role when clearing the bosses back in the old Aincrad and besides, Chudelkin should be completely vulnerable while he controlled the clown.
But she was correct in how we had no guarantee that Administrator would stay quiet as we advanced. As such, we had to attack Chudelkin without approaching him, but as we were in the swordsman class, Eugeo and I had only two methods for far range attacks.
The first would be to use sacred arts like he did. But with the level of arts Eugeo and I were able to use, I doubt we could penetrate the defenses of a high ranking arts user like Chudelkin to cut away his Life.
The other would be to the secret move I had been saving up—or in other words, the armament full control art; but that came with its own problems. Activating it required reciting that lengthy art Cardinal had composed. That would definitely be impossible in ten seconds. Eugeo managed to use his full control art without the chant when he was turned into an integrity knight, but he probably couldn’t repeat that as he was now. Of course, neither could I.
As though sneering as me while I bit my lips, the blazing clown swayed its enormous body from side to side as it slowly began its advance. Its movements were hardly nimble, but it was big, after all. Each step brought it over a meter closer.
It was right after the flaming clown drew close enough for us to feel the heat it radiated on our skin when Alice finally took action.
She raised the Fragrant Olive Sword held in her right hand overhead. Her left arm, extended straight behind, and her legs, parted towards the front and back, were as tense as a bow’s string.
A gale like a tornado suddenly rose from Alice’s feet, violently setting her white long skirt and golden long hair aflutter. The Fragrant Olive Sword’s blade split into hundreds of petals enveloped in golden light and began to slide through the air in rows.
A shout that seemed impossible with a body as slender as hers shook the air.
At the same time, the golden petals whirled at such extreme speeds that they appeared merged into a single mass, growing into a huge tornado all of a sudden.
They densely grouped together and produced a cone to break the ice cube earlier, but they did the reverse this time. They spread out like a funnel, diagonally pointing up towards the sky from Alice’s hand, with a diameter close to five meters even at its narrow end.
The golden storm sucked up the surrounding air, becoming a gale that blew without form or structure, rocking Eugeo and me.
Just reaching out alone would cover the distance left between us; the flaming clown jumped up high with its unvanishing sneer, almost reaching the ceiling, then fearlessly descended into Alice’s tornado.
Dobaaa! The roar resembling a blazing furnace erased all other noise.
The golden tornado extended almost straight up and swallowed the flaming clown’s feet within itself. The flames were torn into by the edges rotating at high speeds and scattered like grand fireworks, scorching the air.
However, the clown retained its gigantic size and showed a broad sneer across its entire face as it slowly, slowly stomped onto the tornado. Alice’s feet quivered faintly as she supported it from straight below and the glimpse of her side profile I had showed a grim visage.
As though unable to endure the clown’s heat, the petals that made up the tornado became visibly redder. Alice and the Fragrant Olive Sword she held must have steadily losing their Lives even in this very moment.
There were—eight seconds left.
It would be impossible to defeat Chudelkin with sacred arts. There weren’t enough time for the full control art either. The only method left to me was the black sword in my right hand and the techniques I had immersed myself in.
During the two years I spent in the Underworld, I had practiced the many sword skills I knew from the past in order to teach Eugeo the «Aincrad style». Through that, I noticed sword skills in this world occasionally demonstrated power far exceeding what they possessed back in the world of SAO.
After all, most of the motions that lead to the result are determined not by the system’s control but the user’s willpower, their imagination. The small spider that watched over me for so long, Charlotte, and Knight Alice had called that power, «incarnation».
Thus. The power and range of sword skills that were strictly restricted by the system back in the old Aincrad could be amplified through the power of incarnation—probably.
But when considering it from the other end, fear, panic, hesitation, and such negative notions will weaken one’s techniques as well.
Inside of myself, the desire to dissociate from and to forget who I was in the old SAO days—that avatar given the two names, «The Black Swordsman» and «The Dual Blades»—had spread its roots deep.
Even I couldn’t provide an accurate analysis of where that emotion originated from. Though it might be due to the aversion to being treated as a hero, or the guilt over those I failed to save or those who died, it was just as possible those reasons were utterly wrong.
However, I could say this for certain. As much as I loathed it, «The Black Swordsman» was definitely a part of myself and gave form to me, granting me power, even now.
Yes, «he», who fought in that world, was now here—no, that should be «I» instead.
Seven seconds left.
Feeling, on my cheek, the heat from the giant stomping on Alice’s tornado, I stretched out my body much towards the right and lowered my waist.
Bringing the black sword in my right hand up to the level of my shoulders, I wielded it horizontal and pulled it far back.
I put my left hand on the sword’s tip like an aircraft catapult.
This skill was one that I had never tried using up until this point, whether it was to teach Eugeo or to simply reproduce. I knew why. This was the sword skill «The Black Swordsman» understood the most, the skill he used the most. You could even say it was symbolic of him.
I could see Chief Elder Chudelkin, on his head, at a point fifteen meters straight from the end of the slightly translucent black blade. His eyes, with their blackened borders, were closed, but I had no doubt he had linked his sight to that of the flaming clown through some sort of technique. In other words, he should have already noticed my actions.
I had one chance to attack and I couldn’t possibly have it defended or evaded. In that sense, this distance of fifteen meters felt unbearably far. Chudelkin was likely incapable of nimble movements while supporting himself with his head, but I had already witnessed his tenacity at times that mattered more than I needed to. Even half of a half-second would be enough; I had to get Chudelkin’s attention off myself.
Six seconds left. I whispered to my partner with words as fast as I could muster.
I gave him a glance at his near-immediate reply and saw an ice arrow, glowing blue, held in Eugeo’s right hand, though I had no idea when he made it. It wasn’t all that large, but its dazzling radiance served as proof of its high priority. Even I didn’t notice it while standing beside him, but he must have converted the cold air resources released during the exchange earlier between Alice and Chudelkin into elements.
Five seconds left. Eugeo’s hands moved as though they drew an invisible longbow tight and the nocked ice arrow let out a blue flash.
The ice arrow was shot with that short command, but not straight towards Chudelkin.
Eugeo’s left hand guided it first around the flaming clown’s right, then towards its left in a large curve as it soared upwards. The blue streak drawn by the ice arrow in the room dyed red by flames glittered brightly from their severe contrast. The clown’s burning eyes, too, revolved as they chased the arrow.
Four seconds left. Just before the ice arrow reached the ceiling of the room, Eugeo gripped his left hand tightly. With that as the signal, the arrow swooped down in a straight line at several times its previous speed. The keen arrowhead’s aim—
Was not Chief Elder Chudelkin.
It was the one slovenly lying sprawled in mid-air far behind him, the highest minister, Administrator.
Three seconds left.
The silver-haired girl showed absolutely no sign of panic even as she watched the rapid decline of the ice arrow brought about by Eugeo’s full might. She gave it a miffed glance, then pursed her pearl grey lips and let out a light sigh.
That alone sufficed to shatter the ice arrow with it still over a meter from the highest minister.
However, the true target of Eugeo’s attack was not Administrator herself—it was Chudelkin’s abnormal attachment for her.
The moment the arrow went behind him, Chudelkin’s actual two eyes opened and his head spun around with his entire body as he cried out.
“Your Eminencee, take careeeee!”
Two seconds left.
My body began its motions before Chudelkin’s scream reached me.
I pulled back my right arm as much as I could while it held my sword at shoulder-level. Detecting the pre-motion, the blade assumed a light as red as blood.
The system assist began moving my body. Simultaneously, I kicked off the floor with my two feet, opened widely, front and back. Changing the acceleration into torque, I sent it into my right shoulder through my back. Switching that torque back into a linear force, I drove forth the black sword that had fused with my right arm.
The metallic roar of a jet engine rang out alongside a crimson flash more vivid than flames; the sword lunged straight forth.
One-handed straight sword, single hit technique, «Vorpal Strike».
The reason for my frequent usage of this skill in the old SAO was its might that allowed it to decide a battle in a single strike and its long range uncommon to one-handed straight swords. The deep crimson light effect would pierce through the air a distance of two blade-lengths away. Its maximum reach, with one’s right arm completely extended, boasted a range that surpassed even long spears at times.
However, my target, Chief Elder Chudelkin, was fifteen meters away. The normal Vorpal Strike would never reach.
I had to extend the range of this skill that I was unleashing for the first time in the Underworld by over five times through the power of imagination… of incarnation.
It wouldn’t be easy.
But I doubt it would be impossible. I know.
Knight Alice’s faith in me had allowed her to throw her beloved sword and herself into that conflagration. Eugeo, my close friend, had mustered all of his willpower and wisdom in firing that sacred art to provide this opening for my attack.
I had no right to call myself a swordsman if I failed to match their determination here.
Yes, before all else, I am the swordsman, Kirito.
I released a war cry from the depths of myself with all my might.
A black, fingerless glove oozed out from mid-air and covered my right hand.
Following that, black leather appeared above my ragged sleeve and continued on towards my shoulders from that arm, before finally reaching out for my torso. That shortly transformed into a long coat and its studded hem ruffled violently.
The intensity of the light effect engulfing the sword grew as though it had exploded. A radiance of deep crimson expanded far enough to negate the scarlet scattered by the flaming clown and concentrated upon the sword’s point.
I unshackled the last of my strength with a savage yell.
One second, left.
—What was that sound!?
Eugeo’s eyes opened wide at the peculiar noise booming out right beside him.
All secret moves produce strong light and sound. However, this was different from all of those he had heard thus far. It was deep, heavy, firm, and sharp; it was as though the sword itself had screamed out in anger—
The source of that roar was the black sword held in Kirito’s right hand. Its blade with its black crystalline radiance had its sharp edge quivering violently while letting out that ear-piercing howl. Its actions were not merely auditory. A profound red shine enveloped the entire sword.
—It’s a secret move. But I had never seen one like this.
Eugeo held his breath. The phenomenon that truly surprised him, however, only happened immediately after.
A sudden, glaring light engulfed his partner who held onto the sword and he transformed into an utterly different outfit from before.
Kirito should have been clad in a black shirt and trousers of the same color, frayed from the many fierce battles. However, the wave of light shifted from his right arm, towards his torso and feet, with an overcoat of black leather with a high neck and long sleeves spontaneously appearing as it did and his trousers, too, instantly converted to one made from thin leather.
The process ended quicker than the blink of an eye, but the phenomenon did not end there. Distinct changes occurred on Kirito’s own body as well, though on a smaller scale than those clothes.
First, his black hair grew slightly and concealed half of his side profile.
Next, the black eyes peeking from the gaps in his swinging fringe exuded a light he had never seen before. A light more keen than when he fought against the goblin group in the Northern Cave, or when he sliced off Raios Antinuous’s arm, or when he crossed swords with Deusolbert, Fanatio, and the rest. It was as if Kirito himself had merged with the sword, becoming a keen edge.
A cry overflowing with savagery burst forth from beyond his bared teeth right after.
The metallic roar and crimson light from the sword heightened in intensity and immediately following that, Kirito’s right hand shot forth so swiftly, it simply disappeared. The cuff of his long coat flapped fiercely like the wings of a demon.
It was an Aincrad-style secret move; it certainly was.
But still—what an astounding thrusting skill. It was a mighty single-hit skill different from those Kirito had taught him thus far, one that seemed closer to the High Norkia style, if he had to choose, but it was stripped entirely of the traditional styles’ focus on the beauty of the style, a single strike devoted to piercing through the enemy—
With his breath held, Eugeo somehow chased after the crimson glow with his eyes.
Kirito’s aim was, of course, Chief Elder Chudelkin who controlled the fiery clown. However, there was fifteen mel to where the enemy stationed himself. No secret move could possibly reach him as long as one still used a sword.
Chudelkin did not look towards them the moment Kirito released his thrusting skill. His eyes were pointed towards the back end of the hall where the ice arrow shot by Eugeo had passed by mere seconds ago.
He had poured all of his knowledge and inspiration into that art, but it was ineffective on Administrator as expected, shattering upon a single breath from her. However, Chudelkin had turned back and warned in his shrill voice instead of ignoring the attack targeted at the ruler as Eugeo predicted, so he should have fulfilled Kirito’s request to divert his attention.
Perhaps at ease after the ice arrow died out without any difficulty, but Chudelkin turned his face back while still on his head.
His narrow eyes widened as much as they could in that instant as they filled with a hectic jumble of emotions.
The first was shock, towards the flash and roar let out by Kirito’s sword as it thrust forth in that very moment.
The next was relief, towards how it was a mere thrusting skill that could not possibly reach him.
The last was fear, towards the blade of crimson light extending incessantly before his eyes as it lavishly let out that metallic roar.
He forgot to breathe as surprise overtook him; the same went for Eugeo. The light in the shade of blood passed by Alice’s left as she guarded against the flaming clown in front of Kirito, dashing through a distance of fifteen mel in an instant—
Easily stabbing through the exact middle of Chudelkin’s torso, thin as a pole, while he stood on his head.
The gleaming blade reached out for almost another two mel before it disintegrated into crimson specks that drifted into the air. The copious spray of actual blood followed immediately after. The source was the injury in the center of Chudelkin’s chest, large enough to practically split him apart.
That deflated voice, devoid of strength, flowed on for a long time.
The body that stood on its head slowly lost its balance and splashed into the pool of fresh blood it had personally created.
As more blood than seemed possible from his meager body steadily flowed out, Chudelkin lifted his trembling right arm and extended it towards Administrator who hovered in mid-air.
“……Aah… mine, my…… Emi… nence……”
The man’s expression, as he let out that frail voice, was out of Eugeo’s sight from his position. His right hand fell onto the carpet with a damp noise and there, Chief Elder Chudelkin ceased to move.
With that, the flaming clown that was on the verge of stomping the golden tornado above Knight Alice out of existence, too, was extinguished as its rotund belly turned into a mass of white fumes and its grin melted into the air. The tiny golden edges manipulated by Alice decelerated slowly and drifted in the air as though they lost their purpose with their enemy’s annihilation.
Eugeo’s ears thought they were numbed with the sudden, complete silence that settled in while he slowly returned his view towards the right.
Kirito had stopped all motions with his waist still much lowered and his right arm extended as far as it could go.
The light remaining on the black sword’s surface swiftly vanished and the cuff of his overcoat fluttered one last time before it hung down. Eugeo watched on with his breath held as his partner’s appearance blurred and returned to what it was, starting from one end.
Even after returning to that simple black shirt and trousers, Kirito remained still for a while. His right arm eventually gently swung down and the tip of the black sword struck the carpet with a thump.
Eugeo was once again left wondering if he should call out to his partner whose head hung down.
Kirito, who had helped even the deputy knight commander, Fanatio, likely felt no joy over depriving Chief Elder Chudelkin of his Life, even if he was an enemy. His side profile visible through the gaps in his fringe, now at its original length, showed absolutely no residue of that icy cool-headedness he briefly had during that attack.
The one to break those several seconds of silence was Alice as the swarm of small edges returned to her sword with a sharp, metallic noise. Feeling tension from the knight’s back, Eugeo turned his eyes further into the hall once more.
Drifting in the air, Administrator reached her slender left hand towards the chief elder as he lay prostrate on the floor.
Chudelkin was obviously at the end of his rope, but did she intend to apply a healing art on him? Or will the highest minister call his Life back from the grave—?
It happened when Eugeo sharply drew in a breath.
Without leaking even a shred of emotion, the highest minister’s voice leisurely streamed on.
“At least put him away, how unsightly.”
A casual wave of her left hand blew Chudelkin’s corpse away as though it was as light as a paper doll and he crashed into the window on the far east side before falling onto the floor below and coiling up small.
“…What have you…”
Alice muttered in a hushed voice upon seeing the highest minister’s deed.
The girl’s personality might have been modified into that of a collected integrity knight, but Eugeo, too, understood that overwhelming desire to comment. He had no respect whatsoever for Chudelkin, but at the very least, he had lost his life in a fight where he expended all of himself for his master. At the bare minimum, his corpse deserved a civil burial.
However, Administrator did not even spare another look at Chudelkin’s abandoned corpse; on the contrary, she appeared to have wiped all traces of the chief elder’s existence from her memory as she showed that mysterious smile exactly like before and spoke.
“…Well, that may have been a boring show, but I did gather that small bit of useful data from it.”
The highest minister entered a monologue mingled with sacred tongue in that unblemished, beautiful voice. Still lying upon that invisible sofa, she softly glided five mel through the air and moved to the middle of the round hall.
Sweeping away a strand of that silver hair blowing in the wind, Administrator smoothly narrowed her eyes, wavering with prismatic light, and looked towards Eugeo’s side with her magnetic gaze—focusing upon Kirito who still had his head down.
“Irregular boy. I could not access your properties in detail, but I thought that was as you were an unregistered unit born from an irregular marriage… that was incorrect. You are from there, aren’t you? A human from «the other side»… aren’t you?”
Eugeo barely comprehended any of those words pitched out in a whisper.
—There? The other side…?
Kirito, his black-haired partner, had appeared in the forest south of Rulid two and a half years ago with his memories gone as a «lost child of Vector».
The elders of the village had told Eugeo that such phenomenona of humans appearing every once in a while were acts of mischief committed by Vector, the god of darkness, reaching out with his long arm from beyond the mountain range at the edge and erasing those people’s memories, but Eugeo only truly believed in that when he was still a child.
There are times when people face a situation so painful and dismal that they let go of those memories of their own wills, even taking their own lives at times. The one who taught Eugeo that was the old Garitta, the previous generation’s woodcutter. Long ago, he had lost his wife to a drowning incident and his excess lamentations back then had apparently robbed him of over half of his memories regarding his wife. The old man had laughed then, claiming it to be an act of both benevolence and chastisement from the goddess who governed lives, Stacia.
As such, Eugeo guessed Kirito was in a similar situation and thus, kept that to himself even now. He figured something distressing and sorrowful must have happened to him in his home town, likely in the eastern or southern regions when judging from his hair and the color of his eyes, finally reaching Rulid’s forest after wandering for a long time with his memories lost.
That was one of the reasons he did not ask Kirito about his past during their journey to the central capital and those days in the academy. Of course, he could not deny the fear that he might return to his home town upon regaining his memories might have led to that as well.
The highest minister who possessed the capability to look over the entire Human World had referred to Kirito’s birthplace with strange words.
The other side. In other words, she meant beyond the mountain range at the edge—the Dark Territory, the land of darkness? Was the one and only clue he had to Kirito’s birth, the Aincrad style with its consecutive sword techniques, taken from the land of darkness?
No. The highest minister should possess detailed information on even the Dark Territory. The integrity knights under her command passed through the mountain range freely and crossed swords with the darkness knights. Thus, he doubted Administrator who ruled over them would not know of the countries and cities in the Dark Territory, along with those who lived in them. She had no need to express it in vague words like calling it the other side.
Following that line of thought—
What Administrator’s words referred to was the outside of this world, a place where even her eyes could not reach…? Beyond even the land of darkness… perhaps even farther than that, in a place that could be said to be another world…?
Such a notion felt far too abstract for Eugeo and he could not even find the right words to express his own thoughts. However, his intuition told him he was on the verge of discovering something tremendously important, what could be considered a secret behind this world. Tormented by that burning desire, Eugeo shifted his sight and gazed at the night sky extending out beyond the gigantic windows.
The stardust ocean flowed on in the rifts between the streaming black clouds.
Beyond that sky… was Kirito born in a land there? What sort of place was it? And had Kirito regained his memories of it…?
The one who broke the seconds of silence was his black-haired partner who slowly got up.
Kirito replied in the affirmation to the highest minister’s question with a single short yet heavy line.
Practically numbed with shock, Eugeo looked at his partner’s profile. So Kirito really had regained his memories.
No— Perhaps from the very beginning, he had already…?
Kirito’s eyes gave Eugeo a fleeting glance. The strongest among the various emotions visible in those black eyes was a light that appeared to Eugeo as a plea for his trust.
His look immediately returned to Administrator who stood before him. Despite his stern expression, Kirito lightly spread his hands out with a somewhat bitter smile.
“…That said, the level of authority granted to me is equivalent to that of the people of this world, hardly anywhere near to yours, Administrator… no, Quinella-san.”
The moment he called out that name that had an odd ring to it, the smile on the highest minister’s beautiful face waned slightly.
However, that lasted only a moment as a smile, larger than before, rested upon Administrator’s glossy, pearl grey lips.
“So that shorty in the library room had been running her mouth off with those dull stories. …And? What exactly have you dropped into my world for, boy? And without any supervisor authorities too?”
“I do have some knowledge even if I lack those authorities.”
“Oh? For example? I have no interest in those meaningless tales of the past.”
“Then how about one from the future?”
Kirito faced the highest minister with his two hands placed upon the black sword thrust in the floor. The grave expression returned, straining the area near his cheeks, as a keen light shone in his black eyes.
“Quinella-san, you will destroy your world in the near future.”
The smile showed on Administrator’s lips only deepened even after she heard those impactful words.
“…I will? Not you who had brought so much suffering upon my adorable dolls, boy, but me?”
“Yes. After all, your mistake was in establishing the Order of the Integrity Knights for opposing all intrusions from the Dark Territory… no, its establishment was a mistake in itself.”
Likely having her mistakes pointed out for the first time ever since she became the ruler, the highest minister’s finger touched her lips while her shoulders shook as though holding back strong laughter.
“Fufufu. That certainly sounds like what that shorty would say. It seems that shorty had learned some new tricks, to think she managed to ensnare a boy with such an appearance. How pitiful… both that child who had chased after me so and this boy who got caught up in that in his carelessness.”
The highest minister’s laughter continued through her slender throat.
Kirito’s mouth opened to speak further, but the austere reverberations of a sharp voice rang out a moment quicker.
“If I may have a word, Esteemed Highest Minister.”
The one who took a step forward with her armor clanging was Integrity Knight Alice who had kept her silence thus far. Her long golden hair gleamed beautifully in the moonlight as though opposing Administrator’s glossy silver hair.
“The consideration regarding the inability of the current Order of the Integrity Knights to perfectly handle the combined invasion from the forces of darkness expected to soon arrive is one likewise shared by his Excellency, Knight Commander Bercouli, as well as Deputy Commander Fanatio-dono. And… I, too, am of agreement. Naturally, we, the Order of the Integrity Knights, are prepared to fight to our last knight, but Esteemed Highest Minister, do you possess the means of protecting the innocent common folk after our demise? I highly doubt even you believe yourself to be capable of exterminating the extensive forces of that land by your own hand alone!”
Knight Alice’s forceful yet beautiful voice blew across the hall like a refreshing breeze, swaying Administrator’s hair. With her smile slipping away, the highest minister stared down at the golden knight with an expression containing mere traces of surprise.
And Alice’s words were a shock to Eugeo in a different way.
Integrity Knight Alice Synthesis Thirty. A provisional personality residing in the body of his precious childhood friend, Alice Schuberg.
The girl should have been a cold-headed enforcer of the law as shown when she landed that nasty hit on Eugeo’s cheek at the academy’s grand hall several days ago. Knight Alice should completely lack those many emotions that Alice once had: gentleness, innocence, and above all else, affection.
However, Knight Alice’s previous words seemed exactly like what Alice would have said, had she stayed as she was and grew into an integrity knight.
Showing no sign she noticed the look from Eugeo who was swallowing his breath, the integrity knight stabbed the Fragrant Olive Sword into the floor with a shrill clang and argued further.
“Esteemed Highest Minister, I have mentioned that your obsession and deceit had led the Order of the Integrity Knights to ruins earlier. Obsession refers to your thief of all weapons and power from the inhabitants of the Human World, while deceit refers to how severely you had deceived us integrity knights! You had us part from our parents… our wives and husbands, our siblings, and sealed our memories away while planting false memories about how we were summoned from some imaginary Celestial World…”
Alice seemed to have hung her head down for an instant there. However, the knight immediately straightened her back and continued in a voice more resolute than before.
“…I would not have blamed you if it was necessary to protect this world and its inhabitants. However, why do you doubt our loyalty and respect towards the Axiom Church and you, Esteemed Highest Minister?! Why have you performed that corrupted ceremony on our souls to force us to submit to you?!!”
Eugeo looked on as several small drops fell from the smoothly curved contours that made up Alice’s cheeks while she asked as though pouring out her heart.
The integrity knight that had practically lost all emotions, Alice, was crying.
Eugeo swallowed his breath from the shock; before his eyes, the knight boldly threw her chest forward as she looked up towards the ruler without wiping her cheeks.
Despite pelted with words sharper than swords, Administrator showed a faint, cold smile as though she had felt nothing from them, treating them as beneath the level of a breath of air.
“My, my, Alice-chan. It seems you have grasped some pretty difficult ideas in your mind. It had only been five… or six years? That was all that had passed… since you were created.”
The voice lacked solemnity, as it should, with it missing all emotion. However, its resonance was polished, resemblant of pure silver. Even the slightest warmth was absent from it.
“…I lacked trust in you integrator units, you say? That is a little disconcerting. I had placed so much trust on all of you… you are my adorable dolls, clicking into your positions like clockworks ever so gallantly, after all. Haven’t you, too, polished your precious sword so meticulously for it to not rust, Alice-chan? It’s the same. The present I had given all of you, those piety modules serve as the proof of my love. So that you dolls will remain beautiful for all eternity. So that you will not be bothered by those trivial worries and suffering the masses are prone to.”
Administrator brought up her left hand with an aloof smile and spun the triangular prism in it with her fingertips. It was the upgraded piety module extracted from Eugeo’s forehead.
Looking down upon Alice through the violet light, she gently whispered.
“Pitiful Alice-chan. Your beautiful face has gotten so disheveled. Are you feeling sad? Or perhaps angry? …If only you had stayed my doll, you would have been spared from those meaningless emotions for all eternity.”
The soft sound the tears dripping down Alice’s cheeks made as they fell onto her golden armor was accompanied by another: a rigid clink.
The Fragrant Olive Sword thrust at the knight’s feet had pierced through the thick carpet and was sinking through even the marble flooring.
While putting in enough strength in her two hands to even damage the materials that made up the indestructible Central Cathedral, Alice forced out a quivering voice.
“…Uncle… his Excellency, Knight Commander Bercouli, have never worried nor suffered in the slightest throughout the never-ending days of the three hundred years he had lived as an integrity knight; are you of that opinion, Esteemed Highest Minister? Are you asserting that you are unaware of the grief that he, who had devoted the deepest loyalty to you, had continuously carried in his heart?”
A noticeably sharper twinge rang out from beneath the sword. Alice shouted at the same time with an intensity that exceeded that.
“His Excellency, Bercouli, had always been suffering throughout his mission to safeguard the loyalty towards the Axiom Church and the masses! You must have known that his Excellency had plead with the Chamber of Elders to bolster the imperial chivalric orders of the four empires, that are of no practical use, countless times! His Excellency… uncle was even aware of the seal carved into our right eyes. That is plainly evidence that he was the one who had suffered most, is it not?!!”
The questions stained with tears were practically asked with much pain—
However, even so, Administrator responded with a cool smile on her pale, beautiful features.
“…How disheartening. To think my love could be mistaken as one so shallow. I knew of those, naturally.”
A tinge of cruelty peeked through her lovely smile—or so it seemed.
“I will tell you this, pitiful Alice-chan. It is not the first time number one… Bercouli had fretted over those worthless issues. In truth, that child had uttered those same thoughts around a hundred years before. Thus, I fixed him up.”
A giggly chirp spilled from her.
“I had peeked into Bercouli’s memories and erased aaaall of those worries crammed in there troubling him so. Not just him… the same goes for all of those knights that lasted for over a hundred years. I allowed them to forget all of those painful memories. Don’t worry, Alice-chan. I won’t get angry over this petty mischief from you. I will be sure to erase those memories causing that sorrowful face of yours. I will be sure to return you to a doll that has no need to think.”
Administrator’s suppressed laughter was all that shook within the leaden, cold silence.
That was no longer human.
As his shuddering surged anew and covered his body with goose bumps, Eugeo verified that fact.
The ability to erase and perhaps overwrite a human’s memories as one wished. Eugeo had experienced that horror with his own body. Administrator had sealed his memories and turned him into an integrity knight who turned his sword towards Kirito and Alice after he recited that art consisting of merely three words.
If Administrator had conducted the Synthesis Ritual with the proper procedure, he would have likely never been able to regain his consciousness like so. She had used a gap already present in Eugeo’s memories—though he did not understand why it was there—which resulted in his salvation.
However, he had yet to redeem himself for his sins. Eugeo could do nothing more than distract Chudelkin with an art during that battle. He could not forgive himself with merely that. He felt himself unworthy to even stand by Kirito’s side now, shoulder to shoulder, to be perfectly honest…
He tightened his grip on the Blue Rose Sword hanging down from his right hand, then felt Kirito’s gaze on his right cheek. However, Alice’s low voice murmured before he had a chance to return the look.
“…Certainly, I feel enough torment and anguish to tear my chest apart in this moment. It is strange enough I could even stay on my feet.”
Her voice quivered, but slowly regained its strength.
“…However, I do not wish for this pain… this emotion I am feeling for the first time to be erased. After all, this pain is what truly taught me that I am not a knight doll, but a single human. —Esteemed Highest Minister, I do not wish for your love. I have no need for your ministrations.”
“…A doll that stopped being a doll.”
Upon hearing Alice’s words of parting, Administrator spoke in a tune.
“That is no human, Alice-chan. That is no more than a broken doll. Unfortunately, your thoughts are of no consequence. As long as I synthesize you again, every last bit of your emotions this moment will be erased, after all.”
It was when the highest minister let out those horrid words with a gentle smile.
“Like what you’ve done to yourself—right, Quinella-san?”
Kirito, who had kept silent thus far, called to Administrator with that odd name once again.
Like earlier, the girl’s smile dimmed upon hearing that.
“Now, boy, haven’t I told you to put an end to those old stories?”
“Would the truth be erased if I do? Not even you could modify the past as you want. You could never erase the fact that you, too, was born as a human child, a single human being… isn’t that so?”
I see; Eugeo agreed in his heart. Kirito must have heard about the stories regarding Administrator’s true name and birth from the sage of the Great Library Room, Cardinal.
“Human… human, you say?”
The smile immediately returned to Administrator and she muttered in a tone different from before, somewhat filled with cynicism.
“When it’s you who say those words, boy from «the other side», it has a rather complicated ring to it. In other words, boy, are you claiming yourself to be superior? That those of the Underworld are simply impertinent… is that what you wish to express?”
“No, no, nothing of that sort.”
Kirito shrugged his shoulders and rejected the highest minister’s words.
“On the contrary, those of this world are superior to the humans of the other side in many aspects. But they are both human at the base, possessing that same soul. You are no exception. No matter how many hundreds of years pass, a human could never possibly become a god, right?”
“…And what about it? Are you suggesting that we sit down for a cup of tea as fellow humans?”
“I’m all for that. …But what I meant was that as a human, you’re not some perfect existence; that’s what. Humans make mistakes. And yours is beyond repair. With the Order of the Integrity Knights partly destroyed, the Human World will be crushed if the combined invasion from the Dark Territory starts this moment.”
Kirito then took a glance towards Eugeo and continued in a hushed voice.
“…Two years ago, Eugeo and I had fought a group of goblins that trespassed from the opposite entrance deep in the cave going through the mountain range at the edge. The integrity knight in charge of that area must have overlooked them. And such incidents will occur more frequently from now. Eventually, that trespassing will turn into invading and this world you had worked so hard to preserve… or to keep in stasis will be exposed to merciless destruction and violence. Of course, I believe you have no desire for that either?”
“Big words for the one who went about breaking those knights, boy. Nonetheless, very well. And?”
“If you only wish for yourself to survive, you only have to restart after that… sure, you might be thinking that.”
Kirito spoke in a more forceful tone and shifted his right foot half a step forward.
“To bind the masses of darkness flowing into the Human World and the remaining humans with law, then making a new organization to rule over there… a Darkness Church, maybe? I doubt that will be beyond your ability, but still, that won’t be happening. There are people who truly hold absolute authority over this world on «the other side». This is what they will think… this time was a failure, let’s redo it from the start. And with a single press of a button, this entire world will be gone. The mountains, the rivers, the cities… and all of the humans, including you, will be wiped away in an instant.”
Kirito’s words had already exceeded Eugeo’s understanding.
The same probably went for Alice. She turned her face towards the black-haired swordsman with a questioning look, her eyes red at their edges.
However, it seemed the highest minister alone had perfectly understood what Kirito had said. The smile had nearly completely vanished from her lips and a frigid light flickered in her narrowed silver eyes.
“…I will admit that is unpleasant. To have someone tell me so clearly… that this world is a miniature garden that can be manipulated by some unknown being.”
The supple fingers on her two hands interlocked and hid the bottom of her beautiful face. The voice uttered by her unseen lips had lost most of the playfulness it had when talking to Alice.
“However, in that case, what about you… those from «the other side»? Are you constantly aware of the possibility that your own world was created by some higher being and endeavor to please it with your progress?”
It appeared that question was beyond Kirito’s expectations too.
Looking down at the swordsman who bit his lips and kept silent from above, Administrator softly brought herself up from that invisible chair and spread her hands out towards her sides. Her long legs, too, extended forward as though she was putting them on display. Her bare body possessed beauty that exceeded that of statues of the goddesses and lightly gleamed as it bathed in the moonlight, spreading an overwhelming sense of divinity into the hall.
“…Of course you don’t. Your caprice had led to the creation of a world and the lives it has, and you will erase it the moment it lost its necessity. And you, boy of such a world, do you have the right to challenge my choices?”
The highest minister turned her eyes towards the ceiling… no, towards the distant night sky beyond the marble canopy and declared loudly.
“I would rather not. Flattering those playing as divine beings of creation and begging them for the continuation of one’s existence are simply wretched. You should have known if you had heard those old tales from that shorty, boy… my sole reason to exist is to rule. That desire alone moves me and keeps me alive. These two legs are for walking forward and definitely not for bending down onto my knees to yield to another!!”
The air swirled with that roar and her pure silver hair ruffled greatly.
Overwhelmed by her intensity that allowed no reply, Eugeo unconsciously drew his right foot back. Administrator was the one who had overwritten Alice’s memories, the enemy that neglected the nobles’ depravity, but still, Eugeo had to admit once again that she was the mightiest ruler of the world—the absolute being, a demigod, that one without a family name like himself would never gain an audience with.
Eugeo’s black-haired partner who had led him all this way, too, appeared overwhelmed with his upper body trembling, but he took a step forward instead of back. He stabbed the black sword in his right hand hard into the floor as though to give himself courage.
His speech was loud enough to shake the glass window behind.
“Then—do you intend to look away as the Human World is trampled upon and sit on a make-believe throne, as the ruler of a nation without citizens, while awaiting your own, lonely destruction?!!”
The instant she heard those words, the girlish part of Administrator’s beautiful face vanished, replaced by pure fury from the eternity she had lived through. However, that expression faded soon after and a whimsical smile adorned her pearl grey lips once again.
“Regarding that combined invasion business you mentioned, boy, it would truly be a disappointment if you had thought that I have nothing planned. I had an abundance of time to think… time alone is my ally, unlike for the people of the other side.”
“…So, you claim you have the means to prevent that end?”
“You may call them the means, and the goal too. I exist only to rule… there is no end to the limits of that.”
“What…? What do you mean?”
Administrator did not give an immediate reply to Kirito’s voice that sounded puzzled.
Instead, an enigmatic aura accompanied the smile on her lips before she lightly clapped her two hands together as if to declare the conversation over.
“I will let you hear the rest after you have become one of my dolls, boy. Of course, you too, Alice-chan, Eugeo. If I am to add one last thing… I have no intention to stay quiet in regards to not only the reset for the Underworld, but the «final load experiment» as well. The art for that purpose has already been completed. …Rejoice, I will grant you the opportunity to see it before anyone else.”
Kirito replied stiffly.
“You’re relying on the system commands that are filled with restrictions? Are you planning on exterminating all of the forces of darkness with some command only you can use? Despite how you can’t even handle the three of us right now?”
“Oh, really now?”
“Sure it is. You no longer have any chance at victory. Alice can stop any long-range offensive arts in several seconds while Eugeo and I will slice into you in the meantime. If you’re thinking of paralyzing us with a command that requires you to touch us, I will cut you with the skill I defeated Chudelkin with earlier. —I don’t want to say this now either, but a single art practitioner unprotected by any vanguards cannot win against multiple swordsmen. That should be an absolute rule even in this world.”
“Single… single, you say?”
Administrator giggled in her throat.
“It’s nice how you pointed that out. Yes, the numbers are the issue in the end. My control is limited when there are too many pawns. Or at the very least, the final load experiment would be too much. I had added to the Order of the Integrity Knights while maintaining that balance, but…”
The mightiest ruler who should had no more than herself remaining after losing her loyal subject, Chudelkin, displayed boundless composure before the three rebels as she spoke to herself.
“To be honest, the chivalric order was merely the means to an end. The military might I truly desire need not think, let alone possess memories or emotions. It only needs to be an existence devoted to slaughtering the enemies before its eyes without end. In other words… there is no need for it to be human.”
“…What are you…”
Ignoring Kirito’s words, Administrator raised her left hand up high. Gripped within was a triangular prism, glistening with a bewitching violet—it was the piety module extracted from Eugeo’s forehead.
“He might have been a foolish clown, but even Chudelkin did have his use. He did grant me the time to assemble every last segment of this lengthy art, after all. Now… awaken, my faithful servant! The soulless executioner!!”
Eugeo understood upon hearing those words.
It was the art that resounded quietly from the depths of the bed when he returned to this room after regaining his senses. An absurdly long sacred art that was considered to be most advanced even by the highest minister’s standards, with an incantation that she could not shorten using the power of her mind. That very art was about to be released in this moment.
What the silver-haired girl loudly sang out next were two words that were far too short to interrupt yet possessed a trepidation that exceeded all other phrases.
The core of the armament full control art. The secret art to release a weapon’s memories and draw out power beyond all sacred arts—
However, the nude Administrator had absolutely nothing on herself, not even a small knife. Could it be the piety module she held in her left hand? However, that triangular prism should have no memories that could be released.
A quiet yet definite sound pricked Eugeo’s ears as he looked up towards the highest minister on the other side in shock.
Clink, clink; the shrill noises of metal came from behind… no, he heard from the right and left.
Eugeo quickly turned about and a sharp gasp came out from him due to an overwhelming surprise.
There were countless pillars encircling the broad hall that measured forty mel across. The imitation swords, gleaming golden and made in various sizes, attached to them trembled slightly.
“What… what is…!?”
Eugeo’s quivering voice was accompanied by a single “Impossible…!” from Alice.
The largest among the imitation swords reached a length of three mel. Not even Administrator could wave such a thing around easily. In the first place, the sword Eugeo looked at was not the only one that was vibrating. That same phenomenon had occurred on every one of the pillars positioned around the hall. The number of imitation swords likely amounted up to thirty.
The recollection release art could not be used unless a weapon was on such a degree of familiarity that it was practically a part of yourself—or it should. The cherished sword’s memories could only be first accessed after it was connected with its wielder by deep bonds.
The highest minister who thought of her subordinates as mere tools could not possibly form such bonds with all thirty of those imitation swords. Thus, what exactly were those memories she released, and what was the sword—?
Before the three who stood still, an extraordinarily intense reverberation roared out and the gigantic swords left their pillars as they floated upwards.
With one grazing Eugeo’s hair as he stooped over in a fluster, the swords spun violently as they soared up and gathered in the air directly above the highest minister, in the middle of the hall. A phenomenon that was even more astonishing than before occurred without delay.
The thirty swords of various sizes let out metallic clanks as they connected and assembled into a gigantic mass. Eugeo immediately noticed that appeared somewhat similar to a human’s silhouette.
A thick backbone stabbed through its core while its long arms extended towards its sides. Legs sprouted from its underside: four of them, twice that of humans.
Turning towards the swords that swiftly transformed into a bizarre giant, no, monster, Administrator held out the piety module gripped in her left hand.
—That triangular prism is the keystone to the highest minister’s recollection release art.
Just as Eugeo thought so, Kirito shouted out from his side.
He took a look and saw birds made from flames dwelling on the tips of his spread-out right hand. Kirito alone had chanted an art while Eugeo and perhaps Alice, too, were watching the swords uniting in shock.
The flaming birds shot out soared with the triangular prism Administrator held as their target. There were many variants of offensive arts using thermal elements, but the «bird shape» art Kirito used had the property to automatically home in on its destination. In addition, the highest minister’s eyes were concentrated on the sword giant above her and did not notice Kirito’s movement. It should hit—!
Eugeo was confident.
The sword giant extended out one of its leg while afloat and intercepted the flaming birds. Unable to dodge, the birds crashed into it and instantly scattered into crimson drops. The gleaming, golden sword’s surface was merely covered in a faint layer of soot; it showed no sign of damage.
As for Administrator, she had completely ignored that single act and softly released the triangular prism in her left hand. Rather than her throwing it, the triangular prism rose on its own, drawn towards its interior beyond the three swords that made up the giant’s back.
The violet light slowly ascended, coming to a stop where the giant’s heart would have been, had it been a living creature, and then let out a significantly stronger glow.
That radiance diffused through the giant’s entire body and the countless swords, once with rounded, ornamental blades, gained sharp edges as a metallic noise rang out. In that instant, Eugeo understood, instinctively, that the highest minister’s art had been completed.
Administrator smiled with her eyes narrowed.
The sword giant spread its four legs out and soared through the air—positioning itself directly in between the highest minister and the trio, and landed with rumble of a dull tremor.
Eugeo looked up in silence at the strange, gigantic mass, likely over five mel in height.
Its spine and ribcage, and even its two arms and four legs were all assembled by golden, imitation—no, actual—swords. Like a toy made by a child from whittled wood branches… or perhaps a bone monster inhabiting the farthest reaches of the land of darkness.
That murmur that sounded somewhat like a moan came from Knight Alice.
“Using a full control art of such a grand scale on multiple… let alone thirty weapons would be inconsistent with the principles behind that act. Even for you, Esteemed Highest Minister, violating the fundamental principle of sacred arts should not be possible… what exactly have you…”
Alice’s voice had likely reached Administrator’s ears as well, but the girl floating behind the sword giant ignored her question and displayed a satisfied, muffled laugh instead.
“Ufufu… fufu, fufufu. This is truly the power I desired. Pure might capable of fighting on for all eternity. A name… yes, I suppose calling it a «sword golem» will do fine.”
Despite the situation as it was, Eugeo still guessed at the meaning behind the unfamiliar Sacred Tongue term.
He knew «sword» was a word that referred to swords. However, «golem» had never appeared in any of the textbooks used in the academy. Even Alice who should be far more proficient in the Sacred Tongue than Eugeo appeared to be at a loss.
The short silence was punctured by Kirito’s hoarse muttering.
“A sword… automaton.”
That translation into Common Tongue appeared to be accurate somehow. Administrator’s smile broadened and she lightly clapped her hands together.
“I knew you would be proficient in the Sacred Tongue… no, in English. How about becoming my secretary instead, if you prefer that over being a knight? I would need you to drop your sword, apologize for your insolence, and pledge eternal allegiance towards me this very moment, however.”
“Unfortunately, I doubt you would believe an oath from me. Besides… I hadn’t admitted my loss just yet.”
“I have nothing against that strong spirit, but I certainly cannot accept such a fool. Perhaps you actually believe you can defeat my golem… or anything of that sort? This doll made from swords possessing priorities on the level of a sacred tool? The mightiest weaponry that I had devoted every last sector of my precious memory space to complete…?”
Weaponry; he had heard of that term once.
It should have been mentioned in Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio’s speech. When the highest minister tried to focus Solus’s light onto a single point with a thousand panes of mirrors, so as to cause a flame of extreme heat without the usage of sacred arts, long ago in the past. The highest minister had called that trial, a «weaponry experiment»—
So weaponry was effectively a tool that exhibited sufficient power to exceed sacred arts? And the sword golem standing beyond their eyes now was the completed form of that weaponry… was that it?
Perhaps having caught sight of the expressions the trio had on as they stood still, Administrator showed a cold smile as she slowly swung her right hand.
“Now… fight, golem. Crush your enemies.”
As if it had been awaiting that command all that while—
The heart of the sword giant shone brilliantly with violet light.
The four-legged monster immediately charged forth with a metallic roar.
The size of the sword golem could not match the flaming clown created by Chief Elder Chudelkin earlier. However, the looming monstrosity with its countless clinking joints inspired frigid fear in Eugeo’s heart.
The first to respond to the golem whose two arms, each made from three swords, swung up high was Knight Alice who had been looking on in a daze until now. Slower by merely half a second, the knight resolutely met the monster’s assault from the front.
Her loud battle cry overwhelmed the metallic noises from the golem. Alice’s two hands gripped onto the Fragrant Olive Sword and she bent her body to its limit before swinging it down.
Kirito, too, began moving then. Leaping forth towards its left, he circled about the golem’s flank.
Despite engulfed in fear and frozen still, Eugeo still managed to guess at Kirito and Alice’s aim.
Both of them had judged that the joint between the golem’s spine and four legs, the part where a human’s pelvis would be, could be a potential weakness if it even had one to begin with. However, it would be far too hazardous to target its pelvis with a frontal attack. Hence, Alice would be the bait and draw the golem’s attention—if it even had one, however—while Kirito would cut apart the enemy’s vital point from the flank. A strategy fundamentally the same as the one they had defeated Chudelkin with.
Eugeo watched on, feeling both deep amazement and mild torment over how the pair could immediately begin a combination attack without any prior discussion.
Alice’s sword rushed down an arc, leaving behind traces resembling the light of Solus.
The monster’s right arm, too, swung down with a thundering roar. An impact great enough to sway the entire cathedral blew outwards the moment the large and small gleaming, golden blades clashed, slamming against Eugeo as a gust.
Two seconds had passed since the pair’s assault.
And then, any and all conflict that could actually be considered a “battle” ended in that instant.
Alice’s Fragrant Olive Sword—a best among the best of the sacred tools, one possessing an «eternal immortality» property—was easily flicked away by the Golem’s right arm.
Unable to pull back the sword surging backwards, the knight was slightly lifted off the floor with her balance destroyed.
Targeting Alice as she desperately tried to stay on her feet without falling over, the golem’s left sword thrust forth at a speed faster than eyes could follow.
A dull noise resounded, one far too plain when compared to the earlier clash. But at the same time, that was the sound that had concluded the battle.
The tip of the brutally gigantic sword appeared from Alice’s slender back and splattered drops of deep crimson. Her long, beautiful golden hair gently flowed while doused in fresh blood.
Her golden breastplate, split into two, instantly lost its Life and both sides shattered into pieces. The Fragrant Olive Sword fell from the knight’s right hand and tumbled onto the floor.
And finally, the golem’s left sword nonchalantly pulled out, leaving the integrity knight to fall forward.
A shout that sounded like a scream.
It had surged out from Kirito. The black-haired swordsman who was circling towards the giant’s right savagely charged in with a queer light in his two eyes.
The black sword released a vivid blue glow. It was the secret move, «Vertical».
The golem would likely stop if the piety module stored in its back was broken, but the thick blades protecting it and the difference in altitude denied the secret move from reaching. Hence, Kirito’s aim was the joint between the golem’s spine and legs. Certainly, the giant would be rendered immobile if that exposed part was broken.
The golem, having just swung down its two arms, should lack all means of guarding.
However, immediately after Kirito’s sword moved.
The top half of the giant rotated with intense fervor using its spine as an axis. The giant’s left arm, turning about horizontally in a movement impossible for humans, slashed at Kirito from his side.
A dull clink from the clash. Kirito had diverted the trajectory of his secret move with superhuman reflexes and met the golem’s assault.
However, the scene Eugeo saw a moment ago repeated itself in his sight.
Unable to endure the impact, Kirito floated upwards. Without delay, the golem’s left rear leg lunged out, drawn towards his unarmored chest.
The dull noise resounded once more. Blown away from the side, Kirito crashed into the window in the east. A horrifying amount of fresh blood dyed the glass before the black-clothed swordsman slid off and crumbled onto the floor.
Unable to make even a single sound, Eugeo stared on as a puddle of blood spread out from beneath his partner who had collapsed facing down.
His legs and arms felt absolutely nothing. It felt like his body belonged to someone else; he could do nothing to restrain its trembling.
All he could move was his face and Eugeo slowly turned it up, towards the sword golem in his path a mere five or six mel away. The monster, too, looked straight down at Eugeo. The sword hilts at the peak of its spine appeared just like a face. The jewels inset on the two aligned guards blinked irregularly like eyes.
Capable of neither movement nor speech, Eugeo merely repeated a single word within his paralyzed mind.
—These are all lies.
—Lies. This is all one big lie.
Knight Alice and Kirito could be said to be the strongest experts in the Human World now. Even with some strange monster or some sort of «weaponry» as their opponent, the pair should not be losing like this. They will stand right back up this very moment and ready their swords once……
Quiet laughter streamed on, accompanying the solemn, metallic noises constantly let out by the golem.
His sight moved and saw the highest minister, Administrator, floating behind and merrily looking down at the tragedy. Her specular eyes reflected nothing but the red from the blood flowing from Kirito and Alice. Not a single tinge of compassion resided within them.
The bizarre giant began moving once more to execute its master’s commands.
Bringing up its right front foot, it took a long step, and thrust that down into the floor with a metallic clunk. Followed by its left front foot.
Red drops dyed the looming giant’s left arm. Eugeo decided that, at the very least, he would die from a slash by that arm. His fear was no more and the world was silent, far too silent—
Without warning, a voice burst in his mind like a bubble; it took a moment before he realized it was real.
[Use the dagger, Eugeo!]
It was a female voice with a somewhat deep yet charming reverberation.
The voice was too unfamiliar for a hallucination on the verge of death. Taking a glance down towards his right, Eugeo saw—
Something atop the collapsed Kirito’s right shoulder at the mere size of the tip of one’s nail, a pitch-black spider.
It was impossible for such a tiny bug to talk. However, something in that voice urged Eugeo to believe. All doubts over the owner of that voice were dispelled from his paralyzed consciousness while the small creature brought up its right front leg as if berating him.
“It… it won’t work. That dagger won’t reach Administrator.”
He answered in a small voice and the spider violently waved its raised feet.
[No! A passage! Stab it into the elevating disk on the floor!!]
Eugeo opened his eyes wide, dumbfounded. The black spider focused its four eyes, glistening like rubies, on Eugeo and continued.
[I will buy you time! Hurry!!]
The spider, crying out while the adorable fangs peeking out from its mouth shifted about, glanced at Kirito’s pallid cheek and softly touched it with its right foot, before leaping towards the floor.
By the time it soundlessly touched down onto the floor, the miniscule spider—
Turned towards the sword golem, likely tens of thousands times its size, and ran straight.
I thought I had conquered enduring physical pain to some extent.
Slightly more than two years ago, I crossed swords with goblins that intruded from the Dark Territory at the cave north of Rulid Village. During the battle, I got my left shoulder cut by the machete belonging to the leader of the goblins and despite how it was far from lethal, the overwhelming pain—or to be accurate, the fear of suffering pain—made me cower, nervous, and rendered me immobile.
That experience exposed my weak point in the Underworld. Perhaps due to the long time I spent fighting in worlds lacking pain, thanks to the pain absorber function installed in the Nerve Gear and AmuSphere, I had lost my resistance towards it.
Since then, I had controlled myself to not shrink back any longer when attacked by wooden swords during practice with Eugeo or the academy’s matches and perhaps as a result, the injuries I suffered in my fights with the integrity knights had not left me frozen in fright, at the very least. After all, in the Underworld, you could fully recover even with your hands and feet sliced off as long your Life did not reach zero.
Right before the very end of this long journey, I was taught the bitter lesson that I had never actually managed to conquer myself at all.
«Sword golem», the military weaponry created by the highest minister, Administrator, possessed extraordinary power and speed. It had transcendental performance that deviated from even the rules of this world. It was already a miracle that I managed to block that first attack from its left arm; the second using its left rear leg was faster than my eyes could even follow.
The sword that served as the golem’s leg seemed to have torn through my internal organs, from my right to my left. I was aware of an icy chill caressing my stomach at the time of that heavy blow, but what I felt as I flew through the air, crashed into the window, and tumbled onto the floor was a pain rushing through my entire body as if I was being immolated. None of my fingers could move while the lower half of my body had no sensation at all. It wouldn’t be strange even if my body had actually been split into two with only a single layer of skin joining them.
It was a real mystery how I retained my ability to think.
Or perhaps that was because the pain was far exceeded by my despair.
My Life should be falling at a rate faster than ever before. I must have no more than a few minutes left before it touches zero.
And Integrity Knight Alice probably had even less time remaining. The golden knight, collapsed on the floor a distance away, was stabbed through her chest by the sword golem’s sword. It appeared she avoided a direct hit to her heart, but her blood must be spilling out at an alarming rate. The chance that not even healing arts of the highest grade could stop that was high. That miraculous fluct light that broke through the «seal of the right eye» applied on all Underworld inhabitants with its will alone was being extinguished before my eyes.
The life of my irreplaceable bosom friend, Eugeo, who stood outside my field of vision was like a candle in the wind too. His strength had already surpassed mine, but that was no enemy that swordsmanship could stand up to.
My hazy vision showed the sword golem advancing, causing tremors as it did.
Even when I tried to call for him to flee, only a weak breath spilled out from my mouth.
No, even if I could call out to him, Eugeo would not run. He would grip his Blue Rose Sword and stand up against this overwhelming enemy to save Alice and me.
This worst disaster could only be attributed to my miscomprehension—the foolish assumption that Administrator would not murder.
In the Great Library Room, the sage, Cardinal, had explained the essence of what made up the «taboos» in this world with a tea cup. What she had wanted to convey was that all taboos had their own loopholes. Administrator had probably broke through the restriction on herself by creating an automatic weapon to slaughter her enemies instead of doing it with her own hands.
The pain that seemed to rage like flames was gradually turning into a dull numbness.
My Life will soon be zero. I would probably be kicked out from this world in that instant, wake up in the STL, and staff from Rath will fill me in. About the deletion of the Underworld in its current state—along with every fluct light, including Alice and Eugeo, without exception.
If my Life held just as much meaning as Eugeo and the rest.
If only I could meet a true death with this pair here.
How could I apologize to them with anything less than that?
The four advancing legs of the sword golem and the radiance of the collapsed Alice’s golden hair flickered and quivered in my slowly darkening vision.
Even that light, too, steadily abandoned me.
That was when that soft, yet substantial, voice burst into my ears.
[Use the dagger, Eugeo!]
It had a velvety ring that I seemed to have heard from somewhere. I continued listening to the exchange between the mezzo-soprano’s voice and Eugeo with my mind blank.
The owner of that voice gave several short instructions before declaring that she would buy him time and moving to my ear. It felt like something warm had touched my right cheek for an instant.
That warmth brought back a speck of sensation to my body and I desperately lifted my half-fallen eyelids.
Before my eyes, the one who leapt down onto the carpet stained with my blood without a sound—
Was one extremely, extremely small spider gleaming with a lustrous black.
That could be no other. Charlotte. The familiar of the sage, Cardinal, who lurked about my vicinity for two years to collect information.
But why was she here now? This small spider should have been released from her duty by her master in the Great Library Room and disappeared into the gaps between those bookshelves.
Pain and fear left my mind for a moment from the overwhelming surprise; the creature that was far too small began her charge towards the gigantic golem before my eyes.
Her four slender legs wildly kicked off the carpet. However, the distance crossed by the spider in a step was no match for that of the golem. Just how did she plan to buy time with the golem lunging at Eugeo?
Or so I wondered before a weak gasp leaked out from me, assailed by an even great shock.
The black spider had become a size larger.
Each time her pointed legs thrust onto the floor, the size of the spider rapidly multiplied. She became bigger than a mouse, a cat, soon a dog, and continued growing larger even then. Before I knew it, my cheek that touched the floor could feel the heavy tremors from Charlotte’s legs kicking off the carpet.
Letting out a grinding, metallic noise, the sword golem finally took notice of Charlotte. The two gems at its face flickered as though appraising its enemy.
Emitting a shrill, intimidating cry, the black spider whose overall length had crossed two meters, too, had its four individual eyes shine with a keen light.
Though her height failed to reach even half of the golem’s, the enlarged Charlotte had her body covered by a tough-looking carapace in contrast to her enemy formed solely from slender, long swords. The jet-black shell gleamed like the Rasta colors tinged with gold in the light and the claws growing on her eight legs, too, were like black crystals.
Two of her legs were visibly larger, serving as her arms, and their claws were long enough to bear a resemblance to swords as well. Raising that right leg up high, Charlotte threw it down at the golem’s left leg.
A heavy, metallic impact, like a clash between greatswords, echoed throughout the room. The orange sparks created illuminated the murky hall with dazzling light.
That flash of light brought to attention Eugeo’s figure that had started running without my notice.
Not towards the golem. Nor was it towards Alice or me.
He dashed towards the circular pattern on the southern wall to carry out Charlotte’s instructions to stab the dagger into the elevating disk.
Behind Eugeo, though that single strike from Charlotte had broken the sword golem’s stance slightly, it effortlessly stood its ground and was just about to raise its right arm up high.
The golem seemed to have completely identified the sudden, gigantic black spider as its enemy and its two bluish-white eyes shone sharply as it swung down its right arm with a roar.
Charlotte met that attack with her left arm.
The sword of gold and claw of black crystal crashed in mid-air and brought forth a fierce shockwave once more. The tremor travelling through the floor shook through my body as well.
That single strike from the sword golem that easily blew away both Alice and me was taken on by the large spider as she deeply lowered the six legs at her rear.
The pair continued that same ferocious struggle in an attempt to force the other down. The tough carapace on Charlotte’s legs warped as she supported that massive weight while the three swords forming the golem’s right arm creaked at their joints as well.
The competition ended in a mere three seconds.
The one to break with a dull noise was Charlotte’s left front leg. Milky white fluid gushed from the intersection, dyeing her black carapace.
However, the spider did not even take a step back and lunged forth with her remaining right front leg. Her aim was the gap between the three huge swords making up the sword golem’s back. The violet light gleaming within it—the piety module.
Her claw that reached out like a black flash of lightning stabbed through the prism, the golem’s greatest weakness—that moment I saw that, the numerous swords lined up on the left and right of its spine as its ribcage moved as one.
Jakiiin!! A metallic noise like a paper cutting machine rang out. The four blades on each side had intersected. Held within them, Charlotte’s right leg was helplessly severed and a flood of bodily fluid spurted out once more.
The golem’s ribcage opened slowly and the torn half of her leg fell from inside. Perhaps convinced of its victory, the golem’s two eyes faintly flickered with what looked practically like ridicule.
Charlotte retained her gallantry even with her two front legs lost.
Letting out a shrill cry once again, she leapt forth to bite with the thick, short fangs growing from her mouth.
However, her attack did not reach. The golem’s leg kicked up faster than my eyes could follow, slicing off another two of Charlotte’s left legs, and the giant spider fell onto the floor with a thud, its balance destroyed.
I tried to shout.
I had never conversed directly with that black spider named Charlotte.
But she had always been watching over me. She even told me the zephyria flowers I grew in the dormitory’s flower beds could still be saved after Raios and Humbert tore them apart. Despite how her mission from Cardinal had only been to observe me.
Yes—she should not be dying in such a hopeless battle for nothing more than to buy some time.
Run; I tried shouting once again, but it failed to make any sound.
Getting up somehow with her four remaining legs, Charlotte lowered herself to launch yet another reckless charge.
But the golem’s left arm that came from straight above an instant quicker pierced deep into the black spider’s torso after tracing an elegant arc.
A noise, far too weak to be considered a scream, spilled out from my throat.
—That happened then.
A sudden violet flash blotted out my vision.
It was a radiance I had only seen once before. The bands of light sweeping through the hall were all sets of miniscule letters. This same light had come forth when I used the dagger Cardinal gave me to help Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio.
Eugeo must have reached the elevating disk and stabbed in the dagger he had. I was not sure what result that would lead to, but Eugeo had not wasted the time Charlotte bought with that assault she carried out at the risk of her life.
Bathed in the gradually fading light, the jet-black spider pawed at the floor with her remaining legs, as though she wanted to stand even with her body stabbed all over. However, her gigantic body powerlessly sank in a puddle of white blood after the golem withdrew its arms with a damp noise.
The four individual eyes lined up on her face had lost most of that vivid scarlet that resembled rubies. Having confirmed the state of the elevating disk with those eyes, Charlotte murmured with a weak voice as blood spilled from even the gaps between her fangs.
[Thank goodness... I made it.]
Her right legs shook and altered the direction she faced. Her four eyes stared gently at me.
[I am glad... I could, fight... with you... in the......]
Her words ceased as though they had dissolved in mid-air. The crimson light in her glossy, round eyes flickered and vanished.
As my sight gently blotted out, I realized my tears could still flow now even while I approached death myself. The giant black spider shrank silently. The white puddle, too, swiftly evaporated, leaving behind nothing but a corpse the size of my fingertip, facing upwards with its four legs drew in.
The sword golem turned about as though it had instantly lost all concern for that life it had severed while its two shining eyes caught sight of Eugeo.
The giant form turned by ninety degrees and heavily stabbed the tip of its extended foot onto the floor. The ribbons of violet light continued wavering where it advanced towards.
I strained with all my strength to move my neck by several centimeters and the source of the light came into sight.
A ring of light pulsated on the floor at the southern side of the circular hall, a short distance from the glass window. It was the elevating disk Alice and I had used to get to this hundredth floor.
Something like an extremely small cross was stabbed in the middle of that ring. It was Eugeo’s share of the reddish-copper daggers Cardinal had entrusted us with. Those daggers were created from the resources taken from the pigtails that she grew for two hundred years and could open a channel that transcended space between Cardinal and whatever it was stabbed into.
Eugeo had stabbed the final resort against Administrator into the elevating disk in the floor as instructed by Charlotte, the black spider.
The elevating disk was already completely shining with violet light. High frequency waves like many tuning forks resonating with each other swelled out as the dagger itself came apart at last, connecting the elevating disk and the canopy with a narrow beam of light.
Eugeo who stood still beside it covered his face with his left arm, unable to bear its radiance. The sword golem advancing towards him, too, had its joints creak to a stop as though hesitating over the unexplainable phenomenon.
The beam of light gradually grew in width. A glossy, dark brown surface—a board—appeared from within it. No, that was no normal board. Rimmed by a rectangular frame, it had a silver knob protruding from one side; it was a door.
Just as I realized that, the radiance gave an intense flash, then vanished. The high frequency waves receded as well and silence returned to the hall.
Both Eugeo and I looked towards the thick door with a familiar design and color in silence.
Perhaps its program resumed after the abnormality had settled down, but the sword golem took a step forward with its right leg.
In that moment—
A small, stiff noise shook the air gently, but surely.
The silver knob slowly rotated. The stiff sound soon echoed out once more, followed by the door opening quietly.
The door stood upon the floor by itself, so there should be no more than the same hall beyond it. But on the contrary, no moonlight filtered through the gap between the wooden frame and door. Its depths were submerged in absolute darkness.
The door continuing swinging open and stopped upon opening a gap of around fifty centimeters. Its contents remained hidden from view. The sword golem continued its advance, ignoring the door. Its huge swords would be within range to cut Eugeo within three steps… two—
Without warning, an astounding intensity of light flooded out from the darkness beyond the door.
A pure white flash of lightning horizontally surged forth.
Gagaan!! Its impact made a noise that assailed my ears beyond any other sacred arts I had ever witnessed. The lightning that landed directly on the sword golem squirmed like a living being and turned its giant form into a black silhouette.
The lightning attack raged for several seconds before finally receding and the golem, which seemed to boast of a durability close to invulnerability, came to a stop as its upper body swayed. Faint white smoke rose from the tens of swords and its two eyes flickered haphazardly.
The monster that tenaciously tried to continue moving was struck hard once again by another lightning bolt emitted from the door. It was an unbelievable rate of fire for a sacred art of such power which should require an incantation consisting of tens of lines. With various parts charred black, the golem let out a shrill groan as it took a step back, but was chased down a mere half-second later.
A peal of thunder more intense than before roared out and a third bolt of lightning dashed forth. Struck by the white light, thicker than the two before, the five meters tall military weaponry was easily blown away like a paper model. Whirling about in mid-air, it passed through the immediate right of the hovering Administrator and crashed down onto the floor at the far end of the hall. I felt the Central Cathedral itself quivering from the impact of its fall.
The upturned golem finally ceased movement, but the tips of its sword limbs still trembled in small motions showing that its Life had yet to be depleted. But still, it seemed unlikely for it to get to its feet any time soon.
I shifted my sight back and watched the darkness beyond the door once more.
I already knew for sure who would be appearing from there. No one in this world was capable of rapid-firing such immense sacred arts aside from the highest minister, Administrator, and one other.
What first appeared from beyond the darkness were a narrow staff and the petite hand that held it. Following those was a loose sleeve upon a slender wrist. Several layers draped onto a black velvet robe. An angular hat decorated with a tuft. The flat shoes peeking out from the cuff of her robes took a step forward and stepped noiselessly onto the carpet.
The moonlight illuminated that soft-looking chestnut curly hair and those small silver-rimmed glasses. Her large eyes where youth and boundless wisdom coexisted sparkled beyond those lenses.
The sage, Cardinal, who possessed a level of authority equivalent to the highest minister, Administrator, as her other self and lived in the Great Library Room that was isolated for what was practically an eternality, calmly walked out into the bluish-white moonlight, and then stilled her feet. The door behind her closed on its own immediately after.
How could Cardinal reach this hall from that isolated library room?
The key was, of course, the reddish-copper dagger Eugeo held. The dagger stabbed into the elevating disk by Charlotte’s instructions had connected that to Cardinal. In that case, using an art to change the destination linked to the elevating disk to the library room should be an easy task for the girl.
The petite sage scanned through the top floor of the cathedral that she was likely seeing for the first time with a stern expression like that of a teacher.
Next, she turned her eyes to Eugeo who stood at the side and gave a curt nod. She also stared hard at Knight Alice who laid prostrate a distance away. Shifting those eyes to me who was in a similar posture, she showed a slight smile as though to reassure me and nodded once again.
Cardinal resolutely straightened up her small body and gazed at Administrator who continued hovering further in the hall in silence. The sage’s side profile gave no hints of any intense emotions she might be holding in this confrontation against her ultimate enemy after two hundred years.
Having confirmed the situation, Cardinal softly raised the staff in her right hand. Her small frame instantly floated up and she glided through the air to where Alice and I had fallen.
Descending onto the floor, she first gave Alice’s back a soft touch with the head of the staff. Gleaming particles of light fluttered and whirled about when she did, sinking into the knight’s body.
Next, she knocked the slender staff against my shoulder. That warm light came forth once more and enveloped my body that had lost all sensation.
The cold sense of emptiness I felt, like I had ceased to exist, first vanished before a searing pain returned to my abdomen that had received a direct hit from the golem. I forced down the urge to scream and the pain was soon thawed by a wave of warmth. My bodily sensations returned just as the pain settled down and I tried flexing my stiff right hand countless times before feeling for the injury on my stomach with apprehension.
My touch revealed that though a stinging scar remained, the deep wound that nearly severed my body had been completely sealed up; I couldn’t help but to be surprised. If I wanted to accomplish the same effect with healing arts, I would have to chant continuously for hours in a forest filled with sunlight.
I’m saved—such simpleminded happiness seemed even inappropriate for an art so miraculous, but naturally, compensation of equal value must have been needed. Not to mention the one to pay the price would not be me, but the sage, Cardinal. After all, the highest minister, Administrator, would never let—
As though utterly unconcerned over my spine-chilling imagination, Cardinal gently floated up once again.
The place she landed after a short while was before a small black corpse lying on the carpet.
The staff thrust onto the floor with a soft thud. Even as its owner’s hand separated, the staff stayed upright without a smidgen of movement.
Cardinal quietly stooped over and gently scooped up the meager remains from the floor with both hands. Pressing the hands enveloping the black spider, Charlotte, to her breast, the girl hung her head deep down, then whispered in a voice so soft I couldn’t catch it.
“You… stubborn thing. Have I not relived you of your duty, thanked you for your efforts, and asked you to live on as you wished in the nook of any bookshelf of your liking?”
Her long eyelashes fluttered twice, thrice, beyond her round glasses.
I gripped my black sword that had tumbled to my side with my right hand that could finally move properly, and then used that as a prop to stand. After wobbling closer to Cardinal, I shelved away those words I should be saying and instead, first asked.
“Cardinal… was that Charlotte’s… true form…?”
The sage whose curly hair swayed as she lifted her face looked at me with moist eyes and replied with a tone that seemed even nostalgic.
“…Many magical beasts and oddities dwelled in the forest and wildlands even in this Human World in times of old. You should already be familiar with such beings.”
“…Named monsters… But… Charlotte was capable of human speech and she even had emotions… Did she possess a fluct light…?
“Nay… In the words of your world, she would be equivalent to an NPC. Granted a modest pseudo-intelligence engine in a nook of the Main Visualizer, rather than a light cube, she was a part of the system, so to speak. Numerous large beasts, ancient trees, giant rocks, and such able to respond in the Common Tongue were positioned in the Human World too. However… they are all gone now. Half were exterminated by the integrity knights while the other half were used as object resources by that Administrator.”
“I see… So like the guardian dragon that had turned to bones in the cave at the northern mountain edge…”
“Aye. I had thought that a pity and took in as many of those newly created AIs as I could. Though many of those familiars I employ are small units without intelligence engines, there are some AIs in my care that I put to work like Charlotte. After all, they would not suffer much damage even after shrinking their outward appearance thanks to their high stats. She had stayed unharmed despite how much of a racket you caused while hidden in your clothes due to that.”
“B-But… but still…”
I stared hard on Charlotte’s corpse lying atop Cardinal’s palm and continued my questions while holding back the tears that threaten to spill yet again.
“Charlotte’s words and actions were in no way that of some false AI. She saved me. She sacrificed herself for me… Why… how could…”
“I believe I said this before, but this child had already lived for fifty years. She had continuously conversed with myself and watched over many humans in that time. Brief as it was, two years has already passed since she had clung to you… With that much time spent together, even without a fluct light, she—
Cardinal’s tone suddenly increased in vigor and she finished her remaining words, decisively.
“Even if the true nature of that intelligence is naught more than input and output data, a true heart could still reside there. Aye, at times, even love. —Even an eternity would not suffice for you to understand that, however… Administrator, you empty vessel!!”
Calling out with an austere voice, the childlike sage finally turned her two eyes straight towards her bitter enemy of two hundred years.
Floating a distance away and watching over the situation in silence, the highest minister gave no immediate reply.
Her clasped hands covered her mouth, showing no more than a mysterious light in her specular eyes.
According to the story Cardinal told me in the library room, when Administrator merged with the former Cardinal System, she manipulated her fluct light and eliminated most of her emotions in order to prevent any revolt from the self-repair sub-process—the second personality that made up the base of the current Cardinal.
The danger of the sub-process possessing her body had passed after they separated into two unique humans, but still, she should have found emotions useless and have no need to revive them.
Hence, the image I had of the existence known as Administrator was a human being that processed tasks like a machine, one exactly like a computer program. But the highest minister I encountered on the top floor of this cathedral differed greatly from my imagination. I could sense nothing false about the smile she had as she held Chudelkin in contempt and toyed around with us.
And even now—
Silvery laughter burst out from the mouth the silver-haired, silver-eyed girl hid with both hands as her two eyes narrowed to slits.
Hehe. Hehe, hehe.
Treating Cardinal’s words, said with utmost severity, as though they were less significant than even a breeze, her slender shoulders shook as she continued laughing.
Before long, she added a short line between her laughter—one that brought to life my earlier dread.
“I thought you would come.”
“I thought you would come out from that moldy cellar if I teased these boys enough. That’s your limit, shorty. Sending your pieces to deal with me, yet not abandoning them like pawns should be. Humans certainly are beyond all help.”
As I had—
As I had feared, Administrator’s real aim was to lure Cardinal out from the isolated Great Library Room by pushing us to our limits. In other words, the highest minister still had some trump card capable of securing her victory in this situation.
But the sword golem, what should have been her ultimate weapon, was nearly destroyed by Cardinal and both Eugeo and I were capable of fighting somehow. A glance confirmed Alice should have regained her consciousness as well as she was trying to get up with her hand pressed against the floor.
Like the two sides of the same coin, Cardinal and Administrator would definitely end up in a draw if they fought each other one-on-one, so we should hold an overwhelming advantage with the situation as it was.
In other words, Administrator should have stopped spectating and begun an attack with all her might the moment the door connecting to the library room had opened. But why had she not opposed the destruction of the sword golem, Alice’s and my recovery, and not to mention that conversation between Cardinal and I that was in no way short?
Naturally, Cardinal should have the same misgivings as me. However, her side profile revealed only an adamant grimness.
“Hmm. It appears you, too, have gotten rather competent with that human mimicry of yours. Have you spent the whole of the last two hundred years honing that laughter before a mirror?”
Administrator sidestepped the harsh words once again with her laughter.
“My, the same goes to you, shorty, what were you thinking with that style of speech? You were shaking ever so miserably when you were brought before me two hundred years ago. Weren’t you, Lyceris-chan?”
“Do not call me by that name, Quinella! My name is Cardinal, a program that exists solely to delete you!”
“Ufufu, so you were. And I am Administrator, the one who manages all programs. I apologize for the late greeting, shorty. It took a little time to prepare the art for welcoming you.”
Finishing off with a smile, Administrator gently raised her right hand.
The outspread fingers bent as though they were crushing something invisible. Her cheeks that had remained pure white until now became faintly flushed and a fierce light entered her silver eyes. Cold shudders ran down my back upon realizing the highest minister was seriously focusing for the first time.
But there was no time to do anything. An instant was all it took for Administrator to grip her right hand tight.
Gasshaaan!! A multitude of shattering noises clamored out from all about the hall. I thought the gigantic glass walls encircling it had all shattered.
However, that was wrong.
What broke was beyond the windows—the murky, snaking sea of clouds, the star-filled skies, the full moon shining clearly with bluish-white light: the whole of the night skies.
I looked on, dumbfounded, as the skies became countless thin fragments, whirled about, and dispersed, falling and breaking into ever small pieces as they crashed into other another. What appeared after the fragments that displayed the starry skies crumbled was a scene that could only be expressed as «nothingness».
The black and violet space that conveyed no depth made up a marbling pattern that wriggled viscously. An utterly blank world that would suck in anyone’s mind if stared upon for too long.
It differed entirely in hue and beauty, but still, I felt it resembled the scene from then. The veil of white light I had once seen engulfing the sunset skies as the floating castle, Aincrad, crumbled.
The Underworld couldn’t possibly be crumbling away and vanishing, could it? The Human World, the Dark Territory, the villages and cities… along with everyone living within them; everything?
What drew me back from my descent into panic was Cardinal’s voice, firm and steadfast, though not entirely immune from shock.
“You… disconnected the address, haven’t you?”
—What did she mean…?
I looked on, unable to tear my sight away from Administrator even in my confusion, and the silver-haired girl gently lowered her right hand as she replied in a whisper.
“….I certainly was the one at blame two hundred years ago when you escaped on the brink of death, shorty. That moldy cellar was personally set as a disconnected address by myself, wasn’t it? Hence, I decided to learn from that mistake. To lock you in on this side the next time I lured you out. A cage for a rat to be hunted down by a cat.”
Closing her mouth, the highest minister snapped her fingers with her left hand this time, as though to put on the finishing touches.
A breaking noise, rather modest when compared to earlier, immediately sounded out as the brown door towering behind shattered. Its fragments broke off into even smaller fragments while in mid-air, eventually disappearing. In addition, the circular pattern marking the elevating disk’s position vanished from the floor as well.
Eugeo who stood beside it extended his right foot in shock and stomped on the carpet numerous times. Before lifting his face and giving a small shake of his head as he looked at me.
In other words, this was how it went.
What Administrator broke was not the world beyond the windows, but the actual connections between the world and the highest floor of the cathedral here.
Even if we somehow broke the surrounding glass windows, we couldn’t go beyond it. Because there was nowhere to go to. As a method to shut away someone in a virtual space, it was far too perfect, truly one only permitted to those who held the authority of a supervisor. Compared to this, the jail area located in the Black Iron Castle on the first floor of the old Aincrad could be even considered naive.
Administrator didn’t waste the few minutes since Cardinal’s appearance, but used them to prepare for this grand art—that was it.
If the connections between the spaces were completely severed.
“I believe that metaphor is lacking, however.”
Apparently having easily reached the same conclusion as me, Cardinal rebutted in a low voice.
“Even if it takes only few minutes to disconnect them, re-connecting them is no easy task. Thus, you, too, are completely trapped in this place. And I believe it is hardly clear which faction would be the cat or rat in this situation. After all, we are four and you are one. You would be making a heavy mistake if you underestimate these younglings, Quinella.”
Yes, that’s right.
With things as they were, Administrator shouldn’t be able to escape from this space easily herself. And both Cardinal and she were spell-users possessing the exact same capabilities. We could end the fight by slashing at her while Cardinal canceled out the sacred arts directed at us—that was what it summed up to.
But even after Cardinal explicitly pointed it out, the highest minister retained her faint smile.
“Four to one? …No, your calculations are just a little off. To be accurate… it would be four to three hundred. Even without including me, that is.”
The honeyed voice cut off just as the overturned clump of metal—the sword golem that should have been nearly destroyed—behind the highest minister resounded with ear-piercing dissonance.
Cardinal shouted in a deep tone. She must have judged it completely nullified after being struck by the three consecutive bolts of lightning she shot with all her might. I had no problem believing in that either.
But the light in the golem’s two eyes that had definitely vanished just seconds ago now gleamed brilliantly like two stars. Directing that murderous light at us, the giant lifted itself up with its two arms as though it had recovered from its damage in an instant before thrusting its four legs onto the floor and standing straight with a thunderous roar from its abdomen.
A closer look showed that the set of swords that should have been charred at various spots from Cardinal’s lightning attacks had regained a fresh sheen without my notice.
It was true that weapons of high priority were furnished with the ability to regenerate their Life in this world, but that was only when they were properly maintained and sheathed. Still, recovering half of its health would take a whole day and in the first place, the swords forming the golem’s body were ornamental pieces attached to the pillars.
Even if all of its parts possessed priority levels equivalent to those of sacred tools like Administrator mentioned, that was no reason for them to recover from damage this quick.
But the sword giant towering behind the highest minister was enveloped in an aura exactly the same as—no, more overwhelming than what I had felt before it took on those lightning attacks. If this golem could be mass-produced, that might really be sufficient to fight back the combined invasion from the Dark Territory; its strength made even that seem plausible.
The young sage’s sonorous voice reached my ears as I stood still at a loss for words.
“Kirito, Alice, Eugeo, behind me! You must not move from behind me!”
Upon listening her instructions, the other two who weren’t already behind Cardinal from the start dashed over. It appeared the damage Alice suffered from getting the right of her chest pierced had almost fully recovered as well. She had lost her golden breastplate and a blue bodice, her clothes as a knight, underneath was badly torn, but her movements showed no traces of any wound.
Standing stoutly with her Fragrant Olive Sword, Alice softly whispered to me.
“Kirito… exactly who is this…?”
“Her name’s Cardinal. Another highest minister who fought with Administrator and got exiled two hundred years ago.”
And—in contrast to the one who manages (administrator), she was the one who resets (formatter). The one who shall return the world to a merciful null.
But naturally, I kept that to myself for now. I continued my explanation to Alice who had a doubtful expression on.
“It’s fine, she’s on our side. She’s the one who helped out Eugeo and me and guided us here. She loves and grieves for this world from the bottom of her heart.”
At the very least, that was a definite truth. Alice seemed to be unable to cast aside all doubt and hesitation, but she still gently pushed her left hand against the right of her chest—the place healed by Cardinal’s miraculous power—and nodded deeply.
“…Understood. High ranking sacred arts reflect the heart of its user… I shall believe in the warmth of this person’s power that had healed my wound.”
That’s totally it; I nodded in return, deeply moved.
Even if it was the weakest healing art consisting of only one line, its effect would vary greatly depending on whether it was performed on someone carelessly or with sincere prayers.
Cardinal’s healing art was filled with a true tenderness that melted away all suffering with its warmth. That was exactly why I still clung to hope and believed that her determination to return the entire Underworld to null was up to discussion—but that, too, could only happen if we won this fight.
What contrivances did the sword golem possess to instantly recover completely after losing all of its power and how should that be dealt with; we had to find the answers to those mysteries first.
With its entire body glinting with a gold tinged with black, the golem nonchalantly began its advance.
Cardinal braced her staff, prepared to confront it, but she couldn’t quite use powerful sacred arts for a preemptive strike like several minutes ago. Administrator must be aiming for an opportunity to attack: the moment Cardinal uses any art.
—Think. That was all I could do now.
The sword golem’s auto-healing ability was probably granted by the recollection release art. In that case, the «something» that the thirty swords forming the golem’s huge body originated from should possess some property that allowed that.
What first came to mind upon hearing about the automatic regeneration of Life was the giant tree that was the source of the black sword held in my right hand, the Gigas Cedar, but that amazing recovery ability was only due to the abundant space resources supplied by the sunlight and the earth.
But the only source of resources in this hall was the moonlight pouring in from the southern windows. I highly doubted there was enough accumulated for that giant frame to instantly recover. In other words, the sword golem did not originate from an object of nature like the Gigas Cedar.
Thus, the remaining possibility was a living creature type of object that possessed a recovery ability unreliant on space resources? But Cardinal had definitely said that the enormous named monsters that once inhabited this world were extinct. Meanwhile, normal animal units like bears and cows did not have a priority level capable of that absurd offensive potential. Even if ten thousands of them were concurrently transmuted into a sword, the result would probably be far from reaching the sacred tools of the integrity knights. That was just how low a beast’s Life was. Priority and durability were proportional, so creating thirty of those incredible weapons would need thousands or tens of thousands of those large animal units—
Didn’t Administrator say something strange earlier?
Four to three hundred.
The units used to create that sword golem were not moving objects like animals. They were human units, the human beings living in this world. Not to mention—it took three hundred of them. A number that would require an entire small village to be wiped out to fulfill.
I was convinced I reached the correct conclusion after a moment of thought so fast that it felt as though my mind was on fire. But that granted no reprieve. Instead, what assailed me was an overwhelming terror. Goose bumps rapidly rose all over my skin, from head to toe.
The people of the Underworld were not simply objects capable of movement. They possessed fluct lights, souls, like us, people from the real world. And even when transmuted into swords, their fluct light would not cease activity as they still existed in a corporeal form.
In other words, those turned into parts for that golem might still retain their consciousness within that metal, even if they had no eyes, ears, or mouths.
Apparently having arrived at the same conclusion before myself, Cardinal’s petite frame faintly trembled. Her small hand turned pure white with how tightly it gripped the staff it held up.
The words she let out were fragmented with such fury that it overshadowed her cherubic voice.
“You… how… how inhumane could you be?! You are their ruler! Were those that you turned into that sword puppet not the people you should have been protecting originally?!!”
Two moans came from my left in that instant.
“People…? People, you mean, human… beings?”
Eugeo took a giddy step back as he murmured.
“People, you say… that monstrosity…?”
Alice placed her left hand against her chest again as she groaned as well.
A cold, tense silence engulfed the hall.
Before long, Administrator replied with a smile as though she had appreciated the taste of our fright, dread, and anger.
“That’s, right. So you fi—nally realize. At the rate we were going, I was afraid everyone would die off before I revealed it.”
With an innocent, cherry voice as though she was glad from the bottom of her heart, the absolute ruler clapped her hands together and continued with a “But still”.
“I’m a little disappointed in you, shorty. Despite peeking at me for these two hundred years from that cellar, you have still yet to understand me, haven’t you? And I’m supposed to be your mother in a sense.”
“…Nonsense! I am more than well aware of that depraved personality of yours!”
“Then what was with those worthless words? Like, the people I should have been protecting and such. Why would I be bothered by such trivial matters?”
Her smile stayed as it always had been, but the air around Administrator seemed to be rapidly approaching freezing point. Words flowed like grains of ice from her lips that showed a smile at absolute zero.
“I am the ruler. I need nothing more than for those under my rule to continue their existence in this world according to my will. Be them humans or swords, that is of no great concern.”
Cardinal’s voice dried up and stopped.
I couldn’t find the words to speak either.
The mental state of this female, no, existence named Administrator had already exceeded the scope of my understanding. True to her name, she was the system’s administrator and recognized the masses of the Human World as no more than data files to be overwritten. An analogy would be like internet addicts of the real world who continued to download enormous files merely for the sake of collecting and arranging them, maybe? With barely any concern for what was in those files.
During the conversation in the Great Library Room, Cardinal had said that the behavioral principle burnt into Administrator’s soul was the «preservation of the world». That was probably correct, but its reality was far more complex.
Did the first generation Cardinal System, that soulless management program, from the old world of SAO truly acknowledge us players as humans… as intelligent living beings?
The answer was a no.
We were no more than data to be managed, sorted, and deleted.
The girl, Quinella, from an age long ago might have not committed murder.
However, human beings were no longer human to the current Administrator.
“My, what is the matter, losing your voices all together?”
Looking down at us from high above, the administrator adorably tilted her head.
“You couldn’t possibly be that shocked by the transmutation of merely three hundred units, could you?”
“Merely… you say?”
The highest minister replied with a composed nod to Cardinal’s nearly inaudible question.
“Merely, only, just nothing more than that, shorty. How many fluct lights did you think collapsed before this doll was completed? In the first place, this is simply a prototype, you know? Mass producing enough of the perfected version to deal with that detestable load experiment would take roughly half of them, I suppose.”
“Half’s half. Half of the approximately eighty thousands human units in the Human World… forty thousand units. I guess that much should do fine. To fight off the invasion from the Dark Territory and invade that side, that is.”
After voicing out such horrifying words without the slightest excitement, Administrator turned her silver eyes towards the knight standing on my left.
“Now, are you satisfied, Alice-chan? Your precious Human World will certainly be safe, won’t it?”
Alice did nothing more than listen to her teasing giggles in silence.
I noticed her hand quivering slightly as it held the Fragrant Olive Sword’s grip, but I had no idea at that time whether that was due to fear or anger.
Soon, what came from her was a single question with as much restraint as she could muster.
“…Esteemed Highest Minister. The words of human no longer reach you. Hence, I shall enquire as a practitioner of sacred arts. The thirty swords forming that doll… who exactly are their owners?”
I hesitated for a moment. The one who performed the release of recollections on those thirty swords and assembled them into the golem was Administrator herself. Hence, I had always thought the highest minister would be the owner though that went against that basic rule.
But Alice’s next words negated my conjecture.
“Esteemed Highest Minister, you cannot possibly be their owner. Even if you can contravene the rule of having only one sword to fully control, you cannot contravene the next rule. Releasing their recollections require the sword and its owner to be linked by steadfast bonds. As shown by my Fragrant Olive Sword and myself, the other knights and their sacred tools, or even Kirito and Eugeo and their swords. The owner has to love the sword and be loved in return. Esteemed Minister, if the origins of those swords that give that doll its form are the innocent masses as you say—you cannot possibly be loved by those swords!!”
Alice declared with a dignified reverberation.
What broke that silence was Administrator’s suppressed laughter, inscrutable to the very end.
“Ufufufu… I wonder what fuels the vibrancy such souls, young and foolish, have. What bittersweet sentimentalism like a freshly-picked apple… You’re giving me the urge to crush that this very moment, to drink up every last drop of its juice.”
Her specular eyes wore a rainbow glint as though reflecting the excitement in her chest.
“But it is too early. It is not time yet. Alice-chan, what you mean to say, is that I am incapable of exhibiting the imagination needed to overwrite these swords, isn’t it? You are correct. My memory domain no longer holds the allowance to record this many swords in high fidelity.”
On the other end of where the highest minister gracefully pointed was the sword golem constructed from thirty swords, still advancing bit by bit.
As far as I understood, the armament full control art required the owner to memorize the weapon’s information, such as its appearance, texture, and weight, and combined that with assistance from the command, to produce that technique capable of transforming the weapon with the power of one’s imagination.
In other words, the necessary condition to activate the art would be for the owner to store all information of that sword into his or her own memory.
For example, if I wanted to use my black sword’s armament full control art, there must be not even the slightest, miniscule difference between A, the information of the sword in the shared memory storage in the middle of the Light Cube Cluster, the Main Visualizer, and B, the information of the sword in my fluct light. That would then lead to me transforming B with my imagination and overwriting A with that, which meant that transformation would be shared with everyone else. This logic was likely similar to the «transformation phenomenon» that happened to my body earlier.
On the other hand, Administrator’s light cube’s capacity should be packed full with memories from her life over three hundred years. Remembering the information of thirty swords in exact detail hardly seemed possible for her. Alice had probably pointed it out from her personal beliefs, but still, it was an accurate gauge of the system.
Thus— The swords constructing that golem should have their own unique owners. Each with a soul holding onto a sword’s memory within their light cube and in possession of such wicked, destructive desires.
But where? This space was now isolated from the outside world in all sense and meaning. Hence, unless the owners were in this hall as well, the logic wouldn’t work out…
“The answer is before your eyes.”
Administrator suddenly looked straight at me and said so.
Continuing on, she turned her sight towards the left.
“Eugeo should have understood already.”
Breathless, I looked towards Eugeo who stood on the opposite side of Alice.
My flaxen-haired partner was staring at the highest minister without the slightest movement as his blood left his face.
His brown pupils were expressionless to a frightening extent as they trembled slightly and turned right up towards the ceiling.
Following his lead, I looked up as well. A miniature with the creation myth as its theme was depicted on the slightly domed canopy and the crystals set in various spots flickered gently.
I had thought of both the art and the crystals on the ceiling as nothing more than ornaments thus far. But Eugeo’s face was blank aside from his two eyes that shone with a bizarre light as they stared a hole into the ceiling.
Before long, my partner forced out a parched voice through his lips.
“I see… so it was like that?”
“Eugeo… you found out something!?”
Eugeo slowly turned to me when I asked and muttered with a look filled with profound fear.
“Kirito… Those crystals set in that ceiling. Those are… not merely decorations. Those are definitely… the «memory fragments» stolen from the integrity knights.”
Cardinal and Alice, too, let out astonished voices while I was at a loss for words.
The integrity knights’ memory fragments.
That referred to the most precious memories extracted from the humans turned into knights through the «Synthesis Ritual». Those memories were surely of their most beloved ones in most cases. For Eldrie, his mother. For Deusolbert, his wife.
If that was true—those crystals were the owners of the swords that formed that sword golem?
No. The crystals should be no more than fragmented information saved in fluct light. They were no replacement for complete souls capable of independent thought. I could hardly imagine them being able to link with the swords and activate the full control art.
No— There was something prickling at my thoughts.
If those crystals were memory fragments from all of the integrity knights, then they should include Knight Alice’s memories which were stolen through that synthesis six years ago.
And this was the Central Cathedral’s highest floor.
Two years ago, Eugeo suffered a severe wound after getting in a fight with a squad of goblins in the cave north of Rulid. I had certainly heard that mysterious voice while tending to that wound.
The voice, resembling that of a young girl, had told me she was waiting for Eugeo and me at the highest floor of the cathedral. And with that, sacred energy flooded into us and healed Eugeo.
What if that voice belonged to Alice’s memory fragment? In other words, wouldn’t that mean the memories stolen from knights possessed independent thought?
However, there was still the rule of being in contact with the target for all sacred arts. Not even Administrator could send her voice and healing power from this Central Cathedral to Rulid, a distant seven hundred and fifty kilometers away.
Such a miracle could only be brought about by the same «phenomenon overwriting» principle as the armament full control art. Hence, the memories saved in Alice’s memory fragment were effective—effectively…
Cardinal’s shout, raging like flames, interrupted my rapidly whirling thoughts.
“I see… so that was it! Damn you, Quinella… how far do you intend to toy with mankind, you monster?!!”
I came back to my senses and saw the silver-haired ruler smiling calmly before me.
“My, as expected of you… I suppose I should give you that much credit, shorty? It seems you discovered it earlier than I thought you would, you hypocritical advocate for benevolence. Now then, let me ask again, what is your answer?”
“The pattern shared by all fluct lights. Is that not so?!”
Cardinal swept the black staff in her right hand towards Administrator.
“By inserting the piece of memory extracted via the Synthesis Ritual into a mental model loaded in a new light cube, it could be treated as an imitation human unit. Still, its intelligence would be exceedingly limited… the existence would possess nearly nothing more than its instincts, so it is inconceivable that it could execute a command as advanced as the armament full control art.”
I desperately tried to understand the meaning behind her perplexing words.
Cardinal should have said this in the Great Library Room. That the babies in this world were born by assembling together a fluct light prototype, loaded in a new light cube, with a part of the parents’ external characteristics, thought patterns, and tendencies. It should be fundamentally the same as that. With the memory fragment from the knight embedded instead of the information inherited from the two parents.
In other words, the crystals gleaming at the ceiling were babies given the memories of who they most loved… was that it? But if it was, how could «Alice» talk to me two years ago? A newborn could hardly speak in such a manner.
New words from Cardinal reached my ears while I was tossed about by my endless doubts.
“…However, that limit, too, has a loophole. That would be when the piece of memory inserted into the fluct light prototype and the linked weapon’s structural information possess a pattern common to both with negligible differences. To be specific…”
The sage’s words paused once there before she loudly knocked the staff’s base against the floor and shouted.
“—Those recorded on the memories stolen from the integrity knights, those that they loved most, were used as resources to create the swords. Is that not it, Administrator?!!”
An overwhelming sense of dread and disgust froze my entire being the instant my short-lived confusion was dissolved.
The owners of the swords were the integrity knights’ stolen memories of their loved ones.
And the swords were created with those loved ones used as the raw materials… Eldrie’s mother, Deusolbert’s wife, and in all likelihood, those closely related to them as well.
That was what Cardinal meant.
Eugeo and Alice likely understood that a moment slower as alarmed lamentations simultaneously escaped from them.
Certainly, if that was true, the recollection release phenomenon might be logically possible. After all, A and B, the information in the Main Visualizer and the fluct light, would have been derived from the same existence. If the newly-born fluct light given the memory fragment held some sort of strong emotion for the linked sword, that phenomenon could potentially occur.
The problem was what sort was that «some sort». What sort of urge or emotion from the memory fragments, which should have no more than a newborn’s level of intelligence, fueled the gigantic sword golem…?
As though she had seen through my doubt, Administrator spoke that word without delay.
“The desire to touch. To embrace. To make another its own. Those unsightly desires move this sword doll.”
Fufu. Ufufu. Her silver eyes narrowed and the girl softly sniggered.
“The artificial individuals with the knights’ memory fragments inserted desire only one thing—to make that one person they remember their own, that’s all. They sense the presence of that person close by while they lay stuck on that ceiling. But they can’t touch them. They can’t make contact. All they see in their maddening hunger and thirst are enemies who stand in their path. If they hack through those enemies, the one they desire will be theirs. Hence, they fight. No matter what wounds they suffer, no matter how many times they fall, they rise up and fight for all eternity. …How is it? Wouldn’t you say it’s a lovely design? Marvelous… the power of greed is truly marvelous!”
Administrator’s shrill voice reverberated as the two eyes on the sword golem nearby flickered violently.
Metallic, brutal resonance emitted from its entire frame—to me, that sounded like screams of sorrow and despair.
To once again meet with the one it remembers; such thoughts congregated in this miserable, lost child and moved it.
Administrator expressed what fueled it as desires. However, that was—
The shout that coincided with my thoughts came from Cardinal.
“Wanting to meet with another once again, to touch them with their own hands, such desires are only defiled with that word! That—that is genuine love!! The greatest power humans possess and their final miracle… that is no toy for you to trifle with!!”
“They are the same, you foolish shorty.”
Administrator extended her two palms towards the sword golem as her lips warped with joy.
“Love is to dominate… love is greed! And its actual form is no more than an output of signals from a fluct light! I am simply making good use of the signals with the strongest intensity. In a format far, far smarter than the means you employ!!”
The ruler’s voice rang high as though convinced of her triumph.
“What you have done amounts to nothing more than cajoling two or three powerless children. But I am different. The doll I created overflows with the energy of greed from over three hundred units after including those in the memory fragments! And most importantly…”
The words let loose after that flash of silence brought to mind a lethal sting.
“…Now that you are aware of that, you can never destroy this doll. After all, though their forms may have changed, these manipulated swords are still living human beings!!”
Administrator’s proclamation echoed for a long while before a gradual demise.
I stared in stupefaction as Cardinal’s staff, raised towards the sword golem, gently fell.
The voice that came from Cardinal next was abnormally mellow.
“Aah… that is certainly true. I cannot murder. That is the one constraint I definitely cannot break. …I had spent two hundred years to refine my arts in order to kill you and your body which deviated from humanity… but it appears that had been in vain.”
I listened, dazed, to those words that admitted her defeat in a manner that was far too benign.
But if the swords of the sword golem were really humans, Cardinal could not put an end to those lives… no, she would not. Even if there was a method to bypass the restriction on her actions like for the case of the tea cup and soup cup.
Administrator’s lips swung as high up as they could and torn into the strained atmosphere with a throaty sound, like she was suppressing raucous laughter.
“How foolish… how comical…”
“You should already know well enough. The true form of this world. What constitutes as the lives in that thing are no more than an amalgamation of data to be overwritten. And yet you still recognize that data as human beings and continue to be bound by that restriction on murder… there should be a limit to foolishness…”
“Nay, they are human, Quinella.”
Cardinal rebutted in what seemed like an admonishing tone.
“Each and every person living in the Underworld possesses true emotions, those that we have lost. A heart to laugh, to grieve, to rejoice, to love. What else is needed for a human to be human? Whether the vessel for their soul is a light cube or an organic brain, that poses no actual problem. I believe so. Hence—I shall accept it with pride, my defeat, that is.”
The last few words she murmured dug deep into the core of my chest. But what inflicted a sharp pain that truly hurt were the words that followed those.
“However, on one condition. You may have my life… and on account of that, spare those of these younglings.”
I tried to take a step forward, my breath gone. Eugeo and Alice both went tense as well.
But the aura of her firm resolve exuding from Cardinal’s small back brought our movement to a halt.
Administrator’s eyes narrowed like a cat with its prey hanging off its nails and tilted her head slightly.
“Oh my… what merit would accepting such a condition bring me with the circumstances as they are?”
“I said it earlier, did I not, that I had devoted myself to refining my arts. If you wish for a battle, I will whittle off half of your Life even while sealing that pitiable doll’s movements. Wouldn’t that excess burden expose your already unreliable memory capacity to even greater danger?”
Putting on a smile to the very end, Administrator placed the index finger on her right hand against her chin and acted as though she was mulling over it.
“I doubt a battle with a pre-determined victor would be much of a threat, but well, it would be a bother. …Send them out from this closed-off space to somewhere in this world would be enough to «let them go», wouldn’t it? I shall have to decline if that includes not laying my hands on them ever again.”
“Nay, it would be enough to have them withdraw this one time. They would definitely…”
Cardinal left the rest unspoken. Instead, the hem of her robe fluttered as she turned to us and looked upon us with a gentle light filling her eyes.
I wanted to shout for her to stop with her jokes. My provisional life couldn’t possibly match Cardinal’s real one in value. I seriously considered if I should slash at Administrator this very instant and buy time for Cardinal to flee.
But I couldn’t. That would end up waging Eugeo and Alice’s lives as well in that high-risk gamble.
My right hand gripped my sword’s handle so tightly that it hurt and my right foot stepped on the floor so hard that it creaked. Administrator’s voice reached my ears while the struggle between impulse and reason continued in me.
“Oh, very well.”
Showing a cherubic grin, the smiling girl magnanimously nodded.
“I’m all for leaving the fun bits for later too, you know? …I shall swear it on the goddess, Stacia, then. I will…”
“No, swear it not on the goddess, but on that which is most precious to you… your own fluct light.
Cardinal interrupted curtly and Administrator conceded once more, with her smile turning slightly more cynical.
“Oh, sure, well, I shall swear it on my fluct light and the precious data accumulated in it. After killing you, shorty, I will let the three behind you go unhurt. I won’t be able to break this vow… for the time being, at least.”
Having agreed, Cardinal turned her sight to Eugeo and Alice, who stood still, for several seconds each, then finally looked at me once again. A gentle smile rested on her youthful face and her dark brown eyes reflected nothing but light filled with tenderness; emotions overflowed from my heart and fell as liquid, blurring my vision without any means to hold them back.
Cardinal’s lips moved and whispered, mute, “Sorry”.
On the far end, Administrator announced, clear and acute, “Farewell, shorty”.
With a light wave of the highest minister’s right hand, the sword golem that had reached the heart of the room came to a neat stop.
Leaving her hand raised high, she closed her palm as though gripping something and light particles practically seeped out from thin air, fluttering and gathering into a narrow, long form.
The object that appeared was a silver rapier. It was the same color as a mirror: the blade, narrow like a needle, the elegant guard, and everything else. Its form was slender like an ornament, but merely looking at the overwhelming priority it exuded as an aura choked my breathing even from this distance.
Administrator’s personal sacred instrument, on par with Cardinal’s black staff—it must be the greatest source of the resources needed to support her arts.
The silver rapier rang like a chime as it moved and pointed straight at Cardinal.
Looking forward, the sage began walking with firm steps without showing the slightest sign of fear towards the sacred sword.
Alice and Eugeo leaned forward as though they wanted to chase after her. But I brought up my left hand and held them back.
I honestly wanted to raise my sword and slash at Administrator. But lunging forth on impulse would serve only to waste Cardinal’s determination and dedication. Thus, I did no more than to continue holding back my tears, gritting my teeth, and standing at that point.
A rainbow of ecstatic elation swirled in Administrator’s eyes as she looked down upon her other self.
Immediately after, an immense flash of lightning emitted from the end of the keen blade, dyeing the entire hall white, and pierced through Cardinal’s petite frame.
In the middle of my sight that blurred as it underwent halation, a small silhouette bent backwards harshly as though it got flicked away.
The energy from the gigantic lightning attack scorched even the air as they dispersed and I fought against the pressure, desperately keeping my eyes open even as I stepped back.
The young sage still stood. Even as her body leaned against the long staff, her two feet stepped firmly onto the floor and her face looked up at her bitter enemy with resolve.
But the traces of damage were painful to look at. The jet-black hat and robes were burnt in spots, with smoke rising from those, and a part of her curly brown hair was now charred black from its previous glossy condition.
A mere five meters before us, who stood still in silence, Cardinal slowly brought her left hand up and casually brushed her burnt hair. Though hoarse, her voice still firmly filled the air.
“Wh… ew, is that all… your arts can do? No matter, how many… of those, you shoot…”
The world shook once more with that blaring roar.
A lightning attack greater than before broke out from Administrator’s rapier and mercilessly stabbed into Cardinal’s body.
Her rectangular hat blew off and was annihilated as it scattered into tiny pieces. Her small body convulsed pitifully and swayed towards the right, but managed to place her knee on the floor right as she was about to fall on her side.
“I was holding back of course, shorty.”
Administrator’s whisper rattled the scorched air as though she had somehow restrained her overflowing, wild joy.
“It would be so dull if it ended in an instant. I mean, I did wait two hundred years for this moment… didn’t I!!”
A third lightning attack.
It drew an arc and struck Cardinal from above like a whip and she was thrown down upon the floor with tremendous force. The silhouette that bounced up high crashed down once more with a dry noise and laid sideways, powerless.
Most of her velvet robe had been burnt away with numerous burn holes opened up in the white blouse and black knickers she worn inside. Burns crawled over the snow-like skin on her hands and feet like black snakes.
She pushed the end of those arms against the floor and tried to lift her body slightly.
As though ridiculing her desperate attempt to muster her strength, a new flash of lightning swiped in from the side. The adolescent figure was helplessly blown away and tumbled across the floor for several meters.
“Fu… ufufu. Fufufufu.”
In the air a distance away, Administrator apparently failed to suppress her laughter any longer.
“Fufu, aha. Ahahaha.”
The boundary between the iris and white of those specular eyes faded as a dazzling prism radiance swirled within them.
From the tip of that rapier she held up during that shrill laughter—
Shot out countless bolts of lightning in rapid succession, stubbornly stabbing in the already unmoving Cardinal. Each time her small frame bounced like a ball, everything burnt away: her clothes, her skin, her hair, every bit of her existence.
The burst of laughter from Administrator barely entered my ears; her body twisted in demonic joy and her silver hair became disheveled.
The uncontainable tears flowing from my eyes and contorting my vision blurry were definitely not due to the incessant flashes burning my eyes. The emotions raging in my chest had no other means of exit.
Lamentation at the loss of Cardinal’s life before my eyes; fury at Administrator for enjoying this merciless execution; and most importantly, anger at my powerless self for watching on without doing a thing.
I could neither raise my sword nor take any steps forward. Even it would incur the worst outcome—with Cardinal’s self-sacrifice going to waste—a voice incessantly told me to slash at Administrator with the sword in my right hand, but my body remained still as though it was petrified.
And I even knew the reason for that.
If the power of incarnation was what allowed me to break the limits with that long range Vorpal Strike that pierced Chief Elder Chudelkin, then that, too, was what turned me into a wooden doll now.
Minutes ago, I suffered a severe wound without even managing to land a hit on the sword golem with my sword when I tried. The cold sensation of the blade tearing deep into my torso had branded a strong image of defeat onto me. Fear coiled about my limbs and denied me from recalling once again the image of «The Black Swordsman» in this place.
I had no chance of victory in my current state against any integrity knight, no, even against any trainee from the Sword Mastery Academy. Let alone slashing the highest minister; there was no way I could accomplish that.
A pathetic whimper escaped from my quivering throat and reached my own ears.
Cardinal understood she had lost and accepted it, but still gallantly continued to stand; intense self-loathing filled me for accepting the loss of her life with resignation, without any attempt to save her despite it happening before my eyes.
Alice gritted her teeth on my left and Eugeo’s body trembled slightly as tears quietly flowed when I thought to check. I knew not what they felt in their hearts, but at the very least, it was evident that they were also bearing with their own lack of power.
Even if we could escape from here, just what could we accomplish with this scar carved into our hearts—?
Administrator held the rapier with the final and likely strongest bolt of lightning coursing through its blade aloft, high up, as we looked on, paralyzed.
“Now… I suppose it’s about time to put an end to this. To our game of hide-and-seek of two hundred years. Farewell, Lyceris. Farewell, my daughter… and my other self.”
With words that rang of sentimentalism exiting those lips curled with ecstasy, the highest minister swung the rapier down.
The final attack, emitted as thousands of streaks of lightning, shot at Cardinal’s body, lying on the floor, incinerating and destroying it.
The sage drifted high into the air and fell at my feet, all while her charred right leg turned into countless fragments starting from her knee. A dry noise rang out with barely any weight behind it. Black soot scattered from all over her body and dissolved in the air.
“Ufufu… ahaha… ahahahahaha! Aah-hahahahahaha!!”
Loud laughter once again poured from Administrator while she spun the sword in her right hand and twisted her body as though she was dancing.
“I see it… I see it, I see your Life flowing away, little by little!! Aah, how beautiful… each and every one of those drops dripping down looks like the finest jewels… Now, let us witness the final act. I will even allow you the time for some parting words.”
My knees crumbled and I reached my hands out towards Cardinal’s body as though obediently following those words.
The girl’s face was charred black on the right and her left eyelid was shut. However, a hint of the warmth of life, on the verge of vanishing, made itself known to my fingertips as they touched her cheek.
My two hands unconsciously carried Cardinal up and held her to my chest. My unstoppable tears trickled down onto the horrible burns, one after another.
Her eyelashes that had escaped from being burnt quivered slightly and rose. Even on the verge of death, a light of boundless compassion still filled Cardinal’s dark brown pupils.
[Don't cry, Kirito.]
Those words echoed in my consciousness through thoughts rather than sound.
[This isn't all that bad an end. I would have never believed... that I could die in this manner... in the arms of someone my heart could connect to...]
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
The words spilling from my lips hardly did any more than to stir the air. Hearing that, Cardinal showed a faint smile with her miraculously unhurt lips.
[What need... do you have... to apologize. You still... have a mission... don't you. You, with Eugeo, and... Alice too... the three of you... for this, beautiful, world... please...]
Cardinal’s voice rapidly faded away as her body became increasingly light yet again.
Alice who knelt by my side suddenly reached out with both hands and wrapped them around Cardinal’s right hand.
“We will… we will.”
Both her voice and her cheeks were utterly drenched with flowing tears.
“This life you had bestowed upon me… you may rest assured, it shall definitely serve your will.”
This time, Eugeo’s hands reached out from the other side.
The voice from Eugeo was filled with firm determination for the usual reserved and gentle partner I knew him as.
“I, too, have finally understood what I was needed for to achieve.”
Neither Alice nor I expected the words that followed; Cardinal was likely the same.
“And it’s the time now, too. I will not run. I… have a duty I must fulfill at all cost.”
- Translation – Tap