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Authors: Kazuma Kamachi
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been created as a political tool.
The Church was the oil they had created to lubricate the giant cogs of the royal family and the knights under its command.
But right now, the relationship between the Puritans and the royal family and knights was being undermined by the Puritan chain of command.
Nobody appreciated the fact that their actions were being restricted by something created to be a tool.
Actually, though, with the Knight Leader and Queen Regnant as their masters, the knights would not only cut corners when carrying out the Archbishop’s orders—in severe cases, they’d outright spurn them.
Their answer to their current mandate, to support the rescue operation of the
Book of the Law
and Orsola Aquinas, had been simple: All members of Amakusa should be killed.
They had no obligation to put their lives on the line for an order from someone who didn’t acknowledge them—the Archbishop.
They didn’t take their religious and ethical relationships with the Roman Orthodox Church or Amakusa even slightly into consideration.
It wouldn’t affect England’s national interests in the least if Amakusa were to disappear.
It would be easy to kill them. The skills of the knights—the many works passed down through legend by the Murder Crusaders, who buried multitudes of heretics during the Crusades—were powerful enough to wipe a small island off the map.
A sect on a far eastern island nation, they could destroy within a day.
And they wouldn’t care what happened to the possible hostage, Orsola, in the process.
The English Puritan Church didn’t actually have any interest inthe contents of the
Book of the Law
. They were already recorded in the prohibited Index’s memories, so they just needed to leave it to her. Whether Orsola lived or died, it wouldn’t damage English interests. The Roman Orthodoxy might cause a fuss about it, but the chore of suppressing that would fall to the Archbishop.
The Archbishop had warned them to be careful of what action Kaori Kanzaki, former leader of Amakusa, might take, but the knights were far from taking that piece of advice to heart. If Kaori Kanzaki came upon them, blinded with rage over Amakusa being annihilated, they would just make her into a bloodstain on the wall as well.
Or they would have .
But all those plans went awry in just three seconds.
Once the knights had broken the surface and climbed atop the tetrapods…
…
it
appeared from below and pierced through them.
Bang! Boom!!
The many tetrapods, each weighing more than a ton, blew away like a volcano had erupted. The knights on them, having also been thrown upward, recovered their balance in midair and scanned the surface below to look for a landing point.
At ground zero—the center of where the twenty-one knights and vastly numerous tetrapods had gone flying—was a lone girl.
She had long black hair tied in the back, white skin covered in lithe muscles, a squeezed short-sleeved T-shirt, jeans with one leg cut off, western boots, and a katana more than two meters long called “Seven Heavens, Seven Blades” resting on the leather belt at her waist.
Kaori Kanzaki.
She didn’t speak. She began her attack on the twenty-one airborne knights without a word.
It was a simple thing she was doing. She would attack each of the twenty-one knights, one at a time, who were floating without footing and unable to move. Not by using her sword to slash, either—but by politely bashing them with its sheath.
But she was so desperately fast. Too fast.
The knights hadn’t actually been in the air for one second yet. But they all immediately felt like they had been frozen in midair. That was how fast Kanzaki’s movements were. It was like time had stopped, and she alone was moving through it freely.
If someone had been observing time properly, it would have looked like an invisible storm erupting from ground zero.
Each knight that took a hit from the scabbard crashed into the ground, sank into the cliff face,
The Church was the oil they had created to lubricate the giant cogs of the royal family and the knights under its command.
But right now, the relationship between the Puritans and the royal family and knights was being undermined by the Puritan chain of command.
Nobody appreciated the fact that their actions were being restricted by something created to be a tool.
Actually, though, with the Knight Leader and Queen Regnant as their masters, the knights would not only cut corners when carrying out the Archbishop’s orders—in severe cases, they’d outright spurn them.
Their answer to their current mandate, to support the rescue operation of the
Book of the Law
and Orsola Aquinas, had been simple: All members of Amakusa should be killed.
They had no obligation to put their lives on the line for an order from someone who didn’t acknowledge them—the Archbishop.
They didn’t take their religious and ethical relationships with the Roman Orthodox Church or Amakusa even slightly into consideration.
It wouldn’t affect England’s national interests in the least if Amakusa were to disappear.
It would be easy to kill them. The skills of the knights—the many works passed down through legend by the Murder Crusaders, who buried multitudes of heretics during the Crusades—were powerful enough to wipe a small island off the map.
A sect on a far eastern island nation, they could destroy within a day.
And they wouldn’t care what happened to the possible hostage, Orsola, in the process.
The English Puritan Church didn’t actually have any interest inthe contents of the
Book of the Law
. They were already recorded in the prohibited Index’s memories, so they just needed to leave it to her. Whether Orsola lived or died, it wouldn’t damage English interests. The Roman Orthodoxy might cause a fuss about it, but the chore of suppressing that would fall to the Archbishop.
The Archbishop had warned them to be careful of what action Kaori Kanzaki, former leader of Amakusa, might take, but the knights were far from taking that piece of advice to heart. If Kaori Kanzaki came upon them, blinded with rage over Amakusa being annihilated, they would just make her into a bloodstain on the wall as well.
Or they would have .
But all those plans went awry in just three seconds.
Once the knights had broken the surface and climbed atop the tetrapods…
…
it
appeared from below and pierced through them.
Bang! Boom!!
The many tetrapods, each weighing more than a ton, blew away like a volcano had erupted. The knights on them, having also been thrown upward, recovered their balance in midair and scanned the surface below to look for a landing point.
At ground zero—the center of where the twenty-one knights and vastly numerous tetrapods had gone flying—was a lone girl.
She had long black hair tied in the back, white skin covered in lithe muscles, a squeezed short-sleeved T-shirt, jeans with one leg cut off, western boots, and a katana more than two meters long called “Seven Heavens, Seven Blades” resting on the leather belt at her waist.
Kaori Kanzaki.
She didn’t speak. She began her attack on the twenty-one airborne knights without a word.
It was a simple thing she was doing. She would attack each of the twenty-one knights, one at a time, who were floating without footing and unable to move. Not by using her sword to slash, either—but by politely bashing them with its sheath.
But she was so desperately fast. Too fast.
The knights hadn’t actually been in the air for one second yet. But they all immediately felt like they had been frozen in midair. That was how fast Kanzaki’s movements were. It was like time had stopped, and she alone was moving through it freely.
If someone had been observing time properly, it would have looked like an invisible storm erupting from ground zero.
Each knight that took a hit from the scabbard crashed into the ground, sank into the cliff face,
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