Chapter 87 ~ The Mountains of Narita
<span style="font-weight:400">Awed gasps and sighs resounded within the ck Knight’s hiddenpound as updated sgows, called Burais, lined up before them.
<span style="font-weight:400">Knightmares from the Six Houses of Kyoto had finally arrived just in time, right before their nned operation in the mountains of Narita.
<span style="font-weight:400">Although most of them were nothing special, especially whenpared to the “Excalibur”, the number alone was enough to light a hope in their hearts and lift up their morale for the uing operation.
<span style="font-weight:400">But soon, they discovered one knightmare that stood out amongst the others.
<span style="font-weight:400">Unlike the Burais, one stood out as beingpletely Japanese made. A crimson knightmare with arge, wed, metal arm stood in all its glory before them.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is… amazing…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Karen stood in front of the crimson knightmare with eyes wide in awe. And around her were Mordred, Silver, Ainz, Ohgi, and a few other members of the ck Knights.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It really is… Alright, now that you’ve got your own knightmare, you should practice with this one instead of mine, alright?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mordred” looked at her with a smirk, or at least that’s how he sounded. Karen couldn’t actually see the face beyond the mask, but she knew that’s what he’s doing behind it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-What do you mean? Why are you saying it’s mine? It’s obviously going to be Zero’s. He’s ourmander.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Ohgi, who had snapped out of his daze staring at the Guren, also looked towards Mordred in confusion, wondering the same thing as Karen.
<span style="font-weight:400">But Mordred shook his head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s ourmander, but he’s not the best pilot. And this Guren MK.II would be one of our greatest weapons. Rather than him using it for no reason, I’m sure he’ll want you, our best knightmare pilot, to pilot it. Well, the best pilot after me, that is.”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">Karen reflexively wanted to hit his arm, just like how she’d usually do when he joked around like that. But she was so shocked by his words that her entire body froze.
<span style="font-weight:400">And soon, hope and excitement filled her heart.
<span style="font-weight:400">She looked back towards the crimson knightmare, and stared at it for a few moments.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Guren MK.II. Along with the “Excalibur”, the Guren was one of the ck Knight’s greatest weapons. And along with it, a heavy responsibility would fall upon its pilot. They would be the one to be the tip of the spear of their operations. The one who will bring the ck Knights victory. The one who will help turn the wishes and dreams of everyone in the ck Knights into a reality.
<span style="font-weight:400">Such heavy responsibility… Would she be able to carry it?
<span style="font-weight:400">After all, she wasn’t as strong or as skilled as Mordred. Would she be able to carry the hopes and dreams of everyone around her…?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well then, I’ll be going around checking stuff and helping the others. Call me when you’ve got the key from Zero, okay? I’ll help you set it up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Mordred patted Karen on her shoulder and walked away, followed by Ainz and Silver, who would also be busy setting up the new knightmare frames and preparing for the operation. And finally, Ohgi also left soon after, leaving Karen behind as she stared at the Guren.
<span style="font-weight:400">An unknown time has passed since Karen was left alone with the Guren. And as Mordred said before, Zero dide to her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It seems like “Mordred” had said something that bothered you again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah! Z-Zero…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Snapped out of her daze, Karen quickly turned towards the source of the voice and addressed the mysterious, masked leader of the ck Knights.
<span style="font-weight:400">“N-No… Well… Perhaps… What’s wrong…?”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">She heard a snorting from him, but her mind was too filled with Mordred’s words to even register it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Everyone here is treating it like a party. Like children getting their Christmas present early. I’d rather them be a bit more serious. That said… You, however, seem too nervous. What’s wrong? The Kyoto houses are just sending us as “reinforcements”.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Y-Yes, No… Nothing’s wrong. I’m… just d that we are included as reinforcements to help the Japan Liberation Front…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re mistaken, Karen. This is just a test.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Even so, it’s amazing to see how far we’ve gotten.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...How positive.”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">Then, Zero threw her a red and white, feather-shaped knightmare key device.
<span style="font-weight:400">“T-This is…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The Guren MK.II is yours, Karen. You will be its pilot from now on.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“M-Me? But-”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“Enough. I’m sure Mordred has told you my reasoning. You will be our ace pilot, along with him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...Yes. I understand.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Karen epted, and she immediately thought of practicing with Mordred again to improve her skills and get used to piloting the Guren.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, Zero. Do you have a moment?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Just then, Ohgi came and called out for Zero with a binder of documents in his hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A Britannian just sent us a request to join our ranks. I’m afraid it’s a trap… It’s too dangerous to contact him directly, but ignoring it would be wasting a chance to gain inside information. What should we do…?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Zero looked at the information of said Britannian, and as he expected, it was the one called Diethard Ried. A future loyalist of Zero, or rather, the Zero who wreaks chaos onto the stagnant Britannian Aristocracy. He was very useful in spying and espionage, having helped the ck Knights gain information from Britannia as well as something simr to being the head of public rtions in the future.
<span style="font-weight:400">Although he defected to Schenizel’s side in the end, Lelouch still nned on using him as long as he could.
<span style="font-weight:400">“...We’ll shelf this matter forter. But now… how about we take a hike to the mountains of Narita this weekend.”
<span style="font-weight:400">““...!””<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">The time had finallye.
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<span style="font-weight:400">Hiking up a mountain was a healthy hobby and a pleasant pastime many people enjoy, especially those with a love for nature.
<span style="font-weight:400">There was no denying the fact that hiking was a physically demanding sport and hobby, and not everyone could sessfully reach their goal even if they wanted to. However, to disconnect oneself from the hustle and bustle of the city and simply enjoy mother nature in all its glory was in of itself was reward enough for all the energy, time, and effort they spent.
<span style="font-weight:400">And if they managed to reach the top, they would be rewarded by a magnificent, beautiful sight from atop the mountain.
<span style="font-weight:400">Unfortunately for the members of the ck Knights, they won’t get to enjoy such a pleasant pastime.
<span style="font-weight:400">The mountains they were on were no longer lush with nature, and they’re simply moving throughrger clearing of rocks andnd aboard their Burai type knightmare frames and massive wheeled containers dragged by the knightmares.
<span style="font-weight:400">Karen sat upon the opened cockpit of the Guren while it moved, doing her final checks on her knightmare frame with arge manual book about the Guren and also asionally ncing at Mordred, who was on his Excalibur.
<span style="font-weight:400">The ck and crimson knightmare strode with dignity and pride as its owner stood upon it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Karen was enamored by the sight of it for a moment before she noticed where Morderd was staring at.
<span style="font-weight:400">He was staring out towards the city of Narita that was below him.
<span style="font-weight:400">The once beautiful mountain-side city… now a remnant of its former self. It was deserted, sparsely filled by “eleven” refugees and remnants of a broken resistance group that had nowhere else to go, hiding within its broken buildings.
<span style="font-weight:400">The once beautiful mountain, lush with trees and nature, had now been turned into a military fortress by the Japan Liberation Forces. While in the city, Britannian soldiers lurked in every corner and the army surrounded the mountain, establishing a war front at the foot of the mountain.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was a heartbreaking sight… One that made her heart tremble with rage and frustration, and determination to stop this war once and for all.
<span style="font-weight:400">But then, when she snapped out of her daze, she noticed Mordred looking at her silently.
<span style="font-weight:400">“...What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She spoke through themunication line they’ve established between their knightmare frames.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Karen, what do you usually do during your off time?”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“...Huh? What’s this all of a sudden?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Karen looked at him with a confused look.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just trying to make small talk. I notice you’re shaking in your boots from how nervous you are.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He said teasingly, and without even having to see the face behind the mask, Karen knew she was smirking.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I-I’m not! Well, n-not that much.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Karen immediately looked at him with a fierce re, like a cat who had its tail stepped on. But the blush that stemmed from her embarrassment was impossible to hide.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s normal to feel that nervous when you’re given such an important and critical job. But you’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...Gee, thanks, asshole.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She snorted and averted her face from him. But… though annoying, he did help her calm down a bit. Not that she’ll actually admit it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So? What do you usually do?”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“...Not much, I guess.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? Oh, are your hobbies embarrassing? I won’t judge.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s not it, you asshole! I just do normal things! Like… maybe watching some movies, reading some books, studying, stuff like that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hm… You sound like a pretty boring person.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her left eye twitched in annoyance as she red at him and gritted her teeth. Mordred was extremely skilled in getting under her skin.
<span style="font-weight:400">That said… she can’t actually deny his words. After all, she didn’t have any time to cultivate any hobbies because she had always been busy with the resistance group. Perhaps, if she lived like a regr girl, she’ll have some normal hobbies like other girls her age.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then how about you, bastard? I bet you don’t have any hobbies too, right?”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“Me? I enjoy cooking.”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">Karen’s head immediately turned towards him and looked at him with eyes wide as saucers and mouth agape like a gaping fish mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">Mordred? Cooking? Heh… What kind of joke is this?
<span style="font-weight:400">Was he trying to tell her a joke to calm her down? No… There’s no way right? There’s no way he’d tell such an unbelievable joke.
<span style="font-weight:400">But it couldn’t be real either… Right?
<span style="font-weight:400">Karen tried to imagine Mordred cooking… Him, still in his full skin-tight body suit armor and a mask, wearing a cute pinkce apron, cooking miso soup in the kitchen…
<span style="font-weight:400">No… That looked so out of ce… It’s as if she’s looking at a fish wearing a skirt. That’s simply impossible…
<span style="font-weight:400">“...You’re lying. That’s impossible.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? No, I’m not.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Y-You’re definitely lying! There’s no way you can cook!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...I feel like I should be offended by that. Oh well. You can ask just Zero, Silver, or Ainz after this operation. I’ve cooked for them before.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">Karen stayed there frozen, still looking at him with an incredulous look in disbelief.
<span style="font-weight:400">How… How could this person, who seemed like a masked reaper that would destroy anyone and anything in his path with or without his knightmare, be able to cook?!
<span style="font-weight:400">The disparity between the two was so uncanny that she might not believe it even with evidence before her eyes.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">He must be chatting out of his ass, right…?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t trust him in the least, but Mordred’s confidence made her waver a bit. And before she could ask him to prove it they’ve finally arrived, and everyone became busy once again as they began cing electrodes through the mountain and into the water reserves.
<span style="font-weight:400">A few moments after they finished their preparation, Zero returned and met with Ohgi.
<span style="font-weight:400">“H-Hey, are we really doing this?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Ohgi turned towards Zero and asked with a trembling voice. A clear sign of nervousness and anxiety.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The enemy is Cornelia. Even within Britannia, her army was a force to be reckoned with.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I know… That’s why we’re cooperating with the Japan Liberation Front.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What was that? Ohgi, am I that untrustworthy?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you saying? I requested for you to be our leader because I trust you!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There you have it… You have the answer…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...Right.”
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Viceroy. It is time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">A voice from a speaker built into the knightmare frame resounded within the cockpit, and the lips of the woman sitting within it curled up into a thin smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">Cornelia Li Britannia. A royal princess of the Britannian royal family, half sister of Lelouch, andmander of one of the most powerful armies in the Britannian empire. She was an exceedingly beautiful woman with long fuschia hair,vender purple eyes, luscious pink lips, and donning her wine-red purple royal military uniform.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right. Commence operation!!!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her hands reached for the control sticks of her knightmare, and immediatelyunched with her wind-red purple knightmare frame, her very own and famous customized Gloucester.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The Japan Liberation Front. You, who time has left behind. You, who have forgotten basic human kindness. Now you and your dream of a great nation shall fall and rot to nothingness.”
<span style="font-weight:400">And as Cornelia raced on with her knightmare, tens of Britannian knightmare frames that appeared from within train containers, raced through the empty streets of Narita, and dropped by tens of carrier nes moved to surround the mountain, the base of the Japan Liberation Front.
<span style="font-weight:400">Instantly, the radar within the Japan Liberation Front’s headquarters red with warning as more than a hundred of enemies suddenly appeared and surrounded them all of a sudden.
<span style="font-weight:400">“An enemy attack?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Tatewaki Katase, the Major General of the Japanese Military and leader of the Japan Liberation Front, quickly came to themand center of his base. And immediately upon arrival, a subordinate of his saluted and reported him of the dire situation.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The Britannian forces have the Narita mountains entirely encircled! We’ve already counted over 100 units!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Then, reports from other ground units beganing to him, informing him further about the sheer gravity of the situation.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We’repletely surrounded. Even our underground reserve forces were captured all at once!”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“Major General Katase, we’ve received a message from Cornelia’s forces to surrender!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You fool! If we fall here, Japan’s resistance movement dies with us!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The Major General replied with a voice filled with anger and frustration.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then… Do we shoot back or use the entrenchment n…?”
<span style="font-weight:400">One of his officers asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tohdoh… What about Tohdoh? Where is he?!”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s gone to Kyoto to get the Burai Customs!”
<span style="font-weight:400">An officer answered, and another one added.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The four holy swords are traveling with him as well!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If they’re on schedule, they should be returning soon. But…”
<span style="font-weight:400">The Major General thought for a moment, before issuing his decision.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tohdoh won’t make it in time… Prepare to send out the Burais! We’ll break the encirclement on one side and evacuate! Show them the pride and spirit of the Japanese! This is our moment of truth!”
<span style="font-weight:400">““YES!!!””