Chapter 112 ~ New Allies and the Summoning


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am Rakshata. And I’m the mother of the Guren you’ve been using.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“!!!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Gasps of disbelief resounded from Ohgi’s group and Karen, who had widened their eyes in shock as they stared at the exotic beauty who was pointing her pipe towards the crimson red knightmare standing by Excalibur’s side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The mother of the Guren… That means…


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A-Are you… the one who built the Guren…?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ohgi’s voice trembled as the realization of who the person he thought was a trespasser slowly dawned upon him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rakshata let out a sigh, blowing a plume of smoke out of her lips before smirking.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I am. Now… Who among you are the one piloting my Guren?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ohgi and his group all turned their heads towards Karen, who flinched slightly when she suddenly became the center of attention.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rakshata narrowed her eyes at the crimson-haired young woman and started approaching. Her hips, swaying and rolling naturally with every step, as the sound of heels hitting ground echoed throughout the warehouse.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she arrived before Karen, she looked at her up and down closely.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is this what you always wear when you pilot the Guren?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The unexpected question caught Karen by surprise. The clothes she was wearing was her usual outfit; a brownbinaison, made of a short and an upper part, open at her midsection, that she wore with a wool red crop top underneath. It was a practical outfit that gave her a free range of movement while also being quitefortable and keeping her cool in the Guren.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Y-Yes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She nodded nervously, wondering why the supposed “mother” of the Guren she had been piloting asked her such a question.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rakshata hummed and nced at the ck-d man standing beside Karen. His full body suit and armor clung tightly to his body, entuating every muscle definition beneath it. While it seemed tight, she didn’t notice any sort of difort when she saw him walk earlier, meaning it was made with a flexible yet resistant material, grantingfort and protection at the same time. A perfect outfit to be used by knightmare pilots.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why don’t you wear the same thing as him?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Eh? Ah…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Karen nced towards Mordred, and her eyes immediately trailed down to his chiseled chest and rock hard abs, which was perfectly entuated by his suit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She immediately moved her gaze away in a fluster, her cheeks reddening at the sight alone. Then, she began to imagine herself wearing such an outfit that would entuate every single curve in her body…


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">No no no!!! T-That would be too embarrassing!!!</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">She shook her head in embarrassment. But then, a stray thought came to mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If she were to wear such an outfit that out entuated her body line… would Mordred be interested…?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Karen never cared for her own appearance before more than what a normal person would. Her mind was preupied by the war she was fighting.


    <span style="font-weight:400">However, her body was, in reality, extremely sexy and curvaceous. She was blessed withrge breasts and wide hips, and all the exercise and physical activity she had done gave her quite the slim and tight waist,pleting her sexy figure.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If she were to entuate her body… would she be able to grab Mordred’s attention and make her see her not only as arade, but as… a woman?


    <span style="font-weight:400">The thought lingered in her mind for a moment, before she quickly shook her head in embarrassment and answered Rakshata.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“N-No! T-That’s a special outfit that only he has… I-I don’t even know where he got it from…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rakshata ignored how much of a blushing mess Karen had be and turned her attention towards Mordred.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So… by process of elimination, you must be the pilot of that knightmare, am I right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She asked, pointing at the Excalibur with her smoking pipe.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Mordred nodded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see… Well, it’s quite impressive that someone could actually pilot that infamous “Lost Masterpiece of the Devil”. I’d like to see you pilot that thing and collect some data.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You are wee to observe.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rakshata’s lips curved into a sharp smile as she narrowed her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Excellent. Oh, and you should also let met research that suit of yours. It’ll definitely improve upon the knightmare piloting suit I’ve worked on.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That would be quite… difficult. But, if you were just to collect data while I’m using it, feel free.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Mordred declined her request. After all, the suit he was wearing was the suit of armor Tatsuya developed in his world. It was filled with “magical” technology that was foreign to this world. Having a genius scientist like Rakshata examine it might cause unprecedented effects that would give birth to new technologies and weapons that would plunge this world further into war.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But, if she were to just observe its usage while he’s using it, it wouldn’t be a problem.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rakshata narrowed her eyes for a moment before letting out a sigh.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine. That would be enough for now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She pped her hands twice, and her team immediately brought out several cases and ced them on the table near them, before opening them up. And within, they could see neatly folded suits of various colors.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wear this the next time you pilot your knightmares. It’ll give you some better protection than wearing some regr clothing.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">Upon changing into his light brown military uniform, Suzaku promptly made his way to the Advanced Special Envoy Engineering Corp’s quarters without making any other detour.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Hearing the graveness in Cecile’s voice, which was normally very gentle, calming, and reassuring, was all he needed to hasten his steps and hope for the best.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Arriving before the door into his unit’s quarters, Suzaku took a deep breath and knocked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This is Private Suzaku Kururugi, reporting for duty.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come in.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">His eyes widened for a moment upon hearing a familiar, yet unfamiliar voice at the same time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He recognized the voice to belong to Lloyd, but this time… he couldn’t hear any of his usual carefree tone in his voice, which only served to further deepened his fears.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Please excuse me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The metal door opened automatically with a whirring of machine, revealing the room inside.


    <span style="font-weight:400">However, instead of the two he was expecting, he saw two other unfamiliar figures, high ranking officers, within the room as well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Eh…? What’s happening…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Private Suzaku Kururugi.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Upon hearing his name and ranking called by one of the high ranking officers, Suzaku instinctively stood at attention.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“In the name of Princess Euphemia li Britannia, the third Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire, we have been ordered to escort you to the Viceroy’s Pce. Pleasee with us post-haste.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">All eyes widened in shock, including Lloyd and Cecile’s, who were kept in the secrets by the soldiers as well up to this point.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Euphie…</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Upon hearing the name, memories of the time he unknowingly spent with the third princess of the empire he served in shed across his mind. A warm sensation filled his heart when he recalled her beautiful, brilliant smile. But he quickly snapped out of his fantasy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“M-May I ask… the reason for it…?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia asked the question Suzaku also desperately wanted the answer to but unable to ask himself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Questioning an order given to him by a higher ranking officer, who had given it in the name of a royalty, would’ve edged the line of insubordination for a britannia soldier. And if he, an honorary Britannian, did it, he would’ve been punished for questioning an order from a higher ranking officer, or perhaps, even Lese Majeste, and be jailed for it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Thankfully, Cecile, who held a simr rank in the hierarchy as the two soldiers before him, was the one who asked. It was also within her right to do so, given Suzaku was a soldier under her care.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The soldiers nced at the indigo haired beauty for a moment, nced at each other, before one answered her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The details pertaining to the order are confidential. We have the warrant to escort Private Suzaku Kururugi to the pce without question. I hope you understand.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">One of the soldiers brought out a letter with the seal of the sub viceroy, a warrant that gave them the authority to escort Suzaku to the Viceroy’s pce from his unit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And with such a thing presented to them, Lloyd and Cecile could no longer argue or even question the reason why Suzaku was summoned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Taking their silence as eptance, the officers turned towards Suzaku and gestured towards the exit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Let us make our way now, private.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I-I understand…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two soldiers nked Suzaku’s side and left the room with their escortee in tow, leaving Lloyd and Cecile in silence and shock.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What would they do to him…?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cecile mumbled worriedly as she looked off into the direction Suzaku just existed from.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I sincerely hope it’s nothing. Truly. Else, it’ll be a pain to get someone with that high of an aptitude to pilot the Lancelot…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cecile narrowed her eyes at Lloyd.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you not worried for him?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Lloyd nced at her for a moment before letting out a sigh.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... What else can we do? They had a warrant. Unless we want to be charged with insubordination and Lese Majeste, there’s nothing we can do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But still…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">A deep sigh escaped the lips of the tired scientist as he leaned back onto the couch and looked up onto the ceiling.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“At least it’s the third princess… If it’s her, I don’t think he’ll be… in too much trouble. If any…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I hope so…”