Accel World - Volume 17 - Chapter 1

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“You absolutely cannot say a single word.”

“You absolutely have to be quiet right up to the end.”

“You absolutely must stay quiet.”

“You absolutely cannot get mad no matter what happens.”

Haruyuki had received these detailed instructions from his Legion head and its three executive members, but still, the instant he saw a certain someone, he had to fight the powerful urge to leap up, grab his collar, and send a right straight punch slamming into the other avatar’s face with all the power of his body behind it.

Sunday, July 7, 2047: The year’s third meeting of the Seven Kings opened with Cobalt Blade and Manganese Blade of the Blue Legion starting the match for the rest of them to attend, just as it had the previous two times.

From the Leonids, the attendance included the Blue King, “Vanquish” Blue Knight, and these two, his close warrior aides. From the Green Legion, Great Wall, there was the Green King, “Invulnerable” Green Grandé, and his lieutenant, Iron Pound. From the Purple Legion, Aurora Oval, there was the Purple King, “Empress Voltage” Purple Thorn, and her deputy, Aster Vine. From the Yellow Legion, Crypt Cosmic Circus, there was the Yellow King, “Radioactive Disturber” Yellow Radio, and a small F-type avatar Haruyuki had never seen before. From the Red Legion, Prominence, there was the Red King, the “Immobile Fortress” Scarlet Rain, and her deputy, Blood Leopard. From the Black Legion, there was the Black King, “World End” Black Lotus, her deputy, Sky Raker, a bonus Silver Crow, and one other person. And then from the White Legion, Oscillatory Universe, there was Ivory Tower, the full proxy of the White King, “Transient Eternity” White Cosmos.

Haruyuki himself had never directly exchanged words with the sorcerer-like Ivory Tower. He’d only ever heard his voice a scant few times at the previous meetings. Regardless, the instant that the excessively thin silhouette of that avatar appeared soundlessly in the meeting venue, he burned with an overwhelming rage at his very core, and he couldn’t stop himself from clenching his hands into tight fists.

Because it was clear to him now that Ivory Tower was a high-ranking member of the Acceleration Research Society, the group he’d been fighting for three months that had done so much to sow malice and chaos in the Accelerated World.

Seven days earlier, Haruyuki had discovered the terrifying truth: The Acceleration Research Society lay within the White Legion. The majority of the Legion members were probably completely unaware of this, but given that Ivory Tower was ranked highly enough to be here as the king’s proxy, there was no way he couldn’t be aware of the dark reality.

At the first meeting of the Seven Kings on June 16, when they had discussed the matter of the Acceleration Research Society’s Black Vise and Rust Jigsaw interfering in the Hermes’ Cord race, Ivory Tower had, with a straight face, voiced the doubt, “Who on earth is this Burst Linker who released the Incarnate in the middle of an event and pulled even the Gallery into the Space Corrosion, and what is their objective?”

Haruyuki knew now the massive deceit that colored that declaration. Because Ivory Tower had to have known only too well both Rust Jigsaw’s name and the objective of that attack. And yet he had so magnificently feigned innocence; perhaps Haruyuki should instead admire the nerve that it took to lie. In fact, this very moment once again proved that Ivory Tower was not in possession of anything less than exceptional mental strength.

The White King, White Cosmos, had to have told the executive members Black Vise, Argon Array, and Ivory Tower that she had made it clear to each member of the Black Legion that she was the leader of the Acceleration Research Society. Which meant that Ivory Tower had to have known that his own secret had been exposed to Haruyuki and his comrades, and yet he continued to sit calmly in one of the seven chairs.

As usual, the duel avatar’s sense of presence was weak, and Haruyuki felt not a hint of nervousness or mental perturbation coming from him. In fact, Haruyuki couldn’t sense anything of the consciousness or thoughts of the real-life Burst Linker that should have lived within the avatar. He was almost like a human-shaped Enemy or a sculpture made of marble.

“Looks like we’re all here, so how about we get started?”

The affable voice of Blue Knight made Haruyuki shiver. Next to him, Fuko touched Silver Crow’s fingers lightly. He felt like he could hear his master’s voice telling him Calm down, and in his heart he replied, Okay. Because, unfortunately, they couldn’t censure Ivory Tower or the White Legion here now.

Kuroyukihime had reported the following three points to the kings in advance: The Archangel Metatron guarding Midtown Tower had been crushed using the anti-laser ability Silver Crow had acquired; the ISS kit main body on the forty-fifth floor of Midtown Tower had been destroyed; and with the destruction of the main body, all kit terminals had at present been rendered powerless.

All of which was to say, she had not mentioned a word about the other fight that had taken place at the girls’ school, which they presumed was also the White Legion’s headquarters. The reason for that, of course, was they didn’t have a shred of evidence that the White Legion was actually a front for the Acceleration Research Society. If they weren’t careful, they could end up on the stand instead and be slapped with a penalty for slander.

We’re going to get them by the tail at some point. We just have to hang on until then, Haruyuki told himself, while on the opposite side of the circular meeting space, the Blue King stood up, his armor clanking.

“First of all, how about we hear the investigation reports from each Legion? …Actually, maybe I should put it like this instead: Has there been any confirmation of a Burst Linker still able to use the ISS kit this past week?”

No one raised a hand. This was only natural, given that Kuroyukihime, Fuko, Akira, and Utai had smashed the kit main body after a fierce battle, but even so, Haruyuki let out a sigh of relief beneath his goggles.

The Blue King nodded slowly and then softened his tone slightly. “Then there’s no need to hear individual reports. The eyeballs—the ISS kits—all disappeared when the main body was destroyed; there’s not a single one left now. I would like to say one thing to the Black King, however. She went on a special mission to Midtown Tower without telling us; although, well, it’s not like this is the first time Lotus has acted arbitrarily on her own authority.”

“I’m surprised you would say that, Vanquish.” Kuroyukihime spread her arms lightly, seated on her impromptu seat. “At the previous meeting, we agreed that Silver Crow would obtain the Theoretical Mirror ability and use that power to defend against the laser of Archangel Metatron. Or at least, that’s what I thought. I hadn’t heard we required your approval for the actual mission.”

“True—no one said you did.” The Blue King smiled wryly. “But normally, a person wouldn’t think of going up against that monster with six or seven people.”

“She was just greedy and wanted to stand out,” the Purple King interjected in a thorny tone. “She thought that if they managed to defeat that monstrosity all by themselves, her Legion would be all the more highly valued, and they could have the Burst Points and drops all to themselves.”

“Heh-heh! It’s true that there’s no precedent for defeating that thing outside of a Hell stage, right?” the Yellow King interjected. “It probably dropped a mighty fine item, hmm?”

“Prooollllyyy!” the small girl-type avatar on standby behind him said, her enunciation unclear. Her posture was unstable because she was sitting on top of a gaudy-colored ball. With her lemon-yellow leotard armor, plus the triangular hat and its large pom-poms, her duel avatar’s motif seemed to be a circus girl on a balancing ball.

Haruyuki was outraged at the contempt they displayed for his swordmaster, but not so much that he forgot himself and shouted a rebuttal. Half his mind was consumed by another concern.

“Um, could you all please not say monster and monstrosity and thing, though?” he thought desperately at the kings.

A female voice, pure as a heavenly chime and cool like a blizzard in Hades, echoed inside his head. “It seems that the blue one, the purple one, and the yellow one do not value their lives.”

The owner of the voice was the “other person” in their meeting contingent. The small icon riding on Haruyuki’s left shoulder was about five centimeters long, with a spindle-shaped body, thin ring, and a single pair of wings—the topic of conversation herself, the Legend-class Enemy, one of the Four Divines, Archangel Metatron.

“My servant, Silver Crow. Strike those insolent beings down immediately.”

“D—” He very nearly spoke out loud before switching to neurospeak and yelling, “D-d-don’t ask the impossible! Those people are superstrong!”

“You say they are strong, but that is, at best, strong on the level of you little warriors.”

“W-well, I am one of them…”

“Aah, how vexing. If I had my original power back, I could burn them to ash in an instant.”

“That would turn the Accelerated World into a warring state! So stop it!!”

Even as this cold-sweat-inducing conversation took place in his mind, Haruyuki felt a hazy warmth deep in his heart at the exchange with Metatron, the first in a few days.

It had already been a week since the fierce battle with the Acceleration Research Society at Tokyo Midtown Tower and the girls’ school in Minato Ward. Thanks to the guidance of a mysterious voice that said it was “somethingterasu,” he had managed to revive Metatron, thought to have disappeared protecting Haruyuki from the Armor of Catastrophe, Mark II’s final, most powerful attack. But because she had pushed herself to her limit to transform herself into light energy in order to counteract Mark II’s immense nihilistic power, she had lost essentially her full battle power. It was all she could do now to manifest as a tiny 3-D icon, and she couldn’t appear unless Haruyuki established the link from his side. He had called her to this meeting because he wanted her to see the kings—and Ivory Tower in particular.

Currently, Metatron’s actual self as an Enemy existed in her first form in the deepest level of the massive labyrinth beneath Shiba Park in the Unlimited Neutral Field, also known as the Contrary Cathedral. Metatron’s real body was her second form, with her massive first form apparently being something like an Enhanced Armament with automatic battle functions. The latter was still easily able to greet with fire any Burst Linkers that challenged the dungeon to confront her, the last boss. However, if they managed to clear the secret requirement of defeating her first form outside of a Hell stage, they would next have to fight Metatron’s true form.

In her current state, having lost the majority of her power, she said she wouldn’t be able to fight much beyond her first form. Which meant that the terrible damage from the battle at the girls’ academy had been deep enough to cut through to even her main body.

When they died, Enemies regenerated with the Change. But the regenerated Enemy was at best a different individual of the same species; it was thought that the memories from their previous life were not passed on. The Metatron that had eight thousand years of continuous thought, referred to herself as a Being, and created a bond with Haruyuki would have been completely extinguished.

It was very close to impossible to defeat her first form without taking advantage of the weakening effect the Hell stage had on her. And now that the Arc, The Luminary—the treasure at the end of the Contrary Cathedral—was gone, he couldn’t believe any Burst Linkers were heading in to take on that challenge anyway.

But the possibility was not zero. Haruyuki himself had proved the week before that it was possible to defeat her first form outside of a Hell stage as long as you had some method of reflecting the massive laser Trisagion. And that fact was also known to at least the kings and their executives gathered there today.

Of course, he would never tell the other Legions the requirements to make Metatron’s main body appear. He’d also asked the Red Legion’s Niko and Pard, who had both fought alongside them in the battle that day, to keep this a secret. But the high rankers were also veteran gamers at the same time as they were strong warriors. It wouldn’t surprise him if some among them managed to figure out that something might happen if they defeated Metatron’s first form outside the Hell stage.

Right. The Acceleration Research Society might know about those requisites to produce the second form of Metatron, given that they tamed her first form with the power of The Luminary and dragged her out of the dungeon. There was the possibility that they would try to tame her again to use her, or even defeat her while she was in a tamed state.

We have to hurry and do something. It’ll be too late after Metatron vanishes. This time, I’ll protect her. I will…Absolutely.

Perhaps sensing Haruyuki’s feelings, the icon on his shoulder stopped flapping its wings to express its indignation. “You, a servant, dares to fear for my own self? You might as well have been born yesterday.”

The voice that echoed in his mind was curt as always, but it was missing the thorny edge.

“It’s only natural for a servant to worry about his master,” he retorted immediately, feeling embarrassed that she had read his mind.

“Your manner of speaking is impertinent.”

Even while they were having this conversation, the Seven Kings continued their discussion in the meeting venue.

“Either way, there’s no doubt that the ISS kit outbreak was cut short on the verge of a pandemic thanks to the distinguished service of Negabu,” the Blue King said. “I think we can all agree on this.”

“Although that doesn’t erase the betrayal of three years ago,” the Purple King assented while also offering a warning, and the tension in the venue eased the slightest bit. The Yellow King also appeared to have no further interest in jeers.

The Green King was silent as always, practically a large rock in a chair, while the Red King, who knew the truth about the whole situation, had her arms crossed in front of her as if to say she had no intention of making any unnecessary statements.

Just when Haruyuki thought the debate over the ISS kits was done, the ivory-colored avatar sitting silently in the front stood slowly and raised his right hand. “Um, may I speak?”

The tone of the full proxy of the White King, Ivory Tower, was lazy. His voice was essentially featureless, communicating nothing but the fact that he was probably male. When the Blue King nodded, he continued, slowly turning the tapered tower of his head.

“I understand that the ISS kit main body at Tokyo Midtown Tower was destroyed by the Black King, and all the kit terminals have now been rendered inactive. But there is nothing to celebrate here. What kind of measures shall we take for the ones pulling the strings behind these incidents, the Acceleration Study Group—er, no, Research Society, wasn’t it?”

Haruyuki was forced to use every spare bit of his mental energy to control himself once more. How can you say that?! He at least managed to calm himself down somewhat by shouting in his mind. A moment later, he asked Fuko quietly, “What exactly is he planning?”

Fuko, too, was aware that Ivory Tower was almost certainly an ally of the ARS. “Perhaps a challenge to us,” she murmured, still facing forward, so quietly he could just barely hear her. “I think he’s trying to make us call out the White Legion and then use that against us.”

“Like demand proof? Ugh, I wish we had some definitive evidence we could just slap down right now.”

“When the White King interrupted our meeting, I thought about using a replay card to record it, but unfortunately, she was in a dummy avatar. And it would’ve been difficult to get a card out of storage without her noticing.”

A replay card was a card item for recording video. The memory of how the Yellow King had used one to upset Kuroyukihime during the fifth Chrome Disaster incident six months earlier was still fresh, but not only had Haruyuki himself never used one, he didn’t even know how to get one.

“Um, how do you get a replay card?” he asked, even more quietly.

“At the shop, of course.” Fuko smiled faintly.

“Oh! R-right.”

“But you are forbidden from entering any shop for the time being, Corvus.”

“R-right…”

In the Unlimited Neutral Field (aka the Mean Level), the shop was a place that sold items…apparently. Given that Haruyuki’s hobby was going around to retro game shops, he was immensely curious about this shop. But Kuroyukihime and Fuko reasoned that he would clearly spend needless points there and had forbidden him from entering one. And given that he had once nearly used up all his points carelessly leveling up, he couldn’t say their concern was unwarranted.

“If this ‘shop’ you are prattling on about is the item vendor that exists in the Mean Level, I’d do the utmost to stay away,” Metatron’s voice echoed in his mind. “I have never visited one.”

“Huh…Wh-why not?”

“Because that is another device to classify you little warriors.”

“To classify…us…?” Haruyuki longed to one day go to this shop he’d still never even seen and buy all the treats he expected were inside, so Metatron’s words surprised and puzzled him. But the icon on his shoulder fell silent, so with no other choice, he turned his focus back to the kings’ conversation.

“Now listen, just because you’re a proxy, don’t talk like this has nothing to do with you,” the Purple King snapped in response to Ivory Tower’s question, slamming the butt of her staff—The Tempest, one of the Seven Arcs—loudly against the floor of the stage. She continued to speak, her voice as sharply edged as her name of Thorn. “To begin with, the ISS kit main body was found in Tokyo Midtown, and that is within Oscillatory territory. In which case, shouldn’t you have done something about it in the first place? And yet you left the reconnaissance to GW and the attack to Negabu. And now, on top of that, you intend to have us take care of this Acceleration Research Society or whoever they are?”

The King Purple Thorn was the most antagonistic toward Black Lotus, but at this moment at least, Haruyuki couldn’t help himself from cheering her on, internally shouting for her to keep telling the ivory avatar off.

It was only natural that the White King did not try to get on board with the Midtown Tower attack. Because the very person who had set the ISS kit main body in that place and captured Metatron’s first form for guard duty was the White King herself.

But there was no way that Ivory Tower was going to tell them that. Haruyuki focused his gaze on the mage, wondering exactly how he would dodge the Purple King’s questioning. If he revealed a single weakness, Kuroyukihime would immediately take to the offensive.

When he did speak again, finally, it was, however, in the same unhurried tone. “That’s all fine and good to say, but this did take place in the Unlimited Neutral Field, where we cannot see the area borders. Unlike Aurora Oval, we do not assert our right to rule in the Unlimited Neutral Field. In fact, we have not interfered in any way in the activities of Great Wall or Nega Nebulus within the Minato Area, yes?”

“That just means you haven’t done anything. And the reason we prohibit unauthorized entry into our area in the Unlimited Neutral Field is because so many idiots frequent the many high-class shops in Ginza until their point balance is tottering on the edge, and then they get caught by an Enemy on their way home and end up in total point loss.”

“So you’re saying to enter at your own risk? Overprotection is an obstruction to the growth of the younger ones. We want you to understand that doing nothing is also a contribution, Purple King.”

Ivory Tower was disdainful, and deputy Aster Vine standing by behind Purple Thorn took a step forward, reddish-purple armor reminiscent of a military uniform clanging.

“You would mock us?! You’re the one who asked what we should do about the Acceleration Research Society. So in that case, how about instead of being all slippery and evasive, you actually offer up a constructive solution?!”

“I would love it if I could. Unfortunately, I don’t have any information on this Acceleration Research Society or what have you, so there is no way for me to offer anything in the way of a solution.”

Shameless. Haruyuki also considered jumping out in front of Ivory and giving him a piece of his mind, but he resisted the urge, telling himself that this was probably exactly what Ivory wanted.

Blue Knight shook his head in exasperation at the bickering; there had long been issues between the White and Purple Legions, simply because of the proximity of their territories. Meanwhile, Yellow Radio sneered, and Niko and Kuroyukihime watched wordlessly.

The voice that broke the heavy, tense silence could only be heard by Haruyuki.

“That little warrior…is strange somehow,” the 3-D icon on his shoulder murmured.

“Strange?” he replied in his thoughts as he glanced over at Aster and Ivory. “Which one?”

“The white one. Despite the fact that his battle power is numerically much lower than that of the blue or the purple warriors, the amount of information alone is extremely large…”

“Amount of information?”

This was probably the “information pressure” Niko talked about. Again, he looked hard at Ivory Tower, seated in the impromptu chair, but he didn’t sense anything along the lines of the pressure he was getting from the kings. In fact, it seemed like Tower’s presence was much fainter than Aster Vine or Cobalt Blade or any of the executive Linkers in each camp.

Still, given that he was a top member of the White Legion/Acceleration Research Society, it was obvious that he was no ordinary Burst Linker. Haruyuki focused his mind to try to feel something.

“If you could see that little warrior from the Highest Level,” Metatron murmured, “you would understand all kinds of things.”

“I—I would? Then let’s just go—”

“Why are you so foolish?” she chastised sharply. “This is the field below the Mean Level, the so-called Low Level. It is impossible even for me, which means you could never reach the Highest Level from here, no matter how many hundreds of years you spent attempting to do so.”

“O-oh, okay.”

The Highest Level that Metatron spoke of was the highest tier of space, but it was only possible to reach that space by further accelerating from the Unlimited Neutral Field, or the Mean Level. All the information in the Accelerated World was laid out there in a galaxy-like 3-D dot matrix, showing observers the truth about their digital world.

However, Haruyuki had only peeked at this Highest Level for a mere instant when he was trying to evade sudden death in the battle with the Armor of Catastrophe, Mark II, seven days earlier. And Metatron had guided him then; he couldn’t even begin to understand how to “accelerate while accelerated” all on his own.

More importantly, just as Metatron said, the meeting venue they were currently in was a normal duel field created by the Cobalt-Manganese sisters. Haruyuki was a member of the Gallery, which could not so much as smash a tiny pebble; all he could do was watch and listen. In which case, he had to at least carve the words of the kings sharply into his memory.

“You’re right, this lot has thrown the Accelerated World into confusion over and over, and yet, the only thing clear about the current situation is their name.” The Blue King sighed, shrugging. “A sad story indeed.”

“And that’s just what they call themselves, isn’t it?” the Yellow King agreed, revealing his annoyance. “Honestly, if they’re going to call themselves a research society, then they should just be good kids and look for holes in the system.”

“I think that’s exactly what they’re doing, Radio,” the Black King cut in, tone controlled. “It’s not just these ISS kits. The Hermes’ Cord race chaos last month. The mess at Akihabara BG three months ago. The backdoor program of eight months ago—they’re always causing confusion, and their modus operandi seems to sneer at the Brain Burst system. In other words, to them, it is ‘research.’”

“Hmph,” Yellow Radio spat. “It looks like mere terrorism to me, though.”

Instantly, the antenna parts on the head of the Red King, seated to the right of the Black King, twitched. Blood Leopard casually stepped forward from behind and touched her fingers to her master’s shoulder.

Rain—Niko—had probably remembered the other Society incident, which Kuroyukihime hadn’t mentioned: the fifth Chrome Disaster of six months ago. They had no proof, but it had probably been Yellow Radio who had given the Armor of Catastrophe to Niko’s parent, Cherry Rook, turning him into the fifth Chrome Disaster. And they had no proof of this, either, but there was a strong possibility that the invisible hand of the Acceleration Research Society had guided Radio’s actions.

Judging from the Yellow King’s tone, the thought that he had been manipulated by the Society didn’t so much as cross his mind, but that wasn’t enough to assuage Niko’s anger and grief, of course. Haruyuki fervently wished he could be there beside her, too, to offer her strength, but unfortunately, he couldn’t do something like that at a meeting of the Seven Kings. Niko and Pard were in a delicate position here; the fact that they had even taken part in the ISS kit attack mission was a secret from the other kings present.

“The issue is what they’re after,” Kuroyukihime continued quietly. “Is their objective simply to upset the Accelerated World with means that people wouldn’t normally consider? Or are they using a series of incidents to bring about monumental chaotic destruction?”

“Hee-hee.” Purple Thorn chuckled, a laugh like thorns of ice buried deep within the sweetest honey. “Of course, you would be the one to say that, hmm, Lotus?” He was certain she was alluding to the events of three years earlier, the reason why Black Lotus was now called “the destroyer of order.”

“I’ll say it. Of course.” Black Lotus kept her cool as she replied. “If the Society brings about the destruction of the Accelerated World, then given my stated goal of reaching level ten, they are nothing more than an obstacle for me.”

Once more, sharp sparks crackled in the air between the Purple and Black Kings.

Purple Thorn didn’t know that the mind of the first Red King, Red Rider, had been pseudo-revived and made to live in the ISS kit main body by the Acceleration Research Society. What would she have done if she had been there? Would she have worked with Kuroyukihime to give repose to the soul of the Red King once more? Or…would she have turned the Arc in her right hand on Kuroyukihime to save Red Rider, even knowing he was a ghost?

One thing alone was certain, however. The reason Kuroyukihime and the others had not reported that Rider’s mind had possessed the ISS kit main body nor that it had been his Arms Creation ability that produced the kit terminals was out of consideration—no, kindness—toward Purple Thorn, who had once loved Rider.

“It’s true. We do need to thoroughly investigate whether those Society guys are planning some huge thing,” the Blue King said calmly, as if to ease the tension mounting between the Black and Purple Kings. “Of all the incidents they’ve caused so far, the Hermes’ Cord chaos and the ISS kits are clearly connected. After making a show of the Incarnate System for however many hundreds who were in the Gallery for that race, they distributed the ISS kits to allow easy access to Incarnate techniques. Depending on how you think about it, maybe the violence in Akihabara BG and the backdoor program experiment were in order to earn the points required to produce the ISS kits…Well, we have no idea how they made the kits, though.”

Haruyuki sensed the Blue Knight glancing over at them, but when he hurriedly took a peek at him, the Blue King had already resumed speaking.

“If there’s going to be a ‘next time,’ then the Acceleration Research Society had to have gained something from the free distribution of the ISS kits. If we can find out what that was, we’ll be able to see at least the direction of their objective. So, Lotus? You had direct contact with the ISS kit main body at Midtown Tower. Did you pick up anything?”

Kuroyukihime didn’t immediately respond. Naturally, she—and Fuko, Niko, Pard, and Haruyuki—knew the true identity of this “something” the Blue King mentioned. An object as evil as anything imaginable, the threat of the Armor of Catastrophe, Mark II, born anew from the condensed negative will of the innumerable kit users poured into the Enhanced Armament that had been stolen from the Red King.

A week ago, Haruyuki had been saved by Metatron’s act of martyrdom and somehow managed to crush the Mark II. But when they tried to break Invincible apart with Lime Bell’s special attack, Citron Call, the vessel that was Wolfram Cerberus disappeared right in front of them, together with the last of Invincible’s parts, the rear thrusters.

In other words, Niko was currently only in possession of four of the total of five parts that made up Invincible. It was possible for her to equip it, even so, but of course she couldn’t get at its full capacity. They couldn’t let the other kings know this fact; if they knew the Red King was weakened, Yellow Radio in particular might come up with a no-good plan once again.

How much to tell them about the Armor of Catastrophe, Mark II, while keeping anything related to Niko quiet? Before the meeting, Niko herself had declared that she would leave that up to Kuroyukihime. She’d even gone so far as to say, “No biggie if anyone finds out I’m missing one part. I’ll show ’em I still mean business,” and Haruyuki and the others were forced to assent.

The kings and their subordinates stared while Kuroyukihime uncrossed her legs and stood up soundlessly. “I did indeed pick something up. No, I saw it with my own eyes. A certain phenomenon that occurred after the ISS kit was destroyed.” She raised the sword of her right hand and pointed it directly ahead of her. “An ominous red light shot out toward the south from Midtown Tower. It was most likely the vast amount of negative energy that had accumulated in the kit main body.”

“Oh-ho?” The Yellow King spread his thin arms and made a show of being surprised. “So then does that mean that although you destroyed the main body, its contents got away from you?”

“Gooot awaaay from yooouuu!” the girl sitting on the ball behind him shrieked.

Frowning hard at them, Kuroyukihime brought her right arm down forcefully as she responded. “You speak almost as though you regret the loss of the transferred energy, Radio. If you’d gotten ahold of something like that, you could have been reduced to Chrome—well, Yellow Disaster right about now, you know.”

The Yellow King had once hesitated to equip the Armor of Catastrophe despite having gotten ahold of it somehow and had instead passed it on to Cherry Rook. Her words were just barely a comment, but, his pride seemingly injured, he simply sniffed indignantly before falling silent.

In his place, Ivory Tower threw a hand into the air. “You said in a southerly direction, but do you know specifically where this Incarnate energy or whatever it was was sent, Black King?”

Another blunt challenge.

Haruyuki had witnessed the moment the red light emitted from Roppongi Hills Tower came pouring down. The location was a girls’ school in Shirokane, Minato Ward, K–12. And they already knew its name: the private Eternal Girls’ Academy.

Thought to be the headquarters of the White Legion, Oscillatory Universe—and the Acceleration Research Society—this was a famous school with over 130 years of history. It was curious that the Society would base itself at a girls’ school when the majority of its members were boys, but their actions couldn’t be measured by the common sense of the Accelerated World. And this was also another cover.

They couldn’t announce that this was the place they had identified after so many difficult battles. Because they still hadn’t managed to put together any proof.

“Unfortunately, we could not trace the energy.” Even in the face of Ivory’s challenging question, Kuroyukihime was endlessly calm in her response. “Just in case, we checked on a map for suspicious points on the south side of Midtown Tower, but that area’s quite far from our own. Although, come to think of it, it is inside Oscillatory’s territory, so perhaps some place comes to mind for you?”

Ivory coolly accepted Kuroyukihime’s smooth counterattack. “The south of Midtown is quite a broad area. I suppose the only remarkable landmarks are Roppongi Hills, the Institute for Nature Study, and around Shinagawa Station? After that, you get into Great Wall territory.”

Eternal Girls’ Academy was, of course, not on that list of names. Ivory Tower’s arrogance made Haruyuki grit his teeth once more, but he remembered the categorical imperative that had been handed down before the meeting and grimly endured it.

The other kings appeared to sink into thought, and Scarlet Rain broke her long silence.

“At any rate, those Society jerks are planning something with the Incarnate energy they used the ISS kits to build up.”

Haruyuki could sense the brightly burning will in the depths of her restrained voice and forgot his own momentary rage to focus his gaze on her.

“So far, we’ve always been a step behind in responding to the Society, always cleaning up the mess.” Her large eye lenses shone brightly. “This time, we can’t just sit around waiting for them to do something.”

“But it’s not as though they have a territory or anything like that, is it?” Of course, it was the Yellow King butting in. “It’s all fine and good to strike a blow in advance, but exactly where do you propose we strike?”

“What I’m tryin’ to say is we gotta be united here at least in the intention to strike at all. If we crack the headquarters of the Acceleration Research Society, then we attack with the combined power of the Seven Kings assembled here. We charge in without giving ’em the time to disappear from the matching list, and we take whatever points we can. Any Legion that doesn’t take part in the mission’ll be seen as collaborating with the Society.”

This impressive statement from Niko caused the executive attendants of each king to murmur quietly. Even Yellow Radio fell silent as though daunted.

It was extreme, but what she was saying made sense. And more importantly, it would put at least a small amount of pressure on Ivory Tower and the White Legion. If they could present some kind of definitive proof that Eternal Girls’ Academy—EG—was the Society’s base, then the White Legion would be forced to make a critical decision.

“It seems that as a king, she’s finally taking off her kid gloves,” Fuko murmured.

“Yeah.” Haruyuki nodded slightly. “I think Rain’s only going to get stronger from now on.”

“You can’t slack off, either, Corvus.”

“R-right.” He shrank into himself, nodding.

“The Red King makes a sound argument.” Blue Knight’s firm voice echoed through the meeting area. “If we agree on a policy for the seven Legions here, then we’ll be able to move quickly when the time comes. Of course, I don’t think any of us are colluding with the Society, but I’ll ask anyway. Is anyone opposed to this proposal?”

Before the Blue King was finished speaking, Haruyuki caught himself staring intently at Ivory Tower. Although he had been evasive like wisping smoke over and over in the meeting, for once, he did not raise his hand. Purple Thorn, Yellow Radio, and Green Grandé also maintained their silence.

Looking around the meeting venue, Blue Knight stood up forcefully, his heavy armor clanking. “Well then, we adopt the Red King’s proposal. The moment the Acceleration Research Society’s base is identified, we will immediately put together a team from all seven Legions and carry out a concentrated attack. And we’ll have as many high-level members take part in the attack as possible. By the way, I will be one of the Leonids’ members.”

The moment they heard this, the Blade sisters on standby behind him called out in a panic.

“K-King!”

“That’s…!”

“I have to. You can only challenge the same opponent once a day. That’s the rule. We don’t know how many points they’ve accumulated, but we have to get in as many wins as we can if we want to push them to total point loss.”

That was the hard truth. At level eight, Black Vise and Argon Array were high rankers, and they might have a store of a thousand or two Burst Points. It was unrealistic to think that even a concentrated attack could push them to total point loss in one go, but when it came to the level-six Rust Jigsaw or Sulfur Pot, who Kuroyukihime encountered in Okinawa…

Haruyuki wondered about it, and then a single name popped up in the back of his mind once again.

Wolfram Cerberus.

Ever since his first appearance in the Accelerated World, he had been hailed as the most powerful level one, taking the crown from Aqua Current. But in their fight last week, he had jumped up to level five in one go so he could dive into the Unlimited Neutral Field. And that wasn’t all. He had told Haruyuki that he wanted him to strike the final blow against him so he could escape the control of the Society forever. And to that end, he had pushed his remaining Burst Points down to a mere ten.

After that, Cerberus was assimilated into the Armor of Catastrophe, Mark II, and then disappeared from the Unlimited Neutral Field through a forced disconnect. He had not appeared once since then, but Haruyuki believed he continued to be a Burst Linker.

At the same time, he couldn’t believe it would be so easy for Cerberus to replenish his points when they’d been on the verge of depleting entirely. Outside of Nega Nebulus, only Niko and Pard knew Cerberus was a Burst Linker produced by the Acceleration Research Society and their Mental Scar Shell theory. But if the other Legions found out, and he was made a target in the joint operation they’d only just decided on, he would face total point loss in just a few defeats.

But even before that, Cerberus still had Invincible’s thrusters, which contained a vast negative energy. Most likely, he would be dealing with ISS-kit-type mental interference or something even more powerful; if they didn’t hurry to purify and dismantle the Enhanced Armament, there was the risk of the negative effect influencing even his real personality.

Where are you, Cerberus? Haruyuki called out from deep in his heart, looking up at the sky of the duel stage.

The stage type was Steel. The ground of their meeting venue, the east gardens of the Imperial Palace in the Chiyoda Ward, was covered in steel plates, and the trees had also transformed into reddish-brown steel frames; there was nothing charming about it. The sky alone, however, was beautiful. Several cirrus clouds drifted along a backdrop of transparent blue.

If he went to the Highest Level once again, he might be able to find Cerberus—but Haruyuki banished the thought almost as soon as he’d had it. No matter how infinite the perception offered by that level, it still didn’t help you find someone in the real world.

And if the Accelerated World and the real world became one; if that fusion could become the kind of world where they were all Burst Linkers, the duel was just a fun and thrilling game, and no one lost all their points or anything, no hatred was born…then he could go see Cerberus right away, as well as always be with Metatron…

His mind spinning these outrageous thoughts, Haruyuki unconsciously clasped the small icon on his shoulder with one hand and placed his other hand over that, bringing the tiny Being in front of his chest.

“Come now!” Immediately, a harsh voice bounced through his brain. “How many times must I tell you that a servant does not touch his master so freely?!”

“Oh! Uh! I—!” Even as he panicked, he realized that if he let go, Metatron might fly up and draw the attention of the other Legions, so he defended himself in his mind, still hanging on tightly. “Y-you were so quiet, I thought maybe you froze…”

“Froze? Even if I was in the field attribution W04—what you call the Ice stage—I would not freeze.”

“R-right. Then why were you so quiet? What were you thinking about?”

“I was exasperated at the deep inefficiency of the decision process of you little warriors. If this ‘akksellorashon society’ or what have you is what made that repulsive pseudo-Being, then rather than wasting time talking, you should go right away and crush them in their castle.”

“I-it’s not actually that simple. Unless we have some definite proof that that school is their base, we won’t be able to convince the other kings.”

“To begin with, I do not like this naming of ‘king.’ They could not so much as scratch my first form by themselves, and yet they call themselves kings. It’s absurd. And that black one you call a ‘parent’ is no exception to this.”

“Gah! Y-y-you can stop right there!”

His conversation with Metatron was happening telepathically, but Kuroyukihime had an incomprehensibly superpowered intuition when it came to herself, and he wasn’t certain she wouldn’t be able to actually pick up on thoughts, too. Haruyuki stared at the Black King’s back a mere two meters ahead of him and pulled the 3-D icon even more firmly to his chest.

Curiously, it was Fuko, rather than Kuroyukihime, who glanced over at him this time and murmured, “Corvus, this has been bothering me since before the meeting started, but…what exactly is that white bug thing?”

“Bug! Such insolence!” The angry voice screeched in his mind. Metatron threatened to leap out of his hands, but he desperately pushed her back.

“Oh! Uh, this is like a pet or like an option or, uh.”

“Mm-hmm. And where did you find it?”

“Um, uhhh…”

At the meeting after the battle a week earlier, he had gone over every detail of how the Legend-class Enemy Archangel Metatron had saved him and how she had been extinguished defending against the nihilistic attack of the Armor of Catastrophe, Mark II.

However, he missed his chance to tell his friends about how Metatron later miraculously recovered, and now seven days had passed.

There were two reasons he hadn’t found the right time to tell them. The first was that, since finals were coming up, there hadn’t been a chance for them all to meet. And the second was that he didn’t want to think about what would happen when the recovered Metatron and the Legion members—Kuroyukihime, in particular—met one another.

Kuroyukihime was Haruyuki’s parent and Legion Master. And Metatron was the “master” who called Haruyuki “servant.” When you added his “teacher” Fuko into the mix, the meeting would definitely be extremely frightening…

“All right then. Is that it for today?”

The Blue King’s voice pulled Haruyuki’s mind back to the meeting venue. Fortunately, Fuko had also suspended her questioning and turned back toward the center.

It wasn’t as though he had been paying zero attention whatsoever. He had definitely been paying attention to the kings’ conversation, and after they decided on the attack policy for the Acceleration Research Society, the discussion had continued with items not directly related to Nega Nebulus, such as the exchange of information regarding the finer revisions to the six-Legion mutual nonaggression treaty, and questions about why the Space stage hadn’t appeared yet, despite rumors of its introduction in July.

Krsh. With a heavy step, the Seven Kings stood all at once. The Blue King, the meeting chair, opened his mouth again.

“Once the Acceleration Research Society headquarters is discovered, I’ll send out the call for the next meeting. If we determine the information to be correct, we will plan and execute an attack immediately. My hope is that we’ll be able to beat them down before they start moving on their next conspiracy.”

“Permission to confirm one final thing,” Kuroyukihime said.

The Blue King inclined his head slightly. “What is it, Lotus?”

“Knight, you just said ‘if the information is determined to be correct,’ but on what basis do you intend to decide that?”

“My thinking there’s quite simple. It’s not like those Society folks could keep their Neurolinkers constantly disconnected from the global net, right? So then, their names should show up on the matching list in the area where their base is. Once we get any information, we dispatch a scouting party and check the list. If we see the names Black Vise or Rust Jigsaw or whoever else on it, then that means the information is correct.”

“…Mm. Understood.” Kuroyukihime nodded.

“Lotus, stop launching attacks on your own, all right?” Purple Thorn sounded kind somehow as she leaned on her long staff. “If you lose all your points somewhere I can’t reach you, I shall be very sad.”

“I accept the warning with gratitude, Thorn,” Kuroyukihime responded curtly, taking a step back, her feet ringing against the steel plates of the ground.

At this signal, Yellow Radio gave a silent-yet-theatrical thank-you before retreating swiftly with the girl riding the ball. Next, the Purple and Blue Kings walked away together with their respective subordinates, and the Red King and Blood Leopard also gave Haruyuki and his comrades a small signal as they left. Shifting his gaze, he saw that Ivory Tower’s seat had emptied at some point, and with that, the only ones left were the three members of Nega Nebulus and the two members of Great Wall.

Eventually, the Green King, Green Grandé, silent throughout the meeting again that day, turned his massive body, his emerald-green armor clanking heavily, and looked straight down at Haruyuki, a sharp light in his eye lenses.

It felt like it had happened a hundred years ago, but just over two weeks earlier, Haruyuki had encountered the Green King on the roof of Roppongi Hills Tower. At the time, Grandé had told Haruyuki the following: In addition to this world, Brain Burst 2039, there had been two other, very similar worlds, Accel Assault 2038 and Cosmos Corrupt 2040. But both had been abandoned for some reason.

Metatron had also used the same names when they were on the Highest Level. She had also said that the Green King, who had taught Haruyuki about the existence of the two other worlds, had perhaps visited the Highest Level.

What exactly was Metatron feeling now, observing Grandé as she was clasped in front of Haruyuki? Until seconds earlier, she had been fervently vibrating her wings to try to fly out of his hands, but at some point, that movement had stopped completely.

The one who broke the solemn silence was the figure of an iron boxer avatar that appeared from behind Grandé, the third seat of Great Wall’s Six Armors, Fists of Steel, Iron Pound. He lightly raised a right fist encased in a lustrous glove and began speaking in a surprisingly friendly tone.

“Hey, good to see ya, Silver Crow. I was the one who asked you to get the Theoretical Mirror ability, but I never dreamed you’d actually do it, much less that you’d take out the Metatron with it.”

“N-no, I just reflected the laser, so…” And what Haruyuki had obtained was not the Theoretical Mirror that Mirror Masker, Ardor Maiden’s parent, had produced, but the similar Optical Conduction ability. However, they’d decided to keep that out of today’s meeting.

“Just reflecting it’s amazing. I mean, our LM’s Arc plus Incarnate defense could only last a maximum of five seconds. Boss, don’t you have something to say to Crow?”

“……”

“He says he’s got nothing. So then, I’ll just cut straight to the chase. ’Cause we don’t know when Coba and Manga are going to close the stage.” Pound glanced around and checked that the other Legion members were all gone before continuing in a low voice, “We’re pretty much fine with the matter in question.”

“Huh? The matter…Which is what again?” Haruyuki cocked his head to one side, and Fuko to his right and Kuroyukihime to his left reached out and yanked him back.

“‘Pretty much’?” Fuko asked. “Does that mean you have some conditions, Fisty?”

Making a face at the playful nickname, Pound nodded. “Well, I guess it does. Our Viri—the second seat of the Six Armors, Viridian Decurion—wouldn’t budge. We’ll have the talk take place in Shibuya Two.”

Now Haruyuki finally remembered. A week ago, at the meeting after the long and difficult battle, Fuko had ordered Ash Roller to set up a meeting with Grandé. And soon.

She would leave the place up to him but would prefer a neutral area. At the time, Ash had thought it was absurd and excessive, but he had apparently carried out the order. But of course, it seemed they wouldn’t be able to draw the king out of his territory.

Fuko exchanged a momentary glance with Kuroyukihime before tossing her long, shining silver hair, like liquid metal, and nodded. “That’s fine. But as the bare minimum precautionary measures, could we perhaps have everyone except those taking part cut their global connection for ten minutes before and after the meeting?”

This time, Pound glanced up at Grandé, and despite the fact that the Green King did not so much as twitch, the smaller avatar quickly assented. “Should be all right. As for the meeting, we’ll do it like this one, Gallery style. Viri and I will be the starters. And if anyone on your side jumps one of our members, even as a stupid accident, that’ll be the end of the meeting. And if by any chance Boss gets jumped, that’ll be all-out war right then and there.”

“Understood.” Fuko seemed unmoved by Pound’s threatening tone. “As for the number of attendees, we are planning a maximum of seven.”

“Then we’ll go along with that, too. What about a date and time?”

“How about next Sunday, July fourteenth, at three in the afternoon?”

“Got it. Don’t be late.”

“Strong Arm” Sky Raker and “Fists of Iron” Iron Pound finished the negotiations in the blink of an eye and turned their gazes back to their respective Legion Masters.

It was then that Kuroyukihime, who had up to that point been silently looking up at the Green King, surprised him by saying, “Grandé. Do you remember our conversation two years and eleven months ago?”

“Of course.” After a brief pause, a solemn voice deep enough to shake the thick steel plates covering the ground of the stage came from the Green King’s face mask.

“You do? Then…the time to choose will come soon.”

Haruyuki wondered what she could possibly mean as Kuroyukihime silently turned on her heel. Fuko also started to walk away behind her, waving lightly to the two green members.

“Uh, um, excuse me.” Haruyuki dipped his head and then chased after them. He wanted to ask what exactly the “time to choose” was, but the slim back of the Black King was filled with a crisp resolve, making him hesitate to call out to her.

When they started to descend from the meeting venue of Edo Castle’s inner citadel toward Kikyoumon Gate, Metatron, still wrapped in Haruyuki’s hands, murmured, “That little green warrior is also very interesting, in a different sense from the white one.”

“Huh…How so?”

“He has just a tiny bit of the same scent as us Beings.”

“So what…does that mean…?” Cocking his head, Haruyuki glanced back over his shoulder, but the reddish-brown iron skeletons obstructed his view, and he couldn’t catch sight of the Green King.