"Miss Crusch is waiting for you in her office," announces a courteous maid, bowing to us and indicating the way to the mansion's main entrance.
I decide to leave the soldiers waiting at the entrance while Emilia, Beatrice, and I ascend to the fourth floor, where Crusch's office is located.
The mansion has a somewhat different decoration; instead of flaunting excessive luxury, it exudes a more military aura.
Neutral and formal colors bear witness to its belonging to a noble family without falling into ostentation.
The maid delicately knocks on the door to announce our arrival. After receiving permission, she opens the doors, and we step into the room. '
Emilia is the first to enter, followed by Beatrice, and finally, myself. We greet Crusch politely, who looks radiant with her fine and defined face.
Her pale but well-maintained skin reveals traces of fatigue that can be eliminated through the use of healing magic; something both of us are well aware of.
Finally, she invites us to take a seat and initiates the much-anticipated conversation, "Do you have any idea why I've summoned you?" Crusch interrogates, scrutinizing our expressions carefully.
Her question serves no other purpose than to analyze how we will react to it: whether we will lie, show nervousness, or excessive confidence. Saying 'The White Whale' could put us in a tight spot; it would be unconvincing right now.
The best way to respond is undoubtedly...
"On behalf of my lady, I understand that we have been summoned to face a battle," I respond confidently. Crusch narrows her eyes slightly, while Wilhelm and Félix remain silent, turning this encounter into a game to gain their trust. Emilia stays composed, observing the conversation closely.
"Anastasia informed me about your carriage collection activities towards your mansion, so I made some connections based on your request," I continue speaking truthfully up to this point.
Everything I've said so far is true, so there shouldn't be any issue with her detector. Now, it's just a matter of taking one more step and inferring something deeper.
She seems interested in hearing me go on, so I proceed:
"By inviting us to your mansion while you were carrying out these actions, I sensed in your gaze something more than a mere invitation. That clearly indicates that it's something important."
Crusch raises an eyebrow slightly and responds, attempting to trap me:
"My face always shows the same expression, regardless of the circumstances; there's no reason to arrive at that assumption," she asserts firmly.
I shake my head to kindly indicate that she's mistaken.
She may think she lacks clear facial expressions, but every gesture is a part of it. It's like saying Wilhelm has no facial expressions; that would be a fallacy.
No one eludes the language of countenance; even I am beholden to its influence. Thus, I commence my discourse:
"Prior to the commencement of orations, you mentioned your busy disposition. While myriad reasons may underpin this, a tapestry of interconnection unfolds: your entreaty, the carriages arriving, the knights assembling, and, most notably... "
I introduce a pause, aiming to capture Crusch's undivided attention. She hones her expectant gaze, anticipating the forthcoming revelation. I proceed:
"The revelation that has reached you—the vanquishing of the witch's cult by our hitherto unknown strength."
She regards me with an imperturbable countenance, her penetrating eyes dissecting each of my words, weighing the information provided.
Indeed, our relationship has been primarily transactional, dedicated to the production and sale of steam machinery, yet also marked by rivalry in other domains, such as the trade of materials like swords.
In my purview, I have concentrated on agricultural tools and other utilitarian, high-demand items. Swords, conversely, demand a substantial effort in their production, involving multifarious processes, rendering them less efficient from my perspective.
Hence, an accord was reached: Crusch would oversee the fabrication of her swords, armors, and iron shields, while I would attend to the production of mining tools and allied products.
Given their inability to contend with the prices I could proffer.
However, everything shall metamorphose upon gaining access to steel, completely reshaping our circumstances and necessitating a renewed discussion.
The Karsten family stands as one of Lugunica's most crucial allies, prompting contemplation on the potential connections they maintain with the sages and those endorsing their actions.
It is imperative for me to delve deeply into this woman's character, discerning whether she will be an ally or a potential threat in the future.
Unexpectedly, Crusch smiles, catching Félix off guard.
The intensity in her gaze momentarily dissipates, revealing a hint of admiration and respect in that gesture.
This encounter will be pivotal for the fate of our businesses and alliances, and I will ensure that I am prepared for every step we take together.
"¡Nya! Mistress Crusch is smiling," exclaims Félix as he approaches to witness Crusch's unexpected expression, only to receive a threatening look in return.
He retreats and assumes a position, as if she had requested silence or something similar.
Crusch regains her neutral expression and slides a document toward us.
Félix walks toward me, handing me the document.
"You're right, these are preparations for a battle," she affirms, and I glance at Félix with a sense of bewilderment for handing me the document.
"The leader of this camp is Miss Emilia, so it would be best for her to read it," I concede, looking at Félix with some annoyance.
I struggle to fully comprehend Félix; he always appears cheerful and optimistic on the surface, but his words and actions unveil a more complex, disagreeable personality.
I hope I am mistaken in my impressions, of course.
"It's true, it always seems like Marco is the one giving orders, and Miss Emilia, unlike Miss Crusch, doesn't seem..."
"Félix!" Crusch interrupts, leaving Félix somewhat flustered. Félix looks at Crusch, but she appears displeased.
He tries to say something, but Emilia speaks first.
"Félix, could you explain the reason behind your comment?" Emilia smiles as she observes Félix attentively. I know Emilia has no ill intentions, but Félix's comment was rude and unnecessary.
She must be seeking an honest answer, but the expression she uses could give it a different meaning.
"It was just a little slip, I'm sorry! Nya," Félix apologizes, bowing briefly before handing the letter to Emilia and positioning himself to the right of Crusch.
Crusch sighs to compose herself as she looks at Emilia.
"I apologize for my knight's behavior. I must discipline him properly; it seems he hasn't grasped Miss Emilia's words during the selection."
Her ears move, as if she's contemplating. Félix remains silent, maintaining his apologetic smile.
Emilia begins to read the document calmly, but I notice a slight tension in her face. Fear starts to grip her as she tries to maintain composure.
"The white whale..." Emilia murmurs, and upon the confirmation of my suspicions, I widen my eyes, attempting to conceal my surprise.
I am unaware of the full extent of her ability, but I hope, at the very least, that she cannot perceive all our emotions.
Beatrice also reacts, looking surprised at Emilia.
"I have information that the white whale will appear soon. I don't have an exact date and time, but it's estimated to be in two days, although it could be more or less time," Crusch continues.
The informational advantage the protagonist possessed is crucial, so I must find a way to obtain it as well. Although I don't have the exact time or day confirmation, it doesn't seem to be truly relevant information. At least now I know where it will be.
"There is something that could be useful, but let's first discuss what you came to request," I add, refocusing on the purpose of our meeting.
She looks at me seriously as she hands a document to Félix, who, in turn, passes it to Emilia.
Without wasting time, Emilia begins to read it aloud.
The contract starts by addressing the formation of a force to defeat the white whale.
As participants, we will be present at the event held in honor of the occasion, as is customary after significant catastrophes.
Next, the requirements for receiving recognition are detailed. To be actively recognized in this victory, we must contribute significantly, and our deeds will be taken into account when assigning due credits.
She likely views our strength as a mere addition, but this condition works in our favor. Nonetheless, I know Crusch is not someone who would steal credit from others.
As for the parade with the head of the white whale, it's something we must do; afterward, the monster's parts will be distributed among those who have contributed the most.
Lastly, any casualties will be assumed by their respective groups; there will be no monetary charges or responsibility if their healers couldn't do anything to save them.
The battle against the whale will inevitably bring both wounded and the inevitable dead.
Emilia finishes reading and directs her gaze towards Crusch with a radiant smile.
"When it comes to helping eliminate one of the greatest evils," Emilia says firmly, "I, Emilia, and the Irlam army will be there to assist." Emilia places the paper on the table, takes a pen, and signs without the slightest hesitation.
It doesn't surprise me at all; I didn't expect a different outcome.
Nonetheless, defeating the whale will confirm suspicions about our power, dispel doubts about belonging to the cult, and grant recognition to both the Irlam army and Emilia.
This Emilia is gradually distancing herself from her old self. She seems more like a leader.
Crusch rises, and both women shake hands as a sign of agreement.
"A few months ago, I couldn't appreciate you as I do now," Crusch admits, marveling at Emilia. "Your speech was magnificent; it made me recognize you as a formidable rival." Emilia smiles without hesitation.
"Let's have a fair fight," Emilia declares with determination, thus sealing their unexpected alliance—a small but powerful coalition born of unforeseen circumstances.
"The reason I approached you is directly linked to the demonstration of Marco's strength," Crusch looks at me, pointing to my rifle. "Unfortunately, the range of the weapon won't be sufficient against an enemy whose size is estimated to be immense."
"So... why bother?" I interrogate Crusch with skepticism. "There's no reason to do this if you know from the start that we won't be able to achieve it." Crusch's motives are simple: to use me solely as an additional defense.
However, I've already perceived her intentions, and she must fear that I'll reveal her plans to others, like Anastasia, even though I have no idea it involves facing a white whale.
I dropped a small hint by mentioning Anastasia.
The battle for the throne is about who has more general approval, which means achievements are crucial for that purpose.
"I wanted to hire you to guard the outskirts; while we fight, you would safeguard and block any attempt to advance," she explains calmly.
It's the most logical for her; this way, we would avoid obtaining the desired recognition, and she would come out on top. I smile confidently as I lock eyes with hers.
"However, I never said that was all we have prepared," I add mysteriously. "Naturally, we have other ways of facing the white whale." Now it's time to provide a bit more assistance.
Crusch raises her eyebrows, surprised when I utter that keyword. She checks something among her notes and then turns her gaze back to me, expectant.
"Look at this," I announce triumphantly. From my pocket, I take out the metia and connect it with Rem, who looks at me with a complicit smile.
The connection is quickly established with Alsten, who is already in a position with artillery.
The demonstration is ready to begin. A stack of old armor has been prepared in advance to showcase the power of our attack. I walk towards Crusch and calmly hand her the metia.
"We obtained this communication metia from the cult after their defeat," I explain firmly as Crusch nods in confirmation. Then, I turn my gaze to Alsten, who salutes her respectfully with a militarized gesture.
"This will be a test of the number one cannon model," I announce, and Alsten showcases the imposing cannon to Crusch.
A relieved sigh escapes her lips; she must have imagined it was the cannons bearing her name. Seeing that it wasn't turns out to be good news for her.
"Attention!" Alsten exclaims energetically, pointing to the cannon and the stack of prepared armor.
Crusch watches attentively without uttering a word. Wilhelm looks interested, but Félix gives me brief glances before turning his attention to the metia.
"Fire!" I shout with determination.
Boom!
A deafening roar erupts from the metia, and at that very moment, the eyes of the three presents widen in astonishment.
Especially Wilhelm and Crusch seem absolutely amazed by what they've witnessed. After a cloud of dust, the armors lie completely destroyed and scattered on the ground.
After a few minutes, Alsten bids farewell and closes the transmission. I take the metia in my hands and carefully stow it in my pocket.
Crusch and Wilhelm seem to be processing all the new information received, while Félix is the first to break the silence.
"Did you create that, Marco?" Félix looks at me with a curious smile as he approaches.
I don't allow his demeanor to intimidate me and respond confidently.
"Yes, I was the one who designed those cannons," I admit proudly. "They are a valuable addition to our combat strategy. Their range is impressive, and their reload speed is reasonably acceptable. Additionally, we also have the model two; although it has a shorter range, its destructive power is voracious."
Now is the time to draw a comparison with their magical cannons. Made in Costuul, the industrialized city of Lugunica, a city that focuses on creating things akin to engineering using magic.
Of course, that makes it accessible to only a few persons.
"The cannons do away with the use of magic, allowing them to reload quickly and fire multiple times without issues to inflict devastating damage on enemy after enemy," I conclude my explanation with a tone full of conviction.
Crusch watches me with a mix of surprise and awe.
She probably expected a grand revelation with magical cannons, but now she must understand that, facing an enemy like the white whale, this technology proves more effective.
If my calculations are correct, the reason their attack in the novel didn't work against the monster is due to its powerful magical protection.
However, its physical defense is considerably lower in comparison, or at least not as high.
Though I admit to taking a risky decision by betting on this new method of combat, we've already sealed the contract, and there's no turning back.
"I also have information about the most probable location where the white whale will appear," I affirm solemnly.
I don't have precise data; after all, this reality differs from the original novel. But it's the only thing I can rely on to chart our strategies. Catching even Emilia and Beatrice off guard, all eyes turn expectantly toward me.
Now is the opportune moment to exploit the ambiguities between what constitutes truth and falsehood.
"I read in a book about the place where it usually manifests... Unfortunately, said book is not currently in my hands," I comment with a serious expression.
It's a truthful statement, as the book I refer to is in my room and not readily available at this precise moment. Crusch's divine blessing should be confirming the truth of my words.
Besides, I feel unwavering confidence in what I'm saying, leaving no room for suspicion or doubt.
Emilia observes me seriously. Although she says nothing, I can sense her skepticism about my statements.
"What you say is true, but somehow," Crusch visibly sighs, overwhelmed by the situation, "I thought highly of you... However, now I am at a loss for words. I've never questioned the powers of my divine blessing so much as I do now." She smiles resignedly, surrendering to the current circumstances.
"When we first met... Did you already have these weapons developed?" Crusch questions, seeking clear answers to her inquiries.
I shake my head and admit that the project was still in the process of creation when we had our first encounter. It was nothing more than a plan on paper back then.
Gunpowder is another matter entirely; one I prefer to keep silent about for now.
"So, in a short time, you've created these two lethal weapons, defeated the witch cult, and now you face the white whale," Crusch seems to have realized her mistake in inviting us.
I had planned to generate even more confidence, but it seems unnecessary now. I'll keep to myself the fact that the white whale is vulnerable to physical attacks.
After all, it's a creature like any other mabeast.
"This is an opportunity to rid ourselves of a great evil. The disappearance of this formidable being will improve trade and benefit everyone in general," I comment with determination.
From there, I begin to share everything I know about the white whale: I mention its location according to that prophetic book, as well as the written words about its possible appearance at the Flugel tree.
I also describe its abilities, from the fog capable of erasing existences to its ability to influence minds through powerful sounds.
I don't forget to mention its ability to create clones and how we can defeat it. It's a meticulously planned strategy by myself to fulfill my goals without a doubt or hesitation.
"All this information comes from the book from which I also obtained details about the witch cult," I add, regretting not being able to show them that particular copy.
Crusch will begin to infer that I possess a prophetic book. This fear will further increase considering our capabilities and prompt her to reflect on her actions.
At this moment, the crucial focus is on facing the white whale, so revealing more details is unnecessary.
Additionally, in the novel, the attack time is at three in the afternoon, although the day may vary, and I have omitted that information.
"You must trust me in providing you with this information. If I have anything else to say, I will do so at the appropriate time. Therefore, I ask you not to press me, and let's get along," I stand up and approach her, extending my hand. "I am a partner of Miss Emilia, but I also have a name of my own, and I don't like relying solely on her to earn it. If you think I belong to the cult, I vehemently deny such claims; neither am I am archbishop nor someone related to them. At this moment, we are not enemies."
Crusch ponders my words as we shake hands firmly. Demonstrating firmness is the best way to handle this situation.
While the contract is signed, it does not place us in an inferior position to Crusch. I cannot allow my own light to be overshadowed.
Emilia and I complement each other, functioning as a whole. Gradually, she will learn from our interactions and grow by leaps and bounds.
"I can do nothing but trust in your information," Crusch shakes my hand, accepting my words.
We spend several hours establishing a meticulous plan, shaping it based on the confirmed participating knights and the infantry troops under my command.
My soldiers will be responsible for guarding the lower entrance of the tree, while some knights will do so from above. The investment made by me is reflected in my soldiers, and Crusch's resources will serve for her own support.
Thanks to our previous achievements, we have achieved this without relying on selling part of our income, so I am quite satisfied with the results.
Finally, we arrive at the definitive strategy: Emilia offers herself as a shield to protect the cannons and the injured.
Crusch shows surprise at this unexpected proposal, but I explain that Emilia possesses much greater strength than can be superficially perceived.
Emilia releases a small burst of mana as proof, and ice begins to form around her before abruptly stopping.
"That is..." Crusch looks amazed, accepting the reality, "I noticed her great mana during the selection; you're right."
Everyone underestimated Emilia. They were stunned by her demeanor, but her strength is unrivaled. Although she lacks swordsmanship skills due to a lack of training, that does not prevent her from fighting effectively.
In fact, I haven't seen her fight with a sword; perhaps she has something I don't know.
A battle between Emilia and Crusch would be something worth watching, but for now, we don't have the confidence to carry it out, as it would be detrimental to the side that loses.
It should be carried out in complete secrecy.
"Additionally, if possible, I will take care of the wounded," declares Emilia with conviction.
"Nya! But that task is mine," Felix looks surprised at Emilia, who doesn't say anything in response.
"The more healers we have, the better. Emilia may not be at Felix's level, but she is very competent in that area," I quickly add to prevent Felix from continuing to speak.
Emilia undoubtedly doesn't compare to Felix's natural ability; what she has achieved so far has been through effort and dedication. Undoubtedly, she is a valuable asset in our strategic game.
Beatrice also volunteers as a healer, surprising everyone and raising questions about the reason. But I explain that for now, I can't reveal it, as it is something extremely important between her and me.
"Still, her presence must be taken into account; having her as a healer will be..." they begin to object.
I reject that idea outright.
"There is no other possible option," I insist firmly.
They reluctantly accept my decision. So, I will stay with Crusch to organize the game's strategy. As a secondary commander, I will have to make crucial decisions to guide the course of the battle.
"Do you think the knights will accept me?" I ask, concerned about the possibility of great resentment towards me from them.
"Your performance during the battles has granted you a certain status; I doubt anyone will say anything about it. And if they do, feel free to act according to your principles," Crusch responds with confidence in her words.
If it were up to me, I would teach all those knights full of hatred towards me a lesson. For some reason, I begin to feel aversion towards them.
I suppose it's because of what happened and the revelations from the blacksmiths. I wonder if Crusch is aware of all this.
I decided to leave the second model of the cannon as a last resort, assuring them that it is a definitive but very risky weapon due to its short range.
With all the decisions made, I realize that I haven't had lunch yet. However, it seems I'll have to wait until dinner.
"Before we leave," I call Lucas, who touches the door in a few minutes.
I allow him to enter, and Lucas comes in with a meticulously polished and decorated black wooden box with luxurious details. He respectfully bows before handing it to Crusch, who receives it with anticipation in her eyes.
Emilia speaks calmly.
"Our goals are similar; I could perceive that during your speech. Both of us seek to see the potential in people and develop it. I also share that vision," Emilia says, smiling, filling the air with anticipation. "Marco taught me many things during the time we were together. Thanks to that, I have been able to formulate my own goal, and I see similarities between mine and yours."
Crusch opens the box cautiously while the three contemplate its contents, opening their eyes in surprise at what they find inside. She takes her gift delicately, observing it with palpable curiosity.
"This is..." Crusch whispers, slowly caressing the gift, noticing that it bears resemblance to our weapons.
An ornamental rifle is presented before them: a weapon carved in black wood adorned with golden lines that give it an opulent look. In its handle rests a dazzling red crystal where Crusch's name is engraved.
"It's a rifle; that's what the weapon I've created is called. It operates using bullets," I comment calmly, trying to assimilate the information. "Bullets are projectiles intended to cause harm; we could consider it as a portable cannon, although, of course, its destructive power is lower. However, its firing speed is higher."
Yes, rifles are not just weapons to inflict wounds.
"It's a weapon that can instantly end someone's life; it's not designed to cause pain," I add emphatically. While it's true that it could cause it, in times of war, the main objective is to kill.
That's why there are rules aimed at preventing unnecessary suffering and other horrors during confrontations in my world.
The ultimate goal is to eliminate the enemy; the more you can annihilate, the better.
Crusch looks at the rifle in amazement, and after a few minutes admiring it, she carefully places it back inside the box.
"A gesture of trust," Crusch admits while reading a note inside the case.
Well, it could be interpreted that way. I see it as an additional small gift: this new rifle has a special mechanism that activates when you try to disassemble it completely.
As soon as someone tries to dismantle it entirely, it will explode thanks to an internal explosive charge fueled by your own magical energy collected slowly during the process.
The gunpowder used in the bullets contains fragments of fire lamicta, causing the explosion upon contact with the environment.
That's why handling gunpowder is so dangerous and requires extreme care, especially for working women.
However, despite this complex mechanism, it should not be assumed that the weapon cannot receive maintenance. In fact, it is intrinsically linked to its bearer.
This is something I read in a document written by Beatrice: a unique method in which the weapon is directly bonded to the possessor.
Only the one who carries this protection has the ability to completely deactivate it.
To achieve this, it's sufficient to drop a drop of blood on it and then infuse mana for about two minutes; this will temporarily remove the protection. To seal it completely again, you just need to add another drop of blood.
I explained in detail to Beatrice how DNA works and shared all my knowledge about it. The weapon is linked to the DNA of the individual bearer; a unique and non-transferable sequence in each particular case.
This measure provides an extremely secure password since both the entered handprint and the blood must match perfectly.
Acquiring the appropriate pyroxene crystals cost us almost a hundred holy coins, and several failed tests damaged some specimens before finally achieving success.
It was undoubtedly a significant investment, and we expect to increase the costs as we produce more similar weapons; but I consider this investment necessary.
After reading the letter, Crusch seems to understand the security that this mechanism entails, although her opinion does not change drastically on the matter.
"These precautions are present in my weapon and in all weapons," I quickly add, trying not to give her the impression that we distrust her.
"I understand. It's certainly an impressive gift," Crusch carefully closes the box while looking at me with a slight smile. "We haven't prepared something similar; however, we will wait until after completing our mission to make any final decisions."
Although she doesn't confirm forming a direct alliance, she doesn't deny it either. Crusch has a greater chance of ascending to the throne because she belongs to the Karsten.
The real problem lies in the fact that I'm sure the sages will choose someone easily manipulable to secure their own interests. Therefore, it will be necessary to assess how much Crusch really trusts this corrupt bureaucracy.
If the sages choose her, I'm sure they will find a way to undermine our deals. However, that will allow me to easily identify those trying to betray us.
Crusch is undoubtedly an intelligent woman, but I don't know to what extent she is aware of everything that is happening.
Therefore, I must decide carefully.
If she is hiding something that I don't know. Something that could harm us, then...
I will have to take actions accordingly.