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Colonel Millicent!

Survivor located.

Returning to base.

You want some?

I thought that maybe a little something sweet might help take your mind off

everything. Unless, of course, you've got some kind of problem with chocolate.

That's a relief.

My father, he... He told me we're doing something terrible to the 86.

Something too awful to take back.

But even then, you protected me.

Why would you do that?

Well, easy.

We're just as much a part of this republic as you are.

Son Magnolia citizens.

So protecting this country of ours isn't merely our duty.

It's our pride.

Some cowards out there are nothing but talk.

But I choose to fight.

I'll keep fighting until my country's safe.

You know, I have a brother about your age. I think you'd get along.

But he's all grown up by now.

You haven't seen him?

No. I can't go home yet.

Thank you, mister.

My name is Shourei Nozen. Call me Ray.

That's an unusual name.

Yeah, it's a rare one in this country.

But I thought you said you were from the Republic.

My brother and I were born here, but our parents immigrated from a neighboring

country.

Do you know what the Empire of Giyad is?

That's the country that made the Legion.

Are you scared to have to fight him?

I am.

But if I don't fight, I can't survive.

I won't die yet.

I can't allow myself to.

I have to get back to my little brother after all.

I have to go home.

I can't believe your brother. What's Ray doing now?

He's dead.

He died here on the Eastern Front five years ago.

I'm sorry.

It's fine.

Do you remember when you asked if there was something I wanted to do when I left

the army?

Yes.

There isn't anything I want to do, but there is something I have to do.

I haven't stopped searching for him for the past five years.

You mean his body?

Thank you for watching!

Good morning, Lena.

Good morning.

Delicious!

I know, right? The cream is artificial, but the strawberries are all real.

By the way, any chance you want to go shopping for party dresses next week?

the Revolution Festival?

That time already, huh?

I'm probably going to have to go to that, aren't I?

No probably about it. And we better hustle. All the good dressmakers will be

booked up if we don't get moving.

Sorry, I'm a bit swamped right now.

You know, Lena, feels like you haven't been around much lately.

Oh, it might be fun to shop for a dress with a guy on your arm. I heard you met

another prospective partner, too.

Oh, you mean Rudolph, right?

He was a real cutie.

That's the first one I've heard you compliment.

Does this mean you might actually... No way.

Because Rudolph is five years old.

I get that they're after my family's money and all, but, like, at least try.

What about the photos? Are those all your former marriage prospects?

A prank by my team.

Lest I forget, they said.

Lena, are you sure you're getting enough sleep? Your face looks like hell.

Oh, does it really? You've clearly been overusing the Pararade. Didn't I tell

you that sharing sensory data puts stress on the brain?

That's not it. I was stuffed up all night analyzing combat data. I've told

before, but trying to do favors for the 86th is a pointless waste of time.

And you think that attending this party would be a bad thing?

Well, yeah. What if a battle breaks out while I'm stuck in a dance or something?

Then we'll be fine.

Who puts on a party during wartime anyway?

Nothing that happens inside the walls has any effect on us.

We always appreciate your detailed enemy analysis, but it's not something that's

so important it needs to take up all your private time.

Be honest, Captain.

Is my help unwanted?

No. Analysis from a larger theater -encompassing perspective is valuable.

Your keen ability to predict the composition of incoming enemy forces has

been a great help.

We're all grateful to have you.

I'm glad.

Still, that doesn't mean you have to spend all of your time on us.

Too much time focusing on the battlefield.

She'll end up like me.

Hmm?

Do my ears deceive me, Captain? Was that a joke?

Fine, you win.

I suppose I'll go and socialize if I must.

I'll attend the silly Revolution Festival in my stuffy dress.

The Revolution Festival?

Do you remember it?

I remember seeing fireworks.

Did you used to live in District 1?

My memories from back then are foggy, but I believe so.

Oh, wow.

I remember going with my brother.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dredge that up.

That's all right.

I can't remember much about my family. Not their faces or their voices.

Your brother told me he thought you'd grown up big and strong.

It was clear to see how much he truly cared about you.

More than anything else, it seemed like your brother wanted to go home.

So he could see you again.

I really hope you're right.

Uh, Captain, aren't you technically supposed to be out on patrol?

Are you in your room?

I apologize.

If you've decided the patrols aren't necessary, that's fine, but I would

appreciate you telling me.

I thought you might be angry.

I'm not that much of a stuffed shirt.

Nobody would see us here.

Really?

Please stop.

I'm sorry, Major.

Major?

All is fine over here.

There's definitely nothing to worry about.

Major, we're beginning combat preparations.

But we haven't issued any incoming assault warnings over here.

Nonetheless, the Legion are coming.

All confirmed and ready to deploy.

Same goes for the third platoon.

Roger.

Captain Nozen, how did you know that the Legion were preparing to attack?

You told me yourself you weren't out on patrol.

Well, how did you... Major Millizay, would you please cut your para -raid?

There are a lot of black sheep in this group. It would be dangerous to remain

synced with me.

Black sheep?

I can explain later if you're curious.

But please cut the sync.

The Parade is my only link to what's going on out there.

I am not cutting it.

I warned you.

Wait, Undertaker.

You're way too far ahead. If you're not careful, they'll surround you.

Thank you.

I don't wanna die.

Now that's not a good sign.

Major!

Major Millicent!

I don't want to die.

God damn it!

That's Kaie!

But how?

I thought you torched her with her juggernaut, didn't you?

They still took her. The bastards.

I don't want to die.

Gunslinger.

Heading 060, distance 800.

The enemy's front rank. Third corral wolf on the right.

Roger. I don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die.

Gotta admit, everyone really brought their A -game today.

They all wanted revenge.

It's a nasty motivator.

You know, I kind of figured they'd all have passed out from exhaustion by now.

Maybe they're too lonely to sleep.

Around this time of night, we usually, uh... Oh.

But once they hear the voices, the handler's calls always suddenly stop.

On the bright side, you got no more reports to write.

Yes, by all means, Major Millie Zay.

First time for everything.

I lost control of myself today.

I'm terribly sorry.

Not at all.

Captain, those voices I heard during the battle, what are they?

When I was younger, I came very close to dying.

Or to be more accurate, I think I actually did die.

So that's why I can hear them.

The voices of the dead.

The ghosts who died but are still here.

Just like me.

Ghosts?

But the only thing out there was the Legion, right?

I think that they're ghosts too.

They're the army of a lost country. They have no reason to exist now that the

Empire's fallen.

That's correct.

Because I'm able to hear the voices of the Legion.

When they come, I know.

Awake or asleep, I can always hear them.

Hold on.

Always? Do you hear them right now?

Not just during battle, but even now?

How far away can you hear them from?

I don't know the exact distance, but far enough that I'm aware of every single

Legion beyond the former Republic borders.

I've been like this a long time.

Since when?

And did you hear Lieutenant Kaye Taniya's voice because... because she

ghost as well?

Captain?

The Republic's government has stated that they predict the war will end in

years, correct?

How did you know?

Theo heard from the commander we told you about before.

The Legion have a timer.

In a little under two years, that timer will run out. Is that the idea?

Yes. The Legion's central processing unit is modeled after a human brain.

design will cause it to stop functioning within two years.

So if that design has a flaw, they need to replace it with another while they

still have the chance.

Using materials that are readily available on the battlefield where they

You can't mean... The human brain.

Our central nervous systems are more advanced than those of other living

creatures. The Republic forbids the burial of 86. I know the brains

would rot over time. And I've heard multiple legions speak with the same

So it's more likely that they're using copies of human brains.

Then... Kaie is probably still out there somewhere.

But I don't think it's exactly the same as what you'd call a soul.

The original human's mind isn't inside.

You can't communicate with it or vice versa.

It's just a fading echo of what they were.

Their thoughts copied at the moment of death.

Ghosts that haunt the Legion.

And those ghosts are the black sheep?

Yes.

Black sheep hiding within a seemingly endless flock of white.

Of course, the black sheep are getting more and more common.

Major, you may not know it, But you're going to lose this war.

What are you talking about?

The Legion with the new design are not going to shut down in the next two

So where does that leave the 86?

All that's left of us are the children.

And they're all on the battlefield already.

It won't be long until every one of us is dead.

When that happens, will the Alba fight?

Will you even remember how?

After spending so many years pushing the toll of war onto the people you deemed

disposable?

You can't win.

But they're a fury legion now.

They're down to about half their number compared to a few years ago.

To the degree you can observe them, correct?

It's true.

The amount of legion you can observe is significantly decreased.

But only because they have so many more units waiting out of sight ready to be

deployed.

Legion aren't that smart.

Or so you thought.

That's the other reason you'll lose.

You can't mean... By and large, the heads that the Legion take come from

damaged corpses.

But nonetheless, Black Heap are still better at processing than the rank -and

-file Legion.

Now, imagine what happens if they get an undamaged brain.

Is that possible?

A ghost commander.

Ready to lead and guide the endless masses of the unthinking Legion.

We've taken to calling them Shepherds.

And the armies they lead are vastly more powerful than anything else the Legion

has to offer.

Just slow down. This isn't a hypothesis. These things already exist.

Can you hear their voices?

I can.

The Shepherds are commanders.

Their voices travel far.

And... There's one at the rear of Combat District One, and I know we've been

waiting.

But... the Republic isn't going to lose until years from now, right?

They'd have to wipe out all of you first, wouldn't they?

You're probably right.

Which means we just need to wipe out the Legion before they can do that.

So let's fight.

You and me together.

No.

I'll just do my best.

I'll analyze the enemy.

Come up with plans.

I'll do everything I can.

Captain Nozen.

Your term of service is up this year, right?

So we'll give ourselves a deadline.

We'll win before then, and we'll both live on.

It's a deal.

Shall we call it a night, then?

We're pathblazed out here.

Sorry for keeping you up late.

Because, because, oh why the -

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