"Wherever you go I will follow"

Sanya – I thought I could live up to the moment I'd get to see my parents. But as soon as I saw those bodies… I knew I'd be connected to their faces… It wasn't just because of instinct. But because there was a touch of their memories I've seen. And now…

…I'm lost without them.

1513 hours…

Sanya was right outside the room where the interrogation was happening. And she wasn't allowed in there. It was as simple as not being able to handle one. That was said by Sakamoto herself. But for once, Mio was wrong. There was something else that's changed inside Sanya.

And Eila as she observed Sanya didn't like what's changed. Accompanying Sanya, she decided to talk to her again. "Sanya… Let Sakamoto and Barkhorn handle it. They'll make him talk."

And Sanya gazed at Eila with a calm sense of rage. This made Eila pull back, which for some reason surprised Sanya a bit. "What's wrong?"

"Your… eyes…" Eila was saying it simply, as she was seeing Sanya's eyes gradually shifting into a black cat's eyes for a while there. "You take after your familiar…"

Sanya lowered her gaze to not scare Eila. "It would make sense, really. I fall back into the paws of my own familiar…two pieces of my personality which protects us both. I can't scare off this side of me now. I have to live with it." As she spoke to Eila, her eyes slowly return to normal with both its shape and color. "Eila… I'm broken. My much positive self isn't there for your pleasure anymore."

"For my pleas- What are you saying?!" Eila was a little offended and glared at Sanya. "Sanya… I didn't hear you play and sing your piece just because I like it. It's because you needed to keep your hopes alive."

"And what if the endgame doesn't work?" Sanya briefly glared and then chuckled at Sanya. "You're silly, Eila. Of course hope dies when you least expect it. In the end, it's for your own pleasure and nothing else."

"SANYA!"

"WHAT'S WRONG?! CAN'T DENY THE TRUTH?! YOU SAW MY PARENTS, FLESH AND BLOOD, WHO WERE SEPARATED FROM ME BECAUSE OF WAR! HERE THEY ARE IN PIECES AND WORTH NOTHING TO ME NOW!" Sanya shouted her point to Eila and approached the Suomus witch before suddenly pushing Eila's shoulder back. "Back off, Eila. All you want to do is comfort me against what's real. It won't work. Вы так же наивны, как и следующий человек, те, кто верит в надежду, когда ее высоко держат, - это ответ на все вопросы. (You are just as naïve as the next person, those who believe hope when held high is the answer to everything.)" Sanya snorts as soon as she finished that statement. "I know you understood that. You're just like everybody else."

Eila was supposed to reply but Sanya just walked past her. Eila couldn't go after Sanya… not after what Sanya pointed out. But even Eila had no idea how to take this.

In the interrogation room, Mio punches the prisoner, tied to the steel chair where his legs were tied up to the chair's legs and his hands tied to the rest of the chair. He wears an ATLAS tactical uniform and looks at Mio. He only snorted and lowered his head before spitting at one direction. Then Mio decided to punch him again but was stopped, by none other than Barkhorn herself.

And Barkhorn glared at their prisoner. "I'm only going to make this clear just once, just so we can understand each other. I have the ability to snap twigs just as easily as I can snap the bones of one's neck… It may not be much to other witches, but those who can't catch up with our abilities fear us."

The ATLAS grunt chuckled. "Is that supposed to scare me? I don't even know what to expect of this world. So I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

Barkhorn snorted and put her hand on his free hand and started to grip it tight. She heard painful groans from him. "It's only going to be greater if you don't answer." And Barkhorn only looked at him, while sensing his resolve as he just glares at her in silence. "Don't test me. It's for your own good."

"Screw you," the grunt said, gritting his teeth as he groaned in pain more.

And Trude did as what is expected if there wasn't any answer from the interrogated. Slapping the grunt, he instantly falls unconscious and she lets go of his hand, mostly bruised since she squeezed. "He's not talking."

Mio sighs. "Not in the way you're making him talk."

"I've been instructed. I think when it comes to the enemy, we shouldn't leave them any room for them to realize they're being squeezed for answers. They'll adapt eventually and-" Barkhorn stops talking, interrupted by Mio who puts her hand on Trude's shoulder. "Hm?"

"We have to try something else." Sakamoto said just before she holds her eyepatch and lifts it up. Her Magic Eye was there, but for some reason, she was losing magic to it. "Tch... I guess that idea of mine won't work either."

"Sakamoto-? What's happening?" Barkhorn asked, noticing Sakamoto's magic is fading out. "I didn't believe what Minna said, but I didn't know it's getting this serious."

"I wish I had more time..." Sakamoto said, closing her eyes feeling guilty. "Sure I have some sort of reputation even without regards to magic, but without it, I'll just be as good as a witch without her two arms."

"If she hears you say that, she'll counter your statement."

"Yeah. Counter it... even go so far as aim her own sidearm at me to try snapping me out of it."

"She's just trying to get you to go far as you can with or without us." Barkhorn said and sighs. "Look... We'll find another way to get at least some answers." She then leaves the interrogation room and Mio follows from behind.

The Commander's Room didn't seem to fare any differently. Minna was only seeing Lida take a bottle of Vodka at her own table. Minna would protest to it, but this was Lida's office. And with what Lida was showing towards the rest of the 501st, she can only put an authoritarian scheme for her leadership.

Lida poured vodka from the bottle to a glass she had on the desk. And without delay, she began to drink from the glass in one gulp before looking at Minna. "It's not as if I've not done this before, you know. While age becomes a witch's enemy, it's at least our wisdom that comes in exchange for the magic we lose."

Minna notices the subject Lida is using and replies. "What are you saying?"

"Just the natural flow of life, I suppose. It's just something I needed to bring up." Lida pours another round of vodka onto her glass. "When I heard that Sakamoto herself is starting to succumb to that natural flow, I knew that it becomes the fate for all of us. How true this becomes... when we all accept it." Lida then raises her glass and attempts to drink it, but Minna stopped her hand before Lida would have a chance to sip that drink. "Major?"

"I know what you're thinking about and it's not going to work." Minna said this, lowering Lida's hand. And with Minna's free hand, she takes the glass off Lida's and puts it on the desk. "The last thing we need is sympathy from you."

"I'm beginning to sense I'm about to be threatened here, Major. You shouldn't forget who you're speaking to." Lida gives a deathly glare at Minna. "Or did you just put that aside altogether?"

"I never forgot you had the higher rank, but you have the worse for wear on your own judgment." Minna scoffed at Lida before continuing. "I had a talk with someone about some actions concerning your behavior in the past. Starting with the time Sanya was training when she was still in the 586th Fighter Regiment."

Lida seemed to be upset that some of her information would get out to Minna's mind. "How did you-?!"

"Picking a target just because she's shown considerable talents and being put to good use shouldn't be the reason of you picking on her. I know, because I've seen problems after having tolerated bullies." Minna continues, seeing Lida's fear start to sink in. "And you have the nerve. I don't care what you've done to put those papers on us just to have her discredited. On all the years she's served with the 501st, her psychology is far from what you were trying to point out to us. But you're not listening to what her ability has to say: While she doesn't use it to guide her actions, she wholly takes it as reference for her to make a move. She has a tactical advantage in the field, and it was never considered a mentally-impairing advantage. Up to now, her psychology wasn't questioned by anyone else except you." And Minna made a connecting statement that should normally put her at risk as an officer for an accusation. "You're only using those documents to turn us away from Eila, so that Sanya wouldn't have anyone to protect her."

Lida was smiling at Minna. "Well done. So... Major... Is my psychology for command in question?"

"It isn't just because it's the obvious, but it's because you've only found this a more convenient time to get closer to her." Minna said this, and what came next didn't seem to make sense.

Lida laughs wholeheartedly, even with her stance as the obvious bully of the unit. It took less then a minute before she stops and looks at Minna, now with confidence. "I suppose you'll be reporting me for psychological problems that would cause me to be deemed unfit for duty."

"You haven't led us to oblivion, yet. But who knows?" Minna then heads to the door, now starting to get annoyed of her commanding officer. She stopped, just as she slightly opens the door. "You should know. Something snapped in Sanya when she found her parents in that crate. She was the one who told me about you and she told me in the manner where she wouldn't be shying back from telling anything sensitive. I doubt it was easy, but it was a side I never saw from her before."

"And you believe her?"

"I do." Minna answered that before she headed out the room and closed the door behind her.

Lida only lowers her gaze and grits her teeth. She took a few minutes to reflect. And when she's finished reflecting, she grabs the bottle of vodka before throwing it to the wall across her, spilling the contents. 'That's it. I'm done with her... both of them... all of you.'

ATLAS Mobile HQ...

1624 hours...

The monitor was showing drone surveillance over the base where the 501st was stationed, in Sicily. The main camera was focused on Minna leaving Lida behind in the Commander's room, and the fact that Lida had thrown a bottle of alcoholic drink to a wall.

As Dana watched the scene unfold through a mix of X-Ray optics and realtime optics, she knew that this was the break she needed. And so, she went to Jonathan Irons, visiting his private room and playing the clip to him. The sounds were amplified, so the conversation between Minna and Lida was recorded.

Irons was deep in thought after the clip had finished playing. "One of our drones captured this?"

"I had to get through the net just for it. The cloak was most useful." Dana replied this and smiled. "I think this is a good time as any, Irons. If we take down the 501st and leave none alive, I think we'll be going far ahead."

Genie, who was listening, appeared in a holographic form in the quarters, showing her blue glow as part of identity. "Do you think it would be as easy as that?"

"Maybe if we push some of your Neuroi and work together with ATLAS forces." Dana looks at Genie. "After all... We're friends."

"Hm. Peaceful coexistence after a hard long conflict." Genie was intrigued and nodded. "I think we'll be admiring each other after this. I'll pour in the forces from the motherships and focus on the 501st."

"Hm. The losses should count on our victory, you know. It would be best if your Neuroi don't suffer so much." Dana's concern was noted from Genie.

"We can still manage after we crush them. The whole world's still far from being conquered. We're just taking our first step, Miss Caulfield." She then looks at Irons. "Mister Irons... Your call to form a strategy for an attack on the base at Sicily awaits us. We'll be attacking as soon as our potential defector would come to join us."

Dana sighs. "We can both extract her and attack the base. I think I can still set up a conversation with her. It'll begin as soon as a signal comes from her."

Jonathan then favors Dana's suggestion. "I got no problems taking down an entire base, but there's the safety of anyone who's more valuable to the company than they realize. Caulfield, you got my permission to set up a meet or conduct a remote conversation with her. Genie, until that intended signal comes, you're only to prep your forces and converge at Sicily, but not so close as to make the enemy suspicious of your movements."

"I understand," Genie said, before looking at Dana. "Then it comes down to you."

"Of course," Dana replied with a mischievous smile before leaving the room.

Genie sighs, knowing she has something else in her mind. "I have a feeling she'd want to leave a personal touch during this assault. Crushing a whole joint fighter wing would require tact."

"I think we'll be fine as long as everyone would do as intended in their roles. We've already pissed off one witch, and possibly made her explosive. That Litvyak girl must be looking for blood by now." Irons pointed it out and expected a statement from Genie. It wasn't immediate, so he looked for signs of trouble from her. "Something wrong?"

"I'm just going to say it," Genie said in reply. "Be careful what you wish for."

"I'm not wishing for anything. She's as much of a threat just as the next resisting witch."

"Be that as it may, but one could always make a difference." Genie said that just before her holographic image fades from his room, leaving Irons alone.

Sicily base...

1845 hours…

Kathryn was looking at the gravestone planted on one side of the base where there's good soil. Lina Lieber's name was on that tablet. And Kathryn was just reminded of what happened on that day... Kuhn was just walking to the grave noticing Kathryn was already there. "Captain," Kuhn called.

Kathryn looked at Kuhn briefly then back to the gravestone. "Hera."

And Kuhn was surprised of what Kathryn said. "Been a while since you've called me by my first name."

"All we've done is always respect each other by rank, but things have changed." Kathryn looked at Kuhn, now sure of her intent. "Sisterhood counts for us. Remember that. We may not always see eye to eye, but we agree on what's best for the unit."

Hera nods. "Lina is usually the first to support you."

"Yeah. And now she's dead." Kathryn Bolton briefly looks at the gravestone, then back to Kuhn's eyes. "Call up the rest of the squad. While our transport isn't here yet, I need to say something while we still have time."

Somewhere way south in Africa…

Darkness surrounded the cave, but that didn't stop someone from entering it, descending down a chasm that she dared to see for herself. Until then, Hanna didn't feel fear. Now, she feels as if the world needed to go and descend, holding only a flashlight with a charge that lasts for hours. Climbing down carefully seemed to be her goal and she's wearing boots that were suitable for climbing. But even she doubts she can climb up easily.

And she stops, when she noticed the chasm's crack halted a feet below. 'All I'm seeing below me now is just pure space. This is bad. Nothing is-' And suddenly as she was in her thoughts, the rocks she was holding on to gave way, like it had been brittle. She lost grip and fear kicked in as she started to fall. She grits her teeth, refusing to roll her body and kept her flashlight down, descending deeper into the chasm… 'No…! I refuse to die! Not when I've come this far!' As soon as she closed her eyes, she didn't realize that her perception of reality had changed. And as she opened them again, she suddenly found herself lying down on some sort of bed. Looking up, she's seeing that the ceiling was made of stone bricks. It suggested a familiar building in Egypt: Pyramids. And it didn't make sense. She sat up on the bed before she looked around. She was seeing ancient tools, ones that are used to operate in medical terms. She didn't study enough history, but she's able to recognize a few of them. Doctors and physicians who didn't learn of magic, learned how to use those tools for healing purposes.

"Impressive, aren't they?" A woman in her forties said this, wearing an ancient physicians' robe on her as she walked into the room. "I see you've found this place. Then my predictions of being discovered around this time were right. It would seem you're a visitor, Miss Marseille."

Hanna narrowed her eyes before she dismounts from the bed and activates her familiar, showing her features as she goes on an alerted state. "You could try to tell me where I am and tell how you know me."

"Oh, you don't need to be too meticulous on every detail. In fact, I already know why you're here in the first place." The woman said and approached Hanna herself. "I am called Dreda. Probably one of the fewest of physicians who combines magic and traditional practice of medicine. I wouldn't know so much of others because I'm usually isolated like the rest." She stops just a foot away from Marseille, who was just a foot taller than she is. "So you're here to learn about the extension of one's possession of magic."

Hanna winced at this and felt that her pride for keeping secrets was hurt. "Have you… always known?"

"My purpose, whether I like it or not, is to imbue knowledge of it, while I'm also aware it brings consequences. Witches far and wide tried to find this place but only a few are able to succeed, and lines of witches have their magic last longer. And at each generation as the legends are being brought out as myths, I keep entertaining visitors here, hard as they are to find around the world. And I want to congratulate you… because you found me." Dreda said this, and saw that Hanna retracted her magic as well as the familiar features on her body. "Good. It seems you want to learn it."

"Um…" Hanna spoke to try and get answers. "The myth of the hidden physician tells that you train someone chosen for years, but in turn as those chosen leave, it would have only been minutes. Dreda, you were responsible for the greats that have been appearing in millennia. Can't say that lightly, because I think you really want to be found."

"Heh. Only a small passage of time gets wasted before the next comes. And it takes years for me to teach one at a time. So I think the effort is worth it. Plus… I don't age as much as the normal people do. It's a curse passed down to me, the final physician who's earned it. There were three others before me. And now I'm serving you so that you would learn it." Dreda chuckled. "Are you ready?"

Hanna nods. "This takes years… right?"

"Yes, but passage of time in your world is not relevant here. In fact… By the time you've finished here, you'd have only spent minutes in your world space. You will feel like it was a dream. And trust me… You would feel more like it than ever before."

"There are those who need this treatment. Direct application. I don't know if I'd make it… I…" Hanna was stopped in her thoughts as a hand lands on her shoulder. Dreda is assuring Hanna otherwise.

And she knows what she's talking about. "Trust in your return, Miss Marseille. You won't be disappointed about what you're about to know from me."

And in only a few minutes… she experienced years of expertise, concerning methods of physician and magic practice. She wasn't the same afterwards…

Desert expanse… Africa…

1423 hours…

Charlotte Lueder was waiting next to a jeep next to what appears to be a sinkhole with a connecting cave inside it. She knew that Hanna would come back for a while, but she didn't expect it would take an hour there. Wearing a hat to shield herself from the hot sun, she kneeled down to look deeper into the sinkhole, but her vision can only go so far. The depth of that sinkhole connected to rocks of that chasm was so deep, that when she even shouts Hanna's name, a long echo could be heard from where she is. "Hanna… Where are you…?" And she heard a distant scream from below while a spark of light was seen from the middle of the darkness of the sinkhole. "Hanna…?" She muttered this to herself and kept looking at the spark of light. She then heard steps of climbing from the rocks and was shocked with what she saw next… It was Hanna, climbing up with the use of her body while her arms and legs were assisting. Charlotte could only reach her arm into the cave for Hanna to reach. "Hanna…! Are you okay?!"

Hanna could only look at Charlotte from the darkness and smiled. "If you think I wasn't… I wouldn't be climbing back up." She kept climbing up with ease before she eventually got to Charlotte and grabbed her hand before was assisted out of the sinkhole cave.

Charlotte pulls Hanna out of the sinkhole and she finds that the sinkhole was getting filled with sand quickly. And just in time, she sees that the sinkhole was immediately getting buried by the sand that was around it. She couldn't explain it, but it was as if the cave wasn't deep for just a few seconds when it completely got filled. And eventually, the sinkhole was completely filled until the enclosure no longer exists. "What the…? It's…" Charlotte knelt again to try and feel the sinkhole, but the sand was so deep and hard. It was like there was nothing there anymore but common sand. "There used to be a sinkhole here…!"

"Yeah. We both know." Hanna said it, and she got a glance from Charlotte, who in a second later was surprised by what she saw. "What?" Hanna asked, troubled by what Charlotte was seeing.

"Hanna… Your face…" Charlotte then ran to the jeep to get something. Bringing out a small mirror, she walked back to Hanna and gave it to her. Charlotte wasn't kidding when she saw the tattoos, with tribal lining stretching from the chin up to the eyes. The black tattoos can also be seen by Hanna as the mirror was revealing it to the owner. "I don't know why they're there but… What happened in that chasm?"

Hanna sighed, finding her own face was tattooed. She then looked at her gloved hand. Removing her glove, she noticed there were also tribal-lined tattoos on the fingers and her palm. "What happened was… Years became minutes to me. I need to test something, and it may come as a shock to you." Hanna said this in a mature way that was also straight to Lueder. "Do you trust me?"

"I… I do." Charlotte replied that, acknowledging what Hanna was about to do next. She was told to stand straight just before Hanna gently pulled Charlotte's arm out. Using two fingers that Hanna first touched at Charlotte's wrist, then at her elbow, an effect takes place at Charlotte's senses. Where there was warmth from her elbow to her wrist, she grits her teeth, when she felt it was suddenly cold. She knelt, trying to understand the coldness of her arm from her elbows to her fingers. "What the…? Hanna… What is this…?! It's so cold…"

"A complex formation of inverse temperature spells applied to your nerves, from your elbow to your fingers. See how that took a short while?" Hanna explained that, seeing that Charlotte was experiencing the cold from one part of her body when in fact it was hot around them.

"M-make it stop! It's creepy when I'm feeling like this…!" Charlotte couldn't stand feeling cold on her arm when the rest of her body feels otherwise. "This is next level… Uhhhn…!" She saw Hanna kneel next to her and applied fingers from her wrist, and again to her elbows, before making a gesture of closing her own hand to cover her palm. Soon, Charlotte was starting to gain warmth again from her arm. "I'm… back to normal?"

Hanna nods, eventually closing her eyes and concentrating. She was removing the appearance of her tattoos from her body, and it was fading from her face and her hand. "You seem to be. For others, I'd appear normal too."

"You're… you're like a goddess. I couldn't understand it, but… There was magic application in it but I couldn't see it!" Charlotte said that while seeing Hanna stand up and offer her arm. "What… are you?"

Hanna sighs, eventually helping Charlotte to stand. "One word describes me: Great." As she helped Charlotte up, she walks to the jeep. "But for my reputation to work in reality, I have to prove it. Charlotte, you experienced it first-hand. I want you to be there for this to come into fruition."

Charlotte follows Hanna as they boarded the jeep. "Wherever you go… I'll follow." She said it just as Hanna started the jeep.

Hanna – Years of expertise and so many things were open to me. It'll take time for everyone to see what I've learned, but I have an obligation to everyone in the world first, especially to a Fuso witch I've gotten to take interest of. It's time I see her, and soon…

Sicily Base, Romagna…

1853 hours…

Kathryn was able to gather the Joint Special Force unit. Georgia Paulsen, Hera Kuhn, Yoshikawa Michiko, and Helena Maximoff gathered right next to Lina Leiber's gravestone. And the captain started out her speech. "Now more than ever, I think I want to make things clear. We shouldn't isolate ourselves from other witches. We're the only ground reconnaissance unit that has ever existed, save for tank striker units in Africa and other parts of the world. But we're usually the ones who are first to clear out undesirables from the dirtiest parts. It doesn't just include Neuroi, but anything domestic-wise too. That scarred each of us ever since we started working together. So… As soon as I'm able to talk to a commanding officer, I'll be asking that we'd be a special forces unit to closely assist a joint fighter wing." As she stated that, the other four were paying closer attention to her. "We've been hands-on for quite a while that we've been forgetting to settle down when we feel like it. We've been taking dirty laundry longer than we realize, and we should start being part of a family. And what do we feel when each operation arises for us?"

Helena decided to answer for Kathryn. "I'd say we feel like lost orphans."

Yoshikawa replied next. "Agreed. We've… been nothing but devoted to our tasks, Captain."

"And we've lost Lina in that devotion." Kuhn spoke next. "I think my definition of luck is different from the rest of you guys."

"Eh, my luck isn't really changing." Paulsen replied next. "Because I don't believe in an inch of it."

Kathryn sighs, hearing the different inputs of her teammates. "Believe what you all have to. But we've been operating for the world's armed forces hands-on way too long for three years. I think it was about time we're aligned to a primary unit until we all split up."

Kuhn then spoke up. "So which unit do you have in mind then?"

"The 501st." Kathryn replied. "Until recently, we've only known that their unit is composed of fly-witches. There's no ground force unit that's known to be formidable except for MG-units mounted on their jeeps. If it's still possible, we could extend our stay with the unit until this war blows over. Because I don't believe the war will always be over. Not with how the Neuroi had allied with the new faction. We're going to try and hold our ground with them… for as long as it takes. Because if there's going to be something I'd value… it's family." The other four seemed to take this well, even giving Kathryn smiles from Yoshikawa and Kuhn. "We've been given secret tasks long enough. I'm doing this for our sake. Our existence is always brief, but we make the most of it."

"Brief existence with good memories?" Paulsen replied. "I think I'm all down for it, Ma'am."

Yoshikawa nods. "We'll face this road together. I'm in."

Maximoff speaks next. "Would Lida even allow this? Well… I don't care! I don't answer to her anyway!" She exhibits a hearty laugh.

Kuhn was the only one remaining, and looked at Kathryn. The other three looked at her for that response, and Hera nods. "I think we're taking a step in the right direction. Plus… Lina didn't get a chance to settle down with a unit except ours. This was her family. And I'm glad to know that ours gets to join another to make us more formidable. Kathryn, I'm with you."

"Thank you," Kathryn said this and she had the other four join her in a hug. "It was a long while since we talked like this…"

Meanwhile… Eila was at Sanya's bed in their room. She was alone with the lights on and she figured Sanya would be there. No luck. It seemed Sanya already left for the hangar for tonight's patrol. But something else was seen on Sanya's bed. Besides with the sheet properly fixed on the bed, there was a note that was left there. Eila then took it in her hand and read the contents of it.

Taking a few minutes, she took every word of Sanya's writing into mind and dropped the card. Immediately running out of the room and onto the corridor in tears, she was rushing to the hangar. "No, you idiot…!" She muttered that to herself as she kept running.

And Sanya at this time was already in the air in her striker unit, not carrying her usual Fliegerhammer, but a Bren Light Machine Gun instead. There was also a bag strapped on her back when she flew away from the base. Keeping her abilities activated, she kept scanning for hostiles with her Magic Antennae. One thing in her mind resonated throughout her flight: 'For their sake… they don't deserve me… not in the state I'm in. Hope was the only thing that kept me afloat. With that gone… I'd rather live differently.'

And before she knew it, she was already at a great distance, travelling westward towards the Alboran Sea...

Sanya – Dear Eila… I have to be honest about this. I've changed… after what's happened. I'll never find my center so easily ever again. And the value of family had suddenly dissipated. And with the values Minna had been able to entrust onto all of us, I feel as if I'm going to hurt everybody. I can't stand that the 501st would change, which is why I must leave to prevent that hurt to come. Eila… if you read this, please don't come for me. Don't even remember me. Don't even remember that we were closer than just friends. It's better if you forget me. For our own good… For the good of the world. Because for my sake… I'll be hunting down my parents' killers myself.

Goodbye… Sanya.

In a round monitor, a night witch was flying in high altitude. The perspective was coming from a Neuroi submarine that was cloaked from the surface. And looking at the monitor was Genie herself, humanoid in form and having a fantastic body, partially resembling as a human with the rest of her body blue in color along with her eyes. She watched the monitor with the night witch continuously flying away from the base at Sicily. And recognizing that appearance, she half-expected Sanya would run away. It seems Genie was right, because Sanya isn't following the usual patrol route.

This made Genie chuckle. "All according to plan. It seems it actually worked. Now… They're vulnerable."