Volume 1, Chapter 5: Tell no lies

Undercover

Underground interrogation room, Frozen Prison, 5th Floor, Nazarick

The images of the battle outside of Carne left Nigun with a dread never before experienced. Nigun's core was sufficiently rattled by the sheer scope of the devastation and the colossal strength demonstrated by the two unknown individuals.

He was left with a huge concern in his mind: who were these mystery individuals, and what were their intentions? How could they easily eliminate a whole squad of well-trained soldiers?

Nigun couldn't help but wonder whether they were a part of something bigger, something more frightening. They were far more powerful than anything he had ever seen, leaving him feeling completely defenseless and exposed. Nigun wondered if they were even humans, given how easily they controlled the environment and evaded attacks.

He felt a sensation of impending dread come over him as the terrifying notion crossed his mind that these people may be the harbingers of an approaching calamity. He made an effort to focus on something else, but his thoughts kept returning to these people's imposing presence.

His heart is thumping in his chest as he awakens in a cold sweat. He can still clearly recall the event because it happened so recently. He attempted to move, but his arm felt weak and heavy. He panicked when he saw he was dangling from the ceiling by a chain. The room was barely illuminated, creating a gloomy and frightening atmosphere.

When he attempted to shake the chain off, it simply rattled loudly and resounded throughout the room. He could see dried blood on his wrist and realized that he must've been hanging there for quite some time. His thoughts raced with concerns about how he got into this terrifying circumstance as he fought to free himself.

He peered around the dark room and noticed one of his subordinates hanging from the ceiling, motionless and pallid, his lower half twisted at an unusual angle, and blood spilling over the floor. He began to panic as he desperately looked for any hints or ways to get away. His terror was heightened by the odor of decay and the strange quiet, which made him wonder if he was imprisoned in some sinister nightmare.

"I'm surprised to see you're still alive," a voice from the shadows said.

As he searched for the source of the sound, he froze, his pulse racing in his chest. The voice continued, "But don't worry, you won't be for long." The terrifying words sent chills down his spine and made him even more desperate to escape before it was too late.

"Who or what are you, and where am I?" He stammered, his voice shaking with terror. The voice laughed sinisterly, reverberating across the night.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," it said cryptically, sending a shiver down his spine. He realized he had to get out of this nightmare circumstance and find the truth before it engulfed him completely.

A dark silhouette could be seen moving in the distance, barely apparent against the pitch-black surroundings. His heart hammered faster in his chest with each stride. The figure showed itself to be a lovely woman wearing a full-body rubber suit, holding a meathook in her right hand with blood splattered on her face and a terrifying smile. As she approached, he sensed something off-putting about her presence. Her eyes appeared to possess a darkness that made him shudder, and her unsettling grin just added to his dread.

"Good night, captain of the Sunlight Scripture, Nigun... Grid Luin? What kind of name is that?" She purred, her voice dripping with a chilling mix of mockery and amusement.

"Who are you?" he stammered, his voice trembling. The woman's chilling laughter echoed through the night as she responded,

"I'm just an interrogator; don't mind me. But I have some questions for you, Nigun Grid Luin. You see, your actions have consequences, and I'm here to make sure you face them." Her words sent a wave of dread crashing over him as he realized that this woman held knowledge of his darkest secrets.

"Interrogator? So you're here to extract information from me," Nigun Grid Luin said, his voice filled with both fear and defiance. "Well, I won't give you satisfaction. I have been through this before, and I know how to keep my mouth shut. You may think you have power over me, but I won't let you break me."

"Your men said exactly the same thing," she remarked, a malicious grin on her lips as she pointed to the dead man still hanging from the ceiling in chains. "It didn't take long for him to spill, and the last thing he said was that he was just following orders, in which he and his team were kept in the dark, and that you are his commanding officer, therefore you are ultimately responsible for his actions." Her eyes gleamed with a combination of curiosity and defiance as she leaned in closer. "So, how long do you think you can keep your secrets hidden for? The truth will always find its way out."

"Yeah? What can a fragile-looking woman like you possibly do to uncover my secrets?" he scoffed, a smug smile playing on his lips. "I've been in this game for years, and I've outsmarted countless adversaries. You underestimate me." She cackled mockingly, her laughter echoing through the room.

"Oh, fuck. I haven't laughed like this in a long time. Also, in response to your inquiry, why don't you ask your men? Oh, no, you can't because he's dead. He didn't even fight for his life, and I haven't even gone serious; I'm still on level 2 of 10 in terms of difficulty. But, because you believe you're stronger than him, "captain," let's skip the first two levels and jump right to the third." She stated it with a wicked grin and confidence in her eyes.

"What?" Nigun asked, confused. "What do you mean by skipping the first two levels?"

"You see, level 3 is where the real fun begins," she went on, a nasty grin on her face.

"What the fuck is a level 3?" said the captain, his voice shaking with terror. As she drew in closer, the woman's smile widened, her eyes shining with cruel joy.

"Level 3," she said quietly, "is when I start getting creative with my torture methods. It's the point at which pain becomes an art form, and your agony becomes my masterpiece. I am the maestro of suffering, and your body is my canvas." Her voice was full of malice as she delighted in the captain's mounting anxiety. She took a glass of crimson liquid off the table and swirled it about, a nasty smirk on her face.

"You see, I'm not allowed to conduct such brutal experiments unless there's a compelling reason. But, happily, he told me to "enjoy myself" and allowed me complete freedom to explore the depths of my cruel mind. There are no bounds to the atrocities I can inflict on you now. Every scream and moan will be music to my ears as I compose a symphony of agony that will leave you pleading for mercy." She took a leisurely sip from the glass, relishing the thought of the captain's imminent torture.

"He? You mean the tall guy with the black armor?" Nigun asked, his voice filled with curiosity and a hint of fear. The woman nodded, a sinister smile spreading across her face as she replied,

"Yes, that's him. He didn't want to do it, so he gave me the honor in his place. I must say, I was quite pleased when he approached me with the proposition. But let's not waste any more time talking about him. I only have two hours; what do you say we get straight to the main event?"

Nigun's heart raced as he processed the woman's words, realizing the gravity of the situation. He couldn't help but wonder what awaited him during this impending torment. The woman picked up a glass of red liquid and showered it over Nigun's face, the liquid dripping down his chin, and somehow he felt rejuvenated by its touch. The woman's eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and sadistic pleasure.

"What did you just pour on me?" Nigun asked, his voice trembling with both fear and curiosity. The woman smirked, her lips curling into a wicked grin.

"Just a high-grade healing potion; I can't have you dying on me too soon," she said sarcastically. Nigun's perplexity intensified as he attempted to understand the woman's motives.

"Why would you heal me if you plan to torment me?" he questioned, his voice wavering with uncertainty. The woman's sinister laughter filled the room, sending chills down Nigun's spine.

"I have a feeling you won't last the first five minutes of torment without it," she taunted, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "So every time you're on the brink of death, I'll heal you just enough to keep you alive and suffering. And don't you worry about whether I had enough potion to heal you completely? I assure you, I have an endless supply," she said, her voice dripping with malice.

Nigun's heart fell as he grasped the full magnitude of his predicament: he was stuck in an endless circle of misery and torment. She put on a raincoat and goggles and returned to him, holding a bizarre tool with a row of serrated teeth on a moving chain.

"Now..." A wicked smile spread across her face as she pressed a button on the tool. The chain holding the row of serrated teeth whirred to life, moving in a circle along its track. "First question: what is your purpose in attacking the village of Carne? What is your purpose, and who gives you the orders? I advise you to answer truthfully, as your pain will only intensify with each lie you tell." His eyes darted around the room, searching for any possible escape. But he knew there was no way out of this nightmare.

"Go to hell!" he spat defiantly, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation.

"Now now, Nigun, last warning I'm going to give you: who issued the order to attack Carne and assassinate Gazef?" Nigun's defiant response only seemed to amuse the woman. She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with menace. "You seem to forget that we have our ways of making you talk, Nigun. So, I'll ask you one last time: Who gave the order? I assume you know the job of a torturer," she continued, her eyes narrowing with a sinister glint.

"And believe me, I'm very good at what I do. Hell, I'm the finest there is. You have the option of cooperating and sparing yourself undue anguish, or defying us and suffering the repercussions. It is all up to you. I personally want you to choose the latter just for the hell of it, but my superior has instructed me to give you one final chance to provide the information we seek. So, Nigun, I encourage you to think carefully before making your decision."

"Do whatever you want to me," Nigun sneered, his defiance unwavering. "I will never tell you anything. My faith in the Six Gods is unshakeable, and I will not betray them."

"Don't think you're going to meet them just yet, Nigun. We have ways of breaking even the most devout believers. You will talk, one way or another. Now, say hi to this beautiful piece of engineering; we called it a chainsaw. These serrated teeth will cut through your flesh and bones, inch by inch, until you beg for mercy." Nigun's eyes widened with fear, but he remained resolute. "You can torture me all you want, but my loyalty to the Six Gods will never waver. I would rather die than betray them."

"Your left knee it is," the woman snarled, circling Nigun with the chainsaw in hand. "They say the knees are one of the most agonizing places to be in pain. Let us see whether it is correct." She muttered this while lowering her goggles to her eyes, pulling the raincoat hood up over her head, and menacingly revving the chainsaw.

His heart pounds in his chest as he steels himself for the agony that awaits him, understanding that escape is no longer an option. She places the chainsaw in front of his left knee and carefully slides it forward, the serrated teeth digging into his flesh.

Nigun's cries fill the room as searing pain shoots through his body, causing him to tremble in pain. The serrated, razor-sharp teeth continue to rip into his skin, bones, and muscles, leaving a path of blood and gore in their wake. Nigun's eyesight blurs as he battles to stay awake, his body convulsing violently from the agony.

"Blimey, this is kind of fun," the woman chuckles sadistically, relishing in Nigun's suffering. "I should've done this more often." The woman's voice echoes with a twisted delight, her eyes gleaming with perverse pleasure.

As the chainsaw cruelly continues its unrelenting assault on his knee, each excruciating second feels like an eternity. Nigun's left leg separated from below the knee and dropped to the floor with a painful thud after the single most excruciating minute of his life.

The agony spreads throughout his body, leaving him gasping for breath and unable to comprehend the horrifying truth that has been pushed upon him. A cruel smile spreads over her lips as she takes up the severed limb, raises it aloft in front of his face, and splashes another healing potion from her vial onto the stump of his leg. The agonizing anguish temporarily decreases, replaced by a tingling feeling as the potion begins to heal his amputated limb.

"Now that you've had a taste of Level 3, I need information about your beloved Slane Theocracy. I require the identities of their operatives, their plans, and any flaws they may have—any and all information on their inner workings. Tell me all you know, and I swear to put a bullet through your skull as soon as possible," she sneers, her eyes glittering with cruel satisfaction. Nigun's mind races, divided between the pain flowing through his body and the terror of what would happen if he refused to participate.

"Go..." Nigun whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible.

"Go?" The woman leaned closer to Nigun, her expression shifting from sadistic pleasure to curiosity.

"Go fuck yourself," Nigun snarled, collecting his last ounce of defiance. The woman smiled maliciously, her delight visible in her eyes.

"Bravo! I like your confidence," she said, her voice oozing with admiration and amusement. "Round 2 then," she said, her voice full of enthusiasm. "I expected you to fight, and goddamn, I was right. You know how to keep me entertained. Please, let me introduce you to my subjects."

She snapped her finger, and four female guards emerged from the shadows, surrounding Nigun, wearing the same raincoat and goggles and carrying the exact same chainsaw as her.

"Girls, show our guest here what's on the special menu for tonight," she said, a sly grin on her face. The guards laughed as they approached Nigun, their chainsaw blades gleaming in the dim light.

As the guards moved in on Nigun, their chainsaws closed in on him, and their eyes glittered with sadistic joy. With twisted delight, the woman sipped her drink and watched what was about to happen come together. As Nigun's fate hung in the balance, the atmosphere in the room became tight, his heart thumping in his chest.

The woman relaxed back in her chair, crossed her legs, and smiled contentedly. She opened a Vynil record album and began flicking through the pages, seemingly undisturbed by the imminent peril, until halting her attention and settling on a certain record.

'Hmm? 'Winter... classic,' she murmured aloud, her eyes twinkling with a malicious gleam. She placed the record on the turntable with a flick of her wrist and delicately dropped the needle onto its surface.

The record began to play a haunting violin melody, filling the room with a melancholic yet captivating atmosphere. As the four female guards walked closer and closer to Nigun, they lowered their goggles and revved up their chainsaws, slowly examining his body and choosing which limb to start with.

"Oh, and, Nigun... enjoy the symphony of your demise," she said quietly, a malicious smirk on her lips. Except for the eerie tune and chainsaw revving that seemed to taunt Nigun's imminent destiny, the room went silent. She poured another bottle of wine, savoring the smell of the rich, aged grapes as it filled the glass. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and taking a sip, relishing the anticipation of the gruesome spectacle about to unfold. The flickering candlelight danced on her face, casting sinister shadows that mirrored the darkness in her heart.

"Girls... let the show... begin."

Intro song :

Voices by Disturbed

Conference Room, 9th Floor of Nazarick

Pandora and Narberal return to Nazarick after both battles they participated in at Carne Village. They have already ordered their peers to assemble in the conference room for a debriefing. As they enter the room, they notice the tense atmosphere among them.

Pandora takes a deep breath, preparing himself to address the concerns and questions that are sure to arise during the meeting. He looks around the room, taking in the faces of his peers. Their expressions range from curiosity to apprehension, and Pandora knows that it is his responsibility to ease their worries and provide them with the information they seek.

He takes his place at the head of the table, with Narberal by his side. As the others settle into their seats, Pandora coughs to clear his throat, signaling that he is ready to begin. The room falls silent; all eyes are now focused on him.

"Thank you for joining me today, everyone. I value your attendance and the time you have taken out of your hectic schedules. Today, we have an important agenda to address, and I can promise you that your thoughts and ideas are greatly appreciated. Let us get right to work on the issue at hand and work together to achieve success. Charon, please bring up the essential data and any project updates you have. I encourage everyone to join fully in the debate and to voice any concerns or thoughts they may have. Let us work together to build an open and collaborative atmosphere in which we can solve any difficulties and develop inventive answers."

[Affirmative. activating the holographic projector display now. Inserting all known data. All data is confirmed and up-to-date. Displaying data now.]

As Charon finished his announcement, the holographic projector in the middle of the circular table lit up, projecting a detailed visual representation of the current situation. The display showed various known individual, group, and environmental factors that were relevant to the challenges at hand. Everyone gathered around the table, their eyes fixed on the holographic display.

"This is the first location we establish contact with: the village of Carne. It is situated near the edge of the forest, which the locals refer to as the forest of Tob. This village housed a population of approximately 100 residents from 20 different families," Pandora explained, pointing to a cluster of dots on the holographic map.

"Their main source of income was agriculture, with crops such as wheat, corn, and soybeans being their primary focus." The holographic display also showed the village's proximity to a nearby water stream near the edge of the forest, which served as their primary water source for irrigation and daily needs."

"Yesterday, the Special Intelligence Division reported an attack on the village by a platoon of knights disguising themselves with armor from the Baharuth Empire. We believe they're tasked with inciting chaos to draw the attention of an individual by the name of Gazef Stronoff. Gazef Stronoff, a renowned warrior and the Captain of the Kingdom's Warrior Troop, is highly respected for his skills and loyalty."

"The attackers' motive remains unclear, but it is suspected that they aim to get him out of the picture to weaken the kingdom's defense. Gazef Stronoff's presence alone is enough to deter potential invaders, making him a key asset in maintaining stability within the kingdom. If the attackers succeed in eliminating him, it could create a power vacuum and leave the kingdom vulnerable to further attacks."

"However, they are not the main force; their sole purpose was to draw him out, eliminate his escort as best they could, and reduce his number. The main attacking force was following his group to the village as soon as he left a nearby fortress city, E-Rantel. The main attacking force, consisting of highly skilled magic casters and battle-hardened warriors, is led by their captain, Nigun Grid Luin."

"This group was one of the six scriptures from the Slane Theocracy, a powerful nation known for its religious zeal and militaristic strength. The six scriptures were elite units like our very own Black Ops Division, trained to carry out covert operations and execute high-risk missions. Nigun, as the captain of this formidable force, was known for his strategic brilliance and ruthless determination to fulfill their mission." The holographic projection showed a rotating 3D rendering of Nigun. Everyone in the room paid close attention to the holographic projection.

Pandora then continued, "Fortunately, Narberal and I, along with our agents, managed to eliminate both groups, preventing further losses to the village. Gazef lost half of his men in the process, but he survived and is now on his way back to the capital of Re-Estize. Our satellite tracking of him shows that he has reached the outskirts of the capital safely."

"By saving him, we managed to put him in debt to us, which will be advantageous for future negotiations and alliances. Gazef's men observed our battle with Nigun's group, so we can assume Gazef has been informed of our strengths and capabilities. This knowledge could potentially deter any future aggression from him or his allies, but it could also put us at a disadvantage since we have shown our cards too early, potentially drawing too much attention to our organization."

"I expect someone will start to investigate who Narberal and I are, where we come from, and what our true intentions are. This could lead to unwanted scrutiny and potential threats to our mission. It is crucial that we remain cautious and vigilant in order to protect our identities and the secrecy of our objectives. We may need to consider implementing additional measures to ensure our safety and maintain the element of surprise in future encounters."

Everyone listened closely to Pandora, and he continued, "Now, we have managed to bring Nigun and his lieutenant that led the first group, Baravac, to Nazarick and have been served the best of what Neuro and her room full of sick and twisted experiments have to offer. She managed to obtain valuable information from them, shedding light on their plans and potential threats to our organization."

Everyone instantly glanced towards Neuro, munching on a plate of cookies, her mischievous grin hinting at the dark secrets she held. The room fell silent, knowing very well how she had a knack for extracting information out of someone, whether willingly or not.

"Stupid question, but I've got to ask anyway. Just what the hell did you do to them anyway?" Yuri asked, breaking the tense silence. The curiosity in her voice was evident as she leaned forward, awaiting Neuro's response.

"Have you ever twisted a human leg like a pretzel? Or pulled someone's still beating heart out of their chest? Those screams are just satisfying; you should try them someday. And don't get me started on the chainsaw; those things can really make a mess. I practically showered in blood that day." Neuro's voice dripped with a chilling nonchalance as she described her sadistic actions.

Yuri raised her eyebrow, disgusted and disturbed by Neuro's response. She couldn't fathom how someone could find pleasure in causing such harm to others. It made her question the true nature of Neuro's twisted mind.

"Didn't Pandora tell you to "question" the captives and not cut them like lamb chops?" Yuri furrowed her brow, struggling to comprehend Neuro's lack of empathy.

"And I did, both times, actually," Neuro replied, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Let's just say they're not easy to persuade with less dramatic methods. So I had to ask Pandora for his clearance to allow me to resort to more extreme measures. But don't worry; I always make sure to extract the necessary information and release the poor guy out of his misery." Neuro stated it with a hint of sadistic satisfaction.

"How can you enjoy doing shitty things like that?" Yuri asked, unable to hide her disgust. Neuro's grin only widened as she shrugged nonchalantly.

"I guess it's just the thrill of power and control," she replied, her voice dripping with amusement. "Besides, someone has to do the dirty work, right?"

"You don't say," Yuri said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't imagine finding pleasure in someone else's suffering. It's just not right." Neuro's expression remained unchanged, a chilling reminder of her twisted nature.

"Come on, don't give me that fucking holier-than-thou attitude," Neuro retorted, her voice laced with a hint of mockery. "I dirty my hands so the others don't have to. It's a necessary evil in this messed-up world. And hey, at least I find some enjoyment in it." Yuri's eyes narrowed; her disdain was evident as she struggled to comprehend Neuro's perspective.

"How vain of you to consider yourself a "necessary evil"; that twisted sense of self-importance is truly repulsive," Yuri replied, her voice dripping with contempt. "There is nothing admirable about reveling in the darkness and causing harm to others. It's a cowardly excuse for your own sadistic tendencies."

"That's damn rich coming from you. Last time I remember, your hands aren't exactly clean either," Neuro retorted, a sly smile playing on her lips. "We all have our own ways of navigating this twisted world, Yuri. Mine may be darker, but at least I embrace it instead of hiding behind a facade of righteousness."

"I don't see how your twisted ways are any better," Yuri replied, her voice dripping with disdain. "Embracing darkness and causing harm is never justified, no matter how you try to justify it. There's always a choice to do what's right, even in this twisted world."

"Then you're a fucking naive fool," Neuro spat, her eyes narrowing with contempt. "You'll learn soon enough that the world doesn't reward righteousness. It devours it. Try to see it from my perspective; do what I do, and maybe you'll understand why I've chosen this path. "

"No, thanks. I'll just stick with delivering instant kill; that way I won't dirty my hands," Yuri retorted, her voice laced with a mix of sarcasm and disdain.

"Aww, then where's the fun in that?" Neuro chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "There's an art to getting your hands dirty, my dear Yuri. It's all about the thrill of the chase and the satisfaction of seeing your enemies crumble before you."

Demiurge, who was listening to Neuro's, decided to chime in as well, saying, "I somewhat agree with Neuro, Yuri. Delivering pain is an art rarely mastered. It's not just about physical harm but also the psychological torment that comes with it. The power and control you feel when you break someone down is exhilarating." His sinister smile matched the darkness in his eyes, making Yuri question the true nature of her peers.

"See? He gets it," Neuro chimed in, nodding in agreement with Demiurge. "The thrill of manipulating someone's emotions and watching them crumble under your influence is a unique kind of power. Sure, it might be nasty and not everyone's cup of tea, but for those of us who revel in it, there's nothing quite like it. I can't quite explain the rush that comes with it. It's like a surge of adrenaline, knowing that you have the ability to control and manipulate others to your advantage. It's a dark and twisted satisfaction that only a select few can truly understand and appreciate."

"You know what? Forget I ever asked you about this. I don't want to know whatever twisted satisfaction you derive from it. It's unsettling to think about the potential harm that can be caused by such power. Let's just get back to the original topic and move on from this disturbing conversation." Yuri looked at Pandora as if urging him to stop this off-topic conversation and bring the focus back to their original discussion.

Pandora coughs and nods, realizing that her conversation with Neuro has taken a dark turn. He quickly steered the conversation back to their original topic, hoping to leave behind the unsettling thoughts that had been brought up.

"Now, where were we again? Ah yes, through Neuro's interrogation, we managed to obtain some crucial information about what the theocracy has intended to do. Neuro, if you will, please share the details you uncovered during the interrogation. It's important that we stay focused on this information and strategize our next steps accordingly." Pandora directs the attention to Neuro.

"Thank you, Pandora. Through my torture session with Baravac and Nigun, I was able to extract valuable information regarding the theocracy's plans. The theocracy planned to eliminate Gazef to weaken Re-Estize's military power since he is the most powerful human in the kingdom. Gazef comes from a common background but has proven himself to be an exceptional warrior and leader, earning the king's respect and admiration and granting him a noble title."

"The nobles of the kingdom didn't approve of this and saw Gazef as a threat to their own power and influence. However, Gazef's loyalty to the king and his dedication to protecting the kingdom made him a beloved figure among the common people. So some of the noble families plotted to assassinate Gazef on the field away from the kingdom to make it look like a tragic accident or the result of an enemy ambush."

"What's worse is that the underground organization that helped these nobles carry out their plans was directly feeding Slane Theocracy with information about Gazef's movements and vulnerabilities. Apparently, when he sets off to Carne, he does not bring the kingdom's five treasures, probably plotted by these nobles to further weaken his defenses against Sunlight Scripture's attack." Neuro explained it to everyone.

"Excuse me, I have something to add about the Eight Fingers." Nigredo raised her hand and spoke up. "While we have yet to send scouts to infiltrate the kingdom, we have observed a group of potentially dangerous individuals who seem to be affiliated with Eight Fingers with our satellite. They go in and out of a certain establishment in the city, suggesting a possible base of operations. However, their movements are highly guarded, and it is difficult to gather concrete evidence against them."

"Our satellites have detected traces of narcotics, along with many women chained and dragged to the establishment," Aureole continued. "My best guess? A potential human trafficking operation exploiting vulnerable individuals for profit"

Shalltear also joined in the discussion, saying, "Our scouts too have reported suspicious activities in the forest just outside the Re-Estize capital. They have reported a small army of armed individuals gathered in a small camp in the forest. Scouts report that their weapons and armor are not standard issue for any known military or mercenary group in the region. They may also be a part of Eight Fingers."

"Thank you for your additional reports, Nigredo, Aureole, and Shalltear. This will help us better understand the situation and make informed decisions," Pandora stated, expressing gratitude to the three members who provided valuable information.

"Now, before I start issuing orders, any questions? Pandora scanned the room, his gaze lingering on each member of the team.

"Very well. Now that we have enough intelligence, our diplomacy specialists and their teams can begin their operation to infiltrate the kingdom by posing as trade companies. They will conduct their investigation and gather crucial information about the kingdom's inner workings, political landscape, and potential allies or adversaries. This will enable us to devise a strategic plan and make informed decisions during the mission. I would advise everyone to be ready to change and adapt to new situations and challenges that may arise during the operation. Flexibility and quick thinking will be key to ensuring the success of our mission. It is important for our specialists to establish trust and build relationships with key individuals within the kingdom to gain further insights and leverage potential alliances to our advantage."

Pandora glanced at Sebas, the team's specialist in diplomacy and negotiation. "Sebas, your expertise in building rapport will be crucial in establishing those connections," he said. "Remember to approach each interaction with respect and open-mindedness, as it will help us navigate any cultural differences and foster mutual understanding."

"I will execute this task with utmost professionalism and sensitivity," Sebas replied confidently. "In addition, I would like to ask other divisions for assistance should we encounter any challenges beyond my expertise. I'm fully aware my teams are fully capable of disposing of any unwanted adversaries, but to maintain our cover and ensure the success of our mission, it would be wise to not engage in any unnecessary conflicts or confrontations. We request that the Black Ops Division handle these adversaries in our stead, as they are specifically trained for covert operations and have the necessary skills to handle such situations effectively. Their expertise in handling high-risk scenarios will greatly enhance the chances of a successful mission outcome while minimizing any potential risks or complications." Sebas said, looking at Shalltear, Solution, and CZ. Sebas' words were met with nods of agreement from Shalltear, Solution, and CZ.

"That is an excellent point, Sebas." Pandora added, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Your cover would be the most important aspect to maintain during these missions. If you feel that a problem arises, immediately contact them and retreat." Sebas nodded, acknowledging Pandora's advice.

"Absolutely, Pandora. Shalltear, I shall rely on you to provide backup and ensure our escape routes are secure." Sebas said, looking directly at Shalltear.

"Sure, just call me in the moment you need me." Shalltear replied confidently. Solution and CZ exchanged glances, silently expressing their agreement with Sebas' decision.

"One last thing, I forgot to tell you all," Narberal added, stepping forward. "The older sibling, which we saved back in Carne, has figured out our identities. Our arrival here is apparently already prophesied by religious followers of the 41 Supreme Beings. They believe we are the chosen ones who will bring about a new era. One of the things that she told me was that the first sign of this prophecy coming true was the boom that caused earthquake-like tremors throughout the entire world. And two, every mortal being will receive an increase in power and abilities the longer they are in our presence, whether physically or intellectually, which she displayed by being able to piece together fragments of information through observation and intuition alone."

"Wait. So you're telling me that not only has our arrival been prophesied, but it also has a profound impact on the world and its inhabitants?" Albedo asked with worried eyes.

"Yes. And that's not even the worst part," Narberal replied grimly. "The prophecy also foretells of a great war between us and an army of powerful enemies, and this world will be the battleground where the fate of both sides will be decided. The prophecy also mentions the existence of Nazarick, our home base, or what the mortals of this world refer to as the holy sanctuary. It is said that mortals from around the world will seek shelter and protection around Nazarick, believing it to be the only safe haven against the impending chaos."

"And who foretold this prophecy?" Albedo asked. "Was it someone from our world or a mortal from this realm?" She wondered if the prophecy held any weight or if it was merely a fabrication created by those seeking power or control.

"She didn't know who the prophet was," Narberal replied. "But according to the stories she heard growing up, the prophet was a priestess during the age of the Six, given direct knowledge from the 41 Supreme Beings themselves. It is said that this prophet possesses immense foresighting abilities and is able to accurately predict future events with astonishing accuracy. However, there are also skeptics who believe that the prophecy is nothing more than a myth, passed down through generations for entertainment purposes."

"Great. That's just what we need right now—another factor to complicate our already complex situation." Victim exclaimed, frustrated by the additional layer of complexity added by the prophecy.

"Hold on, now; perhaps we could use this prophecy to our advantage," suggested Aura, trying to find a silver lining amidst the chaos. "What if we reveal ourselves to the world? Slane Theocracy is the common problem of every mortal in this world, and if we can prove that this prophecy is true, it could unite the other nations against them."

"That would be too risky," cautioned Victim, his frustration still evident. "We don't know how mortals will react to the revelation of our existence. It could lead to fear, panic, and even more chaos. And how would they even believe us without any concrete evidence? How would a child of a divine being prove their heritage to a skeptical mortal?" Victim's concerns were valid, as the repercussions of such a revelation could be unpredictable. However, Yuri proposed a different approach.

"Instead of revealing ourselves outright, how about we do it gradually? How about we use this Carne village as a testing ground to gauge the reactions of mortals? We can start by subtly introducing small miracles or blessings and observing how they respond. This way, we can gather evidence and build trust before revealing our true nature. It may take time, but it could be a more effective way to bridge the gap between divinity and skepticism." Yuri's suggestion offered a strategic and cautious approach to addressing Victim's concerns while still working towards the ultimate goal of proving their divine heritage.

"That might actually work," Victim admitted, his skepticism slowly fading. "By starting small and earning their trust, we can gradually reveal our true nature without overwhelming them. It's a patient approach, but it could lead to a stronger bond between mortals and the divine."

"Yeah? Like what?" Aura asked, intrigued by the idea. "What specific steps do you propose we take to gain their trust and reveal our true nature?"

"Why don't we, the diplomacy experts, begin by offering assistance to mortals in their daily lives?" Sebas suggested. "We can help the villagers rebuild their homes, provide medical aid, offer guidance in their agricultural practices, provide security, free education, etc. By actively showing our willingness to help and support them, we can gradually earn their trust and create a sense of unity between mortals and us."

"Their village is pretty wide and would need some serious work if you wanted to build a wall around it for security," added Aura. "It would take time and resources to construct a wall of that scale."

"I'm sure it won't be a problem, Aura. We can allocate our less essential resources and manpower to the construction of the wall," reassured Sebas.

"Well, whoever is going to be in charge of that will need to have a solid plan in place. Isn't Carne close to a fortress city? What do you think would happen if passersby who knew the village suddenly saw a hundred-foot, three-and-a-half-mile wall made of a material none of them had ever seen before? A material that seems impenetrable and out of place in a peaceful village like Carne? It could raise suspicions and potentially lead to conflicts or unwanted attention," suggested Aura.

"She got a point," chimed in Luciant, nodding in agreement. "A wall of that size and strength would definitely draw attention from neighboring villages, towns, and potentially even larger kingdoms. The wall alone could endure more damage than other kingdoms' walls combined. It could provoke envy or even hostility, as it would signify a level of technological advancement that surpasses their own. Additionally, the villagers might question the source of such a material, wondering where and how it was obtained."

The discussion erupts into a heated debate as some of the gathered throw in their concerns about the potential consequences of building such an imposing structure. They argue that it could lead to strained diplomatic relations with neighboring kingdoms, who might perceive it as a show of aggression or dominance.

Others voice worries about the economic implications, questioning whether the strong, durable, and never-before-seen resource used to construct it will lower the price of other building materials, potentially causing financial instability in the region.

"Order!" Pandora slammed his fist on the table to silence the growing cacophony of voices.

Everyone turned their attention towards him, waiting for his next words. Pandora took a deep breath, his expression serious.

"All of your concerns are valid and will be taken into consideration. There are positive and negative side effects to this wall construction suggestion. That is why we're having this meeting today, so let's discuss all the possible implications thoroughly, starting with the positive ones. Demiurge, I need your insights." Pandora looked directly at Demiurge, who was known for his expertise in analyzing potential outcomes.

"First and foremost, one of the benefits of constructing the wall would be increased security, given that we intend to use Carne as a bridge between us, the children of Supreme Beings, and the mortals. If I am correct in my assumption that Carne will receive a significant boost in technological advancements and infrastructure development, it will benefit more than just the residents of Carne; an extremely fortified and strategic location is a place worth considering for trade and commerce, potentially attracting more people to settle there. Carne will grow from a small village unable to support itself to a bustling metropolis with a diversified and active community. That takes us to the negative consequences."

"Because of the amount of attention given to Carne, neighboring kingdoms may become envious and attempt to conquer or exploit Carne for their own gain. For example, if the kingdom in which Carne is located, the Re-Estize kingdom, sees how quickly Carne is developing and the opportunities it provides, they may perceive it as a danger to their own authority and resources. It makes little sense for a tiny village like Carne, whose sole source of revenue is agriculture, to suddenly become more powerful economically and militarily. All sensible kingdom leaders would realize that they would use all means required to have what Carne has."

"Even bigger problems arise if the Re-Estize kingdom discovers who might be wealthy enough to support Carne's growth. I'm assuming they're already aware of the world's economic position, so any news of a rapid spike in economic power in Carne Village would undoubtedly raise concerns and perhaps lead to undesirable violence." Demiurge told this to everyone in the room before turning his head to face Pandora.

"On the other hand, you know how mortals are; it's that damn void in their hearts that drives them to seek power and wealth. Even if we approach them honestly and freely, telling them that we are Supreme Beings' children, they will remain doubtful and wary of us. It's in their nature to mistrust and scrutinize anything that contradicts their views or threatens their present power system. It's something that not even the Supreme Beings can change." Demiurge sighed in resignation.

"This all seems too complicated; why can't we just come knocking on their door and say, 'Hey, mortals, we are the children of the Supreme Beings, here to bring you peace and prosperity? So lay down your weapons and allow us to assist you.'" Shalltear interposed, her voice brimming with rage. "That would save us a tremendous amount of time and effort. But sad mortals are frequently hesitant to change, especially when it comes from superior entities. How hard can it be for children to comprehend that we simply want the best for them? Sometimes it's like trying to argue with a brick wall." Shalltear said, her arms crossed and shaking her head in dismay.

"Why can't you use that teeny-tiny brain of yours to come up with a better solution, ya fucking dingus?" Aura rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Did you not hear what Lord Momonga said in the Grand Square? The descendants of the Six are being supported by a mysterious, most certainly powerful organization capable of not only ambushing an entire squad of Black Sky, our most elite operators, but also successfully strolling right under our nose and stealing crucial information. We're clearly up against a highly capable and well-connected adversary; exposing our identities to mortals too soon will only put us at a disadvantage! Sheesh, you can be such a fucking moron at times." Aura expressed her dissatisfaction through her voice.

"Because I don't want to wait and see our enemies gain even more power and resources. Every second we waste discussing puts us at greater risk. This cat and mouse bullshit isn't doing us any good; I say we go big or go home. As the saying goes, "high risk, high reward." Shalltear responded to Aura's worries.

"You're talking about abandoning our stealthy strategy and throwing discretion and the element of surprise out the fucking window. Our lives are at stake here, Shalltear. We can't afford to make hasty judgments because we're impatient. We require a well-thought-out strategy that reduces casualties while increasing our chances of victory. Rushing into something without thinking about the repercussions might be our undoing. Stop fooling around and consider the bigger picture." Aura responded, her arms folded and her face solemn.

"Oh, so you're comfortable sitting here doing nothing while our enemies are potentially gaining the upper hand?" Shalltear snapped back, her voice dripping with frustration. "We can't just wait for the perfect moment to strike. Sometimes, taking calculated risks is necessary to achieve our goals." She leaned forward, her eyes locked with Aura's.

"That's fucking suicidal, you oversized mosquito. You basically want all of us to throw ourselves into a pit of certain death," Aura replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. "There's a difference between taking calculated risks and being reckless. We need a plan, not blind impulsiveness." She maintained her unwavering gaze, refusing to back down.

"No sacrifice, no victory." Shalltear stands up from her chair, leaning forward towards Aura.

"Don't you fucking quote that line to me," Aura said, her annoyance palpable in her tone. "If you want to die, that's fine, but don't expect us to follow in your foolish footsteps." Aura's comments hung in the air, the tension between the two growing with each passing second.

"That's enough, both of you!" Pandora once again slammed his hand on the table, his voice booming through the room. The sudden interruption silenced the heated argument, and all eyes turned to him. "We are a team," Pandora continued, his gaze shifting between Shalltear and Aura. "Both of you calm your heads and remember why we are here. We have a mission to accomplish, and we cannot afford to let personal conflicts get in the way."

He looked around the room, his eyes meeting the concerned and tense expressions of his peers before continuing, "Now, I like both your perspective and opinion of our current situation, and I think there's a benefit in doing both at the same time. This may sound counterintuitive, but I think we could achieve a better outcome if we stayed in the shadows while still making our presence known, so let's discuss this approach. Aura, I want to hear your thoughts." As he spoke, Aura leaned forward, her brows furrowed in deep thought.

"Well, I think that revealing our cards too soon could potentially backfire on us," Aura responded. "However, if I were to reveal my identity to mortals, I would definitely begin with the elves. They are more likely to understand and accept our presence since they have a strong connection with nature. Furthermore, the majority of them are devoted believers of ancient traditions and beliefs, which may make them more open to the possibility of supernatural beings like ourselves. According to the intelligence obtained by Nigredo and Aureole's Special Intelligence Division via satellite, the elves revere the 41 Supreme Beings, with my mother and Lord Blue serving as patron gods. What do you anticipate will happen when their patron gods' heavenly son and daughter unveil themselves to the elves?" Aura shared her speculation with a hint of excitement.

"Hmm, you made a rather intriguing point," replied Pandora, pondering the potential outcome. "Considering the elves' deep-rooted reverence for their patron gods, it is possible that their belief in supernatural beings will be reinforced. The revelation of the divine son and daughter could make it easier for us to establish a stronger alliance with the elves, as they may see us as a direct connection to their patron gods. Nigredo, do we know where the elven capital is located? I want both Aura and Mare to visit the capital and personally meet with the elven leaders. This will allow them to showcase their divine heritage and further solidify our potential alliance."

"That's where things get complicated, Pandora. They're located just south of the Slane Theocracy, their capital, which is in the vicinity of a crescent-shaped lake, known as the... well, the Crescent Lake. It is said that the elven capital is hidden within the depths of a dense forest, making it difficult to locate for outsiders. The elves also employed powerful enchantments and illusions to protect their city from unwanted intruders."

"Is it protected against space manipulation as well?" asked Pandora, his curiosity piqued.

"Indeed," replied Nigredo. "The elves have mastered the art of space manipulation and have incorporated it into their enchantments. This makes it extremely challenging for anyone to teleport or manipulate space within the vicinity of their city."

"Me and Mare might be able to work this out." Aura said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Yeah? What do you have in mind?" Aureole asked, leaning in closer to hear Aura's plan.

"I can't quite explain it, but trust me, this is just a cake walk for us," Aura said confidently.

"I trust your decision, Aura. How soon can you and Mare start working on it?" Pandora asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Give me an hour to gather my thoughts and discuss them with Mare. We'll start working on it right away," Aura replied. "I have a feeling we can make this happen sooner than we think."

"Then I'll leave the details in your capable hands," Pandora said, relieved to have Aura and Mare taking charge. "I have complete faith in your abilities." He then turned to the rest of the team and said, "Let's continue, next topic."

"Narberal and I will go undercover to the nearby fortress city, E-Rantel, to gather more intel for this mission." He glanced towards Shalltear, Solution, and CZ and added, "I need to borrow two from your Black Ops Division to accompany us. Do you have any recommendations for who would be the best fit?"

"Take your pick. McCear is incredibly intelligent and the most well-rounded, but his temper can sometimes get the best of him. Zara is the best long-range expert in her class, but she can be a bit reckless. Rufio is smart and charismatic, but his tendencies to crack inappropriate jokes annoy the fuck out of me." CZ said, considering her options.

"A clown. Now that's my kind of person." Lupusregina said it with a mischievous grin.

"Of course he would; you probably had the exact same brain." Solution retorted, rolling her eyes. "But hey, at least he knows how to lighten the mood and keep things entertaining."

"Lighten the mood and keep things entertaining? If he didn't have his combat expertise and intellectual mind, I would've hanged him for disrespect and lack of professionalism." Shalltear said, furrowing her brow.

"ANYWAY. Lamarr is an excellent defense-oriented fighter, but he is a chicken when it comes to taking chances or confronting unexpected obstacles. Finally, Aetheon is perhaps the most reliable and dependable member of his class. Prodigy-level stealth capabilities, unrivaled weapon accuracy, and the ability to think outside the box make him a priceless addition to any squad." Shalltear continued, her voice filled with admiration.

"I was actually surprised that he didn't try his luck with the Black Sky." CZ inquired, her voice tinted with interest.

"We didn't plan on going all out, so maybe just a close-range fighter and long-range support would suffice. I'm interested in McCear and Zara. Can you tell me a little about their background?" Pandora asked, his eyes glinting with intrigue.

"They were ex-lovers in the same class since the academy days, as far as I know. They served in the army for quite a while after graduating before applying to the Special Forces. Here's where things get funny: neither of them knew the other had applied until they ran into each other during the final selection process, and, as you might expect from former loves, they had a bit of a dramatic reunion. Both received the top ratings during the selection process, which astonished everyone. Because of their skills, they were frequently ordered to work together on missions, although unwillingly, which sometimes resulted in some uncomfortable and awkward situations. Their entire relationship is something you only see in a romantic comedy, filled with hilarious misunderstandings and constant bickering." Solution said to Pandora, chuckling at their past antics.

"But fear not; when the situation called for it, they could put aside their differences and work together seamlessly. Just try to ignore the constant banter and focus on the impressive results they achieved as a team. Oh, and I almost forgot, don't keep them sleeping in the same room." CZ warned Pandora.

"And why is that?" Pandora asked.

"I've heard from some of my division's members that they occasionally heard moaning and bed squeaking coming from their room at night. It appears that they have a proclivity for...extracurricular activities." CZ responded nonchalantly. "You may interpret that information however you see fit."

"Ohhhhhh, tch tch tch," Pandora sighed, shaking his head. "Well, I suppose as long as it doesn't interfere with their work and they maintain professionalism during the day, we can turn a blind eye to it."

"You do you, "team leader"." CZ said monotonely.

"Then I'll take McCear and Zara for my upcoming undercover mission. Can you have them at my office later today? I need to brief them on the mission details and ensure they are fully prepared." CZ nodded in acknowledgment.

"Consider it done. I'll have them ready for you by this afternoon."

Pandora glanced at everyone in the room and said, "If there's nothing else that needs to be discussed, let's wrap up this meeting and get back to work. Aura and Mare, to the elves. Sebas, Lupusregina, Yuri, and Victim go to Carne village and begin our diplomatic outreach program and explain to the village chief about the wall proposition. Narberal and I, along with the two Black Ops operatives, will go undercover to E-Rantel. Any question?"

The team members nodded in understanding, and Pandora continued, "Alright then, this meeting is adjourned."

9th Floor Hall, Nazarick

Pandora and Narberal strolled out of the conference room and into his office, discussing the next steps and planning how to proceed. "Narberal?" he said, looking at Narberal. "Why are you suddenly so quiet? Does something bother you?"

Narberal did not respond right away. Pandora sensed a faint strain in the air, as if Narberal were battling with a choice or her own thoughts. Something was clearly bothering her, and Pandora knew he had to give her the space and time she needed to handle it.

"If you have something you want to share, Narberal, I'm here to listen," Pandora softly soothed her. Narberal came to a halt and turned to face Pandora, her countenance a mix of reluctance and vulnerability. She took a long breath and gathered her thoughts before speaking.

"First, let's go to the office. I'd prefer to discuss it in a more private and comfortable setting," Narberal proposed. Pandora nodded and led the way to their office, giving Narberal the opportunity to open up in a secure and confidential environment.

Narberal closed the door behind them as they entered Pandora's office, providing a sense of solitude. Pandora motioned for Narberal to take a seat on a sofa in the corner of the room.

Narberal sat down next to him, close enough for their thighs to touch against one another. The unexpected physical contact surprised him, but he quickly understood that it brought a degree of comfort and trust to their conversation.

"So... what do you want to talk about?" Pandora asked, breaking the silence. Narberal took a deep breath and leaned her face close to Pandora's, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. She hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I wanted to talk about us," she confessed, her eyes searching Pandora's for any sign of reciprocation. Pandora's expression softened, a hint of curiosity and anticipation flickering in his eyes.

"Go on," he encouraged gently, his hand unconsciously reaching out to rest on Narberal's knee, a subtle reassurance in the midst of vulnerability.

"I've been wanting to open up about my feelings for a while now," Narberal continued, her voice gaining a bit more confidence. "I've realized that I care about you deeply, and I can't ignore these emotions anymore." She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I needed to be honest with you."

Pandora, surprised by Narberal's sudden confession, felt his own heart skip a beat.

"Where does all of this come from?"

Pandora's mind raced as he tried to process Narberal's unexpected vulnerability. He had always seen her as strong and independent, never imagining that she harbored such deep emotions for him.

Curiosity and a hint of hope filled his voice as he asked, "What made you realize your feelings?"

"I never had the courage to admit it before," Narberal replied, her voice trembling slightly. "I've always had feelings for you, but I never thought you would feel the same way. It was only when I saw how you cared for me and how you were always there for me that I realized my feelings were more than just admiration or friendship." Her words hung in the air, creating a sense of anticipation as Pandora waited for her to continue.

"It took me a while to realize that I was in love with you. I couldn't ignore the way my heart raced whenever you were near or how my thoughts constantly revolved around you. It was a daunting realization, but now that I've mustered the courage to admit it, I can't deny my feelings any longer." Narberal's confession left Pandora speechless, unsure of how to respond to the depth of emotions that had been revealed.

Pandora gets up from the sofa and paces back and forth, attempting to understand what Narberal said. He inhales deeply, his mind whirling with competing ideas and emotions. Unsure what to say, he finally stops pacing and looks directly into Narberal's eyes, his own filled with surprise and vulnerability.

"That is a lot to take in," Pandora finally manages to say, his voice trembling slightly. "I never expected...this. I need some time to think about everything."

"Can't you just tell me what you're feeling right now?" She asks softly, her voice filled with genuine concern. Pandora hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words to convey his inner turmoil.

"It's not that simple," he replies, his voice laced with a tinge of frustration. "I need to process everything and sort out my own feelings before I can articulate them to you." Narberal was about to object, but a knock on the door interrupted her, causing both of them to turn their attention towards it. They exchanged a quick glance before Narberal got up to answer it.

"Who is it?" she called out, her voice filled with curiosity.

"It's McCear and Zara, Lady Narberal. You called for us?" McCear said this through the door.

"Good, you both finally arrived," Narberal replied. "Yes, Pandora and I did call for you. Come in; there's something important I need to discuss with both of you."

McCear and Zara stepped into the room and sat on the nearest chairs, eager to hear what Narberal had to say. They knew that when she called for them, it meant there was a matter of utmost importance that required their attention.

"You will be assigned to go undercover with me and Pandora to the Kingdom of Re-Estize; we're going to pose as a new adventuring team in order to gather information on a potential threat to Nazarick. This mission is of utmost importance, and failure is not an option. We will need to blend in seamlessly and earn the trust of the locals while keeping our true identities hidden. I have requested that CZ provide me with two of her best personnel to assist us in this mission, and she recommends you both." Narberal explained.

"She also said that you two have a... complicated history together, but she assured me that you are both highly skilled and capable of working together effectively. So before we begin our journey tomorrow, I want you to tell me about everything that has transpired between the two of you. What happened that led to this complicated history? Why're you both constantly arguing with each other after training, and what's with the moaning sound your fellow division member heard coming from your quarters for the past week?"

Narberal asked McCear and Zara Narberal's stern gaze bore into McCear and Zara, demanding answers to the questions that had been plaguing her mind. She wanted to understand the root cause of their constant arguments and the mysterious noises emanating from their quarters.

"We, uh, were in a relationship before we enlisted in the military, but things didn't work out, so we called it quits. However, it appears that our unsolved difficulties have recently resurfaced, causing violent disagreements and emotional outbursts." Zara nodded in understanding as McCear explained.

"We've been trying to work through our past and find closure, but it's been difficult. We've both understood that we need to confront our unsolved issues in order to move forward and find peace. It's been a difficult path, but we're determined to do the required work to make amends and find closure."

"And as for the moaning sound, we, uh, have been sexually active. It's a way for us to reconnect and express our love for each other. However, we understand that it can be disruptive to others, and we apologize for any inconvenience caused. We're actively working on finding ways to be more considerate of our neighbors while still maintaining a healthy and fulfilling relationship."

Narberal listened to their explanation and nodded understandingly.

"Very well. But please keep in mind that our next task will demand your complete professionalism. We cannot afford any interruptions or diversion during this important task. So, whatever your personal problems are, I want you to put them aside and concentrate completely on the work at hand. When you're undercover, there's no such thing as off duty; therefore, I expect you both to keep your sexual drives and wants in control. The mission's success is our first concern, and any personal conflicts might jeopardize that goal. I am certain that you both recognize the importance of the situation and will take appropriate action." Narberal's stern tone emphasized the importance of maintaining professionalism in their line of work.

"Certainly, ma'am. We will do all in our power to ensure that our personal lives do not interfere with the mission; if such situations arise, we will address them quietly and quickly," Zara responded with a nod.

She glanced at McCear, who mirrored her resolute expression.

"Good," Narberal continued. "We'll go at first light tomorrow. Report to Kater in the armory and have him and his staff prepare your equipment and supplies for the trip, get some rest, and maybe get intimate with your loved ones before we depart," Narberal advised with a small smile.

"Thank you very much, Lady Narberal. Please excuse us while we make the necessary preparations," Zara politely remarked.

McCear continued, "We will ensure that everything is in order and that we are mentally and emotionally prepared for the mission ahead."

They turned to go with a final nod of appreciation, intending to make the most of their time before departing.

McCear and Zara left Pandora and Narberal's office and headed down the 9th floor corridor to the armory, where they would prepare for the next mission.

McCear couldn't help but gaze at Zara as they went and asked, "Zara. Do you want to do it again tonight? We probably won't get another chance like this before we go on this dangerous mission." Zara smiled and nodded, realizing the value of cherishing their moments together in the face of the uncertainty that lay ahead.

"Sure. Let's do it, but I have a request."

"Of course, what is it?" McCear replied, curious about Zara's request.

Zara took a deep breath and said, "I want us to promise each other that no matter what happens during this mission, we'll always find our way back to each other."

"I promise, Zara. No matter what obstacles we face, we will always be together."

They continued to walk the hall before Zara wrapped her arms around McCear's waist, seeking comfort and reassurance in his embrace.

"McC- no... dear?" Zara's voice trembled as she spoke, and her eyes filled with worry. "I can't bear the thought of losing you again. When I heard your team depart for your first mission and get wiped out, you were left in critical condition. I don't know if I can handle that kind of pain again."

McCear's heart ached at Zara's words, understanding the weight of her fears. He reached out and gently cupped her face, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Zara, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to come back to you. I won't let anything or anyone stand in the way of our future together."

Zara's eyes softened, and she leaned into his touch, finding solace in his words. They hugged for a while before she pulled away, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Thank you, McCear," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "Knowing that you're by my side gives me the strength to face whatever comes our way."

McCear held her hand tightly, their fingers intertwining as they walked the corridor together.

"Hey, McCear. I've got one more request," she said, her eyes filled with determination. "Don't pull out tonight."

McCear's eyes widened in surprise, his brows furrowing slightly. "What do you mean, don't pull out?" he asked, confusion evident in his voice. She took a deep breath before responding, her gaze unwavering.

"What the hell do you think when a girl asks her lover "Don't pull out"?" she asked, her tone slightly exasperated. McCear's confusion turned into realization, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Oh," he stammered, "you mean... are you crazy? You want me to... finish inside you? That's hella risky." He struggled to find the right words, his mind racing with thoughts of the potential consequences.

"What's the matter? Most guys would kill for a request like that," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "Come on, don't be such a worrywart. We've been together for years, and I believe you'd make a great father. Plus, we've discussed starting a family before, remember? You and your damn overthinking, fuck. Trust me, we can handle whatever comes our way. Let's embrace this opportunity and create a beautiful future together."

"We aren't even married yet, Zara. Your dad isn't exactly thrilled about us living together, let alone having a child."

"Bitch please. You punched him before, three fucking times, may I add?" Zara said this with her three fingers pointing at him. "And besides, it's our life, not his. And since when are you scared of him?"

"I didn't; I just don't like his negative opinion of me."

"So what are we waiting for? Don't tell me a Black Ops operative like you is afraid of a little disapproval from your future father-in-law."

"Are you sure? This is a big step for both of us," he replied softly, his voice filled with concern. She looked into his eyes, her determination unwavering.

"Yes, I'm sure. It's a symbol of our trust and commitment to each other, and I believe we're ready for it." McCear took a deep breath, his own determination growing.

"Alright then, let's do this together. I trust you completely," he said, his voice filled with love and reassurance. "Your dad is going to kill me when he finds out."

"Oh, he definitely will," she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But we'll face him together, just like we're facing this next chapter in our lives."

"Easy for you to say," McCear replied with a smirk. "You're the one who has to break the news to him."

"The fuck? I thought we were in this together," she exclaimed, her playful tone turning serious.

"If I'm drowning, I'm dragging you down with me," he said, his smirk fading into a genuine look of concern. "I'm just playing with you, but seriously, we'll figure it out together. We always do."

"Goddamn right, you are," she said, a hint of relief in her voice.

"Now come on, Kater is waiting for us. I'd say we roast the fuck out of him, just like the old days," he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"One day he'll have had enough of your antics and finally give us a taste of our own medicine," she chuckled, the memories of their past pranks flooding back.

"Yeah, but what's he going to do? He's a quartermaster; even if he doesn't like me, it's his job to make sure we have what we need," he shrugged, confident in his own mischief. "Besides, we've always managed to charm our way out of trouble before." She nodded, a smirk playing on her lips.

"True, but let's not push our luck too far this time. We don't want to give him a reason to actually turn against us. He might give you a faulty weapon or conveniently "lose" our supplies," she warned, her eyes glinting mischievously. "We'll have to be more discreet with our pranks this time, just to be safe."

"Shit, you're right. Dude's a little dramatic, and he definitely holds grudges. We don't want to end up on his bad side for real." McCear twitched his eyes nervously, his mind racing with thoughts of the potential consequences. "That goddamn overly dramatic attitude of his can really escalate things quickly."

The Armory, 1st Floor, Nazarick

McCear and Zara arrived at the armory on the first floor of Nazarick, their footsteps echoing through the dimly lit corridor. As they entered, the sight of countless weapons and armor greeted them, arranged meticulously on racks and shelves. The air was heavy with the scent of metal and oil, with dozens of staff members bustling about, inspecting and maintaining the equipment.

"Now where is that soap opera actor like Quartermaster?" McCear said to Zara, glancing around the bustling armory.

"Beats me. Hard to look for a short guy in a place where the racks displayed are at least sixty feet high," Zara replied, squinting her eyes to scan the towering shelves.

"If you're here to annoy the fuck out of me, you've succeeded," a voice called out from behind them. They turned to see Quartermaster, a short man with a gruff demeanor, approaching with a smirk on his face.

"Kater... I didn't see you there; maybe grow another foot or two and we'll notice you," McCear retorted sarcastically. Kater chuckled, unfazed by the comment.

"Fucking McCear... How the fuck are you still alive? I thought you died back then during Operation Chasm Run." Kater said, shaking his head in disbelief. McCear shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, you know me, Quartermaster. I've got nine lives," he replied with a mischievous grin.

"I'll be counting the days you finally fucking kick the bucket," Kater muttered under his breath, unable to hide his disdain for McCear. "All those dumb and risky stunts you always pull during high-stakes missions will one day bite you in the ass, and I'd pay good money to see it happen. Old age isn't going to be what takes you down, that's for sure." McCear chuckled, unfazed by Kater's animosity.

"Who are you? My mom? God damn." McCear rolled his eyes, brushing off Kater's comment.

"This is just academy days all over again," Zara thought, watching the two bicker. "Would you two shut the hell up already? Fucking clowns... McCear, just tell him why we're here, and let's get this over with. We don't have time for your petty arguments." Zara's frustration was evident in her voice as she tried to maintain control of the situation.

"I already know; Lord Pandora has already informed me of your next mission. Follow me this way; let's get you geared up so I can enjoy the rest of my day without your damn nonsense." Kater led McCear and Zara towards the melee weapons rack, where a wide array of swords, axes, and maces awaited them.

They entered an isle lined with shelves filled with gleaming weapons of all shapes and sizes. Racks are filled to the brim with deadly tools of destruction, each one begging to be wielded in battle.

"Here we are; let's start with your melee weapons," Kater said, gesturing towards the impressive display. "Choose wisely, as your lives may depend on it."

"How about that third-generation whip sword I've been hearing about, RB-3?" McCear asked, eyeing a sleek, futuristic weapon hanging on the wall. "I would love to try that baby out in the field." Kater nodded approvingly, reaching up to unhook the RB-3 from its display.

"When did you become interested in art?" With a grin, Kater inquired, handing McCear the RB-3. "Bastard sword design: a 40-inch blade 40 times folded from pure tibermalthium, divided into eight sections held together by a series of high-tensile alloy cables stored inside the hilt and a super-strong electromagnetically controlled magnet. It has a built-in lightning and plasma generator, just in case you're feeling really bloodthirsty. Simply push the hilt button and watch the sparks fly."

"Impressive piece of technology," McCear remarked, examining the RB-3 closely. "But I need another, less technological advanced weapon for my mission. Something more discreet and lightweight, yet equally lethal."

"Look around; take a pick," Kater replied, gesturing towards the array of weapons displayed.

"How about that right there?" McCear pointed to a glowing blue sword with a sleek design.

"No no no no fucking no... anything but that!" Kater exclaimed, his eyes widening in alarm. "I'd rather die than let you have it."

"Why is that? What's wrong with the blue sword?" McCear asked, puzzled by Kater's extreme reaction. "It's Noxtroy Industries last ever creation before their demise at the hands of the rebel forces. This is one of those antique collector's items that people would kill for. I had to ask a lot of favors and risk my life to get my hands on it. It's too valuable to just give away." Kater's voice trembled with a mix of fear and desperation as he pleaded with McCear to reconsider.

"Ohh? So you sneak behind your wife's back and risk your life just to acquire a valuable collector's item?" McCear asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure you won't give this to me?"

"I know that look! What the fuck are you thinking inside that twisted mind of yours?" Kater exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of anger and disbelief.

"Remember that night you got fucking wasted and woke up in a stranger's bed? Gee, I wonder how your wife would react if she found out about that." McCear taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. Kater's face turned pale, his eyes widening in shock as he realized the extent of McCear's knowledge. "Last time I checked, your wife isn't exactly known for her control over her temper. Imagine the fireworks that would ensue if she found out about your little escapade." McCear's words hung in the air, creating a tense and uncomfortable atmosphere between the two men.

"You wouldn't dare..." Kater stammered, his voice trembling with fear.

"Want to find out for yourself?" McCear taunted, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"Aaaarghhhh... FINE! I'll "lend" you the sword, "lend" not "give", and you better bring it back in one piece... fucking prick." Kater's face flushed with anger as he reluctantly agreed to McCear's demand.

"Thank you very much, dear Quartermaster," McCear said with a mocking tone, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Rest assured, I'll take good care of it. After all, I wouldn't want to disappoint you."

"You better keep your promise," Kater warned, his voice laced with skepticism. "If anything happens to that sword, you'll regret it." McCear chuckled arrogantly, his confidence unwavering.

"Oh, don't worry," he replied dismissively. "I'll return it to you without a scratch. You have my word."

"Fucking bellend," Kater muttered under his breath, his distrust evident in his eyes. "Zara, what do you need?" Kater asked, turning his attention to Zara, who had been silently observing the exchange.

"I need something less for close range and more for long-range attacks," Zara responded, her voice calm and determined. "I've been practicing my marksmanship, and I believe a bow would be the perfect addition to my arsenal." Kater nodded approvingly, impressed by Zara's dedication to improving her skills.

"Very well," he said, his tone softening slightly. "Let's move to the ranged weapons section." Kater led Zara through the rows of weapons, passing swords, spears, and daggers along the way. Zara's eyes scanned the assortment of bows, her fingers itching to hold one in her hands. As they reached the end of the aisle, Kater pointed towards a magnificent compound bow, black and orange in color.

"This is the Manticore, a fifth-generation high-performance bow," he says. "It's lightweight, durable, and extremely accurate. The string is composed of a high-tensile polymer and has an adjustable pull weight that can go as high as 660 pounds. Its revolutionary design lowers vibration and noise, making it ideal for covert hunters. It is also foldable for convenient carrying around. A number of buttons on the handle regulate the bow's settings and quiver, allowing for quick and easy alterations in the field."

"The Manticore also has a cutting-edge eye contact system that adjusts sight and aim based on the user's eye movement. This cutting-edge technology provides pinpoint accuracy and enhances overall shooting performance. Furthermore, the Manticore has an integrated range finder that precisely detects distances up to 3300 yards, giving hunters critical information for making accurate shots. The quiver could hold up to 73 arrows in a three-tiered design with a rotating mechanism with arrowhead storage that could hold various sorts of arrowheads. This enables hunters to quickly swap arrowheads based on their target and hunting conditions. The rotating mechanism also enables rapid and easy access to arrows, eliminating any distractions or delays in the field."

"Daaaaamn, now this is what I'm talking about!" Zara exclaimed, her eyes widening with excitement. "Then I'll take this Manticore bow. Oh, I almost forgot; I also need different types of arrowheads."

"Sure, I'll pack you with standard 4-blade broadheads, field points, basic high explosive heads, armor-piercing heads, electro-shock heads, poison heads, acid heads, and a grapling hook head," Kater replied, listing off the various arrowhead options. "With this wide range of arrowheads, you'll be prepared for any situation or target you encounter."

"Actually, there's one more type of arrowhead that I would like to add to my collection," Zara said eagerly.

"And what is that?" Kater asked, curious to hear Zara's request.

"The thermobaric arrowhead," Zara said with a mischievous smile.

"The fucking what?!" Kater exclaimed, taken aback by Zara's unexpected choice. "Nuhh uhh, that's beyond what's allowed."

"Come on, Kater, don't be such a buzzkill," Zara replied, rolling her eyes. "I'm going undercover, behind enemy lines; god knows what kind of situations I might encounter. The thermobaric arrowhead would give me a tactical advantage and increase my chances of survival."

"IT'S A HIGHLY DANGEROUS AND UNCONVENTIONAL WEAPON!" Kater interrupted, raising his voice. "We have strict regulations for a reason, Zara. I can't just hand you something like that without proper authorization. Lord Pandora will have my head if he finds out I gave you a thermobaric arrowhead without following protocol." Zara sighed, frustrated by Kater's reluctance.

"I understand your concerns, Kater, but this mission is too important to let regulations hold us back. We need every advantage we can get to ensure success and protect our people. Come on... What would Supreme Being Momonga do?"

Kater hesitated for a moment, contemplating Zara's words. He knew that Supreme Being Momonga was known for his strategic thinking and ability to bend the rules when necessary. Taking a deep breath, Kater finally relented, realizing that perhaps this situation called for some flexibility in order to achieve their mission objectives.

"Fine... But if we're court martialed, I'm bailing the fuck out of dodge," Kater added, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Now that's more like it," Zara said with a smirk. "Don't worry, Kater. We'll be "extra" careful."

"McCear, now I see why you and Zara are a couple... You're both fucking insane," Kater chuckled, shaking his head.

"You haven't seen shit yet, Kater." McCear grinned mischievously. "But hey, sometimes a little insanity is exactly what we need to get the job done."

"Whatever... If we're done here, I'm going; I had enough of your crazy antics for one day," Kater said, rolling his eyes. He turned and walked away, leaving McCear and Zara behind, still grinning at each other.

Outro song :

Dance Macabre by Ghost