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The Trinity of Tokiwadai
Chapter One Hundred Twenty Five: Dianoid Disorder - St. Germain's Sealed Tower
The sun hung high in the sky, casting warm golden rays over the sprawling grounds of Tokiwadai's prestigious campus. In the lunch pavilion, Naru sat alongside her fellow members of the Trinity, Rui-chan and Mikoto-senpai, their table adorned with a luxurious spread. Each of them had an extravagant ojou-sama-style meal, the kind of fare that was fitting for students of their prestigious school.
Naru glanced down at her own plate. Before her was a meticulously prepared seafood risotto, the grains of rice glistening in a creamy sauce, and garnished with prawns, scallops, and delicate herbs. The aroma of freshly grated lemon zest mingled with the scent of rich Parmesan, making her mouth water. On the side, a petite bowl of mixed greens lay elegantly, drizzled with a light vinaigrette. She picked up her fork, listening to her friends as she admired the care put into each ingredient.
Next to her, Rui-chan delicately handled her own meal. Rui-chan had chosen a classic French dish: a tender duck confit, served atop a bed of garlic-infused mashed potatoes and accompanied by a scattering of roasted vegetables. The skin of the duck glistened, crispy and browned to perfection, and the potatoes looked creamy and rich, complemented by a drizzle of demi-glace. A flute of sparkling apple juice sat beside her plate, the bubbles rising gracefully, a perfect match for her refined palette. Rui-chan's posture, as usual since she began obsessively pursuing being the ideal ojou-sama, was impeccably poised as she chatted with Mikoto-senpai, her voice carrying a light, cheerful tone.
Mikoto-senpai, meanwhile, had opted for a traditional Japanese meal, beautifully arranged in a lacquered bento box. Naru couldn't help but admire the colorful presentation: grilled salmon topped with a hint of miso glaze, fluffy white rice sprinkled with black sesame seeds, pickled radish, and a small serving of tamagoyaki, cut into perfect squares. A delicate bowl of miso soup steamed gently beside her, the savory scent mixing with the crisp aroma of freshly cut cucumber from a small side dish of sunomono. Beside her bento, a tall glass of iced green tea sparkled in the light, the straw resting neatly against the rim, adding a refreshing touch to her meal. Mikoto-senpai ate with an air of composed elegance, her chopsticks moving with practiced grace as she joined in the conversation, a small smile tugging at her lips.
As Naru took a bite of her risotto, she found herself enjoying not just the meal, but the atmosphere, the warmth of the sun, the company of her friends, and the carefree chatter that flowed between them. Despite the grandeur of their meals, it was these simple moments, shared between friends, that made her truly feel at ease. The Trinity's friendship was as much a feast for the soul as the elegant food before them was a delight for their refined palates.
Naru leaned back, picking at her lunch absentmindedly. "So, Misaki-senpai actually got saved by Kamijou, Kouzaku-san, and Dolly-chan working together? I didn't see that coming. Kamijou or Kouzaku-san and Dolly-chan, maybe, but all three of them? Nope. That was a surprise."
Mikoto-senpai, stirring her drink with a straw, frowned. "Yeah, I heard about it. I still can't believe Kamijou was involved again."
A hint of frustration crossed her face. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she was annoyed that he was saving someone else and not her? Honestly! Her crush was so obvious!
"That guy really has a way of showing up in the middle of the craziest situations."
Someone is clearly jealous. Usual attack vector? Kurama asked with a small chuckle.
Of course. Naru replied with a mental giggle of her own.
Naru glanced at Mikoto-senpai, ready to pounce on the opportunity to tease her about her crush, but before she could speak, Rui-chan cut in, as she took a sip of her sparkling apple juice. "The important thing is that she was saved. It's good she didn't lose her ability. For all her schemes, Tokiwadai and the City wouldn't be the same without her."
Naru nodded, pushing her tray forward. "Big time! I wouldn't want to see Mental Out fall into the hands of someone unscrupulous enough to steal it. Plus, we wouldn't have our super smug Senpai."
"A real tragedy." Mikoto-senpai sighed and nodded. "But, you're right. That Mitsuari Ayu girl sounded like a terrible person to have Shokuhou's power."
Rui-chan leaned forward, eyes serious. "If she had gotten Mental Out, I might've had to resort to… drastic measures."
Mikoto-senpai shot her a sharp look. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
Naru chuckled, shaking her head. "Yup, Rui-chan's saying she'd kill Mitsuari Ayu if she got Mental Out. Is that because you'd want to avenge Misaki-senpai?"
Rui-chan shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "Partly. But she'd be a real threat with that power. It'd be preemptive self-defense for my girls."
Hm, isn't internal affairs more your thing? Kurama pondered. Why weren't we called in to deal with this Mitsuari girl?
It is, but I usually lean more towards magic. With Kamijou and Kouzaku-san and Dolly-chan already involved, I suppose that the Oversight Committee probably felt I wasn't needed.
Mikoto-senpai shot Naru a knowing look, her brow slightly furrowed as she gestured toward Rui-chan, letting out an exasperated sigh in response to their friend and teammate's murderous threat. Naru couldn't help but chuckle as she nodded in agreement, fully understanding Senpai's silent assessment. It was moments like these that reminded Naru of how well they all understood each other. Even the smallest expressions and gestures carried meaning that only close friends could grasp.
Breaking the tension, Naru leaned back with a grin. "Anyway, I bet Misaki-senpai is so confused now. Her crush swoops in like a knight in shining armor, but her girlfriends were right there too. I wonder who really made her heart race more?"
Are you really one to talk with how many people flirt with you?
H-Hey! Don't bring that up, Shu-chan and Arisa-chan get angry enough with me just being friendly with my friends and fans!
Uh-huh.
Mikoto-senpai waved it off with a dismissive hand. "She'll have to figure that out herself."
Her irritation was clear; her crush saving someone else didn't sit well with her.
Naru chuckled. "Too bad for her, though. Kamijou is not one to share. He's too dense to even consider it."
Rui-chan nodded in agreement.
Naru leaned forward, eyes gleaming mischievously. "Speaking of not wanting to share, Rui-chan, aren't you worried about Frenda-chan spending time with her ex-sex friend today?"
Rui-chan brushed it off, a confident smile playing on her lips. "Not at all. I have faith in Frenda-chan."
On December 1, Kanou Shinka found himself at the Dianoid, the primary landmark of School District 15 in Academy City. A commercial building complex renowned for its elegance and exclusivity, the Dianoid catered to the rich and famous, with its luxurious shops and fashionable reputation making it a sought-after destination for high-profile dates.
Shinka was there helping his former sex friend, current friend, and not-so-secret crush, Frenda Seivelun, clear out her apartment in the building to move her belongings to her new house. Today was his birthday, and the arrangement was part of a promise, a friendly hangout she had offered as his present. A present he had specifically requested. The moving truck was parked in the underground car park, and now the two of them were making their way into the colossal building, its polished floors and ambient lighting exuding an air of opulence.
As they walked into the main entrance, Shinka stole a glance at Frenda-san. She looked radiant, wearing a stylish winter outfit that perfectly complemented the chilly day. The tailored, double-breasted wool coat in a vibrant cerulean blue hugged her frame, its soft white faux-fur collar giving her an almost regal air. She matched the coat with a pleated plaid skirt in navy and cream, which swayed just slightly as she walked, and a cream-colored ribbed turtleneck sweater that peeked out from underneath the elegant outer layer. Over her shoulder, she carried a sleek leather purse in a matching shade of teal, its polished hardware catching the light. Her high-laced boots, sturdy yet chic, featured a cozy faux-fur trim that matched the coat's collar. Finally, a teal beret perched atop her blonde head added a playful touch, perfectly completing the ensemble.
Shinka couldn't help but be taken in by her appearance. Frenda-san was always beautiful, but something about the way she carried herself today made his heart flutter even more. Maybe it was the thoughtfulness of her being here, spending time with him on his birthday, or perhaps it was just how effortlessly she brought warmth to a winter day. He smiled to himself, trying to shake off the affection that threatened to spill over. It wasn't just her kindness or her smile, it was everything about her, and he couldn't help but feel the gentle tug of something more than just a crush.
Trailing behind Frenda as they entered the Dianoid, he did his best to focus on their task ahead, but it was hard not to compare himself to her. He glanced at himself in the reflective glass of the doors, catching a glimpse of his own winter attire. His own cozy black hooded jacket lined with faux fur that had bear ears stitched to the top of its hood, a playful touch that he found both endearing and a little embarrassing. Despite that, he simply couldn't resist wearing it whenever he could. Beneath it, he had on a thick, cream-colored cable-knit sweater, and a dark scarf was wrapped snugly around his neck. His jeans were simple, paired with black boots that had a plush lining visible at the top.
His outfit felt... simple. Practical. Not unattractive, he hoped, but nothing like Frenda-san's effortlessly stylish ensemble. He had to admit, standing beside her made him feel somewhat lacking. She exuded a warmth and elegance that his comfortable, slightly oversized winter wear simply couldn't match. It wasn't that he disliked his own style, but when he saw her, so perfectly put together, her beret tilting just right, her coat so perfectly tailored, he couldn't help feeling like he fell a bit short in comparison.
Of course she'd choose to date someone else... He thought about himself self-deprecatingly.
"Hey, earth to Shinka-kun!" Frenda-san's voice broke through his reverie. She'd stopped a few steps ahead, looking back at him with an amused expression.
"Ah, sorry, I was just…" He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Spacing out?" She teased, her eyes narrowing slightly, though her lips curved up into a smile. "You know, if this is all it takes to make you happy on your birthday, I'll start feeling guilty for not putting in more effort."
She paused, giving him a mock serious look. "Are you sure you're really satisfied with just this as your present?"
Shinka blinked, then let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, I'm really satisfied. Honestly, Frenda-san, just spending the day with you like this is more than enough."
Frenda-san's expression softened, and she let out a sigh, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"You really are too easy to please, Shinka-kun." She turned, motioning for him to hurry up. "Come on then, let's get this done before it gets too late. We've got a lot of packing to do!"
As Shinka followed after her, he couldn't help but feel grateful. He had no idea what the rest of the day held, or what might happen as they moved Frenda-san's things, but for now, he was content. Today wasn't just about packing and moving, it was about being close to Frenda-san, and that was all he could wish for.
"Well, this and the party Frenda-san promised me tonight."
Frenda-san chuckled, her voice holding a playful lilt. "Don't you worry about the party, Shinka-kun. It'll be perfect. Ruiko-sama will make sure of that!"
Shinka offered a brittle smile in response. Having his birthday party organized by the girlfriend of the person he had feelings for? Even with Saten-sama's resources ensuring the party would be spectacular, he couldn't quite bring himself to feel genuinely happy about it. The idea of Saten-sama, so close to Frenda-san in a way that he'd always dreamed of being, made something twist painfully in his chest.
Noticing the sudden shift in his demeanor, Frenda-san tilted her head, her smile turning into a frown. "Hey, are you alright, Shinka-kun? You just went all quiet all of a sudden."
Shinka shook his head, trying to dismiss the unease that had settled over him. "No, it's fine, Frenda-san. Really."
But before either could say anything more, the building around them began to change. Shinka's breath caught in his throat as he watched in horror while the very walls around them seemed to ripple and shift, twisting and bending as if they had become fluid. What had once been a straightforward hallway became a surreal maze of curving walls, contorted angles, and distorted surfaces. The solid interior splintered and bulged, walls morphing into abstract shapes that seemed to mock all reason. And then, as abruptly as it had begun, the chaos ceased. The Dianoid returned to its original state, leaving Shinka in stunned confusion.
Disoriented, Shinka blinked and looked around, only to realize with a jolt that Frenda-san was nowhere in sight. Panic seized him. The warping of the building had separated them, shifting their paths apart with cruel precision. He called out, his voice echoing back to him, swallowed by the strained silence of the once more unmoving walls. "Frenda-san? Frenda-san!"
The unease of moments ago was nothing compared to what gripped him now. She was gone, lost somewhere within this impossibly vast building. Searching for her in the labyrinthine Dianoid would be futile; they could end up miles apart and never know it.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to think logically. Frenda-san was capable. If she had looped back anywhere, it would be to the moving truck. With that, Shinka made his decision. He needed to see if she had gone back there.
Reaching the entrance to the underground parking lot, Shinka's heart sank. What had once been the way to the truck was now an unbroken wall, seamless and impenetrable, as if there had never been an entrance at all. At seeing this, confusion turned to dread.
From behind him, a voice rang out, smooth and taunting. "It's useless, young man. I've sealed the building, cut it off from the rest of the world."
Shinka whirled around, his eyes widening as they landed on the source of the voice and found an old man, dressed in an elaborate stage magician's outfit. The sharp tailcoat, lined in red, contrasted strikingly with his striped vest, and the tall hat completed his theatrical appearance. His neatly styled beard and mustache framed a self-assured smile, his eyes gleaming with a playful malevolence as he leaned casually on a treble clef-shaped cane with the name, "St. Germain", engraved on it.
Shinka swallowed hard. His heart pounded as he tried to make sense of the situation. "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
The old man gave a deep, exaggerated bow, his voice dripping with amusement. "St. Germain, at your service. And as for what I want… Well, Kanou Shinka, I require your assistance."
Shinka gulped, the situation settling heavily in his gut. This was bad. Very bad. His mind flashed back to Frenda's advice, words she had drilled into him about what to do when faced with someone unpredictable, someone with dangerous power. It was a tactic meant only for emergencies, something to use as a last resort. And right now, there was no doubt in his mind that this was exactly the kind of emergency she meant.
Flashback
Shinka sat on his sore bum at the dining table of his dingy little apartment after a wild night of sex with Frenda-san, watching as his sex friend cooked them breakfast. His eyes roamed her naked rump as she cooked in nothing but a pale blue apron that clung to her lithe figure. Her figure was undeniably impressive, toned and graceful, but her petite curves left her hips understated. Yet, even so, he found their subtle shape captivating, a part of the effortless charm that made her uniquely beautiful to him. His wandering eyes trailed up her body and he soon found himself drawn to her ample breasts, the true size of which she usually hid under her clothes. The thought that he was one of the few who truly knew just how busty Frenda-san was brought a faint, mischievous smile to his face.
As the sound of the eggs sizzling filled the small kitchen, the warm aroma of cooked food began to permeate the entire room, bringing a sense of comfort. Frenda-san, her back turned while she focused on the stove, broke the silence, her voice cutting through the ambient sounds of cooking. The casual yet thoughtful tone in her voice was enough to catch Shinka's attention, drawing his eyes away from the table.
"So, hey, if you ever get yourself caught up in anything a little zanny-"
Shinka just smirked and asked, "When would I ever be caught in something like that?"
Frenda-san turned around, the apron that clung to the swell of her misleadingly large chest giving him a marvelous amount of side boob as she did. Yet, despite her sexy appearance, her face was utterly serious.
"You never know, you better listen. If you ever get into trouble-"
She turned back around to continue cooking, yet the graceful curve of her rear immediately drew the boy's attention, stealing his focus. As she leaned slightly over the stove, her movements fluid and effortless, he found himself utterly captivated by the peek at her flower that the view offered. Her words floated past him like a distant melody, and he could do nothing but nod along absently, entirely lost in the vision of the alluring blonde before him.
Flashback End
The memory faded, pulling Shinka back to the present and the tense confrontation with the strange elderly gentleman. Shinka took a deep breath to steady himself, forcing his focus back to the moment at hand. Summoning as much confidence as he could muster, he met the man's piercing gaze and spoke firmly. "Pardon me, but you're mistaken. My name isn't Kanou Shinka, as you seem to think it is."
With a cold and calculated expression, his demeanor steady and composed, he added, "I'm actually the Number 8 Level 5, Aihana Etsu. A pleasure."
Frenda-san had told him that Aihana-sama, whose gender was still an utter mystery, actively encouraged others to use their name as a bluff in dangerous situations. This was certainly a time that fit the bill for the slim young boy.
Glaring at the old man, he continued. "If you don't want a severe beating, you better back off and leave. Me. Alone."
The elderly man cracked a smile. "That's a fantastical poker face, young man, but sadly? You are trembling."
Oh poop.
The elderly gentleman suddenly touched his treble clef cane to Shinka's head. The moment the cane made contact, a sharp, icy sensation surged through him, freezing his thoughts in place. His vision blurred as if thick fog had rolled in, and his knees buckled, unable to support him any longer. He tried to fight it, to stay conscious, but the world around him darkened, and his senses slipped away. The last thing he felt was the cold spread from the cane, leaving him collapsing to the ground, entirely at the mercy of the strange figure.
Frenda clutched her purse tightly against her chest as the Dianoid began to twist and contort around her. The polished walls stretched and curved into impossible angles, their once-sleek surfaces warping like melting plastic. Floors rippled underfoot, sending tremors through her legs and forcing her to stagger back a step before she froze completely. Her breath hitched, shallow and uneven, as her mind raced through every horrifying possibility of what could be causing this nightmare.
Her fingers instinctively moved to the clasp of her purse, slipping inside with a practiced motion. The familiar edges of the compact pyramids she carried brushed against her fingertips, and her chest tightened. Each explosive had been meticulously designed by her for moments like these, with sharp edges and precise symmetry to maximize effectiveness. The lightweight, pyramid-shaped bombs sat snugly in their compartments, waiting for her to use them. Feeling the cool surface of one reassured her, grounding her just enough to keep her spiraling panic at bay.
Her mind was screaming at her to act, to take control of the situation. But as her surroundings twisted and writhed, she realized with a cold knot of fear that there was nothing to target. The walls seemed alive, expanding and contracting like they were breathing. A loud creak filled the air as a support structure bulged unnaturally, the metallic groan cutting through her frozen stupor.
Frenda's hand tightened around the explosive, her thumb brushing the small activation switch on its base. It wasn't a question of whether she could use it; she had done so many times before. But right now, there was no enemy in sight, no clear threat she could neutralize. Her chest burned with frustration. Without something to destroy, her arsenal felt useless, and that was a sensation she hated more than anything.
The floor shifted again, rippling like a stone dropped into water, and she stumbled slightly, her purse jostling against her side. She quickly steadied herself, keeping her hand inside the bag. Her heart was pounding, her mind desperately searching for answers. Was this an attack? Some kind of high-level Esper ability? Or something far worse? The thought of a Magic God flickered in her mind, freezing her in place.
Her grip on the pyramid-shaped explosive faltered slightly at the idea, her fingers trembling. The stories of Othinus resurfaced unbidden, of the Magic God who had supposedly destroyed and remade the world countless times. Frenda had never felt it, though. Time had flowed seamlessly for her, with no awareness of the cataclysmic shifts that others swore had occurred. Yet, the mere possibility that something of that magnitude could happen again left her paralyzed with doubt.
She shook her head sharply, forcing herself to breathe. This wasn't the work of a Magic God. It couldn't be. The chaos around her was far too erratic and crude. Whatever was causing this, it wasn't the precise, terrifying omnipotence she had read about.
Finally, the warping began to subside. The walls straightened, snapping back into place with a sickening groan. The floor stilled beneath her feet, solid once more. The oppressive tension in the air eased, though it didn't fully disappear. Frenda exhaled shakily, realizing she had been holding her breath.
Her hand lingered inside her purse, resting lightly on the pyramid-shaped explosives. She didn't let go. Even with the immediate danger seemingly gone, she knew better than to trust the stillness. Whatever had just happened, it wasn't over. Keeping her grip firm, she scanned her surroundings, her heart sinking as she realized something else was wrong.
"Shinka-kun?" She called out hesitantly, her voice trembling. But the corridor was empty. He was gone.
"Damn it…" She muttered under her breath, gripping the strap of her purse until her knuckles turned white.
Her legs finally obeyed her as she took a hesitant step forward. The idea of staying put in this unsettling stillness was unbearable, but the thought of wandering aimlessly was equally unnerving. She cursed again, frustrated at how easily she had been separated from him.
She reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed a familiar number. As expected, there was no signal. Letting out a sharp breath, she forced herself to suppress the surge of irritation bubbling inside her. Of course, it wouldn't work. Undeterred, she switched the device to Quantum Entanglement mode, hoping it would connect to Ruiko's private network.
To her relief, the connection was successful. Taking a steadying breath, she tapped the screen and raised the phone to her ear.
"Come on, Ruiko... pick up." She muttered under her breath.
The call connected almost immediately, and Ruiko's calm but serious voice came through."Frenda-chan, what's going on?"
"Not even a hello?" Frenda teased, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked. "You're all business today."
"Frenda-chan, don't mess with me. If you're calling me like this, I know it's serious. What's going on?" Ruiko's tone was firm, though a hint of worry seeped into her words.
Frenda tried to steady herself, forcing a smirk she didn't quite feel. "Relax, Ruiko. You'll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that."
"I'll deal with wrinkles later. Talk to me."
Frenda sighed, her teasing tone fading as she answered. "The Dianoid just… warped. The walls, the floors, everything went crazy for a few seconds. It's back to normal now, but Shinka-kun and I got separated."
"Warped how?" Ruiko's voice sharpened with focus.
"Like reality itself was breaking. It wasn't like anything I've seen before, but…" Frenda hesitated, forcing herself to push down the gnawing fear of what it might have been. "It's stable now. Mostly."
Ruiko fell silent for a moment, and Frenda could almost picture her closing her eyes, her focus sharpening as she accessed the electronic systems connected to her surveillance and intelligence network wirelessly through her emulated Electromastery. Frenda waited patiently, knowing exactly what her girlfriend was doing. After a few seconds, Ruiko's voice returned, calm but serious. "Got it. My surveillance shows the entire Dianoid is sealed in a carbon shell. No signals in or out. You're completely cut off from the outside world."
"So, this is an Incident, right?" Frenda asked, her voice tight.
"It's definitely an Incident." Ruiko confirmed. "Stay where you are. I'm mobilizing the Trinity, and we'll be there as soon as we can."
Frenda clenched her teeth. "I can't wait. Shinka-kun's out there somewhere. I have to find him."
"Frenda-chan, don't do anything reckless. Just stay put until we get there."
"I can't." Frenda replied, her tone softening despite her resolve. "I have to find him, Ruiko."
There was a long pause before Ruiko sighed heavily. "Alright. But please, be careful. You know how bad these things can get."
Frenda smiled faintly, her chest warming at the concern in Ruiko's voice. "Don't worry. I'm tougher than I look."
"I know you are. That doesn't mean I won't worry about you." Ruiko said softly. "Just promise me you'll take care of yourself."
"I promise." Frenda replied, her voice gentle. "Love you, Ruiko."
"Love you too," Ruiko said, her tone filled with both affection and urgency. "Now go find Kanou-san, and we'll meet you there."
The call ended, leaving Frenda alone in the unsettling quiet of the Dianoid. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and took a deep breath. Her legs were steadier now, her resolve hardening with every passing second. She wasn't sure what had caused the warping or who was responsible, but one thing was clear: she had to find Shinka-kun.
"Alright, Shinka-kun," she muttered under her breath as she began to move, her steps confident despite the tension in her chest. "You'd better be alive when I find you, or I'll kill you myself."
The air felt heavy as she made her way down the corridor, every sound amplified by the oppressive silence. Her eyes darted to every corner, every shadow, searching for any sign of movement. The Dianoid was unnervingly still, the remnants of its earlier chaos lingering like a bad memory. Whatever had happened here, it wasn't over. Frenda could feel it in her bones.
And yet, despite the fear gnawing at the edges of her mind, she pressed forward, each step steadying her resolve. Shinka-kun was counting on her, and the thought of him lost or in danger pushed her past her hesitation. Frenda wasn't the type to abandon someone she cared about, no matter how dire the situation seemed. If he needed her, she would find him, no matter what twisted dangers the Dianoid held.
Shinka woke up disoriented, blinking rapidly as he tried to steady his vision. His head throbbed painfully, and a wave of dizziness left him struggling to maintain his balance as he pressed a hand to his temple. The fragmented memories of the last few moments came rushing back, but nothing made sense. He looked around, his brows furrowing as his surroundings came into focus.
"Argh! What happened? Where am I?" He muttered, confusion lacing his voice as he took in the familiar yet unsettlingly empty space. "The Dianoid's rooftop garden?"
It certainly looked like it, but now the garden was encased beneath a dome of unfamiliar black material that sealed off the area. The massive structure loomed overhead, enclosing the space and mimicking the artistic design of the structure that connected the garden to the rest of the Dianoid, almost as if mocking it with their similar appearance. With the sun completely blocked out, the garden was illuminated only by the steady glow of its built-in lights, casting long, muted shadows across the manicured paths and carefully trimmed bushes. The ambiance was unnaturally serene, as though the garden had been transformed into a silent prison. The once open, airy space he remembered from previous visits with Frenda-san now held a heavy stillness, charged with an eerie tension that hinted at the danger surrounding him.
Shinka's observation of the rooftop garden was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared. He turned quickly to see St. Germain standing nearby, his eyes fixed intently on him. A wave of panic surged through Shinka at the sight of the man who had kidnapped him, his pulse racing as memories of being separated from Frenda-san and the strange events that led him here flooded back. Noticing Shinka's alarm, St. Germain raised a hand in a calming gesture, his expression controlled and patient.
"No need for such a reaction, young man." He said smoothly, reaching into his coat.
With a deliberate move, St. Germain took out a small container of jet-black pills and popped one into his mouth, chewing it slowly. The act was casual yet calculated, clearly intended to project calm and reassure Shinka. Despite knowing this, Shinka felt his panic begin to subside, the strange gesture having its intended effect.
"Have a drink." St. Germain said, his tone calm and measured as he reached into one of his pockets and produced a polished hip flask. He extended it toward Shinka, the gesture unsettlingly casual, as if they were merely sharing a quiet moment on the rooftop. His steady gaze and composed posture only reinforced the sense of control he exuded, making it clear that the situation was entirely in his hands.
Shinka stared at the flask, his stomach twisting uneasily.
"No, thanks." He muttered, shaking his head as he took a half-step back, his wariness evident in his every move.
St. Germain shrugged lightly, as if Shinka's refusal had been expected, and slipped the flask back into his pocket. The motion was unhurried, almost dismissive, as though he had all the time in the world. The sight of St. Germain then calmly popping another of his pills into his mouth unnerved Shinka further, but he hesitated, momentarily thrown off balance. The old man's attempt at disarming him with such casual behavior created an uneasy contrast, blending civility with an implicit warning.
Despite the tension, St. Germain's demeanor seemed to have its intended effect, easing Shinka's immediate panic, though a persistent sense of unease remained. His serene expression sharpened slightly as he reiterated, "As I mentioned before, I'm interested in you, Kanou Shinka, not Aihana Etsu."
His words hang heavily in the air, sharpening the tension between them.
Shinka sighed and admitted the truth.
"Fine, I'm not Aihana Etsu. I'm Kanou Shinka." Attempting to downplay his importance, he added, "I'm nothing special. Just let me go."
St. Germain's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with an amused sharpness. "Ah, Kanou Shinka, playing the part of the humble and insignificant. But if you were truly of no value, I wouldn't be here talking to you, would I?"
Shinka clenched his fists, frustration mounting. "You don't need me. Whatever you're planning, I'm not involved."
St. Germain chuckled softly, almost indulgently. "Not involved? You are more intertwined in this than you dare admit. Do you think the world revolves solely around those with the most famous names? Sometimes it's the ones in the shadows, overlooked, that hold the greatest cards."
Shinka's brow furrowed, trying to parse St. Germain's cryptic words. "Cards? What cards? I don't have anything you want."
"Ah, but perception is a funny thing." St. Germain said, waving a hand dismissively. "It's not about what you have, but what others think you have. And, Kanou-san, in this city of secrets, perceptions are as powerful as reality."
Shinka's confusion deepened. "Why are you even telling me this? Just take whatever it is you want and leave me out of it."
St. Germain's smile faded slightly, turning serious. "You misunderstand, child. This is not a simple heist or a game. What I seek, and what I offer, will ripple through more than just your little corner of the world. Even a small piece on the board can tip the balance of power."
Shinka swallowed, still trying to make sense of what this guy wanted. "And what does that have to do with me?"
St. Germain's gaze pierced him. "Everything, if you choose it. But first, I need Venus' Girdle from TV Orbit. And while I go retrieve it, you will think about what I've said."
Shinka frowned, his thoughts racing. TV Orbit? Isn't that the television station with offices about halfway up the Dianoid? And Venus' Girdle? Isn't that some kind of museum piece?
He vaguely remembered the station announcing plans to showcase it in their studio for a special programme. The pieces of the puzzle felt disjointed yet uncomfortably significant. A surge of confusion welled up within him as he struggled to grasp why someone as enigmatic as St. Germain would take an interest in something as seemingly mundane as an old artifact.
St. Germain's expression shifted, and he remarked. "You know she doesn't love you, don't you?"
Shinka's chest tightened with frustration. I know that, damn it!
The old man's voice took on a sly tone as he continued, "But there is a way to make her love you."
Shinka's eyes widened as he asked. "What do you mean by that?"
St. Germain didn't answer, maintaining an enigmatic silence as he turned and walked toward the lift lobby. Shinka hesitated before following, his unease growing with every step. The older man called an elevator and waited, his posture relaxed, as if the tension filling the air had no hold on him.
"Think on my offer, Kanou Shinka. I've given you the freedom to roam this place as you please, so use that time wisely." He said as the elevator arrived. The ornate doors slid open with a soft chime, and St. Germain stepped inside, his movements deliberate and calm.
"Whilst you do, I have more pressing matters below," he added, casting a final cryptic smile at Shinka before the doors closed, taking him back down into the depths of the Dianoid.
Shinka stood frozen, staring at the elevator panel as the numbers descended, the man's words echoing in his mind. Free to roam? The statement felt more like an invitation into a trap than a gesture of goodwill. That enigmatic smile lingered like a shadow, filling Shinka with a sense of foreboding. Why bring him all the way up here, offer him such freedom, and then leave? The question gnawed at him, but no answers came.
With a sharp breath, he turned and stepped out onto the rooftop garden, his movements cautious and deliberate. His eyes scanned the area, taking in the strange stillness of the space. The normally vibrant rooftop, filled with greenery and bustling with life, now felt suffocating. The emptiness only heightened his unease. His steps echoed faintly as he moved forward, the sound amplifying the eerie silence. Free to roam? The words felt more and more like a taunt. His fists clenched as frustration bubbled beneath the surface. What was St. Germain trying to achieve? Shinka forced himself to stay alert, knowing there was more to this situation than the man had let on.
Some time later, Shinka wandered aimlessly through the upper floors of the Dianoid, his footsteps echoing eerily in the oppressive silence. The air felt stifling, thick with a sense of abandonment that set his nerves on edge. The usually bustling top-floor restaurants, once alive with the clinking of glasses and lively conversation, were now desolate. Polished tables stood untouched, chairs neatly arranged as if waiting for patrons who would never return. Luxury boutiques, their once-pristine window displays showcasing high-end fashion and jewelry, were now dark and lifeless. Some windows were shattered, mannequins toppled over in scenes that hinted at hurried departures or chaotic scuffles.
Despite exploring four floors, Shinka found no signs of life. Each floor mirrored the last in its desolation, the quiet pressing in around him like a suffocating weight. The Dianoid, once a vibrant hub of activity, now felt unnervingly hollow. The absence of people, of movement, gnawed at him, and questions piled up in his mind. What had St. Germain done to everyone? More importantly, what else was the man planning? The oppressive blackness visible through the building's windows offered no answers. The strange solid barrier encasing the Dianoid loomed like a suffocating tomb, cutting off any glimpse of the outside world. No sky, no horizon, only the unyielding darkness of the barrier.
He made his way back to the lift lobby, deciding to descend further in hopes of finding someone, anyone, who could help him make sense of the situation. Just as he reached for the elevator button, the sound of approaching footsteps stopped him in his tracks. Turning quickly, he saw the familiar figure of St. Germain emerge from the shadows, his calm and composed demeanor as unsettling as ever.
"Follow me, Kanou Shinka." St. Germain said, his voice steady and unyielding.
Shinka hesitated, instinctively clenching his fists. He wanted to refuse, to stand his ground, but he knew it would be futile. The man before him was no ordinary opponent, and resisting recklessly would only lead to disaster. If he was going to resist, he needed to do so wisely and wait for the right opportunity. Reluctantly, he nodded and stepped into the elevator that St. Germain had called while he made up his mind.
As the elevator ascended, Shinka's frustration bubbled over.
"What do you want now?" He asked, glaring at the older man. "I already told you, I'm not going to work with you."
St. Germain's expression remained serene, his faint smile unwavering.
"Is that so?" He replied, his tone almost playful. "Let us see whether you will continue saying that after you hear what I have to say."
Shinka scowled, his patience wearing thin. "What could you possibly say that would change my mind?"
St. Germain raised a hand, a gesture of calm. "Patience, Kanou Shinka. All will become clear soon enough."
The elevator came to a halt, the doors sliding open to reveal the rooftop garden. The space was bathed in an eerie dimness, the light from the garden's artificial fixtures muted by the oppressive blackness of the barrier that encased the rooftop, casting a shadow over everything beneath it. The vibrant greenery and carefully arranged pathways of the garden should have been a welcoming sight, but instead, they felt stifling, as if the garden itself were struggling to breathe under the weight of the barrier.
St. Germain stepped aside and gestured with his cane.
"Go ahead." He said simply, his tone carrying an air of finality.
Shinka frowned but obeyed, stepping out into the garden. He paused and turned back to the elevator. "What about you?"
The enigmatic man smiled, his eyes glinting with something Shinka couldn't place. Without answering, he pressed a button inside the elevator. The doors slid shut, and the cab descended, taking St. Germain back down into the lower floors. Shinka stood frozen for a moment, his frustration mounting. Why bring him here only to leave him alone again? What game was this man playing?
As he turned to take in his surroundings, a voice called out from behind him, shattering the oppressive silence. "Will you really still not help us, Kanou Shinka-san?"
The voice sent a jolt through him, and he froze. It was unmistakable, one he knew intimately. He had heard it laugh, tease, and cry out in moments of passion. It was Frenda-san's voice. Yet something was off. The tone was different, carrying a weight and resonance that didn't belong.
Spinning around, Shinka's eyes widened as he saw her. Or at least, it looked like her. The woman standing before him bore an uncanny resemblance to Frenda-san, but there was something unsettlingly different about her. Her golden-blonde hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders, framing wide blue eyes that sparkled with confidence and mischief. She wore a golden, wing-shaped monocle over her left eye, giving her air of the theatrical, almost fantastical. A tailored black vest with red and white striped accents hugged her figure, paired with hipster-style bottoms. The fitted garment, along with sheer tights, accentuated her long, shapely legs, adding a bold and unconventional touch to her ensemble. Dark heels added elegance, while a colorful, peacock-feather-like train adorned her waist. A pair of black bunny ears perched atop her head, completing the striking ensemble. In her hand, she held an ornate staff identical to the cane St. Germain carried.
Shinka's breath caught as he took her in. She looked like an idealized, adult version of Frenda, the kind of image that might have come from his own fantasies of a life they could have shared. The thought made his stomach churn.
Shinka scoffed, crossing his arms as he stared at the blonde woman in the outlandish bunny suit. "Does that old man seriously think sending someone who looks like Frenda-san would be enough to convince me? If that's his grand strategy, then he's even more desperate than I thought."
The woman tilted her head slightly, her golden-blonde hair cascading like silk as she gave an elegant bow.
"Introductions are in order, I suppose." She said smoothly, her voice carrying a refined yet playful tone. "I am St. Germain. And believe me, I'm certain my presence will help convince you."
Shinka frowned, his eyes narrowing as he gestured toward her. "Why do you have the same name as that old man? What's his angle here?"
The woman's lips curled into a smirk, the corners of her mouth lifting with barely contained amusement.
"Angle?" She repeated, her tone dripping with mock innocence. "Oh, there's no angle. The truth is simple. I am St. Germain. And so is he." Her smirk deepened as her eyes sparkled mischievously. "We are the same person."
Shinka's frown grew more pronounced as he took a step back. "That doesn't make any sense. How can you and he be the same person?"
"Does it confuse you?" She asked, her voice low and teasing, clearly enjoying his bewilderment. "Good. I like that look on you."
Before Shinka could respond, the female St. Germain's hand drifted between her breasts, the motion slow and deliberate, making his breath catch in shock. She retrieved one of the black pills the old man St. Germain had been taking earlier, her smirk deepening with amusement at his reaction. Holding his gaze, she brought the pill to her lips, biting down with agonizing slowness, her every move dripping with calculated sensuality. She savored the moment, her eyes never leaving his, as if relishing the flickers of unease and tension playing across his face.
Swallowing, she began to move toward him, each step unhurried and deliberate. Her hips swayed gracefully, her strides fluid and precise. Shinka couldn't help but notice the commanding confidence in her movements, an almost hypnotic quality that made it hard to look away. She didn't just walk; she prowled, each step laden with intent.
As she reached him, Shinka tensed. Her arms slipped around his chest, her movements smooth and calculated. The warmth of her skin pressed against his back, and he could feel the soft weight of her breasts through the thin fabric of her outfit. Her grip was firm but far from painful, and it sent a jolt of discomfort and confusion through him.
Leaning closer, she let her breath brush against his ear, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "All I want," she murmured, her tone oozing with honeyed malice, "is to defeat my nemesis, Kamijou Touma. To prevent him from interfering with my broader plans. But to do that, I need your help."
Shinka stiffened, his mind racing. The combination of her words, her touch, and her cryptic claims left him struggling to think clearly. One thing was certain: whatever St. Germain, whoever St. Germain, truly was, they weren't playing by any rules he understood.
Shinka's breath quickened, and he felt the heat rising in his face. His voice wavered as he asked, "And that person is... me?"
"Yes." She confirmed, her tone almost purring. "The Venus' Girdle at TV Orbit is real, and it requires someone with close genetic ties to the goddess to unlock its power. And that someone is you, Shinka-kun."
Shinka's mind spun. Me? A descendant of a goddess?
The words felt foreign, impossible.
He glanced down, trying to regain his composure, but the feel of her arms and her closeness made it difficult.
He stammered, "I... I don't want anyone to get hurt."
St. Germain's lips curled into a playful smile against his ear. "I promise you, Kamijou won't be hurt too badly. All I need is to defeat him. That's all."
Yeah, right. Shinka thought, skepticism bubbling beneath his unease.
"So, Shinka-kun," St. Germain continued, pressing her body slightly closer and letting her fingers trace patterns on his chest, "will you help me? If you unlock the power of the Girdle, I will teach you how to use its magic to make your beloved Frenda Seivelun fall in love with you."
Shinka's thoughts raced as he felt her breath and the seductive warmth against his back.
Magic? So this St. Germain is a Magician. He realized distractedly. The pressure of her body and the way her voice softened at his ear muddled his focus. It made sense; ever since World War 3, the existence of magic had been confirmed as fact. St. Germain's powers clearly didn't align with any Esper abilities he knew of, not that he was Saten-sama and knew every Esper ability that was out there.
Still breathing heavily, Shinka managed, "Yes... That's her name."
St. Germain's smile deepened as she whispered into Shinka's ear, her breath warm and enticing, "Then help me, Shinka-kun, and I will ensure Frenda-chan becomes yours."
Her voice held a promise that was almost hypnotic, laced with the allure of something too tempting to ignore.
Shinka hesitated, his heart racing. "I-I dunno…"
The uncertainty in his voice was apparent, torn between disbelief and the temptation of what she was offering.
St. Germain's eyes narrowed playfully, and she reached into the folds of her sleek attire, pulling out a black tablet. She moved her fingers across the screen with practiced precision, then brought it up to his face. The screen displayed a paused video of Saten-sama dressed in a striking cosplay of Hestia from Danjon ni Deai o Motomeru no wa Machigatteiru Darō ka. The image showed her mid-pose, the blue ribbon accentuating her outfit and her teasing smile brimming with confidence.
"How about after seeing this?" St. Germain's smirk was wicked as she tapped the play button. The video flickered to life, revealing Frenda-san leaning into Saten-sama, their faces close before their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, their movements fluid and synchronized, as if the rest of the world had melted away. Frenda-san's hands glided up Saten-sama's back, fingers tangling in her dark hair, while Saten-sama responded in kind, pulling Frenda-san closer with an intensity that spoke volumes.
Their connection was electric, the raw emotion in their embrace underscored by soft laughter and playful touches. Accelerator-sama soon entered the frame, leaning against a wall with a knowing smirk, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. With a casual stride, he joined the pair, placing a hand on Saten-sama's shoulder as he tilted her face toward him for a kiss. The shift was seamless, as if they had done this a hundred times before. Frenda-san turned her attention to Accelerator-sama, pulling him into the fold, their lips meeting with equal fervor.
The trio moved with a natural rhythm, each kiss flowing into the next as their hands roamed in affectionate exploration. Accelerator-sama's typically sharp demeanor softened in the moment, his hand cradling Frenda-san's cheek as their kiss deepened. Saten-sama trailed her fingers along his jawline before leaning back toward Frenda-san, their lips meeting again in a swirl of passion. The video captured the trio's shared affection, their intertwined bodies and easy familiarity creating a scene charged with both tenderness and desire.
Shinka's eyes widened as he watched, unable to look away. The unfiltered intimacy of it, the way they moved together with effortless harmony, left his heart pounding in his chest and a strange mix of emotions swirling in his mind.
St. Germain pressed herself closer, her warmth seeping into his back.
"Tell me, Shinka-kun," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction as her lips brushed his ear. "Can you really resist such a promise? With my help, you could be the one giving all those things to your precious Frenda-chan."
Before Shinka could answer, St. Germain pressed a slender finger to his lips, silencing him with a playful smile. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and allure as she leaned in, her breath warm against his skin.
"Shh... no need to rush, Shinka-kun." She murmured, letting her finger trail down his chin. "Come with me. I have something to show you."
She stepped back slowly, her hips swaying as she moved, casting a backward glance over her shoulder that invited him to follow, the subtle tilt of her head daring him to resist the temptation.
In her apartment on the upper floors of the Dianoid, Frenda hurriedly pushed aside the birthday presents piled up everywhere. The space was spartan, with only a few pieces of essential furniture, reinforcing its primary use as a storage space rather than a living area. The few nights she had spent there in the past three years were rare exceptions.
She had come here for a specific reason: to arm herself. Frenda stood by the open secure locker, its matte black surface faintly reflecting the room's dim light. The locker's reinforced alloy plating bore scratches from countless uses, though the internal compartments remained pristine. Rows of meticulously arranged weaponry gleamed under the soft glow of the locker's built-in lights. Compact explosives, pyramid-shaped charges, and Handheld Anti-tank Missile Warheads were nestled in precision-cut slots, each piece ready for immediate use.
The rustle of paper and the metallic click of ammunition echoed softly as Frenda worked quickly, her movements smooth and efficient. She slipped the last two Handheld Anti-tank Missile Warheads into hidden holsters strapped beneath her skirt, adjusting them for a perfect fit. Several pyramid-shaped explosives disappeared into her purse with practiced ease, their weight a familiar reassurance. Almost finished, she grabbed a handful of loaded magazines, slotting them neatly into discreet compartments sewn into the lining of her coat.
The faint sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, drawing her attention and making her pause mid-motion. Her hand instinctively moved toward the hidden holster for her pistol beneath her skirt as she glanced toward the door, her body tense and ready for whatever might come next. A moment later, the door burst open with a crash, slamming against the wall. Relief washed over her as she saw the culprit, a slightly out of breath Hamazura Shiage, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
"Hey!" She scolded, annoyance flashing in her eyes. "It was unlocked!"
Hamazura scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish. "Sorry about that."
Kamijou Touma appeared behind him, an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry for us kicking down your door, but we don't have time for arguments."
Frenda crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. "Why are you two even here?"
Hamazura stepped forward. "I was on a delivery job with Stephanie Gorgeouspalace to TV Orbit when I got caught up in this whole mess."
Kamijou chimed in, "And I was here with Othinus and Index to buy a dollhouse for Othinus. Then, I got targeted again."
Frenda felt a shiver run down her spine at the mention of Othinus. She forced herself to relax, remembering Ruiko's reassurance that the former Magic God was no longer a threat. Shaking off the unsettling thought, she said, "No, I mean why are you here kicking open my door?"
Hamazura gestured to the room, his voice firm. "We need whatever backdoor access you have to the Dianoid's security systems to figure out what's going on and how to better fight this St. Germain."
Frenda nodded back, her expression softening slightly as she turned to her computer. "Good thinking. I was just about to do that."
Without waiting for a response, she turned back to her weapons locker. The sleek, high-tech unit emitted a soft chime as it automatically secured itself, the biometric locks reactivating with a faint hiss of pressurised air. The matte black surface returned to its seamless, impenetrable state, as if it had never been opened.
"So St. Germain?" Frenda tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. "Is that the name of our enemy this time around?"
Kamijou nodded, his expression grim. "Yeah, that's what they're calling themselves."
With the locker secured, she moved swiftly to the high-end computer system situated on one of the few uncluttered tables in the room. The desk was surrounded by an array of multi-screen monitors, their glowing displays casting faint reflections on the polished surface. The setup was a contrast to the organized chaos around it, with neatly routed wires running behind the screens and a small cluster of external drives and peripherals carefully arranged around it. The central console itself was a custom-built masterpiece, outfitted with cutting-edge components and an encrypted connection hub that Frenda had set up herself.
Frenda settled into the chair, her fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced speed as the system booted up. A series of prompts flashed on the central monitor, and within moments, she accessed her hidden backdoor into the Dianoid's security network. Bypassing the standard protocols, she navigated through layers of encryption with ease, the screens filling with streams of code and surveillance feeds. One screen displayed a live grid of security camera footage, offering a bird's-eye view of the building's interior.
As the data populated across the displays, Kamijou leaned over her shoulder, his eyes scanning the chaotic images of empty hallways and eerily still rooms. "Do we even know what we're looking for? There are multiple St. Germains, right?"
Hamazura nodded, eyes narrowing at the screen. "Check the feed for the graviton-style artificial gravity control device. If St. Germain wants to take everyone out, using that would be the most effective way."
Frenda's fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up the requested feed. Her eyes widened as it revealed Shinka-kun with a blonde woman who looked disturbingly similar to her, dressed in an outfit that mixed a stage performer's attire with a bunny suit.
Hamazura frowned. "Who's that with St. Germain?"
"A friend of mine." Frenda informed them, her tone steady. Then, with a hint of confusion creeping into her voice, she continued, "Is that woman one of the people behind this Incident?"
Kamijou nodded grimly. "Yes. St. Germain. A Magician who exists in multiple bodies."
Frenda raised an eyebrow. "And they all dress up like stage performers?"
"Apparently." Hamazura confirmed with a sigh.
Kamijou's expression turned serious. "Why is St. Germain with your friend, Frenda-san?"
Frenda shrugged, eyes still glued to the feed. "Your guess is as good as mine. But it doesn't look like she's forcing him. He's not under duress."
Hamazura hummed, thoughtful. "I think she's using your friend as a weapon against Kamijou."
Kamijou frowned. "What do you mean?"
Hamazura explained, "Your biggest weakness is your conscience. If you're forced to fight an innocent, especially a normie, you won't go all out. It'll create openings for St. Germain to exploit."
Frenda nodded slowly. "It's actually a good plan."
"Why does everyone target me?" Kamijou asked with a frustrated sigh. "The world doesn't revolve around me."
Frenda smirked. "Not everyone agrees, Kamijou, considering how many Incidents you get caught up in."
He shrugged, determination flaring in his eyes. "I only fight for what I want."
Hamazura coughed, glancing at the others. "We can discuss this later. Right now, we need to decide what to do."
Kamijou clenched his fists. "We're going to save Frenda-san's friend. Even if he looks like he's on their side."
"Oh? And why do you want to do that?" Hamazura asked, looking at him curiously.
"I'm doing this because it's what I want."
Hamazura's lips curled into a grin. "Talking like that and actually doing it makes you a true hero."
Frenda's eyes softened. "Agreed."
Kamijou blushed but otherwise brushed aside the praise and turned to the others. "Hamazura, Frenda-san, once I make her lose her reason to fight, it's up to you to save that guy."
"Got it." Hamazura said with a thumbs-up.
Frenda's eyes flashed with determination. "He's my friend. I'll save him."
Kamijou's expression was resolute. "Then let's go save the day!"
Shinka found himself led by St. Germain to the lowest level of the Dianoid, where the building's graviton-style artificial gravity control device was housed. He had read about it before; it was a critical part of the Dianoid's anti-earthquake protection system. The air felt heavy with anticipation as he glanced at the large, complex machinery surrounding them.
"Why did you bring me here?" Shinka asked, his voice trembling slightly as St. Germain's hand brushed against his arm, sending a shiver up his spine.
St. Germain turned to him, her smile dripping with an unsettling charm.
"To set the perfect lure, Shinka-kun. Something Kamijou Touma won't be able to ignore." She said, her fingers playing idly with the collar of his sweater as she leaned closer.
Shinka's brows furrowed, confusion and worry mingling in his expression.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked, trying to ignore the way her touch made his heart race.
"I will convert this device into a black hole bomb." St. Germain explained smoothly, tracing a line along his jaw. "It's enough of a threat to draw out our heroic Kamijou. He can't resist trying to save the world."
Shinka's eyes widened in shock.
"Are you really going to make it into a black hole bomb?" He gulped nervously, hoping for some reassurance.
St. Germain chuckled, a sound that was both teasing and unsettling.
"No, darling. It's only a bluff." She whispered, brushing her lips close to his ear as if sharing a secret. "But he doesn't need to know that."
Shinka's heart pounded, and he exhaled shakily.
I really hope that's true. He thought, desperately trying to steady his nerves.
Wanting to change the subject, Shinka asked, "Why do you see Kamijou Touma as your nemesis?"
He hoped the question would shift her attention from the unnerving plan to a more straightforward answer.
St. Germain's eyes narrowed slightly, her playful demeanor replaced with a shadow of seriousness.
"It's because of his Imagine Breaker." She said, trailing a finger down his chest as she spoke. "It cancels out all supernatural phenomena."
"So, he can cancel out the power of the Venus' Girdle?" Shinka asked, feeling the weight of her words settle in his mind.
St. Germain nodded, her expression sharpening. "Exactly. And since he's allied with the Trinity, including Saten Ruiko, and Accelerator, Frenda-chan's current lovers, it's only a matter of time before they call him in to undo the Girdle's power if you use it."
Shinka nodded slowly, the pieces falling into place.
"So, we need to defeat him first?" He echoed, even as doubt churned inside him.
St. Germain's smile returned, seductive and triumphant.
"Yes, you get it, Shinka-kun." She said, leaning in so close that he could feel her breath against his skin.
"I do." Shinka replied, forcing his voice to stay steady, even as he added silently in his mind.
You're absolutely insane.
Mikoto-senpai raised her hand, arcs of electricity crackling fiercely around her, building in intensity until she fired her full-powered railgun. The blazing projectile, a Dark Matter coin Ruiko had created for her for this very purpose, accelerated to supersonic speeds through electromagnetic force, tore through the air with a deafening roar. The immense energy warped the air around it, leaving a streak of brilliant orange light in its wake as it obliterated anything unfortunate enough to be in its path. The shockwaves radiating from the shot rippled violently through the atmosphere, a testament to the unparalleled destructive force Senpai could unleash.
Beside her, Naru-chan stood ready, encased in her formidable Panzer Demon Frame, its chakra-forged structure glowing faintly with the otherworldly energy that it was made out of. Planting her feet, the exoskeleton's servos roared to life, amplifying her movements. With a forceful motion, she unleashed a Double Sudden Impact, her fists slamming forward in perfect unison. The pistons built into the Demon Frame's massive arms activated, magnifying the kinetic energy into two devastating bursts. The ground beneath her fractured instantly, erupting into jagged craters, while the shockwaves rippled outward in concentric waves, obliterating everything in their radius and leaving the surrounding area in complete ruin.
Lastly, Ruiko, radiant in her Angel Mode, hovered gracefully just above the ground, her entire form glowing with ethereal brilliance as AIM energy radiated from her like a living sun. She raised her arms, and a luminous wave of multicolored light burst outward in a dazzling arc. The vibrant energy expanded with staggering intensity, its rainbow hues almost mesmerizing as the wave consumed everything in its path. The demolecularization effect left no trace of the obstacles it touched, reducing them to nothingness. The radiant glow lit the battlefield in vivid colors, its awe-inspiring beauty standing in stark contrast to the utter devastation it caused.
Together, the combined force of their attacks hurtled toward the massive block of pitch-black carbon sealing the Dianoid away. The initial impact sent shockwaves rippling through the carbon shell, its surface shimmering like liquid under the immense pressure. The thunderous explosion that followed illuminated the area with bursts of blinding light, scattering debris in every direction and shaking the ground with an almost unbearable intensity. Yet, as the energy subsided, the carbon shell, though heavily damaged and fractured in places, remained intact. Deep cracks spiderwebbed across its surface, a testament to the overwhelming force of the assault, but it was not enough to break through. The barrier held firm, defying their combined might and leaving the Dianoid still imprisoned within its impenetrable prison.
"It's not working." Naru-chan said, dropping out of her Demon Frame with a whine.
The carbon shell, despite the damage it sustained, began to regenerate, dark tendrils snaking across its surface and knitting back together seamlessly. The patches of damage filled in, returning the shell to its solid, unbroken state within moments.
"We can see that." Mikoto-senpai muttered, rolling her eyes at Naru's statement.
Dismissing her Angel Mode, Ruiko nodded but kept silent, turning her focus to the towering structure before them. The Dianoid was entirely encased, transformed into what looked like an immense, rectangular block of pitch-black carbon. It loomed, impenetrable, as if the entire skyscraper had been swallowed and replaced by this monolithic, unnatural form.
Ruiko turned to her teammates, her tone serious. "We're not getting in by blasting through this. Not without using enough firepower to risk bringing the whole Dianoid down."
Senpai frowned, crossing her arms. "Then how are we supposed to get in?"
Naru-chan glanced over her shoulder and pointed behind them. "Maybe we deal with him first?"
The Number 5 followed Naru-chan's gesture, turning and spotting their arrival.
"Oh, him." She said with a mix of exasperation and relief.
Ruiko spoke without turning. "Accel, you're late."
Accel snorted as he landed, dispelling the tornado that had carried him there. Using her diagnostic powers to observe behind her, Ruiko saw him cross his arms and say, "I came as soon as I could. Making sure the brats were safely with their nannies took time."
Ruiko raised an eyebrow. "I activated Big Spider to ensure that. You could've trusted their safety to them."
Accel shook his head, a stern look on his face. "I'm not leaving our daughters' safety to Skill-Outs, no matter how cleaned up they are nowadays."
Ruiko smiled with mild exasperation. Her boyfriend was feeling overprotective, but he was too proud to admit it. Instead, she simply said, "Whatever you say."
Accel's eyes narrowed, catching her subtle skepticism, but he let it pass. "The girls want their Frenda-mama and Shinka-nii rescued now. They're looking forward to the birthday party tonight."
Ruiko sighed, feeling both affection and exasperation towards their demanding daughters. Were they spoiled? Maybe. But how could she deny those perfect, little angels? "I know. Let's make this quick."
Accel asked, "So, like the [Railgun] and [Chibi] said, how are we getting in there?"
Instead of responding directly, Ruiko turned to Naru-chan. "Think you can manage teleporting in with the coordinates I just sent to your phone?"
Naru-chan pulled out her phone, glancing at the message and nodding. "I can. But how did you get these coordinates? Isn't the carbon shell's magic blocking your ability to scan inside?"
Ruiko nodded. "It's blocking most of my diagnostic powers, but quantum entanglement still works. I used Frenda's phone in Entanglement mode and its sensors to get viable coordinates."
Mikoto-senpai sighed, shaking her head. "I thought it was overkill when we added those modes to our phones. Guess I was wrong."
"Told you so." Ruiko said with a smug smirk, though her expression quickly shifted to one of focused determination as she turned to Naru-chan. "Take Senpai with you."
The Number 2 nodded in acknowledgment, her expression calm but focused. She stepped closer to Mikoto-senpai, placing a firm hand on her shoulder and teleported them into the sealed Dianoid.
Turning to Accel, Ruiko asked. "Ready?"
Accel simply nodded, and Ruiko placed her hand on his arm before teleporting them after Naru-chan and Mikoto-senpai. It was time to rendezvous with Frenda-chan and end this Incident.
Done and done! Thanks to Nameless as always!
Wow, this chapter went from friendly hangout to Incident in like five seconds flat. Poor Shinka, dealing with his old sex friend, her new relationship and having it rubbed in his face just to get at Touma? At least give the shota a break! And now we got the squad forming up to jump these losers, like the bosses they tend to be. You'd think people would learn by now not to F with the Trinity and those adjacent to them!? Seriously, the suicide rates in Academy City must be insane!
Nameless: Absolutely. It gets so bloody skewed by all these suicidal idiots coming in from outside to get killed by the Trinity and their friends. [Shakes head] On another note, some of you might be wondering why we even decided to write the St. Germain arc. The answer is simple: it was necessary to introduce St. Germain to the story, not so much their character, but the abilities they bring. These abilities are pivotal to several canon arcs moving forward, whether or not we decide to cover them. At the same time, we wanted to use this arc to explore the dynamics and consequences of the Ruiko-Accel-Frenda throuple in greater depth. Hopefully, you will agree it was worth the focus.
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