Chapter 1

"Hngf!"

The breath burst from her throat when her back struck the ground.

Ronie yanked aside the cloth that clung to her face and struggled in the

darkness for a few moments before recognizing that she was in her own

bedroom. She'd fallen out of the bed in her sleep.

There was only darkness outside the window. Ronie collected her blankets

and climbed back into bed.

It was late February now, and although the sunlight was getting warmer, the

predawn morning was still freezing cold. If only Central Cathedral had the same

natural water-heating system that Obsidia Palace did over in the Dark Territory,

she wished with a sigh, pulling the blankets tighter around herself.

Ronie wasn't a particularly fretful sleeper—as far as she knew—but it was

clearly the dream about that terrible day that had caused her to struggle

enough to fall out of bed. She often forgot the dream as soon as she awoke, but

this time, the nightmare was still vivid in her mind.

Her return to Centoria after the Otherworld War was in mid-November of the

year 380 HE. The Human Unification Council convened in December, and the

Rebellion of the Four Empires happened in February 381 HE, which meant that

it was exactly a year ago that Ronie and Tiese had crossed swords with Emperor

Cruiga Norlangarth.

Perhaps that was why she'd had the dream—Why do people dream anyway?

she wondered, waiting for the sleep fairy to pay her a visit—but her eyelids did

not grow heavy again. After three minutes of not falling asleep, the five o'clock

bells rang quietly outside, so she surrendered and sat up.

Ronie hit the floor feetfirst this time, draping a heavy shawl around her

shoulders and reaching for the lamp on the table. She turned a large screw in

the middle of the body, causing the water filling the glass container to flow into

a lower compartment. This exposed a mineral rock the size of a large egg inside

the lamp, which in turn began to glow with its own natural, soft-yellow light.

When they'd returned from the dark lands two days ago, Kirito had about ten

of Obsidia's famous ore lamps packed into his dragoncraft's cargo space, which

he gave away to others, including one each to Ronie and Tiese. Not only was it

simple to light—simply drain the water to light it up and flip it over to return the

water and extinguish it—the ore lamps were also easier to use than traditional

oil lamps and even the cathedral's light-element lamps, because there was no

element generation required.

Of course, the stones—they called them luminores, apparently—didn't burn

for an everlasting period. If you left them exposed, they would eventually burn

out in about four days. So even if she was very careful about extinguishing the

lamp, it might last a month at best. That made her feel guilty about using it like

this, but Kirito seemed to be considering a much larger import of the stones

from the Dark Territory.

Since they would burn on their own if not submerged in water, some special

care was needed to transport them long distances, but once that process was

stabilized, Centoria's nights would be much brighter. It might bring some relief

to Obsidia, too, which was becoming overcrowded with refugees who couldn't

find work there.

Still, the status of one glowing ore wasn't going to turn the fortunes of the

dark realm around. Kirito was busy searching for solutions to its fundamental

lack of solar and soil resources—and thus, a lack of farming adequate to

support its population. But so far, his research hadn't yielded any results.

He was placing his greatest hopes in the land on the other side of the Wall at

the End of the World, the obstacle that surrounded the entire Underworld, but

this, too, had many challenges associated with it. The infinite, unscalable wall

kept all living things from passing through it. So could it even be crossed by a

dragoncraft? And if you got there, would you find another vast land before you

—or simply nothingness?

"...Even still…," Ronie murmured. But she didn't complete her thought.

Instead, she moved to her bureau and the sword stand atop it. She silently

lifted a longsword in a black leather sheath—and also removed a small wooden

box from a drawer—before returning to the table.

The sword, which had a black leather handle like the sheath and a platinum

hilt carved to look like a crescent moon, was a special sword given to her by

Swordswoman Subdelegate Asuna just five days prior. Its priority level was 39—

not to the level of a Divine Object, but far too fine for a mere apprentice knight.

The blade glowed dazzlingly in the light of the ore lamp when she unsheathed

it, but there was one small scratch on its surface. That was from the moment

when she'd slashed the left arm of the man in the black robe, who'd been

abducting Leazetta, the daughter of Commander Iskahn and Ambassador

Sheyta, on the top floor of the dark lands' Obsidia Palace.

The sword's actual life had been restored after two whole days in its

protective sheath, but any stains or nicks would have to be buffed out by hand.

She placed the weapon on the table and opened the wooden box. First, she

used a cotton cloth to wipe clean the blade, hilt, and handle. Then she drizzled

some polishing oil on a piece of silver-backed deer leather from the southern

empire and carefully, thoroughly polished the blade.

Back at Swordcraft Academy, Kirito and Eugeo often chatted about this and

that as they polished their respective Night-Sky Blade and Blue Rose Sword.

Ronie very much enjoyed being present in their company as they did it. The

month and a half that she and Tiese served as their pages was the most

enjoyable and vivid time in her seventeen years of life.

Of course, now that the Otherworld War and the Rebellion of the Four

Empires were over, and peace had returned, life at the cathedral was enjoyable.

Though training in swordsmanship, sacred arts, and Incarnation was difficult,

she wished she could continue it forever. But those momentary glimpses of a

shadow crossing Tiese's or Kirito's faces were always a reminder that Eugeo was

gone…and his absence left a great emptiness in their lives.

Kirito and Eugeo, Ronie and Tiese. How precious the time had been for the

four of them, how irreplaceable. But it was gone forever now, never to return.

And yet…

Perhaps that feeling wasn't just because of Eugeo's absence.

Perhaps it was because, like Tiese's fleeting feelings of romance, Ronie also

knew that her sentiments would never be returned, again and again…

"Ah…!"

Her hand suddenly slipped, grazing the flesh of her thumb against the blade's

edge. Ronie set down the sword and looked at her finger. There was almost no

pain at all, but beads of blood were rising along a very fine cut.

She lifted her left hand to generate light elements, then stopped herself and

lowered it. Instead, she popped her thumb into her mouth and licked the

wound. It stopped bleeding at once but would take some time before it sealed

up. This was her punishment for letting her mind wander as she handled her

weapon.

The process of polishing with the oiled leather was done, so lastly, she used a

soft cloth to leave it spotless and clear, then returned the sword to the sheath.

It was through acts like this that she would steadily form a connection with

her weapon, the newly named Moonbeam Sword. By the time she had

completely mastered control over it, all these feelings with no place to go

would be sorted out for good.

Ronie stood up, returned the sword and her supplies to the bureau, and

tossed her shawl onto the bed. Then she stripped off her pajamas, prompting

her to sneeze briefly as the chill hit her skin.

Why do people sneeze? I'll have to ask Kirito whenever I ask him why people

dream, she thought, hurrying over to the wardrobe where she kept her knight's

uniform.

February 23rd of the 382nd year of the Human Era.

A cold rain that started up before dawn pelted the large glass windows lining

the Great Hall of Ghostly Light on the fiftieth floor of Central Cathedral.

An extra walkway with banisters, located high up along the walls, outfitted

the great hall, and it was here that Ronie and Tiese stood, watching the council

meeting below.

As for why they were in the great hall and not at the round table, it was

because they were taking care of Fanatio's baby, Berche, and he was generally

happier when he was higher up. Of course, the fiftieth floor itself was more

than two hundred mels above the ground, but a one-year-old toddler couldn't

tell when he was isolated by thick walls and sturdy glass.

"Ronie, you saw Sheyta's baby in Obsidia, right?" Tiese whispered as she

rocked the sleepy Berche in her arms.

"Yes, and I gave her milk, too."

"Awww, lucky. She's only three months, right? She must be so tiny and

cute…"

"Oh, she had the softest, most delicate hair, and large, curious eyes…"

Suddenly, Tiese had a far-off look in her eyes. "Aw…Berche's cute when he's

sleeping, but boys and girls are just different. I hope Sheyta brings her along the

next time she makes a return visit…"

Ronie was about to reassure Tiese that she would but stopped herself.

She hadn't yet told her friend that Leazetta, said daughter of Sheyta and

Iskahn, had been abducted, if only for half a day. Kirito had asked her not to say

anything until he could announce the news at today's council meeting. In fact,

all the misgivings and worries she felt about that incident had only grown over

the last few days, rather than faded.

She could understand why the kidnapper would go after Leazetta. If he

wanted to threaten Kirito, there couldn't be a more effective hostage than baby

Lea. Perhaps Swordswoman Subdelegate Asuna, but there wasn't a villain

capable of kidnapping and imprisoning her in all of the Underworld now.

It was the means that were a mystery.

The kidnapper had snuck in near the very top floor of heavily guarded Obsidia

Palace, which was still 150 mels tall, if not nearly as tall as the cathedral. After

abducting Leazetta, he had opened the window of the supposedly sealed

fiftieth floor and snuck into the throne room to hide. Thankfully, Kirito had

discovered him, and though Ronie had gotten a good blow on his left arm as he

jumped out the window, a body had never turned up.

When the fiftieth-floor window had opened, Ronie had seen a glowing-red

jewel around the kidnapper's neck. When she'd told Commander Iskahn about

it, he'd said that there had been a similar stone in the crown Emperor Vecta had

worn before his death in the war.

Iskahn still suspected that the kidnapper was involved in the assassins guild,

but that organization had already been disbanded, apparently. And the artificial

life-forms known as minions that the kidnapper used to sow chaos inside the

castle could only be produced by the vastly weakened dark mages guild.

What was happening in the Dark Territory…and in Centoria? Who was doing it

—and why…?

"…And that's basically everything that happened at Obsidia Palace," Ronie

heard Kirito say below, bringing her back to her senses.

At nearly the same moment, Tiese exclaimed, "What…? You went through all

of that, over there?!"

Apparently, Kirito had been explaining what'd happened in Obsidia at the

same time Ronie had been retracing all their steps in her mind. She glanced at

her best friend and gave an awkward shrug. "Y-yeah…but I wasn't really in any

particular danger."

"You attacked someone kidnapping a baby; that sounds plenty dangerous to

me! Good grief…I suppose pages really do take after their tutors."

"I don't remember that being a saying at school…," Ronie argued. Meanwhile,

the meeting below proceeded:

"I have no desire to dredge up what has already happened, Swordsman

Delegate, but I most certainly warned you about this the other day! For every

job in the world, there's at least one person who makes it their calling!" said a

deep voice like a bowstring made of steel. It belonged to Integrity Knight

Deusolbert Synthesis Seven. He was dressed in a kimono of the eastern style

rather than his usual bronze-red armor because of the early hour, but the time

clearly had no effect on his strictness.

"There are many guards stationed around Obsidia Palace, I'm sure," he

continued. "You should have left them to deal with the miscreant! You are now

the cornerstone of the human realm—of the entire Underworld! I'm certain you

must know the consequences for our world if you were to be hurt!"

When Deusolbert was done, the next to speak was the new Integrity Knight

commander, Fanatio Synthesis Two, who was usually responsible for calming

him down.

"I actually agree with Deusolbert this time. Boy—I mean, Swordsman

Delegate—the age is over when you are the one taking up your sword to fight

with the enemy. I hope you understand that."

Renly Synthesis Twenty-Seven and the other agency heads of the cathedral

nodded vigorously at this assessment. The north end of the round table was

turning into a scolding session rather than a meeting, where the swordsman

delegate dressed in black looked somber but tried to state his case in a less than

grave manner.

"L-look, I get what you're all trying to say…but even Commander Bercouli

used to wander off by himself to the End Mountains to get into fights with the

dark knights, didn't he? It's like, you can put your leaders and representatives

and such in a safe place where they won't get hurt, but, you know, how do you

build trust that way…?"

I suppose it's just like Kirito to have a perfectly good reason but still manage to

deliver it in a way that sounds like a child's excuse, thought Ronie from the

walkway above.

"You and Commander Bercouli had very different positions!"

The voice filled the great hall with all the bite of a sharpened blade edge.

It belonged to a very thin knight who had not been present at the previous

council meeting.

His fanciful, flowing armor was pale green. His dark-green hair, a very rare

shade, was so long that it threatened to touch the floor when he sat in a chair,

but he was most definitely male. Behind him, a long spear with its head

protected by a special leather sheath stood on its own on the floor, perfectly

balanced.

The knight fixed Kirito with a piercing gaze. "Commander Bercouli continued

his battle to protect the realm and the Axiom Church on the wishes of the

mighty Administrator for years and years! But you are under no one's orders,

Swordsman Delegate…which means that it is your duty that compels you to

behave properly!"

Kirito took a step back, intimidated by the knight's eloquent speech, but he

still protested. "B-by that logic, I could just order myself to do whatever I

wanted…"

The knight clanked loudly, rising with his hands on the table. But the present

commander, Fanatio, smoothly interceded before more seething rebukes could

fly.

"Calm yourself, little Negi."

"I am not a green onion! My name is Nergius!" he shot back, incensed—but

sat down obediently all the same. The knight's name was Nergius Synthesis

Sixteen. He was a higher Integrity Knight, one of those who had served the

Axiom Church for over a hundred years.

According to the process of giving names in the human world, the name

Nergius was a desire for him to be blessed with nobility, boldness, and

intelligence. But ever since Ronie heard about the backstory of his divine

weapon, the Budding Storm Spear, she'd playfully imagined a different meaning

to his name.

In a farming village in a more remote region of Wesdarath, there was a prized

vegetable known as the rico onion. It was twice as long and three times as thick

as the regular kind of green onion, otherwise known as negi, and four times as

sweet—at least, according to the sales pitch. At any rate, one day many years in

the past, a farmer noticed that an especially tall rico onion was growing in the

corner of one of his fields.

Delighted, the farmer began to take great care of it, hoping to encourage it to

grow even larger. The green onion grew and grew, until it was over one mel

long, then two mels.

Eventually, tales of the monster onion spread across the countryside, such

that visitors came from nearby towns and villages to marvel at it. Feeling

greedy, the farmer chose not to harvest the plant but told visitors that praying

to it would bring good luck, and he charged them to see it. The plant continued

to grow past three mels, then four, and its stalk was over fifty cens thick. The

roots where it should have been white took on a silver, metallic sheen, and the

green of its stalk grew more vivid by the day.

After several months passed, the farmer noticed that something was wrong

with his field. None of the new rico onions he was planting would bud. The

failure to grow spread to the fields of other farmers, until the entire village was

convinced that the cause of the trouble was that monster onion the farmer was

treasuring.

At last, the village elder was forced to make a decision: The farmer had to

dispose of his monstrous bounty, which was over seven mels in height at this

point. He tried to use cattle to pull it out, but the plant did not budge. Next, he

tried to cut it down with his ax, but the blade could not get through it. He had

no other choice but to dig it up from the roots, but when he started, the sky

grew cloudy, and a ferocious storm swept over the village.

After a full day of fierce wind and rain, all the onion fields had been reduced

to sludgy swamps, leaving only the monster standing tall and healthy in their

midst.

Nergius's Budding Storm Spear was supposedly what remained when

Administrator converted that monster onion into a spear for him. Its priority

level was in the range of Divine Objects, but it had very strange physical

properties; it would stand straight up when placed alone on the ground or the

floor, and it would never fall over, no matter the angle.

Its owner was just as upright and straightforward, and though he was

undoubtedly a proud and regal knight who had served the Church for many

years, he did not leave a very good impression on Ronie. For one thing, Nergius

had been the strongest proponent for charging Kirito with heresy and putting

him to death when Kirito had become largely unresponsive, following his defeat

of Administrator.

Thanks to the levelheaded argument of Commander Bercouli, the hard-liners

decided against an immediate execution, but from what she'd heard, Alice had

to take Kirito away from Centoria to protect him. Plus, members of Nergius's

faction were the ones who stayed behind during the Otherworld War to protect

the cathedral and the End Mountains, so she couldn't help but feel a mental

distance from them.

To calm himself down, Nergius grabbed the cup of tea on the table before

him and downed it in one go. In the moment of released tension that followed,

a new—but extremely languid—voice filled the silence.

"Well, I suppose what I would say is: Since Master Kirito takes it upon himself

to do anything and everything, we feel sad that there's not a lot of trust in us.

Isn't that right, Negio?"

Still holding the empty cup, Nergius glared at the seat to his right. "I never

said I felt sad!" he growled, although he did not comment on the strange

nickname. It seemed less that he accepted it and more that he was resigned to

it at this point.

The other speaker was a young knight who was the same age—visually

speaking, at least—as Nergius. He was a bit taller and sturdier than Nergius,

with his hair cut to just two or three cens in length, and wore purplish-blue

armor. He used a traditional longsword, which was hanging from his left side,

rather than standing unassisted on the floor.

His name was Entokia Synthesis Eighteen. He, too, was an elder Integrity

Knight and had not taken part in the direct fighting during the war. Like Nergius,

he'd been absent for the last several months with business in the southern

empire. Apparently, they were investigating whether it would be possible to

reopen the tunnel through the End Mountains that had been filled in ages ago.

After Renly, Kirito looked like the youngest person at the meeting. He brushed

aside his black hair nervously and said, "Ah, well…I get what you're saying,

Nergius and Entokia, but I'm just not the type of person who sits in a tower and

gives orders. And it's not like I'm doing everything by myself. I had you two

performing a very difficult and crucial mission in the south…"

"There! That's the problem!" Entokia suddenly shouted, causing Kirito to

flinch and lean away.

"Wh-what is?"

"You don't have to be so formal with us like that. Just call me Enki and call

Negio Negio, and it'll really shrink the distance between us…"

"Stop that!" Nergius snapped with great alarm. "He can call you whatever you

want, but don't drag me into it!"

Next to Ronie, Tiese giggled, though she felt guilty about it. But even the

Integrity Knights couldn't hear the sound of whispers from the distant walkway.

"They're not bad people…I think," she murmured.

Ronie nodded slightly. "Lady Fanatio said that the reason they can believe so

firmly in Kirito is because they fought against him once before. I think

Deusolbert…and even Alice feel the same way. Sir Nergius and Sir Entokia

weren't at the cathedral when Kirito and Eugeo invaded, because they were

busy guarding the mountains."

"Oh, right…By the way, why does Sir Entokia call him Master Kirito?"

"I don't know…"

While they pondered that mystery, Deusolbert clapped his hands forcefully to

get the discussion back on topic. "You two can focus on deepening your

friendship with the swordsman delegate all you like after the meeting is over.

We have more urgent matters to discuss at present."

Nergius straightened up, indicating he was listening, and Entokia raised his

hands in a sign of understanding.

"Now…from what the delegate tells us, it's clear there is some force that

seeks to make the human realm and dark realm go to war again. If that robed

man's plot had come to fruition, and the swordsman delegate was publicly

executed in Obsidia, our movement toward greater commerce would have

been called off…and we could certainly have plunged back into hostilities."

The youngest of the knights, Renly Synthesis Twenty-Seven, nodded

vigorously. "Since reforming the system of nobility and releasing all private

lands, Kirito's been extremely popular in the capital…It was enough that he was

the hero who stopped Emperor Vecta, but now he's proven himself capable of

popular political measures as well."

Ronie was not surprised to see Kirito react to this praise by shrugging

uncomfortably. "Actually, it was the agency heads of the Axiom Church who did

the real work of reforming the class system, and we had help from Sorti…er,

from General Serlut and Instructor Levantein and other high nobles. I'm sure

the holdings would have been released eventually, even if I hadn't said

anything. Plus…"

He paused, trailing off, then resumed at a quieter volume, "The people of the

city…of the entire realm…don't know that I killed the pontifex and the prime

senator. The support for the Human Unification Council is synonymous with

their belief and trust in the Axiom Church. They still think Administrator is in a

long hibernation on the top floor of the cathedral. If they find out that's a lie

and that I killed her, whatever popularity I have will vanish in a blink."

That caused Nergius's expression to harden again. After Administrator had

died, apparently Commander Bercouli gathered all the remaining knights in

Central Cathedral here at the Great Hall of Ghostly Light and revealed the

secrets of the Axiom Church that Alice had told him.

Including that the pontifex, in preparation for a coming war with the Dark

Territory, was creating monstrous creatures with swords arranged like

skeletons. And that to build those monsters, she would use the majority of the

population, converting them into swords for her own purposes.

On top of that, the body who presided over the Integrity Knights, the senate,

was in fact comprised of just one member: Prime Senator Chudelkin. When the

Integrity Knights vanished without warning, it was because Chudelkin's Deep

Freeze art forced them into a long, long sleep…

The hard-liners like Nergius reluctantly withdrew their idea for Kirito's

execution only after they'd seen for themselves seven Integrity Knights whom

the senate had put on ice. Even to this day, they still hadn't finished analyzing

the command for Deep Freeze, and so the knights kept sleeping, high up

somewhere in the cathedral building.

And there was one last thing: The death of the newest and final Integrity

Knight, Eldrie Synthesis Thirty-One, who had viewed Kirito as a traitor before he

perished in the battle to defend the Eastern Gate, had a powerful effect on the

attitude of the hard-liners, according to what Deusolbert told them between

training sessions.

Ronie and Tiese had passed by Eldrie at the staging area for the Eastern Gate

a number of times but never actually traded words with him. They vividly

remembered the handsome knight with the lilac-colored curls, striding around

smoothly but with a face etched with some hidden mourning.

Commander Bercouli revealed most of the pontifex's secrets to the knights,

but there was one thing he didn't say—or perhaps that he couldn't say.

That was the greatest secret of the Integrity Knights: the Synthesis Ritual.

The Integrity Knights, with their mind-boggling strength, were supposedly

denizens of the celestial world who were summoned into the mortal realm by

Administrator's prayers and returned there when they lost their lives in the line

of duty. But only the knights themselves actually believed this story.

In fact, it was duelists with enough skill to win the Four-Empire Unification

Tournament or those with enough willpower to violate the Taboo Index who

were captured and taken to the cathedral, where their memories would be

blocked and replaced by false memories of the celestial realm, thus making

them Integrity Knights.

The reason this fragile artifice worked for hundreds of years was because, as a

general rule, the Integrity Knights did not interact with the common people

whatsoever. They only spoke to regular people when lawbreaking occurred.

And such incidents happened only once in decades.

So the families of the Integrity Knights believed that their sons and daughters

had achieved the highest honor possible, while tragically, the knights

themselves had lost all memories of those families.

That situation was changing, however. Since the Otherworld War and the

Rebellion of the Four Empires, a small number of knights had begun offering

training to the soldiers of the Human Guardian Army, and once they got

comfortable with chatting about themselves, the topic of the knights' identities

would arise. The time would soon come when a very difficult conversation

needed to happen, where Kirito would inform the knights that they had all been

human born—and that there was no celestial realm at all, or so he claimed.

Even now, Kirito was faced with problems beyond one person's means.

If only I wasn't an apprentice but a full-fledged knight with the right to sit at

the table. I wouldn't let even the elder knights over a hundred years older than

me speak such nonsense, Ronie imagined as she listened to them argue.

Kirito's dangerous comment about how he'd killed the pontifex left Fanatio

and Deusolbert without a response. It was Nergius who broke the heavy silence

that followed, but after his earlier outbursts, he was surprisingly calm.

"…I have no interest in rehashing the debate of your past actions, Swordsman

Delegate. If this is what will create a lasting peace with the dark lands, then I

think it is for the good of all."

Adding on to his partner's comment, Entokia said, "I don't take issue with that

part. And nowhere in the Taboo Index does it say you're not allowed to fight

with the pontifex."

That brought about annoyed sighs from the two oldest knights.

There might not be a specific entry in the Taboo Index that said that, but Book

One, Chapter One, Verse One states "Thou shalt not rebel against the Axiom

Church," clear as day. Escaping from prison, racing up the cathedral while

defeating knight after knight, then attacking the prime senator and pontifex

was clearly a massive act of rebellion against the Church, Ronie knew. Even now

that she was an apprentice knight and free from the obligation to obey the

Taboo Index and the Basic Imperial Law, she did not think she could ever do

something like that.

On the other hand, Kirito and Eugeo had the help of the other pontifex, the

one who existed on the same level as Administrator, Cardinal. It was Cardinal

who healed Fanatio when she was on the verge of death after fighting Kirito—

and Cardinal who supposedly perished in the battle against Administrator.

That led to an issue of legal interpretation: What exactly was the Axiom

Church as defined by the Taboo Index, then? In the past, any doubts about the

text of the Taboo Index could be solved by simply deferring to the pontifex or

the prime senator, but they were now gone. And the Integrity Knights hadn't

been given any special privilege to perform their own individual interpretations

of the Taboo Index.

In other words, as Kirito himself said, the title of swordsman delegate of the

Unification Council did not carry its own unshakable weight, either within the

human realm or within the Axiom Church itself.

"I suppose we'll have to leave the investigation of the robed man up to Sheyta

and Commander Iskahn," finished Fanatio, making a steeple with her fingers

atop the table. "Whether he is from the assassins guild or the dark mages guild

over there, we cannot have any effect on the matter. That is, we cannot send

spies into Obsidia."

"I agree that it would be a bad idea, and I'd be afraid of the enemy catching

them and using them against us. If I was going to send anyone…"

The rest of the table could unanimously sense that the remainder of his

statement was going to be I'd just go myself, so it was no surprise that he

stopped himself and shook his head.

"…No, never mind. Anyway, we'll just have to wait for a report from the Dark

Territory about the murder of Yazen…And I suppose that means we won't be

able to release Oroi the mountain goblin from captivity here for a while, either,"

Kirito muttered pensively.

For the very first time at the meeting, his partner, the subdelegate Asuna,

opened her mouth to speak. Knowing her, she'd been silent until now to keep

herself from snapping at Nergius.

"We're doing everything we can for Oroi and showing him the notable sights

of the cathedral every day, so he's not complaining about his house arrest. But

he's a little homesick…er, I mean…"

She glanced at Kirito for help, but whatever the sacred-tongue term she'd

tried to use was, he didn't know a proper translation into the common tongue,

either.

"Um…what do you call it here when you're traveling and you feel down

because you're thinking about your home and family?" Asuna asked. The

knights and agency heads looked stumped.

"Well…I understand the feeling you describe, but we have no families, and the

cathedral is our home…so if you wanted a single term…" Deusolbert hummed.

Ronie and Tiese shared a look. It wasn't during travel, but there were times they

felt that way at the dorms of the academy, and they knew what to call it. Tiese

jabbed an elbow into her side, so Ronie leaned over the railing of the walkway.

"Um, I think you'd call it nostalgic melancholy!"

Everyone in the meeting looked up at Ronie and nodded in recognition. She

pulled away hastily and saw that little Berche was now wriggling in Tiese's arms,

probably from the sound of shouting. But Tiese rocked him even more

vigorously, and the baby smacked his lips and went back to sleep.

"Nostalgic melancholy? That's very interesting, Ronie. Thank you," Asuna said,

waving up at the girl. She continued, "Well, I feel as though Oroi is suffering

some of that melancholy now, so in two or three days, I expect he'll be asking

to go home. I'm hoping we can solve this case before then…"

"Three days is asking a lot, I think. Even a horse messenger from Obsidia is

going to take two weeks for a one-way trip," Fanatio pointed out.

"And you'll be adding however many days it takes for them to finish their

investigation," Kirito added. "I think we ought to look into whatever we can

here, rather than waiting for Sheyta to get back to us."

"But the dagger used to kill Yazen has vanished, hasn't it? There were no

witnesses and no reason for the victim to have been killed. There are no leads

to follow," Entokia interjected, a grave comment, although his tone of voice

was light. The group fell silent.

After a little while, another figure who'd been holding her silence like Asuna

hesitantly raised a hand. She wore a spotless white robe and had brown hair

tied into one big braid. Her name was Ayuha Furia, a very talented young

woman who'd been chosen to lead the Axiom Church's sacred artificers

brigade.

The sacred artificers brigade had previously been known as the priesthood:

the body that ran all the local churches throughout the Human Empire. There

was a church in every town and village in the realm, manned by users of sacred

arts known by the sacred terms brother and sister. In some places, these people

had even more influence than village elders or mayors. Managing these people

meant naturally possessing a great amount of hidden influence.

And the four bishops who controlled the priesthood wielded more power

than even the high nobles, in a sense. But when Commander Bercouli requested

their help and attendance in the battle to defend the Eastern Gate, all four of

them refused. Of the roughly three hundred members who joined the Human

Guardian Army during the war, the majority were lower or intermediate

members, and only a hundred or so masters of attack arts took part. Virtually all

the high priests and above stayed put inside the cathedral.

After the war was over, and the Unification Council was founded, it was

revealed that all four bishops were stockpiling riches in their private quarters,

and they were exiled from Central Cathedral. The priesthood itself was

reformed into the sacred artificers brigade, and the fifth-ranked noble Ayuha

Furia was chosen to be its first leader.

Ayuha not only attended the battle at the gate, but she also took part in the

decoy force, fighting fiercely to the end of the war and displaying great

leadership over the priests in battle. Ronie had been in the same unit and

vividly recalled the sight of her rushing around to perform healing arts, her

white robe stained red with the blood of the wounded. Her sacred arts power

was not on the level of the senior Integrity Knights, but her knowledge of the

arts and reagents was vast. And above all else, she was earnest and kind.

If Ronie was going to learn sacred arts, she'd want to take lessons from

Ayuha. Sadly, the two girls' teacher was Ayuha's younger sister, Soness Furia, a

librarian at the newly arranged Great Library, and she was very strict. You could

tell how bad it was because Swordswoman Subdelegate Asuna took lessons,

too, and though she was as unshakable as a great tree, even she complained

about Soness from time to time.

Soness had the right to attend the meetings, too, but unless it was an

emergency of some kind, she almost never left her library. She claimed that if

she didn't decipher the arts placed upon the library by the previous librarian,

there was no saying what might happen, but Ronie didn't understand what that

meant.

Fanatio nodded at Ayuha to acknowledge her. The young woman took a

breath and spoke slowly and calmly. "As for that matter, the sacred artificers

brigade may be able to offer some assistance."

"Oh…? What do you mean?"

"We've been making progress in deciphering the command used to bind the

automated senate that was designed to detect violators of the Taboo Index…

and it seems that those pitiable senators could not only instantly detect

violators of the Taboo Index, but they could even look into the past, to a certain

degree, in order to observe them."

"Into the past…?" Fanatio murmured. The other knights and agency heads

looked equally befuddled.

But Kirito leaned forward so vigorously his chair rattled. "W-wait a second,"

he stammered. "Does that mean they can see the server log…er, I mean, can

they see past events in a viewable form? It can't be…but I guess it's possible…If

the system detected a violation of the Taboo Index, by the time you opened a

window, the violation itself would have already happened. Unless you could

look into the past, you wouldn't be able to confirm what actually took place.

How many days in the past can that art cover?"

"At present, it is difficult to span anything measured in days, Swordsman

Delegate. I attempted the art myself, but the strain was so great that thirty

minutes was the furthest I could go. If I could have used this past-scrying right

after the incident occurred, that would have been best, but we only discovered

the documents yesterday," Ayuha admitted with frustration. Kirito frowned and

crossed his arms.

While the delegate thought this over, locked in deep concentration, the

subdelegate took over. "Ayuha, you mentioned that the strain was great. What

exactly do you mean by that?"

"Well, it's difficult to describe in words…It's like an uncontrollable surge of

sound and light flowing through my mind. Keeping my concentration just on the

sights I am seeking is extremely hard. And a single use of the past-scrying art is

utterly exhausting. It should be possible to rewrite the formula to be more

efficient, but that will take time, too."

"I see," Asuna said, mulling it over. "Thank you, Ayuha."

The leader of the artificers nodded, looking a little sheepish. Unlike the

Integrity Knights, the sacred artificers did not have a frozen life span. So Ayuha

was exactly as old as she looked—probably twenty-two or twenty-three. And on

those rare occasions where she displayed emotion, it made her look even

younger than her sister.

Maybe that's just because Soness never changes her expression, Ronie

thought, and it's frozen on her face.

Regardless, the swordsman delegate continued, "Brigade Leader Furia, I'd like

to ask you to continue deciphering the art of past-scrying but only to a degree

that is safe. As far as Oroi's care is concerned, I want to bring his travel

companions we're keeping at that inn in South Centoria here, to the cathedral.

And I'll speak with the head chef to see if we can cook something that reminds

him a bit more of home."

Ronie and Tiese, like the others on the council, were starting to intuitively

understand many of the strange and unfamiliar sacred words that Kirito and

Asuna used from time to time. When he said care, it wasn't a word of the

common tongue, but they got the sense that it referred to some kind of

concern, an effort to make one feel better. To express these things in just one

syllable like that was more convenient.

"I will handle these tasks…," interrupted a forty-something-year-old man with

square spectacles, the head of the cathedral's materials management agency,

but Kirito shook his head.

"No, I've been over there and eaten many of their meals…It's going to take

too long if you have to figure all that stuff out from scratch."

In that regard, the agency head, having no experience outside the human

realm, could only withdraw his claim.

The food of the mountain goblins consisted of whatever scrawny wheat they

could cultivate on the barren mountainsides and wild nuts and grasses foraged

around the wasteland. If you were lucky enough to catch one of the speedy

rock mice or fish up an armored trout from the canyon rivers, that was a feast.

It would be difficult to re-create such food in Centoria, but it would all come

down to the head chef's skill.

With that, the topics relating to the incident were finished. Ayuha then raised

her hand again.

"Next, I have a report about replenishing the numbers of the sacred artificers

brigade."

"So the screening process is finally complete? Congratulations on finishing,"

Fanatio said, motioning for her to continue. The brigade leader bowed and

brought forth a stack of white hemp papers.

"Including apprentices, the sacred artificers brigade currently numbers three

hundred and fifty-two, still far short of the five hundred it was before the

Otherworld War. I would like to increase this number quickly, to bring about the

plan to expand clinic coverage. Current plans are to bring in thirty more

apprentices before the end of February…"

"Just a moment," interrupted Entokia, who'd been chowing down on the

refreshments arranged on the table. Today's snack was an otherworld treat that

Swordswoman Subdelegate Asuna herself fixed in the kitchen, something called

a macaron. Only Ronie and Tiese knew that, because they'd helped her make

them, but Entokia seemed to enjoy them quite a bit.

The short-haired knight popped the other half of a light-pink macaron baked

with plum nectar into his mouth and continued, "I have no problem with

bringing in more apprentices, but it takes years for one of them to be a fullfledged master, right? Shouldn't we be thinking of calling back those who left

the cathedral first? They've got to have calmed down by now."

Entokia's suggestion caused all the members of the council—and even Ronie

and Tiese—to share knowing looks. After the four bishops had been

excommunicated, nearly a hundred artificers left the cathedral to join them.

The majority of them were those who'd refused to join the Human Guardian

Army, so Ronie's unspoken response to them was Good riddance. But in terms

of skill, if not personality, they were clearly the world's finest masters of sacred

arts. If those hundred missing members returned, the brigade would instantly

solve the issue of their lack of numbers…but…

"Hmm…," Kirito murmured. He looked toward someone sitting at the corner

of the round table. Actually, a round table by definition wouldn't have any

corners—and yet, for some reason, the area where that person sat was always

a bit darker than the others. You couldn't help but feel like it was the corner.

"Xiao, do you know what the people who left the Axiom Church have been

doing since then?" the delegate asked a small woman wearing simple brownand-gray clothing. She was Xiao Choucas, the head of the cathedral's

intelligence agency.

The intelligence agency was a new department created after the Human

Unification Council, and it was designed primarily to collect information the

senate had once controlled. But it still had few members, and Ronie had no idea

who Xiao was or where she'd come from.

Xiao had dark-brown hair cut about as short as any woman dared, and though

she barely spoke above a whisper, she had a mysterious voice that was also

perfectly audible to the girls standing on the walkway above.

"We're not able to track all of the artificers, but most of them sought work at

the local churches throughout the land. Others became teachers at schools in

larger towns, and in some rare cases, if they found wealthy collaborators, they

opened places of prayer, and so on."

Her monotone speaking style had none of the power of the knights', but from

what Ronie had heard, the young knights Linel and Fizel were flying all over the

place on Xiao's orders. She couldn't begin to guess what sort of chain of

authority they worked on.

"Hmm…So it sounds like they largely found peaceful and straightforward

means of living…," Kirito remarked.

Xiao regarded that comment with skepticism. "But it was about seventy

percent of those who left the cathedral that we could confirm. The other thirty

percent's whereabouts are unknown, and we are currently unable to track their

actions or locations."

"I see…Thanks. We'll think about how to increase your personnel numbers

later, too. As far as Entokia's idea, I think it's still too early for us to be reaching

out to make contact. They probably still have their own feelings about it…but

the ones working for the churches and schools might be willing to assist in our

plan to expand the clinics, so I'll look into that one. I'm sorry to have

interrupted you, Brigade Leader Furia. Please continue."

"I-in that case," said Ayuha, hurriedly packing away the rest of the macaron

she'd been eating while Xiao talked. She looked down at the paper again. "Uh,

we have thirty apprentices scheduled to join the cathedral by the end of the

month, twenty-nine of whom are from Centoria and one from outside the city.

I'll read them off now…"

Ayuha cleared her throat, then read the list of names belonging to those

youngsters who would soon pass through the cathedral's gates, her voice clear

and beautiful.

When Administrator still ruled, the only way to live inside the great white

tower, whether nobleman or commoner, was to triumph in many fighting

events, then become champion of the Four-Empire Unification Tournament.

And even with that honor, your memories would be wiped out by the Synthesis

Ritual.

So what of the priests and priestesses, then? The majority were born and

raised within the Church, and unlike normal parents, who bore children out of

love, priests and priestesses selected by Administrator for their desired traits

were commanded to create children.

In other words, the majority of the holy men and women were born and

raised in the cathedral tower. Ronie was oddly impressed that so many of them

were able to make a living outside, but then again, unlike the Integrity Knights,

the priests were allowed to oversee local churches, run errands, and otherwise

learn about the lives of ordinary people.

After the death of the pontifex, however, no more children were born on her

orders. So once all the children being raised inside the cathedral reached the

age of twelve and became apprentices, the number of people in the sacred

artificers brigade would no longer increase. And since the children were given

their choice of a calling, they might not even want to stay.

So the number of sacred arts–users would have to be replenished from the

outside. And it seemed like perhaps the choice of Ayuha Furia as the new leader

was related to this crisis, because she had been invited—not that it was actually

a choice—to the cathedral during Administrator's era due to her remarkable

skill with sacred arts…

These thoughts passed through Ronie's mind as she let the list of recited

names wash over her.

"…and those were the six from West Centoria. Next, five chosen from North

Centoria. Chosen from the North Centoria local church: Apprentice Brother Ihal

Dahlik, age thirteen; Apprentice Brother Matheom Torzell, age fourteen;

Apprentice Sister Renon Simky, age thirteen; Apprentice Sister…"

"So nearly all of them are Church kids," Tiese whispered. Ronie was going to

respond "Well, of course they are," but the fifth name to be read off the list

made her completely forget what she was about to say.

"…and North Centoria Imperial Swordcraft Academy Elite Disciple Frenica

Cesky, age seventeen."

""Wh…whaaaaaaat?!""

The two screamed together, and Berche's eyes snapped open at the sound.

The big, dark-blue orbs filled with large tears, and he gasped for air before

starting to wail.

The girls bowed repeatedly to the council below and did their best to calm

down the baby; however, they couldn't help but stare at each other in shock.

Eventually, they were both smiling. Ronie wanted to talk with Tiese about

everything right now, but they had to wait until the meeting was over.

Ayuha cleared her throat again to restore order after the interruption and

resumed reading.

"Those were the five from North Centoria. Lastly, one more from outside the

capital…from the Norlangarth northern reaches, an apprentice sister at the

church of Rulid, Selka Zuberg, age fifteen."

"Wh…whaaaaaaat?!" shrieked a voice that did not belong to either Ronie or

Tiese.

It came from the seat of honor at the round table, where just a moment ago

the sleepy-looking swordsman delegate had been sitting.