"Compared to you, who accomplished nothing, perhaps I was the true 'executor' who carried on Sephidolos's survival plan.
But you—and the people you brought—destroyed all of it."
Hearing her say that,
Ifasta, seated across from her, remained as expressionless as ever.
Only the faint ripple in her eyes proved that she was not entirely unfeeling.
"You crossed the line.
According to my calculations, the energy level of what you did in Tokyo had only just touched Tier 5, yet the consequences were far greater than that.
Do you know what that means?
Ifait.
You merely happened to meet their requirements."
Deep within a cluster of ruined buildings somewhere in Tokyo,
Old Constance, who had not regarded the Tokyo Sinking crisis as the core matter to be dealt with, had already arrived at a library on the verge of collapse.
The man behind him raised a lamp, illuminating the words written across a row of bookshelves.
It was a description entirely different from any writing currently known to Fifth Epoch humanity:
Human Selection Plan
The Old Dean murmured this erased historical term over and over, while the fountain pen in his hand unknowingly bled an ink blot across the document.
But at that moment, the neon lights outside, long extinguished, flickered countless times alongside the dawn before finally lighting up once more.
This time, they remained brightly lit.
They shone as brightly as day.
As though Tokyo had awakened once again.
Or as though the entire city had just taken a deep breath.
Noticing the change, the middle-aged man dressed in a Lorenz Riel teacher's uniform nodded to Dean Old Constance.
"Though we already imposed our demands in secret, their test this time truly crossed the bottom line.
The Tokyo defensive line cannot yield. However, thanks to this crisis, we