No Fighting!

"Guided attack? Wasn't that saturation carpet bombing?" Anton swallowed and muttered quietly, his voice carrying a hint of awe.

Meanwhile, Grace had already jogged over, crouching by the crater and reaching out to comfort the pile driver. "Friday, be good..."

"Enough, sis. Disobedient children need a beating!"

Koleda approached with her sledgehammer over her shoulder and gave it a domineering swing.

"Friday, come on! It's your turn to show them what you can do."

"Your two companions are a maiden lost in love and a hot-blooded man."

But before Koleda could finish, the aggrieved "TAT" on Friday's screen instantly transformed into two blazing balls of fury.

"Silence, you vulgar mortals! How dare you speak to me with such disrespect!"

"I am [Dawn's Condemner]! A warrior from Nethernight Pure Land, summoned here by my mentor's call of Fate! I bear the duty of saving the world!"

"..."

The members of Belobog Heavy Industries looked at one another and collectively fell silent.

So after all that, this guy's new persona was a chuuni.

Koleda's mouth twitched, Ben scratched his head, Anton opened his mouth and then closed it again, while Grace wore a rather complicated expression.

In the midst of that awkward silence, something unexpected happened.

Griseo lightly leaped down from Mr. Knight's shoulder and walked toward Friday.

"Y-you, what are you doing—?!" Friday's screen flickered, and there was a touch of panic in his voice.

"Don't come any closer! My Friday weapon does not strike the elderly or children!"

Griseo stopped in front of Friday, raised her right hand, drew her left hand to her waist, tilted both hands at a forty-five-degree angle, and slowly turned in a circle.

"Shine, [Dazzling Severer]! In the name of the [Harmonizer], illuminate the long night—!"

"Warrior from Nethernight Pure Land, do you know that day, night, time, and space are all illusions? The bonds of Fate have brought you and me into this eternal night."

Friday's screen jolted violently as he asked, "Y-you—you are... who?!"

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If everyone had merely been speechless at Friday's earlier remarks, then Griseo's chuuni language now left them stunned.

No, that tone, those words—how was she able to play along so smoothly?

Griseo slightly raised her head and smiled. "I am the adjudicator who proclaims Fate, and you are the one who has just been judged by Thunder of Holy Judgment."

Friday's voice began to tremble. "N-no, impossible! My descent marks the changing of this world's laws! My mission is to seal Calamity and misfortune before the Eternal Throne!"

"Heh." Griseo chuckled softly.

"Do you know that the Eternal Throne has long since fallen? The mission you seek is merely the echo of an old phantom."

"Nonsense—!"

"My apostle is [Dazzling Severer]; I am [The Stars' Illustrated Scroll]. Confess the truth at once!"

Griseo raised both hands, faint light dancing in her palms. At the same time, Mr. Knight raised the greatsword in his hand.

Friday looked at Griseo's movements and felt that his life was hanging by a thread. A string of garbled characters instantly flashed across his screen.

"Wait, wait, don't come over here!! Let's talk this out! I won't run anymore. I'll talk, I'll tell you everything!"

"Will you keep your word?"

"A promise is a promise. We can pinky swear!"

Friday laboriously pulled one mechanical leg out of the crater and extended it toward Griseo, the mechanical claw at its end gently hooking around her little finger.

The members of Belobog Heavy Industries stood behind them, staring at the scene with blank expressions.

Just when everyone thought the matter had been resolved, the story took a sudden turn.

Koleda took a deep breath, looked at the pile driver in the crater, and asked, "So why did Friday run away from home?"

"I heard Mentor Hors's summons. He wanted me to go to the land of disaster ahead and reinforce the seal!"

Under Griseo's pressure, Friday no longer hid anything and revealed the truth.

However, the name "Hors" was like a heavy hammer, brutally prying open Belobog Heavy Industries' buried past.

The members of Belobog Heavy Industries instantly went pale, especially Koleda and Grace.

"What did you say???? Hors?"

Koleda stared at Friday, disbelief written all over her face.

"Impossible. Why would that bastard's name appear here?"

"Shut up! Koleda, everyone else can doubt him and hate him! But not you!"

The moment Koleda voiced her shock, Grace suddenly exploded as well.

"H-hey!! What's going on? Don't fight!!"

Belle stared dumbly at the suddenly arguing Koleda and Grace, hurriedly controlling Eous to run between them and wave its hands in an attempt to stop this inexplicable internal conflict.

"It's nothing, Proxy. Just a family matter..."

Hors Belobog.

Koleda's father, Grace's uncle, and the first president of Belobog Heavy Industries.

He was the chief designer behind Belobog Heavy Industries' first generation of intelligent engineering machinery. He had poured his heart and soul into researching the [Prototype Machine], spending enormous sums and giving it everything he had.

He was the most persistent dreamer of Belobog Heavy Industries in that era, wanting to create machines that could work autonomously in the Hollows and reduce casualties.

But good times did not last. Hors's research required money, and Belobog Heavy Industries was on the verge of collapse during those days.

Then, one night, the young Koleda witnessed her father disappear into the darkness carrying a large amount of cash.

The next day, the news was flooded with reports that [Belobog Heavy Industries' president had absconded with the funds].

From then on, Belobog Heavy Industries languished for ten years before gradually recovering. The name "Hors" became a taboo that no one wished to mention.

"That's how it is. The current Belobog Heavy Industries wants nothing to do with that bastard, and I don't consider him my father either..."

After hearing Koleda's explanation, the Hollow remained quiet for a long time. Wind passed through the ruins, stirring up clouds of dust.

"I already told you to shut up, Koleda. You have no right to speak about your biological father like that!"

Grace heard Koleda speak of "Hors" in such an indifferent tone.

"Although a huge sum of money really was missing from the financial accounts back then, there is no evidence whatsoever that Uncle Hors took it!"

"Running off with the money was nothing but the Public Security Department's speculation from beginning to end!!"

The anger Grace had just suppressed surged again. She was much older than Koleda and knew Uncle Hors's character from the time she had spent with him.

He would never do something like abscond with the funds!!!

Even if Uncle Hors really had done it, he must have been forced into it. There had to be some hidden reason!

Even his own daughter, Koleda, had no right to say such things!!

However, Koleda refused to back down in the face of Grace's lecture. Her temper flared, and she shouted furiously.

"Grace, don't think that just because I call you sis, you can lecture me!"

"Stop acting like you know everything when you're the one who doesn't know anything!!"

Just as their argument grew more and more intense, and Anton and Ben were about to smooth things over, something unexpected happened.

A streak of light flashed by, and Mr. Knight's greatsword swept horizontally between Koleda and Grace.

Griseo stood atop the greatsword and looked at the two of them. Her tone lost its usual gentleness as she sternly said, "You two, no fighting!"