"They'll definitely come. Going without vaccines and food isn't easy!"
Daryl Yan received the news over the phone.
"Our opponents are just a bunch of students, right? You're going out of your way to give me a chance to show off?"
Daryl asked, expressing his confusion.
"Second Lieutenant Daryl, when that patriotic boy came a few days ago saying he would hand over the Funeral Parlor members, you didn't open fire, did you? Wouldn't it be good to prove yourself before strange rumors spread? Prove that Daryl can fire a gun."
Unexpectedly, the voice on the phone questioned him instead, giving Daryl a sudden fright.
It turned out that Shuukai was the one calling Daryl. No wonder a single sentence had made Daryl so nervous.
"You don't have to tell me!"
Daryl shouted into the phone, forcing Shuukai to move it away from his ear, which otherwise would not have been able to take it.
"So noisy!"
Shuukai said helplessly.
The cordon advanced farther each day, but things inside the school were getting better and better.
Even people whose Voids were completely useless received some guarantee of survival thanks to the contribution system.
At night, an armed helicopter flew over Tokyo's sealed-off zone.
"This route can only be used once. There won't be another chance. Understood?"
Inside the armed helicopter, a woman spoke to two men.
"So that's where..."
They were the people the Kuhouin Group had sent to rescue Arisa Shūkyōin, as well as Funeral Parlor members Argo and Ōkumo.
The head of the Minghua Group, the largest financial conglomerate in Shanghai, had taken an interest in Arisa Shūkyōin.
In exchange, the head of the Minghua Group hoped to establish ties with the Asian Allied Nations. In other words, they wanted a political marriage.
Thus, the people dispatched by