Chapter 298 ·Turning point(61)

Turning 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"This is my surprise gift!"

Celestia banged loudly on the big metal container. After returning from an external operation, without even washing up, Celestia boasted about what she had brought. Everyone else, except her, had practically collapsed onto their beds from exhaustion.

Celestia alternated her gaze between Nadia and me, her eyes full of anticipation over how we would react.

Although her appearance was still attractive despite being covered in soot, the disheveled look combined with her gaze gave off that peculiar, scruffy vibe.

It was almost as if she was saying, 'If you don't get this for me, we'll be starving today, tomorrow, and the day after, too.' In reality, she was now the head of Myosotis—a position I could never have imagined her in back in the day.

"So, what do you think?"

Celestia's eyes sparkled. Her spirits were clearly higher than usual, showing how pleased she was with the container she'd brought from the robot production facility.

Knowing exactly what reaction Celestia wanted, I quietly exchanged glances with Nadia just before speaking. Nadia, who'd been drying her hair but answered Celestia's call, gave me the quiet look we'd agreed on beforehand.

Honestly, I'd accidentally found out what Celestia's surprise was. Even though she called it a surprise, all materials brought in to speed up work were registered in the Albatross database.

I'd been scrolling through to see how much usable material we had left when I saw a cargo entry I'd never seen before—a Milicorp unmanned walking tank. That was Celestia's surprise.

The fact that I knew meant everyone else probably knew as well. So before Celestia got back, Nadia and I had agreed to give her the reaction she wanted and expected.

She'd worked so hard—wasn't the least we could do. I could act surprised all day.

'Are you ready?'

'Of course.'

Right after Nadia and I exchanged glances, I let out a cry of amazement.

"Wow, there was something like this left? Where on earth did you find it?"

"The pureblood supremacists must have been smuggling it in to take over the base. It was sealed deep in the basement of the robot production facility."

Celestia explained that if it hadn't been for the infection spreading in the refinery and robot production facility, she might never have known about the container's existence, since there was no record of it. Apparently, a creep had consumed the entire facility and forced open gaps between the floors—revealing hidden spaces.

It wasn't surprising that Licorice hadn't known about it; after all, she hadn't noticed the existence of pureblood supremacists or their smuggled weapons until they appeared. If this container was one of those, it made sense.

"Thankfully, the cargo was intact. Before the infection could get inside, I asked Orca to help me quickly pull it out. As for the creep stuck on the surface—fwoosh, I burned it off with a flamethrower!"

Celestia mimicked spraying fire in every direction. No wonder she was covered in so much soot; it looked like she'd changed roles while providing support in the rear.

She said she hadn't done anything dangerous, but reality seemed otherwise—putting herself in danger, never knowing what could suddenly jump out. As I furrowed my brow, Celestia pretended not to notice and turned her gaze away.

Still, she'd come back safely, and that was what mattered. Once I relaxed my expression and told her she'd done well, she finally looked back.

After my outburst, it was Nadia's turn. She swung her tail as if she genuinely, truly was surprised.

Since she was moving with a sense of self-consciousness, her wagging looked a bit unnatural to me, but the others wouldn't notice the difference, so it should be fine.

Nadia perked up her ears and examined the container, her excitement unmistakable—Celestia looked very satisfied to see her reaction.

"I've never seen Milicorp equipment up close! As expected of a mega corp, the quality here is great, but so are the prices, so I've only ever admired them from afar! Especially military gear—they're serious about it! Can't believe I get to see it like this!"

"Ahaha, it's true that Milicorp really means business in this field. Myosotis has also started to dive into military technology, so personally, I see them as our rival—...wait a second."

Celestia, who had been scratching her cheek and smiling, suddenly hardened her expression mid-sentence. Nadia, who'd been raising the mood, stopped as well after seeing her face. I froze, too—the mood was turning oddly serious, and I didn't dare act carelessly.

Nadia asked, cautiously.

"Wh-why? What's wrong?"

"Nadia, how did you know the cargo inside was Milicorp's?"

Celestia's voice was suddenly flat. The proud happiness had vanished as if it had been a lie. Nadia's ears stopped moving, and her tail fur bristled.

"Uh...uh...there's an M logo on the container..."

Nadia, sweating nervously, quickly glanced at the container.

"This is a smuggled container. Any logos like that were wiped clean. Same for the cargo inside."

"... Ah."

Just as she said, there was no specific logo on the container. I had assumed maybe there was something hidden in a hard-to-see spot, but there was nothing at all. I hadn't realized.

Watching from the side, I thought, 'Oh crap.' Nadia and I then locked eyes, both unable to hide our dismay.

'What do we do about this mood!'

'Let's just ask Carry to draw the M logo right now! I'll send the signal!'

'You're not serious, are you?'

'We have no other choice...!'

While Nadia and I frantically whispered to each other, Celestia couldn't hide her disappointment.

"... So you already knew."

"The, uh, database logs everything automatically."

"I see..."

Celestia had been gone before Albatross was restored like it is now, so she wasn't aware of the new system. That's why there was this disconnect.

Celestia was looking glum, and Nadia was nervously watching. Moment's like this called for a direct approach. I walked up to Celestia and gave her a light hug, patting her on the back as I spoke.

"Celly, you really worked hard. More than bringing back Milicorp equipment, I'm just glad you came back safe."

"Hyun-woo..."

"You must be exhausted. Rest for now. You need it if you're going to move again tomorrow."

Celestia couldn't quite hide the regret in her gaze, but it didn't last long. Fatigue quickly took hold, and her eyes started to blink heavily. She finally nodded, reluctantly.

I looked at her for a moment, then turned my gaze to the container.

"Can I open the surprise gift now?"

"Huh? Didn't you already see it?"

"I only checked the list. Now that the actual thing's here, we get to check the specs and shape for real."

As I shook my head and spoke, Celestia's expression brightened. Maybe because she'd reached her limit, her emotions, usually hidden, appeared clearly on her face.

"Then, I'll let you know first and... Nah, you're right, Hyun-woo. I'll do what you said. Anyway, I've already achieved my goal."

Though Celestia seemed ready to insist on explaining even as she left, she stopped herself, then broke into a small, amused smile and shook her head.

"Your goal?"

Did she mean her goal was to surprise us? At first, I thought so, but her next words revealed otherwise.

"The truth is, I deliberately put on a show. Honestly, the last operation—we expected it to be our last, and it failed in the worst way. So, I thought morale would be rock bottom. It really was, too. The heavy, hopeless mood was all over the ship."

"Ah..."

"Mood affects not only morale but actions themselves. People are really sensitive to the way things flow. A continued slump lowers even the chance of escape. It's already low, and if it sinks further, that's trouble. So, I acted a bit exaggerated. Maybe I can't turn the tide alone, but if I act, I thought it might help, even a little."

Even though she looked scruffy now, Celestia was the head of Myosotis, so her influence was much greater than most. She looked around as she left my arms.

"But, it turns out I didn't have to worry. I guess I didn't need to be concerned after all. Things are much better than I expected—the state of Albatross, and the atmosphere among everyone."

I had thought it was just fatigue making emotions more obvious—but that wasn't it. Celestia was genuinely relieved.

The reason she worried so much was that she'd been more despairing than anyone. She'd been crushed by an overwhelming sense of pressure, after all. Her words now were really her talking to herself—not that you can't help feeling that way, but that you must not let yourself.

"Well, I suppose it was a mix of guilt and helplessness that made me push myself so hard..."

Celestia murmured softly. Quiet, but not too quiet to hear. Still, I couldn't quite understand her mention of guilt—helplessness, sure, but where did guilt come from?

For some reason, Nadia seemed to understand perfectly, nodding her head. Meeting Celestia's eyes, Nadia patted her shoulder, then turned her body and shyly offered her fluffy tail.

Celestia, as if touched, reached to hug the tail but, seeing her own messy state, thought better of it. She just enjoyed the soft brush of the tail tip for a moment. She smiled faintly at me.

"I'm glad you seem okay too, Hyun-woo. When you passed out before, you really looked bad."

"It's thanks to you, Celly."

"No, it was thanks to everyone's efforts."

Celestia forced herself to shake off the tired look and shrugged playfully. She continued:

"I'll head in now. Like you said, I need to rest now to move again tomorrow. You and Nadia shouldn't stay up too late. There's still three days left, remember?"

"Of course. We'll keep it short. It's finished anyway."

The equipment construction system in Albatross's storage bay was already at its limit. Even just upgrading the security robots brought back from the external operation was pushing it.

The multi-legged tank was left in a corner, untouched due to lack of manpower, so when would anyone even get around to this Milicorp walking tank? The amount of work we could handle was extremely limited.

"True enough. Oh, that's right, Nadia. Orca already unlocked all the locks on the Milicorp gear, so if you need any parts, just take them off and plug them into the power loader—no special approval necessary. It should all be compatible."

"Gasp...! Seriously, I can do that?"

"That's what I brought it for. Looks like it's the firepower type, so there'll be something you like... Ah, I'm rambling again. I'll leave that part as my gift. This time, I'm really going. See you tomorrow."

"Yes! See you tomorrow!"

Nadia couldn't hide her excitement, jumping and waving her hand. Her staggering made me want to help her to her room, but Celestia declined, saying she'd be fine.

Of course, I ignored her and walked alongside her anyway. Celestia's lips twitched—trying not to show she was pleased, she glanced at me and gave a little embarrassed cough.

"Nadia, I'll be back in a bit."

"Okay, have fun! I'll stay here and look at this!"

Nadia was already absorbed in operating the panel and opening the container, not caring about getting soot on her even though she had just washed. At this rate, it was unlikely her inspection would end soon.

"Carry! Carry...! Get up, come on! Let's just do this and then you can sleep!"

「( っ °､｡)っ」

Carry liked working but also cared a lot about the cleanliness of its modules. It was clearly displeased as soot fell from the metal container.

But only for a moment. Seeing how happy Nadia was, Carry buckled down and decided to go along for her sake. Carry always preferred doing things well, so it quickly matched Nadia's mood.

「( ・_・)ノ」

Or at least, it tried. It felt as if it were saying, 'Fine... I'll give it a try since you want me to... Wow...'

"Wow!"

「(´・ω・)ﾉ」

"Wow!!"

「ヽ( ﾟ◇ﾟ)ﾉ」

Carry must have realized Nadia wouldn't stop until it got the reaction it wanted; in the end, it played along, gamely shouting "Waaah!"

Nadia finally let it go, satisfied.

Celestia watched the two with a giggle. But soon, she burst into laughter, nearly buckling at the waist.

As I walked Celestia away, I glanced at the now-opened container. Carry, having found a spray from somewhere, was confidently painting a big "M" logo on the walking tank. The logo of Milicorp.

M. I. L. I. C. O. R. P: Military Integrated Logistics for Intelligent Command-Oriented Response Protocol—a consolidated military logistics system for intelligent command-based response protocol, in short, Milicorp.

Milicorp, one of several megacorps, was a company focused almost entirely on military technology. It was rarely seen at Titan, a subsidiary of SSTC.

It wasn't that SSTC never brought in outside products—just that, being military gear, there was no reason to encounter it in the residential areas where I lived.

Milicorp preferred unmanned units for a simple reason: human bodies couldn't withstand their machines' performance. That's why most Milicorp gear was unmanned, with manned models existing only in very small numbers.

Rumor had it that developing unmanned units was not just because of the stated reasons; conspiracy theorists believed Milicorp sold them to manipulate the tide of war as they pleased. But I didn't care much for such rumors—so long as my own surroundings were fine, that was enough for me.

"This is it!"

Nadia's eyes went wild. The thick, reinforced bipedal legs and the overloaded weaponry, designed to devastate a wide area in a single strike, embodied the very essence of the armored machines she had always raved about.

'I'd better hurry back.'

I increased my pace. Without someone to keep an eye on her, Nadia's projects sometimes escalated out of control. I needed to make sure my hands didn't find themselves busy for reasons other than helping Nadia.

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