Chapter 370 - 371: Gundam Is Power!

Chapter 370: Chapter 371: Gundam Is Power!

"Flay, why are you...?"

Flay had changed into an Earth Alliance uniform.

"Ah, because I want to help everyone too." Flay smiled. "But right now, this is the only thing I can do."

Join the Earth Alliance, and then... take revenge!

"I’ll protect this ship... together with Kira." Flay took Kira’s hand.

"Protect... this ship..."

[Kira was already wavering.]

[And she actually dragged Kira right back in.]

[Why does this feel like some kind of corruption hypnosis? Orz]

[I didn’t think so at first, but the more I watch, the more it looks like it.]

[This Flay is toxic.]

[Fuck, every time Flay shows up, nothing good happens.]

[Can she hurry up and die already?]

[You’re all a bunch of brats. Flay is so realistic and none of you know how to appreciate her.]

[If your wife were like Flay, would you be okay with it?]

[Depends on whether she has the looks and the money.]

[Damn, at least you’re brutally honest.]

[Actually, even without Flay, Kira wouldn’t leave. You can tell from Inori.]

[Oh, right. If Kira were going to leave, Inori wouldn’t be modifying the weapons.]

[Is Inori upgrading the equipment because she knows the Strike is the only one they’ll be able to use now?]

[She already knows who the enemy commander is, so of course she knows what strategy he’ll use, right?]

Some viewers felt nothing in particular toward Flay, while another group found her extremely irritating.

In a sense, Flay really was a successfully written character.

Being able to make so many people hate you was a talent of its own.

"Kira." Inori appeared behind Kira at that moment.

Only after hearing Inori’s voice did Kira seem to pull herself out of that soft, comforting haze.

"Flay, I still need to report the situation to Murrue-san."

"Mm." Flay gently released Kira’s hand and watched the two of them leave.

Yet the look Flay gave Kira became extremely strange—cold, vicious, and mixed with other, harder-to-name emotions...

"I see... In any case, being able to send the refugees away is a good thing. The Gundam Astrays belong to Orb in the first place. We were only borrowing them here anyway." Murrue sighed.

After hearing Andrew’s conditions, everyone on the Archangel relaxed as well.

At last, this could end.

Everything they had been through could finally reach a good conclusion.

"Then what about you, Kira, and the others...?" Mu looked at Kira.

"I’ll stay here!" Kira said firmly.

"Me too!" Cagalli said.

"Are you sure about that, kid?" Mu had actually already prepared himself to pilot the Strike.

"If I’m not here, the Archangel will definitely crash, right?" Kira thought of Flay and everyone else. "So I’ll stay."

Only when she was in the Strike could she protect everyone.

Otherwise, even if she returned to Orb, she probably would not be safe.

Gundam is power... That feeling gave Kira an incomparable sense of security.

"Are you really sure?" Mu asked.

"Mm! At the very least, everyone... I’ll get everyone home!"

From the beginning, everyone’s destination had been Alaska.

So as long as they reached that place—

"Well, those classmates of yours are just ordinary people. It’s better for them if they can return to Orb." Cagalli considered those people citizens of her country too, so going back was obviously best for them.

Flay?

Flay Allster was from the Atlantic Federation to begin with. That was none of Cagalli’s business.

In fact, Cagalli and Flay had barely interacted at all.

"Captain, a convoy is approaching. Is that... the Red Cross?"

"That fast?!" Murrue was stunned.

"Captain!" Badgiruel immediately realized the issue.

"Right!" Murrue understood at once and began issuing orders. "Seal off access to every area beyond the residential section! Control all information!"

"Is something wrong?" Cagalli looked confused.

"The other side is the Desert Tiger. We can’t let our guard down even a little," Mu said. "The fact that he agreed so readily might itself be a probe. What does Songstress-san think?"

"My fan. Good person."

Inori gave a thumbs-up.

"Uh..." ×3.

[Truth.]

[The expressionless thumbs-up.]

[From Inori’s perspective, he really is a good person.]

[I think he’s probably someone with principles.]

[In a world at war like this, having principles basically qualifies you as a good person.]

[Inori is so cute.]

[Honestly, if you moved this over to the girls-band show next door, it’d work pretty well.]

[Actually, add Flay and you’ve got Lacus, Kira, Inori, Cagalli, and Flay—enough to form a band.]

[Miriallia: What about me?]

[Normie couples who keep showing off their romance can stay out of it.]

[I feel like they should be able to get through North Africa safely.]

[They’ve been fighting for so long. They really do need an intermission.]

[I just want to know when the Archangel is getting its head fixed.]

[Durarara!!: Headless Angel Edition.]

"They’re here!"

The Archangel’s crew had been busy for quite a while, but the Stage immediately jumped ahead to the moment the Archangel received the convoy.

The medical personnel sent by the Desert Tiger were all highly professional. The moment they entered, they immediately got to work.

People with minor injuries and fractures were treated on the spot, while several who needed immediate care were taken away by ambulance.

"My, my. Everyone is certainly full of energy."

Andrew had plenty of nerve. At that moment, he was wearing a white coat and following behind the group.

But... how should one put it?

His disguise was recognizable at a glance.

Andrew himself, however, did not show the slightest fear.

In the "original," Andrew was the kind of madman who dared disguise himself with Lacus, steal a ZAFT shuttle, and fly into space with only the two of them. Lacus was even crazier, because the plan had been her idea: have Lacus disguise herself as the substitute Lacus being played by Meer.

"Y-you-you...!"

When Cagalli saw that the Desert Tiger himself had personally come, she was completely stunned.

"You... no, are you ZAFT’s ’Desert Tiger’?" Murrue was here as well. Everyone had seen the footage from the Gold Frame’s camera earlier, so they could basically recognize who he was.

"Hahaha, I believe someone gave me that nickname." Andrew laughed.

By now, he was certain that the so-called Orb refugees and third party were genuine.

But he still had not figured out the identity of the Strike’s pilot, or what was behind the Archangel’s absurd enemy-detection capabilities.

"What are you doing here?" Murrue remained highly wary.

"Relax. I’m not here on official business. I’m simply a fan, and I’d like to invite Inori-san... to hold a concert?"