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I...

I...

I really thought I was living in a nightmare.

The sound of children laughing outside our house was replaced with nothing but the creaking of wooden floorboards. 

The smell of mother’s warm cooking was exchanged with a smoky and metal like smell that made me uncomfortable.

And.

It’s dark.

Very dark in here.

I can’t see past the doors.

If I look up.

That person will find me. 

‘Mother.’ 

‘Father.’ 

‘I’m scared.’ 

I hugged my legs close, burying my face further into my skirt part of my dress.

‘It’s scary here.’ 

I tried to hold back the tears as much as I could. 

Letting out a soft yet faint sob, “Help.”

‘Someone.’ 

‘Please.’ 

‘Help me.’ 

It wasn’t until the sound of footsteps echoed. Outside of my hiding spot. 

I tensed.

Clamping my mouth shut immediately as I remembered papa’s words.

Whatever you do, you must not leave until your uncle comes. 

‘What if it isn’t uncle?’

A chill ran down my spine as I hoped. 

Earnestly hoped that whoever it was would never reach the closet. 

It was a wishful kind of thinking. 

After all…

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My hiding spot was bound to be open soon.

Instead of leaving the area, the footsteps inched closer.

Closer.

And closer.

Until…

The double doors opened.

The depths of the closet ended up getting filled with light. 

Enough that it felt blinding. 

The next thing I knew.

“Thank god.” 

Words of relief escaped the person that found me. 

I slowly lifted to see who it was and there standing at the opening of the closet was none other than him.

The man my father told me to wait for.

“You’re alright.” 

I can feel my eyes burn as tears started to roll down my face. 

“Un...Uncle Kyo.” I sniffed, trying to wipe the tears away from my face. “I...I.” 

And then a hand was placed on top of my head. 

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Reminding me that everything that happened.

Everything that happened earlier.

Was not a dream.

It was real.

Very.

Very.

Real.

The Uncle that patted my hair on the day of my eleventh birthday...was now holding me tightly. 

Painful sobs escaped as I hugged Uncle Kyo.

Unable to choose to be glad or scared.

I was practically held in the middle. 

Unable to fully grasp on why the event happened. 

But this is all I could do.

Cry.

Nothing but cry. 

Until I could no longer find the strength to continue to cry again. 

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It’s been almost one year since Uncle Kyo took me in. 

“Lucia, it’s time for breakfast.” 

“Gud...morn.” I mumbled back, while slowly getting up from my bed. Rubbing my eyes while trying to see who it was. “Miss Emi.” 

I remember a lot of people getting upset at Uncle for bringing me here. 

Why are you bringing a child here? 

Do you know how dangerous it is for her? 

It was hard to ignore those words.

“Today we’re having an egg sandwich before heading off to the museum.” 

“Okay.” I nodded back, grabbing the item I needed the most. ‘Hair brush.’

A lot of adults disliked the idea of children being here. 

It wasn’t out of sheer anger or so. 

In fact, most of their faces had looks of worry. 

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As if...they were worried about something happening to me. 

I don’t know why, though. 

And to be honest. 

I’m scared to ask Uncle Kyo about that. 

It felt like...I shouldn’t know the reason why. 

“Braid. Braid. Braid.” I mumbled to myself, almost like I was chanting a spell. “And there.” 

But as I stared at the mirror, I noticed the marking on the back of my right hand.

“...The flower is still there.” 

When Uncle Kyo took me in, he noticed I had a flower that resembled a blooming rose on the back of my right hand. 

And...I don’t remember how I got it. 

“It’s not burning like before.”

There were a few times my hand burned.

Almost like I touched fire with my bare hand. 

It always stopped whenever I went to rest though.

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“But just to be sure.” I should put on the gloves I got from Miss Roxie. 

As I tugged on a pair of brown gloves, I made sure I was dressed and ready to go.

Hat on.

Blouse unwrinkled. 

Dress clean and tidy. 

“And shoes laced to go.” 

I smiled at the mirror, “Lucia Beckford ready to report to Uncle.” 

Before I walked out of my room, I waved goodbye at the picture frame sitting on the table.

“See you soon, mama and papa.” 

Then shut the door behind me without a thought. 

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“The museum is in the heart of London?” I asked the lady sitting on my left. 

“Yes, if you want to look around Lucia, I can go with you.” 

The lady sitting beside me is Miss Emi. She’s one of the medics that works in the medical wing. 

A kind young lady that came from America and one of the few that always had time to talk to me.

“Oh thank you Miss Emi!” During the entirety of the year, Miss Emi focused on teaching me history from time to time. 

I think it’s because Miss Emi’s mother was formerly a history teacher back in America, so she owns a few books.

“I believe there’s a small exhibit about the Revolutionary War too. I doubt it will be big though.” 

I blinked, curious of why Miss Emi said that. “Why?” 

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“Well...it’s the war that allowed the Thirteen Colonies to become independent from Great Britain.” Emi hummed while recalling a few bits recorded from her books. “And I doubt there would be much. At most they’ll probably have a weapon, the outfit soldiers wore during that time, and plaques detailing it.” 

“I see.” I guess the exhibit would be a lot bigger in America than the one in London. 

“Don’t forget to keep your hood on, okay Lucia?” 

“I will.” I tugged my hood down further. Keeping my face hidden from view. 

When Uncle Kyo told me we had to lay low, I didn’t think I had to wear a cloak. 

‘It feels like we’re out on a secret mission.’ Just like the detective in the mystery novel I’ve been reading recently. 

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According to Uncle Kyo and the other Resistance members, wearing this cloak is necessary while heading out. 

That I should never take it off until we've returned to the base. 

‘It’s hard to see.’ But if Uncle Kyo and the others say it’s bad to take it off, I shouldn’t remove it then. 

Now that I think about it, Uncle Kyo hasn’t mentioned much on his job as a member of the Resistance. 

‘If only I could remember what papa said back then.’ I’m pretty sure he said something to me about Uncle Kyo’s group. 

Soon the coach came to a complete stop, showing that we’ve arrived at our destination. 

“Ready, Lucia?” 

Miss Emi held her hand out and I nodded back in agreement. 

“Mhm!” 

Taking her hand as she and another Resistance member help me out of the coach. 

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“Uwah...it’s so big in here.” I muttered to myself as I glanced left to right, looking at the several exhibits in the museum. There were paintings, murals, and various plaques detailing particular moments that happened in various times. 

“Miss Emi, is this the exhibit?” I pointed my gaze over to the first exhibit I see, only to receive a head shake from Miss Emi. 

“Oh not that one, it should be listed under 1775 to 1783.” I returned my gaze back at the plaques and banners labelled with years. 

Trying to get a good look at the numbers. 

“Mm...1760s...1770...then it should be up here.” I sped-walk over to the exhibit supposedly holding pieces of Great Britain’s time against the Thirteen Colonies. “This one right?” 

“That’s correct.” I beamed Miss Emi a warm smile before walking straight in with her. 

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Uncle Kyo got permission from the curator, allowing us to look at the exhibits that've been preserved for a long time. It’s not that we can’t enter the museum freely, it’s due to the current situation of the world. 

I think papa was going to tell me when I was older, but…

“Lucia?”

“Ah oh, sorry Miss Emi.” Oh, I can’t daze off in the middle of the exhibit like that. I might end up making Miss Emi and the others worry again. 

“Um, so what are we going to look at first?” 

“Hmmm, how about you decide Lucia?” 

Ehhh? But you look excited to be in here too!

‘If Miss Emi says so.’ I glanced around the exhibit room, trying to think of the first place we should look at when…

‘Ow.’ I winced. ‘ Did I hit my hand against something? ’

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I don’t think so. 

‘Maybe I accidentally pricked myself while getting off the coach.’ The wood from the coach didn’t seem safe. 

‘I hope there’s no injury.’ I thought to myself while heading towards the first area I saw in the exhibit. ‘Weapons used during the American War of Independence.’ 

Cannons, mortars, rifles, and…

“British Land Pattern Musket.” I muttered out the title of the plaque, “Also known as Brown Bess, the musket symbolized as the firearm that built Great Britain’s empire.” 

“Hm.” It looks different than the ones those strangely masked people, from earlier, were holding. Is it because of it being a weapon from the past? 

“Miss Emi?” 

“Yes?” 

“Why does this weapon look different than those masked people’s?”

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“Ah, that’s because it’s a weapon that was used back in the past. More so during the time when Great Britain began expanding.” Miss Emi explained while staring at the weapon being held behind the glass. “Many collectors and curators refer to them as Antique Guns.” 

“Antique Guns.” I repeated Miss Emi’s last words, staring at the weapon called Brown Bess. 

“But...it’s been a long time since people used it.” Miss Emi pointed out while staring at the antique gun. “I wonder if we will be able to handle using it?”

“Hm? Use?”

“Ah no, don’t mind me. It’s just something silly, Lucia.” 

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If you say it like that, it’s only going to make me even more curious! 

‘Besides, Miss Emi said use.’ 

What does she mean by using this antique gun? 

Before I could even question Miss Emi’s words, a sudden burning sensation arrived on my hand. 

‘O...ow.’ I winced, biting my tongue to hold down the pain. ‘W...why is it burning now?’ 

I could have sworn. 

‘I was fine throughout the whole ride.’ 

Why is the burning pain back? 

‘It...it hurts!’ The burning pain felt like it was dipped in fire. 

It forced me to go down on my knees, trying to suppress the pain.

“Lu...LUCIA?!” I could hear the shock in Miss Emi’s voice as I heard her shoes tapping loudly against the ceramic floors of the museum. “Let me see your hand.” 

“O…” I didn’t get a chance to say okay. The pain felt like it was running throughout my right arm as Miss Emi removed the glove I was wearing. 

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But once Miss Emi removed my glove, the flower on the back of my right hand started gleaming a bright red color.

“W...what the?” 

Miss Emi couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

As the red color shined brightly, it began to glow in sync with something else

‘...the musket I looked at earlier.’

It started to glow in a similar way.

“The...antique...gun.” 

I don’t know what exactly happened but the red color gleam shined so bright that something happened to the antique gun I saw. 

‘A blue...butterfly?’ I thought to myself and tried to reach out for it. 

But once the bright light began to dim, instead of grasping the blue butterfly...my hand landed on an unfamiliar gloved hand.

‘W...ho?’

My eyes tried to trail up and see the face of the white glove’s owner. But I couldn’t see from where I was sitting. 

“...A small girl is my master?” 

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An unfamiliar voice. 

‘Who?’ 

Who are you? 

He let out a small cough, as if dismissing what he just said. 

“Forgive me for my words, master.”

I couldn’t tell if he was speaking from the heart or not.

My gaze could only see his gloved hand. 

“I am known as the British Empire’s name gun, Brown Bess.” I didn’t know from my perspective, but according to Miss Emi...later on. “By my pride as a knight, I will protect you.” 

The person known as Brown Bess lifted my hand and placed a light kiss against my fingers.

Almost like the pictures that resembled a knight, swearing their loyalty towards the one they vowed to protect.

However…

‘Why...is he...calling me, master?’

I could not think. 

The burning pain at that point.

Overwhelmed me.

I couldn’t continue...holding that white glove much longer.

“LUCIA?!” 

“MASTER!” 

Then the last thing I heard was Miss Emi and the person, known as Brown Bess, shouting my name and the strange title of master as I easily gave in to sleep. 

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“Nngh.” 

I don’t know what happened, but somehow I was in my room at the base. 

I slowly got up, only to find myself getting hugged immediately by Miss Emi.

“Miss...Emi?”

“Oh thank god.” She’s shaking. “I...I thought you…” 

My hands, that were in the air, now landed against Miss Emi’s back and allowed me to hug her in return. 

“...I’m sorry.” 

“What?” 

She pulled back a bit to see my face. 

I think I’m already making a clear frown. 

“I made Miss Emi worried about me.” I replied, allowing my hands to land onto my lap. “I should have said something about my hand.” 

“And you told me to tell you immediately.” I should have said something, then maybe we would have still been at the museum. 

Miss Emi opened her mouth at first, but promptly closed it. As the woman made a clear expression on her face, Miss Emi tapped the tip of my nose. 

Making me blink in surprise. 

“You say it’s your fault, but it happened so suddenly...so who is to say that you deserve the blame?”

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“Miss Emi.” 

“And besides, it took a lot of convincing to tell your Uncle about what happened.” 

Oh.

OH!

“Right, what happened to...er...that person.” 

Uh what was his name? 

“Um...Mr. White Glove wearer!” 

“W-White glove wearer?” Miss Emi stared at me with a puzzled look on her face, probably wondering why I only know about his white glove. 

“I...I couldn’t exactly catch his name.” I tried to explain to Miss Emi, “The pain was unbearable and I really thought that person had the same name as the musket-”

“But you’re not wrong.”

“Eh?”

“The person that appeared, Mr. White Glove wearer is named after the musket we saw at the museum.” 

Eh?

“Brown Bess. The firearm that expanded the Great British Empire. The same one.” 

“...”

EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!

“Huh, but he is a...what?!” Mr. White Glove wearer really was Brown Bess?! The same musket I was looking at with a weird face?!

Uh...did he see me make a weird face from behind the glass?

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...I’m ashamed of myself. 

I held my head in disbelief as Miss Emi told me what happened after I fainted at the museum. 

Apparently Uncle Kyo and the other Resistance members got mad at Brown Bess while I was asleep. If Miss Emi wasn’t there, they might have held Brown Bess down for questions on what he did to me. 

“A-And...where is he?” 

Miss Emi pointed at the door.

“By the door.” 

I think my face froze the minute Mr. White Glove wear-I mean...Brown Bess appeared at the entrance of my room. 

But.

He’s Brown Bess? 

I don’t think he’s wearing the same outfit when I last saw him. 

He’s not wearing white gloves afterall. I think Miss Emi even added that he was wearing an outfit similar to the British soldiers at the time of the American Revolutionary War. 

'However, he looks like a normal person.’

But...who would call a firearm a normal person?

'I think my head is starting to hurt.’

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“You’re...Brown Bess?” I started off, feeling nervous of what he planned to say. 

‘I hope he doesn’t say that I made a weird face.’ 

“Yes.” 

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...” 

Why isn’t he saying more? 

‘This silence feels a lot more painful than the burning pain.’ 

“Um.” I should introduce myself right? “N-Nice to meet you, Brown Bess.” 

“My name is.” I tried to swallow the nervousness down. “Lucia Beckford.” 

But once my eyes met Brown Bess’ gaze, I flinched in surprise. 

There's a clear frown on his face and I had no clue on why he was making such. 

‘Why is he frowning?’ I have so many questions, but I can’t properly say them one at a time. 

I want to say them all at once.

But the frown is making it too hard to say a peep. 

So...I simply held my gaze. 

Waiting for Brown Bess to say something.

And then. 

“Do you have trouble talking to children?” 

Miss Emi dropped words that resembled a bomb. No it was more like she threw a direct bomb at Brown Bess’ face.

“Or are you afraid of saying something wrong to Lucia?” 

Uwah, Miss Emi?! 

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I’ve never seen Miss Emi sound so heated before.

It’s like watching her argue with Miss Roxie, only...she’s currently facing a former firearm. 

A...musket? 

….To be fair, it feels weird to call him a firearm now that he looks...uh...like us. 

At the same time, Miss Emi folded her arms, staring at the blonde young man before her. 

Awaiting his answer.

The blonde young man, known as Brown Bess, scoffed in return.

“I am not.” 

“Then why are you staying quiet?” 

“Do I not have a right to remain silent?” 

“At a time like this, how does the main culprit revolving Lucia’s fainting have a right to stay silent?”

“Tsk.” 

Miss Emi, I think poking him with an imaginary stick is not the right way of asking questions.

Brown Bess shifted his gaze aside, “There are things I can or can’t say.” 

As if stating he cannot say, what’s intended for my ears, with Miss Emi around.

However...

“As of right now, you have to say these things with a witness involved otherwise you’ll be deemed as a creeper trying to harm Lucia.” 

“Creeper?!” 

I think Miss Emi blew a fuse in Brown Bess.

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“Of course you’re a creeper! Who in the right mind stays outside a girl’s room 24/7?!” 

Uwah uwah uwah! 

What in the world is happening?! 

“I have you know, this is the job I was given as master’s musketeer. There is nothing wrong with me guarding her room from suspicious people.” 

“Who in the right mind would guard an eleven year old girl’s room when everyone in the base is practically family to the said girl?!” 

….it’s like I’m watching Mister Oz and Miss Lulu argue.

Except the argument is revolving around me and it’s getting a little much. 

“Um.” 

I tried to speak up, hoping their argument would cool down for a moment. 

But...

“Lucia, tell this frowning jerk to yeet out of here.” 

“Master, tell this woman to leave the vicinity.” 

‘Why?!’ 

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Someone...save me please.

On one hand, I don’t want to say anything rude to the both of them. 

On the other hand, I want them to stop this mess from getting worse. 

If only Miss Roxie were here. 

She might be able to calm Miss Emi down. 

It’s too bad she’s in Germany with Mister Van and Delly right now. 

“Um...how about this.” I started off, seeing that there’s clearly no other way of shooing one of them. 

“I’ll listen to what Brown Bess has to say, but Miss Emi has to be here to listen, okay?” 

The two eye each other before returning their gazes to me, both giving a look of defeat. 

 “Fine.” 

“Then...um...Bess.” I paused realizing that I wasn’t calling him by his full name, “Oh uh, is it alright to call you, Bess?” 

“It’s fine.” 

Oh good. 

“Then Bess.” I repeated and started off with my first question, “Can you tell me about yourself?” 

Seeing that Miss Emi and I were waiting for an answer from him, Brown Bess relaxed his crossed arms. 

His green eyes were a different shade from mine, but…

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You can tell that Bess was direct by the way he stood, the way of his gaze, and by the clear tone of voice he used. 

“My name is Brown Bess. The name gun built and assisted the expansion of the Great British Empire. I have been involved in several wars such as the Seven Years’ War and the Napoleonic War under Great British Empire’s, currently known as England, services for multiple times.” 

It...felt like...listening to someone who experienced things I would have never imagined or possibly lived to tell the tale.

Of course, I wasn’t sure if it was really true or not. I didn’t clearly see how he looked like the moment he...appeared before Miss Emi and I. 

So...there was a sense of doubt that filled me as I listened. 

“As a musket born here in England, I am a natural born knight.” 

“Knight?” I stared at him, slightly confused by what he meant. 

“Yes, a knight.” It doesn’t seem like he’s joking. “With my duty as a knight, I…” 

He paused for a moment, glancing over at Miss Emi, who seemed to be glaring holes at his head. 

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“What.” He frowned at Miss Emi, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No one gave you alcohol, right?” Once Miss Emi dropped those words, Brown Bess’ face turned bright red. 

“You…You really think I am saying ridiculous things right now, aren’t you?” 

“Who in their right mind calls themself a natural born knight?!” 

“Men born from England that shoulder the titles of being a gentleman and a knight!”

“Gentleman my bum! You weren’t being exactly one or the other earlier the minute we-”

...this unnecessary argument has got to stop. 

Once the duo found themselves ready to argue, I took a deep breath and shouted as loud as I could. 

“STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!” 

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“AHAHAHAHAHA!” After I shouted at Brown Bess and Miss Emi, I banned them from talking to me until they made up. The person currently laughing at their predicament was none other than Mister Oz. 

Oswald Alton. He’s one of the members of Uncle Kyo’s Resistance that always tells me to not go into the Black Smith shed. 

As of right now, I was having breakfast together with him to avoid being stuck in between Brown Bess and Miss Emi. “Lord, I can’t believe you managed to get them to stay quiet during breakfast.” 

“You’re pretty bold to do such, Luci.” The next thing I knew, my hair was being ruffled by Mister Oz as he flashed a friendly grin towards me.  

Even though he warns me to not get close to the Black Smith shed, he’s still a nice person. 

Though he keeps treating me like I’m his little sister. 

I will say...I am an only child. 

And I would rather have a younger sibling. 

Not an older one that constantly messes with my hair. 

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“...Today’s cheese omelet is delicious.” I mumbled while chewing on another cut piece. As I continued eating, my gaze trailed over to Miss Emi and Brown Bess. 

Both frowning at each other as they eat breakfast in silence. 

I made the right choice to eat with Mister Oz today. 

“...You.” 

Ah, Miss Emi and Brown Bess are trying to talk to each other. 

“You first.” 

“No you.” 

“...”

“...”

“Eugh, I’ve never seen Emi get so worked up before.” Mister Oz added while taking a few spoonfuls of his breakfast. “Normally she’s just all butterflies and rainbows when it comes to you and Lucy. Then she gets in a hissy fit when Roxie and I are around.”

“Butterflies and rainbows?”

“She dotes on you like you’re the sister she never had.”

.

.

.

.

‘I didn’t know that.’   

I remember Miss Emi telling me that she’s an only child before...but. 

‘She thinks of me like a sister.’ 

Maybe that’s why she’s a little mean towards Brown Bess. 

‘Miss Emi said all of that to prevent Brown Bess from hurting me.’ 

I glanced up, focusing on the two struggling to apologize to the other. 

‘I don't think Bess was trying to hurt me.’ 

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“Until you and Brown Bess say sorry, I am not talking to you two until then!” 

Ahhhh. 

What have I done? 

I made Lucia angry. 

‘Ugh...me and my big mouth.’ Now I’m stuck with this guy, Brown Bess, as a result of my actions. 

‘What am I going to say?’ I can’t exactly say sorry to him. ‘Besides he gets on my nerves.’ 

Straight up calling Lucia his master.

Then proclaiming out of nowhere that he’s a knight. 

‘What does he think he is?! A person from the Knights of Round?!’ 

Pretty sure he has some screws loose. 

‘...Then again.’ 

I can’t deny what I saw. 

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When Lucia struggled against the pain in her right hand, light enveloped the antique gun that was sitting in the center of the display case before us. 

If Lucia saw clearly, she would have seen how the antique gun magically left the display case and landed in the right arm of a young man that appeared from out of nowhere. 

Dressed similarly to the soldiers shown on the paintings meant to represent the American Revolutionary War. 

The moment he opened his eyes, the young man zeroed his gaze over to the little girl I held close. 

In turn...that very little girl reached out and grabbed the young man’s right hand. 

The glowing red rose marking on her hand gleamed strongly at the young man stating these very words to her. 

“I am known as the British Empire’s name gun, Brown Bess.” He got down on one knee and raised Lucia’s right hand gently up. “By my pride as a knight, I will protect you.” 

If it wasn’t so sudden, I swear...one of my fellow medics would have called this a magical scene straight out of a fairy tale. 

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Except this wasn’t a fairy tale.

This was real. 

This wasn’t a scene from a book. 

It happened out of blue and in the midst of Lucia dealing with pain that couldn’t be easily described by my own words.

This guy, this person, whoever he was...called himself the antique gun that was once on display. 

Brown Bess. 

Had the gall to try and take Lucia from my arms. 

‘Gentleman my bum.’ Lucia would’ve been in more pain if he handled her wrong. ‘And he didn’t even thank me for clearing the mess with General Granbird and the others.’

I stabbed a fork into the pieces of lettuce I had on my plate. 

‘And now I have to apologize.’ Otherwise, Lucia is going to use Oz and Lulu as her way of relaying messages to me from now on. 

“You really messed with the wrong person, huh Em?” 

Shut up my inner thoughts that sound exactly like Roxie!

‘This is pure torture.’ 

I thought while taking a bite. 

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It also doesn’t help that I’m forced to stick with Brown Bess. 

I was the only one that was aware of what took place at the exhibit other than Lucia. 

Hence, General Granbird wants me to keep an eye on what Brown Bess does or says around Lucia. 

‘Wouldn’t Oz or Art be a better fit to watch him?’ I internally cried. ‘I’m just a medic sir!’ 

I glanced over to the blonde sitting across from me, taking small bites of the breakfast Mrs. Bertha made this morning. 

‘It’s really hard to believe that this person was originally a firearm used in the Great British Empire.’ 

“You/You.” 

Ah. 

We reacted at the same time. 

“You first.” 

“No you.” 

…

What’s with this standstill? 

Are we that desperate to get this over with?

'We won’t be able to properly apologize at this rate.’ 

“Then...Brown Bess.” Since we can’t apologize, I might as well inquire instead. “Why do you refer to Lucia as master?” 

Out of all the things he could call her, Brown Bess instinctively called Lucia his Master. 

As if it was natural. 

Brown Bess eyed me from across the table, holding the cup in hand. 

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“Is it wrong to not call her that?” 

It is wrong no matter how you look at it!

“It is.” 

Especially when she's eleven years old.

“...No matter how old she is.” Brown Bess lowered his cup to the table, “No one can deny that master bears the catalyst used to awaken me; the rose scar.” 

I flinched hearing those words and briefly shifted my gaze to the little girl eating breakfast with Oz at a nearby table. ‘The rose scar.’  

Lucia had that mark since the day she arrived at this base. 

No one knows where or when she received it. 

Even the person herself doesn’t remember how she got it. 

But if Brown Bess is really saying that scar is the catalyst. 

‘Does the scar have a deeper meaning than just being a strange wound mark?’ 

Lucia’s scar did seem abnormal compared to other scars.

It never healed like a proper flesh wound and…

‘It would burn at the weirdest moments.’

In the beginning, the burning sensation she mentioned made me think that Lucia got sick easily.

But after overcoming it a few times, Lucia never showed signs of having a weak constitution.

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“Do you.” I had to ask. “Know something about her scar?”

My gaze locked onto his. 

Awaiting for some sort of answer to Lucia’s strange rose scar.

But of course.

“I don’t know more than that.” 

There wasn’t much to derive from.

My tensed shoulders lowered upon hearing that.

“So the only reason why you refer to Lucia as master is because of that catalyst?” 

“Indeed.” 

“So you’re under some kind of magic contract with Lucia?”

Brown Bess scrunched his face in displease, almost as if he swallowed a sour grape. “Magic?” 

“Well how else do you explain a person like you appearing from out of nowhere?”

Because there’s definitely no scientific reason to prove it. 

He placed a hand against his chin, “Magic would be too childish to describe it.” 

“Then how would you describe, in your own terms, this whole arrival of your’s?” 

“Hmm.”

I can see Brown Bess trailing his gaze over to Lucia, who was currently talking to Oz about something. 

‘Huh?’ 

Did his gaze soften for a second there?

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“If I had to describe my existence and master’s ability to awaken me into one word.” 

But when Brown Bess focused his gaze on me, it felt like that anger he had concentrated at me disappeared. 

Leaving behind only one thing. 

Just one thing. 

Written over his face.

The sense of uneasiness. 

I couldn’t find the right words to argue with Brown Bess the moment he stated thoughts from the depths of his own mind. 

“A miracle.” 

In truth, it wasn’t even one word. 

However. 

It wasn’t wrong. 

Brown Bess’ sudden appearance was indeed a miracle that happened out of nowhere. 

Whether it was through the influence of some outer being or some sort of weird mambo jumbo magic that’s on Lucia’s scar…

He came the moment we, the Resistance, began searching for the overlooked antique guns to use in this oppressed world created by the World Empire. 

‘But .’ 

My job doesn’t deal with fighting. 

Heck, I can’t even shoot with an antique pistol the moment I arrived at the Resistance. 

I’m just a medic. 

That got slapped the role of watching over Brown Bess. 

And yet. 

I get that Brown Bess is similar to me. 

Worried about Lucia.

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“...You’re.” 

A strange person, Brown Bess. 

But yet who am I to say? 

Maybe we’re all strange people.

I mean, I’m talking to a person that was once an antique gun used in the wars of our past. 

Probably someone out there will call me weird as well.  

“A strange knight.” 

When he heard me say that, Brown Bess’ eyes flickered back over. 

Wondering why I started using the title he told Lucia to use.

However, I was too busy drinking the coffee I had in my cup to even bother seeing his reaction. 

All I heard were these words. 

“And you’re a strange medic.” 

“Haha.” As I took another sip of the coffee, I muttered with a small smile on my face. “How bitter.”

“Then stop drinking the muddy water.” 

“I can’t help it.” 

You took the last tea leaves in the kitchen.

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“Did you two apologize?” 

I stared at the two standing in front of me with my arms crossed. 

‘I would be very mad if they didn’t.’ 

“W-We did, Lucia.” Miss Emi started off, wearing a weak smile towards me. 

“We wouldn’t be standing here in the first place.”

Hmmm. 

“Then.” 

I walked up to the both of them and lowered my crossed arms. 

Miss Emi and Brown Bess looked at me, wondering what I was doing when I quietly grasped one hand from each of them.

“Lucia/Master?” 

Once their hands were in mine, I smiled and shook them both at the same time.

“Let’s handshake together.” I shook both hands, knowing they weren’t willing to shake the other’s hand. 

So I decided.

‘Let’s all shake hands.’

Hoping they won’t argue while I’m helping them handshake.

If I told them to shake hands, they wouldn’t be able to.

‘It seems like it’s working.’ 

I glanced up to see their gazes. 

“Now no more arguments, okay?” 

The two looked at me. 

Their eyes wide like the plates used for tea cups. 

But once they glanced at each other...I could tell that they weren’t planning to argue again.

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“So, why exactly do you call yourself a knight, Bess?” I asked the same question again. 

Curious of why he called himself that. 

Not many purposely call themself a knight unless it was to impress someone, but I feel like he wasn’t intending for that. 

With a serious expression that resembled Uncle Kyo talking to the members of his group, it showed that Bess wasn’t pulling a prank. 

“...Ahem.” He coughed for a moment and proceeded on explaining why. “The role of a knight is more like a guardian that serves to protect their lord. In a sense-”

He glances back to me, who was patiently waiting for an answer. 

“I...I.” 

“I?” 

Why is he only saying the same word like a parrot? 

“I’m a knight meant to protect my master. That is all. Nothing more. Nothing less.” 

I feel like he rushed that answer. 

‘I wonder why?’ 

“In any case, even though I’m your knight...it is more appropriate to call those similar to me as Musketeers.” 

“Musketeers?” 

Now I was glancing back at Miss Emi with a look of confusion, “What does he mean by musketeers?”

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“A musketeer is known as a soldier equipped with a firearm during times of warfare and expansions of great lands.” Miss Emi placed a hand against her chin, humming for a brief moment. “Hmmm...but not everyone called themself a musketeer. They usually go by dragoons, cavalry men, or infantrymen. Musketeer is more of a word umbrella to describe all of those.”

“Is that true?” I returned my gaze over to Bess, who nodded in agreement. 

Or rather, he looked surprised at Miss Emi. 

“Surprised a medic like you knows her history.” 

I tugged Bess’ left hand and told him with eager words, “It’s because Miss Emi’s mother was a teacher back in America.”

“America?” Bess furrowed his brows the minute he heard that, “You’re from America?” 

“Yes, but I got stationed here under General Granbird’s recommendation.” 

Bess’ brows furrowed even more, “You don’t look like you’re from America though.” 

“That’s because my father originated from Japan, Mr. Knight.” Miss Emi placed her right hand against her hip and pointed using the other. “Do you just have something against America?” 

“...No.” Ah, Bess stopped furrowing his brows. “I just dislike the people I came across back in America.”

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“People?”   

What does Bess mean by that?

Bess scoffed, “...If they were to ever become a musketeer, I’m pretty sure they would be getting up all on my face about how great America is compared to England.” 

I tugged Bess’ hand again, interested in the person he was referring to, “Who?” 

“That’s only if they end up becoming a musketeer.” Oh phooey. “There seems to be a requirement in order for musketeers like me to appear.” 

Now Miss Emi straightened her back the moment Bess stated those words, “You mean there’s more like you?”

“Not exactly the same as me, there’s probably others from various countries that have their own ideals and ways as a musketeer. Besides, I feel that Master could’ve had more Musketeers by now.” 

Huh?

“What do you mean?” 

I should’ve had a lot more musketeers? 

But I’ve never seen a single one like you and this is the first time I’ve heard of a musketeer. 

“I don’t understand, Bess.” 

“I mean...there’s already a bunch of antique guns in this base isn’t there?” 

“Antique guns, here...in the base?” 

“Wait, Master you don’t-” 

“Ugh, you just had to spill the tea this time.”

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“Miss Emi, what does Bess mean?” She pressed against the bridge of her nose, before proceeding to continue. 

“What Brown Bess is trying to say, Lucia.” Miss Emi lowered her hand, showing a clear frown on her face. “That the antique guns are here for a purpose.” 

“A purpose.” 

“Yes, a purpose.” 

“Do you know what that purpose is, Miss Emi?”

“I…It’s.” Miss Emi’s lips pressed into a thin line, struggling to find words like Brown Bess. 

“It’s…?” 

Miss Emi took a deep breath and exhaled out loud, “Difficult to say it due to my position.” 

“Oh.” 

“But Lucia.” She lifted my face using two hands, they felt warm against my cheeks. “When you decide to ask General Granbird about it, just know this.” 

Miss Emi pressed her forehead against mine to reassure me, “We’re not using antique guns for a bad reason.” 

Even though she said that...why do I feel like the reason is a lot more than what it seems? 

The hand that held onto Bess’ began to squeeze, watching Miss Emi excuse herself to the medical wing. 

“Master?” 

“Bess.” My hand still clutched as I watched Miss Emi’s retreating back. “Let’s go back to the barracks.”

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As I picked up the books left in the sitting room of the barracks, I began to think back on Miss Emi’s words. 

“We’re not using the antique guns for a bad reason.” 

‘What exactly is the reason?’ I wondered to myself. ‘And...for how long has antique guns been here?’ 

I can feel myself frown as I clutched one of the books Art recommended to me. 

“Master, is something bothering you?” 

I glanced up, finding Bess holding a stack of books.

He decided to help me put away the heavier ones.

“Kind of.” I mumbled back, unsure of whether I should say something or not. 

I understand that Bess is supposedly doing his job as a knight or musketeer, but I feel like I shouldn’t bother him with this. 

‘I want to see Uncle Kyo about this.’ However I feel like if I don’t say it a certain way, I won’t get the answer I am looking for. ‘If only he wasn’t busy.’ 

I don’t want to be a bother to Uncle Kyo, especially after everything he’s done so far. 

‘Papa always said it’s rude to go into someone’s office when they’re busy.’

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‘And I don’t really know what to say to Uncle Kyo.’

My head hurts from thinking of different ways to ask him. 

“I...don’t know what I want to say.” I started off, while placing the picture books back onto the lower shelves of a bookcase. “Like, the words are there but I can’t seem to say it clearly like I want to.” 

On one hand, I want to know why there’s antique guns here.

On the other hand...I don’t want to seem like I am poking into something I shouldn’t know.

‘Then again.’

There’s a lot of things I don’t know about Uncle Kyo’s group and their work. 

“Then master.” Bess placed the books into their respective shelf and said this. “What exactly do you want from your Uncle?” 

“What do I want?” 

“Yes.”

He got down on one knee and soon his eyes met mine, showing that he was looking straight at me.

Similar to how Miss Emi talked to me and not like how some adults just gaze down to answer my questions. 

It feels like Bess is properly listening to me. 

“You need to state what you want.”

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“Once you’re able to say what you want, then you can face your Uncle.” 

“But.”

“Master.” Bess repeated, making me refocus on his eyes. 

They didn’t change. 

They were still focused on me.

He’s not looking away. 

“You’re still young.” He started off, reminding me of how old I am. “Children demand many things that they want from the start. Whether it’s to show off to others or something to simply have.” 

Bess placed a hand on top of my hair, the weight of his hand felt light compared to the books we carried. 

However...it feels comforting to hear Bess say these words. 

“You’re allowed to be selfish.”

Selfish.

It was a word I never heard anyone say.

‘Am I not selfish?’ 

I thought to myself. 

‘I guess not.’ 

Telling by the look on Bess’ face. 

“...Am I not selfish, Bess?” 

I asked him.

“You’re not.” 

I almost lowered my head, expecting to hear some sort of scold from Bess.

But instead I heard Bess say this…

“You’re too considerate of others.” 

“Considerate?” 

“It means you think too much of what other people say.”

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The next thing I knew, Bess lifted his hand from my hair to say. “There are things you need to learn, Master and one of them is grasping what you want.” 

‘Grasp what I want.’

I raised my hands out before me and opened to reveal two empty hands. 

I closed them, leaving two balled up hands that held nothing within them.

Yes. 

I’m not holding anything.

Yet there is something.

Something...that Bess is pointing out. 

“What I want…”

‘What exactly do I want?’ 

“Lucia.” 

I can faintly hear it. 

“My little light.” 

The sound of their warm voices. 

“My lovely little mademoiselle.” 

Like a candle, the voices quickly faded away. 

Just like the blue butterfly I saw before grasping onto Bess’ gloved hand. 

‘What...do I want?’

I repeated the thought again, while quietly staring at my balled up hands. 

Then as if a flickering flame appeared on my hands, I muttered a silent thought to myself.

‘For Uncle Kyo to understand my wish to know.’

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I glanced back to Bess, who was still waiting for an answer from me. 

“Um.” 

I’m still not used to Bess. 

“Bess.” 

It’s hard to believe he was a firearm from a museum in London. 

“Yes, master?” 

However...

I’m glad. 

I’m glad...I’m able to talk to you. 

“Thank you.” 

Bess froze upon hearing those words, as if he wanted to say more but I continued to finish what I wanted to say. 

“For talking to me.” 

I smiled warmly at the musketeer that gave me advice. 

‘I feel a bit better now.’ 

“Well...I am master's musketeer afterall.”  Bess muttered in a low voice, it seems like he’s embarrassed about something. “I’m only doing my job.” 

Did I say something that made him feel embarrassed? 

“Anyway, let’s finish cleaning this up, master.” Bess got up from his spot, still not bothering to face me. “There’s too many books laying around here.” 

“Yes.” I went to grab a few more small books from the ground. 

“Also.”

“Yes, Bess?” 

“Is there a reason why you live here?” 

I stopped my hand from reaching out the second book I was about to grab. “Reason?”

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“Yeah.” 

“A reason.” 

I mean there is, but…

‘You’re the first one to ever ask me that.’ 

A lot of the adults, including Miss Emi and Mister Oz, avoid asking me questions as to why I arrived here. 

I don’t know if it’s because of Uncle Kyo or some of the leading workers in this place...however. 

“There is.”

A reason. 

“I.”

And no one but you bothered to ask. 

“Was found by Uncle Kyo in my town.” 

But...I hope...

“Alone.” 

‘You’ll listen to the very end.’

I started while putting away small books into the lower shelves of the case. “I remember bits and pieces of what happened, but not as clearly.” 

The town I lived in had their colorful flowers crushed to pieces, the stores as well as homes became pebbles or broken pieces of wood, and the fountain that many used to walk by no longer had that pretty water.

“The last thing I can recall the most is mama and papa telling me to not leave the closet and Uncle Kyo’s face that day.”

There were several emotions showing on Uncle Kyo’s face, but the one I knew was none other than....

Guilt.

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It was a word Mister Oz often used whenever he got into an argument with Miss Lucy. But the more I thought about Uncle Kyo’s face...the more I tried to learn what was going on at the base. 

However...no one would say a hint of it.

Like it was something I wasn’t supposed to know. 

Yet...it feels like if I ask further. 

The memories of what happened in my town will come back. 

And...I feel like a part of me doesn’t want to dig those memories. 

As if there’s a pair of hands gripping tightly onto my shoulders, keeping me from turning around and opening the door that led to them. 

“So...your town.” 

“It's still there, but…” 

No one lives there anymore. 

“...Sorry.” 

He mumbled. 

“What are you apologizing for, Bess?” 

“Well...it.” It was as if Bess had bit his tongue. “Seems insensitive.” 

“Insensitive?” 

Bess coughed, realizing he’s using words I wasn’t familiar with. “I mean...I rudely asked about your reason for being here yet-“

“It’s not rude, Bess.” 

It really isn’t.

“If anything, you’re probably the only one that’s ever asked me.”

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Because it’s the truth. 

A truth that everyone at the base avoided. 

“So you’re not being rude at all, Bess.” 

Even though...I said that. 

Bess held a look that seemed to regret what he just said. 

‘If I tell him it’s not this fault.’ 

His face will look sadder. 

I shouldn’t say more.

“Um...in any case, Bess.” 

I decided to change the topic, since I already answered his question. 

“What are you going to do here?” I’ve been sleeping for one whole day, according to Miss Emi. 

I think Uncle Kyo and the others demanded answers from Bess while I was asleep. I don’t know what they talked about, but there must be a reason as to why Bess is now wearing regular clothes than the supposed one I barely recall. 

“Protect you.” 

“Oh uh.” He said it so fast, that I don’t have a proper response. “I-I see.” 

“But Bess.” I started again, feeling that protecting me is a little bit much. “Is protecting me necessary? I rarely leave the base often compared to the others.” 

“Master, protecting you is my job.”

B-But that’s not what I’m saying!!

“Oh, I can’t deal with this any longer.”

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“Art.” 

It’s mister glasses! 

Well he’s not the only one with glasses, but Art is the only one that pushes his glasses like he fully knows everything. 

Arthur Klein. 

Everyone at the base calls him Art, due to his strong support for the pieces of art left by history. 

He’s also one of the few people at the base that recommends or gives me books to read during my free time. 

In fact, I remember the time he corrected Miss Emi about the wars in France that I almost got an hour lecture about the history of Napoleon Bonaparte. 

Thankfully Mister Oz dragged Art away for work before he could. 

“Lucia, what happened to Mikado?” 

The first thing Art asked was Miss Emi’s whereabouts. 

“She had to go back to the medical wing.” 

“Agh, I swear that woman.” I can hear Art click his tongue out loud, “As brazen as always.” 

“I can’t believe she left you alone with this self-proclaimed knight .” 

The instant Art said those words, Bess showed an immediate frown. 

“She was given the order to watch over him and now look at this.”

Ah, he pushed his glasses.

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“I swear, if Mikado thinks she can allow a questionable being like him around you...I’m certain she has a few-” 

“Art.” I called out to the red-haired man that was going a little too far on his words. In fact, I made a face at him to say no more. “This person is Brown Bess . He is not a questionable being .” 

“....Hmph.” 

He’s still being rude to Bess no matter what I say. 

“Isn’t it proper to introduce yourself rather than assume something about others?” 

“This and that are two different things, Lucia.” Art crossed his arms, his head high like the nobles described in the fairy tales I’ve read. Especially the ones that look down at the hero of the story. “This Brown Bess ...it’s highly unfathomable that an antique gun from one of England’s historical sites suddenly glowed and brought out a human going by the same name.” 

But on one hand Art isn’t wrong, however I can’t deny Miss Emi’s words. 

She was the only one aware of what happened at the museum.

And.

‘I don’t think Bess is someone that would lie on the spot.’ 

“Lucia, I don’t think you should be spending more time-”

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I was going to get mad at Art for being rude when Bess suddenly stood up straight, setting his gaze towards the person that said mean words. 

“I don’t think you have the right to choose my master’s actions.” 

The moment Bess said those words, Art lowered his arms in disbelief.

In fact, his right eye looked like it was twitching.

As if Bess worded it in a way that annoyed Art. “Come again?”

The tone of Art’s voice didn’t sound calm at all. 

‘I don’t like where this is going.’ 

“I’m not going to repeat myself.” Now it was Bess’ turn to cross his arms at Art, “However master is here, so I’ll put it in simpler words to make my statement clear.” 

“It’s master’s choice on whether she should avoid me or not.” Steadying his focus at Art, the blonde haired young man stated words filled with support. “A child master may be, but this isn’t a decision others can make for her.” 

“I, as a musketeer, am obligated to listen to the wishes and choices master makes on her own.” 

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I couldn’t believe what Bess said in front of Art. 

There were a few words I didn’t understand, but...I get the feeling that being a master is something not to be taken lightly. 

Maybe it’s because I’m still young. 

Maybe it’s because I don’t understand what being a master takes. 

However, the weight of a title called Master at that time was only the beginning. 

“Tsk!” The next thing I knew, Art threw one of his gloves on the ground before Bess. “Pick up the glove you fool.” 

Bess didn’t say anything, if so...he looked disappointed at Art for what he was doing. 

“I dare you to pick up the glove.” 

“Pick up a glove?” 

I don’t understand what Art was doing. 

It seemed weird to me. 

Bess didn’t ignore Art’s words and promptly picked up the glove left

“It means he’s challenging me, master.” 

Challenge? 

For what? 

Art pushed his glasses up, “It pains me to agree with that fool, but he isn’t wrong.” 

“Lucia, no matter what, I am against you being near this suspicious person.” 

“But Art-!” 

“No buts Lucia.” Art kept his focus on Bess, “Once the glove is thrown...a response is needed.”

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No way. 

Is Art really challenging Bess to a fight?!

But Bess just arrived here! 

“Bess.” I tried to reach out and tug one of Bess’ open hands, however it was already too late. The musketeer moved forward to grab the glove lying in front of him. 

No, he didn’t grasp it yet.

In fact, he just paused for a moment to ask Art.

“What kind of challenge?” 

Oh! 

Art didn’t say what kind of challenge.

“Hmph, at least you didn’t take the glove rashly.” Art held out an open palm, “Otherwise, I’ll end up calling you an imbecile.” 

Ah. 

Bess’ eyebrows knitted and made a small wrinkle on his face. 

It reminds me of Nyanpoleon’s face whenever you pet him the wrong way. 

“In about two weeks time, General Granbird will be overseeing how well the resistance members are doing in their firearm training.” 

Uncle Kyo is watching firearm training? 

“However, this firearm training is not for nothing.” Art emphasized not for nothing specifically in his tone, “In fact, this firearm training is what the generals will be using to deem which people will be chosen for the upcoming mission.”

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‘A mission?’ 

I stared at Art, unable to understand what he meant by upcoming mission. 

‘Roxie said it was something important...but the way Art puts it.’

It’s something more than just important . 

“If you can best me during the firearm training, I’ll allow you to request one thing from me.” 

“And if I don’t?” Bess immediately asked Art, who let out a curved smile. 

“Well...I’m sure you already heard it.” 

‘Heard?’

Art’s words didn’t settle, until I recalled his reaction to Bess earlier.

“Lucia, I don’t think you should be spending more time-”

‘Wait, he means that?!’

I sent a frown at Art, who easily ignored it by keeping his gaze solely on Bess. 

‘Art really doesn’t want me near Bess, huh?’ 

“Then I have one condition to ask of you, Arthur Klein.” 

“And that is?” 

Bess didn’t hesitate. 

“Let me use the antique gun I had.” 

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“...Bess.” I stared at the young man, who seemed interested in one of the remaining books that was left out. 

It had the title “The Story of King Arthur and His Knights.” 

“Why did you accept Art’s challenge?” He had the chance to deny it.

Bess didn’t have any reason to fulfill it. 

He could’ve walked away and ignored Art’s words. 

But seeing Bess accept such a challenge made me feel. 

Nervous. 

“Master.” 

“Ack.” Suddenly something heavy gently lands against the top of my head. I think it’s the book Bess was looking at. 

“If you keep looking down like that, you’re going to make others worry.” 

“But.” My hands balled up into fists. “I.”

I am worried. 

I don’t know what goes on at the training area and it’s pretty clear I’m not allowed to be there when this challenge happens. 

‘There’s so many things I don’t know about Uncle’s group.’ 

Why are they training?

Why are they using antique guns?

Why-

“I want to know why you’re doing this, Bess.” 

I tried to peer from underneath the book, but all I could see was Bess’ white dress shirt. 

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...I didn’t think she would say that.

I stared at the little girl, using the book as a shield to hide whatever look of worry she held. 

“I want to know why you’re doing this, Bess.” 

In truth. 

That’s what I would like to know. 

‘I barely know anything about this little girl.’ 

Let alone the four eyes that decided to make unnecessary choices on what Master wants. 

Then there’s that weird medic named Mikado.

“A strange knight.” 

But there is one thing I do know. 

“Master.” 

I lifted the book away from her head and found master staring up at me. 

Her green eyes widened the moment she realized the book was gone. 

Master looked panicked while trying to redirect her gaze elsewhere. 

“You are my master.” 

But once I said those words. 

“And that will never change.” 

Her eyes returned to face me. 

“Therefore.” 

‘I do not want your freedom to be taken away by others when you’re beginning to make your decisions.’

“I want you to trust me.” 

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Master. 

Lucia Beckford is one of the few children within this area. 

No. 

It’s more correct to say that master is the only child here. It was mostly those of Mikado’s age or much older around the base. 

I thought it was because of master being possibly related to the leader of this group, Kyodo Granbird, that she had the privilege of staying here. 

But.

My assumption was far off. 

“I.”

“Was found by Uncle Kyo in my town.” 

“Alone.”

‘Alone.’ 

I repeated that single word in my mind while following after master. 

She was in the middle of carrying a bundle of washcloths over to the well. 

Most likely to clean the dust off in the sitting room. 

‘She’s a hard worker.’ Even though it’s one room, she still works hard to help out the people within the base. 

“You didn’t need to carry the bucket too, Bess.” Master says while placing the washcloths down on a stool beside the well. 

“Master.” I frowned at the little girl, “You almost fell to the ground while carrying the washcloths and the bucket at the same time.” 

“...W-Well I was doing my best!”

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‘That was doing her best?’ I can kind of understand why Mikado and Klein worry about Master. Those two and probably others in this base looked out for her.

‘But.’ 

“Alone.” 

The lone word echoed like a ripple in my mind as I watched her tie the rope onto the bucket. 

‘I don’t think that was enough to get rid of the unpleasant memories she experienced.’

And. 

‘Master doesn’t know what’s going on at this base at all.’ 

I thought it was because she was too young, but with the way Mikado spoke to Master regarding antique guns. 

It didn't only prevent her from learning it. 

It protected her from learning about what’s going on at the base. 

‘But Klein saw no reason to avoid telling Master about it.’  

You can’t hide the sound of gunshots. 

Especially to children whose curiosity and worry peaks to a high amount. 

‘If Master doesn’t know what’s going on.’ She might end up wandering into the training grounds on accident one day. ‘And who knows what will happen if a stray bullet lands on her.’ 

I don’t know much about Master. 

However...I do know that she deserves to be aware.

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“Master.” 

“Hm?” She was ready to send the bucket into the well, but paused to hear what I had to say. 

‘Would you watch the challenge?’ 

Like I can say that to her. 

Master doesn’t need to get involved in this ridiculous challenge in the first place. 

She’s already worried enough as is. 

“In regards to the base, how many locations are you allowed in?” 

If I’m able to gauge which locations are okay for Master to go in, then I will be able to get a better understanding of this base. 

“Hmm, allowed in?” Master placed a hand on her chin and thought for a bit, “It might be better to see from the roof of there.”

She pointed at one of the abandoned tall buildings within the base. From the looks of that height, it’s being used for monitoring suspicious activity from a distance. 

‘...And it’s the best location for those accursed snipers.’ Recalling those two snipers from America left a bitter taste in my mouth. 

It’s a good thing master hasn’t summoned any musketeers from America yet. 

‘I need to mentally prepare once it does happen.’ 

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Once master and I finished cleaning the sitting room, she guided me towards the abandoned building. 

However the one leaving at the entrance seemed to recognize master at an instant. 

“Lu!” 

It was a woman, assumingly from the medical wing like Mikado. 

‘She has the same arm band Mikado wears.’ 

A white armband bearing a red cross. A member of the medical wing at this base.

“Hello, Miss Lucy.” Master greeted the woman in front of us. Unlike Mikado that had long black hair, the person known as Lucy had short bright blonde hair. 

Her light blue eyes zeroed in on Master, “You’re not feeling sick or anything?”

Master shook her head in response, “No, according to Miss Emi it’s one of the fainting spells I had.” 

‘Fainting spells?’ 

“Again?” Lucy lowered herself to get a closer look at Master, removing a glove to place the back of her right hand on master’s forehead. “No fever and your face isn’t flushed.” 

“Did Em give you any medicine?” Master shook her head.

“Hmmm.” Soon Lucy put on her glove again, “If you don’t feel well, tell us immediately at the medical wing, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

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“Well then, I’m just-” Once Lucy got up and finally spotted me behind master, her face reddened in surprise as she took a giant step back. “W-W...I thought you were Oz!” 

Lucy took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down from the sudden appearance of a new person. “Are you the one Em has been talking about?” 

“The…” She eyed me with a nervous expression, “Crazy guy that says he was originally a gun.” 

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‘....I’m going to get Mikado for this.’

At least there’s one thing confirmed, the people at this base think I’m either a weirdo or crazy. 

I coughed, “I don’t know what Mikado said, but I won’t deny the fact that I was originally a gun.” 

She covered her mouth in shock, “...I didn’t think there were actual people who could say that with a straight face.” 

Mikado, we’re going to have a chat the instant I find you. 

“Miss Lucy.” Now master was frowning at Lucy, “You can’t call Bess crazy. That’s rude!” 

“You and the others at the base keep saying mean things about Bess. Yet most of you barely know a thing about him!” 

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“First Art and now you…” 

You can see a clear annoyed expression on master’s face. 

“Do I need to get a hold of everyone and scold them for being rude?” Master crossed her arms, “I feel like I should.” 

“Ack, no I’m-” Lucy was shifting her gaze between master and I, until she finally let out a loud sigh. 

“I’m sorry for this, but-” Now Lucy stared directly at me, “I can’t trust someone that suddenly appeared from out of nowhere claiming to be something they’re clearly not. Especially when Lu is involved in it.” 

Lucy sends a quick apologetic smile to Master, then quickly leaves to who knows where. 

Master lowered her arms to her side. 

A sad look formed on her face. 

Once her gaze turned to me, master seemed ready to apologize for what Lucy said however…

“If you’re going to apologize, don’t.” 

I reprimanded my master immediately. 

“What everyone else says is not your fault.”

What’s been done can’t be changed. 

It’s a clear fact that everyone, other than master and possibly Mikado, has little to no trust in my words. 

‘This can prove to be a problem for future musketeers.’

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A form of trust is needed in order to cooperate with others. 

Trust is what allows people to create a change. 

A change allows leaders to expand and grow the view in which they envision. 

Yet...

‘I lack information about the current world.’ 

But I’m sure. 

There’s something odd going on.

I don’t know what it is, but master’s words regarding the loss of her town and the silence from Mikado about this base’s group raises several questions that won’t get immediate answers. 

When Arthur Klein’s challenge appeared, it was a small chance but it’s something that the Master and I need to take. 

However this so-called challenge risks my chances to stay near my master.

I eyed the young girl beside me, she seemed quiet after taking back her attempted apology. 

‘Even though I told the master it's not her fault.’ 

Master held an expression filled with guilt. 

‘If Mikado were here, what would she say?’ 

I thought to myself while walking together with the master. 

‘Cheer master up or distract her?’

I don’t know. 

But there’s one thing for sure. 

I’m not Mikado. 

I can’t lie to a child. 

Especially when that child is my current master.

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“This is the tallest building in the base.” Master explained, carefully placing one foot at a time on a step. “I don’t like climbing the stairs often, but.” 

“I like the view from the top of this building.” 

“Is that so?” 

Master gave a small nod as a fond smile appeared on her face. 

“I can’t really put it into words, but...it’s very pretty. Especially when the sun appears or sets from far away.” 

A view that master likes. I didn’t think much due to the way she said it. But when we got to the rooftop of the building, I finally understood why master couldn’t describe it in her own words. 

The moment we set foot, the sun was already setting from the distance. The base and the surrounding forest area bathed in orange, red, and purple hues. Almost resembling the landscape paintings that were within the building I originally resided in. 

“What do you think, Bess?” 

“What do I think?” 

When master asked me that question, I silently thought to myself.

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‘She’s not wrong.’ 

Even though the view made it easier to see the buildings within the base and areas outside of it...I can understand that this view, the one master likes, is indeed a sight worth seeing. 

‘And…’ I glanced over to the little girl staring at the setting sun, wearing a smile on her face. She looked at ease. All the troubles that appeared on her face throughout the entirety of this day practically vanished the moment master saw the sun. 

In gun form, I never had the chance to see what was occurring outside of the building Mikado called a museum. Transported by some sort of crate from one place to the next. 

I don’t even remember the face of the last person that owned my gun. 

I don’t even know how many years went by since the last time I saw a sky that beautiful. 

My gun was always pointed at the enemy before me. In order for the soldiers and the people to gain something against the ones they fought. 

But now? 

Why was I given a human form? 

Why was I awakened by this little girl that simply wandered around the museum? 

Why…

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Do I feel sympathy for this little girl I barely know? 

‘She is my master, but.’ There are many things that I have yet to know about. Several things that may continue remaining a mystery until it’s time for their reveal. 

‘For now.’ 

I want to know more about this world. 

This new and unfamiliar world that master currently lives in. 

Because…

The number of odd things continue to increase by the second. 

And a part of me feels. 

That this world may be a lot more dangerous than how it appears to be. 

But no matter how dangerous this world is. 

I know for sure. 

That protecting master is my main priority. 

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I wondered why Bess didn’t answer my question. 

But it seems that he’s thinking about something. 

‘Maybe the question I ask was bothering him?’ I mean, he’s been an antique gun for so many years. ‘And antique guns were used in the wars like the American Revolutionary War Miss Emi pointed out.’ 

Wars. 

They were types of fights done throughout the years in order to settle differences between groups, lands, and even countries. 

I’m sure Bess experienced many other wars besides the American Revolutionary War. Probably more than what I’ve learned from Art. 

‘And I just asked him his thoughts about the view.’ I don’t even know if Bess ever had the chance to see the setting sun. I mean...he was a gun. ‘The most of what Bess saw throughout the years of history were none other than-’

My stomach feels funny. 

Like it makes me feel uncomfortable thinking about war. 

‘Because war.’ 

Reminds me of what happened in my town. 

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As I tried to ignore the funny feeling in my stomach, I kept my focus towards the sun going down. 

‘The sun says goodnight to the world and lets the moon slowly rise in its place.’ 

I remember mama saying that to help me fall asleep at night. Especially on days I have a nightmare. 

‘No matter how dark the world is, there will always be a form of light.’ 

It was something I continued to say to myself whenever I couldn’t sleep in the base. Almost like mama expected-

“Master.”

I didn’t get a chance to finish my words. 

‘Does Bess have an answer to my question?’ I thought to myself while staring at the sun going down. 

“To tell the truth, I can’t exactly describe the view as anything right now. Not a single word comes to mind.” 

“But.” He paused for a moment, only to end his response with this statement. “One day, I will give you a proper answer to your question.” 

Upon hearing those words, I clasped my hands together and replied. 

“I see.” 

“Then-”

I look forward to the day I hear it. 

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After showing the rooftop of the tallest building within the base, the following days continued with a new person, Brown Bess, at the base. The only difference in our daily lives was that Bess created some sort of schedule for himself. 

In the morning, he’ll be there at the end of the hall waiting to take me for breakfast. But from what Miss Emi tells me, it seems like he’s been awake three hours earlier. 

I asked her why.

“To train.” 

Of course, I don’t know where Bess was training at due to everyone steering me away from the location.  And it’s clear he drank several cups of juice to keep himself awake. 

Bess bitterly refuses to drink coffee. 

“I will never drink that blasted muddy water.” 

Or so he says. 

Once breakfast was done, Bess would walk me over to the sitting room, laundry area, or the kitchen. Around this time, I usually help the others at the base before I do lessons with Miss Emi, Art, or Miss Chris. 

But, it feels strange having someone always there to, um...I believe, escort you somewhere. 

It’s a weird feeling. 

I normally dreamed of these things when I was younger. 

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Acting like a princess of some far away castle. 

Wearing mama’s old dresses to feel fancy. 

Pretending that papa was the knight ready to protect both mama and I. 

But. 

‘It feels weird now.’ 

Especially when Bess is acting seriously like a knight. 

“Miss Emi.” 

Five days had passed, meaning it’s almost been a week since Bess arrived at the base. 

“Yes?”

I’ve been asking Miss Emi about Brown Bess whenever we were going over lessons in the sitting room.  

“Did Bess go to the medical wing?”

Sometimes I would see Bess with a bandage wrapping on one or even both his hands whenever the assumed training was finished.

Of course, I asked him once if it hurt. But Bess would brush it aside like it was nothing to worry about. 

Miss Emi wrinkled her nose. 

As if she was displeased about something. 

“He did.” 

“Did it look like it hurt?”

When Miss Emi heard that, the displeased expression on her face changed to a small smile. 

“It did and I scolded him for it.” 

“Oh.” 

“Even though he was a gun, it seems that self-proclaimed knight is trying to get used to being human.”

Used to being human. 

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If anyone else outside of this base heard that, I think Miss Emi would have been accused of being weird. Especially from Miss Roxie. 

Thankfully she was in Germany at the moment. 

Sometimes Miss Emi would say that she’s grateful Miss Roxie isn’t here to hear her say those strange words. 

“Roxie probably would’ve asked me if I drank some of Chris’ strange concoctions.” 

Is what Miss Emi says. 

I can already imagine Miss Roxie’s face when Miss Emi says that. 

In the meantime, Miss Emi reminded me.

“But the blisters on his hand look yucky, Lucia. Don’t even dare open those bandages I put on him, okay?” 

“O-Okay.” I replied back. 

Wondering why she said that. 

I mean...

Yucky blisters?

That’s...really hard for me to imagine. Especially with the way Brown Bess appears. I admit, he looks like a very handsome knight straight out of a fairy tale. Maybe similar to the knights described in “ The Story of King Arthur and His Knights.”

‘I wonder if Miss Emi is saying that to avoid opening the bandages?’ 

I don’t think Bess would even let me see it.

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“How many times does this make?” I sighed at the person standing before me. “If you keep this up, Lucia is going to end up opening your bandages at some point.” 

“It’s training.”

This stubborn self-proclaimed knight I swear.

I shook my head at him and pointed to the closest stool near my area of the medical wing. 

“Even though you call it training, this is too much.” I grabbed bandage wrappings, a bottle of alcohol, and some gauzes to use while Brown Bess made his way over to the stool. 

“I know.” 

“What part of know your limits do you not understand?” Once I placed everything down, I sat on my chair and held out my right hand. “Hand.” 

“Stop making me sound like some dog.”

“Be grateful I’m not actually saying the command paw.” 

He wore a look of annoyance, “You damn medic.”

I mocked him back while pretending to speak in his own voice, “You damn self-proclaimed knight. ” 

Brown Bess reluctantly held his left hand out.

As I began unwrapping the bandages, I started asking him questions. 

Questions that Lucia tried but only got nothing from this self-proclaimed knight.

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“Does it hurt?” 

“What hurts?” 

“This.” 

I squeezed his hand for a few seconds which led to Brown Bess wincing, but he didn’t bother to answer.  

Well he didn’t need to.

His face said it all. 

“So you’re finally getting a first taste of what it feels to be human, huh?” 

“It’s not like I’m invincible.” 

“Oh? You made it sound like you were in the beginning.”

Brown Bess glared at me. 

I ignored it and began pouring some alcohol on the gauzes. 

“Well at least you’re not some entire super human being.” 

“Super human being?” 

“Thought you would be shooting some sort of iron bullet from your bare hands.”

“What kind of useless nonsense comes to your mind?”

“Boredom.” 

“You have too much time on your hands.” 

“Says the musketeer that has time to rearrange the containers of tea leaves and coffee beans in the mess hall pantry.” 

After a few days of being around Brown Bess, we somehow got used to each other’s bickering. 

Though I’m this close to getting Oz whenever he keeps saying that we sound like an old couple arguing about tea versus coffee. 

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‘Funny enough he agrees that tea is better than coffee.’

But I wouldn’t vehemently reject coffee by calling it muddy water. 

“...Are you finally getting the results you’re looking for?” I asked while gently patting the reopened blisters on his hand. 

“Why do you even care?” 

Oh right, I forget I’m dealing with his royal pain in the bum. 

“If you hadn’t forgotten, I’m still watching you despite being lax on hovering over your shoulder.” 

“Ah right, the medic that’s supposed to be watching me even though she does not.” 

“Har har.” I faked a laugh while proceeding to wrap his arm with the new bandage wrapping. “Very funny.” 

Once the first arm was done, Brown Bess lifted his other hand. It was a lot more red than the left. 

‘Did the backlash from his gun do this?’ I wondered while tossing the bandage wrapping into a nearby bin. 

I knew firearms had some sort of rebound if one wasn’t careful. But to think it would be this harsh to someone like Brown Bess. 

‘I guess there’s no mercy to being a musketeer despite being turned human.’ 

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“Art hasn’t been picking on you when we’re not looking, right?” 

It’s almost time for General Granbird and the other authorities within the Resistance to monitor those that chose to wield a firearm. 

The purpose of using firearms, specifically antique firearms, was for a fighting chance. 

‘Against World Empire.’ Lucia isn’t aware of the gas masked people’s duties when we go into town, but at some point she will. 

World Empire. 

A regime that was formed after the world underwent a change caused by nuclear warfare.

The various government leaders all around the world gave away advanced weaponry to World Empire in order to prevent a repeat of the nuclear warfare. 

But... 

World Empire leaders began oppressing the public all over the globe by using advanced weaponry to prevent people from possessing weapons. As of now, it’s against the law to own a weapon. 

However, antique firearms were excluded from this law due to being pieces of history or art.

In order to have some form of retaliation, the group known as Resistance, started negotiating and searching for antique firearms to use against World Empire. 

‘The problem is that not many people can properly use antique firearms.’ 

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It’s been practically years since their last use in war and sending Resistance members that barely know a thing or two is like sending them to their doom. 

“That four eyes comes to gloat once in a while, but he doesn’t shirk training.” 

‘Looks like Art is at least serious about using antique firearms.’ It might be the fact that he’s been assigned a part of the intelligence and negotiating group more often. 

‘If Art was thinking of using antique firearms as a game, I would’ve slapped him across the face.’ 

“I see.” I mumbled while lightly patting the alcohol soaked gauze onto Brown Bess’ right hand. “...You.” 

“What?” 

“Why are you even doing this stupid duel with Art?” When I argued with Brown Bess he seemed sane enough to not get into an immediate fight. He might instigate one, but not enough to throw a fist at someone. “Art says things here and there, but you had the choice to deny it in the beginning.”

Afterall, Art did the gentleman glove toss method instead of outright shouting a duel. 

I pressed my lips together and calmly asked the musketeer sitting before me. 

“...Is this for Lucia’s sake?” 

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Mikado’s eyes didn’t waver. 

She looked straight at me for an answer. 

But why is she trying so hard to involve herself into master’s business? 

I knew that Mikado cared a lot about master’s safety and wellbeing, however…

“Is it your business to get involved when it concerns master?” 

“Of course it is.” 

The response was immediate. 

‘So that’s how serious you are.’ 

“If I say it’s for master’s sake, what would you do?” 

Her grip on my bandaged wrapped hand became strong the moment I said those words. 

“Depending on the circumstances, you might receive a punch from me.” 

Well...I didn’t think she’d go that far. 

No actually she would. 

This is Mikado afterall. 

She was ready to punch me from day one if it weren’t for master and the leader of this base.

“And if it’s not?”

“Then spit it out.” 

Hah, this woman.

Hasn’t she learned anything about mannerisms while staying here in England?

‘Clearly not.’ 

“...I’m only doing this for information gathering.”

“Information?”

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“My gun has been in museums, crates, and several other places meant for storage after wartime.” I explained to the medic, who finished wrapping the last of my bandages. “I hear bits to pieces here and there, but I don’t know what’s going on in the world right now.” 

“So you don’t know…” Mikado shifted her gaze aside, contemplating on whether to give me something. 

But. 

“Let’s just say, the world right now isn’t what it seems.” 

She refuses to say it outright. 

“I can’t be the one to tell you, since I don’t know what you’ll say to Lucia and I really...really...really don’t want you to blab what I say to her.” 

However...

There was some truth in her words. 

“You need to look carefully at this base. The atmosphere, the people, and…”

And as if leaving a warning. 

Mikado simply ended it with these words. 

“Understand why Lucia has not left the base.” 

I don’t know why she put it in such a roundabout way of speaking. 

Which was strange. 

Especially when Mikado is the type to be blunt. 

But her last words...

‘Master hasn’t left the base?’ 

What does that mean? 

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Didn’t master already leave the base before? 

I wouldn’t even be here if she didn’t go to the museum. 

...So what’s Mikado trying to tell me? 

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Feeling a headache coming along as Mikado’s words repeated in my mind. 

“You need to look carefully at this base. The atmosphere, the people, and…understand why Lucia has not left the base.

‘The base itself, the people, and.’

Master’s reason for not leaving the base. 

As I contemplated between those three points Mikado discussed, I continued the routine I created for myself for the following days. 

Here and there, I’d be confronted by a gloating Arthur Klein. 

An occasional scolding from Mikado for injuring myself from training. 

A worried expression from master while she was reading her book. 

Then.

“Yo, how ya doing pal?”

This guy. 

“Who are you?”

The guy made a dramatic fake cry as he clutched his uniform. 

“How cruel! I thought I already introduced myself when you wandered around with Little Lu!” 

Little Lu.

Oh.

Master. 

Now that I think about it, I did see this guy around master and some of Mikado’s acquaintances in the medical wing. 

“It’s me, Oz! Oswald Alton!” 

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Oswald Alton. 

Oz.

I think everyone called him, Oz. Like how everyone called Arthur Klein, Art. 

I didn’t really pay attention to him since most of the people within this base have been giving me the cold shoulder. 

But...to think someone would dramatically act this way. 

It's impressive but entirely weird at the same time. 

“And here I was being nice to bring you these beauties.” The next thing I knew, two pouches got shoved into my arms. 

“H-Hey?!” Before I could get the chance to make Oz take it back, a familiar smell wafted from one of the pouches. 

“...wait.” I unraveled one of the pouches and within it held the contents I was running out of. “Gunpowder.” 

I quickly opened the other bag only to find bullets. 

There were several questions in my mind, but all I could muster out was. 

“Why?”

Oz crossed his arms and gave a presumed friendly grin. 

“I only had a brief look at your gun, but I managed to find the bullets intended for it.”

“That’s not the answer I’m looking for.”

“Hm? But didn’t you need a simple response?” 

My gaze hardened at Oz, “I’m asking why you’re doing this.”

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I was already used to being ignored by most of the members of this base. 

Better yet.

‘It’s suspicious to hand a bag of gunpowder and bullets to someone you barely know.’ 

Oz crossed his arms while letting out a loud hum. 

“Why am I doing this, huh?” 

“For the heck of it?”

“Answer me seriously.”

“Well I am.” 

Are you for real?

“I mean, I do want to see Art’s butt handed to him on a silver platter.” 

So it's about revenge then...

I can’t accept these.

Is what I wanted to say, until Oz decided to interject and mention, “Oh and for the record, I did this to make it fair.” 

I sent Oz a confused gaze. “Fair?” 

You just said that you wanted Art to be knocked down a peg. 

Isn’t this considered unfair? 

‘...Then again I opened the bags after recognizing the scent of gunpowder.’ 

“Exactly, why are you calling this fair in the first place?” I closed the two bags while  continuing my words, “You’re not getting any benefit other than a way to deal with Arthur Klein.” 

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Oz placed a hand against his chin, “Hmm, when you put it that way.”

He made a serious expression. It made me expect a remark or something.

But instead it was-

“Then my answer would have to be this.” He simply put, “I just don’t like how chilly the base was.” 

“That’s all there is.” 

...This person.

‘Is a simpleton in plain sight.’ 

I can vaguely recall the complaints Mikado would say whenever she finished discussing with another member.

Now I kind of understand what she’s complaining about. 

“OZ THAT IGNORAMUS!” 

She practically called him an idiot.

“I mean, none of the guys at the blacksmith are giving you the supplies you need for the upcoming day right?” Oz added on, “It’s only proper to make sure everything goes as is than having the competition rigged.” 

“I could get the supplies I need by myself.” 

“Oh?” Oz crossed his arms again, “Then what will you do if someone ends up stowing away your needed supplies? What will you do?”

“As any military soldier of my time would.” I returned his own words, “Make them.” 

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The blonde young man known as Oz stared at me like I was some sort of spectacle.

A stare I was quite familiar with while residing in the museum.

It made me think that ah...I finally got him to stop. 

But such thoughts were short-lived. 

Instead of silence.

A burst escaped from Oz. 

“Pffft...HAHAHA!” 

Yes.

A burst of laughter escaped from Oz. 

For a second there, I thought he was on a whole new level of strange compared to Mikado if it weren’t for his immediate response. 

“I guess I’m the fool here.” The small smile had grown on his face, it seems the one Oz made right now was more genuine. “I didn’t take your rich history of knowledge into consideration.”

“Your youthful appearance deceived me.” 

“Should I be taking that as a compliment?” 

“Take whatever tickles your fancy.” 

I grimaced, “Don’t use such flowery words you weirdo.” 

“Did you develop such cruel words from, Emi?” 

In conclusion: 

Another person, of this base, is bothering me. 

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With another annoyance added onto my plate, I realized one thing during my stay. 

“Bess, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, master.” 

The only time I got a moment of peace, well a moment to breathe, was with master. 

I can relax without someone hounding me about my injuries. 

Avoid remarks that give me nothing but headaches. 

And read a book without someone pestering me for questions about my gun.

It’s quite pleasing to the mind.

“But you look grumpy with your eyebrows squished-” 

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...when she’s quiet. 

“Master, I am fine.” I repeated, making sure she heard me this time. “My wellbeing should be the least of your worries.” 

I can see Master pursing her lips together, forming a frown. 

‘She didn’t like that response.’ 

‘Did I say something wrong?’ 

I don’t think I am. 

But with the way master looked. 

‘It feels like I said something stupid.’

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So I decided to ask someone for a change.

“Mr. Knight, I believe you’re stupendously stupid.” 

...I take it back. 

Asking was a mistake. 

“Hey.” I can feel a hand slam down on my shoulder as I tried to leave the medical wing. “Don’t you dare waste my time by leaving after saying one thing about Lucia.” 

“Mikado, should you be slamming onto a patient’s shoulder?” 

“This so-called patient is being too cocky in the first place!” 

After giving a death grip to my shoulder, Mikado placed her hands on her hips while going. “I told you time and time again. Know your limits.” 

“What does knowing my limits have to do with this?” 

Mikado rolled her eyes. 

“It. Has. Everything. To. Do. With. You!” 

“I can’t believe I have to be the one to spell it out too!” 

She pointed at me. 

I stiffened at the sight. 

“Even though you go blab blab blab about loyalty and all that, you practically neglect being truthful to your master!” 

“Huh?” 

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“Unfortunately for you, Lucia isn’t some kid that accepts a “nothings wrong” statement.” 

Mikado then flicked my nose. 

Leaving me to wince in response.

“She wants honesty from you.” 

But as I covered my nose to slow down the pain. 

I could see something from Mikado.

“Even if you can’t tell her the whole truth.” 

A bitter expression.

For what?

For why?

For…

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But I held back. 

Because a part of me knew. 

That the entire base was holding something from Master.

It was a point I constantly landed on.

However...

No answer comes to mind. 

Except.

Master’s guilt-filled expression. 

What do I want? 

Her words echoed. 

But. 

Filled with awareness. 

Am I not selfish, Bess? 

Filled with kindness. 

What I want...

A voice that floats. 

Um. 

Softly.

Thank you.  

Soundly.

For talking to me. 

In place to say. 

“Bess.” 

And the next thing I knew.

“Master.” 

My honesty escapes.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” 

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It was finally the day. 

The day Bess had been waiting for. 

‘Art’s challenge.’ 

A challenge Art crafted to stop Bess from staying close to me. 

But. 

There’s something I need to tell you. 

Bess’ words from yesterday surprised me. 

I am a musketeer. 

One that was called forth by you, my master and the one who bears the red rose scar. 

No matter what happens, my duty to protect you comes first. 

At first, I thought he was repeating the same words from before but following after...Bess-

But...around the time I was called by you. 

A voice appeared in the depths of my head.

"Be noble, lone musketeer. Persevere and attain absolute nobility.” 

This voice only appeared once and I confirmed that it wasn’t your’s due to the sudden fainting spell you experienced. 

But ever since the day I met you, I vowed to protect you as a knight. 

Because this is my way of being noble. 

I don’t know what it means to “attain absolute nobility”. 

However, I do know this. 

You are my master. 

And whatever is currently happening. 

I will continue protecting you. 

“Bess.” 

I mumbled to myself. 

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Those words rang clear in my mind as they continued to repeat. 

It was as if Bess said it to…

“Nyaaaa.” 

In the middle of my thoughts, a familiar loud and lazy purr closes in. 

I glanced down only to see. 

“Nyanpoleon.” 

“Nya.” 

A big grey cat with black stripes coating his fur. His green eyes stared at me, as if asking for one thing. 

“Snack?”

“Nya.” 

Nyanpoleon seems to always respond fast to the sound of ‘snack’ or ‘food’. Is it because his owner gives in too easily to Nyanpoleon’s meows? 

Believe it or not, Nyanpoleon happens to be the pet cat of Arthur Klein. He’s always been at this base.

His name was sorta inspired by Art’s favorite French military general, Napoleon Bonaparte, while the ‘nya’ part was based on the way he purrs. 

The ‘Nya’ makes him sound more cool! 

Or so Art says. 

“Okay, okay Nyanpoleon. I’ll go get your dried fish.” 

Ahaha...Nyanpoleon never stops rubbing his head against my feet. 

“Hm, but it’s rare for you to be in the barracks this early.” Usually Nyanpoleon would be at the mess hall ready for breakfast. “You’re usually eating at a corner of the mess hall.” 

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Maybe it’s because Art is focused on the challenge against Bess? 

‘D...Does that mean he’s serious?’ 

I didn’t think Art would forget to feed Nyanpoleon. 

He’s usually the kind of person that reminds you.

“Nya.”

“I’ll be right there Nyanpoleon.”

As I pulled my shoes on, the cat trotted down the hallway.

Nyanpoleon’s tail swished left to right as he led me out of the barracks. 

A smile finds its way onto my face as I watched the cat proudly lead the way.

‘Nyanpoleon seems to be pretty eager for food today.’ 

But as we walked, a loud sound went off in the distance. 

The sharp noise startled Nyanpoleon.

He looked stiff. 

“Nyanpo-“ 

I didn’t even get a chance to finish his name.

The cat had started running away from the mess hall. 

“W-Where are you going?!” I chased after the cat that started dashing towards an area. “When did Nyanpoleon have this much energy?!” 

Is it because of food?! 

“Jeez, Nyanpoleon!” 

I didn’t even realize. 

Nyanpoleon was heading towards the area I’m banned from. 

The training grounds. 

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A familiar scent.

The smell of gunpowder permeates the air. 

Several men and women, dressed in military uniforms, were around me. 

All holding various firearms. 

Muskets, rifles, as well as a few pistols here and there. 

The training grounds felt suffocating compared to the times I practice shooting rounds. 

Possibly due to the amount of people involved in today’s monitoring. 

“Hmph. Look who's early.” 

I frowned, recognizing that voice right away. 

“Arthur Klein.” 

Instead of the casual white dress shirt and grey pants, Klein was now wearing a dark green army uniform similar to Kyodo Granbird. 

“At least you have common sense of being on time.” 

The rifle in his hands was the only firearm Klein has been using since the first day I started training. I remember him mumbling on and off about it being a firearm of England generations ahead of mine. 

‘Yet again, no one stops this man from running his mouth.’ I thought to myself as I prepared my gun. ‘However…’  

I won’t deny the fact that some of the antique firearms here have a chance. 

The chance to become a musketeer.

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‘Unfortunately master isn’t allowed in the areas where firearms are handled.’ If I recall correctly from our time at the rooftop, master stated that she was banned from three locations within the base. 

The training grounds, the blacksmith, and the building close to the entrance. 

The building close to the entrance is where operation planning and meetings take place. 

According to Mikado. 

But there were a few things I noticed among the three areas. 

‘Two were areas firearms frequent.’ 

The blacksmith held the firearms while the training grounds allowed the members of this base practice.

‘Then there’s the operations building.’ 

If I’m going by Mikado’s words from before, they probably banned master from listening in on their plans. 

Hn...I don’t think banning is the correct term.

In master’s view, it would seem like they were keeping her from specific areas. 

Overall, they simply want master to not get hurt or listen to something she shouldn’t.

‘Why do they need to go so far?’ I thought as Klein proceeded in preparing his rifle. ‘Master always looked like she wanted to know what they were doing.’  

‘But she never gets a chance to voice these thoughts.’

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As I lifted my gun, the image of master lowering her head while wearing a small smile appeared. 

“Master.”

Look up. 

“A chance will appear.” 

I muttered that myself as the whispers and bustling chatter among the base’s members increased. 

It seems…

Master’s uncle has arrived. 

Kyodo Granbird. 

“General Kyodo! General Kyo! General bird!” 

Multiple names were thrown at Kyodo Granbirdl as he greeted the members of this base. 

In fact, I hear a lot of people calling him General bird more than the rest. 

“As expected of General bird~!” One of the men spoke out loud, “Always being the early ones among the members of Resistance.” 

‘Resistance.’ 

This base belongs to Uncle Kyo and the members of the Resistance. 

Be grateful to General Granbird that you’re not tied up in some locked underground cellar of another Resistance base for questioning. 

‘Master and Mikado mentioned in the beginning.’ 

As well as a few other members. 

Resistance and master’s uncle being a well known person among the peers. 

‘Even though he had a mixed look of anger and fear on the first day we met.’  

A part of me found it odd seeing him smile.

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“Mr. Granbird.” Klein made his way over to Kyodo, greeting him with a polite gaze. “It has been a while since the last time you monitored the training grounds.” 

‘Who are you and what have you done to Klein?’

I can feel my eye twitch as I watched Klein converse with Kyodo Granbird. 

“It’s good to see you’re involving yourself in our operations, Arthur.” Kyodo began, “But you don’t have to force yourself.” 

“No, Mr. Granbird. I feel I’ll end up being left behind at this rate.” 

...I shouldn’t be listening to this. 

“Yo!” Before I could shift my gaze over to the target, someone slams into me. 

“Gh?! You-!”

I glared at the man feigning ignorance as he took a quick step back. Dodging my jab to shove him.

“What are you doing here, Oz?” 

Oz placed a hand against his cheek and spoke in a rather childish tone, “Aren’t friends supposed to cheer others on?”

“Since when were we friends?” 

“Days ago.” 

I can already feel a headache coming along. 

“I haven’t the faintest of what you’re talking about.” 

“Aw, c’mon Bess! Can’t you see I’m rooting for ya?!”

“Quit it, you’re making it harder to concentrate.” 

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No seriously. 

Stop it. 

You’re practically breathing down my neck at this rate. 

“Oz.” 

“Ack!” 

Suddenly the weight on my shoulders were relieved and the next thing I knew...Oz was raising his hands. Defending himself from a certain medic we both knew fairly well. 

“Mikado.” 

She sent a nod to me, while tugging Oz by the sleeve. Dragging him a good distance away from the training area. 

I let out a sigh as the first few shots echoed from my right. 

‘They’re starting.’ I thought to myself while checking my gun. Making sure everything was in order. By the time I finished, Klein began loading his rifle. 

“No hard feelings, Brown Bess.” 

I took a deep breath. 

Then exhaled. 

‘So you finally said my name.’ 

Once I raised my musket, I expected to hear Klein’s rifle go off. 

But. 

“NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” 

The sound of a loud meow was heard instead. 

And…

“Nyanpoleon?!” 

The next thing I knew. 

Klein fell to the ground back first.

His hair disarray and glasses askew. 

The rifle, that was in his hands, rolled out of Klein’s grip completely abandoned as a large grey cat slumped it’s whole body on top of his stomach. 

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“W...What in the world?” Klein tried to get up, but the cat refused to get up from his stomach. 

A low meow escaped from the grey cat Klein referred to as Nyanpoleon. 

“ Nya .” I can’t tell from where I’m standing, but that cat wasn’t meowing to make an impression. 

The cat placed a paw against Klein’s uniform tie, “ Nya .” 

“Nyanpoleon, what are you-” Then Klein’s eyes blinked, as if he remembered something clearly important. 

Klein winced as he placed a hand on his head. “Shoot. I forgot to feed you this morning.” 

“ Nya .” 

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“You forgot to feed your pet.” 

The said pet literally ran into training grounds without a care of getting accidentally hit to just knock you down. 

‘You must have really made this cat angry enough for the said animal to run over here.’ 

“I heard that Brown Bess.” 

“It was meant to be heard.” 

“Curse you.” 

“I suggest you move now or you’ll get covered in dirt.” 

“Are you suggesting I move my precious Nyanpoleon on soiled grounds?!” 

“You’re laying down on said soiled grounds and your cat sure ran across the very same grounds.” 

“Tch.” 

I heard that. 

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I lowered my gun to the ground, then outstretched my right hand to the bespectacled man. 

“Here.”

“Better standing than laying down the whole day.” 

Klein narrowed his eyes at my hand. 

Skeptical. 

“Did you even wash them?”

“Do you think I have time to wash my hands when we’re here?” 

“Tch, how unsanitary.” Klein begrudgingly grasped my hands, while using his right arm to clutch Nyanpoleon the cat. 

Once Klein was up and about. 

“N...Nyanpoleon, whe...where did you go?” 

The sound of a familiar voice entering the training grounds was heard.

However, the voice sounded very exhausted. 

By the time Klein and I turned to the source, there stood a young girl trying to take a few breaths.

As if she ran all the way over here. 

“Master/Lucia?!” 

Klein and I shouted in surprise of her sudden appearance at the training grounds.

Upon hearing our voices, master glanced up at the both of us. 

“Bess? Art?” Confusion was written all over her face. “Why are you two he-” 

But before master could even finish her words, she stiffened in place. 

I wasn’t sure if it was out of realization of where she was or not. 

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But in the end it became clear as soon as all the members of this base started rushing over to master all at once. 

“Stand down!” Klein erupted from my left. You could practically imagine steam popping out of his ears as his face reddened in anger. “Are you fools trying to scare her?!” 

“Shut it Klein! You have no right to argue when your stupid cat practically dragged her over here!” 

“You fools watching from the side could have stopped her from entering the grounds in the first place!” 

I quickly maneuvered away from Klein, the ones arguing with Klein, and made my way to master.

She was already gripping her right hand. 

As if she shoved her hand into an open fire. 

Almost like…

She had burned her hand. 

“O-ouch!”

From underneath master’s covered right hand, a bright glow gleamed. 

It was so sudden.

It managed to stop Klein and the others from arguing.

Why? 

Because the light that glowed on master’s hand seemed to resonate with the lone rifle beside Klein’s shoes.

The next thing I knew. 

The figure of a young man with hair the color of grass appeared once the light slowly dimmed away.

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I couldn’t see anything.

The light that glowed from the scar made it hard to see what was in front of me.

It felt familiar. 

Familiar indeed.

The shooting pain that ran down my right arm. 

It was the same pain I felt at the museum just before Bess appeared. 

I bit my bottom lip, trying to ignore it while focusing on what’s in front of me.

“Lucia!” I could hear mixed voices, coming from both the left and right, saying my name. 

They sounded alarmed, scared, and other confused noises. 

Why? 

This feeling.

This warmth.

Despite the pain going through my hand. 

The blinding light felt different compared to Bess’.

But. 

The blue butterfly appeared again.

Fluttering it’s beautiful blue wings. 

As if guiding me through the light.

Once it landed, my hand reached out. 

Landing on a white gloved hand.

‘A glove?’

Bess wasn’t wearing gloves today.

‘Whose?’

I glanced up, squinting to see who it was.

“I am formally pleased to meet you, Master.”

It was the sound of a young man, who seemed much taller than Bess. 

‘He’s probably close to Uncle Kyo and Mister Impey’s height.’

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There was a soft look in his green eyes as the young man lowered himself to meet my gaze.

The young man then placed a hand over his chest and introduced himself in a polite tone.

“I am a firearm created by the British Empire, known as the Factory of the World.” 

“The excellent and well known masterpiece, the Enfield gun.”

“But you may call me, Enfield, Master.”  

‘Enfield.’

I repeated his name, feeling a little overwhelmed by his words.

I know Miss Emi mentioned that antique firearms were known as pieces of fine art or historical pieces.

But to hear one of them proudly call themself a masterpiece…

‘I don’t think Bess ever called himself such.’ His attitude would allow him to speak about the duties of a musketeer together with the role of a knight. ‘But as a masterpiece from England?’ 

I guess there’s a difference between him and Bess. 

In the midst of my thoughts and constant staring at Enfield’s appearance, a small smile formed on his face. 

Soon Enfield lifted my left hand. 

“I promise to protect you.” 

Once his lips brushed against my fingers, I was suddenly whisked away from Enfield. 

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“Wha-?!” Surprised by the whoosh feeling, I found myself being clutched close to Miss Emi in a protective manner. 

Art was on my left, wiping the hand Enfield kissed. 

Oz was examining my right hand for...I suppose an injury. 

Then Brown Bess was standing directly in front of me. 

I couldn’t see what expression he was making, but the first thing Enfield did after getting up was look down at Bess. 

There was a glare on his face. 

A chill ran down my back upon seeing it. 

It made me feel uncomfortable to the point of lowering my gaze to the ground. 

“Who do you think you are?” Enfield’s once calm voice suddenly became low, leading me to clutch Miss Emi’s sleeve. “How dare you rudely treat my master like that.” 

“Before you start antagonizing us.” Bess began, his voice sounded similar to Uncle Kyo. 

A tone that had qualities to command someone. 

“Let me introduce myself to you.” 

Bess lifted his head a bit, almost like he was staring straight at Enfield’s eyes despite being shorter than him. 

“I am Master Lucia Beckford’s first musketeer. The name gun that gave rise to the British Empire, Brown Bess.” 

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The moment Enfield learned of Bess’ introduction, there was a twinkle shining in his eyes. 

It felt like he met someone super famous. 

Well…

“Y-You’re…” A loud gulp resounded from Enfield as he quickly grasped Bess’ bare hands and shook it firmly. “SENIOR BROWN BESS?!”  

All of the anger on Enfield’s face poofed after learning about Bess. 

“S...Senior.”  

Bess looked stiff from where I was watching. 

In fact, Oz and Miss Emi were snickering the moment Enfield called Bess a senior. 

“Pfft. Did he really call Bess old, Emi?”

“Snrk, indeed he did.” 

After Enfield started going on and on about Brown Bess’ great deeds in the expansion of the British Empire, Uncle Kyo told the others to disperse before heading to Bess and Miss Emi. 

It seems Uncle Kyo is going to talk about how Enfield appeared. Other than that, Art got scolded by Uncle Kyo after hearing about the implied bet he made with Brown Bess.

Then it was my turn to get scolded by Uncle Kyo for entering an area I wasn’t allowed to go in. 

“Lucia, if the others didn’t notice you in the training grounds, you could have gotten hurt.” 

“But.” 

“Please Lucia.”  

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I didn’t even get a chance to put a word in as he warned me over and over again. 

‘...I wish I had more courage.’ I thought to myself. ‘I had the chance to speak up right then and there, but.’

I stayed silent in the end. 

Unable to say a word of what I want to ask Uncle Kyo. 

‘Sorry Bess.’

I think I need more time until I can talk to Uncle Kyo. 

“Is something troubling you, Master?” 

I glanced to my left. 

“Enfield.” 

Instead of wearing the uniform that stood out among the people of this base, Enfield was now wearing a white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and brown pants similar to Bess. 

“Troubling?”

Would talking to Uncle Kyo be considered troubling?

I mean, it’s not like I have a hard time talking about other things.

It’s just…

‘Hard to ask what’s happening in and outside of this base.’ 

The fact that everyone, including Uncle Kyo, changes the subject on purpose makes me feel left out. 

Despite staying in the base for a year. 

“Kind of.” I answered Enfield honestly, “But it’s hard.” 

A very hard troubling matter. 

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But I couldn’t say it. 

Especially in front of Enfield. 

Not because he’s a new musketeer. 

It’s more-

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Like there's this wall between us. 

Unlike how I was able to talk to Bess, Enfield made it harder to speak. 

Or rather…

‘He sounded so scary when he got mad at Bess.’ 

Even though Enfield said it for my sake, I didn’t feel comfortable after hearing it. 

“Ah...is that so?” 

The moment Enfield muttered those words, the sitting room continued to stay quiet. 

My fingers rolled up against my skirt as an awkward silence continued between us. 

It was so silent, that you can probably hear me gulping my orange juice. 

‘Maybe the chirping cricket in the corner was much louder than us.’ 

I can’t tell. 

As Enfield picked his metal cup up for a sip, loud footsteps closed in on us then-

A hand slammed down on the wooden table from out of nowhere, making me hop from my seat. 

Enfield didn’t even get a chance to drink from his cup.

I glanced up to see who it was. 

“M-Miss Chris?” 

It was one of Miss Emi’s fellow medics that worked in the medical wing.

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‘She’s normally at the medical wing at this time, so why?’

I stared at Miss Chris with a confused look. 

However, the next thing that happened was a surprise I’d never expect. 

Especially from the strict Miss Chris of the medical wing. 

“You’re the musketeer Brown Bess and Em talked about, right?” 

“Uh...I don’t know who this ‘Em’ exactly is, but yes I am that musketeer.” Enfield scratched the back of his neck, he seemed a little awkward towards Miss Chris’ sudden arrival. “And who are you?” 

“Christine Olsen.” She backed away to straighten herself up. Like Miss Emi she had long hair, except Miss Chris often kept it tied into a high ponytail. “You can call me Chris.” 

“T-Then Miss Chris.” 

“Yes?”

“What exactly are you here for?”

The instant Enfield asked that question a glint appeared in Miss Chris’ eyes. 

“I’m here to ask if it’s alright to perform a check up on you.”

“A check up?” 

Miss Chris placed her right hand to the side of her glasses to adjust, “Yes.” 

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“We have to monitor you and Brown Bess healthwise, since the both of you are currently in a human manifestation unlike your firearm forms.” 

“I see.” Enfield placed a hand on his chin and asked, “Did Senior Brown Bess agree to this?”

“Yes.” 

As Miss Chris and Enfield discussed a health check up in the medical wing, I began to think about what happened earlier. 

The fact that Enfield was summoned in front of multiple Resistance members caused a lot of disbelief, confusion, and surprise.

However, if it weren’t for Enfield…

‘I’m sure Bess would’ve worked hard no matter what happened during the competition in order to earn everyone’s trust.’ 

It upsets me that I couldn’t do anything about how everyone treated Bess aside from a few people. 

I can feel my hands roll up into fists on top of my skirt. 

‘Being a kid...is unfair.’ 

It feels like I have no power in my own words despite knowing most of the people that reside in this base. 

I don’t even have enough courage to ask Uncle Kyo about the Resistance as a whole. 

It makes me wish I could grow up fast. 

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“Master?” 

“Hm?” I glanced up, finding Enfield had finished his conversation with Miss Chris.

It seems the medic had already left in a rush. 

Enfield opened his mouth, as if ready to say something.

But then-

“No, it’s nothing. Nothing at all master.” 

He gave a small smile, while taking a sip from his cup. 

‘He says it’s nothing.’ 

But Enfield looked like he was going to say something.

I returned my gaze over to the cup of orange juice in my hands. 

A frown was shown on the reflection.

‘Ah no wonder.’ 

I thought to myself.

‘I look sad.’ 

Then lifted my cup for a drink. 

Pretending I didn’t see it. 

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“Are you sure we should leave Lucia behind with Enfield?” Mikado immediately questioned my decision as we made our way towards the operations building. “I trust Oz more than him and that’s really saying something.” 

Trusting Oz more than Enfield sounds like a far off dream especially with how idiotic Oz acts most of the time.

‘Mikado, I don’t think you should put your hopes on Oz when you already know how much he annoys the both of us.’ 

“At least Oz is there keeping an eye on them in the barracks.” I reminded her, “With the pledge Enfield made at the training grounds, I doubt he’ll harm master during the time we’re away.” 

“If I see her crying, you know what’s going to happen, right?” 

I frowned at her.

‘If only she didn’t say those words with a dark smile, Mikado would’ve been described as something else.’  

Too bad my impression of her soured the moment Mikado went defensive most of the time. 

“In any case, is that musketeer really a firearm generations after you?” 

All I could do is shrug in response. 

“As far as I know, the uniform and mannerism he displayed is similar to an English Gentleman.”

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“But once I was put on display at the museum, I lost track of firearms that were used after me.” 

“Hmm, he did seem to have a lot of-” Mikado paused for a second and eyed above my head. Then returned her gaze back to my face, which was scowling the moment I saw Mikado snicker. “Gaps if you know what I mean.”

“Shut up.” 

“I’m shocked Mr. Knight.” Mikado continued to joke around, “Who would’ve thought your junior several generations later would be much taller than you.” 

I can already feel my eye twitch at her.

Leading me to speed walk faster to the operations building. 

“H-Hey, I’m just kidding-pft hahaha.”

What kind of person laughs after saying they’re kidding?!

Oh right.

Mikado and Oz. 

“Typical.” I muttered to myself, “You and that idiot.”

“Hey did you just call me an id-” 

Mikado didn’t even get a chance to finish her words. 

“I see you two are getting along quite well compared to before.” 

The person standing behind a large table in a space filled with rusted contraptions, stacks of dusty books, and a board pinned with a map decorated in circles or arrows galore. 

“General Granbird/Granbird.”

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Kyodo Granbird stood tall while wearing a straightforward gaze together with a neutral smile adorned on his face. 

It almost seemed unreal...in my perspective. 

It's hard to forget an expression upon the first meeting, especially when it involves someone you care about. 

“Emi Mikado, as stated in your report from two weeks ago, a musket going by the name of Brown Bess suddenly became human through an unbelievable phenomenon involving Lucia Beckford, one of civilians situated at the main England Resistance base.”

He began listing off a summary of the events that occurred on the day I first met master. 

Even though they say Kyodo Granbird isn’t a general, he has the impression of one down to a T. 

“This phenomenon is caused by the unusual scar on Lucia Beckford’s right hand, which seems to be one of the major influences to today’s incident. Correct?”

“Yes.” 

Soon Kyodo Granbird turned his gaze over to me after getting Mikado’s confirmation, “Now Brown Bess.” 

“In regards to today’s incident, one of the firearms we received turned out to be someone matching the same process you underwent on the day Emi Mikado and Lucia Beckford found you.”    

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“You mean, Enfield.”

I don’t know much about him due to our difference in generations, but it doesn’t change the fact that Enfield admitted to being a firearm from the British Empire. 

“Yes. In fact, Mikado went as far as detailing your arrival at the museum.” He placed a hand against his chin, “If I go word for word on Mikado's report.” 

Kyodo Granbird’s gaze hardened.

“Lucia Beckford is needed in order for others like you and Enfield to appear.”

He didn’t even ask for a clarification. 

Moreso...it seemed like he hoped for some sort of denial from me. 

But in truth, I couldn’t deny it. 

Because that was what happened. 

And you can’t ignore the phenomenon that led to Enfield’s upbringing at the training grounds. 

Once Kyodo Granbird saw my lack of denial, the hardened gaze soon eased into a troubled expression. 

I can’t blame him. 

A child needed in order to grant historical firearms a human body...sounds insane. 

But Enfield and I exist. 

Which soon led Kyodo Granbird to ask me this, “...what exactly.”

“Is a musketeer?”

I took a deep breath and said the same words I told Master. 

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It might be just me.

But I feel like...Enfield is watching every little thing that I do. 

I mean, I understand that he’s staying here in Bess’ place to watch. 

‘He’s making it harder for me to read.’ 

Slowly, I lowered my book to see the green-haired young man sitting across from me. 

Except...the first thing I ended up meeting was his gaze. 

“Ah...er.” 

He flinched in response and raised a hand to scratch his cheek. 

Enfield sounded nervous, as if he was being careful of what to say next. 

I stared at him, curious of what Enfield planned to say. 

Enfield glanced down at his metal cup first, lightly tapping his fingers against it. 

‘He seems impatient about something.’ 

Oh.

Maybe its-

“Enfield?”

“Y-Yes, Master?” He sputtered. 

“Do you want me to ask Mister Oz for help?”

Enfield blinked his eyes, confused with my words. 

“Uh...help with what, Master?”

“I thought you needed help going to the bathroom?” 

There was a long silence between the both of us, however the silence broke the moment someone began snorting in the distance. 

‘What’s Mister Oz laughing about?’ 

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“Snrk! S-She asked if he needed to go to the toilet!”

Mister Oz was shaking while holding his stomach.

He seemed ready to laugh when Art suddenly appeared and dropped a book against his head. 

“GUAH!?”

A loud thud resounded near the entrance of the sitting room.

You could see Mister Oz sprawled on the floor as Art walked around him and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

Art looked very annoyed. 

“Just one thing after another.” 

He grabbed the book by the binding and patted away dirt from the side that landed on Mister Oz. 

“Honestly, if you’re just going to sit there and do nothing but laugh like a circus clown then head somewhere else.” Art pushed his glasses up, probably showing his anger at Mister Oz, “You’re disturbing the others reading in peace.” 

“It’s only Lucia reading?!” 

“Yes, now get out and stop disturbing her.” 

“Agh you-!” 

As I watched the duo argue from a distance, Enfield adds, “Everyone at this base gets along.” 

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‘Art...getting along with others?’  

I don’t know why Enfield makes it seem that way. 

Especially when Art gets into a lot of arguments. 

But after glancing back to Enfield’s gaze. 

It seems like he knows something about Art that I couldn’t see. 

I wanted to ask Enfield.

Was there something about Arthur Klein that I and the others didn’t know? 

...Unfortunately Art was still nearby, making it difficult to ask Enfield about what he meant. 

Until then-

“Yes.” I replied while closing the book I was reading. “They’re like one big family.” 

Although most of the people here would huff at the idea of being siblings, I like to think everyone gets along despite their differences. 

‘Now that I think about it, almost everyone at this base comes from various countries.’ 

‘Miss Emi is from America, Art is from France, and Miss Roxie is from Italy-’

As I listed out the various names and places they come from, it slowly made me realize how big the base was. 

Big to hold many people. 

Even though most of them were far away.

“To master, everyone here is family, correct?” 

I nodded back to Enfield. 

“I see.” 

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“Maybe one day, my younger brother will appear here.” 

‘Younger brother?’ 

“Oh uh, I say younger brother but it’s more appropriate to call him an upgraded version of me.” 

Ohh. 

Is that how it works for firearms? 

“Then would Bess be like a big brother to you?” 

“W-What?! Nonononono!” Enfield shook his head while denying the very idea of Bess being like a big brother to him. “Senior Brown Bess is...how do I put it?” 

“A great being that did several deeds in the expansion of the British Empire! For example, he was-“

Suddenly I found myself in a conversation with Enfield about Bess’ achievements. If I had to describe Enfield’s detailed explanation, it was like watching Oz talk about how beautiful Miss Lucy was.

Adding compliments here and there with a few bits of why they adore or admire said person. 

‘If Bess was here, would he deny or let Enfield continue?’

I feel that Bess would deny it and tell me to not bother learning about him.

‘ Mm, but I guess this entire explanation shows why Enfield doesn’t refer to Bess as big brother.’ 

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Enfield stated that it's because their generations, firearm type, and makings are different.

It’s more fitting to call Bess a Senior that has more experience than him. 

‘Though it seems like Bess isn’t used to being called Senior.’

In fact, it doesn’t seem like Enfield will stop calling him such.

‘Oh right, before I forget.’  

“Then, what’s the name of your younger brother Enfield?”

Bess refused to budge whenever I asked him about the people he faced and worked with in America.

Mumbling that he will only talk if one of them truly becomes a musketeer. 

“Snider.” 

‘Snider.’

I repeated the name to myself.

‘ His name is completely different from Enfield’s.’

“Though if Snider were to become a musketeer, please don’t take any of his words to heart, Master.” 

At that time, I didn’t think much of Enfield’s words. 

After all, I only learned about Snider. 

It wasn’t until I actually met him later on, that I’d truly regret hoping Snider would be a nice musketeer. 

“Okay.” 

But thanks to this, I was able to talk to Enfield without a sense of fear.

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“I...see.”

Kyodo Granbird listened to every single word I said.

However, the expression on his face showed that he had a hard time understanding the situation.

“In other words, musketeers like you and Enfield are called forth by the use of a rose scar. This aforementioned scar is said to be the catalyst needed for a master in order to give firearms with potential nobility a human form.” 

“Yes.” I nodded, confirming Kyodo’s words. 

The leader of this base placed a hand against his temple, “Firearms becoming humans...What will the others say?” 

“That we’re crazy.” Mikado crossed her arms while directing a frown at Kyodo, “Almost all of the main members of this base thought I was nuts after hearing my report.” 

“Trying to explain this in words isn’t enough to get them to understand, sir.” She started off, “And to be honest, if I wasn’t there with Lucia...then.” 

….What in the world is that look for?

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Mikado seemed ready to let out an annoyed sigh, but held back to continue her words to Kyodo. “I doubt anyone would believe Brown Bess from the start, which possibly could have led to a great loss for the Resistance. Without him, we wouldn’t have known about the scar.”

Did.

Did Mikado just stand up for me?

Her?

“Are you sick, Mikado?”

“ What did you just say? ” 

Ah. 

It was so hard to believe Mikado would stand up for me...I ended up voicing my thoughts so carelessly. 

“Nothing.”

“That wasn’t nothing, Mr. Knight.” 

Mikado your glare. 

You need to do something about your glare! 

“Now, come closer so that I can hear you loud and clear.”

Mikado gestured for me to move, but it was obvious that she had a fist prepared to punch me. 

I can already tell it’s going to hit me square in the stomach the moment I move towards her.

“Hell no.” 

My words became the fuel to our heated argument, but as our bickering persisted the leader of the Resistance, Kyodo Granbird’s conflicted expression, softened at the sight of our bickering. 

And I could tell by a glance.

He already accepted Mikado’s reasoning.

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“Have you two settled?” We shut our mouths once Kyodo spoke up. “I believe I’ve come to an understanding after hearing your reports.” 

“Brown Bess.” 

I straightened myself to eye the leader of the Resistance. 

At first, I thought he was going to make a command but. 

“I have a favor to ask of you.” 

“And that is?” 

“Will you lend your knowledge and strength to the Resistance?” 

His words surprised me for a moment. 

I didn’t think he would ask. 

‘This question shouldn’t be said to me.’

I thought to myself.

I may have the appearance of a human and can communicate when needed.

However-

‘I am a firearm through and through.’ 

This question shouldn’t be asked to me. 

“Granbird.” 

I replied to the leader of the Resistance, well aware that my ears are going to be chewed the instant Mikado hears this. 

“This agreement.”

But if there’s one thing I want more than the knowledge of what’s going on outside the walls of the Resistance base. 

“I cannot give you an answer to that.”

“Why?” 

“Because.” 

I can feel my palms clenched into fists as I stand my ground. 

“This should be said to my master, Lucia Beckford.” 

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‘I wonder what’s taking Bess and Miss Emi so long.’ I thought to myself while closing my journal. ‘It’s already the afternoon.’ 

“Is something the matter, master?” 

“Oh uh.” I quickly slid my journal into the desk drawer, then gave a small smile to Enfield, “I just noticed it’s almost sun down.” 

I forgot Enfield has been with me this whole time. 

I guess I was so absorbed in writing about today's events that I didn’t notice him.

Then again, Enfield was really quiet so it’s pretty hard to realize too.  

‘But...I don’t want Enfield to see my writing.’ It’s bad enough that Delly sends me letters saying that he can barely read a single word of what I wrote. ‘Enfield might think it’s scribbles once he sees it.’

Oh and the reason why Mister Oz isn’t here is because he decided to head back to the black smith to check on the others. 

According to Mister Oz, he doesn’t see any reason to continue watching over Enfield since he hasn’t harmed me. 

Once Mister Oz left, Enfield helped me go over the lessons I recently learned from Miss Emi the rest of the day. 

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“That’s true.” Enfield nodded, “It would’ve been nice if Senior Brown Bess returned earlier, I could’ve prepared him some afternoon tea.” 

“Afternoon tea sounds nice.” I can already imagine Enfield serving Bess a cup of tea without missing a beat, “but it’s too bad I can’t try any of it.” 

Everyone says I need to be a little bit older before I can try some. 

According to Miss Emi, it’s not as bitter as coffee and has a more pleasant relaxing taste.

It made me want to try some...but. 

‘If anyone caught me trying to drink it, the cup would be snatched right out of my hands.’ 

So I haven’t made any attempts to try tea. 

And I doubt Bess would let me despite having a taste for it. 

In fact, Bess seems to have pure hatred for coffee to the point of refusing to drink it as a substitute whenever we’re out of tea leaves.  

Just the other day Bess made the loudest grunt I’ve ever heard when Mr. Oz tried to offer him. 

To think that person who always goes ‘It’s my duty as a knight!’ would reject coffee of all things. 

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I wonder if it has something to do with Bess’ past? But what does coffee have anything to do with Bess?

Hnnn. 

I want to know.

I want to know so bad. 

But…

Bess will tell me to focus on what I’m doing instead of asking him questions about his past. 

And it feels like I’ll be touching on something that Bess doesn’t want to be reminded of. 

There were many battles Bess went through as a firearm. Many places, people, and wars. Winning. Losing. 

‘But do I have the right to ask?’ I think back to Bess calling me a master. ‘Using the master title feels like I’m forcing Bess to tell me.’ 

‘That’d be asking too much.’

As I put these thoughts away.

“Enfield.” 

“Yes, Master?” 

I gazed at the musketeer with a hopeful look and asked, “When I’m old enough, can I try some of your tea one day?” 

Everyone has a different way of preparing tea, that’s why I want to try the tea Enfield makes when I’m ready to have some. 

Upon hearing me say that, a look of surprise made its way onto Enfield’s face but it slowly changed into a smile. “Of course.”

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Since it was already getting late, Enfield decided to join me for dinner.

There were multiple mixed looks and glances directed at Enfield as we walked by.

But it seems like he didn't pay much attention to them.

In fact, most of his attention was on me.

Making sure I didn’t trip over something or going ahead to open the door for me.

Even though I repeatedly said I won’t get hurt. 

Enfield probably is the type of person to make sure everything is in order.

That way nothing bad will end up happening.

‘I feel like I’m being cushioned by pillows.’ 

“It’s like Lu got two knights watching over her~” Miss Lucy hummed with sparkles shining in her eyes.

You can tell Mr. Oz seemed a little upset at the fact that he was forced to listen to a fairy tale story told by his own lover. 

If he didn’t have the spoon in his mouth, I’m sure Mr. Oz would have been grumbling about Miss Lucy’s fantasies. 

“Here, Master.” 

“...Enfield.” 

“Yes?” 

When Enfield makes such a smile…it makes me feel guilty for my next words. 

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“You don’t need to offer me a seat when we use benches.” 

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“Little Lu!” I glanced up from my meal to find Mr. Oz, who seemed to be waving an envelope in his right hand. “It arrived!” 

“...Mr. Oz.” 

“Yes?” 

“It’s rude to leave a lady, especially the one you care for, behind.”

He flinched the moment I frowned at him. 

‘Mr. Oz definitely did this to escape Miss Lucy’s never-ending story.’ 

“Ah c’mon Little Lu, Lucy is just kicking up a storm and I don’t wanna miss the opportunity to hand this to you.” Mr. Oz placed the envelope beside my cup. “Besides.” 

You can see Mr. Oz made a big grin as he stated, “Your blonde admirer isn’t stopping.” 

“Mr. Oz, Vin isn’t like that.” 

“Vin?” Now it was Enfield’s turn to enter the conversation, wondering who this Vin was. 

“Get this Enfield.” Believe it or not Mr. Oz magically appeared right beside Enfield, before I could even get a chance to stop him. “There’s this kid that the little miss writes to from the nearby town.” 

“And it seems he’s quite smitten with her.” 

“It’s not like that, Mr. Oz.” 

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I swear. 

Mr. Oz keeps making this kind of conversation to get me to spill the tea on Vin.

Vincent Dumas.

He’s the adoptive son of a cafe owner in one of the nearby towns. 

I met him by chance. 

His father was bringing food to the base when Vin appeared before me. 

Asking what kind of book I was reading. 

“Enfield, don’t listen to him.” 

“Of course, Master.” 

“Gah, Little Lu I was only kidding~” 

“An adult shouldn’t be making fun of a friendship between two kids.” I huffed to him while tucking the letter into my pocket. If I read it now, Mr. Oz will end up teasing me again. “I also think Miss Lucy is calling for you, Mr. Oz.” 

“Ozzy! Ozzzzzzy!” 

“Oh shoot.” The next thing I knew, Mr. Oz speed walked over to his girlfriend. “My darling you’re heading too far!” 

“Ahahahaha…Oswald really acts differently around his lover.” 

“Yeah.” Even though it’s Mr. Oz and Miss Lucy, it feels embarrassing to show them in front of Enfield. 

Bess already got used to it. 

Speaking of Bess…

“Miss Emi and Bess seem to be late.” 

Did the meeting with Uncle Kyo take much longer than usual?

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I want to reach out to someone.

Hold my hand out and tug on their sleeve. 

Ask.

Where is Miss Emi and Bess? 

Where’s m**a and p**a? 

But the more I want.

The more I…

I…

Where? 

Where are-

They?

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I soon find myself holding back.

My chances to ask are gone. 

Even though.

There’s plenty of people to ask this question and yet... 

I can’t find the voice to say it. 

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“…Master.” 

I need to focus.

If I keep this up, I’m going to trouble everyone around me. 

“Yes, Enfield?” 

At first, I thought Enfield was going to mention heading back to the barracks so I prepared to get up and follow him.

Only…

He said this. 

“Let’s find Senior Brown Bess together.” 

“Ye-“ I paused and looked up at the musketeer smiling at me. Confusion madeway onto my face. “Wait…what?” 

“Let’s find Senior Brown Bess together, Master.” 

“Uh.” I didn’t think Enfield would say that. “Are you sure, Enfield?” 

I thought he didn’t want to get in Bess’ way. Enfield seemed like a person that would respectfully take a step back when needed. 

“Bess might be still in the middle of something or-“

Enfield interjected my words, “In that case, I will patiently wait for him nearby.” 

“Nearby?” 

“As long as you remind the other person, they’re aware that you’re waiting for them.” 

Oh!

“Then if we tell Miss Emi and Bess-“

It won’t seem like we’re bothering them! 

“Indeed, Master.” 

Without much thought, I held out my right hand. 

“Enfield.” 

He paused to stare at me in surprise as I said these words. 

“Let’s go together.” 

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Once Enfield accepted my hand, we made our way through the area.

As I held Enfield’s hand, I wondered to myself. 

‘Did Enfield notice that I was troubled again?’ 

It feels strange being understood by someone other than my parents and Miss Emi. 

‘Oh that’s right.’ 

It’s not just them. 

Bess too. 

‘I have a strong feeling that Enfield is good at noticing things like Bess.’ 

Or maybe I didn’t make a good face to hide how I feel? 

Well…on the other hand.

‘I should really be honest with Enfield and Bess.’ 

I hardly ever tell lies, but. 

‘Throwing my words aside makes the loneliness grow.’ 

Loneliness.

‘Now that I think about it.’

I glance to look up at Enfield. 

‘Enfield said that Bess was his senior.’ 

‘And Bess mentioned that Enfield was a firearm used generations after him.’

They never met. 

But.

Maybe to Enfield.

Bess was a firearm Enfield felt connected to despite being generations away.

‘Wouldn’t that mean Bess is a grandpa to him?’

Wait but Enfield already said he could never consider Bess like a big brother. 

Hng.

Trying to understand this is a lot harder than I thought.

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“Enfield?” 

“Yes, Master?”

“When you say you’re proud of Bess and the things he as well as other firearms have done, what do you mean by that?” 

“Proud, huh?” Enfield stopped to stare ahead, it was the building Miss Emi and Bess were assumed to be in. His gaze seemed to be deep in thought about my question. But once Enfield found the answer, a smile arrived the moment he met my sight, “It means I’m grateful to them.” 

Enfield lifts his empty right hand, “Despite the difference in generations, it was thanks to him and the soldiers of the British Empire that allowed me to exist. Once I was created, I became a part of the force within various armies, not just the British Empire. Fighting in many wars years before you were born, Master. But if there is one thing I have to say-” 

Soon Enfield’s right hand closed into a fist and lands over his chest. The way Enfield stood almost resembled a vow. 

As if…

He made a silent promise beside me. 

“This gratefulness I have for Senior Brown Bess and the British Empire is my pride.”

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The first thing that came to mind was, ‘Ah…so this is my master.’ 

When I saw the little girl in front of me, all I could think of was how fragile she appeared to be.

Almost like the porcelain doll that one of my former masters kept beside me long ago. 

Cared.

Treasured.

Loved. 

And above all else.

Easy to shatter into pieces.

The piercing sounds of bullets my previous masters have shot. The shattering of various fragile items, gone within minutes. The shouting cries of people begging to live resounded within my mind. 

‘Yes.’

I thought to myself.

‘This is who I need to protect.’ 

A person as small and fragile as this will be broken easily with one careless mistake. 

But once I overstepped my boundaries, the girl’s trust in me shattered just by the sound of my misjudgment towards Senior Brown Bess. 

To the point of being cautious of what she was doing.

Master’s eyes radiated, reminding herself to always take one step back near me. 

‘Why did I let this happen?’ Becoming human and being able to speak my own thoughts must have erupted some kind of emotion. 

An emotion that Master didn’t deserve. 

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Fear.

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I tried to make it up to her in my own way. 

I surely felt relieved to know Senior Brown Bess allowed me to watch over Master despite the animosity the Resistance members aimed at me. 

However, the silence between Master and I felt somewhat uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the fact that I recently turned human? Or rather, I would never imagine that I, of all firearms, would become human.

‘It’s probably the last thing on my mind.’ 

After all, I’m just a firearm. 

A piece meant to be mounted on the wall. 

Stored behind glass. 

Or even locked in a box for several years or so. 

I’m basically an object that could not voice their words or opinions of where I go. 

‘This is troublesome.’ I thought while taking a few sips of tea. ‘I don’t know what to say to Master.’ 

I didn’t think speaking would be this difficult. 

Especially with a girl as quiet as a mouse. 

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Well…

She was quiet. 

“Enfield?” 

But hearing my name made me sputter in surprise, “Y-Yes, Master?”

“Do you want me to ask Mr. Oz for help?” 

“Uh…help with what, Master?” 

“I thought you needed help going to the bathroom?” 

A loud snort was heard in the distance. 

‘Oswald.’ 

You’re not helping this situation at all. 

It seems Master had this worried thought ever since Senior Brown Bess was summoned. But never got the chance to properly ask him. 

‘I feel that this is going to continue for a while.’

By the time Oswald let out a pained shout, a familiar person entered the vicinity. 

It was Arthur Klein. 

He wore a distinct frown on his face while scolding Oswald. It’s not often I get a chance to see him like that. 

Afterall…

‘Arthur always looked determined before me.’ 

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Even back then, he never stopped wearing that righteous determination.

To think he’d go as far as placing a bet against Senior Brown Bess of all people.

I chuckled at the memory of that. 

But as I began to think about my previous owner.

It made me wonder.

‘Why would someone of that caliber want to stand in the battlefield?’

The Arthur Klein, that acknowledged master, refused to look me in the eye.

And at the same time, I became aware of the words he said before. 

I’ll find a way. 

The face of that person. 

Seemed determined.

Bright.

Careful.

Especially to those he truly treasured. 

And yet.

His grip on my weapon.

Was shaking. 

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What does it mean to become a soldier? 

What does it mean to be righteous?

What…

‘Is your pride?’ 

I’ve always wanted to ask Arthur Klein-

No. 

Not just him. 

Probably all of the masters that have owned me. 

Exactly…what do they pride themselves on? 

As a human being, pride shapes their very being. 

Environment, emotions, and experience.

All the pieces they’ve gone through in life created their pride.

But now as a human, these moments my previous masters experienced from various wars and battles began to dwell as they ranged from homes being destroyed, shops pillaged, and undergoing survival of the fittest. 

As each one collects their way through my mind. 

I noticed how pride is an emotion constantly appearing before me. 

Attaching itself as a means to continue growing. 

The need. 

The hunger. 

The satisfaction of gaining whatever means necessary.

The fulfillment of achieving something impossible. 

Many of my masters were filled with the yearning to satisfy that emotion. 

And…

I'm certain that this emotion would one day form within me.

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The need to attain something. 

Especially after being awakened by my current Master. 

A desire to show the glory of Great Britain’s time and prove through my own strength. 

But…

“What’s wrong, Enfield?” 

“Ah.” 

I can’t help but feel something else as I continue to walk beside master.

If pride is a desire for oneself…then…why? 

Why do I have this feeling? 

It’s something…something fundamentally different.  

It's not an instinct.

It’s not a desire.

It appeared on its own as I watched Master hold out her hand before me.

A small hand.

Clear of cuts.

Unmarred by calluses.

Devoid of blood. 

As she quietly stated. 

“Let’s go together.”

…The minute I accepted that hand. 

The moment she asked.

“When you say you’re proud of Bess and the things he as well as other firearms have done, what do you mean by that?”

A sense of weight landed on my shoulders. 

I glanced down. 

And walked side by side with Master. 

Finally I noticed…the small hand that clutched my own. 

‘I see.’

I vaguely remember.

‘So this is what Arthur Klein was referring to.’ 

‘This isn’t pride.’ 

This is…

‘The strength to protect another.’ 

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Once in a while, I would see Enfield directing his gaze to Art.

It made me wonder if it’s due to Art being his original owner. 

But I didn’t voice any questions I had about it.

For some reason, I feel like whatever Enfield thought about Art had to do something between them.

It feels like I’m poking something I shouldn’t hear. 

In any case…

“You want me to talk to Uncle Kyo?” I stared at Bess and Miss Emi, slightly surprised. “Regarding...what's happening around the base?” 

“Rather than hearing from another person’s words, it would be best to hear from the source itself.” Bess admitted while glancing over to Miss Emi, “You did say that Granbird is one of the major leaders involved in this base’s movement.” 

“At least you didn’t forget.” Miss Emi sent a brief frown before shifting her gaze over to me, wearing a small smile on her face. “…I won’t stop you if this is something you wish to learn.”  

Something I wish to learn…

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Yes.

This is what I’ve wanted to learn the most.

This is what I’ve been waiting to hear from someone.

This is what I needed…

Yet. 

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I feel like I’m floating.

Floating between two ends.

To uncover my ears and learn what this base is doing or to continue waiting on a cushion and close my eyes at what I’m seeing.  

…if I choose to land on either side.

I won’t be able to go back. 

I can tell Miss Emi and Bess are waiting for me to say something. 

But.

“Can I…have more time to think?” 

I feel like I need to talk to someone on my own before I go to Uncle Kyo. 

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Telling Bess and Enfield to leave me alone for a while seemed rude…but they didn’t seem to mind it. 

I’m not sure if it’s because they’re respecting my wishes as their master or my need for alone time…

But I’m glad they’re not following me this time.

Because.

“Mama…Papa.” 

I wanted to talk to them. 

The two sitting before me.

Wearing warm smiles. 

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My parents in the wooden picture frame.

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I slowly walked up to my desk and stared at the photo. 

It was taken on the day I was born.

I heard from Uncle Kyo that papa made everyone take many pictures of us that day.

And when I mean everyone, he even made Mr. Helsing too. 

‘Oz calls him the scariest person he’s ever met.’ 

But.

‘The face he made when I last saw him.’ 

It looked like he was in pain when I asked about papa from him. 

‘Yet.’ 

Mr. Helsing took such a pretty photo of my parents that I feel a little bad receiving it. 

‘But I’m glad he took it anyway.’ 

Because now…

I want to talk to them. 

Even though they’re not here. 

“Mama…Papa…” 

I called out to the two in the photo. 

“I have something to tell you two. It’s a very long story, but I want you two hear it.” 

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I began retelling the events of how I suddenly ended up becoming a master of two musketeers. 

I even added that they were firearms from England. Though papa might be worried about how I managed to find firearms…I feel he would ask whether I’ve found any from France too. Then receive a scoff from mama saying that’s not important.

The thought of seeing them react like that made me laugh a little. 

But once I finished telling them about the two musketeers and what just happened a while ago, I could feel my smile fall as I asked my parents. 

“Um…”

“Papa…Mama…” 

“I know you two can’t hear me.” 

“But.” 

“I.” 

I.

I…

I’m scared. 

I’m scared of what I’m going to hear. 

I’m scared of what Uncle Kyo might say to me. 

The moment I ask about the Resistance. 

I feel like everything around me will fall apart. 

Similar to the wooden blocks tower Delly used to play with me. 

The minute you pull out a certain wooden block, the rest of the pieces fall. 

Scattering into a big mess. 

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Resistance. 

There were so many things I wanted to ask about them. 

But I felt each chance wasn’t the right time to say it. The way they avoided any talk about their work as members of the Resistance to the point of shooing me away from certain areas within the base.

It made me wish I could say something. 

Something that could be easily mentioned.

Simply say out of pure curiosity.

Yet.

‘I’m afraid.’ 

I’m truly afraid of what I will hear. 

What I will think.

But most of all.

I’m scared of seeing…

The sight of Uncle Kyo’s face. 

When I asked about my parents…I could tell.

He didn’t have a proper answer for me.

And Uncle Kyo hated lying. 

So.

Every time he didn’t answer.

Every time he changed the subject. 

It feels like that wait of one year…weighed heavily for the both of us.

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“Uncle…Kyo.” I can feel my stomach churn the moment I hear Lucia’s voice.

A pit of regret began to well up as I scooped the small child into my arms. 

The same child that used to run up happily to me was now shivering in fear. 

Whatever she saw, whatever she heard in those hours of waiting.

Trauma is all that remained in her tear-filled eyes.

Lucia’s hands tightly gripped my uniform jacket. 

The weight of those hands…

Felt like lead as I tried to piece words. 

‘If only we made it in time.’ 

‘If only Lupin had sent out that SOS flare immediately.’ 

‘If only-’

I could apologize in your father’s place.

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But…

My apologies can never amount to the loss you’ve experienced that day.

Whether it was planned or not.

We weren’t prepared for it.

No matter how many steps.

No matter how much we hid.

Somewhere and in some way.

The World Empire found your town. 

And-

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Everyone except you were gone in a flash. 

The smell of blood implied a struggle.

Gunpowder told us that weapons were used. 

Flowers crushed and strewn into pieces. 

The wells dried up, showing the emptiness of the town.

Stone crumbled into dust, slowly fading.

All the happy memories within that town…

Fading like dust flying into the wind.

Like a distant dream. 

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The mind takes time to heal.

Especially when it’s broken into pieces.

We can continue to pick up those pieces.

Or…

Drop them one at a time. 

But. 

Worry fills me.

The more I watch you grow. 

The feelings of dread continue to pile.

Awaiting that single question.

A lone question.

Simply about the Resistance base as a whole. 

‘Am I making the right choice?’  

I can’t help but wonder if I was. 

The shadows of your parents lingered around you and your everyday actions. 

I began to see the resemblance. 

Your mother’s appearance. 

A kind soul who respects others' choices. 

Yet that resolute look in your eyes as you talk to Brown Bess and Enfield…

‘Reminds me of your father.’  

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And now.

That same look stared back at me. 

Determined to make a difference.

Your hands were balled up into fists. 

The way you walked seems wobbly. 

As if your nervousness took form. 

And the way you kept muttering to cheer yourself on.

It made me internally smile at you. 

‘Maybe I’m the one who hasn’t moved on?’ 

“Uncle Kyo.” 

As I open my eyes to meet your gaze, I can tell clearly with the way you stand. 

“About the Resistance.” 

You’re finally ready. 

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Uncle Kyo let me take my time. 

It feels like he was waiting a long time to hear me ask this. 

“What exactly is the Resistance?” 

And-

“What do they do?” 

I know I’ve repeated this over and over again. 

But I really want to know this time. 

The longer I wait, the more I feel like I’m going to lose something important and pretend to think that everything is okay.

No.

Everything is not okay.

Everything I’ve seen so far with Bess and Enfield…

It shows how much everyone at the base tried to hide my eyes with a blindfold of safety. 

And it just kept wrapping. 

Preventing me from seeing what’s already in front of me. 

“Resistance…”

Uncle Kyo began with a voice I wasn’t familiar with.

It felt like he was tiptoeing into it.

Like he’s trying to be careful on purpose.

“Explaining it from the beginning will be too much, but…do you remember anything of what your father told you?”

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I shook my head and recalled, “Papa never told me much about the Resistance. The only thing he mentioned was that he was part of a group that was trying to make a difference.” 

Miss Emi also said it too. 

But what exactly does making a difference mean?

What are they trying to make a difference in?

Is there…something wrong occurring? 

“Lucia, when Mikado and the others take you outside of the base from time to time….have you ever noticed the men wearing masks that completely cover their face?” 

Masks completely covering their face?

“The ones Miss Emi called wearing gas masks?” 

Uncle Kyo nodded. 

“They’re soldiers of the World Empire.” 

World Empire. 

It’s the name of the current regime Art mentioned several times during the history lessons he’d often butt into. 

They’re the reason why we’re able to live in a world without weapons isn’t it? 

But…

“And what do they have to do with the Resistance?”

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“As per the name, Resistance, we’re a group that goes against the current regime’s ruling.” The look on his face seemed serious as Uncle Kyo continued his explanation, “This is something everyone, including your parents, were involved in.” 

“When the World Empire whisked away all of the artillery and armata among the nations to prevent return of warfare. It led to a brief moment of peace. However…” 

“Some of us can’t understand the Emperor’s reasoning in choosing to use those weapons to threaten the unarmed people.” 

The Emperor. 

“Are you saying…” I can feel my hands tremble as I tried to follow what Uncle Kyo was trying to tell me, “That the Emperor isn’t following through with what he intended?” 

“That the reason the Resistance has been trying to use antique guns is…to-”

Fight?

Against the World Empire?

It was very hard to understand. 

It was very hard to put everything together at once. 

It felt heavy. 

Very heavy. 

But there was one thing I did get out of this. 

How determined everyone felt in hiding this.

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“Then…” I can feel my hand tighten as I try to say my next words, “Is World Empire the reason why mama, papa, and everyone in the town…”

Uncle Kyo’s gaze looked sad the minute I said that. It reminded me of Mister Van’s expression when I asked about my parents.

It made me stop my words. 

Because it wasn’t just my parents. 

Everyone I knew in that town…

They…

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.

.

.

“Uncle Kyo.”  

I glance up to Uncle Kyo. 

“I’m glad.” 

“I’m glad you finally told me everything.” 

And I understand why all of you refused to tell me about this.

As well as how important it is in your viewpoint. 

“But…”

“I don’t know what I can do in all of this.” 

This isn’t something I should get involved with.

I have a feeling…stopping World Empire isn’t simple. 

It’s like there's a very long and bumpy road ahead.

Filled with the unknown. 

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I don't blame Lucia for saying that. 

A child getting involved in Resistance affairs? 

‘Lupin and the others will hunt me down if I ever involve Lucia in this.’ 

It’s the right choice to not involve her in any of this.

Yet…she didn’t stop.

“But even though I don’t know what I can do in this.” 

Lucia pressed on as her eyes began to brighten.

As if there was something sparking within her.

“I want to lend my help!”

Ah.

I know what this is. 

This is…

‘Hope.’

The same hope that shined in all of us the moment we entered the Resistance.

No.

Perhaps.

This is-

“I see.” I held my hand out to Lucia. “Then…let’s do it this way.” 

“As Master of the Musketeers , will you lend us your strength?” 

A hope that should have existed from the start of Resistance’s creation. 

Lucia nodded feverlently and reached out for my hand.

“Yes!” 

The grasp of a small hand.

A small hand that continues to reach out for hope.

No matter how far it is. 

It will continue to run towards the path that they trust the most. 

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“Is that alright, Bess? Enfield?” I looked between the two musketeers sitting across from me.

Apparently they were waiting together in the common room for a while, so it kind of flustered me for a bit.

I thought they would be training together.  

Since it was a little before dinner time, I decided to talk to them about my conversation with Uncle Kyo. Telling them about the Resistance and their purpose. 

But…

‘I feel a little nervous asking them to do this.’ 

I know Bess and Enfield mentioned several times that I am their master. And that they only move under my words. 

‘But this is making my stomach hurt due to the recent talk with Uncle Kyo.’ 

Uncle Kyo stated that the musketeers should assist in the upcoming mission. Not to see how well they can fare, but to help the Resistance.

“But Lucia, you have to stay here.” He reminded me. “There will be more dangerous places besides the training grounds.” 

“And the last thing all of us want is for you to get hurt.” 

Once I promised Uncle Kyo, I recalled the contents of the mission he’s giving to Bess and Enfield.

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He called it reconnaissance. 

It’s a mission that creates a map of the surrounding area of a specific place.

According to Uncle Kyo, there seems to be a hidden World Empire supply base they’ve discovered recently.

But they don’t have a general grasp of the area.

As of now, these two and other members within the Resistance are assigned this mission. 

It’s done with the intention to not pick a fight with the World Empire.

The last thing they need to know is the return of the Resistance from what Uncle is saying. 

“Is this alright?” I asked the two, still wondering if I’m really the right person to ask this of them.

Normally, it would be someone like Uncle Kyo saying this. 

But then- 

“Do you really need to ask?” 

“Huh?” I looked up to find Bess still wearing his usual serious face and Enfield smiling…though it seems a lot brighter now. 

“As long as the master has granted us permission, then we shall follow the order.” 

“As Senior Brown Bess says, we will follow your orders.” 

‘My orders…’

Oh right.

I can give them orders.

‘Then-!’

I gave them my orders . 

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“Senior.” I sent a brief glance over to Enfield, he was in the middle of packing his bullets. But the look on Enfield’s face showed that he was in deep thought. 

“When Master said those orders.” Enfield seemed troubled, “What does she mean by that?” 

Ah. 

That. 

Once you do this mission, I want you two and the other Resistance members to come back safe and sound! 

‘Come back safe and sound.’ 

It’s a foreign concept to us who were once objects that could easily be left to rust and ignored for god knows how long. 

But now that we have a human body. 

Now that we can fight. 

There was something nagging at the back of my head. 

‘Right.’ 

That is what’s bugging me. 

Master’s words. 

Come back safe and sound!

It’s normal for someone to worry about another. 

It’s common for loved ones to say that to those heading to war.

Yet. 

I remember the way Master appeared. 

She was clutching her skirt again.

The same way she reacted while talking about her town and parents. 

Once I finally realized what that meant. 

My gaze hardened. 

‘...You don’t want to keep waiting anymore.’ 

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“Senior, is there something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing.” For now. “In any case, make sure you have everything necessary for the mission, Enfield.” 

“Yes, Senior!” 

I better get something for us to eat along the way.

‘I’ll grab a few carrots and-’ 

“Ain’t it cute the way he calls you senior?” 

“....What the hell are you doing outside the door, Oz?”

“Now if only Bess would be more like Enfield.” Oz sprung up and stretched his arms out but soon made a quick finger gun while winking back at me, “Though that hot and cold nature of yours is top quality next to Em’s sass.” 

I can feel my eyes twitch in annoyance. “If you’re here to fool around, then be my guest. I have important matters at hand.” 

“Ah ah ah. Hold it right there bub!” I suddenly felt like Klein’s cat, stuck in place while being held by the shoulder. “Can’t have you waltzing around the base without knowing your other team members!” 

…I have a bad feeling about this. 

I can feel my stomach churn as I dared to ask.

“Is it you?”

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Oz blinked in surprise at first, then covered his mouth to say. “Oh my, I didn’t think you’d like me this much Bess!” 

Damn it he dragged me in on that one! 

‘Just my luck, I riled this fool up.’ I can see Oz’s smug face getting bigger the longer I stay in place.

Shaking Oz’s hand off, I replied with irritation in my voice, “What other members.” 

“Ah as expected of Bess’ cold nature, back to work.” Oz frowned in disappointment before getting back to the main topic at hand, “For this mission, you’ll be joining Em and Rein.” 

“Rein…you mean the guy that was peeling the potatoes the other day.” 

“Hey, hey watch what you say about him Bessy.” 

…who the heck is Bessy?!

Oz ignored my angry glare and continued, “Unlike some of us, he’s one of the remaining members that stayed at the base to cover for missions. The rest of them went to other countries to find antique guns or more people to join the Resistance.” 

‘Remaining?’ 

“What do you mean remaining?” 

“Oh right, no one in the base told you and Enfi yet huh?”

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With the way everyone treated me before Enfield arrived, there were zero chances of anyone saying a word about Resistance.

Whether it was due to an idea that I would say something to Master or out of spite that I was a crazy man spouting nonsense. 

“I did find it strange that a group calling themselves Resistance , had such little in numbers.” 

“Well I can’t blame you there.” Oz made a smile, but unlike his previous ones…this felt similar to the one Mikado made in regards to the mention of Resistance. Almost as if-

A sore wound was peeled open. 

“Many of us here are the younger generation of Resistance members. We’re practically what’s remaining of the Resistance. There’s more closer to Lu’s father’s age, General Granbird’s, and such but.”

“Most of us left in fear of World Empire, of old age, or-”

And I could tell by the pained look in his eyes.

The wound started to bleed. 

Slowly trickling as time went on. 

No matter how much the wound healed. 

The loss was clear. 

“They were eliminated by the current World Empire’s Emperor.” 

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“Eliminated…or more like purged to put it in Art’s words.” Oz added, “Em and General Granbird probably haven’t said this because many of the Resistance members we lost were close friends and family members.” 

“And.”

I interjected, “Master’s parents were included in there.” 

Oz went silent at first, but then his shoulders lowered.

A look of uncertainty showed on his face.

“To be honest, we don’t know if they’re still alive or not.”

“When we found Lu, there was evidence pointing to the possibility of her parents and some Resistance members being alive.” 

“The problem though…we haven’t been able to figure out the evidence. And none of Lu’s father’s friends have a clue on what he’s saying.” 

“Are you saying Master’s father is a bit eccentric?” 

“Eccentric'' is one way of describing him. But he’s the kind of person that values one thing among all the missions he’s done.” 

“And what is that one thing?” 

“Survival.” 

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‘Survival.’ After hearing Oz’s mention about the elusive father of my master…I can’t help but recall Master’s words that continue to echo in my mind. ‘Master has been waiting for a year since she last saw her parents.’ 

‘And there's no certainty on whether that evidence, Oz stated, shows whether they’re alive or not.’ 

But.

‘I don’t want to bring Master down.’ 

‘I want to keep that light in her eyes afloat.’ 

‘I want that child to continue to believe.’

‘I want her to hold onto hope.’ 

‘I want-‘ 

To grant that child a future. 

As these many wants began to pile, something warm began to rage within me.

Whether it was the stress of taking on a mission or my will as a musketeer.

I could feel that something was going to engulf me at some point. But the mission took more importance than that sensation. 

“Senior, everything is prepared and ready for our side.” 

“How about Mikado and Rein’s?” 

“Rein is already waiting for us, it’s just-”  I clicked my tongue in annoyance. ‘Is she really planning on making us wait when we have to go soon?!’

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I peeked into the room, the door was wide open and only one person was left in there.

The said person was praying before a bunch of pictures.

Very familiar pictures that were around the base’s common room. 

“Miss Emi.” 

She’s still praying.

Praying to people I don’t know of. 

But if I trace the words Uncle Kyo said…

Then the only conclusion I can come down to is this. 

‘They’re people I probably would have met.’ 

People that probably would’ve been walking around this base. 

In and out. 

Carrying wooden crates filled with things I can’t hold on my own. 

Running around with papers to get to Uncle Kyo and others. 

And maybe. 

One of them would drop by to say-

“Lucia.” 

I froze in place, surprised to hear Miss Emi’s voice. 

“I know you’re out there.” 

Ack, I didn’t expect her to find me that easily. 

I was hoping to walk away without her noticing. 

But Miss Emi somehow managed to notice I wasn’t hiding so well. 

I slowly stepped out from my hiding spot, feeling a little guilty of what I just did. 

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‘I should’ve knocked.’

I thought while preparing myself for Miss Emi’s next words, expecting a scolding. 

But instead, I soon found myself wrapped in a gentle hug. 

“Miss Emi?” 

“I’ll be back soon, Lucia.” 

There was something about her hug.

Something about it…despite its kind gesture.

It feels like something is about to leave.

Leave and never return.

I can feel my hands clench.

Like I was trying to keep Miss Emi. 

Keep her from leaving.

But…

“Don’t promise.” 

Because if you promise.

I will be back, my little light.  

You’ll never return.

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When I made my way to Mikado’s room, I was ready to call out the person purposely making us late. 

But…

“Don’t promise.”

I froze in my steps.

There clutching tightly onto Mikado’s uniform was none other than master.

“If you promise…” 

“I…I…”

Throughout the duration of my stay.

I’ve never seen that girl cry in front of me.

Whether she was putting up a facade to look strong or pretend that nothing bad has happened.

I thought.

That was normal for her.

To look or act mature at the face of an adult.

But I silently realized at the end.

A child is still a child.

No matter how much they try to hide their true feelings.

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Oz, despite his goofball tendencies, ended up being the one to peel master off of Mikado.

She looked like a squirrel hugging a tree as she clutched onto Oz.

Hiding her face. 

Possibly aware that others were watching. 

Oz reminded master about our mission in a light voice.

Calming her down like an older brother cheering up a younger sibling.  

Upon seeing that sight, I understood one thing. 

A gap between master and us, musketeers, continues to linger. 

It’s expected. 

Considering master's age and how she suddenly summoned us. 

However, as master’s musketeer…I must continue to uphold the sole thing that caused me to trigger my summon. 

And that is-

“Do you think leaving master like that is alright?” Enfield wondered out loud. I guess he saw Oz taking Master to the cafeteria to cheer her up. “She didn’t look well.” 

“...Enfield.” He blinked before meeting my eyes, “Leave master to them.” 

Besides, there are things that master needs time for herself. As of now, we have a mission to follow.

And an order.

Come back safe and sound!

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Leaving the Resistance base reminded me of my first time being used in war.

I was given to a man that was probably around the same age as Oz and Art, but they weren’t fighting against a person ruling over land like the World Emperor. 

At that time, they were fighting over the land that was newly discovered. 

The man had big dreams. 

Dreams that easily got shattered by his reckless naivety. 

Perhaps the words I claim as a knight developed from him?

I cannot recall clearly. 

The words he told.

He had someone waiting for him.

One that would put a smile on his face as if he found the greatest treasure in the world.

But whatever promise he made to that someone was never fulfilled.

I never saw him again or that person he treasured dearly. 

Only to be passed on to several soldiers among Great Britain as the years flew by like the wind. 

I glanced ahead, the blazing sun began to set just like the one I saw back at the base. 

‘Master saw this horizon often.’  

And so have others. 

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But as I stared at the horizon that dyed the blue sky into a different hue, something felt missing. 

I raised my right hand, staring at the empty white glove.

The feeling of a small sensation was gone.

As if something should be-

‘Right.’ 

I lowered it the minute Rein called out to us, saying now should be a good time to get some rest. 

‘That’s to be expected.’ 

This was only the beginning. 

A start that would tie us down the path of war. 

As Enfield used his hood to hide snores and Mikado leaned against the trunk of a tree, my eyes trailed over to Rein who was poking the fire to keep it going.

“Rein, correct?”

He raised a brow, “Yeah?” 

“Why did you decide to lead us ?” You were one of the many people within the Resistance that shot me with looks of scorn the day I arrived. “You could’ve passed the job onto Oz if you wanted to.” 

Due to Art's prior rash behavior, he wasn’t allowed to join missions involving close encounters with World Empire. 

It felt ironic to see his own gun getting clearance.

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But then it left Oz and a few others that were subtly neutral in guiding Enfield and I.  

Mind you, there were still signs of hostility towards us within the base despite the valid proof of us being out of the ordinary sorts. 

Rein was one of them. 

And I was certain. 

‘If Mikado weren’t here.’ 

This man would have pointed that pistol at Enfield and I if we ever went out of line. 

Rein returned his gaze to the fire, the crackling sound of wood burning echoed within the night. 

“Orders are orders.” He answered without hesitation, “I didn’t join the Resistance to play hooky or something.” 

“This is a war we chose to enter in.” 

“And I don’t intend to lose the things that led me up to this point.” 

He looked at me, there was a knowing gaze in his eyes. “You’re a gun, so you’re already aware how many people put their lives at stake to get to where they are.” 

“Great Britain is one of the many lands that dirtied their hands in the blood of their enemies to gain new territory. Enough to be an Empire.” 

He wasn’t wrong. 

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Life as a gun.

Life as a soldier. 

Life as a survivor. 

Life as it is. 

People fight in order to gain what they want. 

Whether it's land, riches, or even people.  

And yet. 

“You are also dirtying your hands.” 

Just like the many soldiers that have used me. 

“...Y’know.” 

“Sometimes it hurts to always be right.” 

The rest of that night was spent in silence before we switched turns. 

After that, Rein held a rather relaxed expression. Or maybe the word relax is an overstatement? 

But whatever I said that night, Rein seemed to be taking heed of my words now compared to that hostile nature prior. 

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“Senior.” 

The next day I was on watch with Enfield.

This choice honestly baffles me.

I thought Rein would pick Mikado and Enfield this time. 

But…well. 

It’s his choice. 

“What, Enfield?” 

“What are your thoughts regarding our existence?” 

“As a whole?” 

Enfield nodded as I stared at the crackling fire. 

“…I can’t answer that.” 

There’s too many holes. 

Holes that could give an answer. 

But none of them are concrete. 

“I…see.”

Sorry, Enfield.

I would give you an answer, but a part of me wouldn’t be satisfied. 

We are musketeers. 

Musketeers summoned by the will of the Master through their rose scar. 

And within the blinding light a voice tells us one thing: 

Be noble, lone musketeer.

Persevere and attain absolute nobility.

What is absolute nobility? 

What is it like to be noble? 

I don’t know the answer to these questions. 

And in the end. 

‘This is something we all must find on our own.’

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“…Then Senior.” 

“If we gain more musketeers, more allies like us.”

“Would we gain some sort of interpretation of what nobility is?” 

…As long as we don’t summon those four headaches, maybe. 

“Are you considering any antique guns from your time?”

“I don’t think we’ll get answers from a good portion of them.” 

“Why so?” 

“The ones I last saw, in memory, were from Japan.” 

“And who knows where the other one is. We’d be really lucky if we managed to find his antique gun here. He might be in France.” 

“So…it all boils down to.”

Ah. 

“Snider.” 

There was a poem about Enfield’s supposed younger brother. 

It was just a small excerpt. 

But that small part was enough to depict that antique gun’s power. 

It's a description Mikado and the others would never let Master see. 

Despite the mentions of blue, it painted a very red canvas.

A Snider squibbed in the jungle.

A chill ran down my back. 

Is it bad that I imagined Enfield laughing maniacally after reading that passage? 

It's not like I met Enfield’s younger brother.

So I would assume he’d look like Enfield. 

But that made me feel a little guilty.

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The Enfield sitting in front of me resembled an eager child asking twenty questions.

“….Senior.” 

“Mhm?” 

“If we find Snider.” 

I beg of you.

“Please teach him your ways.” 

Don’t convert me.  

….Enfield’s eyes said something else that night.

Despite the warm smile on his face.

I don’t know if it has something to do with Snider. 

But it reminded me of Master’s eyes when she hugged Mikado days ago.

Like a bolt of fear shooting down at them. 

Don’t convert me/Don’t promise.

After that night, Enfield rarely made any mention of his younger brother.

Whether it had something to do with that sense of fear in his eyes or not. 

I’m certain Enfield does not want to discuss more about Snider. 

“Did a cat catch your tongue or something?” More importantly I have an annoyance bugging the heck outta me again. 

“What do you want, Mikado?”

Yes.

This time I’m on watch with Mikado. 

She raised a brow at my brief retort, “Thought you were going to say more. Usually you’re ready to throw an insult at me.” 

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“Now isn’t a time for such pleasantries.” 

A snort escaped from Mikado.

“Please there’s absolutely nothing pleasant about our shit talk.”

Looks like her royal highness decided to let loose now that master isn’t anywhere near. 

Not surprised.

She must have been really holding back at the base. 

“…Then what do you suggest? I doubt we’ll make any difference other than passing the time.” 

She scoffed, “You know we’re only going there for reconnaissance not to face the first World Empire base we see. So-“

A knuckle lands on my forehead.

You would think Mikado threw it like a punch.

But.

“Quit thinking like you’re going to be Lu’s hero and end just one base from the Empire.” 

It didn’t hurt.

“I’m fed up with acts of heroism.” 

Because I lost too many people from it.  

Even though Mikado didn’t put any feeling into it. 

There was a hint of sentiment in those words.

Not out of kindness.

Not because she was looking out for me.

Merely.

A reminder. 

“A hero that dies a dog’s death doesn’t make everyone happy.”

“A person that survives, even if they’re a coward, is all that matters.” 

Again.

That word appears.

Survive. 

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The same word Oz used when it came to Master’s father.

Survive. 

A word that’s often said on the battlefield. 

I have to survive. 

I have to do it. 

For-

Someone’s sake. 

And to me.

That someone is-

“Bess.”

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I have a tale.

Many tales to regale the sleeping princess.

Announced the wizard.

The first tale I will regale is-

A story of a knight with grand bravery enough to return to the princess awaiting him in a lonely castle. 

May the knight’s noble bravery bless the sleeping princess with the will of traversing through blind fate. 

This…is the tale of The Steadfast Tin Soldier.

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‘This soldier.’

I was reading a short story in the common room. 

It’s a story written by the author of the original Little Mermaid.

A lot of his stories held sad endings. 

Including this one.

‘In the end he and the ballerina were turned into a tiny tin heart because of the goblin…’  

The soldier’s bravery throughout the story.

‘Reminds me of Bess a little.’ 

That no matter what fate throws at him, he still continues through it.

A brave soldier. 

…

“Bess.” 

“Enfield.” 

“Miss Emi.” 

“Mr. Rein.” 

Please be safe. 

I thought to myself as I quietly closed the book in my hands. 

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One step forward.

One step back. 

Have I gone too far? 

Am I hidden enough?

The feelings of caution overwhelmed our small group as we neared our mission’s main destination. 

One of World Empire’s supply bases. 

It’s uncertain what kind of supply base it was, but it’s one of many.

“Okay let’s start marking the surroundings on the map.” Mikado opened the map and pointed to each place Enfield should mark. “Don’t put too much pressure though, it might force a hole into the map.” 

As Mikado helped Enfield, I shifted my gaze over to Rein who was on look out. 

“Is there a reason why World Empire’s soldiers wear those strange masks?” 

“The gas masks?” Rein kept his focus on the soldiers as he continued. “Well one thing for sure, it’s not because World Empire wants to show that this is a symbol for their soldiers.” 

“It’s because of the current state of the world.” 

Rein explained that prior to World Empire’s reign, the nuclear radiation from modern warfare contaminated the land. Therefore, the masks World Empire soldiers wore were a means to protect the soldiers from inhaling the life threatening radiation fumes. 

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“Are the soldiers the only ones allowed with the masks?” 

“I’ve heard a few higher ups in World Empire also wear masks.” 

“But they don’t provide any to the people?” 

“…Yeah.” 

World Empire has enough power to threaten and restrict people from their own freedom, huh? 

But who am I to argue? 

Even the people, who used my gun, fought against their own people that chose freedom from their empire. 

“With World Empire taking root in every leading nation, it’s hard to see anyone living a peaceful life without their eyes on us.” 

Peace. 

“Since when did empires bring about peace?” No matter how much time goes, it seems war can never make things simple. “Your group is living proof that people can’t acknowledge World Empire’s ruling.” 

“The bloody Americans did the same too.”

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Rein made a brief glance to Mikado before making an expression that echoed his discomfort, “Should you really be saying that around Em? I mean she’s half-”

“It’s not like I’m ignorant Rein.”  Mikado spoke up, clearly aware of our conversation. Trailing after her was Enfield holding a rolled up map in his grasp. “He’s right when it comes to war. No one leaves without scars. All the choices that led to war were caused by people inside and out.”

“That’s why history has been recorded around the world; through writing, art, music, and property. The relics of the past exist to remind future generations to prepare for whatever encounters we walk towards. It’s the sole reason as to why I prefer teaching history.” Mikado raises her hands to gesture over to Enfield and I. “Besides, if it weren’t for me teaching Lu, these two wouldn’t be standing here with us.”

“So quit talking about the stupid national stuff and focus Rein. World Empire soldiers are going to start sending their scouts if we don’t get a move on.”

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“In any case, there’s a lot of soldiers here.” Enfield admitted while following Rein’s gaze. There’s a number of gas masked soldiers standing around the supply base. A few were wandering about, staying in place, or talking amongst themselves, “Is this how World Empire works when it comes to protecting a supply base?”

“You know what.” Rein fished out something from his bag, he extended it to reveal a small telescope and peered right into the lenses. “This base was supposed to be a food supply one, so why-” 

Rein’s words cut off the minute he spotted something in the telescope and just one word was enough to spell out how much trouble we’re in. 

“Shit.” 

“What’s wrong Rein?” 

“Well Em.”

Rein collapsed the telescope within his grasp and turned to face Mikado.

His face is painted with an expression. 

A grave one at that. 

“I think a higher up just sent word for soldiers to scout the surrounding areas.” 

“A what?!” Mikado practically whisper yelled at Rein, “How the fuck is a higher up here?!” 

“That’s what I want to know! But now isn’t the time to stand here and think!” Rein then commanded, “We need to leave! NOW!”

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The next thing I knew, all four of us were running.

Running as fast as we can. 

Aware that World Empire soldiers were starting their surveillance around the supply base. 

But. 

‘A higher up.’ 

Just those three words was enough to send Mikado and Rein in a panicked state of mind. 

‘World Empire.’ 

How much fear have you inflicted on the people that wish to rebel against you?

How much have you taken from them? 

How much more are you planning to take? 

I grit my teeth. 

And come to an instant halt.

“Senior?!” 

I can hear the surprise in his voice as I reached for the weapon latched onto my back. 

“Go ahead, Enfield.” 

I said without hesitation.

“I’m going to distract them!” 

“Senior/YOU IDIOT!” Enfield and Mikado’s whisper yells echoed as I ran in the opposite direction.

Heading straight for the trees to hide myself from the World Empire soldiers.

‘It’s alright.’ I reminded myself while clutching my gun close. ‘I’ve been in this situation several times.’ 

Even though I wasn’t the one involved, I’ve seen many of my former owners go through this.

Over and over again.

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If I could just direct their attention elsewhere.

If I could just buy enough time for the others to escape.

If I-

“You better not be thinking of facing those soldiers.” 

The next thing I knew, my vision was blocked as something heavy landed on top of my head. 

“Hey!” 

I couldn’t see anything.

My hat stopped my point of view, but I could tell who was obscuring my vision just by the sound of their voice.

“Rein, get the bloody hell off me!” 

“Sorry but I’m going to have to do this. If you engage with those World Empire soldiers, you’re practically endangering not just us but the Resistance as a whole.” 

Rein spoke harshly, “World Empire is still purging Resistance members as we know it. If they learn we’re on the move again.” 

I can hear Rein pause for a moment, it seemed as if something came to his mind.

The word ‘learn’ lingering at the tip of Rein’s tongue as if mocking him.

As if it said World Empire will continue to take more from him. 

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I shoved Rein off my head and glared back at the man. “And why do you continue to run away from them?” 

“Aren’t you tired of World Empire taking everything from you?!” 

“Don’t you realize how much they took from you, Mikado, and-“ 

Bess. 

“Master too!” 

I can see it in everyone's eyes. 

Despite all that distrust they held towards me before Enfield’s arrival. 

The pain.

The loss.

And the sense of longing. 

Those looks of despair painted on their faces.

Like a splash of murky ink hit them. 

Draining the life out of them. 

All of them.

All of them. 

ALL OF THEM.

I turned my back on Rein. 

“If you can’t find the will to resist.” 

I could feel something burning deep within me. 

“Then I’ll show you.” 

Flickering to life. 

I’ll show all of you.

“That this is my way.” 

I can’t tell whether this was adrenaline or not. 

This is my resistance.

But. 

This is.

A part of me knew.

This feeling was the strength I needed.

Absolute Nobility.  

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When Em explained about Brown Bess, all of us thought she was going crazy.

In fact, the said witness was still in disbelief of what happened.

An antique gun turning human after coming into close contact with little Lu? Her scar glowing red in the middle of a museum exhibit? 

Who would’ve believed her? 

It sounded so bizarre that we all thought Brown Bess tricked Em and Lu’s minds to sneak into the Resistance base. 

But then the competition between Brown Bess and Art happened. 

Art’s antique gun turned into a musketeer the moment little Lu closed in at the training area.

So no tricks or whatnots were used at all.

Only something that would be described as an unbelievable phenomenon. 

Yes.

Everything felt unreal.

Even that moment.

The moment Brown Bess hid one tree at a time while inching towards the World Empire soldiers.

A golden glow began to emit.

It was the same glow Enfield had when he turned human.

Whatever that glow was doing it doesn’t seem to be changing Brown Bess’ appearance.

No wait.

Is he moving faster than before?

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Shit!

How the heck does he have that much energy?!

‘Is he trying to leave me in the dust?!’ I want to yell at that brainless bastard so bad, but then those accursed World Empire soldiers will hear me. 

I grit my teeth and followed the currently glowing Brown Bess until he paused on one of the trees. I took cover on the left. 

But once I peered to see what Brown Bess was looking at, I froze in my spot.

World Empire Soldiers. 

The blasted blondie managed to lead us towards the scouts. 

I lowered my hand, grasping the antique pistol on my holster.

‘Did I load enough bullets in here?’ My mind practically raced with adrenaline as I heard a soft click resound from the pistol in my left hand. Before I could even register where the World Empire soldiers were, I could hear a click resound from across from me. 

My eyes immediately darted back to Brown Bess. 

And I unconsciously held my breath.

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The golden glow seemed as if it was pouring something into Brown Bess’ gun. 

It almost resembled a scene from little Lu’s fairy tales. 

As if a fairy was pour pixie dust into the gun, giving the-

I punched the idea that was forming in my brain. 

‘What the hell am I thinking?!’

‘I made it sound like Brown Bess was a Peter Pan shooting a bullet filled with pixie dust!’

‘As if a bullet would…’

My next words fell the instant I heard something loud.

It practically resounded in my ears. 

Making them pop. 

Lord almighty.

“He shot it.” I thought it would take him a while longer. Unlike the modern guns that World Empire soldiers owned, it always took most of us time to reload antique guns. 

But.

I didn’t see him reload the next one.

‘He’s still-!’ 

“Hey! Contact the base! There’s a shooter among our-gack!” I fired a round at the distracted scout. Seems Brown Bess and my shot silenced the World Empire soldier trying to reach the soldiers within the supply base.

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In any case. 

‘What the hell am I going to do about blondie’s golden glow?’ 

We stick out like a sore thumb at this rate. 

How’re we going to go now? 

‘Do I knock out blondie and run like a mad man with him on my shoulder?’

No way. That sounds like something Oz would pull off as a last resort. 

Let’s yeet yall! 

Then he’d say some weird ass cowboy lingo while dragging you back home. 

‘…If I drag Brown Bess as he is, I’ll never hear the end of it from Little Lu and his junior.’ 

I returned my gaze to the site. 

Up ahead was none other than one of the many World Empire supply bases. 

Perhaps if we were closer, the World Empire symbol would be on full display. 

And I hope that doesn’t end up being the last thing we see. 

“On my signal.” 

“Hey-!” 

Tsk! This stupid blondie! 

I trailed after Brown Bess who started charging head first towards the supply base. 

They said reconnaissance missions aren’t raid missions. 

That’s what they said.

They said we’re not supposed to engage with World Empire. 

That’s what they said.

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‘THAT’S WHAT THEY SAID!!!!!!!!!!’ 

I shouted in my head while giving the World Empire supply base the dead fish eyes look. 

‘Oh my god it’s so close now.’ 

I’m definitely going to get the scolding of a lifetime from Granbird. 

Then I’m going to get in trouble if Alice ever finds out I went on a raid mission. 

And she’s ten times scarier than Em and Chris combined. 

…but those things will only happen-

‘If I survive.’  

By the way, Brown Bess is still glowing like a firefly so it’s been a real pain in the ass trying to hide him. 

“Bess if I die.”

His green eyes flicked back to me. 

“You turning back into a gun should be the last thing I see.” 

Dying from World Empire is expected. 

It’s something all of us that stayed, are aware of. 

But if I had to choose one thing to see the moment I die. 

‘I’d rather die in peace knowing World Empire never sees this musketeer.’ 

Even if this feels like something straight out of a fever dream, I want Brown Bess’ junior to survive. 

Survive and find more musketeers. 

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‘If by some chance that they’re the beacon of hope we’ve been waiting for.’ 

I’d rather risk my life knowing Resistance can rise again. 

As I hold the pistol close, praying that a World Empire soldier doesn’t make their way over here. 

Something hits my forehead. 

“Ouch!” 

“Stupid.” 

Suddenly the glowing Brown Bess is right in front of me, “Dying a dog’s death doesn’t suit you.” 

He pointed right at my face.

“You’re going to survive here.”

Then pointed one gloved finger up in the air.

“One way or another.” 

And soon that hand balled up into a fist then went against his chest. 

“I vow on my honor as a knight.” 

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“If you didn’t say the knight part, I would've been really moved Bess.” 

“Oh shut it, Rein. I’m sure you have brains compared to Oz on what I meant.” 

“Believe it or not, Oz is actually the smartest one within our base as of right now when it comes to book smarts.” 

“There’s no way in hell that goofy man-”

“He beat Art when it comes to the-”

“No way.”

“Yes way.” 

Excluding the glowing.

There’s some comfort knowing that I’m not the only fool here.

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The next thing I know, we were signaling each other as we made our way inside the base. 

‘The inside is a lot bigger than I thought it was.’ 

But that puts us in a disadvantage. 

If we can’t take advantage of our surroundings, we will get caught by World Empire soldiers. 

‘There’s also that higher up.’ If he owns a communication device to send out a signal to World Empire, we’ll be screwed. 

“Rein.” Brown Bess gestured to me to follow over. Once I reached his side, Brown Bess pointed his gaze, “There’s soldiers ahead.”

“Okay I know what you’re thinking Bess, but shooting in here isn’t the best option.” It’s fine outside since it’s harder to tell and forces our enemies to try searching for us, but this is a closed space. “The base makes it easier for the World Empire to contact others.” 

Unlike the Resistance that lacks technology, World Empire practically controls most of the modern communication handles as well as the modern firearms. 

“Plus something could easily catch on fire in here.” And that last thing I want is for us to explode in here together with World Empire soldiers. 

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“Then we hit them.”

“Are you a caveman?!” 

“I’m being logical, Rein.” 

“I thought you were a knight not a caveman.” 

“Okay quit calling me a caveman before I knock the bullshit out of your mouth.” Brown Bess huffed while clutching his gun close, “Even a knight can take a hit.” 

Ah, he must be talking about the times soldiers would use the blunt area of their gun to knock someone unconscious. 

I mean we can do that, but…

“Then Bess, let’s knock the bullshit outta those enemies ahead of us.” 

I explained to Bess what we were going to do: we’re gonna make the World Empire soldiers get hit by the very objects they’ve been told to watch over. Everytime we encounter a soldier, we use one of the crates and boxes filled with food to knock them out. 

“Insane, but a lot better than trying to sneak up on them.” 

“Sneaking up on them would make it easier for them to see our faces.” Can’t have them remembering how we look. 

“...! Here’s one already!” As Bess and I got into our positions, we quickly shoved a crate of potatoes on our first victim. 

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“Okay I feel a bit sorry for that soldier.” I think we shoved a barrel of onions on him because he started screaming murder about his eyes. 

“Should you really pity a soldier from screaming about onions?” 

“...You’re right. Let’s just get going.” When Bess puts it that way, I just imagined Oz yelling about how he’s gone blind because of cutting onions. 

And I barely give a damn about Oz crying from onions, because he would run straight to his girlfriend for healing time. 

‘That show off needs to quit that pathetic behavior.’

Arrow pointed at a pissed off Rein, because his girlfriend is in Russia right now.