Rose didnât appear.
It wouldâve been strange for Heath to bring Rose to a place like this anyway. They werenât on good terms, either.
But Rose was here....
On the ceiling.
Ignoring the vivid sense of Roseâs presence, I walked toward Heath.
The pharmaceutical company chairman was once again dressed in an impeccable suit. The title âChairmanâ suited him perfectly. He gave off the air of someone born with a silver spoon in hand.
I approached with a faint smile and held out my hand.
âNice to meet you, Chairman.â
While the seniors were inspecting the headquarters, the plan was to win the chairmanâs favor and stop the leakage of Green Dream.
âAre you giving me a personal factory tour?â
âWhen did I ever say Iâd give you a factory tour?â
Heath had been consistently ill-mannered since yesterday.
I calmed my twitching eyebrow and pulled up the corner of my mouth.
âIf youâre not giving me a tour, then why did you call me? You must be busy, Chairman. You didnât call me just to have dinner together, did you?â
âI called you to have dinner.â
â...Pardon?â
When I arched my brow and asked again, Heath let out a short laugh.
âDidnât you say I was your target? Hildebert?â
âI believe I told you Iâd given up on that.â
âIf it wasnât about dinner, you wouldnât have come inside.â
We were standing in the vast hall of the mansion.
Heath jerked his chin toward the inner hall.
âI donât plan on leaving this mansion today.â
Iâd never really liked gatherings like this.
Sometimes I blamed myself for ruining things this way. I never got used to sitting around with politicians eating caviar-topped biscuits. Even after watching operas and ballets from the front row, even after wandering through every gallery in New York and Paris, Iâd never managed to cultivate the refinement expected of the upper class.
That asideâwasnât five-thirty a bit early for dinner? Generally speaking.
The question was answered quickly. Heath led me into a study tucked deep inside the mansion.
Rose. You really do follow well, even into a place like this.
Swallowing a hollow laugh as I felt Roseâs presence clinging like a magnet, I stepped into the study, heavy with the scent of old books.
âClose the door.â
I complied without protest.
A two-story study, opened vertically. A Persian rug covered the floor. A decorative fireplace lined the wall. In front of it sat a dark-covered sofa, an antique-style table, and a lamp. All three walls were fitted with bookshelves, each equipped with ladders for reaching books stored at the second-story height.
âA fine space.â
âSit.â
Did he really call me here just to idle?
I sat down on the sofa beside Heath.
Stretching my legs out and crossing my ankles, I waited for him to speak. But Heath remained still, staring down at the stack of documents on his lap.
I wondered what he was doing, but I wasnât flustered. Iâd dealt with all kinds of figures from politics and finance.
I leaned back into the sofa and leisurely took in the study.
After killing some time, curiosity struck, and I straightened up.
âDo you climb that ladder yourself?â
I pointed at the ladder attached to the bookshelf. Heath lifted his head.
He stared at me for a moment, then replied,
âI do. So?â
I burst out laughing.
He looked like the type whoâd never even searched around for wireless earbuds. Imagining Heath climbing a ladder and reaching for a book was oddly amusing.
Only after I reined in my laughter did I realize the chairman was staring straight at me.
Heâd turned his upper body toward me.
âYou didnât come here to seduce me.â
â...What?â
I pressed down the smile lingering on my lips and asked back.
âAre you still suspecting that I came here aiming for Lacy, Chairman? That really isnât the case.â
âRight. It doesnât seem like it.â
I stayed still, leaving a subtle smile in place.
âBut itâs clear money or fame isnât your goal. You sent me that email with a different purpose.â
âAnd what purpose do you think that was?â
âGreen Dream.â
Heathâs gaze sharpened.
Out of the corner of my eye, I swept over the documents resting on his knee.
CRISPR gene scissors.
It had been Eveâs primary field of research.
I uncrossed my ankles and straightened my posture.
âWhat would I even use Green Dream for?â
âThatâs the question you should be answering.â
âIf I say I have nothing to answer, you wonât believe me anyway.â
âSo youâre going to keep insisting you came here for romantic reasons? That I was your target?â
âAnd if I did?â
Heath reached out.
The hand that shot forward with unexpected speed grabbed the front of my shirt. He was strong for a civilianâbut still a civilian. I let myself be pulled along as the chairman grabbed my collar to argue.
People really take advantage of the fact that Badgers canât hit civilians.
What are they planning to do when they run into someone with an enhanced body who has no such restraints...?
Chu.
Fuck!
Aagalenngrrlnearymyeonriengrmiâ
I hate this shit!!!
Ptoo!
Ptoo!!
You crazy bastard!
He put his lips on mine!
I yanked my upper body back at the speed of light and scrubbed my lips furiously with my forearm.
Heath smirked and crossed his arms.
âYou react like that, yet you shamelessly claim I was your target.â
âThis is sexual assault!â
Igorâs blessing hadnât done a damn thing.
Keeping my upper body as far away from Heath as possible, I snapped,
âThis is a crime!â
âYouâre overreacting. Thereâs mutual goodwillâcanât even handle this much? Kids do pecks like this all the time.â
âEven so....â
Crackâ
An ominous sound came from the ceiling.
It was the sound of wood or concrete fracturing. A loud, unmistakably bad noise that anyone would recognize as dangerous.
It came from exactly where Roseâs presence was concentrated.
I looked up at the ceiling in horror.
Heath frowned and lifted his head as well.
Rose was directly above him, on the ceiling.
Crk! Crack!
âA crack?â
Heath furrowed his brow as he watched fissures spread.
âHow did it crack up there?â
No, Rose.
âThis building was definitely constructed with antiâGreat Creature materialsââ
âHey, move!â
The ceilingâs coming down!
Kwaaaang!
The ceiling collapsed with a tremendous roar.
We sprang up and threw ourselves toward the fireplace, narrowly avoiding disaster. If weâd been even a moment later, he wouldâve been crushed between the ceiling and Rose, flattened into human jerky.
Thank god the decorative fireplace was absurdly large.
Dust billowed thickly.
I pressed down on Heathâs shoulder as he tried to lift his upper body beneath me.
Then I turned my head to look at the smoke-filled study.
Within the hazy dust, a human-shaped figure slowly rose....
âIs there anywhere to run?â
I asked Heath urgently.
âIs the door we came in through the only exit?â
That would be bad. The door was far closer {Nâ˘oâ˘vâ˘eâ˘lâ˘iâ˘gâ˘hâ˘t} to Rose.
And Rose was as fast as Ami. Even if I grabbed Heath and bolted, Rose would reach it first, block the doorway with her body, and grin.
But I really wanted to keep this from being traced back to Roseâ
âThere is.â
Heath spoke.
There is?
âHold on tight.â
Huh?
Without warning, the floor dropped away.
âWeâre going down.â
â...What?â
What the hell.
The fireplace was a secret door?
The floor of the fireplace dropped away. My body, wedged inside it, descended together with Heath. Reflexively, I bent my limbs so I wouldnât fall like I would in an elevator. Dazed, I looked up at the study rising away above us.
The dust-choked study disappearing from view.
And within that dust, Roseâher eyes glowing red.
Stay calm and wait there for a bit, Rose.
The moment I conveyed that intent with my gaze, the study and Rose vanished from sight.
Just like that, we descended into a hidden room beneath the study.
* * *
âAn assassination attempt?â
The secret room.
âIf it were a Creature, you wouldnât have tried to run.â
â...That seems likely.â
âThen it must be a hired professional.â
Your wife, actually.
âAn illegal enhanced-body holder?â
Thunk.
The elevator stopped.
The darkness receded, and orange light washed over my eyes. I straightened my curled body and looked at the place that appeared before me.
A small space enclosed by red brick.
After lifting myself upright, I took a step forward and exited the elevator.
An underground room lit by orange lamps. At the far end stood a single desk. The wall visible when sitting at the desk was plastered with photos and clippings, and the desk itself was piled high with documents bound by clips and staples.
Bookshelves lined the red brick walls on both sides. Black files were neatly arranged on shelves that stretched all the way to the ceiling.
A single dangling lightbulb overhead.
Heath stepped off the elevator calmly and brushed down his suit.
âIâll need to change security companies.â
Ah.
I turned my head to look at the young chairman.
âAre you injured?â
âNo.â
âThatâs a relief.â
Heath lifted his head, narrowed his eyes, and swept his gaze over me.
But I didnât try to interpret the meaning in his eyes.
I didnât have the leeway for that.
Staring blankly ahead, I raised a finger and pointed at the wall.
âWhat is this place?â
âThe study.â
âBut the study was upstairs.â
âThis is a study too.â
âThat photo.â
My finger pointing at the photos trembled slightly.
âWhy are they posted there?â
I didnât ask who it was.
I couldnât bring myself to ask that question. Even knowing it wouldâve been far more natural.
Cold eyes followed the direction of my hand.
Heath shoved a hand into his pocket.
Keeping his left hand there, he walked over to the desk, then reached out with his right hand and peeled one photo off the wall.
âThis was used as my grandfatherâs study.â
Heath held the photo out to me.
A photo about fifteen centimeters tall and ten wide.
I took it and stared at the subject in a daze. The edges were faded from being stuck on the wall for so long. Inside it, a familiar person was smiling brightly.
Brilliant golden eyes.
Rei.
Rei Renyr....
âThereâs no record of you undergoing an iris color alteration procedure.â
Heath spoke, but I didnât answer.
Facing a face I would never see again made my breath catch.
It was Rei in the good days. Before Eve had finished her research. After Kyle, Rei, and I had all learned English. Back when weâd escaped the suffocating lab and traveled all across America.
A photo from that time.
To anyone else, heâd look like an ordinary New York tourist.
âSo. Is that man your grandfather?â
Heath stopped in front of me.
âOr are you one of these people as well?â
â...How did you get this photo?â
âMy grandfather took it himself.â
I slowly raised my head.
A man who was young, with much to learn, and who still knew nothing about the Chronos Cult.
His gaze was fixed on me, unmoving. Rose had misjudged him. Heath knew exactly where his grandfather had stood.
âMy grandfather formed a genuine friendship with this man.â
âYour grandfather did?â
âCare to look through the album?â
Heath let out something like a sneer and jerked his chin toward the black files on the bookshelf.
âPick one with a pre-war date on the label, and youâll get sick of seeing two-shots of my grandfather and this man together.â
Not only KyleâRei also refused to accept my proposal to live in hiding.
Rei thought it was absurdly naive.
âYou saw what our family went through too.â
It was something he repeated to me countless times.
âOur family served the Emperor loyally our entire lives. And overnight, we were branded traitors. If not for you and Kyle, I wouldnât be here. Iâd have been dragged to the gallows and executedâcut off from my instincts, severed from my kin. Framed, stripped of honor and peace. Live in hiding? Hilde. Thatâs the same as living with a blade hanging over our necks.â
âBut weâd still be alive!â
âTheyâll never choose mutual destruction.â
Rei countered me every time.
âPeople obsessed with immortalityâhow could they choose mutual destruction?â
I thought Rei was more persuadable than Kyle.
He listened to reason better than Kyle did. And Iâd known Rei longerâweâd been close friends for longer. Besides, Rei wasnât the leader. What he carried didnât seem as heavy as Kyleâs burden.
So on the eve of the war, I went to his room and knelt before him, begging.
âPlease, Rei.â
The dark blue-black shadows that filled the room.
âPlease, just think about it one more time....â
âHilde.â
The expression on my friendâs face as he looked down at me.
I will never forget that smile. That apologetic smile. The smile of someone who couldnât grant his friendâs desperate plea, yet was saying that someday, with time, you would understand him.
âWeâve already made our decision. We will win, no matter whatâso just this once, bend and follow us.â
It was an answer that failed to grasp that there would be no second chance.
An answer that didnât even recognize that I could turn my back on even them, if necessary.
Kyle knew the version of me who had felt exhilaration after absorbing an entire village.
But Rei didnât know that side of me.
Because he never doubted our solid friendship for even a moment....
âBut Iâm sorry. I donât agree with my grandfatherâs methods.â
Click.
Heath aimed a gun loaded with a Green Dream injector at me.
âI wonât tolerate the leakage of Green Dream any longer. I have no intention of acting as a lackey for specters who may or may not even exist outside the Core, three generations running. Hildebert. If you donât want to experience what it feels like to be a civilian, raise your hands quietly. And before you do anything even more foolish, go to the Supreme Commander and turn yourself in.â
...That doesnât work on me, Heath.
And thatâs not it.
Thatâs not it....