Free Web NovelFrederick gritted his teeth.
Since it had come to this...
There was only one move left!
Stall for time!
Stall for as long as possible!
If they could stall until Little Pa arrived, they would have a chance to live!
Frederick looked at the White Dove on his shoulder.
The pigeon was crouching there.
It tilted its head.
It looked at him with its round, beady eyes.
This pigeon was incredibly shrewd; it would fly off to avoid attacks whenever danger appeared, and as soon as it was relatively safe, it would perch back on his shoulder.
But at the same time, it wouldn't help with anything, acting like a mere accessory.
An accessory that provided warm feathers.
To be honest, Frederick didn't actually know if this pigeon was Pavela's.
Pavela had indeed used pigeons to deliver letters before, but it wasn't this one.
This pigeon had suddenly appeared after they arrived in Victoria.
It had just been crouching there on the hotel windowsill.
It looked very well-behaved.
Its feathers were pure white and very clean.
Then, the moment it saw them, it made a nest on them.
Both he and Reinhardt thought at the time that Pavela must have arranged this, right?
After all, she was always coming up with strange things. Maybe this ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) time she felt that since their organization was called White Dove, she should get a flock of White Doves to act as messengers.
It sounded quite reasonable.
So they didn't pay it much mind.
It wasn't any trouble to keep anyway; the pigeon would find its own food.
But now—
Could this pigeon actually contact Pavela?
What if this pigeon wasn't Pavela's, but just some wild pigeon that had taken a liking to them?
Then they were finished.
But regardless, he had to treat a dead horse as if it were alive now.
Frederick took a deep breath.
He looked up at the woman on the balcony.
"Hey!"
He shouted.
"You're a Sequence V senior!"
"Bullying us student juniors!"
"Have you no shame!"
The woman tilted her head.
"No shame?"
There was a certain confusion in her tone, as if she had heard an interesting vocabulary word.
"Yes!"
Frederick continued.
"You're so strong!"
"We're so weak!"
"This match is unfair; I demand a rematch!"
"Fair?"
The woman couldn't help but laugh.
She knew the other party was trying to stall for time, but it was rare to see someone who didn't beg for mercy and instead spoke such trash talk in this situation.
The other party was already at death's door; she didn't mind seeing what kind of performance this man would put on to survive.
"In this world, where is there any fairness to speak of?"
She said.
Frederick was stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected her to actually respond to him.
This is working!
"At least—"
"At least you should give me a chance!"
"How about this, you let me release this pigeon!"
He put on a defiant look and pointed to the white pigeon on his shoulder.
The pigeon tilted its head. "Coo?"
"Release the pigeon?"
The woman said.
"And then?"
Frederick's brain was working frantically.
And then what?
He didn't know either!
Was he supposed to say that a silver-haired girl would descend from the sky and beat her up?
At this point, he could only act on instinct!
"And then—"
Frederick took a deep breath.
"And then I will summon the Lord of the White Doves to descend upon the world!"
Reinhardt was dumbfounded beside him.
What?
Lord of the White Doves?
What the hell is that?
"Then, the Lord of the White Doves will come to save us from this sea of suffering!"
Frederick continued.
"If you have the guts, fight her! That's what I call fair!"
The woman looked at Frederick, then at the bewildered pigeon on his shoulder.
Then she laughed again.
The smile was very gentle.
But as Frederick looked at that smile, he only felt a chill down his spine.
Because there was no mockery or anger in that smile.
Only pure amusement.
It was like watching a child perform; she knew the child was lying, but she found the lying cute, so she decided to play along.
"The Lord of the White Doves?"
She said.
"I've never heard of that title before."
"That's because you're ignorant!"
Frederick spoke with righteous confidence.
"The Lord of the White Doves is—"
He paused for a moment.
"She is the most terrifying Wayfarer in Victoria!"
"She—"
"She can control countless White Doves!"
"Her power—"
"Yes, her power is incredibly terrifying!"
Frederick himself felt that his fabrication was fake as hell.
But there was no choice.
He had to bite the bullet and continue.
Stalling for even a second was worth it.
The woman couldn't stop laughing.
"Alright then."
She said.
"I agree to let you summon the Lord of the White Doves."
Frederick was stunned.
"Huh?"
"I said, I agree."
The woman said.
"You can release your pigeon."
"Summon your Lord of the White Doves."
Her tone still carried a hint of laughter and a deeper sense of amusement.
"I'm very curious."
She said.
"Your Lord of the White Doves—"
"Just how powerful is she?"
Then, she just stood there, watching him.
As if waiting to see a good show.
Frederick's heart pounded wildly.
She actually agreed.
Could it be she really cares about fairness?
No, she probably didn't believe a word of his nonsense; she just wanted to watch him perform and then enjoy his expression of despair once he ran out of tricks.
Frederick gritted his teeth.
No matter what, there was no other way now.
He reached out.
He cupped the pigeon from his shoulder in his hands.
The pigeon tilted its head to look at him.
Its eyes were round and beady.
Very clean, very pure.
It looked completely bewildered.
Frederick lowered his head.
He leaned close to the pigeon.
And whispered.
"Big Brother Pigeon."
He said.
His voice was very soft.
So soft that only he and the pigeon could hear it.
"I don't know if you can understand me."
"But now I can only hope that you do."
"Help me find Pavela and tell her that if she doesn't come soon, we're going to become flower fertilizer."
"That girl named Victoria is a very good person."
"She just saved me several times."
"She shouldn't die here."
"And that red-haired girl."
"She looks like she's being forced too."
"She shouldn't die either."
"And me and Reinhardt—"
"We especially shouldn't die!"
"So, please, bring Little Pa here quickly!"
When Frederick finished his last sentence and opened his eyes again, he had completely entered the role.
He raised his head and looked at the moon.
Then—he raised both hands high.
His movements were solemn.
Full of ritualism.
"In the name of the White Dove Believers!"
He shouted loudly.
His voice echoed in the night sky.
"I hereby summon your descent—"
"Lord of the White Doves!"
After speaking.
He suddenly released his hands.
The pigeon took flight.
Its white feathers shimmered under the moonlight.
It flapped its wings, flying higher and higher, eventually disappearing into the night sky.
But obviously, nothing happened.
The woman stood on the balcony.
Watching, smiling.
"So, where is your Lord of the White Doves?"
Frederick still maintained that exaggerated posture, eyes closed, cold sweat pouring down.
This time, he was really out of moves.
Suddenly.
Whoosh—!!
Frederick snapped his eyes open and looked at the sky.
What?
The sky... it lit up.
No.
It wasn't that the sky lit up.
It was white; countless patches of white covered the sky.
Countless White Doves flew up from the forest.
They blotted out the sun and moon.
Their wings reflected a silvery-white light under the moon.
Frederick was stunned.
The woman's smile also froze.
Everyone was stunned.
More and more White Doves appeared.
They flew over the manor.
Circling.
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Coo, coo, coo, coo—
The sounds converged into a single wave.
Like some ancient chant.
Then—
The flock of pigeons parted.
In the center of the flock.
A white shadow pierced through the clouds.
It was a mecha.
Its white paint shimmered with a silvery-white luster under the moonlight.
Frederick and Reinhardt's mouths hung open.
Victoria and Charlotte were also completely dumbfounded.
The mecha's form was more slender and fluid than any Imperial mecha.
Its lines were so elegant it didn't look like a war machine.
It was more like a work of art.
Or rather, a creation of a god.
It descended from the sky.
At incredible speed.
Like a meteor.
No buffering, no adjustment.
It smashed straight toward the ground.
Boom—!!!
A massive sound of impact.
The entire garden shook.
The mecha slammed heavily onto the snowy ground.
One knee on the ground.
One fist smashed into the earth.
A shockwave spread in all directions.
Snow was sent flying.
Forming a circle of white ripples.
The ground shattered.
A massive spiderweb of cracks spread from the point of impact.
Extending over ten meters away.
The soil churned.
Debris sprayed everywhere.
Frederick felt like his heart was about to stop.
What is this?
What the hell is this?
There really is a Lord of the White Doves?
