Léon: The Cat Killer

Seeing the kitten floating beside the wheelchair without arguing, only clinging to Nana's neck and refusing to leave, Franka formally extended her hand:

"Hello~ I'm Franka, your mother's subordinate~ at least for now."

"...Mom is Mom, and Nana is the older sister..."

"Oh, big sister... so Nana and you are cousins?~"

"Franka, what nonsense are you asking... I'm the same generation as the kitten's mother."

"That's my aunt?~"

Seeing Franka's analysis and Nana's deep thought, the kitten released Nana with a puzzled expression. After gesturing to show her height, the kitten put her hands on her hips and said righteously:

"It's my sister!"

"Pfft... Okay~ It's my older sister~"

Franka gently stroked the adorable kitten, which resembled a cloud, and turned to look at Nana, who was opening a weapon case and beginning to load ammunition into a magazine:

"Captain, are you starting your rehabilitation now? Shouldn't you rest a bit longer? Oh, Laterano Gun... Jessica, aren't you going to come and take a look?"

Seeing Franka calling to her from the side, Jessica, who also had her hair tied in a ponytail and was wearing training clothes, glanced at Razer, who had been looking dead fish-eyed from the start. When her mentor nodded, Jessica finally showed a slight smile.

After carefully disengaging the safety and ejecting the ammunition and magazine, Jessica reloaded the magazine, loaded and chambered the round, then inserted the pistol into her holster and ran toward Nana.

"Well... at least the firearms discipline is starting to look decent."

Muttering to himself, Razer checked his pistol and then followed.

At that moment, Nana had just smoothly loaded the gun, relying on her body's memory. Seeing a crowd gathering around her, the cat killer tilted her head uncomfortably.

"Everyone, aren't you going to continue your training?"

"There aren't many gun users, so I think it'll be good for Jessica to watch your training, Boss~ Vanilla, you can come if you want, but your empty swing count is zero. So, do you want to give up now and take a break, or persevere to the end~"

"woo woo woo woo……"

Watching the blond Vayvan in the distance continue to swing his battle axe with a pained expression, Jessica gave a wry smile. This kind of trainee treatment looked very familiar to her... although Razer-senpai wouldn't be as malicious as Franka-senpai.

But Nana was connected to the cat's thought chain at this moment, so how could she not sense that Franka's true intention was to slack off and be lazy... However, Franka was a veteran, so it wasn't worth making a big deal out of such a small matter.

"You can't really tell anything about gun firing just by looking at it."

As she spoke, she released the safety, feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar touch of Originium Arts coming into contact with the etched bullet. Nana looked at the iron target in the distance and pulled the trigger.

This is a target specifically designed for gun users to shoot or correct their gun sights. Although she is in a wheelchair, Nana's shooting posture is still standard.

Eight shots rang out in succession. Ten meters was a distance that could be covered in an instant for a gun... Except for the first three shots, which Nana aimed at to get a feel for the gun, the subsequent magic bullets all accurately hit the head of the humanoid target, and the etched crystals also exploded into sparks upon impact.

"...Hmm, the attack rhythm is very stable, with no duds or spell remnants... The etching reaction of the projectiles is very complete, with no residual Originium crystals or smoke... Captain Medic, are you really just a doctor?"

Hearing Razer's question, Nana calmly changed the magazine:

Well, it depends on the situation.

After speaking, this time it was 'rapid fire'... Nana turned to the side and changed her gun-holding posture, placing the gun at her chest and aiming it at the target. Although this posture is usually a special posture used at extremely close range, Nana still used this posture when doing water spray shooting... After all, she only does water spray shooting when she is almost at close range.

The series of streaks of light elicited a soft sigh from Jessica, who had been trying to master a similar technique for the past three years.

Continuously firing guns is the ultimate test of spell control precision. The more accurately the Originium ammunition is triggered, the more the gun's theoretical maximum rate of fire can be achieved... Clearly, Nana's continuous gunfire was already approaching the theoretical maximum rate of fire of the gun in her hand... But what Nana wanted to confirm was not something that could be improved through practice.

Nana only confirmed one thing... she really can no longer launch 'Judgment'.

Although both are described as 'rapid firing'... the amount of magic required to fire six shots at once is completely different from the amount of magic required to activate six shots in succession.

At the same time, without the support of the 'Lord,' it seems impossible to replicate the miracle of cleaving through natural disasters that occurred three years ago.

But what's the problem with that?

After all, he had survived the Originium erosion caused by the natural disaster... Rhodes Island and the Security Bureau were both happy to see Tikkarondo receive support, and his efforts had been rewarded.

With that thought in mind, Nana emptied her magazine once again.

Anyway, even without a 'miracle,' I can still use a gun... What doesn't belong to me, I can just lose. If I'm too concerned about everything I've lost, I'll even lose the happiness I already have.

With a sigh, Nana looked at her slightly trembling right hand and lowered the gun.

"As expected, I've become weaker..."

Although she spoke very softly, Jessica still heard Nana's complaint.

Seeing that the tearful cat head he was responsible for was about to enter tearful mode again, Razer thought for a moment and said helplessly:

"But, such smooth gun shooting is already a very good result for a Non-Latlander, right? Jessica, in my opinion, Nana is already a top gun user among Non-Latlanders."

"Hmm~ My partner is right. Jessica can't be too ambitious."

As she spoke, Franka gently rubbed the drooping ears of the tearful cat, then pushed Jessica next to Nana:

"By the way, it's rare to find a gunner even better than Razer... Razer is really just a shield user, so why not ask a professional for specialized questions?" (Fin)

"...You, a swordsman, are teaching Vanilla, a battle axe user, aren't you?"

"Cold weapons do have some things in common, after all~"

Seeing the Black Steel Crosstalk Troupe start performing again, and feeling the gestures of consideration from the two senior performers, Jessica slightly curved her lips and wiped away the tears that hadn't yet flowed: Lin

"Um, thank you..." Si

"Well, what did the captain say? Does he accept a student like Jessica?"

Seeing the Blacksteel operators suddenly in this strange state of being trained by her, Nana didn't dislike Jessica, or rather, because of that accident, she felt guilty towards Jessica... even giving her a fully automatic Laterano rifle didn't completely erase these feelings.

If it's just instruction, then of course there's no problem. (Delete)

"...But I've just woken up, and I probably have a lot of work to do...I don't know how many more face-to-face teaching sessions I can continue..."

Seeing Jessica's eyes welling up with tears again, Nana quickly waved her hand:

"Of course, if the internet connection is good, you can ask me over the phone too."

"...Really? Thank you."

Seeing the black-haired woman and Nana getting closer and closer, the kitten who was helping Nana pack up her guns and shell casings puffed out its cheeks slightly.

Why is there always so many people around Nana-neechan?!

Just as the kitten was deep in thought, Franka and Razer's conversation shifted to the job that Nana had mentioned earlier.

Fu: "But Captain, you just got up, are you going to start working already?"

Lei: "Sounds like it's still fieldwork..."

Fu: "Why do you say that?"

Ray: "Only field staff would be unable to guide Jessica..."

Franka: "So, does that mean our team, which has been operating alone for the past three years, either doing small tasks or going for medical checkups, is finally going to carry out fieldwork as an independent team again?"

Razer: "What, has someone who's been eating and sleeping all three years on Rhodes Island finally sensed a crisis?"

Franka: "Who eats and sleeps all the time?!"

Razer: "Who is it?"

Just as the two started making sarcastic remarks to each other again, Rosemary finally realized what was going on.

He nervously grabbed Nana, and a blue streak of light instantly connected the two... Then:

"I'm going!"

"what?"

"I'm going on Nana's mission off the ship this time."

"...It's not certain whether you can go with me to the funeral...we need Kal'tsit's permission first."

“My opinion doesn’t count…it depends on what Amiya says.”

Kal'tsit's voice suddenly came from behind her. Nana couldn't remember exactly how much this person liked to appear behind her... but since the person in question had found her, it must mean that she had received a mission notification from her manager.

However, the decision to send the kitten is not up to her; it depends on what Amiya says.

Turning her wheelchair around, Nana looked at the little rabbit, who had grown much taller than three years ago and was now quite graceful. As their eyes met, a blue ribbon flashed by.

Amiya blinked in surprise at first, then gave Nana a slightly helpless smile:

"Well... it seems I have no choice but to agree now."

PS: Adding some strength... *sobs*

I've posted this picture before, but I'll post it again... It's impossible to have her wearing summer clothes to the Ursus snowfield... but... it's summer now. (Referring to both fiction and reality)

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3rd This land: 069 Ursus Seat 1

Amiya is a very innocent child, a fact that Nana knew when she connected Amiya to the cat's thought process.

However, compared to the kitten, a child floating on the clouds, Amiya's soul felt heavy, as if it were shackled and chained... She was bound by something that Nana did not understand.

But this child looked up at the sky, knowing what she had to bear and holding onto hope.

Nana didn't want to comment on Kal'tsit's parenting standards and methods, after all, her own relationship with Rosemary was still a mess.

Not offering opinions outside of one's area of ​​expertise is a virtue praised by Nana's manager... So, despite her doubts, Nana remained silent about the strange feeling Amiya was giving her.

Cat killers have always been like this.

While Amiya had already expressed her agreement to Nana and Rosemary leaving the ship at the beginning of their meeting, she needed to explain the more specific reasons to Kal'tsit... Amiya felt that she should explain it to others.

"Dr. Kal'tsit has already told me the reasons for Medic's departure. It's politically motivated, and to avoid getting caught up in a bigger storm, this decision is perfectly reasonable... The only problem is that Operator Rosemary was placed here with us by the Melland Foundation under a crisis contract notarization..."

"She stands out."

"Yes, Rosemary has participated in several missions with the elite operator team over the past three years... Because of her highly recognizable spells, Rosemary... has almost become Rhodes Island's signature."

Looking at the smug little cat floating beside her with its hands on its hips, Nana gently rubbed its ears and said calmly:

"I will teach her how to hide herself..."

"No, that's not what I meant..."

Amiya shook her rabbit ears, which were beginning to stretch out, and although she still made childish gestures like poking her fingers, her tone and eyes had already gained the composure expected of a company CEO:

"Medic, your mission this time is to investigate the persecution of the Infected by Ursus, right...? I don't think this is a mission that needs to be hidden. Everyone in this land knows about Ursus's malice towards the Infected. So, why not go openly in the name of Rhodes Island?"

Amiya's words startled Nana. The cat killer then glanced at Kal'tsit beside her. Her actual boss was now as silent as a potted plant.

"This is clearly a mission that goes against Ursus's wishes, and it might even lead to conflict... It's obviously inappropriate for Rhodes Island to get directly involved like this..."

“Indeed, if Ursus’s national policy is truly to divert attention from the infected, then our actions will only be seen as an obstacle… But what if we have the permission of the Ursus Emperor?”

Seeing Nana's dumbfounded expression, Amiya smiled and looked at Kal'tsit beside her, but Dr. Kal'tsit had an expression that said, "You explain it yourself..." Everyone didn't care about the interaction between the master and apprentice, but the content of their conversation was a bit too stimulating for the Black Steel group standing nearby.

Hearing that the matter involved Ursus, a crazy country that has been killing people all year round, the rather timid Jessica was now trembling with fear.

"...Is this a topic we can listen to for free?"

Seeing that even the usually optimistic Franka was tugging at Liskarm's tail, suggesting that the Blacksteel employees should move away, Kal'tsit crossed her arms and spoke with an air of nonchalance:

“You are Medic’s subordinates and are the parties involved in this mission, while the others are all elite operators… There are no issues with trust, Amiya… Continue.”

"Yes... there is much debate within Ursus regarding the persecution of the infected, and similar topics are nothing new in international discourse... His Majesty Emperor Fyodor of Ursus attempted to change the domestic atmosphere a year ago, but after several decrees concerning the treatment of infected workers were issued, apart from the factories in St. Arthur's Castle itself responding, the major dukes and nobles outside of St. Arthur's Castle continued to act as they pleased..."

Hearing this, Nana suddenly recalled her manager's sharp comments about Ursus:

"They turned a medical problem into a social problem."

Nana's words turned Amiya back into a silly rabbit who could only laugh bitterly. Seeing that the little rabbit still couldn't speak concisely and efficiently, Kal'tsit lowered her hands and began to explain:

"The Emperor of Ursus probably never intended to alleviate the infected problem. What he wanted was the kind of cohesion that Columbia possessed, specifically for him personally, so that he could consolidate the unity of Ursus..."

After glancing at Nana, Kal'tsit added:

"Just like the actions of a certain Rhodes Island calamity messenger three years ago, which allowed the president to take the opportunity to announce the eight-hour workday and make the Colombian people accept his statement that 'man shines brighter than the stars, regardless of whether he has a disease or not'..."

"The emperor of Ursus had a simple idea: to set an example for the infected and thus ease tensions among the people, just like the president of Colombia did, gaining massive support from the infected... The emperor and his new industrial aristocracy fantasized about their factories experiencing a leap in efficiency, just like Colombia did three years ago..."

"However, Ursus is ultimately a different country. Compared to Colombia, where knowledge of Oripathy is increased in compulsory education... that is, 'Originium Lessons', the education level of the people of Ursus is too low, and their access to information is too limited... Radios, which are commonplace in Colombia, are even a luxury in Ursus... This means that even if the emperor wanted to introduce his own 'representatives' of the infected, it would be difficult for the people to pay enough attention."

"And since the common people don't pay attention, the emperor chooses to let something dazzling enough be thrown into the hands of the people."

"So... they chose Rhodes Island, which made a name for itself in one battle three years ago."

Shaking her head, Nana felt dizzy from absorbing too much information at once... But when she recalled her previous questions, it was clear that Kal'tsit hadn't mentioned how to deal with what Nana was worried about.