Gundam, Gravity Elegy

"Was I... scammed?"

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"So, how naive..."

As if she had completely lost interest in the scenery outside the car window, the girl eventually turned her gaze back to her sleeping sister's cheek. She then involuntarily focused her attention on the crystal-clear glass object in her hand.

"Kimmel, don't you think that boy is innocently adorable?"

Of course, this question will not receive any specific response.

Directly ahead, the man in the driver's seat remained motionless like a statue, speaking only at specific times, like an alarm clock.

However, the girl didn't care about that and just kept talking to herself:

"Even though he looks like he's working so hard, he still thinks about caring for others. He's so cute that it makes you like him."

"That's a lie."

Then, it was interrupted.

At this moment, the girl, who should have been fast asleep, opened her eyes, showing no trace of fatigue:

"Sister, you're lying again. You're just treating other people like toys."

Faced with this obviously overly blunt honesty, the girl wasn't annoyed; she simply gave her cheek a gentle pinch.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes, because we've already rested to the minimum activity level."

After instinctively yawning, the girl sat up:

"Have they already gone back?"

"Hmm, are you still missing amusement parks?"

"Well……"

Tini did not immediately respond to her sister's teasing.

After closing her eyes and pondering for a moment, she finally shook her head:

"No, I feel like those kinds of places are really not very interesting. If it weren't for that 'bad guy' being here... well, it's better to eat."

Behind that childlike and innocent voice lies a bitterness that even the person involved may not be aware of.

"Because I can no longer feel it, I can only try to stimulate my body and brain."

"Okay, let's eat..."

At this point, Tini unconsciously revealed a happy smile:

"I'm happy to eat fried and sweet things, just like Dio and his brother enjoy killing people."

"Yes, that's all we have left..."

The girl's uniquely sweet voice conveyed an intense and unusual emotion, so much so that no listener could ignore it.

"Kimmel? What's wrong?"

Feeling the vibrations from the car, Tia turned her gaze forward.

"It's nothing, Miss Claudia, the light is red ahead."

"I see……"

Without paying much attention, he glanced at the bright red light directly in front of him, then turned back to see his sister's somewhat helpless expression:

"That's why I can't understand why you're so fond of those things, and that... big bad guy."

"They at least left you a gift, it's not a good habit to always address people like that."

"But I just think he's a hassle, I always feel like he's not as simple as he seems..."

Thinking of the boy who was her age, Tini subconsciously frowned:

"Besides, there are some things you don't need to tell her at all."

"Did you hear that?"

"Of course, hibernation only means I can't control my body, but I can still hear."

Tini couldn't help but purse her lips:

"So I heard everything clearly. Sister, you've told us almost everything about our past. I had no idea what you were doing."

"But don't you think that's precisely what makes us so endearing?"

Meeting her questioning gaze, Tia couldn't help but focus her eyes on the amulet in her hand:

"Just like that innocent boy, he would express his affection for us and give us gifts."

"...But it's meaningless; we've lost the ability to express our emotions and thoughts normally."

Upon hearing this, the girl finally suppressed her smile, closed her eyes in thought, and seemed to be trying to find a response.

However, my heart and mind were as still as death, unable to stir up any ripples.

"Since the enhancement experiment failed, we have been nothing more than a bunch of walking corpses, 'ghouls' who can only mimic emotional expressions. If it weren't for Lady Kycilia taking us in, we would have nowhere to go."

I let the beautiful scenery outside the window pass by before my eyes, but eventually I closed my eyes again.

In that darkness, where even light seemed unable to penetrate, all that remained was a sigh:

"But even so, I want to recapture that feeling from back then."

"elder sister……"

"I want to love you all, and I also want to... be loved."

Author's message

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My friend ran two different art styles of jailbreaks using AI, and included an angry version showing someone hearing about indiscriminate killing.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Sailing on Dry Land (Seventh Update)

May I ask:

If someone encounters a pair of beautiful young sisters during the day, discovers they might just be kept as caged birds by a wealthy man, and sympathizes with their tragic plight, only to find their kindness completely betrayed and they've likely been made a fool of, then this is a mishap.

So, how would the person involved feel?

Shirley felt that, to be fair, a thousand people might have a thousand different answers, but she had never seen this kind of attitude before:

"Oh, I see. I've been tricked."

The boy, the person involved, spoke calmly and seemed relieved, showing no sadness or anger at being deceived.

What to say?

"You seem to have a very broad mind."

"After all, I didn't suffer any loss, did I?"

Meeting Shirley's gaze, which was full of sarcastic remarks, Gao Ren simply shrugged:

"Regardless, what's more important than me being scammed is that there are no tragedies of that magnitude in this world..."

Yes, there are.

Before Gao Ren could finish speaking, Shirley spoke softly:

"I suggest you don't underestimate the bottom line of those in power or the rich. There are things they can do that you can't even imagine."

This is by no means an argument; at least Gao Ren himself did glimpse a corner of the darkness hidden within the Federation, and even within the entire Universal Century, during this period.

"...At least such tragedies didn't happen to them."

In this situation, even he could only narrow down the 'range' as much as possible:

"At least, there should be fewer tragedies of this magnitude."

"...Alright then."

Since he himself has said so, what else can be said?

"Whatever makes you happy."

That's what she said, but Gao Ren vaguely sensed something unusual.

"...Aren't you happy?"

"It's nothing, just think of it as me being jealous."

"??"

The sudden response left him somewhat bewildered, and when he finally looked at his 'sister,' he found that her face seemed to be completely covered by the night.

From the shadows came only a helpless sigh:

"Ah Ren, the world isn't as gentle as you imagine."

"Ok, I know."

"So, what if you actually witnessed something that you couldn't stand but were powerless to change?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Gao Ren was taken aback, and a variety of inexplicable thoughts surfaced in his mind.

It looks messy, but the logic seems strangely clear.

Army soldiers who draw salaries without working, and logistics personnel who keep accounts.

Ordinary people who struggle to survive and live only for tomorrow.

A conglomerate that is adept at navigating complex relationships, much like a chess player in a game.

Although he may not be entirely clear about the final answer, his instincts have already laid out the conclusion.

and so……

"Sister Shirley."

Meeting her seemingly unfathomable gaze, Gao Ren kept his eyes straight ahead:

"Mistakes need to be corrected."

Then, she smiled:

"However, so-called mistakes are only conclusions drawn in comparison. What if you yourself go against the whole world?"

The pale finger pointed to the glass window of the room, but what appeared outside was a brightly lit city.

"Istanbul……"

For this ancient city with a long history, war seems to be a word that can only be found in books.

Even though the arrival of certain individuals casts a shadow over the city, it does not diminish its prosperity in the Universal Century.

"I think you should still remember what our partner is going to participate in, right?"

For giant corporations like the Eight Continents Group, Javi Enterprises, and even the Per Group, war is merely a 'major event' that may affect their business. All they need to do is steer their ships firmly in this context and continue to build their 'kingdoms'.

"It has now become common sense to use false names, create new pretexts, and even distort the original meaning of good things."

That's why this kind of thing exists:

"Charity gala..."

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Under the bright lights, luxury cruise ships are docked at the pier in the Bosphorus Strait.

On the surface, this seems to be a gala held to pray for the victims of war, but in essence, those who know, know.

That's why Ellen Roseuffe was terrified.