I Became an Academy Attack Helicopter

99 – Interlude – White Chrysanthemum

– 100 –

(1) Funeral

It’s raining.

Drops falling from the sky wet the hot summer land, creating a gloomy atmosphere.

It was the right weather for a day like today.

Hundreds of people gathered at a military cemetery near the capital, Ekarta.

I was standing under the umbrella of Armion, wearing a black dress similar to them, with a white chrysanthemum on my chest.

“The sacrifices you made to protect the people in the last battle…….”

The speech of the High sent from the royal family has begun.

Many people lost their lives due to the terrorist acts of demons that occurred simultaneously around the world for a few days.

In our Selmeier Kingdom, the army actively defended the lives of its citizens.

In return, many soldiers lost their lives.

A joint funeral was held because it was impossible to recognize who was who in the crumpled tank.

I expected the bereaved families to cry and cry at a funeral like this, but they were surprisingly quiet.

A soldier’s mother shed tears silently from the corners of her wrinkled eyes.

Her wife, who lost her husband, cried while holding her daughter, who was distracted by her surroundings.

Is there no time to grieve out loud, or have you been through a lot of this kind of situation?

I turned my head and looked up at Armion.

He was looking at the podium with an expressionless face.

The soldiers in the portraits lined up there were all smiling confidently.

“Eight years ago.”

Armion suddenly opened his mouth.

Starting the story as if muttering in a low voice that only me could hear, he looked at the portraits one by one as if he would never forget them.

“Eight years ago, I hardly ever came to a place like this. Was it like that when only the generals gathered together and held a memorial service after the war? At that time, I only heard stories about who died and where they went missing.”

Armion pulled out a cigarette, bit it, and tried to light it, realizing that it was difficult to do it while holding an umbrella, so he clicked his tongue.

I made a small fire from his hand and lit his cigarette.

It was a technique that came to mind a while ago.

Armion opened his eyes wide once, then lowered his head slightly.

“Thank you.”

After finishing his speech, Armion turned his gaze to the High One of the descending kingdom.

“Well, that’s it. You take the death of a soldier too lightly. People and society.”

Armion let out a long breath of his smoke.

“Although nearly ten years have passed, we have not yet emerged from the shadows of war.”

That’s right.

These were people who had already gone through the war.

It was understandable to some extent that the bereaved family was calm.

There must have been countless people around you who have already experienced similar pain, and few of them had a proper funeral.

You may think that expressing your sadness is a luxury.

After bowing his head in silence for a moment, Armion pulled out another cigarette.

“Do you want to smoke two?”

“No. I have an acquaintance.”

The High One who came down from the platform stood in front of us.

He shook hands with Armion and then clapped each other’s elbows friendly.

“It’s been a while, Armion. How have you been?”

“Then. You seem to be doing well, seeing that you have also made a lot of progress. Would you like to smoke one?”

“Of course.”

Biting the cigarette Armion had given him, he shrugged his shoulders as he rummaged through his pockets.

I quickly lit a cigarette.

“Oh? Thank you, little girl. Are you a wizard?”

“No.”

I felt bad for being called a little boy, so when I answered with a vulgar voice, Armion smiled lightly.

“The introduction was late. This is my ‘daughter’ Erif Cruel. Have you heard the rumors?”

“Ah, that relic… ….”

The man quickly spit out a cigarette and bowed his head.

“Excuse me. My name is Kyle of the Ministry of Home Affairs.”

“This is Erif Cruel.”

He slightly lifted one of the skirts, covered the front with his hands, and lowered his waist slightly.

Kyle looked at me with a slightly startled look, and then she smoked a cigarette again.

“Thanks to Erif-sama, the damage was minimized. If damage had been done to the city, we would have had a press conference rather than a funeral.”

“… ….”

I opened my mouth and then closed it again.

The words ‘I was late and they died’ filled my throat, but I didn’t end up spewing them out of my mouth.

If I had acted quickly, I could have saved them all.

That thought was arrogant.

You can’t deal with all enemies alone.

This will happen more often in the future, so the guilt for this should be buried in my heart.

From what Armion and Kyle had to say, it seems that they were comrades who roamed the battlefield with Kirst.

Kurst was not here.

I was busy with post-war processing, so I sent an agent.

My comrade.

In this world, there were people I could call my comrades.

The two met and regained some of their memory and power.

Then there is only one person left.

The one who conquered the Pavis Continent beyond the sea.

Master Chromium.

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Perhaps, if I meet him and recall all of his memories, he may be able to find a solution.

After all, the rampage of demons is a global phenomenon, so everyone will have to gather sooner or later.

I’ll have to contact Arumanan first.

(2) Guest

Summer vacation runs towards the end.

I was in Zafir now.

How come it seems to come every vacation.

I left the room opposite Arumanan, which has now become my room, and went to the restaurant.

Arumanan was eating a light meal while sitting in a dedicated seat.

“Erif. Are you awake?”

“Yes. I want breakfast.”

It was a buffet-style meal, so the advantage was that you could eat as much as you want.

Last time, I broke a lot of teeth, but they grew up again because of food.

Arumanan looks tired of looking at the food stacked on two plates.

I’ve always had a short mouth.

After a quick meal, I waited for Arumanan to finish the morning meeting.

Arumanan left the conference room with a slightly tired expression and headed to the room with me.

When all the servants were bitten and they were alone, Aruma Nan took off his veil and lay flat on the bed.

Last time, the city of Canael on the side of the continent of Pavis was attacked, and it is said that he couldn’t rest properly until recently because he was fighting with the air battleship himself.

After closing her eyes for a moment, Aruma Nan turned her head toward me.

“I need to come up with a countermeasure quickly.”

Selmeier and Canael were able to block it with little damage, but it is said that there were not many kingdoms that suffered heavy damage.

It was a big deal for Canael, who had allies across several continents, as there were so many places to seek help from Arumanan.

“Today?”

“That’s right. Everyone will gather here.”

The reason I came to Zafir was because the meeting between the humanoid spirits was scheduled.

Now was the time to break away from the concept of each nation and unite humanoid spirits again.

Arumanan is so kind and cooperative, so it was fine, but the problem was the chromanium that had already been stained with the world.

That guy, rumor has it that he almost thinks of the Empire as his own.

I am afraid that I will never do anything that will harm the Empire.

We had to raise the defense power of our kingdom and those who were on God’s side in preparation for the attack of the demons.

Enemy also brought out items from the Shinma War, so this one will have to prepare a similar level of weaponry.

But how much can humans do after a technological break?

All I know is about helicopters.

However, I don’t know much about armaments.

But if you can find out information about tanks, aircraft, and ships.

“As you may have guessed, Canael’s air power is based on my knowledge of aircraft.”

I was puzzled that I had the knowledge of helicopters, so when I asked, Arumanan gave me the answer I wanted.

“Likewise, Chromanium must have knowledge of tanks and Bartiers must have knowledge of battleships. We are also serving as a ‘storehouse of technology’ created by the gods.”

“A storehouse of technology?”

“There is such a thing,”

Arumanan’s expression was a little heavy.

In the afternoon, the building became a little noisy.

When I leaned out from the terrace and looked towards the harbor, a huge white battleship was moored far away from the coast, avoiding small fishing boats.

Users busy preparing to receive guests were coming and going.

Arumanan and I wore matching white dresses that looked the same.

I asked the dresser to add a decoration, and then I headed to the conference room.

“Flowers?”

Arumanan looked at something unexpected.

I pointed to the white chrysanthemum hanging on my chest.

“This?”

“Yes. Erif didn’t like that very much, did he?”

I pondered for a moment what to say.

It wasn’t very impulsive.

Yes, so to speak.

“I have a lot of work to do in the future, and I don’t think there will be much time. You do it in advance.”

Aruma Nan made an ‘ah’ and covered her mouth slightly.

She nodded her head with a slightly stiff face.

After about ten minutes, the door to the conference room opened and two men entered.

Bartier is… a little big?

No, I’ve grown a lot.

Now, out of 10 people who didn’t know, he looked like an adult.

The man next to him was quite tall and had a slender body shape, and he had [Restart] Activated before making eye contact with him.

As he faced the golden eyes of his slightly tanned copper skin and white blond hair, thunder and lightning struck in his head and a sudden headache came over him.

He might have passed out if he hadn’t been prepared.

With that in mind, I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them, and the faces of the three were in front of me.

“Wow!”

Surprised, I leaned back on him, and was buried in a soft sofa.

“I’m awake now.”

“Already? I think it would be best to just sleep.”

“What are you talking about? Erif is also part of us.”

“Yes. The sense of belonging is high enough to throw away the original name and create a new name for what it is.”

“Master. Will you stop sarcastic?”

For some reason, Arumanan and Master Chromanium were fighting.

While he was trying to sort out the new memories and knowledge that had arisen in his head for a while, Bar Tiers secretly sat down next to him.

“Thank you last time.”

“What anew.”

Why is he making chicken fat?

“It turned out that I was in a serious condition. If you were a little late, my ‘existence’ would have almost disappeared.”

“Huh? What does that mean-“

Bar Tiers put a finger to his lips and made a hissing sound.

I shut my mouth, and he looked satisfied.

“You’ll find out soon. You may have been in a similar situation.”

“Well. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway.”

We turned our heads and saw the two of them who went right before they grabbed the collar.

With a long sigh, we set out to dry the childlike adults.

(3) Meeting

“The Chromanium Empire was so wide and there were few defenders in the inland, so the damage was a bit high.”

The Master opened his mouth quietly, but I could see the anger in his voice.

He turned his head and looked at Arumanan.

“At least until the demons are completely driven out, we will need to communicate closely with each other.”

He turned his gaze a little further and looked at my face.

“Misfire. You say you lost your memory, but the knowledge it contains doesn’t mean that you’ve completely lost it. Let’s share the knowledge of weapons we know with each other.”

“Yes. I was going to say it anyway.”

I raised my right hand and slowly turned my head to make eye contact with everyone once.

“I just met the Master and I have almost found all my memories.”

“What? Really?”

Aruma Nan was delighted with her surprised face.

Bar Tiers nodded his head as if he knew, and the Master clicked his tongue to see what he didn’t like with a ‘shhh’ sound.

This child, was I trying to cheat on the excuse that my memory was unstable?

As I just said, most of the memories of the past have returned.

No one remembers the first birth, so let’s move on, spending time in the spirit world of fire and wind, being taught by the gods in a big city in the spirit world, awakening of abilities, and the first battlefield.

All of them were lined up as if reading a biography of a character named ‘Misfire’ or looking at my own diary.

As if someone had implanted it.

As long as I found all my memories, it didn’t matter who I was in the past.

It was urgent to deal with what would happen in the future.

“Then Master is a tank, Arumanan is an airplane, Bartiers is a battleship, and I am a helicopter. Will we be able to defeat our enemies if we share all our knowledge?”

“Well. Humans and dwarves have lower skills and engineering skills than in the past, so it would be difficult to simply share knowledge.”

“Then is there any other way?”

In response to my question, Master Chromium raised one corner of his mouth.

“You said you found all the memories of the past? Think about what we had back then.”

“Army, troop, more troop.”

“What kind of war-maniac you are talking about. Anything else?”

To deny the essentials of war.

Following the memories of the past inevitably.

“I said it wouldn’t be a better weapon, and it wouldn’t even be a military force, would it be magic? No, the magic is actually better now…….”

As if someone did it on purpose, the technology deteriorated, but the magic developed in the meantime, and it was able to perform the role of the old spirit engineering to some extent.

“Not like that. There is something outside of war.”

Chromanium was exhausted.

Arumanan and Bartiers were watching us with expressions of watching funny comics or plays.

“Anything outside of war? Tribal Union, God. Oh god? Lady?”

Chromanium then nodded.

By the way, the saint is not some kind of war weapon…….

Oh, it’s a war weapon. I also grew up with it.

“Just like the saints in the past, if a saint or a saint comes out this time, the story will be different. If there is a person who accurately conveys the word of God, we cannot lose.”

Is that so?

Because I acted with Arumanan during the Shinma War, I hardly remember hearing God’s words or orders.

At that time, I only met a saint once.

However, Chromanium spoke quite confidently, so I didn’t tackle it.

I was just a little saddened by the pressure that our young chicks would be subjected to.

“Then let’s share the knowledge of each sergeant and armed forces.”

In response to the declaration of Chromium, who is leading the meeting, the first Humanoid Spirit Knowledge Exchange Meeting has begun.

(4) Demon King

Calad greeted his men after a successful job.

Although the number of people who returned alive compared to the troops sent were significantly fewer, he did not feel sorry at all, as most of the victims were those who had flown here from the Demon Realm not long ago.

Taking advantage of the chaos last time, he checked the signals of the things he had installed secretly throughout the continent, and summoned the strongest of his subordinates.

“Now, we should also make a national declaration soon.”

All but one of his subordinates, Astat, had a questionable expression on their faces.

“Captain. What do you mean by national declaration?”

“Literally. We declare that we are the country that rules the easel here. First of all, to the old men in the Demon Realm, and then to the ‘neighbors’ of other continents.”

At his words, his men were silent.

In their opinion, it seemed like a dangerous act to announce that there is a country of demons here.

After looking at each other, at least their heads turned around and the demons who were also doing a little bit of a bookkeeper raised their hands.

“Captain. And what if all the humanoid spirits come?”

Calad shrugged his shoulders.

“You must defeat them all.”

The men opened their mouths at his words.

Even the weakest Miss Fire managed to block the Ruin de Golem of conversion who had replaced the strongest pilot without much damage, but how does he defeat others stronger than him?

Astatt stood up, watching them blankly as they shook their heads.

The other men wondered what that crazy woman would say.

“I am a Misfire.”

“Yes. I get it.”

Astat, who heard Khalard’s answer, sat down immediately.

The other subordinates, who had been thinking about the conversation that had just happened, were startled and started shouting all at once.

“I’ll use Bartiers, no, I’ll use Chromium!”

“By the way, Arumanan… …. No, Bartiers?”

Growing resentful eyes at Astat, who preempted the Misfire, considered the easiest opponent, the men rolled their heads to find the enemy they were easy to deal with.

In the meantime, Astat sat still and was dealing with the virtual Misfire in his head.

Like it has been since I woke up.

After watching his men for a while, Calad left the conference room in a cheerful mood.

In fact, there was no need for one person to deal with a single humanoid spirit.

In the first place, they’re not even good at it.

It was only necessary to correct the lax discipline of his subordinates, so he only gave Astat a pre-planned performance.

Miss Fire originally decided to leave it entirely to Astat, but he was going to attach more of his men.

Kalad returned to his office and received a report on the trends of the Demon Realm and other continents.

Unexpectedly, there were a few places that achieved national overthrow beyond terrorism.

Carlad smiled twisted.

Casting other continents as it is, pioneering an easel and absorbing the military power of the demon realm.

He had excellent technical skills, but he was able to master all kinds of secret arts by treating small tribes generously.

And a few months ago he finished his research on changing this continent into an environment similar to the demon realm.

New demon tribes are surprised once again by this environment, and once again by the scale of the city built in the material world.

And most of them come under his control on their own.

The old men of the Demon Realm are struggling to receive a small piece of land that has barely been explored by devoting their subordinates and skills to advance into the material realm, but those who came under Calad’s command are prospering.

It was a natural phenomenon for even loyal vassals of the demon realm nobles to come under Kalaad.

Now, his goal is to go a little further.

Central point of demons that disappeared after the Shinma War.

The Demon King.

Waiting for the day when the Demon King will be declared along with the kingdom declaration soon, he laughed out loud.