Horizon:Volume 9A Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Mistake Fixer at the Shelter

No, I wasn’t

Thinking about that at all

No, I wasn’t

Avoiding looking at all

Point Allocation (Cover Up Your Bare Legs!)

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Naito sensed a turning point when she saw the sashimi.

…Tres España’s mood has changed.

She sensed their resolve. Musashi had settled on a plan, or at least what kind of ending they wanted, but this was subtly different.

They had decided to bring about the ending they wanted. This wasn’t just a direction, a plan, or a hope. They intended to actually bring about a beneficial ending and go home with it.

What about Musashi?

Unturning: “This isn’t good.”

Narumi reacted.

Unturning: “The curry has stopped.”

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Tachibana Wife: “How much have we deified curry if we’re using it to predict the outcome of an international meeting?”

Unturning: “I saw curry defeat a manifestation of fear on the Odawara battlefield.”

Tachibana Wife: “Well, I’m convinced.”

Tachibana Husband: “Yes, so am I.”

Azuma: “Eh? Eh? Um.”

Me: “Hey, Imperial Boy, we’ve been too busy to tease you about your origins, but we’ll get to it after this Honnouji stuff, so make sure you’re ready.”

Flat Vassal: “That’s right. I always thought Azuma-san was the emperor’s child, so I never would have guessed he was something that leaked out of the ley lines.”

Gold Mar: “I don’t think anyone would have ever guessed that.”

Horizey: “That can wait. The curry matters now.”

10ZO: “Horizon-dono, is Azuma-dono less important than curry?”

Laborer: “These things happen!”

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“You have some good friends.”

Azuma felt a cold sweat while he listened to Miriam to one side of the shaking underground wide block plaza.

The wide block where they lived was being purged. It pained him to leave the Musashi when the others were headed for the Honnouji Incident, but…

…My presence would complicate matters.

He had come to understand that recently. Whether or not he liked it, the others had to consider the worst case scenario regarding him.

According to Miriam…

“Remember that you will cause nothing but trouble if you ask someone if there is anything you can do. That will force them to decide whether or not your request would cause problems and, whether they choose to help you or to refuse, they have to be very careful about how they deal with you.”

“What do I do if I want to do something?”

“If it’s a small thing, either just do it or tell yourself someone else will probably do it instead.”

“Judge. I’ll do that,” he said, pushing her wheelchair toward a food stand to the side of the plaza.

“Hold on, Azuma.”

“They’re open right now. And I still have some money from my part-time job last month.”

“Takoyaki!”

The girl was already onboard, so Miriam finally sighed.

“Fine. By the way, I am glad no one is making a big deal about you after what happened in the imperial palace.”

“For me, it only feels like a minor curiosity. And for the people who saw me as the emperor’s son, I imagine this solved the mystery of my origins for them.”

“Once everyone has come to terms with it, there will be those who question whether or not you are the legitimate heir.”

“If it comes to that, I’ll say I’m not interested in being the heir and that I’ve been secularized. Toori-kun and the others already treat me that way.”

“What if they claim you deceived them?”

“I didn’t know either, so how could I?”

That was true. For one, that footage from Akechi was the first time he had ever seen the emperor. Reizei and the other automatons had shown him drawings and shown him verification footage where they pointed out the location of the imperial throne, but this was his first time seeing her for real.

But at the same time…

“If the emperor really is an automaton linked to the ley lines and I am a spirit(?) born from the ley lines, then I think you really could call the emperor my mother.”

“Do you feel like a spirit?”

“What is that even supposed to feel like?”

“Hmm.”

Miriam held a hand to her forehead as they arrived at the food stand. The girl got down from Miriam’s lap and placed an order with obvious familiarity.

The food stand was run by a young man, but when he looked to Azuma…

“The usual?”

“Yes, thank you,” he replied, accepting the premade product.

“Azuma-sama,” said the young man while preparing his change. “You have a girlfriend now?”

“He does not,” immediately replied Miriam with a smile. She stretched up in her wheelchair to reach her hand out and swipe the change from him. “We both decided to become children of Musashi.”

“I see.”

The young man smiled. It looked like a relieved smile to Azuma.

Miriam took the change. The girl looked up at her and reached out her hands while climbing onto her lap.

“We three,” said the girl.

“You are not a child of Musashi – you are our child.”

Miriam could not move her legs, so she used the wheelchair’s reclining to lift the girl into her arms. After seeing that, Azuma turned back to the young man.

“Thank you for the food.”

“Stop by any time.”

Azuma nodded and turned around.

“This is a nice place,” said Miriam after moving a bit away from the food stand.

“Yeah, I think I see what you meant.”

“About what?”

“That everyone is very careful about how they deal with me.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he said, pushing the wheelchair toward another food stand. “There were rumors that I had never met the emperor, which made me seem unreliable and called into question who I even was.”

But…

“Thank you, Miriam.”

“Hold on. That was a complete non sequitur.”

“That’s fine with me.”

She had essentially said that the two of them belonged to Musashi now.

That had told him what the young man had meant.

…To the people of Musashi, a lot of the problems go away if I “settle down” on the Musashi or somewhere else.

Hence the “I see”.

His origins didn’t particularly matter if he was on his way to settling down somewhere. Miriam had realized that and said he was doing just that. By saying he wasn’t alone anymore – he was with her. So…

…We aren’t separate – we’re both “children of Musashi”.

“Thank you.”

“Again, what for?”

“I’m just saying it because I want to. Like you told me to do before.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” Miriam inhaled while adjusting the girl in her arms. “Remember what I said about a girl’s score being based on the score of the boy with her?”

He did remember that. But if so…

“I want to know what score you’ve given me,” she said. “And I am not talking about your apparent score.”

“Okay,” he said. “I was just thinking that you became my home back when I first met you. And you still are. That made me happy, so I thanked you for it.”

“…I cannot believe you actually said that.”

“Y-you told me to.”

“Forget it,” she said, reaching a hand up toward him to silence him. He could tell she was looking away from him and covering her face with her other hand. “I need to get used to these things, so keep on saying them. Say them even when I don’t ask you to.”

“I-is this a compromise, or are you forcing me to do it?”

“Forget it,” she said again. She muttered something under her breath for a bit, but then, “Anyway. Azuma? Why are we going to that stand too?”

Ever since this wide block had left the Musashi, the only infrastructure was that provided by the neighborhood management, so additional divine protections were being distributed via divine transmission. He glanced at one of the messages concerning that, which was displayed on an informational torii.

“You often buy that stand’s crepes, don’t you?”

“How do you know about that!?”

“When it’s just mama and me!” said the girl.

“She told me you go there after visiting the bathhouse or going shopping together,” said Azuma.

“I have an information leak,” said Miriam.

Miriam raised her hands in mock surrender, but then she smiled.

…How is this all going to turn out?

The others would soon be heading to the Honnouji Incident on the Musashi. And they were meeting with Tres España before that. But…

“Apparently Tres España stopped serving curry at the meeting. What do you make of that, Miriam?”

Miriam turned a glare his way.

“Why is curry always such an important factor everywhere Musashi goes?”

Now that was the real mystery.

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...'’Sashimi, huh?

Futayo noted that while feeling her excitement fade.

She wasn’t disappointed by a lack of more curry. But while the others whispered to each other…

Me: “What happened to Hassan? He didn’t pass out in the kitchen, did he?”

10ZO: “We don’t know whether or not Hassan-dono is even in the kitchen.”

Asama: “Hmm, he still isn’t answering my divine transmission calls. Should I assume he’s still preparing the food?”

Everyone looked Futayo’s way.

Gold Mar: “Do you think maybe he heard that ‘ewwwwwww’ from earlier?”

If so, I solved the mystery of the missing curry for us all. I’m so good I did it without realizing it.

But, she thought regarding the sashimi in front of her. It had been served as an appetizer, but…

Flat Vassal: “I hate to say it, but this doesn’t look very good.”

Worshiper: “I know Kyou is on the ocean too, but the Musashi is usually traveling along the coast. When we need to fish, we send a transport ship to the ocean below and carry it straight back up, so not many places can compete with the Musashi when it comes to the freshness of the seafood.”

Vice President: “Futayo and I grew up in Mikawa, so we were right next to the ocean too. And I’m so used to Pacific fish that I have a hard time judging North Sea sashimi.”

Uqui: “Narumi, what was sashimi like in Date?”

Unturning: “All fish was frozen so it would keep. But this fish is raw. …It’s very soft.”

“That’s your only comment?” a few people muttered, but what else was she supposed to say? I wish I could ask Gin-dono, but she isn’t here.

At any rate, she needed to express how unpopular the sashimi was.

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“Yum! This sashimi is delicious!”

Just before Juana was going to restart the meeting, Musashi’s Vice Chancellor raised her voice.

…Oh.

Seafood was plentiful in Tres España, so she had honestly been thinking the sashimi back home would be better than this.

Recently, a lot more Far Eastern restaurants had opened in Tres España to provide more variety to the recovering industries.

She had seen the Chancellor and Secretary stopping by a Far Eastern izakaya after work recently, so as much as they enjoyed the lively Tres Españan style, they apparently liked the calmer Far Eastern style as well.

To test it out herself, Juana had built a Far Eastern room in her home for her to drink sake and view the moon out the window, but that had been a mistake. Why was it a mistake? Because she started complaining. She was sensitive to the presence of others, so when it was dark and still out, her complaints came more readily and releasing them helped reduce her stress.

The next morning, she had woken up face down on the table with a hangover, so she decided doing that again was too dangerous if she couldn’t show more restraint. Or she needed a someone with her to listen.

But even after swearing off sake, she had taught herself about Far Eastern food and cooking. Eating the food alone in that room had felt luxurious, but…

…Freshness and variety are crucial for sashimi.

She knew that much.

The sashimi served here was from the ingredients the Kyou cooks had been able to bring with them after that big hole formed in Kyou. They must not have had all the ingredients they normally would, so it was only the basics.

Tuna, flounder, and sea bream.

It wasn’t bad. The tuna was red, the flounder was split between red and white, and the sea bream was white. Most of it was sea bream. It hadn’t been parboiled, which showed the chef’s confidence, and the flavor was indeed strong and pleasant.

…But it might not be enough for anyone who lives on the coast.

That was her opinion as someone with only a passing familiarity with Far Eastern food, so what would Musashi think with their excellent supply of seafood? She looked to them curiously.

“The wind speaks to me: delicious, oh so delicious!”

“Horizon? You don’t need to copy that ad for a Sanada specialty.”

“Deliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicious! Yes, truly delectable!”

“Right, Bara-yan? It’s so good. I love that it’s kind of chilled.”

“And this generic lineup is just the best.”

It all sounded kind of forced. But Tres España was the host here.

So Juana nodded and responded.

“Testament. I am delighted you enjoy it. I must speak with the chef and thank him for providing such good food despite the circumstances.”

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Gold Mar: “Uh, oh. She’s really pissed about this sashimi.”

Uqui: “Is it so bad she’s calling the chef here to make an example of him?”

Silver Wolf: “Tres España is as strict as I’d heard!”

Horizey: “Anyway, it seems we have reached an understanding with them now. Which means this is the perfect time to start your war, Masazumi-sama!”

Vice President: “I said all that under the Kyou rules! I didn’t mean it!”

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Masazumi did not set down her chopsticks. She was afraid that would act as a signal to put the other side on guard and give them a chance to intervene. So while eating, she found a moment when it would be polite to speak.

“Tres España Vice President. I would like to further discuss our great desire to go to war with you.”

Unturning: “Isn’t that being a little too direct?”

Art-Ga: “I feel like she’s actually speaking her mind here.”

Horizey: “She is keeping it simple. And this looks amusing, so I say let it continue.”

You’re not helping, she thought while saying more.

“Musashi has no intention of making peace with you. We intend to unilaterally destroy you.”

Asama: “Um, how much of this is she serious about?”

Wise Sister: “Heh heh. A woman is always serious! War! Mayhem! Brutal against bearers of bad jokes! You can find it all in our warrior nation! Now, politician! Say it! Tell her we’ll dodge all of their attacks with another Musashi loop-the-loop!”

Musashi: “Masazumi-sama, that applies severe stress to the ship, so please attempt to avoid it if at all possible. Over.”

Vice President: “Why can none of you read between the lines!?”

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Juana gasped.

…I had heard Musashi’s Vice President loves war, but I didn’t realize it was this bad.

But something about this didn’t sit right with her.

Juana: “Something isn’t right.”

Flores: “With their brains?”

Juana: “Yes, but I meant with their attitude here.”

She had sensed this before as well. Something was wrong about this. Because…

…Why would they want to fight us again during an emergency?

No matter how much they loved war, surely they weren’t that myopic. They had the Honnouji Incident, a major history recreation, coming up.

…And there’s more too.

Juana: “2nd Special Duty Officer, any activity among Musashi’s warriors?”

BA3: “Hm, other than the ones keeping an eye on us, it looks like they’re mostly moving around on the Musashi’s ships.”

#1 Bunter: “They’re on break. Probably. I can see most of the ones moving around from the transport ship. They’re headed back to their homes for the night.”

“Eh?” said Flores. She tilted her head toward Juana.

Flores: “But aren’t we about to go to war with Musashi?”

So why would Musashi’s warriors be on break?

…This is very strange.

Musashi’s actions and words did not mesh.

●

Juana knew this negotiation would be a turning point for Tres España.

So to avoid basing too much on speculation, she asked the Musashi Vice President a question.

“You say you want to go to war, so are Musashi’s warriors preparing for battle?”

“Judge. Every last warrior is ready and waiting to engage Tres España.”

…I was right.

Something was wrong.

But she only had her own viewpoint to go off of there. Confirmation and verification were crucial.

Juana: “Whether or not it’s true, can anyone explain why Musashi would say they want to go to war right now?”

After a pause, a response arrived.

BA3: “Maybe they do intend to fight and the warriors are only pretending to be on break? Or maybe they’re preparing for war on all the ships other than Tama?”

Flores: “Oh, or they’re moving to each ship to prepare to fire their main cannon. That thing could blow us away in an instant and leave them plenty of time to get to Honnouji.”

My Sister’s Brother: “Sister. Do not be so cavalier about your own possible demise.”

#1 Bunter: “No, wait. That’s obviously not what this is.”

BA3: “Oh? Why do you say that, Taka-san? I’d love to hear it.”

“Fine then,” said Takakane.

#1 Bunter: “I’ve never actually seen Musashi’s main cannon, but based on its measured effective range, it must be very powerful. They can’t just shoot something like that right before Honnouji.”

Flores: “But remember: their Vice President’s brain is broken.”

#1 Bunter: “She isn’t the one who fires it.”

Come to think of it, that was true.

#1 Bunter: “If their Chancellor is there, authority to shoot the cannon would be his. And they must delegate all the other ship functions or they could never operate such a big ship. So no matter how broken their Vice President’s brain might be, someone will be able to stop her. So what is their Chancellor doing?”

Juana faced forward.

Musashi’s Chancellor was leaning limply back in his chair with his eyes rolled back in his head.

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Asama: “Huh? Why did Toori-kun pass out?”

Horizey: “It is a long story, but it began with him touching my butt while grabbing some of the sashimi.”

Silver Wolf: “My king! My king! Wake up!”

Wise Sister: “Heh heh heh. A kiss is the standard method of waking your heroine! Now, which one of you will do it!? Chuuuu, chuushlurpurpurprprp!”

Asama: “I would not make such vulgar noises!”

Art-Ga: “Oh, really? For reference, what noises would you make?”

Gold Mar: “I don’t think a kiss will wake him if his eyes are rolled back in his head.”

Unturning: “A solid blow to the spine should do the trick.”

Horizey: “I see. So physical attacks work best! I am learning so much today!”

●

The idiot who was leaning limply back in his chair suddenly crashed forward into the table like he had been kneed in the back.

Juana pulled back and everyone else froze in place.

But eventually the idiot woke up.

“Ah!? Hey, what was that about!? Where am I!? Wait, the butt! Where’s the butt!?”

Flores opened a note-taking cadena firma and wrote down “bizarre behavior”.

●

Now Juana had more to consider.

…So their Chancellor’s permission is needed to fire their main cannon, which means he prevents anyone else from using it at their discretion.

She knew his distribution spell was the fundamental spell used when firing their main cannon.

So if he were to act here…

Flores: “Their Chancellor could put a stop to their Vice President’s decision, but he could also choose to fire the cannon with his spell.”

That was correct. But that meant he could make either of those decisions here in this meeting. In other words…

Juana: “By bringing their Chancellor here, Musashi has turned this into negotiation over firing their main cannon.”

But she had something to ask the others.

Juana: “If that is their Chancellor’s role, then not everything their Vice President says is guaranteed to be approved. Do you agree with that?”

Flores: “Um, so it’s possible the war won’t happen?”

BA3: “But isn’t that odd? It would mean she was bringing up something as major as a war without receiving her Chancellor’s permission first.”

#1 Bunter: “Hasn’t their Chancellor given their Vice President a lot of authority when it comes to negotiations? He said something about him being too dumb for it back when they were negotiating with the Papa Schola back at the Battle of Mikawa.”

It felt like everyone’s opinion had reversed from a bit ago.

…Before, Flores and the 2nd Special Duty Officer were on the “war” side and the Vice Chancellor was on the “no war” side.

Now that they were including the Musashi Chancellor’s position as well, their opinions had reversed.

How should she interpret this?

Juana: “So apart from the logic of their arguments, Musashi’s policy has been consistent.”

With a straightforward argument, an element pointing in the opposite direction could turn everything on its head.

…I see.

Juana was certain of one thing now.

Juana: “Musashi is not speaking the truth.”

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Juana belatedly recalled the concept of the Kyou rules.

…We viewed the Kyou rules as a conversational style based on us judging Musashi, but I get the feeling Musashi could have taken it to mean something else.

She didn’t know what that was, but…

“What kind of Kyou rules would lead them to threaten an illogical war?”

If rules like that did exist…

…Th-they would be nothing but trouble!

Whether or not they were serious about it, being presented with the possibility of war was frightening. But…

Juana: “Most likely, this ‘war’ of theirs is a kind of bluff.”

My Sister’s Brother: “Can you be certain of this?”

Juana: “Why else would Musashi claim they are about to fight a war after giving their warriors time off?”

Flores: “We covered this already: the warriors are for show and they plan to end it all at once with their main cannon.”

Juana: “You are incorrect.”

Because…

Juana: That is not an explanation for why Musashi would say they are about to fight a war – it is an explanation for how their warriors’ actions don’t preclude the possibility of war. …Remember, war involves more than just the warriors.”

#1 Bunter: “Yeah, that’s true. Beyond the warriors, we can look at the movement in the cities and the positioning of automatons and gods of war to see if they’re preparing to fire their main cannon. The warriors are the most obvious sign, but if we want to prove anything, we need to take a more holistic view.”

Flores: “Um, what do you mean by that?”

Juana: “Arguing they are preparing for war requires an alternate interpretation of how every little thing is secretly them preparing for war. Arguing they aren’t preparing for war requires none of that. I have concluded the latter argument is the correct one.”

BA3: “And what if you’re wrong about this?”

That was simple enough. There was only one possibility then, so she gave it, feeling the corners of her lips rising.

Juana: “We will not be fully wiped out even if Musashi’s main cannon hits us.”

It took a bit before anyone responded.

#1 Bunter: “I agree. As a gamble, the odds are in our favor.”

BA3: “Then if things go wrong, you’ll just have to protect us, Taka-san.”

Flores: “What will you do, brother?”

My Sister’s Brother: “Sister. We must obey our superiors. Remember that.”

“Sure,” said Flores.

Flores: “That’s how we managed to fight a second round to the Armada battle, after all. And how Lady Juana made her passionate love confession to the Chancellor.”

Juana felt she did not deserve this kind of retaliation. For one, they had all of that to thank for being where they were now.

And while she thought back on her decisions during the Armada battle’s history recreation…

Juana: “I may have been harsh, but I was not wrong. Now that we know we can survive taking that path, we have alternate options now.”

Musashi was not speaking the truth.

She didn’t know why. Was it a straight rejection of Tres España? Or were they simply being cautious?

But she did know one thing.

Juana: “They have not once attempted to leave the table during this meeting. So if this war is only a bluff, then I know what it is they want here: they are here to discuss peace. Using war as a shield.”

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That normally goes the other way around! thought Flores.

…How do you use war as a shield?

Usually, it was peace, lives, and resources that were used as shields. You pointed to the possibility of losing those things.

But this was different.

They were outright stating their intention to go to war.

It was a threat. But…

Juana: “Their war must be a bluff. They have already hinted they are prepared to fight, but they took it too far. It might have worked as a threat at first, but it loses all meaning when they keep at it this long.”

BA3: “So you think this all talk? And if so, their true intentions are hidden deeper? Which means they don’t really intend to go to war?”

Oh, thought Flores, finally understanding. I get it now.

Flores: “You mean it’s like someone going, ‘Don’t push that button! Don’t you do it! …C’mon, why aren’t you pushing it!? Read between the lines!’? But with them it’s, ‘We’re going to war! We’ll really do it! …C’mon, we didn’t really mean it! Read between the lines!’ ”

Juana: “More or less. So now we must work out what they really want here.”

Flores: “How do we do that?”

“Testament,” said Juana with a nod.

Juana: “First, we find out what their Kyou rules are.”

●

Masazumi thought to herself while watching the divine chat where the others were discussing why the curry had stopped.

…This may be one of our easier negotiations.

Given the situation, both sides could only demand so much.

The Kyou rules were an obstacle and they had no choice but to follow them since Horizon had suggested them, but they weren’t being very strictly enforced and there was no punishment for breaking them. And if there were any misunderstandings, she could ask Horizon to end the Kyou rules.

So I can take this one easy, she concluded.

They had to say the opposite of what they meant right now, but since they both understood that, their true meaning would get through.

…So now we only need to present our demands to each other.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the next course.

Art-Ga: “Curry!?”

“Next we have a grilled dish.”

Worshiper: “That generally means grilled fish. The standard is a seasonal freshwater fish.”

I see, thought Masazumi just before the Tres España Vice President suddenly looked her way.

“So you intend to go to war with us, correct?” she asked with a smile.

Unturning: “Quite the aggressive request for confirmation.”

I agree, but I’m the one who has to deal with it. However, the Tres España Vice President was not done.

“Testament. Very well. Tres España is prepared to engage in battle as well.”

●

Juana focused her senses on reading the girl’s reaction.

She was accustomed to monitoring people’s faces thanks to the many long years she had lived ensuring no one learned her true identity. And…

“That’s a problem. We ‘can’t agree’ to ‘a battle’.”

The Musashi Vice President’s words told her everything she needed to know.

She now knew what Kyou rules they were working with.

●

Juana immediately realized that both sides were using different Kyou rules.

…We were using Kyou rules that determine our direction here.

In other words, they had to ensure they took the right direction. Would they support Musashi or not? Once they had made that decision, they would follow through on that direction. That was how business worked in Kyou.

But Musashi was doing things differently.

They were constantly talking about war and challenging Tres España to battle.

At first, Juana had taken that at face value. But once she calmed down and checked with Takakane and the others, she realized that Musashi showed no signs of preparing for battle and was in no position to do so anyway.

That had seemed strange.

So why did they continue talking about war?

…Because it had been decided for them.

That is, it was a rule they had to follow.

That had led her to the answer.

Juana: “We must have both assumed the other side was using the same Kyou rules as us.”

Juana’s side had just figured out that wasn’t the case. But…

Juana: “Musashi probably has not figured out our Kyou rules are different.”

So what would she do?

Before trying to figure that out, one thing was clear.

She typed out her words while opening the lid to the food in front of her.

Juana: “Musashi must think the Kyou rules have something to do with not saying what you really mean.”

She had done the same just now.

Juana: “I told them we too wanted war.”

But Musashi’s response had been strange.

Juana: “She said they couldn’t agree to a battle.”

That was odd.

They kept talking about going to war, but once she said she too wanted to fight, they complained.

And not because they wanted to unilaterally destroy Tres España.

But it was simple enough when viewed from another angle.

Juana: “They don’t mean it when they say they want a war. They must want to do something peacefully instead.”

Flores: “Then what was that ‘we can’t agree to a battle’ thing? Wouldn’t that mean she actually does agree to a battle?”

Juana knew how to answer Flores’s question.

But someone else jumped in before she could. It was the 2nd Special Duty Officer.

BA3: “Remember, that was in response to what Ju said beforehand. Ju challenged them to a battle and their response was that they ‘can’t agree’ to ‘a battle’. But if that isn’t what they really mean…”

Musashi’s intentions were finally becoming clear.

Juana: “Musashi ‘can agree’ to ‘peace’.”

Yes, she thought with immense relief. They were all on the same page.

Juana: “We will not be fighting here. So what will we do?”

With that post on the divine network, she fully opened the lid in front of her.

She expected the grilled dish to be freshwater fish.

“Now.”

The removed lid revealed…

“Grilled sweetfish salted and wrapped in bamboo grass.”

It was not curry.

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