Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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When Chris realized what was happening, she found that what was protecting her was the black armor she had been trying to avoid.

"You, Morse...?"

"Sorry for making me look foolish. It seems my recovery has reached its limit... Girl, remember to avoid her voice. Once you fall for it, you will lose your mind."

"If I knew how to avoid it, would I still be stuck in this country!"

Despite her resentment, she ultimately survived thanks to the other party's protection.

But as Nekitia had predicted, Morse was not in his current state, and it was still somewhat difficult for him to fight against her when she had just arrived. However, with Asmodeus and Gagsherav joining the fray, things might be different...

However, most of the erosion waves in the area were absorbed, and with the band members all gathered together, she had nothing to worry about.

“Bishop, you seem much weaker than before. Are you still bound by those unnecessary emotions?”

"...Conductor, have you not changed at all?"

"To be honest... perhaps there is some truth to it, but when I face the bishop again, I can't help but revert to this posture, especially with so many guests here."

With that, she raised her hand, and a dark gold baton appeared in her palm, which she slowly waved.

"Perhaps the two fragments have something to ask of me? Please allow me to witness your current strength and see if you can win my sincere admiration. Otherwise, please sit down and enjoy the performance, and refrain from being too rude..."

She was in high spirits and planned to stretch her muscles after waking up, but things didn't go as planned.

Amid the chaos and standoff, an elderly man, supported by a wheelchair, approached at an extremely slow pace.

That was exactly the kind of person she "didn't want to see"...

“Raya…”

......

"Hmm...?" The conductor paused, his confident smile vanishing abruptly, replaced by surprise.

"How could you be so rude to a guest?"

"..."

She was left in shock and did not continue to mock the "guests" in front of her.

Chris rushed forward to pull the wheelchair, but the old man held onto the wheels.

"Auntie! Please, just stay quietly to the side and don't interrupt!"

"But she's an angel..."

......!

"An angel...my precious daughter..."

......

She was still talking to herself, as if she were still lost in that beautiful dream: "There are so many guests, I'll go buy the ingredients for pancakes... It will be delicious if we all eat together..."

Before the conductor could react, Carmen began to speak to herself: "Honestly, that old woman doesn't seem to understand the situation. Conductor, should I get rid of her? Next time I want to raise a younger human."

......

The conductor smiled, but it was icy cold and sent a chill down my spine.

Sena also sensed that the conductor seemed to be so angry for the first time...

"Carmen, I don't remember ever agreeing to your request..."

Shina had no choice but to intervene: "Ahem, Conductor, although I'm not too keen on it either, let's retreat first, shall we? After all, the erosion wave has been blocked, and the opponent's strength is still unclear..."

"Deciding on the orchestra's future is an overstepping of boundaries, but I'll let it slide this time, Se-na..."

"I think so too. Although it's a bit of a stretch, who understands the conductor's heart as well as I do?"

Sure enough, I couldn't immediately shake off that feeling...

Of course, Sena was well aware that the conductor was no longer the Nikitia who knew nothing of compassion...

She could be Nekritia, or she could be Rhea, but they have one thing in common: they share Louise Schneider, their mother...

Therefore, she knew perfectly well what the conductor was thinking.

"..."

Negitia paused briefly before slowly speaking, "After you two help me descend, you should make corresponding requests... Let's do as you say, Sena."

"The conductor is brilliant!"

She also slightly stuck out her tongue in response.

Yes, it's probably best to take a temporary bow out at times like this.

Just as Rhea had hoped, she also didn't want to commit murder in front of her mother, and Montagne was right...

Before leaving, she looked down at her closest "friend" and called out to her in an incredibly gentle tone.

Sergeant Christina Brecht.

Chris was startled; this person was someone she couldn't afford to mess with...

"Why are you calling me... wait, are you calling me?"

“Yes, Medal Recipient,” she put away her baton and waved to Chris, “Please take good care of that old man until we meet again.”

"After I abandon what little humanity I have left, I will give you an unparalleled and wonderful performance."

......

Perhaps to others this sounded like a threat, but in the end only Chris understood what she meant.

She grinned mischievously, just as she had when Leia was still around, and said in perfect unison, "Is this some kind of self-promotion? Aren't you being a little too self-important?"

"Heh, trying to mask your fear with sarcastic remarks? Not bad..."

The instruments gradually disappeared, leaving only the conductor's graceful and beautiful figure in the world.

"Then, please make sure you attend the next performance."

.....

In the blink of an eye, the figure had vanished, yet a few notes seemed to echo in the air, as if the grandeur of the National Day celebrations had not yet faded, and the lingering joy of laughter still remained on people's lips...

26. Follow-up.1

Therefore, the current situation has arisen. The conductor, contrary to her claim, has not discarded the last vestige of humanity. On the contrary, like water droplets gradually spilling into a bucket, it has accumulated more and more over time.

"Look, the Normandy Club."

Lovan handed a glass of sparkling wine to Rosalia, who took it and, while sipping it, glanced at Negitia nearby.

She was sitting on a sofa somewhere, smiling, gently waving her baton, guiding Carmen and Senna's performance, attracting the attention of nearby patrons. After all, it wasn't just their musical talent that was superb, but also the performers' captivating appearances.

However, on these occasions, they changed out of their formal wear and appeared in public in everyday clothes provided by Lofan. Compared to the past, they have become increasingly capable of accepting modern life.

As initially imagined, the conductor might have embarked on several more tours after leaving, causing a lot of trouble. But that wasn't the case. After a period of dormancy, they arrived in New York and established themselves under the name of the Alicia Grand Theatre, conducting normal theater business. They were unlikely to take anyone's life anymore, perhaps...

The conductor also became much gentler; at least, she treated strangers passing by with the same courtesy as a normal artist.

That incident must have changed her quite a bit, right?

Why are you staring at her?

Luo Fan waved his hand twice in front of Rosalia's eyes to draw her attention back to him.

"Tsk, it's nothing, just reminded me of something from the past..."

She put her empty glass back on the bar, propped her head up with her hand, and looked like she was giving up.

Seeing her like this, Luo Fan couldn't help but laugh and said, "So you two already knew each other, huh? Aren't you going to say hello?"

"No need. Although we know each other, we're not that close."

Well, things are fine as they are now. At least I don't have to worry about her causing too much trouble for Luo Fan. Acting in the name of the theater will bring him a lot of convenience. This is the best outcome.

Unfortunately, Lovan didn't know that eight years ago, a girl died because of this, and that girl became the conductor in front of him, Nekitiya.

Thinking about it this way, Leia's personality is actually somewhat similar to Luo Fan's. However, Luo Fan seems to be in a state of having no relatives or friends, but it is true that he has many beautiful women around him.

If they could have met, they might have gotten along very well, but alas, that chance is gone forever...

I wonder what Nekitia will think when she sees Lovan now? Will she feel a sense of familiarity? Or, after finally tasting the sweetness of love, will she see it as a burden and want to discard it, or will she become addicted to it and want to continue to pursue this kind of happiness that is hard to come by?

Perhaps, closer to the latter? Although she had become more gentle than before, she still maintained a clear distance from others, but the man in front of her was one of the few who had closed that distance.

Initially, Nekitia approached him because of the need for cooperation, but now, the situation seems to be developing in another direction...

That's great. There's no need to worry that she might harm them later just because of a simple business relationship. If she can sincerely help him, that would be even better.

She glanced at the conductor again, her smile much gentler than before.

At least, it's no longer a professional activity, but rather a genuine enjoyment of life in the present moment.

I believe she will hold onto this precious feeling and continue on this path, but only she knows the specifics.

......

In the end, they couldn't abandon this vestige of humanity...

Perhaps I should thank you properly, Rhea, and Sergeant Chris, Mother…

It allowed me to experience a completely different life, a life that was irreconcilable with my past self, a life that was the complete opposite.

Although it was bitter at first, the sweetness in the end was unforgettable, like a gentle violin playing in the heart.

Now, eight years have passed, and they have found a new "king." I have come here to fulfill my promise and offer them help. Unexpectedly, he is a very gentle person, which is the first time in eight years that I have experienced this feeling again.

Of course we should cherish it...

Asmontes, Gagshelav, and the Alicia Orchestra have all gathered together. I wonder where the bishop is now and what he is thinking.

......

On a certain wasteland, the black-armored woman wandered aimlessly, letting her giant axe drag her along, accompanied by sparks and noise. She felt no dissatisfaction, but simply enjoyed the unique scenery.

Eight more years passed, and she was separated from the conductor. She had come to understand the humanity within him. According to Asmodeus's subsequent reports, she did not cause any more death or suffering, but instead became an ordinary orchestra, traveling the world.

Then we can give them a certain degree of trust, temporarily abandon this revenge, and let them travel around.

Just now, a voice echoed in her mind: Asmodeus had found their "candidate" and was now calling out to her, asking her to come and help them.

"Isn't it time?" A bird landed on her shoulder armor. She glanced sideways and slowly stroked the bird's wings with her hand.

The rare taste of freedom...

It's time to start afresh...

In an instant, the armor vanished, revealing its true form. Morse stood steadily on the ground, wrapped in a dark red coat, and walked towards the white eagle a thousand miles away.

The setting sun, gradually disappearing, accompanied her journey, falling all the way towards a brand new future.

The light has not faded; the brilliance of humanity shines here, even among those shadows with dark pasts.

As one thing rises and another falls, the shadows, in the end, are just a title, yet they have become his light.

......

Meanwhile, in Nada Belin, the capital of Gronia...

……

"Hello, Captain Christina Brecht, this is your letter."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work..."

27. Follow-up.2

P.S.: The following text is a recommendation for "May Rain" by Yasuharu Takanashi.

Since the gold rush ended, perhaps due to the gradual dissipation of the plague, the weather in Glonia has returned to normal for once. At least, Chris still has the chance to see a few light rains here.

Perhaps this kind of weather is more normal, no longer chilly, with occasional gentle breezes. Although the damp and cold raindrops sometimes make the wounds ache, at least there is still a chance to stand here and appreciate this scenery.

only......

......

After sealing the letters she had read, the girl, no longer the same as before, put on a black suit, picked up her suitcase, and strode out.

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