My Vampire Older Sister and Zombie Little Sister

Part 1

“Mumble.”

I got to see the cute look on the forehead glasses Class Rep’s face as she woke up.

“H-huh? Everything’s all wet inside my skirt… Wait, what is this!? I’m soaked with blood, I reek of roses, and Satori-kun is carrying me bandit-style inside some kind of abandoned building!?”

“Ha ha ha. Are your memories still all mixed up, Class Rep? But not to worry. The scary part is over.”

“Y’know, Onii-chan, you should probably stop rubbing your cheek against her thigh with that refreshed smile and put her down. The view up her skirt is kind of incredible from straight ahead.”

“Wait, you can see that, Ayumi-chan?”

“It’s like a parabolic antenna.”

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!?”

She really started to struggle now, so I decided it was time. I obediently lowered her from my shoulder to the floor. Heh, I’m not the kind of guy to force people to do what they don’t want. Although I will secretly make a Class Rep swimsuit dance file set!

The cursed coffin had fully met its demise after having the lid stabbed through with the end of several metal pipes and the head of some golf clubs. It was the perfect Kagami Biraki for such a momentous occasion. The Class Rep had turned into a vampire from being exposed to a curse instead of being bitten, so she could return to normal if we destroyed the item producing the curse.

…This was an extreme exception. It was nothing but dumb luck that this was based on the Polish Vampire Princess. If she had been bitten by the kind of normal vampire you find walking around, there wouldn’t have been any hope of returning her to normal.

I got along with my vampire older sister and zombie little sister…or I tried to. But I was not going to offer up myself or people I cared for. That wasn’t my idea of “coexistence”.

With the cursed coffin destroyed and the Class Rep safely returned from Dhampir to human, we had no more business here. There was no abnormality on the X-ray screen, but I didn’t want to stick around in the radiology department filled with machinery that might not be safe. Who could say what was leaking out of the rusted areas or cracked plastic.

We all left the basement and made our way to the first floor. Now that we were all together, the late-night abandoned hospital no longer felt scary.

Erika opened her mouth once we arrived in the large lobby on the first floor. The lobby was probably used for making appointments, paying, and receiving prescriptions, so you would’ve had room for a basketball game if you removed all of the benches.

“So, Satori-kun.”

“Yeah?”

“…What are we going to do now?”

She was referring to the unseen person we guessed was still hiding in the Peace Committee Convalescent Hospital. We didn’t know if they were young or old, man or woman, or even human or Archenemy, but since they had so thoroughly hidden their presence while interfering with our actions, they seemed quite dangerous. I doubted it was just a brave boy on a test of courage who had happened across us and decided to help out. Their actions were just too perfect and it felt like we couldn’t even track down a slight trace of their presence.

For example, if someone happened across a fire and ran into the burning building to save a child trapped inside, they wouldn’t think about covering their tracks by wearing gloves, wrapping a towel around their mouth, keeping their hair inside a hat, and wearing a mask to catch any saliva.

And today had been nowhere near peaceful enough to unconditionally trust someone who was following us while hiding their identity.

Who had gone to the trouble of unlocking all the basement doors?

I was extremely curious about that, but…

“I don’t want to have to redo all this because the Class Rep gets captured again. Whoever it was probably saw that we went out of our way to return her to normal instead of defeating her, so they might think of taking her hostage if they have business with us.”

The abandoned hospital’s Ghost management program had showed no sign of understanding that, but this was probably a human or Archenemy. They would probably easily come up with the idea of capturing me or the Class Rep before trying to deal with my vampire older sister or zombie little sister.

“Hey, Onii-chan, about that…”

“Yes. When the range of activity is set, like with the Polish Vampire Princess, taking Class Rep-chan back to her home is enough to guarantee her safety, but wouldn’t that be meaningless if that isn’t the case? I bet they would just break into her house and kidnap her there.”

“Oh, honestly! Wasn’t there some traditional rule about vampires not being able to enter houses without permission!?”

“Well, yes,” admitted Erika. “But we don’t know what kind of Archenemy we’re dealing with here. If they’re a werewolf or skeleton, that does us no good.”

“And we don’t even know it’s an Archenemy,” added Ayumi. “It might be a normal human who’s a normal murderer.”

Dammit, that means I can’t relax yet! Whoever it was knew what we looked like and we didn’t know the same about them. So if we let them get away here, they could attack us at any time afterwards. Would we be safe at home? Would our schools get caught up in this mess? Would my parents or sisters be safe when they went out? Would we have to worry about that forever and ever? Screw that!!

“Change of plans. Let’s settle all of this tonight. Leaving anything undone will only lead to trouble.”

But playing a game of hide-and-seek against a single person in the large Peace Committee Convalescent Hospital would be difficult. For one thing, they had no reason to stay in the abandoned hospital. If they sensed danger, they would probably think of retreating. I had Maxwell and Laplace, but our manpower was enough to count on a single hand. I had even destroyed the controls for the hospital’s deadly motocross bikes, so I couldn’t use their cameras now. Even just watching the exits would be difficult and splitting up could easily lead to one of us being attacked. That was a real concern for an intellectual type like me or for the Class Rep with her regained humanity.

If we were going to split up, we would have to place Erika and Ayumi on separate teams, place me on one team, and place the Class Rep on the other. Any other way would leave us with a non-Archenemy human team and that would lead to either death or abduction.

It was that or search as one big group. One big group was safest, but we would naturally make more noise that way and the search would take longer. And it could easily lead to the foolish situation where the target of our search fled through the back entrance while we were searching from the front.

What would we do?

What was I supposed to choose?

“User.”

But before I made up my mind, Maxwell interrupted with an SNS speech bubble.

“I have detected some concerning movement on a video sharing site. I doubt it is unrelated to the current situation.”

“A video sharing site…?”

The first possibility that came to mind was the unseen person filming us using a digital video camera or smartphone. But what for? Assuming they were human, were they revealing Erika and Ayumi’s ridiculous fighting skill to the world so they would look like a threat? …That might have stirred up the masses half a year before, but it wouldn’t work now. After all, it was just a few days ago that the Colosseum had turned Archenemy battles into a major show business and broadcast them nationally. Some of it had even swept across the world via the internet. It was true that Archenemy battles were impressive, but everyone was already accustomed to them. And as seen from the Bright Cross’s collapse, the current trend was to see Archenemies as victims more than anything. Uploading a video meant to inspire a bigoted negative impression would only get the poster attacked in the comments.

I gathered my thoughts and explained them to Maxwell, but his…no, her response was a surprising one.

“No. That is not the intent here.”

“What?”

I frowned. What else was there? Could they be trying to make Maxwell into a threat? Whatever the case, I used my smartphone to check the video in question.

There might have been more videos than there were people on this planet, but Maxwell guided me to one with a red circle indicating rapidly rising popularity.

It was titled “A Round of Applause is in Order”.

We all gathered around and stared at the smartphone. It did indeed show the Peace Committee Convalescent Hospital. It was terribly grainy and blurry due to using night-vision, but what was being said plainly reached our ears.

However, the focus was not on my vampire older sister or my zombie little sister. Nor was it the Dhampir-ized Class Rep or Maxwell the disaster environment simulator.

“…Then I’ll create one.”

It was me.

I didn’t know who, but someone was focused on me, a human, for some unknown reason.

“I’m already living with Erika and Ayumi. There’s no problem there! So there has to be something! The answer is right there next to me; I just need to give it a name and a form!! It won’t be a society where everyone fears the death penalty and it won’t be a society where you think like you’re making all your decisions but even the color of your underwear was decided for you! It will be something kinder, more just, and more normal!! There has to be a way for humans and the undead to get along!!”

But why?

What value was there in this naïve-sounding exchange of words? Wouldn’t it be far more worthwhile to introduce the lifestyle or traits of Archenemies?

“Do it, Maxwell. I regret destroying the Bright Cross without thinking it through, but I’ve still decided to keep moving forward. I won’t stop even if it means blowing away that absolute guidance society! So do it!! Clean this planet of that method where someone sits in their throne and looks arrogantly down on everyone else!!”

I couldn’t figure it out no matter how much I looked into the details.

But the answer came from a surprising place. In order to view every centimeter of the video with my eyes as wide as dinner plates, I had turned the comments off. But once I replayed the video with them on, a flood of words rushed in.

“Well said!!”

“I’ve been keeping a low profile and hiding that I’m a yeti this whole time, but I’m done with that. I feel like this new age is one I can live in.”

“That was a close one, nyah. I was just about to give up on humans.”

“I feel like we can trust this one, don’t you?”

“I mean, he’s the same guy who tore down the Colosseum and rescued the trapped Archenemies the other day.”

“Kyah! I want his babies!”

“He’s gotta be a giant kraken or something.”

“In all seriousness, I want him to act as an international representative. Could he maybe get involved in all of our troubles with humans? Like some kind of ambassador or something?”

“Japanese highschools is crazy! All wizards and psychics! I very very love!!”

“If you can type in Japanese, why can you only use such broken Japanese?”

“That’s obviously because she’s actually a short, bob-cut kimono girl who’s very shy. Open your inner eye and reach enlightenment, Warrior of July.”

“The best part is how he doesn’t choose to support just humans or just Archenemies.”

“For humans and the undead, he wants to reward the good ones and punish the bad ones. Honestly, why can’t all the other supposedly smart people do something so simple?”

“I cried when the boy refused to give up on the half-Archenemy girl and continued looking for the coffin! (sob)”

“Although he is something of a pervert.”

“They do say great men enjoy sensual pleasures.”

“That saying is the perfect example of how the winners justify their own actions.”

“It’d be a little too heavy if he went the self-sacrifice route and asked to be bitten too, so this is about the perfect distance to keep.”

“I want to call him colonel.”

“But he doesn’t have a beret, eyepatch, or cigar!”

“Colonel!”

“Colonel!!”

“Wait, it’s already spreading!?”

…

…

…

“…What the hell is this?”

I felt like I was viewing the commotion from the outside. Was it really me at the center of all that? Being buried in anonymous comments made me feel as distant as someone on the other side of the planet. No, it was as grotesquely hard to accept as learning a Martian was walking around in a disguise that made him indistinguishable from a human. Was that really Amatsu Satori? Where had “I” gone!?

“The video was meant to…raise Satori-kun up as a hero…?”

The Class Rep gave voice to her confusion.

And surprisingly, it was Ayumi who provided further information.

“No. This might be more than just the video. The entire abandoned hospital incident was used to lionize Onii-chan.”

“So it’s meant to gather all the world’s Archenemies around Satori-kun?” asked Erika. “No, it might not be that simple. If they increase his reputation and then make a show of killing him, the shock will be even greater the more people have gathered around him. And that confusion could lead to Archenemies rioting all across the world at the same time.”

Either way, this was bad.

It was a mystery how the video’s uploader wanted the world to view me, but it was only a matter of time before this information matured and settled into the public consciousness. You had to strike while the iron was hot, but you had to let it cool once you were done. That meant whoever was hiding in the convalescent hospital had finished their job with this. They had no more reason to stick around, so they would escape without leaving any hint behind.

“Maxwell! Who uploaded the video? I’m sure it was passed through several proxy servers like usual, but work your way to the source anyway. Do you think you can get through it all?”

“Sure. Do not underestimate the processing power of the system you yourself built.”

Theoretically, no route was completely untraceable. If it was, you couldn’t get data from Point A to Point B. When a drama or movie said that something had been passed through foreign servers, that was not a technical limitation. It was mostly saying that several countries’ judicial branches would be involved, and that was a pain to work with. Not every country had signed international treaties ensuring cooperation on criminal investigations and things got even harder when it involved politically untouchable routes such as embassies or military satellites. If a single country’s police tried to trace the signal on their own, they would never find the answer.

However.

Those barriers meant nothing when it came to Maxwell who would not ask for permission in the first place.

“…Fiber optic cable is used to travel around the planet a total of four times and it makes a jump using five civilian zombie computers infected with a remote-control virus, but this is likely the origin point. I doubt there is anything further than this.”

At times like this, Maxwell did a perfect job since she was not led astray by emotion.

Meanwhile, I was driven to confusion by the result she gave me.

“What is this, Maxwell? Are you sure this wasn’t just a relay point?”

“Sure. This is the origin point.”

“You’re…kidding.”

No one moved.

The divulged name was displayed at the center of my smartphone screen. It came from the contract information for the smartphone used to post the video.

Amatsu Yurina.

My…stepmom…from the remarriage…?

Part 2

At first, I had honestly not gotten along well with the stepmother who had brought Erika and Ayumi with her. She had been too young to think of as a mother, but too old to think of as a big sister. She was beautiful and kind, but that was what made it so hard to judge the distance between us. I always got nervous around her and waited for her to speak to me first, so I had to have been a pain-in-the-ass kid for someone who married into the family. Although she always played with me without showing any displeasure with my behavior.

And my trouble with her had probably been rooted in the fact that there was another woman who the word “mom” more readily brought to mind.

My difficulties with her had vanished for an incredibly self-serving reason: parents day at school. That beautiful and kind mother’s age was hard to judge and she could even pass for college-aged if she tried, so she became the talk of our class and, for some reason, that improved my standing. While the other classmates’ parents found her embarrassing and criticized her use of perfume or wearing a pearl necklace, she had stood proudly tall and created a bright presence.

I had been proud to call her my mom.

A child’s greed is a frightening thing indeed.

…To be honest, it’s the same with Erika and Ayumi, but when I look back, I feel like that could have ended very badly – perhaps even in an outright disaster – if that forehead glasses Class Rep hadn’t been by my side. In that way, I was thankful for having a normal person as a childhood friend. I was glad I liked her, as embarrassing as that was to admit!!

“But why would my stepmom do that…?”

I didn’t understand.

So even though we had the answer, I began searching for a way to reject it.

“O-oh, right. Maxwell, this only means it came from her phone, right? So maybe someone stole it. They could have chosen it intentionally to confuse us…”

“No. Miss Amatsu Yurina dislikes having to memorize a passcode, so she generally uses biometric authorization: fingerprint, vein pattern, retina, earhole, etc… Each and every one of them is difficult to reproduce.”

“There might be an Archenemy that can do that, right!? Maybe they can freely change their appearance!!”

They were all part of my family, but this felt different from when it had looked like my sisters had turned against me. My image of an adult had been shaken. That was a powerful shock for a kid. During adolescence and during a rebellious phase, you might say adults don’t play fair and teachers are out to get you, but actually seeing it for yourself was entirely different. It was…yes, it was exactly the same as back then. I had believed my family was entirely safe and there was nothing to worry about, but I had realized too late that things had cooled to the breaking point between my parents and it felt like all of those happy memories were being rejected.

The creeping premonition of collapse was enough for me to freeze up. I felt dizzy, I had trouble breathing, and an awfully cold sweat continually flowed from my forehead.

I felt like this went far beyond a sibling quarrel. The peace that supported my lifestyle was being threatened. Would it collapse again? Would I lose it all again? I couldn’t bear that! I didn’t want to see my family divided up as strangers over and over!!

“…”

Meanwhile.

Maxwell must have decided there was no convincing me with words because she did something else. She selected a familiar number from my smartphone’s address book and made a call.

Yes.

I’ll say that again: a call.

The melody of a perfectly ordinary pop song played so lightly I could barely hear it.

It seemed to seep out of the darkness and from the abandoned hospital as a whole. But that was enough to feel like the word “home” was falling apart via Gestaltzerfall. It hit me directly in the heart instead of the center of my head. My chest ached like I had stepped out the front door and immediately found a dump truck approaching me from head-on.

She was there.

In the darkness.

“Yurina…-san…?”

I wasn’t sure what to call her and I oddly reverted to the more distant form of address from shortly after the remarriage. My mind continued to reject it, but my heart had already accepted this fear. And my subconscious was probably telling me to re-judge my distance from her.

I could have sworn I heard laughter from that highly viscous darkness.

She was a little taller than the average woman. Her white body had an even more ample build than Erika’s. Her long, fluffy red hair was tied back with a hair tie. She wore a blouse so thin her black bra showed through and jeans so tight the shape of her butt showed through. That alone gave her a casual look and anyone would have believed it if they were told she was a college girl, but wearing an apron on top of that really made her look like a homemaker. She was a strange person.

But.

That ordinary appearance was what made her feel so out of place in somewhere as out of the ordinary as the Peace Committee Convalescent Hospital. Her presence felt even creepier than taking a group photo and finding there were too many legs in the picture.

Just like back then, the look on her face was soft but somewhat troubled and very, very kind.

And she spoke with a comforting voice.

“Oh? You can show your affection by calling me ‘mom’ if you want.”

Part 3

This was no time for a belligerent smile over finally facing a formidable foe. Why was she here? What was she doing? What was that video for? How was she involved in the relationship between humans and Archenemies? I had so many questions for her, but I couldn’t even get my tongue to move.

My vision seemed to waver and then I noisily collapsed to the floor. To the others, it would have looked like a guy collapsing from shock just because his young stepmother spoke kindly to him. And the girl I had feelings for was watching. It had to have looked comically pathetic. If our classmates learned about it, I could hardly complain when they gave me some cruel nickname.

But that was my limit.

The core of my heart really had been torn apart.

And because they too were family, Erika and Ayumi understood my pain and exploded before I could.

“What the hell are you doing, you old haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag!!!???”

“What the hell are you doing, you old haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag!!!???”

With explosive sounds on the left and right, all the benches left in the lobby were blown away. A zombie and vampire were representative Archenemies which could threaten a city, country, or even continent depending on how they used their powers. And now they had given into their anger and were charging forward.

But.

And yet…!?

“Oh, dear.”

Her voice was as gentle as someone thinking of leaving for the local supermarket and noticing it had started to rain a little.

That was all.

“Wha-…!?”

Erika’s body spun vertically through the air. Her gothic lolita dress and gorgeous blonde ringlet curls danced in a circle after a moment’s delay. And my redheaded stepmom, Amatsu Yurina, didn’t even bother watching her daughter fall. She instead grabbed a surprised Ayumi’s collar as the zombie girl tried to slip in from below.

“Uuh!!”

She then forcefully spun herself around on her support leg and threw Ayumi’s small body into the air behind her like part of the hammer throw.

The two sisters collided in midair and collapsed to the dirty floor without any real preparation for the impact. A horrifically loud noise burst out. Amatsu Yurina probably could have attacked them again as they struggled to get back up, but she intentionally wasted that opportunity. As if to say she could supply a finishing blow at any time.

And the action she took instead was simple.

She turned around.

That monster with a blouse so thin her black bra showed through and jeans so tight the shape of her butt showed through faced me where I still lay pathetically collapsed on the floor.

“…Who the hell are you…!?”

“I am Amatsu Taizou’s wife and Amatsu Satori’s mother. I am the homemaker who works part time as a cashier and whose name is known at the afternoon mama’s club. And that name is…Amatsu Yurina! Tah dah!!”

Yeah, right

There was no way she could be summed up like that!

Even if a zombie and vampire were most powerful when it came to infectiousness, they each had ten or twenty times the strength of a human. They clearly weren’t an opponent a normal human could take on barehanded!!

I would have found it more convincing to hear this was a Little Grey from Mars wearing a disguise identical to my stepmom!!

No.

Wait.

She looked oddly young to call my mother. She had the abnormal physical strength to defeat a zombie and vampire at the same time. And more importantly, she had arrived along with two Archenemy “daughters”.

It couldn’t be.

You’re kidding, right? It just can’t be!

“You…”

“Heh heh. Are you trying to talk back to your mother? Are you going through a rebellious phase, Satori? If so, I welcome it. You were a little too obedient during middle school, so I was honestly worried. Now, let’s communicate to our heart’s content via punches and kicks. Can you draw out your mother’s ssssexy losing voice?”

“You were an Archenemy!? Mom!?”

“Archenemy. These days, that term is widely used to refer to the highly infectious undead, but did you know it originally referred to demon lords in general?”

Amatsu Yurina grinned.

And this was a fierce, seductive, coquettish, and dangerous smile I had never seen from her before.

“If Lilith, the mother of all succubi, meets your definition, then I would have to answer yes to that question.”

Part 4

What-

…memories are break-

My mind…can’t keep-

“Khah!?”

“Agh!!”

I didn’t know how many times it was now, but my mind refocused on reality when I heard Erika and Ayumi’s cries of pain. What had happened since then? Either my memories were too mixed up or they had taken too many unrealistic actions because I couldn’t sort anything out no matter how much I went back over the information in my head.

Whatever the case, we were no match for her.

Erika and Ayumi kept trying to attack Amatsu Yurina, but each time, they were defeated as easily as taking candy from a baby. I clenched my teeth, stood up, and raised a meaningless cry as I charged toward her. Even now, my stepmom with her long fluffy red hair tied back with a hair tie did not hit me. She simply reached out her slender hand and gently stroked my cheek. That caused something to happen and I found myself spinning wildly like I was caught in a tornado. Then I fell onto my back, knocking the breath out of me. Lilith.

That was Adam’s first wife and the demon lord of infanticide and sex. She was a top ranker who had given birth to a great many demons and brought chaos to the world. Not only was she strong on her own, but she had filled the world with demons on the level of Azazel. And in Azazel’s case, the entire world had ultimately needed to be swept clean with Noah’s Ark and the deluge. That was the extent to which Lilith could contaminate the earth.

Of course.

I didn’t want to believe anything as ridiculous as a major player like that taking physical form and living on this tiny island nation!

“…”

The Class Rep may have been the calmest one throughout. Maybe even more so than my stepmom. Because she was not part of the family…no, because she had seen the chaos of the divorce from the house next door, she may have avoided having the blood rush to her head.

“Ma’am? Does that mean that…Satori-kun’s father didn’t know anything…?”

“Oh, c’mon, Class Rep-chan. That man saw through it the moment we met: ‘Quit feigning innocence, demon lord.’ Oh, we had quite the fistfight after that. But I met a wonderful man thanks to it. That dreamer seriously hoped for the coexistence of humans and Archenemies even as he worked as a Bright Cross researcher. That noble soul was just about crushed between his personal feelings and the organization’s demands!! Ohh, how could I not find him so very adorable? The next thing I knew, I couldn’t keep away from him. Oh, sorry. A woman like me shouldn’t be getting so worked up. You don’t want to hear me talk about my husband, do you? Oh ho ho ho ho.”

She laughed casually, but I dug my fingernails into the dirty floor.

It had happened again. She had just revealed a hidden side to another member of my family. My dad worked for the Bright Cross? He was on the side that had made Erika and Ayumi suffer? I’d never heard a word about that!!

When I turned toward my sisters like a fierce dog on a chain, they refused to look me in the eye.

They had known. Even if just in part.

They had suspected their mom was some kind of Archenemy and that my dad visited that research facility.

I was the only one.

Dammit! I was the only one in the dark!!

“Don’t give me that look, Satori. While that man was innocently researching Archenemies at grad school, he was ensnared by a dangerous and exploitative corporation before he realized what was happening. Even inside the Bright Cross, he was part of the moderate faction that was constantly insisting they improve their treatment of Archenemies. Even though it made him an outcast and the much younger members laughed at him. …And he did receive his punishment. When a portion of the Bright Cross’s deeds came to light, it created a devastating fissure between him and his beloved. Knowing his own actions had torn his happy family apart was so very, very painful for him.”

“…”

What was this?

I had no complaints about my current home environment. I was glad Erika and Ayumi were a part of my family. I really was.

But on that day when my other mom had disappeared, it had felt like she no longer loved me and only saw me as a nuisance when she turned her back on me at the front door. But my family falling apart had all been…had all been…!!

“How much…how much do the two of you need to screw with my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife!?”

I had given up on moving, but now a disconcerting straining sound came from it. I had no idea how much stress I was placing on my body, but I managed to stand up.

Meanwhile, the demon in a blouse so thin her black bra showed through and jeans so tight the shape of her butt showed through lightly waved her index finger.

“Now, now, Satori. You are the hero of forgiveness. You’re the hope of all Archenemies who will bind humans and the undead together. Don’t get angry and clench that fist you barely know how to use. Not only will you ruin what I set up for you, but you’ll hurt your hand. When a beginner pushes themselves too far, they’ll end up breaking their own fingers.”

“Shut…up.”

“Satori, if you want to challenge your mother, then either use an openhanded blow or bring a weapon. Look, copy my hand here. Just hold it out like this and focus on shifting the strength from your legs to your hips.”

“Shut uuuuup!! What is with all this!? What are you trying to get us to do!?”

“You have to ask?” Archenemy Lilith actually looked a little taken aback. “The world is going to end soon, so I thought it would be nice to make some rescue preparations ahead of time. Y’know, like building a giant ark before the flood.”

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What?

What, why, what?

What did she just say…!?

“Huh? You mean you hadn’t caught on? But there were so many signs. And, Satori, you were so delighted when you built that big disaster environment simulator all on your own. So why couldn’t you predict something as obvious as this Calamity?”

With her tone, she might as well have been asking me why I didn’t do my summer homework sooner.

But wait.

Wait just a second!!

“What are you trying to start here!?”

“Like I was saying, we’re simply constructing the Absolute Noah in preparation for the upcoming ruin. Oh, and just to be clear,