Volume 2, Episode 2
"Kneel."
With the extracted pistol pointed at Moore, the girl, Shuen, maintained her disrespectful attitude as she spoke.
From the beginning, she had immediaely taken a dislike to him.
When she saw his haughty expression in the photo attached to the materials she obtained, she formed such an impression. Now, seeing him in person, that feeling had intensified.
Firstly, she was displeased because he was too tall, making her feel looked down upon.
He was facing someone of her own status, after all. She had planned to discipline him through the use of force, expecting him to show an appropriate posture.
What further irritated her was that despite having the gun pointed at him, he still maintained an attitude as if dealing with a tantrum-throwing child.
He sighed and raised both hands slightly as if to say "Oh well."
"Commander!"
"Don't intervene."
Despite the hostile gaze of the scrap metal duo directed at Shuen, the girl with the gun, she continued to prompt him to kneel while holding the gun's barrel toward the floor, her chest puffed out.
Raising both hands slightly, he slowly got down on both knees in response. Shuen felt quite pleased to easily bring a grown man taller than herself to submission.
Now, how should she handle this...-----
"By the way... is it alright for you to be this close?"
"Huh?"
Shuen didn't catch what he had just said.
In that moment of thought, Moore, who had raised his hands slightly above his shoulders in a gesture of surrender, rotated his upper body and collided his left elbow with Shuen's gripping hand that held the gun.
Noticing the gun barrel deflect significantly, he used both hands to restrain Shuen's wrist and the gun's slide. Now, even if she pulled the trigger, the bullet wouldn't be fired from the barrel.
He twisted her wrist while aiming the gun barrel at the girl's face. In response to the fear and pain, Shuen involuntarily released her grip on the gun.
The gun was taken from her, and Moore swiftly manipulated the slide, ejecting the bullet, and then loaded the next round into the chamber. This was the procedure for ensuring a reliable shot.
As he aimed the gun barrel he held at Shuen, she grimaced in pain from the wrist twist.
"Y-You...! Do you even know who I am...!?"
"----The CEO of Misilis, right?"
His attitude seemed to convey "So what?" Shuen was taken aback and soon, rage began to well up.
She had never experienced such an insult before, not even once.
"Still, you were the one who aimed the gun first. I apologize for instinctively reacting to that, but I request your understanding. Your finger was on the trigger."
Is it possible to disarm her so easily? Moore's stunning actions of swiftly taking the gun from Shuen's hand raised confusions inside Rapi, Anis, and Neon.
Shuen, after giving up the gun that had ended up in Moore's hands, turned her gaze to Mihara, who had been waiting nearby.
"Mihara! Exchange with him!"
"Oh my... Shuen, he's a human being, you know?"
"Exchange it! Also, a gun!"
"Oh dear..."
When Shuen received another gun from Mihara, who was adorned in leather bondage attire with a sensuality that went too far for him, a blue wavelength was emitted from Mihara in response to her command.
What is she planning? Moore, for the time being, engaged the safety mechanism of the gun in his hand.
Conversely, Shuen's face twisted into a cruel joyous expression as she aimed the gun barrel she held — at Mihara's abdomen.
"Have you ever been shot? Feel it to the core!"
Swiftly, as soon as the girl disengaged the safety, she pulled the trigger consecutively, aiming for Mihara's abdomen.
Gunshots rang out within the building, accompanied by the sound of casings scattering on the floor —
"—...gh!"
— Moore's face contorted. A sensation akin to being pierced from the abdomen to the back coursed through him, bringing pain. Just that nonsensical action bring him to kness.
"Getting shot repeatedly like this...!----Mihara, what the hell !!? He's still looks fine!? I told you to exchange it!"
"I did, color me surprised."
Was it some sort of ability? It seemed that Moore, having sensed the pain that a Nikke adorned with bondage attire was supposed to feel, started walking.
To an onlooker, he might seem to be moving calmly. However, he was also genuinely feeling the pain. But it wasn't to the extent of passing out.
"...Stay back... Move away! I told you to get back!"
Shuen, who was growing increasingly panicked, continued to pull the trigger of the gun aimed at Mihara, but Moore remained unfazed. In fact, he approached the girl's front with a steady pace.
"M-Mihara! Shoot! Shoot HIM!"
"Nikkes cannot shoot humans. You do are aware of that, right?"
Her statement directly contradicted her order. Just after Mihara responded, Moore twisted Shuen's wrist and forcefully took the gun from her hand.
He removed the magazine, pulled the slide to eject the round from the chamber, and then roughly pressed the gun back into Mihara's ample chest.
"..Oh my~~..."
She had seen his photo in the materials and thought his face was relatively attractive. When his sharp eyes briefly met hers, she even felt a twinge of contraction in her lower abdomen.
(Tl notes: Dayum...she knows what she wants.)
"──CEO. Even if it might be termed an accidental discharge for a single shot... this can no longer be called an accidental discharge or misfire, right? Eleven shots hit me."
He stood before Shuen with a stoic expression, towering over the petite girl.
Though the pain was there, it was probably his consecutive displays of impolite behavior that exacerbated it. Blue veins appeared on his forehead, and his deep brown eyes narrowed.
— Recently, due to his busy schedule, he had been getting a bit short-tempered. He had reached a state somewhat akin to being easily irritated.
Hence, he had reached a reckless point, grabbing the collar of the CEO of a major corporation, one of the three major companies, and easily lifting her with one arm before pushing her against the wall.
"—Ugh...! H-Hey! Let go! Let go of me!! Are you crazy...?! Who do you think I am...!"
"...I must return your words to you, CEO. What do you think this place is? Who do you think I am?"
Shuen, who was lifted along with her petite body, clenched his hand gripping her collar and struck at it with a fist, but Moore didn't even flinch.
Eventually, he brought his face closer to hers.
The faint impact of their foreheads touching was felt within their skulls.
Despite this, Shuen still glared at him, refusing to give in. However, she noticed that the pupils, opened wide and glassy, seemed to exude a sense of inorganic coldness right before her eyes and nose.
"...This is the Forward Outpost. And I am the Commander here. Do you understand the significance?"
The girl had an "difficult" personality, but she was a genius. Thus, she grasped the meaning of his words.
— It's easy enough to render a human 'missing'. That's how those words sounded to Shuen's ears.
"Earlier, you asked if I've been shot before."
With a casual motion, he drew his own gun from the holster on his right leg.
If he cocked the hammer of the gun, he lightly tapped the girl's soft cheek a few times with the slide of the gun, making her conscious of the cold metallic presence.
"...It's an old gun, but it uses .45 caliber ammunition. This is the gun I used to dispose of the first batch of Nikke, my former subordinate. Naturally, it's effective against humans too. What do you think would happen if you were shot in the head with this? Actually, I haven't tried it yet myself."
"HIH...!!"
Not only did she keep her gaze fixed on the eyes devoid of any emotion from up close, but also the dull sound of the gun hitting through her temple, transmitting the unique coldness and sensation of the gun against her cheek to her brain via her skin, resonated.
Fear surged within her, and as she pondered what would happen to her from now on, anxiety causing tears to gather at the corners of her eyes —
Admidst this, the corners of his mouth loosened, forming a slight smile.
"I... I'm... sorry..."
"What are you apologizing for?"
"T-to you..."
"No, that's not it---You referred to my precious subordinate as 'scrap metal.' If you're apologizing, do it to her."
Prompted to apologize to Neon for her rudeness, Shuen had no choice but to put aside her arrogance up until that point and speak up.
"I... I'm... sorry..."
"I can't hear you~."
"I'm s-sorry...!"
"I SAID I CAN"T HEAR YOU!! PUT SOME FORCE TO YOUR WEAK ASS MOUTH!! SAY IT AGAIN!!"
"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!!!!"
The loud voice, as if coming from a boot camp or some kind of novice training facility, echoed through the building.
Unable to withstand the overwhelming intensity and repeatedly apologizing with a voice that sounded almost like a shriek, the girl had evidently crossed her limit. Tears flowed from her eyes, trickling down her exposed legs and forming liquid drops on the floor.
Eventually, as Shuen began to cry loudly, he sighed and gently lowered her to the floor.
The girl collapsed onto the floor as if her strength had been sapped, continuing to sob uncontrollably. Meanwhile, he put an unlit cigarette in his mouth, ignited it with an oil lighter, and let out a puff of purple smoke.
"...I messed up..."
As the sound of crying reverberated through the building, he gazed at the ceiling while exhaling smoke, contemplating what to do next.
Volume 2, Episode 2
"Kneel."
With the extracted pistol pointed at Moore, the girl, Shuen, maintained her disrespectful attitude as she spoke.
From the beginning, she had immediaely taken a dislike to him.
When she saw his haughty expression in the photo attached to the materials she obtained, she formed such an impression. Now, seeing him in person, that feeling had intensified.
Firstly, she was displeased because he was too tall, making her feel looked down upon.
He was facing someone of her own status, after all. She had planned to discipline him through the use of force, expecting him to show an appropriate posture.
What further irritated her was that despite having the gun pointed at him, he still maintained an attitude as if dealing with a tantrum-throwing child.
He sighed and raised both hands slightly as if to say "Oh well."
"Commander!"
"Don't intervene."
Despite the hostile gaze of the scrap metal duo directed at Shuen, the girl with the gun, she continued to prompt him to kneel while holding the gun's barrel toward the floor, her chest puffed out.
Raising both hands slightly, he slowly got down on both knees in response. Shuen felt quite pleased to easily bring a grown man taller than herself to submission.
Now, how should she handle this...-----
"By the way... is it alright for you to be this close?"
"Huh?"
Shuen didn't catch what he had just said.
In that moment of thought, Moore, who had raised his hands slightly above his shoulders in a gesture of surrender, rotated his upper body and collided his left elbow with Shuen's gripping hand that held the gun.
Noticing the gun barrel deflect significantly, he used both hands to restrain Shuen's wrist and the gun's slide. Now, even if she pulled the trigger, the bullet wouldn't be fired from the barrel.
He twisted her wrist while aiming the gun barrel at the girl's face. In response to the fear and pain, Shuen involuntarily released her grip on the gun.
The gun was taken from her, and Moore swiftly manipulated the slide, ejecting the bullet, and then loaded the next round into the chamber. This was the procedure for ensuring a reliable shot.
As he aimed the gun barrel he held at Shuen, she grimaced in pain from the wrist twist.
"Y-You...! Do you even know who I am...!?"
"----The CEO of Misilis, right?"
His attitude seemed to convey "So what?" Shuen was taken aback and soon, rage began to well up.
She had never experienced such an insult before, not even once.
"Still, you were the one who aimed the gun first. I apologize for instinctively reacting to that, but I request your understanding. Your finger was on the trigger."
Is it possible to disarm her so easily? Moore's stunning actions of swiftly taking the gun from Shuen's hand raised confusions inside Rapi, Anis, and Neon.
Shuen, after giving up the gun that had ended up in Moore's hands, turned her gaze to Mihara, who had been waiting nearby.
"Mihara! Exchange with him!"
"Oh my... Shuen, he's a human being, you know?"
"Exchange it! Also, a gun!"
"Oh dear..."
When Shuen received another gun from Mihara, who was adorned in leather bondage attire with a sensuality that went too far for him, a blue wavelength was emitted from Mihara in response to her command.
What is she planning? Moore, for the time being, engaged the safety mechanism of the gun in his hand.
Conversely, Shuen's face twisted into a cruel joyous expression as she aimed the gun barrel she held — at Mihara's abdomen.
"Have you ever been shot? Feel it to the core!"
Swiftly, as soon as the girl disengaged the safety, she pulled the trigger consecutively, aiming for Mihara's abdomen.
Gunshots rang out within the building, accompanied by the sound of casings scattering on the floor —
"—...gh!"
— Moore's face contorted. A sensation akin to being pierced from the abdomen to the back coursed through him, bringing pain. Just that nonsensical action bring him to kness.
"Getting shot repeatedly like this...!----Mihara, what the hell !!? He's still looks fine!? I told you to exchange it!"
"I did, color me surprised."
Was it some sort of ability? It seemed that Moore, having sensed the pain that a Nikke adorned with bondage attire was supposed to feel, started walking.
To an onlooker, he might seem to be moving calmly. However, he was also genuinely feeling the pain. But it wasn't to the extent of passing out.
"...Stay back... Move away! I told you to get back!"
Shuen, who was growing increasingly panicked, continued to pull the trigger of the gun aimed at Mihara, but Moore remained unfazed. In fact, he approached the girl's front with a steady pace.
"M-Mihara! Shoot! Shoot HIM!"
"Nikkes cannot shoot humans. You do are aware of that, right?"
Her statement directly contradicted her order. Just after Mihara responded, Moore twisted Shuen's wrist and forcefully took the gun from her hand.
He removed the magazine, pulled the slide to eject the round from the chamber, and then roughly pressed the gun back into Mihara's ample chest.
"..Oh my~~..."
She had seen his photo in the materials and thought his face was relatively attractive. When his sharp eyes briefly met hers, she even felt a twinge of contraction in her lower abdomen.
(Tl notes: Dayum...she knows what she wants.)
"──CEO. Even if it might be termed an accidental discharge for a single shot... this can no longer be called an accidental discharge or misfire, right? Eleven shots hit me."
He stood before Shuen with a stoic expression, towering over the petite girl.
Though the pain was there, it was probably his consecutive displays of impolite behavior that exacerbated it. Blue veins appeared on his forehead, and his deep brown eyes narrowed.
— Recently, due to his busy schedule, he had been getting a bit short-tempered. He had reached a state somewhat akin to being easily irritated.
Hence, he had reached a reckless point, grabbing the collar of the CEO of a major corporation, one of the three major companies, and easily lifting her with one arm before pushing her against the wall.
"—Ugh...! H-Hey! Let go! Let go of me!! Are you crazy...?! Who do you think I am...!"
"...I must return your words to you, CEO. What do you think this place is? Who do you think I am?"
Shuen, who was lifted along with her petite body, clenched his hand gripping her collar and struck at it with a fist, but Moore didn't even flinch.
Eventually, he brought his face closer to hers.
The faint impact of their foreheads touching was felt within their skulls.
Despite this, Shuen still glared at him, refusing to give in. However, she noticed that the pupils, opened wide and glassy, seemed to exude a sense of inorganic coldness right before her eyes and nose.
"...This is the Forward Outpost. And I am the Commander here. Do you understand the significance?"
The girl had an "difficult" personality, but she was a genius. Thus, she grasped the meaning of his words.
— It's easy enough to render a human 'missing'. That's how those words sounded to Shuen's ears.
"Earlier, you asked if I've been shot before."
With a casual motion, he drew his own gun from the holster on his right leg.
If he cocked the hammer of the gun, he lightly tapped the girl's soft cheek a few times with the slide of the gun, making her conscious of the cold metallic presence.
"...It's an old gun, but it uses .45 caliber ammunition. This is the gun I used to dispose of the first batch of Nikke, my former subordinate. Naturally, it's effective against humans too. What do you think would happen if you were shot in the head with this? Actually, I haven't tried it yet myself."
"HIH...!!"
Not only did she keep her gaze fixed on the eyes devoid of any emotion from up close, but also the dull sound of the gun hitting through her temple, transmitting the unique coldness and sensation of the gun against her cheek to her brain via her skin, resonated.
Fear surged within her, and as she pondered what would happen to her from now on, anxiety causing tears to gather at the corners of her eyes —
Admidst this, the corners of his mouth loosened, forming a slight smile.
"I... I'm... sorry..."
"What are you apologizing for?"
"T-to you..."
"No, that's not it---You referred to my precious subordinate as 'scrap metal.' If you're apologizing, do it to her."
Prompted to apologize to Neon for her rudeness, Shuen had no choice but to put aside her arrogance up until that point and speak up.
"I... I'm... sorry..."
"I can't hear you~."
"I'm s-sorry...!"
"I SAID I CAN"T HEAR YOU!! PUT SOME FORCE TO YOUR WEAK ASS MOUTH!! SAY IT AGAIN!!"
"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!!!!"
The loud voice, as if coming from a boot camp or some kind of novice training facility, echoed through the building.
Unable to withstand the overwhelming intensity and repeatedly apologizing with a voice that sounded almost like a shriek, the girl had evidently crossed her limit. Tears flowed from her eyes, trickling down her exposed legs and forming liquid drops on the floor.
Eventually, as Shuen began to cry loudly, he sighed and gently lowered her to the floor.
The girl collapsed onto the floor as if her strength had been sapped, continuing to sob uncontrollably. Meanwhile, he put an unlit cigarette in his mouth, ignited it with an oil lighter, and let out a puff of purple smoke.
"...I messed up..."
As the sound of crying reverberated through the building, he gazed at the ceiling while exhaling smoke, contemplating what to do next.
