Liberi Reader

......

There you are.

How long was I asleep? Feels like I barely got any rest before I found myself awake.

Uhh... Not long... But...

No need to force yourself. I know it hurts when you talk.

These lowly monsters leave plenty of blood behind, so let's use that to write instead.

Time passes too slowly. I barely slept at all, but my dreams felt even longer than all the decades behind us...

Is it time we gave up then? It's been a long, long while since young Jamie and the old chef left us. Should we follow them?

...Chief Mate, this is our ship. Our ideals.

Sooner or later, we'll lose even the strength to walk. But that won't happen to her. Not the Stultifera Navis.

That cigar-chomping engineer was right. Even if we all die, this ship will never sink.

Today... is just another twenty-four hours in one long, unending day.

... (Scrawls some words using the blood of Sea Terrors)

Don't... give up?

Hah! Look at what you've become. I can't even see your sea-blue eyes anymore. Wouldn't you rather be set free?

(Scrawls) I am your chief mate.

......

For... your sake...

Hush, easy now.

Thank you, Garcia. No matter what you turn into, the bond between us will never change.

(Nods)

Trash. You're worth even less than the weed that washed ashore in Sal Viento. That woman was merely creating a smokescreen.

The ocean boasts no changes to speak of.

......Gla-dia......

...I want to see. Are you free?

......

Friends are here. They are trapped. Need help. Should be returned to our kin's embrace.

Many friends have died here. But Parents. Will not let them die. I must save them.

Even if you can speak with that ugly mug of yours, that's no surprise to anyone.

Return to the great sea. No need to fight.

We go, together—

I've already grown tired of your prattling. Time to end you.

...Gla-dia, will you prey on me?

If you feed on me, will that make you stronger? More full of life?

Will it help the scales on your neck grow and spread, and return you to your proper form?

—!

I sever... this flesh. Consume it.

If you need more, I give you more. I will give you everything.

...We will meet again soon.

The smell of the sea... and of blood. The smell of Hunters. Aboard the ship? And I didn't notice it until I got this close?

Impossible!

What... What do we do now?

Never expected there'd be people alive here. I thought we'd get the ship back just by killing some Sea Terrors. The Captain made it sound so simple.

......

What are you looking at, Specter?

The mirror.

Did you know, Skadi? Even as we speak, when I look at myself in this mirror, I start to remember so many things that I'd forgotten.

A darkened dome. A hundred-meter tall sculpture. An aquamarine-colored opera hall. A waterfall pouring crystals of ice. What is this place, Skadi?

...Your home.

My home... I remember now.

Writhing flesh climbing all over that statue. It collapses with a thunderous thud.

I remember these things, but... But I've never experienced them.

Dunno. I only know it from hearing you talk about where you used to live, which fell into ruin long ago. Long before I met you.

Maybe you only saw the report later on.

Can we save the chatter for some other time?!

Were we planning to chase down those two Seaborn, or are we seizing control of the ship while they're not around and, uh, sailing it back?

If the survivors haven't managed it in sixty years, somehow I doubt we could figure it out ourselves.

Just be patient. The squad leader will figure something out... Ugh.

Specter! What's wrong?

Just... a little dizzy.

I just remembered... what they did to me. I...

Wait.

I saw her just now in Gran Faro...?

She was willing to talk to me. She was full of hypocrisy, blowing hot and cold, but she...

She's here.

What... You mean more survivors?

No, an enemy. One who can cross the sea and board this vessel, which is more than enough to identify them.

Let's split up. Where will you go?

I...

......

I am an Iberian Inquisitor. It is my duty to ensure that this ship returns to Iberia's hands.

I'll go after that— after Alfonso!

(Slithers away hastily)

Gahh—!

Oh, don't you worry, Garcia. We'll catch up soon enough.

When those ignorant Ægirs wounded it, it went up through Victoria, and past Bolívar. From there, it could only climb up onto the deck, then dive into the sea.

This ship is not at its beck and call.

...Leithanien. When we were young, we visited that country along with some other officers. Do you still remember?

The twisted faces of those Kurfürsten were enough to turn stomachs. But they understood how to respect Arts, which was a mind-boggling revelation...

Hmm...?

Today's been a good day. We saw quite a few living people. Hope they get out quickly though.

Go. Go to 'Leithanien,' Garcia. Go play the scores you used to love so much.

Breathe some life into the hunt, my love.

(Nods)

—!

Hrgh—!

You, are not scaleless. Do you need food?

(Encircling slithering sounds)

Sufficient nutrition. But these waters, are still incomplete. The Cycle has not yet been built, and living things die in vain.

We must hurry—

—Why? Hunting, meaningless. There is something we must do, a duty to our kin.

How many does that make now? Lost track after ten. When'd you monsters learn how to talk?

Ohh... No, I remember you, little one. When we ate your parents, you and your litter were nearby, watching.

Back then, you were the weakest of the lot. Pathetic runt.

We are bound by blood. You hunt and eat us, you will become us. Just as our Parents hunted you, and then became hunted by you.

If the right conditions can trigger your evolution, then how do we make you more palatable? Your flesh, that is.

To hunt is to survive. There is no good or evil in the hunt.

That's too bad then.

The scent trail... ends here.

He led me here. This smell...

......

Breogan... Where did you hide your secrets?

(Why would this ship be built like a palace?! Most of it is decorative, and there are even sculptures.)

(No, that's not all. Both the sculptures and the patterned carpets have been cleaned. Even under these conditions?)

...Someone's playing the piano?

It's coming from over here!

......!

(It's that Seaborn that was next to Alfonso! But what is it doing here?)

(Cheerfully slaps at the piano)

Ugh, what a ruckus... It's just pounding away at the keyboard with no rhyme or reason.

(Alfonso isn't here... Did he go after the Seaborn? Why is his chief mate here alone then?)

(Well, I won't worry about it for now.)

—What?

(That melody just now, was that a coincidence? It certainly looks like it's only randomly smashing the keys.)

(No... It stopped?)

......

...The seashore... O, the seashore...

Farewell to heroes... and... great men...

—

—! Hiss...!

Just now, you weren't just randomly hitting keys...?

That... passage you played. An Iberian military song...? You... how?

Urgh...!

......

.........

You...

Y-You're still conscious? Do you still have memories of being human? Do you know who you are?

But, no... You're already fully transformed. The Inquisition has dealt with cultists like that before. There's no reversing it.

......

Wh-What are you planning? What are you doing with your hand?!

(Carefully places its hand atop Irene's head)

What... What is the meaning of this?

......

You... If you truly retain a shred of your humanity...

But how, after all these years...?

—!

Cap... tain...

Wh-What's happening?!

Wait!

Hunt, feed. But that is not what you are doing. Your goal is constantly changing. Shaking. Yes, shaking.

Tch.

You should just keep playing your piano, Garcia. You don't need to be touching these—

(Lightly shakes head)

...Hah.

Then sink your teeth into it. Its body is changing. Finish it now.

You are... not hungry.

Why?

...Leave. We will meet again.

Garcia!

—!

...Are you hurt, my good chief mate? Or were you distracted by our uninvited guests?

......

...If you still have room for emotions in your heart, then that is proof enough that you're still human. Remember young Jamie's last words? 'I have no remorse, no regrets, and no fear.'

Only when you truly feel nothing will you lose the right to call yourself human.

Don't worry. The next hunt will be quick, and as always, it WILL return.

...... (Nods)

What's wrong?

(Lightly shakes head)

Herald.

...Kin. Scaleless?

You are badly wounded. A newborn like you should not have been in a hurry to board this ship.

Kin are here. In need of help.

Indeed, true enough. But you've been hurt. Though they are kin, they do not welcome you.

They have not yet accepted their identity. They are still lost and confused.

Accept? Identity?

...You do not need to understand. These waters are still incomplete. Perhaps you will have to further perfect yourself before you can lead our entire kind.

Need time. And nutrition.

And I've come to give you both.

That blasphemous sea captain slaughtered Sea Terrors for food, but used every means available to hinder the transformation. He's usurped pieces of the Cycle, yet refuses to be a part of it.

The flesh and blood of those offspring rightfully belonged to you. Those nutrients were meant to be yours. This ship has delayed the birth of a brand new ecosystem.

Please do not abandon me, Herald. In due time, all of Terra will become one and the same with the Nest.

......

I do not abandon. Kin.

I need time. But not much more.

I will be back. We will meet again.

I could have sworn you were going to rush over and kill us.

Should I be thanking you, Ulpianus?

I can kill something like whenever I want. It's even weaker than Quintus.

How patient of you.

Gladiia also tried to infiltrate the Church of the Deep in Sal Viento, hoping to get something out of them. Of course, she was a poor fit, given her personality.

And here I was thinking that none of you were a good fit. Or are you saying you're special?

You're getting less and less tight-lipped of late.

......

Heh. I suppose there's really no rhyme or reason for when you decide to keep quiet, Ulpianus.

Don't use my given name so casually, Liberi. You don't understand the weight behind it.

We are enemies.

Oh, we both know you've already abandoned that notion, deep in your heart. Of course, you might still hold some 'enmity.'

Like a lost and famished traveler who stumbles on a frozen, starving mangler-beast in the mountains.

......

Did whatever Breogan left behind satisfy your imagination?

Far from it.

The Seaborn have existed for even longer than the Ægir. For their history to be turned upside-down, there must be something behind it.

If you care about the word of God, then so be it. The Seaborn are not gods, nor are their forefathers.

I have seen how your gods die, their screams coursing through the currents, their flesh and blood smeared across abyssal ravines. As the clan hovered overhead, I plunged into the unknown depths of Ægir's territory.

I've seen it with my own eyes. Enough to shatter all the beliefs I'd held thus far. Afterwards, I will rebuild it. Ægir will be lifted up once more.