Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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The longsword vanished again after a burst of sparks, and Rosalia slowly stepped forward, demonstrating her sincerity.

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Her petite body appeared so frail amidst the ruins, and she seemed unconcerned about her delicate skin being scratched by steel bars.

Amidst a chilling wind, the girl walked towards the dark, heavy armor—a truly abrupt scene.

Caught completely off guard, she only needed to lift the axe, combined with the weight of the coffin, to inflict a severe blow and break the deadlock.

"...I need to observe this candidate to make sure he is not a vicious criminal."

What is your definition of viciousness?

"..."

She herself was unsure how to define this heinous crime, whether it was a case of killing people without regard for their lives, or whether the motive, purpose, and method of the murder should be considered.

Perhaps that sounds a bit high-sounding, but for sinners and villains like them, the bottom line is inherently quite flexible...

For ordinary people, killing is not something to be taken lightly; it is certainly an evil act. But for another group of people, killing needs to be justified by motives and methods. Such people usually have killed before because they need a reason that they can accept.

Therefore, the definition of "extremely vicious" has changed from one to countless, requiring consideration of numerous factors, including personal subjective judgment...

"I will make the judgment, so please rest assured that I will not take his life easily."

Perhaps, this criterion is simply what the other person has given you...

“But…” Morse raised his battle axe again: “My business with the conductor is probably none of your concern, is it?”

Aither quickly stepped forward and stopped him: "Of course, dried tofu."

Her reaction puzzled Morse once again.

"why?"

“Because we need her,” Rosalia said helplessly. “She also needs to assist the King’s actions, and we are aware of your grudges with her, but I have to tell you now that the conductor has most likely developed humanity within that child.”

Before she could finish speaking, the axe blade and the coffin behind her plunged into the ground, sending up snowflakes and accompanied by a thunderous roar that chilled the heart.

"What makes you think the conductor has humanity? Even someone as cold-blooded as her?!"

She had witnessed firsthand the conductor's methods, how he used music to implant 21 personalities into one person's brain, causing that person to lie on the ground squealing like a pig, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, unable to control their bodily functions, and those intelligence copying and engraving techniques...

In Morse's mind, conductors were beings who could not be associated with so-called "humanity," and how could she be convinced by mere words?

“You may go and see for yourself, but in any case, the conductor must live.”

Rosalia frowned slightly; there was no room for negotiation.

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The howling wind was not caused by nature, but by the giant axe that swept past them.

A giant axe cleaved a building in two, causing it to collapse with a deafening roar. No one lived there, no one died; in the end, it was merely a powerless outburst...

The armor ultimately concealed her face, but the wielding giant axe was her face, and the fierce wind was the perfect image of ruthlessness in her eyes.

"I'll go see for myself..."

Having said that, Morse dragged his giant axe toward the border.

"Let's go together, it's too conspicuous to walk in like this."

"???!"

Before she could react, she was enveloped by a shadow...

In the end, only desolate ruins remained...

11 Return

"Breaking news, only reporting the true voice of the people."

"Today we're going to discuss the story of Schneider and her daughter, who survived the explosion. Be sure to watch until the end, you won't regret it! And don't forget to like and subscribe after you've finished watching!"

"Louise Schneider, as can be seen from the photos, has been loved for her beauty since her debut, but we have received inside information that she reportedly sacrificed herself and her daughter to the rebels..."

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"So you only found that one section of the score?"

After receiving the musical piece, the minister pondered it repeatedly, as if he truly possessed some artistic talent in music...

Rhea nodded: "Yes, we didn't find Krim himself. The only thing left at the scene was this piece of sheet music. But shortly after we found it, we were attacked by unknown people. Their target also seemed to be this piece of sheet music. I can reasonably deduce that there are other clues on this piece of sheet music."

After saying that, she glanced at Chris beside her and added, "Also, we found some black liquid and debris on the floor of the hotel room. The situation was urgent, and we haven't had time to confirm the composition of the substance yet..."

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"Tsk..." The minister looked displeased, and the musical instrument in his hand wrinkled slightly from the force he exerted.

"Previous investigations into Krim revealed that he seemed to have connections with the rebels, and even performed in rebel-occupied territory. Combined with your attack and the attackers' target... perhaps the puzzle can be pieced together. More active investigation is needed to uncover more about Krim's identity and details."

Um......

"But the most urgent task is to ensure the National Day celebrations are conducted well; there is no need for too many major actions."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chris turned her head to show her displeasure.

She was utterly disgusted by this matter; she simply couldn't understand what those people in power were thinking. To dare to hold such a large-scale event openly during a civil war was not a wise choice, whether for security or public opinion reasons.

Unless they anticipated the rebels would attack the ceremony, and then, at the cost of a few casualties, they accused the rebels to gain the upper hand in public opinion, but...

Would a country's leader resort to such methods?

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"Minister, won't this have a negative impact?" Rhea stated her opinion directly.

But the minister responded: "Undead... The reason I put you in charge of overseas missions is because you are too impulsive. Whenever the rebels are involved, you lose your rationality, which has already had a negative impact on us enough."

"..."

Despite her many complaints, Rhea could only remain silent, after all, what the other party said was true... but she felt no remorse for her actions.

"Alright, take the sheet music directly to the Security Bureau. I also have something to say to you about the Borema matter. Let's rest for today. As for how to handle this matter, we'll discuss it with the relevant people later."

After saying this, the minister put on his gloves and prepared to leave.

But before that, Rhea called her back again...

"and many more."

"Well, what else?"

The minister turned around, his expression quite grave.

"On my way back, I checked again, and the piece on the sheet music didn't appear in this year's National Day celebrations, which contradicts what I initially heard... and if I remember correctly..."

"You're right."

The minister leaned against the wooden door and answered her question: "That was your mother's unpublished piece. It was originally planned to be released on the day of the performance. As you know, it was a piece your mother wrote after she was caught up in the terrorist attacks by the rebels. Although your mother suffered from mental illness and was forgotten because of the civil war, the theme of the piece is still about peace."

“I know, my mom was in a stable mental state for a while...if it weren’t for those strange rumors.”

Rhea's hands clenched into fists, strong yet helpless.

"Don't dwell on this too much. It's fortunate that public opinion is on your mother's side, which is why anti-government groups have been suppressed. If it weren't for that incident twenty years ago, we would be living in completely different countries now."

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"I understand what you're saying, but I still can't forgive those damn rumor-mongers!"

A fierce glint flashed in Rhea's eyes; she wished she could rush out of the house immediately and tear those toxic people who spread rumors for the sake of popularity to shreds.

“...Alright,” the minister wasn’t an unreasonable person, “Let’s leave it at that for now. It’s all in the past, there’s nothing more to say. Go and rest.”

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"Miss Undead, are you alright? Why did the atmosphere feel so strange when you were talking to your superior?"

After the minister left, Chris finally spoke, the atmosphere of which made her feel very uncomfortable.

“Call me Rhea in front of them…” The undead lady she was referring to was currently looking very worried.

"We often do this; every time we talk on the phone, it's about very serious matters..."

"Life as a security agent is quite tough~"

Chris understood, but there was nothing to say, since they were never meant to be on the same boat.

"But Sergeant, why are you following me home?" Rhea finally asked the question.

They had only been separated for about half an hour after they escaped, but Chris eventually returned to Rhea's residence.

Chris said, "Because I didn't receive any accommodation allowance, I even asked the capital's military police if I could stay for the night, and I got a good scolding, being told I was talking nonsense..."

"You're a recipient of the Medal of Honor," Rhea asked in bewilderment, "don't you have any money for lodging?"

"Well, uh... how should I put it...?"

I can't exactly tell you that I gave all my money to the local bullies, can I? If I said that, would you let me off the hook?

You will definitely...

"Heh... At such a young age, you're already trying to become a traitor. Well, let's give you a taste of the Security Bureau's most prized interrogation package!"

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Ugh, just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt...

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"Because my parents live in my hometown, where rations are limited, I send all my money home."

That sounds like a good excuse, given how turbulent Gronia is right now.

“I see, so you’re not a native either…” Rhea seemed to believe this explanation: “Then you can stay at my house for now.”

"So refreshing?"

Chris was somewhat incredulous.

"Of course, we've been through thick and thin together. Even if we're not friends, we're still comrades-in-arms, right?"

"Comrade?"

Comrades...

P.S.: I've been quite busy lately, those who know, know. I apologize for that.

Regarding the recent

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been so busy since the start of the senior year of high school, and with a lot of unpleasant things going on lately, I've really felt overwhelmed.

But there's nothing we can do. Everyone probably knows what the term "senior year of high school" means...

I still have to apologize. I will try my best to resume updates in the next couple of days. Once this busy period is over, I should be able to continue updating.

Thank you for your understanding.

10. Emergency

In the middle of the night, Chris was already fast asleep. After a long and tiring day, having a warm blanket and a relatively soft bed was the greatest happiness. Compared to the folding beds in the military camp and the hard beds in the hospital ward, Rhea's residence was like a cloud.

Unfortunately, even among the few surviving recipients of the medal, she couldn't afford a toilet to live in. No wonder she had no attachment to this country. Joining the army in place of her brother and achieving great feats not only failed to temper her character but also made her deeply resentful of the country. After all, this kind of life was never meant for her...

She couldn't say that the country owed her anything, but at the very least, she hoped for a chance to leave this place quietly. Most citizens of Gronia probably felt the same way; if they couldn't enjoy a peaceful and tranquil life, they should at least have a chance to leave this place with all their limbs intact.

Now it seems that this opportunity has been taken away, and she is tied to this ship full of holes.

Hmm...tsk...

Chris rolled over, trying to find a more comfortable position. Since when did the occasional headaches start to haunt her? As a result, ibuprofen became her go-to medication.

Tonight, I also fell asleep with this little capsule...

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