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"Follow Sister Misaka?" The students looked at each other, confusion rippling through their expressions.
"Yes," Shen He said firmly, her voice calm but resolute. "The Misaka sisters no longer have a home to return to. But to the Chaldeans, they are as important as any of you. That's why we've decided—we're going to build a city for them."
Her words sent a shockwave through the crowd. Even Misaka Mikoto herself turned toward Shen He in disbelief. On a battlefield steeped in chaos, where danger clawed at every turn, the notion of building a city—an entire sanctuary—for more than 10,000 displaced clone sisters seemed almost delusional. Misaka was still technically a student; this scale of effort was something even governments struggled with. Yet the person before her had spoken the impossible aloud.
"The point is to give the sisters a safe, autonomous refuge," Shen He reiterated, not flinching under the weight of doubt. "They deserve more than to be weapons or collateral. They deserve dignity."
If it had been a duel of powerhouses, Chaldea might have struggled due to the follower tier gap. But this was now a full-scale, reality-bending world war. Shen He had cards others did not—most notably, Lelouch vi Britannia.
In a time like this, Lelouch's absolute command ability—his Geass—had the potential to initiate cascade events, reshaping power dynamics like falling dominoes. With that kind of advantage in play, Chaldea wasn't simply reacting to the war; it was preparing to define the postwar world.
Despite this, most students still expressed a desire to return to their homes. Understandable—some clung to the illusion of normalcy. But many were international, and thus, the mass exodus fractured. Japanese nationals sought the domestic JSDF forces, while the international cohort—around 12,000—chose to remain under Shen He's leadership.
A number too great for any hiding spot in war-torn Japan.
Which meant: they'd need a bigger boat.
"Lelouch, do you have a moment?"
While Shen He orchestrated the evacuation of Academy City, Misaka Mikoto Alter returned alone to her devastated stronghold. The battlefield had failed to yield the board member she was hunting—and what awaited her back home was worse than an enemy.
An empty ruin.
No—not empty.
A bloodied youth with a mangled wrist dragged himself across the rubble toward her.
"M-Misaka Mikoto… Shirai Kuroko took Last Order. All the Misakas… left Academy City. They… escaped…"
Azari couldn't meet her gaze. The shame was too much. He had failed to stop it. Worse, he had seen it all.
The betrayal. The abandonment.
"Oh," Misaka Mikoto Alter responded.
No fury. No lightning. No collapse into grief.
Just… Oh.
Azari froze.
"No… No, this isn't right," he said frantically. "Shirai Kuroko betrayed you! You trusted her—Uiharu too! Aren't you angry? You must be angry. You don't have to pretend around me. I like—"
"You're too noisy."
A whisper of black electricity silenced everything.
The entire world hushed as dark lightning sizzled into the earth.
Misaka Mikoto Alter stood alone, stoic, among the ruins.
She should have been furious. Kuroko had chosen her, the original Misaka, over her. The same with Uiharu. Even Last Order had gone with them, not recognizing her as the true elder sister.
But when she had felt the residual trace of the original Misaka's power earlier… she had known. The original had returned, and with her came bonds that Alter-Misaka had no claim to.
That choice… was inevitable.
Still, she searched through the rubble, methodically.
Eventually, she found a ruffled, soot-covered doll wedged beneath a steel beam. It was Kata—one of the AI support bots. A little battered, but functional.
"Xiao Bai… turns into Xiao Hui, huh…" Misaka Mikoto Alter whispered.
She tied Xiao Bai carefully to the belt around her waist and brushed its cracked head affectionately. Then she muttered:
"Next time, I'm going to kill them all… and bring Xiao Hei back."
Her voice was as light as the ash drifting in the wind. Then, she turned back toward the battlefield.
Meanwhile, it was nearly 7 a.m. by the time Shen He and her group returned to Marvel World.
They had departed at 1 a.m., with a primary delay card used to buy three precious hours. In that time, Shen He had orchestrated the destruction of a U.S. aircraft carrier during its tactical retreat, an operation carried out with Lelouch's Geass-backed precision. Afterward, Qi Mu Nanxiong used his time-reversal ability to warp their timeline—bringing over 10,000 Misaka sisters and 3,000-plus esper students to an undeveloped offshore island.
The ocean beneath the stolen carrier was manipulated by Chaldea's magic-tech synergy to create a current-shielded cloaking field, preventing satellite detection.
"Thanks for the hustle, Lelouch." Shen He turned to him, her tone grateful but sheepish. "I know you've got class today, and I pulled you into a warzone…"
"It's fine," Lelouch replied, brushing his coat. "This was eye-opening. A real war—not a simulation. So… our next phase? Mass influence manipulation?"
"Exactly." Shen He nodded, her brows furrowed. "We need to gain control of public narratives across both worlds. If we don't establish legitimacy, the Misaka sisters will be hunted forever."
The current war had already diverged from the Holy Grail system. The instigators—Aleister Crowley and the mysterious "Right Side of the Flame"—were manipulating the chaos far beyond simple wish-granting contests.
Whether or not clearing this "dungeon" required defeating Misaka Mikoto Alter was still unclear.
Still, the more time they bought, the more chances they had to secure the sisters' future.
Shen He glanced at her system.
Her summoning stones had reached eleven—stockpiled from the last five days, plus one from the delay card event.
"Let's give it a try."
She hesitated a moment, then tapped the ten-draw button.
The card pool was still boosted for Misaka Mikoto. There was always the illusion that after so many failed draws, surely the next one must hit…
But probability had no memory.
Result: The Smile of the Virgin.
From: High School DxD.
Description: A sacred artifact capable of indiscriminate healing and wound regeneration. Contains latent evolution potential.
A four-star, guaranteed pull. Useful… but not the railgun she hoped for.
"Jeanne, take this."
She handed the crystalline bead to Jeanne d'Arc. The saint had minor healing skills, and her innate compassion would bring out the relic's full potential.
Shen He looked at the one stone left.
Forget it. She'd feel restless if she didn't finish the cycle.
She tapped again.
"Congratulations! You have successfully summoned a five-star ultra-rare servant: Mikoto Misaka. Card pool rotation triggered."
Shen He: "…"
A single… single draw miracle?
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