Vienna, 13th district, Schicksal Headquarters

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Vienna's thirteenth district is called “Hietzing” and is located in the westernmost part of the city. The Schönbrunn Palace of the Habsburgs is located here.

Professor Planck, please refrain from doing such “unconventional” things ever again. A council member anonymously berates the provocative scholar via the intercom.
This is a part of my teaching. I do not know what you are making a fuss about. Teaching is no excuse for violating the organisation's core principles. … But we are entitled to a certain degree of autonomy, aren't we, whether it is the North American branch, or Lab 42? Lab 42 is a member of the European branch. They are still required to follow procedure. Another voice in the council seems to speak in a slightly calmer tone. So, from which side do you wish to withdraw the right to self-autonomy? No … please don't take it in such an extreme way. We are only investigating procedural issues, and there is no need to turn this into a larger problem than it really is. Then I am just here to remind you — That the right to autonomy and self-determination is the source of vitality for research institutions. If you insist that everything has to go through procedures for approval, then in terms of academic and scientific vigour, it will be a disaster for this organisation. Ahem … speaking of which, how is Edison's personal situation? Seeing that the two sides held firm to their own positions on the issue, a third speaker shifts the topic. Oh, Princess Nancy? She's quite interesting. For example, I have the exact evidence on hand — that she is helping to train an army outside of this organisation. What? Is she planning to rebel? No … this is a request from the US government, and both parties have signed an agreement for development of non-lethal weaponry, a matter that is difficult for us to refuse. … What the hell is this, some sort of militia for civil defence and law enforcement? Don't make such vile jokes in poor taste, Professor Planck. Ara ara … I'm just thinking that you're all being too serious right now, are you not? … Of course, the council must be serious. Please do not introduce such unrefined “foreign” habits to our discussion. Endšuldigung, I am a true “Bavarian”, born and bred. I simply cannot help it. I say … everyone, please do not go off-topic. A more dignified-sounding “elder” speaks. The trivialities of the North American branch shall be set aside for now … today we have more important matters to discuss. New York, Manhattan, the Consolidated Edison building. So … about those “important matters” you wish to speak about, what is it? Schrödinger, who nearly overturns an ink bottle, glares grumpily at Nancy Edison and Elias Nokianvirtanen, who have been stubbornly interrupting her own research. Let me explain. The man pretends to nudge his gold-rimmed glasses — Previously, Headquarters lent Lab 42 an unpublished section of the Dead Sea Scrolls … Do you remember this? … Ah. … So? Did you manage to find anything from this object, one with a history of “merely” three to four thousand years? Evidently, the researcher with the Corkscrew Ponytail is not particularly enthusiastic about these fantastical antiques from a less civilised age. … First, let me confirm with you one thing. Is there an important constant in physics, one whose first digits begin with 6626070? I am saying, without the decimal separator. … 6626070? Isn't that Planck's constant? Why are you asking when you already know the answer? Is there also another constant, whose first few digits are 1045571? … That is the reduced Planck constant that I recommend everyone should use. But what exactly is it that you want to say? … They all appear in a manuscript with a history of “merely three or four thousand years”! … What? Not only that You see, although their notation is different from ours … But this strange-looking coat-of-arms, when you take it apart like this and look — don't you think it looks a lot like some formula from calculus? The man gets more and more excited as he speaks, and he fishes out his own notebook and thrusts it into the face of the Corkscrew Ponytail. Uh … I can't read it if it's this close … The doctor in physics awkwardly takes a step back — Hmm … Indeed you have a point … Right, right! Do you think this is really pure coincidence? … So? … Should you instead be asking: from which remnant of the Previous Era did a group of Jews copy this kind of thing? Correct! That's it! … Huh? Let's start with my conclusion first — I think this scroll is extremely valuable. It inadvertently records a method of energy conversion that we have never imagined before. You should first take a look at this passage I decoded. … A thesis? Correct. A thesis. Although the original ancient manuscript has a completely nonsensical and sensationalised Aramaic curse as a title — If you treat it as an output, as the result of another passage of text that has been passed through a simple substitution cipher … — Wait, wait, wait, wait. “A simple substitution cipher”? Ah … Sorry, I jumped ahead too quickly. Change A to D, B to E, C to F … This is the most primitive encryption method — simple substitution, also known as a “Caesar cipher”. Do you understand?

Note:

“If he (Caesar) had anything confidential to say, he wrote it in cipher, that is, by so changing the order of the letters of the alphabet, that not a word could be made out. If anyone wishes to decipher these, and get at their meaning, he must substitute the fourth letter of the alphabet, namely D, for A, and so with the others.”

— Suetonius (69AD-?), “The Twelve Roman Emperors” (Loeb Classical Library translation)

Mm-hmm. So? Imagine that we are the Jews who strayed into the ruins of the Previous Era. We see these texts which have been left behind by the previous Era of humans. And we think it's some mysterious magical text. But unfortunately, our knowledge is limited, and we cannot understand these holy books. In this situation, if we want to force-read … Then we can only make up a name for each letter, and read it letter by letter? That's right. Because of this one-to-one correspondence, the Aramaic text on the scrolls just so happens to form a simple substitution of the original text. … Once we understand it at this level, the rest of the deciphering work is extremely simple. Just trial and error. … Since the result of the description is meaningful, from the perspective of probability, I gather that you managed to ascertain the original text. … So, your so-called “method of energy conversion that we have never imagined before”, what is it exactly? It's a way to allow Honkai energy to return to ordinary energy in a controlled manner. … What?
That comes as no surprise. The Second Law of Thermodynamics places a constraint on ordinary internal energy. Can it also include Honkai energy on the imaginary side?

Note:

There are many equivalent expressions of the Second Law of Thermodynamics. Common examples are:

“Heat can never pass from a colder to a warmer body without some other change, connected therewith, occurring at the same time.” (Clausius);

“It is impossible, by means of inanimate material agency, to derive mechanical effect from any portion of matter by cooling it below the temperature of the coldest of the surrounding objects.” (Kelvin);

“It is impossible to construct an engine which will work in a complete cycle, and produce no effect except the raising of a weight and cooling of a heat reservoir.” (Planck);

“When an isolated system performs a process after the removal of a series of internal constraints, it will reach a unique state of equilibrium: this state of equilibrium is independent of the order in which the constraints are removed.” (Hatsopoulos-Keenan);

and many more.

That being said … Circumstances mean that there will be a very high Honkai energy density … Because of this, our degree of control will approach zero … No, of course it won't approach zero. Did you forget about the “Herrscher”?
London, Kensington, Imperial Institute.

Maybe Einstein's dictionary attack was too powerful — but Tesla ends up sleeping through to the afternoon of the next day.


When she rubs the dark circles around her eyes, and eventually climbs downstairs, she sees the culprit and Welt sitting face-to-face in the foyer, taking turns playing around with some small pebbles that they've picked up for somewhere.

The room has its floor heating switched on, so it is more comfortable now than before when there was a cold draft.


Also, permeating through the languid atmosphere is the unique fragrance of fried food.

I say, you guys … What's up? Omweso. Owale. Bao. Kalah.

Note:

The above four are different variants of Mancala (called “African chess” in Chinese). Omweso is popular in Uganda, Owale is popular in Ghana, Bao is popular in Kenya, and Kalah is a variant adopted by Americans.

In general, this is a two-player turn-based board game, featuring the peculiar mechanic of constantly moving pieces into holes on a board in a seeding process — in doing so, one can win pieces according to certain rules and eventually become victorious.

… Speak to me in a human language. The devil with the messy red hair stares intensely at the piles of small stones on the coffee table, and makes a motion as if she were trying to scatter them. Careful, careful now. Mophead hurriedly reaches out to protect the piles of stones — We are studying the numerous variants of this board game called Mancala. … Don't tell me you've been doing this retarded crap for the whole morning. Of the 60 mainstream variants, four have already been studied. We are now preparing to try out the fifth. … Is it really that interesting? Pure, innocent men need some less stimulating entertainment. Mophead continues to explain in a vague, circumlocutory manner. … Must I remind you: last night you were chasing after this “pure-hearted” man in a booze-fuelled frenzy. … Guh. The bewildered red demon suddenly seems to remember something. Uhahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Instantly, her face turns red, and she attempts to crawl under the sofa like a cat. Welt awkwardly shakes his head. As you can see, “this person” is rather pure and innocent. … Who the hell are you talking about!? Tesla is confused by Einstein's twinkling eyes and shifty vague expression. Is she referring to Welt, or she referring to Tesla herself? Mm-hmm. Today's Tesla is especially cute. Enough! ! ! ! Well … Where exactly are we going? Riding a taxi to Hampstead Heath, Welt finally gets the chance to ask the red-haired tyrant.

Note:

Hampstead Heath (or simply, “the Heath”) is a large and ancient London park spanning a clay belt (including sand dunes, the highest point in London's geography, 134 meters above sea level), from Hampstead to Highgate Cemetery. It is one of London's famous natural attractions.

Huh? … Oh, right, when I was making that phone call for our taxi, you were still playing that retarded stone game. Cemetery, we're going to Highgate Cemetery. Cemetery? ! … Why are you kicking up such a fuss? It's not like we're going to bury you there. Anyway, back to the point … That large bag you threw into the back of the trunk, don't you know what's actually in it? … Well, no matter how hard I try, I can't will myself to receive superpowers like x-ray vision, okay? Do you have rhinitis? Couldn't you smell the cat food? Oh, that … I've never raised a cat — — Then I hope you won't be sniffing about, drool trailing from your mouth, okay? … You're treating me just like a cat! Yeah, that's about right. There's virtually no difference. … There is a huge difference, okay? ! Fufu. Only Welt would argue and complain so seriously. You don't say … But why are we feeding cats at the cemetery? This drive seems rather long. I guess that's true … but I've gotten used to it. After all, in the first half of the year, I was forced to do volunteer work there for five months. Forced … to volunteer … … At a cemetery? How did the situation come to that? The situation was a non-situation … If a court orders you to be a volunteer, would you still refuse to go? Court? I-I guess you must have broken some law relating to the cemetery … Besides, don't all members of our organisation have judicial immunity? … Does the treaty signed between our organisation and the government include drink-driving? Huh? Drink-driving? Haven't you wondered, now that the Finn has left, why we could only take the Underground or hire a taxi? If it wasn't for that blasted Scotland Yard! Being so insistent on revoking my driver's licence! Urgh … This … this all sounds like it's your own fault … How is it my fault … Clearly it's their established rules and standards that are too baffling! In fact I didn't even “feel” anything so to speak! Well, well … By the time it gets to the point that the “feeling” is obvious even to you, wouldn't it already be a major disaster?! Ahem, anyway, during the weekends of the first half of the year, I spent my time in the graveyard … … But actually, it was pretty fun. This place called Highgate, perhaps it's more appropriate to call it a “point of historical interest”, rather than a “cemetery”. … Historical interest? You'll understand when you get there.
Ms Elizabeth Jackson, who died in May 1839, must not have expected …

Note:

Elizabeth Jackson was the first deceased to be buried in Highgate Cemetery.

In the mid-early nineteenth century, due to a soaring urban population brought about by the Industrial Revolution, there was a “grave shortage” in London. Graves that had only been recently used several months ago were being reused to bury more dead. Highgate Cemetery was one of the new cemeteries planned by the British government at the time, to solve this challenging problem affecting the populace's dignity and welfare.

That in the decades following her death, the place where she now rests would gradually evolve into what we see today: a place where a variety of tomb styles have converged to create a place of attraction all of its own — — A unique cemetery where surrounding villas and real estate continue to fetch high prices.
Naturally … in such a venue, much like a public park or garden, there are bound to be many cats. Ah … it's Pandu. Pandu? … Is that the cat's name. Mm-hmm. As it can be regarded as a perfect specimen of an “exiled” cat, don't you think such a name is very fitting? … I have absolutely no idea what you're on about. No problem, I just borrowed the name of a boring character from a boring story …

Note:

Pandu was the ancestor of the Pandavas in the Hindu epic “Mahabharata”, and the nominal father of the “five sons of Pandu”, who included Arjuna among others.

When he was young, Pandu hunted in the countryside, and shot arrows at a mating antelope — but the antelope happened to be the incarnation of a sage, and Pandu was cursed by him to not be able to approach others with the intention of lovemaking, or else he would die tragically. When he grew up, as a king, he married Kunti, who had learned immortality. Kunti gave birth to sons (including Karna, the son of the Sun god, who was born before her marriage. This eldest son was adopted and brought up by a charioteer), thus giving Pandu heirs. (Translator's note: This is not entirely accurate as far as the most common version of the Mahabharata is concerned — Pandu had already married before he shot the sage and became cursed; Pandu thus exiled himself and his family from his own kingdom because of this curse [hence Tesla's nickname for the cat]; Kunti never learned of immortality; and precisely because of Pandu's curse, all her sons were sired by different fathers, who were all Hindu Gods.)

Oh that's right! Pass me half of the cat food in the bag! Half? Can it eat that much on its own? … What the hell are you on about. It's a large garden, and now it's that time of day again — so won't it be reasonable for us to split up and work separately? W-work s-separately? He-here? As such a big boy, you sure have a lot of courage. Here, a map for you. I definitely want to stay on the eastern side, so … The entire western side is entrusted to you! Highgate Cemetery, unlike Westminster Abbey, houses countless renowned personages of the empire —

Note:

Westminster Abbey, located in the Westminster district of central London, has been the site of the crowning and burial of British monarchs (since the foundation of England).

The non-royal members buried there are mostly British greats, including Isaac Newton, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens and so on.

— But of all the names, two names in particular — `Michael Faraday' and `Karl Marx' — give the lonesome Welt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and peace of mind.

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These two great men were buried at Highgate Cemetery.

P.S. For our work, we should also add Douglas Adams (1952-2001AD), author of “The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy”. We thank him for giving us “42”, “the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything”.

So to speak … the so-called “celebrity effect” is really an omnipresent and universal phenomenon that transcends death itself. Fortunately, thanks to this, the young man named Welt can finally experience and appreciate the unique charm of this cemetery.

From simple crude tombs that are so small as to be barely perceptible; to grandiose, luxurious palatial mausoleums that look like they come straight from Angkor Wat — all of these have decayed into prehistoric ruins under the weathering and erosion of lichen moss and acid rain. A stone-carved piano, its keys long since blurred together; a statue with broken arms, covered from head to toe with clambering vines; a granite lion with a mane covered completely by bird guano … Although admittedly it all seems rather eerie and creepy, it can also be seen as yet another Natural History Museum — a dazzling display of the world's living and non-living.

Ah. When the young man directs his eyes back to the trail in front of him, he suddenly notices that there is a somewhat familiar-looking female figure, standing in the corner ahead. Oh. How serendipitous. When did we … It was last month, at the airport, wasn't it? … Ah! T-that was … No need to worry. My name is Reanna Brigantia. Although I am a Valkyrie directly under the command of Headquarters — today I am just like you, an ordinary person who has come to visit and sweep the graves. Not … here … to sweep graves … ? I-I'm really only here to help people feed the cats … Ha. So that's the reason. You must have really been working hard. Ahaha … that's not exactly true … It must really be fate, for us to meet here … … Perhaps we should feed these little furry children together? Um? C-can we really? Of course we can. Anyway, today I'm off-duty. In that case, will you also permit me to join you in paying respects to the dead? Mmm? Oh, of course. The child, Martha, she's a good conversationalist, and she won't despise your company. … I wish, wherever you are, may there be no ominous darkness, nor glaring brightness. … I wish, wherever you are, may there be no raucous noise, nor frightful silence. … Wherever you are, may it be a warm and genial paradise on the other side. Amen. Martha “Lily” Jacobs … a child born in Holloway Street. “Lily” was her nickname because she liked calla lilies. She was the only Valkyrie who died from the Honkai Eruption in Berlin but was not buried in the Invalidenfriedhof cemetery.

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The Invalidenfriedhof is one of the oldest cemeteries in Berlin and was used as a military cemetery in Prussia.

… B-Berlin? W-wasn't that … Mm-hmm. It was the incident where you were “born”. You don't need to feel too guilty. Sacrifice is an inevitability on the battlefield. Generally speaking, the organisation chooses a cemetery nearby. In the event of death, they will bury everyone there, so that one can rest with their comrades-in-arms. Huh? So Martha's situation was … In the process of destroying the Emperor-class Honkai beasts, the “Night Moth” team she led was almost completely annihilated. This child … as the sole survivor, she must have bore an unimaginably heavy burden. … … Although we had immediately arranged for her to leave the front and receive treatment … In the end … … … … New Year's day of this year, was the second anniversary of the incident … She was at her home … … Where she hanged herself. … … … … Because of her suicide in a non-combat situation, according to military protocol, we could not bury her together with her compatriots, or with those who have yet to die, in the one place. … I-isn't that too cruel? !
… There is no alternative. That is the way of the military. The so-called army is a machine that cannot tolerate the failure of any one screw. Because of this, its “Hall of Heroes”, its “Valhalla” … will only accept those who fulfill their “responsibilities” to their final breath. It is cruel … but we have no better solution. Don't get me wrong. To anyone else, her misfortune was a complete tragedy. A tragedy that should have never been borne by her alone. It's just that … for the warrior, for the soldier — the “professional code of honour” is something that must come before any one individual. Yes, it is tragic, for the individual … … But this is also a situation where there is no alternative, but to “fight fire with fire, poison with poison”. Because only in this way, can we organise some of the bravest among us — To let them work in unison like a machine, on a rapidly-changing battlefield — — To confront … and then … to defeat … some of the cruellest things in the world. The sky slowly fills with stars, and the food bag slowly empties. Along the way, the cats appear to be very much gratified … However, after hearing the story of the Valkyrie Martha, Welt felt upset and needed to vent. … This is the last feeding point. Mm. … I'm sorry. Martha's incident … This is not a sadness you need to bear. … But, Miss Reanna, you must also be upset, right? Isn't there a saying that goes — “A joy shared is a joy doubled; a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.” … ? Ahaha … wasn't that … a little bit desperate of me. … ! … Well, I-I guess it wasn't good for me to be joking like that? … Shush! No sooner does she say this, than Reanna covers Welt's mouth with her hand, and violently pulls him into the bushes! In a direction he had not noticed before — a mysterious floating object appears out of nowhere in the night air! W-what is that? Urgh … Can that not be … that s-s-something? What do you mean by “Can that not be that something”? … speak precisely! Urgh … That must be … One of those … G … g … g … Ghosts? … Tsk. Don't say such unlucky words! The “ghosts” that truly exist in this world are way more troublesome than those in urban legends! Huh? Are there really ghosts? … It's just a metaphor. Also, stop yelling at me. On the battlefield, it could mean death! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn … Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn … Cthulhu fhtagn!

Note:

This is a mantra used by Cthulhu's cult in Lovecraft's famous short novel “Call of Cthulhu”. It means, “In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”.

… It's hovering on the spot! … In fact it's also reciting something?! … Hmph. That fluttering object … don't you think it looks too much like a bed sheet? B-bed sheet? Hmm … but it has no legs? … Who knows. I guess it's someone's prank with a balloon? And also, those words it's saying … I feel … isn't it something I've heard of before, somewhere? --||| Reanna picks up a stone from the grass —
Ping! The stone hits the “ghost” and makes a crisp sound, as if it had struck hard rock, before rolling back onto the grass. … ? T-that strange clanging sound, what the hell is going on?! … How would I know?! Oops, I've been discovered! The “ghost” suddenly blows a stream of air from beneath it, and flees from the scene at rapid speed! Wait, w-w-what's going on now? … Tsk. Reanna pulls out a miniature walkie-talkie device. V-23 requests emergency support! I have encountered an Unidentified Flying Object, please send weapons to my location immediately in accordance with Plan 8! Mobile units, please stand by! I repeat, I have encountered an Unidentified Flying Object, please send weapons to my location immediately in accordance with Plan 8! Mobile units, please stand by! slkjfdsjfdjlsdjlfjlaslioeijfdslf? esoppusIootsevilllitsuhluhtC... At the junction separating the east and west cemeteries, Tesla, whose expression is inexplicably tense, is communicating with a young boy — Tesla! Danger! Make way! Redhead! R-redhead? Who's the redhead!? Hey hey hey … what's going on?? ! Make way if you want to live! AAARRRRGHHHH — … Plan 8 was a perfect success. The UFO has been disintegrated. I will bring back Abyss Flower myself, in accordance with the plan. Over and out. The two of you, are you okay? Have you been hurt? HAVE YOU BEEN HURT MY ARSE?! THAT WAS OUR LATEST FLOATING ROBOT!! REPAY ME!!!!