Chapter 134: Exit 1
After helping Ange change clothes, Salia brought Ange, Coco, and Miranda—the three new recruits—to begin teaching them how to pilot the Armored Phantom Machine.
But as the heroine, Ange's talent for piloting the Phantom Machine was quite high, and she also had experience driving something similar to an Aero-Ball. So, compared to Coco and Miranda, she was much better—she picked it up almost immediately.
After training ended, the worst off was Coco, who vomited nonstop in the bathroom. Miranda could only stay beside her, comforting and taking care of her. Ange, however, looked completely fine, unaffected in the slightest.
But none of that had anything to do with Tolle—after all, at this time, Tolle was enjoying a scrubbing service from Rosalie and Chris.
Ever since he took Zola's place, his days had become far too decadent—but this was exactly the kind of life he liked.
Still, he hadn't forgotten to knock Ange down a peg or two, so she wouldn't get too cocky.
Wearing a look of enjoyment, Tolle spoke to Ange.
"Well now, not bad, Ange. On your very first simulation, you didn't wet yourself or vomit…"
Before he could get under Ange's skin, Rosalie suddenly blushed and spoke.
"Ah… the first time for me… it was, um…"
Tolle was speechless. I wasn't even talking about you. Why butt in and ruin my line? You completely killed the mood.
Instead, Hilda looked rather unhappy and said, "You seem pretty fond of that kid."
Tolle didn't bother hiding it and spoke bluntly.
"Yeah, she's promising material. What, are you jealous? Same as always—tonight I'll comfort you properly."
Vivian and Salia, meanwhile, discussed Ange while bathing, remarking that among the newcomers she was one of the best.
Ange, however, bathed quietly by herself, ignoring their talk.
In the days that followed, Ange blended into their daily life, throwing herself into training with everyone: climbing slopes, marching under load, crawling forward, live-fire shooting, close-quarters combat, and more.
As the heroine of the mecha line, her shooting, combat reflexes, and grasp of tactical theory all surpassed the average soldier—she was extremely gifted.
Her adaptability in piloting the Phantom Machine was also commendable, and Commander Jill kept a close eye on her.
In daily life, since Ange had learned a little patience and self-restraint, Rosalie and Chris didn't bully her as often as before.
Hilda, though, still disliked her—but out of regard for Tolle, or rather this fake Zola, she didn't openly confront her.
Ange had also learned to win people over. Coco and Miranda had already become her little fangirls, so smitten they were just short of ending up like Zola's conquests.
Even so, she hadn't given up on appealing for an early release from Arzenal.
When Tolle and Hilda had just finished resting, the neo DG cells he had planted on Ange detected that she was going down her old path again—she had handed in a petition to Commander Jill, demanding immediate release.
Looks like this Zola identity won't get a renewal. Its time on stage is almost up.
Tolle slipped out of bed, pulled on a red robe, and was about to leave to find Ange when Hilda asked,
"Captain Zola, where are you going?"
With a helpless smile, Tolle answered, "I'm still not satisfied. I'm going to find a little wildcat to try." …
Elsewhere in the command room, Ange, looking displeased, said to Jill,
"This is my petition to exercise royal privilege and demand immediate release. Please deliver it to the heads of state—right now!"
Emma, adjusting her glasses, scoffed at Ange. "You still don't get it…"
Before she could finish, Tolle walked in and cut her off.
"My, my, what a headache! Her stubborn little head really is something."
Jill said to Tolle, "Your training isn't working, Zola."
Tolle wanted nothing to do with this blame, but what could he do? Ange was a blockhead heroine—until she got people killed and even seriously injured herself, she wouldn't change.
But he had no choice. As Zola, he could only salute Jill and apologize. "My deepest apologies, Commander! May I borrow the room?"
Expressionless, Jill replied, "Permission granted."
Tolle then pulled Ange into a small private room and locked the door.
He began coaxing her again, but this time Ange resisted fiercely. Of course, she couldn't possibly overpower Tolle, who had cheats on his side.
Still, even in this final encounter, Tolle took plenty of liberties, getting his fill of "benefits."
But the good times didn't last. The attack alarm suddenly blared. He had no choice but to cut short this last indulgence as Zola, pulling Ange along toward the hangar.
In the hangar, Salia began arranging the squad formation, placing Ange on the far left in a standard Phantom Machine.
Using the excuse of training the recruits, Tolle had everyone board their machines first. He then activated a holographic projection to block their view.
On the surface he chatted casually, but secretly he knocked out Coco and Miranda and stored them away.
In an instant, the pre-prepared nanobiological androids transformed—via holographic disguise—into Zola, Coco, and Miranda, taking their places in the three Para-Mails.
Tolle thought with some relief that he had already stashed away his modified Phantom Machine ahead of time—otherwise, this would have been a total loss.
Then he donned his nano-armor, entered Mirage Mode, and slipped out of the Arzenal base invisibly, tailing Ange while awaiting the "deserted island accident" storyline to unfold.
But first, he needed to lie in wait and kill the male lead, Tusk, just to be safe.
As the First Squadron deployed, sure enough, Ange immediately broke formation, intent on escaping on her own.
The android Coco and Miranda stayed consistent with the original script, insisting they would escape Arzenal with her to find their true home.
At that moment, a dimensional gate opened directly above their three Para-Mails, and a blue beam shot down from the sky.
Android Coco rushed forward, shielding Ange, and was instantly cleaved in half by the dragons' blue beam.
The holographic projection vividly displayed her body splitting apart, flesh and blood flying more gruesomely than the original—so much that Ange nearly vomited on the spot.
Forcing back the nausea, Ange piloted her Phantom Machine at full speed to flee from the dimensional gate's position.
But when a male dragon emerged from within, she was shaken to the core, unable to keep her emotions in check.
She began darting about in panic, desperately avoiding the swarming little pink female dragons.
To deepen the impact, Tolle controlled the android Miranda to rush to Ange's side.
There, the android Miranda "sacrificed herself" to protect her—slammed from her cockpit by a pink female dragon, torn apart piece by piece, and devoured alive.
The bloody spectacle left Ange completely flustered, panicked, and running blindly in every direction.
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