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6:34 p.m. Babylonia Central Archives
This should be the word...
The courses you took at the military academy are finally paying off. You scour through the files for the medicinal sounding terms on that supplier's notebook.
Haelios solution. A form of vital fluid additive...
Has stimulative properties for the M.I.N.D. of a Construct. Maintains M.I.N.D. clarity through the amplification of sensory receptions, including, but not limited to pain, hearing, negative emotions, and...
On the battlefield, I'm always the last one standing.
I don't expect the other mongrels to be at my level. So to stop them from dragging me down, I'll have to make preparations.
Huh? Haelios solution? What for, Commandant?
Let's see. It's essentially a sensory amplifying drug for Constructs. Through stimulating the sympathetic ganglia of the M.I.N.D., a Construct's sensory inputs can be amplified in a short amount of time.
It amplifies mostly negative sensory information... Like pain, or emotional fluctuations—magnifying them several-fold.
In a way, it does force a Construct conscious through pain... Anyhow, Haelios is deemed illegal by Babylonia.
But what are you asking this for, Commandant...?
Ah! Commandant, did someone try to get something out of you with—
Haelios solutions are only usable by Constructs, but you shouldn't mess with them still, Commandant!
...Are you sure?
But that reminds me, though. Thank you, Commandant—for claiming the supplies in my stead.
Yeah... I don't know if you've heard, Commandant... But two squads have taken heavy casualties... Aside from the confirmed deaths, there are still many MIA...
Command seems to value the info from this operation greatly. But... the memory shells of the KIA members have all been destroyed—to an irrecoverable degree.
I know I'm now under Gray Raven and frontline medical support isn't my duty, but I still...
...Thanks for listening to me, Commandant. I feel better letting it out!
Ripping through the dark like a ray of light, Vera stands tall, casting her gaze downward.
Tch, humans. So fragile.
And another Vera, leaning on a parasol chair with a cup of shaved ice...
...
...Spare the thanks. I just happened to have an adrenaline shot left.
...And, people I save—they rarely live long.
...Commandant?
Well! I'll be taking my leave then! If you have any more questions, feel free to ask me.
Glad to be of help, Commandant.
What is Vera actually doing...?
