Chapter 19 - "I Don't Trust You"
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Strinova

Tomorrow's Eventual Arrival

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Artist / Wusebi

Proposed by Makoto Fukami

Author / Ishigaki

Coloring / Caicai

Editor / 99

Publisher / Kadokawa Group

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Chapter 19

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WHIZZ

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Eurgh!

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CRUNCH!

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WHOOSH

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BRWAP

BRWAP

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BRWAP

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BRWAP

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BRWAP

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BRWAP

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BRWAP

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BRWAP

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BRWAP

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BRWAP

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BRWAP

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BRWAP

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BRWAP

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Euaagh…!

Dammit…!

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Wait a sec…

I remember Fuchsia was attacked this very same way--!

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PAWTECTOR!

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WHIZZ

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IT'S ALL UP TO YOU!

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ZREOW

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ZREOW

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ZREOW

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ZREOW

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ZREOW

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ZREOW

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ZREOW

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ZREOW

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ZREOW

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ZREOW

ZREOW

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Huff…

Huff huff…

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She said she wanted to see all our cards…

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Purpose being…?

Is it to test the combat strength of Urbino or PUS?

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And then what? If it’s The Scissors… it’s to eliminate everyone else-

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huff, huff

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If that’s how it is, I can’t reveal my full strength…

But I also can’t give her an easy win!

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This should do…

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LAWINE!

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Don’t disappoint me.

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Investigator girl.

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Drop

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CLATTER!!

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That was my dad’s gift to me…!

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YOU…!

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Hm? That thing was something important to you?

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Clomp

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So it was important to you, yet you didn’t bother to protect it-

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YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?

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WHIP

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TOK

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TOK

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…you said earlier that you have no intention of taking my life.

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But I have no such reservations.

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My next shot won’t miss.

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Despite looking like such a spoiled little brat,

You show such resolve.

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As expected of a PUS investigator, you remain calm even when you’re clearly losing.

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…Why were you with Maddelena--

Maddelena Leary earlier?

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Maddelena…that girl with the glasses?

When you say “were together,” which time are you referring to?

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I saw you both leave the same room!

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Ah, that time…she approached me first.

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She doubted my identity, and so she confronted me.

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My guess is that Urbino’s leader instructed her to investigate whether there were enemy spies, or something like that.

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…Is what you’re saying true?

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Is there a reason you're asking me this?

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Regardless of how I answer, you’ll doubt me.

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The human heart is hard to see through.

Not to mention that we’re in Strinova,

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A world where our bodies are lies.

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Whether it be my answer or whatever answer Maddelena told you,

Both of our answers are the same. And yet you can hold Maddelena’s hand and sincerely tell her, “I believe you!”

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Can your heart REALLY accept this?

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Since you’re such an excellent investigator, I shouldn’t have to teach you such a simple truth.

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But…

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In the end, only you can make an educated decision-

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Whose side will you trust?

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GRAB

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Dodge

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WHIFF

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SLAM!!

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...then, my answer is...

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...I DON’T TRUST YOU!

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WHAT DID YOU DO TO FREYA…!

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…Freya,

Ah.

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As expected... she's pretty good.

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......?

…what’s that supposed to mean?

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Whisper

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Hisssss…

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KABOOOOM!!

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SLAM

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Hack, cough

Cough

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Ah…even for a Strinovan body, that impact was too great-

I always felt like there was something wrong with the data transmission inside my body…

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Ssssss…

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Ssssss…

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If it was my actual body, I’d already be dead…

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Right…

Lawine!

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Lawine!? Lawine!

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Drat…I let her escape!