Steampunk Series Fullvoice Reborn: Inganock of the Brightest Flame

Steampunk Series Fullvoice Reborn: Inganock of the Brightest Flame

(Link to the Original Story here.)


--It took place somewhere in the early 20th century.
--It took place sometime in the 2210s in the Northern Calendar.


There was a young man sitting in an Armchair.
In a dark room composed of extremely cold steel, the expression on the face of the man dressed in a well-tailored dark suit that could be interpreted as an English or eastern New Continent style, hiding his eyes with sunglasses, was a slight smile. It's not that he was pleased with anything nor was it something he was relieved about. It was just a cold, slight smile. Some might think that with each smile, the temperature in the room would drop a few degrees. It's certainly a human expression, but why does it remind me of something inorganic?
It's a shark's smile.
Something that shouldn't be smiling, but it is.
It was a look that made me feel the distortion of the world.


The man was smiling like a shark in the dark, looking at the soft light.
The light that stands on a kind of "machine" like an altar in the darkened room, the light that flutters and continues to emit a soft impression.


"What do you know of Shadows?"


The man says to it with a smile.
The soft light reflected in his sunglasses.


"Hmm, so much for your ignorance."


Was the object of the man's smile at the soft light? Or was it to something that has created the soft light? There is no one here who understands that. The man was right. For this light, which wavers gently, it was ignorant.
Anticipating everything.
The light that is ignorant of everything.
That is this light.


"Yes."


The light said.
Softly, but with a hint of fragility. The light speaks? Yes, this was not a natural, luminescent phenomenon. It was similar to the light that the lost sky had once provided, yet far from it. It is something entirely different.
There is no such thing as being natural.


"Therefore, you are the inputter.
I/we feel the need to search the Database."


Something hovers around the soft light.
Like a fairy tale, it was a cluster of glowing flat squares. These luminous quadrangles floating in the darkness are a sight for the occult, but in reality, they are nothing more than machine devices. The latest "air crystal screen," a visual device that uses a special airframe to link images, is a total of six screens that have been activated.


Six screens. On two of them, the Blue Sky was depicted.
As for the other four, they were all inorganic, like a sandstorm.
But the third one...
The three-eyed screen projected something.
It was...



--Two men confronting each other.
--The one with purple hair was trying to kill the one with black hair, who couldn't break free and was on the verge of dying.



The soft light flickers.
It reminds me of the expression of a person who is confused about something.


"Is this an act of murder?"


"I wonder..."


"This is..."


"I'm afraid not.
This is the embodiment of a certain way of being. The two are at odds with each other."


"But..."


"Yeah. No wonder you think it's so strange.
The other man's hand is red-hot. And it's not even a proper human hand to begin with.
Those Chrome gloves are the only thing that existed in the city at that time."


"..."


"Then there's that.
That guy who's about to be killed. Do you see the distortion in the atmosphere?
A man can be touched by such a red-hot object and still be alive.
He is regenerating by some technique.


"..."


The soft light says nothing.
It just flickered and blinked a few times, but never said a word.
Did the light feel anything? I don't know.


Then the second screen starts up in earnest.
What appears on the screen is also...



--A man and a woman walking down the street at night.
--A man with black hair and a woman who reminds me of a black cat are walking somewhere.



The soft light flickers.
It was reminiscent of human behavior that tells something with envy.


"The man who was just here."


"Yes, that's the guy.
The man who survived that fairytale magic by healing his own wounds."


"Fairytale..."


"A man who has learned the way of the supernatural with a fantasy woman...
Like a mere human."


"Human..."


"What do you make of this?"


"Oh..."


"What say you," the man doesn't crack his shark of a smile.


"I/we don't have the words to describe this thought noise."


"There you go again."


"Because of what I just saw? Why? How come?
I/we are getting something different. Along with the big question. A fairy tale. A fantasy. But this figure is, as you say, like a human. Is this a symbol of happiness or is it something else? I/we are asking for a Mesmerian reconstruction of the Example.
This is an important matter. I/we want to know it."


"Don't get excited. Relax."


Said the man.
He squinted his eyes behind his sunglasses.
When he pointed to the people reflected on the two screens that emerged...


"This is the story of people from far away.
This is the traces left by the hearts that touched one another.
The city they lived in, where they sometimes scrambled even as they carried the glowing colors that lit the sky.
I will tell you the name of this city."


"The name of the city. This is..."


"──The Fantasy City. The end of its distortion and tears. Its name is Inganock of the Brightest Flame."

（To Be Continued...）