Weltkrieg: A Youjo Senki Fic

It was the thought of him, that always make her felt strange… she couldn't decipher it, no matter how many curiosities she tried to fend off, no matter how many books lay across her room, she couldn't understand it.

It didn't feel… bad, yes, in fact, it brought her a sense of warmness. Unlike the time where she stared off the sun, the blaring and washed felt of fresh air, won't compare it. He always there for her, always with a gentle smile and warm eyes, but…

He's changing… that's what she felt. His back always being hunched, frown marred the beautiful frame of his pearly skin. He tried his best to always smile, but she knows, behind all of that. When her mind was distracted, she peeved off her gaze of him. Not a smile, or confidence he exuded, but only weariness. She hated it, not able to do anything.

She didn't fond of it, like a knot that wrenched her heart.

Not be able to reach him, when that hand always held her tight.

"Don't nod off, Violet."

A voice woke her up. She turned to her right. Beatrice looks increasingly in worry about her friend. A friend she could say that the girl seems always alone and others would distance themselves from her. The girl was always stoic, always following the Commander back wherever he goes. Like… a dog, not in a sense of insult, but her gaze that always been focused on his back.

Longing, fondness, and peace.

That's the only time, when the girl, seems to be at home. She would always get alarmed by every presence around her bar the commander, staring wearily before diving again to her world of the book that kept her from harm. A painstaking stalk of flower that kept blooming inside a bleak and dead no man land.

It was particularly hard to approach her, and it was painstakingly hard to get the girl to be familiar in her presence. It needs a thousand coaxing, and food, that seems always worked, to get her to be at ease with Beatrice. Though it seems, Beatrice familiarity with the commander when she breached the subject that put the final coffin to the bond between Beatrice and Violet.

Nevertheless, it seems to be away from the one she always followed was making her terribly nervous. She would always avert off her gaze, left and right, as ascertaining there would be no danger, and being confined inside a small space will not help that.

Beatrice reasonably inferred, being sent off on a mission away from her commander. They were tasked, with the detachment from the 1st wing of the round table, helping the 203rd in their objective that is destroying any element that may inflict heavy damage to the invading fleet.

It was very weird of him, to send Violet away, instead of standing behind his back as always. She guessed it may for the sake of Violet, sooner or later he won't always accompanying Violet every time. Though she inwardly sighed, sending an adolescent girl to the battlefield is nowhere between good ideas.

The aircraft hold is adequately fit all the personnel inside it. They were sitting adjacently, waiting for the sign to drop at any moment. Some trying to start a conversation, laughing as there's nothing to be afraid of.

As much as the Empire standard were to be rumored fierce and unforgiving, they're still human. Leniency like this is what keeping soldiers alive.

It was cut short, when the small figure of Major Tanya Degurechaff, the argent, stood up.

"Prepare your parachute, we will jump as soon as the light is green," There's no need of flowery words, not when the mission is about to start.

Violet and others were putting their goggles, and weather cap to protect them from the cold winter above.

"Los! Los! Los!"

Without hesitation, they jump below the altitude. Each man's face grew fierce, despite the strong blow the gravity and wind gave to them. They are mages, the sky has become their natural home, even with their wings currently inactive.

The sea of cloud parted, revealing pristine weather and a calm atmosphere. It must have been another sunny day to the Entente army below, the ship comes and goes, with a spider network of train railway and freighter cargo. An array of Naval emplacement dotted the old stone wall facing the raging sea, a multitude of anti-air battery protruding all over the base.

Lay unaware in a bliss of the chaos about to be unfurled.

"Aim your target! Shoot on my mark!"

Major Tanya Degurechaff, shouted an order through her intercom. Aiming her mage-conditioned 88 rifles, down the iron-sight. Her operation orbs glowed iridescent, sparking a multicolor as the other mages soon followed suit.

"For we live by faith, not by sight."

"Fire!"

The sky split, the earth parted as would when Moses divided the seas. Not with verses, but 50 light fraction of lead that melted the earth. The windswept by the sight of an explosion, creating a fissure that ran deep like a scar as snow scattered and melted by the fire.

"Split to your respective wings and accomplish the objective!"

In a single blink, chaos enveloped the base as radio chatter filled the air with its electric waves. Unexpected, when they already send a portion of the Entente soldier to the frontline due to the surging Imperial attack.

Violet and Beatrice soon regroup with the detachment of the 1st Round table wing. Their Witch striker, strapped on their leg gave unprecedented mobility unseen from the typical Empire Mages. As thousands of barrage of AA were shown to be futile against them, even when some stray capable to hit the target, it soon blocked by the strengthened magic shield that enveloped the 1st wing.

The striker gave a low pitch, giving a warning to the Entente forces below. Like an eagle, soaring high only to dive in a sharp turn, preparing to strike its prey.

With a swept of fire, bodies, and steel strewn to the sky then falling down as dictated by the rules of newton.

Their formation was unlike the 203rd Mages battalion, who strike with extreme precision while holding their position and snipe every emplacement. No, it was a raging tide, promising a landscape of hell for every land it has flown above. Indiscriminating, whether it's building, wall, trees, or frightened soul, all burn under its wings. Sweeping the ground in a lightning formation, not letting any AA fire to graze even their shield with the help of their fast mobility.

"Isn't this Dacia all over again!?" Sneered one of the Imperial mages.

The entente has been caught in disarray, any effort to re-coordinate only to meet with a hail of enhanced bullets.

"Shut up, you're jinxing it!"

"Well, I'm started to feeling sorry for them," Lies, only a mad grin marred his face, as the twirling of machine gun spit thousand of bullets to the helpless soldier that valiantly tried to stall the mages. Alas, their bodies only help the heap of rising corpses among a thousand others.

The conflagration, with a thunderous boom, the water rippled extraordinarily. Oil leaked down the rudder, as men half-burned jumped down in futility.

"Enemy Mages detected, Northeast, estimate numbers of 2 battalion mages! I repeat, Enemy Mages Detected, Northeast, estimate numbers of 2 battalion mages. For the nearest personnel, regroup and intercept!"

"Happy now?"

"Absolutely, Major Beatrice, your course of action!"

"I have received a transmission from the 203rd Battalion, they're moving to intercept and requesting additional firepower, now regroup on my position."

They said the Fort only last for 10 minutes under the sheer ingenuity of the Empire General staff, and it's iron fist in the form of mages. The most defended naval base in the entire theater only to fall in a mere minute, the fastest record whereas in the past it needs almost weeks or months to siege a bastion.

Much to say, the fall of the Orse Fjord was symbolized as the mutual end for the Entente Alliance.