Gematrail — Echo Observer — Lævateinn Chapter 15: Echo13 – The Black Horse

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↓↓↓ Click here ↓↓↓ 📀 the soundtrack and theme songs 💿 🎶🎧 Spotify 🎧🎶 track Num : 21 / 22 — Niibaru(Valhöll) High School, Student Council Room “…It seems things are finally in motion.” In the dim, conspiratorial hush of the room, she stroked the nine-headed serpent candelabra with one hand, observing the others’ situation through the eye of her mind. “So I don’t get a turn?” Kanna said, narrowing her eyes as she perched on the edge of the student council president’s desk. “We’re not going in directly this time… You failed, so now they’re coming to us themselves.” “Boring.” She slid off the desk and dropped into a nearby folding chair, crossing her legs and leaning back. A butterfly materialized from nowhere, its wings burning with violet light, and settled on the desk. “It’s nearly time.” “Yes. I’ve provided the intelligence. I trust you’ll keep your end of the arrangement.” The president prodded the butterfly with one finger. It didn’t so much as flinch — just sat there, indifferent. “There is no cause for concern. That cowardly traitor will be crushed by the Church of the Broken God. Obstacles exist to be removed.” The voice was administrative. Stripped of feeling. Every word a cold execution order, stamped and sealed. “Very well. Shall we consider the contract renewed?” The leather chair creaked as she shifted. “As long as you do not betray us, we stand with God.” The butterfly lifted — a flutter of violet — and vanished, swallowed by a seam in the air that bent like a broken mirror, then closed. “It appears we have no role in today’s proceedings.” The Sister drew her sword and re-sheathed it with slow, obsessive care — running the blade through her cloth again and again, her eyes sliding over the metal like she was tasting it. The scrape of steel against scabbard carved a low note into the silence. “But at the very least, this has bought us time to move freely.” The student council president settled deep into her chair. The others fell into thought. Kanna’s face soured. “I wanted to play with him a little longer.” “Isn’t that because you failed?” The voice that answered was precise as a blade. The air in the room went taut and cold. She settled herself into the student council president’s chair with easy, comfortable confidence — her back fully exposed to the room. Only someone who knew, beyond doubt, that no one in this space could threaten her would sit that way. “One would think a sister might take more care in educating her younger sibling.” She smiled at the ceiling as she said it, the question aimed squarely at the president. “Excuse me… that has nothing to do with my sister.” Kanna couldn’t quite hide the irritation. She claimed she could match this woman blow for blow — but here, now, all she could do was grind her teeth. “Still, the delay served its purpose. It gave us the window we needed to take the girl.” “But… she looked like she was in pain…” A second voice — the Sister’s, thin and uncertain — offered its small protest. “She was. But it was the only way to draw them out. Give them information and they’ll come on their own — inexpensive, really.” She shifted her gaze without moving her head, and when her voice returned it carried a new edge, cutting clean through the room. “As student council president of Niibaru(Valhöll) High School — by any means necessary. The school’s continuation is the first and only priority.” — Meanwhile “ SO FAST——!! ” Like riding a falcon that had forgotten gravity. Wind hammered past my ears in a sustained roar, and the world outside reduced itself to blurred streaks vanishing into our wake. “Feels like becoming the wind itself, doesn’t it?” “Is it actually safe to go this fast…?” “Don’t sweat it. This is nothing.” Ichika fed the accelerator more with a practiced hand, utterly unhurried. The seat seemed to float beneath us, and the music spilling from the speakers — a light, precise rhythm — dissolved whatever anxiety was left. “Oh, I know this! It’s Blueberries, right? Thos