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Part B
--Landing--
Approaching the runway of the Sedan base, Kuroda's eyes caught a sight of a single witch who stopped on her tracks.
Being near the runway, by the entrance to the base facility, the witch indeed was waiting for Kuroda.
Even though Kuroda had finished her long trip from Fuso and finally landed safely, she didn't have time to relax.
In front of her was standing a black uniformed witch who looked at Kuroda's Strikers with a frown. They were maintained in the B-base but they were not in the best of conditions.
She had long, luxurious blond hair. From her black uniform with red piping, and the silver eagle on her chest, Kuroda could see she was attached to Karlsland Air Force.
"Flying Officer Kuroda, isn't it"
"Ah, yes, Kuroda Kunika, Fuso Army Flying Officer"
"Heinrike Prinzessin zu Sayn-Wittgenstein. Karlsland Air Force Flight Lieutenant. 506th's Commanding Officer in battle."
"Eh... umm..."
Kuroda getting bewildered by the onslaught of information, the Karlslander repeats, without really being able to hide the feeling of "this always happens" from her voice
"...Wittgenstein is fine. Squadron Leader Grunne is waiting"
"Y-yes... umm... did the Commanding Officer in battle come here just for me..."
"Hmph, a "careless thing" who manages to go to the wrong base when taking up a new post, I just wondered what she was like"
Wittgenstein didn't intentionally mean to reprimand her partner who was stepping almost for the first time on European soil. But she wanted to show with her strictness that even if Kuroda had even one excuse for her tardinesss, it would not help her position to try and explain it here.
After all, first impressions are crucial, however.
"I'm sorry!"
Hanging her head and yelling out her apology, the maintenance crew of the hangar gathered a bit to see what was going on, making the situation quite embarrassing for Wittgenstein.
"Wha-... Hmph, it seems you're reflecting on your actions. You too! Get back to work!"
"Haaaa... I don't have any excuse"
"Enough of that. Report yourself to Squadron Leader Grunne to take up your post"
"Really!?"
"Wha-...!?
"Isn't there some kind of punishment... or, tangible cut in salary...?"
This has confused Wittgenstein, or more like, making her bring out her maliciousness.
"I don't have control in such affairs. Regardless, as I said everything concerning this discourse is to be overlooked, so be in peace"
"Wah... Thank goodness!"
As if she was told she wouldn't die tomorrow, Kuroda light steps were on the verge of skipping. Wittgenstein looked at her back dumbfounded.
--New post--
"Kuroda Kunika, Fuso Army Flying Officer, reporting to take up a new post"
Looking at the office, a unit for the nobles wouldn't come in mind due to its modesty. The impression is not bleak, it has more the charm of a study of a writer who is very scrupulous when it comes to tidiness. Kuroda embraced this nice feeling.
Squadron Leader Rosalie de Hemricourt de Grunne. She is attached to the Britannian Air Force, but she is the heiress of two families of earls from Gallia and Belgica. She had a uniform from the Belgican side of her family, with a black stand-up collar, and white tights with boots.
Looking at it with modern eyes, it seems like it has too many decorations to use in battle, but Grunne is after all an honorary Commanding Officer that doesn't take command in front lines. She gives the feeling of an antiquated "Aristrocrat Soldier" that has nothing but good will for other people.
During her interview with Grunne, Kuroda looked into her deep turquoise eyes and her light blond hair with a braid that ended in a round form at the nape of her neck. She looked like a princess from fairy-tales, or rather the tender mother of that princess.
"Thank you for coming all the way from the far away Fuso. It seems you've gone through some trouble..."
"Auh, yes... as I thought, it's a problem...?"
Bringing up the failure that happened couple days ago made Kuroda lower her head in quite a grandiose way and say her words very slowly.
"No... Ah, that's not what I meant"
"Not what you meant?"
"Umm..."
This time Grunne was at a loss for words.
"Didn't something painful happen at the Dijon base?"
"Ha?"
Kuroda's wild reply made Grunne lower her pose like a small animal.
"We aren't... well... really loved by the Liberion witches..."
"Eeeh?"
Not really understanding Grunne's words, Kuroda's voice became noticeably louder.
"All the people there were really nice. Well I can't know what kind of people they are with just two or three days. But still, it's not like they feel like my childhood friends, but they taught me how to play with cards and such, they were really nice! Ah, I taught them how to walk on stilts, in return..."
Grunne was slightly overwhelmed by the thoughts that were vigorously put into words as they popped in Kuroda's head, but she was releaved to see her energy.
"So you didn't have any bad expriences"
"No!"
"I see... good"
Even though she said that Kuroda couldn't relax
"Don't you get along with those people?"
"No... well... We don't really have any quarrels, but there is there, and here is here, so we haven't really had any intercourse... We know that this isn't really a good thing"
"Mmmm..."
Kuroda didn't really know how to answer. At any rate, she was assigned here to work and get paid, so that she could make it easier for her grandparents. Using her head wasn't part of her duties. But piling up the cheerful and friendly Liberion people to some troubles Grunne mentioned, has left an uncomfortable feeling over her.
"Oh yes! Squadron Leader, this"
Kurida takes a bottle out of her hand luggage.
"What is this...?"
"It's Cola. They gave it to me as a present. It's sort of what black tea is for Britannian's, some thing they won't get tired even if they drink it every day. Like they would die if they didn't. It might stink like medicine for us who aren't used to it though"
"Can I have it?"
"Yes, they didn't really address it just for me, also"
Opening her luggage a bit more, she shows a duffel bag filled with bottles.
"I have my share already"
Kuroda declares cheerfully.
"Well then, excuse me"
"Yes, if there is anything you don't know, do come ask"
"Thank you. Ah... by the way, Squadron Leader. Can you manage the bootle opener? You understand how to use it?"
"My... I'm not that much of a princess"
Grunne smiles tenderly and Kuroda leaves her room releaved... At that moment.
"Wa... Hya!"
Grunne's yell rises from the other side of the door.
"Squadron Leader!"
Kuroda rushes back in the room, and Grunne's documents and uniform soaked from the Cola that had bursted from the bottle.
"I'm sure... she'll hate me for this..."
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