Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"What you are seeing now is a panoramic view of Nadabelin, the capital of Grosso. The 20th National Day celebration is about to be held here, so traffic control is in place in front of the National Founding Memorial Hall."

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"Oh, that building is quite famous! Although it was criticized at the time because it caused a financial crisis in the country."

"This is also what anti-government forces criticize the most."

"But isn't the civil war ongoing right now? Why does Gronia insist on holding a ceremony at this time?"

"After the strongholds of the pure-blooded knowledge era were attacked, the rebels' arrogance diminished considerably, after all, they were the most powerful force."

"The issue of responsibility for the exposure of the stronghold's location has also deepened the divide between hardliners and moderates..."

“After the hardliners’ arms smuggling was exposed, outside support seems to have been cut off.”

"After all, it is provided to the rebels. If it is misused by those with ulterior motives, it will not only be a disaster for Gronia itself, but also have a very bad international impact."

"Returning to today's topic, when talking about Gloria's National Day celebrations, we can't help but mention the concert at the National Memorial Hall, right?"

"Of course! Before the Civil War, it was the ultimate goal that every musician pursued in their lifetime!"

"The most representative examples are Krim, who previously went into exile, and Ms. Louise Schneider..."

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They must have nothing better to do. Some people are risking their lives on the battlefield and ending up in the hospital, while others are holding National Day celebrations?

In a hospital ward, a young girl lay on her bed eating fruit while watching the evening news on television.

The news broadcast was much the same as before, all about the National Day ceremony, which was exactly what the girls disliked. They were on the front lines, but the news was all peaceful and harmonious, and there was even news about the National Day ceremony.

She tossed the fruit peel into the trash can, then chuckled to herself, "Even though I was faking being sick..."

He then sat up in bed, looked around to make sure it was safe, and then sighed softly...

"I have such a wonderful life ahead of me, I don't want to waste it on this ridiculous war! I'm not that stupid!"

She got out of bed and picked up the blanket behind her.

"If you want to survive peacefully in this country, you have to be cunning. If you deliberately pretend to be a comrade who is injured and sent to a city hospital, and if they find out that you are a special group who ran out of the umbrella, you will definitely be sent back again!"

Ah, you might ask why I keep talking to myself? Well, I'm imagining my friends saying, "Finally, I can leave this awful country!"

All I need to do is make a rope out of the bedsheets to escape from here, and then find a local thug to smuggle me out, and I'll be all set!

Although life here is like hell, anywhere else would be better than this. It's either war or meetings, corruption from top to bottom. They say only the roots of a tree are the darkest, but this country is black from head to toe! They only needed to absorb nutrients from the soil, but they greedily grew roots on the branches and sucked the sun down!

Hehe, dear ward, goodbye forever!

The bed was rock hard, the food was absolutely awful, and the vomit on the floor hadn't been cleaned up for a whole day and night. Ugh!

The girl, with her own plans in mind, then tied the bedsheets together, preparing to begin her escape.

She had waited far too long for this day. As a special personnel who came from the umbrella, she was then taken to the camp by the Glonia military for training and sent to the battlefield. Fortunately, those idiots did not discover that her injuries could heal faster than ordinary people, otherwise she would never have had such an opportunity as today.

Just as she was about to climb out the window, an unpleasant knocking sounded at the door of the ward.

"Is this Sergeant Christina Brecht's hospital room? We're from the Security Bureau. Excuse me, but please come with us immediately... Where is she?"

Two people in military uniforms strode in, but the hospital bed was empty; instead, a girl in military uniform was hanging in the window.

"Sergeant, why are you hanging bed sheets?"

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"...Because I've been lying down for so long, I feel stiff all over, so I want to do some rehabilitation."

Thus, her plans were disrupted once again, and she began to panic.

The State Security Bureau? What are they doing here? And why did they have to come at the exact time I was trying to run away? Did they discover I was faking illness? Did a local informant tip me off? Or what...?

Calm down first, Chris, you can do it! When everyone else died, you were the only one who survived, weren't you?

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"I am Sergeant Christina Brecht, just an ordinary soldier. What does the Security Service want with me?"

P.S.: yysy, I really like Chris's smile.

4. Wanderers

"On the eve of National Day celebrations, the moderate rebel leader, Zak, was assassinated. Rebel representatives vehemently denounced the government's actions as illegitimate and their overly obvious political motives. However, the Glonia central government vehemently denied any involvement in Zak's death, attributing it to a political assassination by hardliners or foreign forces. Below are several photos taken a few minutes before and after the assassination..."

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Rosalia, who had been feeling bored, immediately jumped up from her armchair and focused her attention on the television screen.

In those photos, a certain figure caught her attention.

A short-haired woman in a gray coat calmly walked into the rebel camp, and after the assassination, she ran towards the outside of the camp along with the scattering crowd.

"Aither, I think I've spotted the conductor..."

She hugged the onion slices on the table to her chest and stuffed them into her mouth with gusto, making a series of crunching sounds as she chewed.

As soon as she finished speaking, several pools of black liquid seeped onto the wall, and Aither's head popped out from them, looking around...

“I’ve been trying to locate the conductor’s erosion wave, but in the end I could only pinpoint the area to the territory of Nadabelin. You were just sitting here watching TV, how did you manage to make a discovery?”

"Look..."

Rosalia paused the television feed at the moment the woman in the gray coat left. In the footage, she flipped over the fence, quickly got on a motorcycle, and left before the rebel soldiers arrived to deal with the scene.

"Are you sure it's her?"

Ethel adjusted her monocle a few times, focusing her gaze on the woman in the picture.

“Of course,” Rosalia nodded. “When the Commander’s core of corruption was nearly destroyed and descended into Nadabelin, one of my informants filmed the person who was brought down by the Commander. It was a child. I won’t mistake that white streak. And… most of the people from your school were also there, you just didn’t notice.”

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"Okay, I'll go check..."

Aither frowned slightly, then disappeared back into the shadows of the wall, as if nothing had ever happened for three seconds.

In the end, Rosalia was left alone in the dimly lit room.

She took out her notebook again and wrote down the new content.

"On 2012.xx.xx, the conductor's whereabouts were discovered, and the investigation is ongoing... No members of the Alicia Orchestra have been found yet."

At this point, their objective was clear: Nekitija, the conductor of the Alicia Orchestra.

Following the Elysium Requiem incident, the Corrupted Core suffered severe damage, lost its physical form, and entered a dormant state. It descended upon the territory of Nadabelin, the capital of Gronia, and its identity is unknown. It has been temporarily identified as a human child based on photographic information.

Considering the timeline, that child should be all grown up by now...

Gloria's National Day celebrations will also take place as scheduled. Every year, a grand symphony concert is held during the ceremony to celebrate the National Day parade and strengthen the patriotic sentiments of the people. It is because of this symphony concert that it is closely related to conductor Negitzia.

They had already guessed the band's plan, and the band couldn't possibly remain inactive...

For over a decade, countless eyes have been waiting for this moment...

Emmm......

"Okay, let's go stretch our muscles."

Rosalia stretched, then walked out clutching the onion slices in her arms, completely forgetting that she was supposed to wear a tattered garment for disguise.

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From another dilapidated house a few hundred meters from the hiding place, a sudden burst of violin music emanated. It wasn't that the player's skill was terrible; quite the opposite, it was precisely because of their exceptional virtuosity that they seemed so out of place in this run-down city, even though, during Gronia's golden age, Nadabelin had been a promised land for many musicians...

Rosalia already knew who was inside, so she didn't waste any more time. She casually tossed the empty packaging behind her and slowly walked to the door.

Logically, she should have knocked on the door to ask the owner, but they already knew each other well, so why bother with so many formalities, especially in this country where gunshots replace alarm clocks?

so......

"boom!"

“Shen’a!”

The wooden door, which was clearly locked, was kicked open by Rosalia, and several pieces flew straight into the room. The force of the impact even caused some pieces to embed themselves in the dining table.

"Damn it, who is so rude? I'm going to send you to see Beethoven!"

Several shouts reached Rosalia's ears, but she didn't find them offensive. She just kicked the shards aside with a wicked smile and went inside.

They're old acquaintances, so familiar they couldn't be more so. Or rather, monsters like them are practically strangers to each other...

"Who put my floor down... uh, it was you?"

"Oh, Se-na, you didn't wear your formal dress this time? Weren't you going to greet the conductor?"

The woman in the room was startled by Rosalia, and almost dropped the bow she was holding.

"This..." She clicked her tongue, looking troubled, and said, "You're planning to get involved in this?"

Rosalia shrugged: "What is it? The conductor is coming soon, and I need your help. In fact, you'll probably need my help too, since the 'wanderers' will likely find their way here by following the stench of the plague."

She was very certain of her statement, as if she knew everything that was about to happen before she even arrived in Gloria.

Judging from Sena's reaction, Rosalia had already guessed most of it correctly...

But Shina was still puzzled: "What, you're so strong, do you still need our help?"

"Of course, after all, it's only been ten years since the new king arrived, and it's time for me to find a suitable candidate to assist him. Considering my past acquaintance with Elysium, I think we can cooperate. Besides..."

She raised her hand, and the purple flame reappeared in her palm, only to quickly extinguish itself—merely the wisps of smoke from a flickering candle that had been rekindled by the wind.

"...Judging from the conductor's wishes, and the wanderer, she didn't just follow the stench of the plague; she has already reached the border of Gronia, or perhaps she is already within the territory of Nadabelin..."

Shina's face darkened, and her eyes glanced almost imperceptibly out the window.

Several kilometers away, a huge black figure was wandering in the snow.

A crimson light flashed from top to bottom, pointing directly at a corner of Nadabelin.

"I always walk on a desolate path of regret."

"In this abyss of mire, all I have gained is regret..."

"The guillotine, stained with the blood of the innocent, can still bring those who call themselves kings to rest."

"Conductor, are you really... here...?"

5. Mother and Daughter's Past

Rhea swept the last pile of trash into the shovel, and, exhausted, dumped it into the bucket in the corner.

"Phew... this should be the last pile."

She wiped the sweat from her brow. Although this job was completely different from her identity, she still chose it for her mother and friends. Moreover, with National Day approaching, even though it was cleaning the auditorium, the work she received was far more than that of a street cleaner.

Even in Glonia, being a sanitation worker is a deadly job; you really wouldn't dare stand on the street sweeping without a gun in your pocket...

While she was busy, the door behind her suddenly opened, and she was holding a sum of money in her hand.

"Oh, room leader, you're here so early today?"

"Yes, there's a lot to do today. You can leave once you've finished cleaning your assigned area, no problem."

The other person nodded, then sat down in the chair in front of the dressing table and vigorously wiped the sweat from their forehead.

Looking down at my shirt, it was already soaked with sweat; this was the third outfit I'd worn today...

"But it's still working hours..." Rhea asked hesitantly, "Is this okay?"

He nodded: "No problem, anyway, it's rehearsal time in a few minutes, and it won't be convenient to come and go then... Here, this is today's pay. I'll give you a little extra. Also, it seems your friend brought your mother to see you."

"..."

Rhea took the banknotes from the other party, her gaze inadvertently drifting towards the entrance of the auditorium.

"You mean Angela?"