|“||I only want to deal with Fallen Angels, and never to face humans again; in comparison, humans are so much more cumbersome.||”|
Born in an age of war, she actively patrolled Gloriville, Nevras, and other locations as a mercenary. Her turning point was when she renounced participating in human civil wars, and turned to battling Fallen Angels.
The word "biscuit" originates from the phrase "a bread that is toasted twice." It is baked using flour and water or milk without the addition of yeast. As one of the preserved foods that must be prepared when anyone goes on a holiday or outing, hardtack biscuits has become one of the crucial foodstuffs soldiers need to prepare during wars, as it's convenient to consume. Moreover, hardtack biscuit is a type of biscuit prepared using baking powder and possesses these characteristics: fragrant, sweet, crunchy, and does not absorb moisture. Because hardtack biscuits are subjected to high temperature and pressure during the expansion process to kill bacteria and detoxifying, it is suitable for long-term storage, transportation, and the military.
How to Acquire
|Wartime Supplies||Basic Skill|
|70px||Hardtack eats her biscuit, making her next attack a critical one and dealing 100% (180%) of her own ATK as additional damage.|
|Precision Sniper||Energy Skill|
|70px||Hardtack takes aim, dealing 100% (180%) of her own ATK as damage to the nearest enemy, plus 221 (2873) additional damage. If the target's HP is less than or equal to 25%, the target is killed instantly.|
|Super Precision Sniper||Link Skill|
|70px||Hardtack takes aim, dealing 120% (220%) of her own ATK as damage to the nearest enemy, plus 265 (3445) additional damage. If the target's HP is less than or equal to 30%, the target is killed instantly.|
blue = lvl 1red = max lvl
|Contract||So you're my new employer?|
|Log In||Is there a new mission?|
|Ice Arena||The place is too open, it's hard to set up an ambush.|
|Skills||A prey is only considered one if it's dead.|
|Ascend||Can you upgrade my gun too?|
|Fatigue||I'm feeling quite tense, it's getting tiring.|
|Recovering||Want a cup? This beer tastes nice.|
|Team Formation||Command received. Target confirmed.|
|Knockout||There was a mistake in the intel...|
|Notice||Food? Food... You mean rations?|
|Idle 1||No shooting range...at home? Fine, I'll hang out at the research center.|
|Idle 2||It's been a long time since I've experienced this type of silence, I'm not used to it...|
|Idle 3||The same types of enemies, the same type of days. How long will these days last...huff...huff...|
|Interaction 1||So it's all Fallen Angel combat preparations, very good.|
|Interaction 2||Most humans are the same, but you--you're different.|
|Interaction 3||Don't touch it! I meant, it's dangerous if there's a misfire.|
|Pledge||Till now, my memories are filled with fire and steel. But, if you're willing to be with me despite all this...then, I'm yours.|
|Intimacy 1||Stand behind me! You gotta be careful, the battlefield is very perilous.|
|Intimacy 2||I'm not good at this kind of conversation. But, I do like how things are right now.|
|Intimacy 3||These clothes... They're very breezy... Okay, as long as you like it.|
|Feeding||This can be exchanged for...forget it. Thanks.|
|Starry Christmas Night|
Starry Christmas Night
This Story has been fan-translatedby Yorutoki.. Official translations will be added when they become available.
I. Stormy Night
“Hey! Stop right there! Yes, you!”
The man huffed and strode towards me while waving his flashlight and baton, the swaying beam of light dispersed and blurred by the rain.
“Restricted area ahead, turn back now.”
His stern voice was betrayed by hints of unease and anxiety; mixed with the intermittent pitter-patter of raindrops, it was almost unintelligible.
I reached for the dagger at my waist on instinct, only stopping myself reluctantly as I remembered a warning I had received. Awkwardly, I opened my mouth to speak.
“Mo… Please move aside.”
If I’d done as I had many times before, I could have silenced a human this fragile and weak with a mere dagger or single bullet.
But I couldn’t that night. Not then, at least.
Frustrated, I tilted my head in the hopes that the rain could wash away those annoying warnings and rules.
Perhaps the rain wasn’t heavy enough, or I really was paid too well; in any case, I suppressed the urge for violence.
I continued racking my brains for a way to get past him without hurting him.
“There are dangerous fallen angels up ahead, got it? Go home.”
The man bent down to look me in the eye. As if he came to the wrong conclusion from my appearance, his voice softened and carried hints of warmth.
The next moment, that warmth was gone, battered by the icy raindrops. A sharp blade pierced the man clean through the chest, lifting him up.
A terrifying howl tore through the night sky, echoing further and further even through the veil of rain.
As if the situation only just caught up to him, the man forced a sad smile, arm stiffly lifting up before dropping weakly.
I wasn’t sure if it was because of the man’s sudden death or a fallen angel killing someone right before me, but I became even more upset than before.
It could have been both reasons.
Even if I didn’t care much about humans, seeing such a scene unfold before me once again angered me.
Squinting to glare through the darkness, my eyes locked on the monster on the nearby street. I crushed the biscuit in my mouth as I took out my pocket watch, and with a click, I started the timer.
“Eleven thirty-three, mission begin.”
Her pet in her arms, a bereaved White Truffle sat facing me.
“I thank you for your aid, on behalf of the citizens of Lupa City.”
“I don’t need it.”
I didn’t beat about the bush. As I pointed towards the black debit card on the table, a certain man who had long since died came to mind.
“I’m just here for the money. The lives and deaths of humans don’t concern me.”
After a brief pause, I added.
“But if that would get me more money——”
“Miss Biscuit is such a funny person.”
White Truffle’s mouth curved into a slight smile as her expression relaxed. While speaking, she slid a token towards me.
Inscribed onto the token were white feathered wings and black ram’s horns, with an underlying metallic sheen; it was petite, yet extremely detailed.
“I’ve got another mission for you, if you’d be interested.”
Picking up the token, I toyed with it in my hand, fond of both its appearance and the slight warmth it gave off.
“It’s the Perigod Institute’s authentication token; display it at any organization associated with the institute whenever you require aid. This is the downpayment for this mission, should you accept.”
I stopped toying with it and placed it back on the table.
“Apologies, but I’m not interested then.”
I picked up the debit card and packed up, preparing to leave.
White Truffle didn’t seem to anticipate my decision. She blanked before asking, looking puzzled.
“You’re not going to ask about the mission details?”
“The concept of ‘help’ spans a wide range.”
I took out the debit card and waved it in front of White Truffle.
“It could be simple or complex. If it’s simple, why would I need this? Exchanging favors is always so much more annoying than monetary trade.
“If it’s complex, I don’t need it either, as it implies it’s going to come at personal cost.
“Also, having this card marks me as some kind of authority figure, which I’m not used to. Money is so much easier to deal with.”
White Truffle didn’t expect this answer from me. She pondered silently before rubbing her forehead, apologizing.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have probed you like this. Black Truffle was right, I’m not suited for this kind of conversation.
“So, to put it simply: I want to hire you as a member of the Perigod Institute security department.”
III. Awkward Kindness
“Isn’t this great? That… uh… Parry… Parry something?”
The bartender spun the cocktail shaker skillfully and soon a dark blue bubbling mix was slid across the table.
I downed the glass in one gulp. The icy drink slid smoothly down my throat, creating a burning sensation once it reached my stomach, spreading outward swiftly.
I enjoyed this feeling of slight drunkenness where I was still fully conscious.
“You know I’m bad at this type of tongue-twisting vocabulary. I’m not that well-learned after all.”
The bartender shrugged noncommittally, serving up another icy drink.
“It would have been a great chance to rid yourself of this kind of lifestyle. Why did you refuse?”
I sensed a certain something in his voice.
I’ve encountered this type of “something” in the human world many times, some genuine, some false.
I didn’t particularly mind or care, since the intention was about the same no matter which it was.
I’ve known this bartender for a long time. When we first met, that man I called “master attendant” was still around.
These were two of the very few humans I thought were special.
Normally, I would have stayed silent and waited for him to change the subject so that I wouldn’t have to contemplate such cumbersome things.
Alas, this time the bartender clearly did not want to end it here.
“You should think about where you want to go from here, Biscuit. Tang wouldn’t want…”
His sentence was cut short and he fell silent as his mouth was jammed.
“There won’t be a ‘next time’.”
With a poker face, I withdrew my pistol and wiped the muzzle clean of saliva using a tissue.
The bartender’s expression stiffened abruptly, changing many times between breaths before he calmed down again.
Then, as if nothing happened, he mixed another cocktail and served it to me.
“I sincerely apologize.”
His tone was earnest, his expression serious.
Contemplating our past battles together - the three of us - I lowered my gaze to avoid looking at him as I accepted the glass and downed it.
“Give me the newest intel.”
I sighed silently, sensing the gradually lightening tone of the man, whose name I didn’t even want to recall.
You died far too soon; all these remaining humans are all so boring.
Thunderous gunshots rang out; sparks and shrapnel flew.
The man before me paled drastically. The wall to the right of his head was pumped full of smoking bullet holes, but he held a forced smile.
“Please calm down, Miss Biscuit, I’m just a messenger.”
He took a deep breath and politely handed me a name card.
Without sparing it a glance, I flung my dagger and pinned the name card to the ground by his boots.
“Where is… Hu Jing?”
I narrowed my eyes as I looked through my memories, before finally recalling the bartender’s name.
“Mr. Hu is fine. Boss merely hopes to propose a trade with Miss Biscuit.”
“What kind of trade?”
My voice lowered as I suppressed my rising bloodlust.
I didn’t care about humans, and the one who had battled by my side and made me years of drinks was no exception.
“Boss says Miss Biscuit and Sir Tang have killed many back in the day, and one has to pay for the blood on their hands eventually. Alas, Sir Tang is long dead and chasing such old debts isn’t a good look, so there’s just one thing Miss Biscuit has to help with for Mr. Hu Jing to return.”
But I did care about the idiot named Sir Tang, even if he did always make me call him “master attendant”.
“To clear your debt, Miss Biscuit, Boss asks you to kill for him as many men as you have killed his.”
Hu Jing had stayed by Sir Tang’s side for such a long time, after all, I should do him a favor sooner or later.
“…If you investigated me, you should have known that I only hunt fallen angels now.”
I took a deep breath, keeping myself from remembering those bloodstained years of laughter intertwined with pain-filled screams, and enunciated each word.
The man, or perhaps the one he served, seemed to have anticipated my answer and followed up without a hitch.
“Boss says, just as I am but a message, Miss Biscuit is but a gun.
“It’s the same trigger being pulled, be it a human or a fallen angel.”
I stared down the man stock-still. A bead of cold sweat rolled down his cheek.
Before he had the chance to relax.
“It’s the same trigger being pulled, be it a human or a fallen angel.”
The gunshot rang out thunderous. Blood splattered and it hit the ground with a thud.
Looking at the lifeless form of the man, I fished out the token from my pocket, White Truffle’s words coming to mind.
“It’s inevitable a time comes when you need help, so keep it with you even if you don’t intend to use it.”
Shaking my head, I chuckled to myself.
“You were right, humans really are so boring.”
V. Hardtack Biscuit
Gloriville is a big place; glorious and prosperous.
Naturally, there’s going to be unspeakable darkness and filth.
Some say fallen angels are the greatest enemy of mankind.
This may not be true.
For fallen angels only kill.
Not only do humans kill, they tyrannize.
“From today onwards, they’re history.”
As White Truffle cuddled the puppy in her arms, she stood on the rooftop overlooking the crackling flames and spoke calmly to Hardtack beside her.
“Mr. Hu has been rescued as well, with nothing to show for it but scratches.”
“…Sorry for the trouble.”
Habitually, Hardtack spun her dagger in her hands.
“No worries, I’ve got money, lots of money.”
White Truffle turned to “glare” at the girl beside her and said sternly.
“But money can’t solve everything, that’s why I need you. You’ll be at the forefront of trouble from here on out.”
“No skin off my back.”
Hardtack refocused, sheathing her dagger and reaching her hand out to White Truffle.
“As long as I don’t have to deal with humans.”
“Perigod’s security department will only be dealing with fallen angels, I can promise you that.”
White Truffle smiled and accepted the handshake.
Her puppy hopped onto the ground and nuzzled up to Hardtack’s leg.
“Do you want to see Hu Jing?”
As if she just remembered, White Truffle reminded.
“He’s currently at a hospital run by the institute.”
“…No need.” After a moment of hesitation, Hardtack shook her head. Carefully, she removed the old bracelet on her wrist and replaced it with the Perigod token.
“Let’s talk work. What exactly does this security department do.”
“Hunt fallen angels, enforce the security of the research institute, and cooperate with other departments in fallen angel-related matters when needed. Though, of course, you don’t have to.”
The girls stood shoulder to shoulder and walked towards the institute, back facing the flames.
“Right, there’s someone else in the security department, with you, there’ll be a total of two members.”
“No, a food soul. Her name is Braised Noodles.”