"Thank you for the food"
Artoria expressed her gratitude to the pile of at least 30 plates scattered across the large polished oak table, which now seemed to have little room.
"At first I wasn't really sure what to do, but the moment I stepped into the kitchen everything flowed as if I'd done it hundreds of times before."
She muttered to herself as she took a sip of tea from a warmer beside her.
It was truly a huge surprise, after all, in her past life Artoria didn't know how to cook, and her acquired abilities as the reincarnation of Artoria herself didn't come with cooking skills either; it's something that came with her identity in this world, taking several steps from barely being able to boil rice to making a 4 star British feast.
"Everything in this era is unfamiliar to me; I thank the goddess for her support in allowing me to adapt more easily."
Artoria was grateful, as in a time so distant from her previous life, far ahead of what she remembered as Artoria, this help was appreciated.
In this large, solitary village, the most basic domestic skills were necessary, as well as knowledge of how to use tools, since they were not as easy to operate as modern ones.
"Okay, let's get back to work."
Saying that, Artoria took out several letters she had brought with her after finishing cooking so that she could quickly deal with the correspondence while she finished her breakfast, as she planned to go out and explore the world she had just arrived in, starting by reading a letter sealed by the state.
"It's a summons to the logistics base in Liverpool."
It was a letter for the allocation of teams into which Artoria would be integrated and its station designation with a date limited to three weeks after today
Upon seeing this, Artoria picked up the newspaper that had been placed to one side along with the letters and looked at the date, also paying attention to a particular news item.
"On September 10, 1938, the Munich Agreement was signed, ceding southeastern territory to Nazi Germany. I suppose I'm not far from the beginning of the conflict."
Artoria didn't know much about World War II; after all, she had barely graduated from high school. But at least she knew that the war began in 1939 and ended in 1945 with Japan's surrender. The year 1938, a year before it all started, was when the European alliance began to form and arm itself in anticipation of the imminent conflict against Nazi Germany.
"I won't be able to enjoy this world for long before I'm covered in dirt and blood on the battlefield," sigh "What a complicated time I've come to."
Artoria sighed wearily, but that was all. She wasn't afraid of going to war, nor did she dislike participating in it. Despite having lived in a peaceful era, she wasn't exempt from conflict, and she wasn't afraid to face it head on. And then there was the fact that now she was Artoria, all the known versions of herself, and none were cowardly or shirking of responsibility. Artoria was a warrior, a knight, and a king. She didn't fear war or bloodshed, and she would fulfill her duty. This will was ingrained in her at the moment of her reincarnation.
"Okay, let's move on to the next thing."
Artoria put aside the matter of the war and picked up the next letter; it had a seal of the royal family, and the sender surprised her.
"Elizabeth Alexandra Mary"
It was none other than the future Queen of England, Elizabeth II
Despite having renounced her royal rights according to this world's identity, Artoria still maintained contact with the royal family, not caring much that her status was different. This is because the royal family knows her secret, and it is the best kept secret within the royal family: they know that she is the reincarnation of King Arthur, the original ruler of Great Britain and its guardian.
That's why they didn't refuse when she renounced her royal rights and supported her when she enlisted in the army; they will assist and help her without hesitation in anything she needs.
Among the members of the royal family, she seems to get along best with the young queen, having been her caregiver for quite some time when she still resided in the palace, acting as a kind of older sister to little Elizabeth.
Without a second thought, Artoria opened the envelope and read the contents of the letter.
The handwriting was beautiful but seemed a little stiff, like that of someone who knows how to write but hasn't yet mastered it. The language of the letter was formal, or at least it attempted to be formal. The enthusiasm and energy of a child were still reflected in the words; after all, the future Queen Elizabeth was only 12 that year.
In the letter, she expressed her concern upon learning that she would be in the regular army and not in logistics. She also expressed her dissatisfaction at not having scheduled an appointment for a visit. In short, she was worried that Artoria had become a combatant and angry that she hadn't visited her. All of this was written in a language in which she tried to sound mature.
"Before I leave for Liverpool, it's best to take a tour of the palace. My identity in this world is foreign to me, no matter how many memories I share, but I cannot stand idly by and watch a young lady suffer from my prolonged absence. As a gentleman, I must bid her farewell properly."
Saying that, Artoria continued dealing with the letters and papers scattered on the table until she finally finished clearing the dirty dishes from her abundant breakfast with fluid speed and wrote a letter to Buckingham Palace scheduling an appointment for a visit
Having put things in order and with a few pounds in her possession, Artoria prepared to go for a walk
Artoria currently lived in a private villa in an upscale district where the nobility or people of high social status normally resided.
The villa itself was a three story mansion with a front and back yard up to 30 or 40 meters long with an underground storage area up to two layers deep, fully equipped.
It was a large house, but not as extravagant as a castle; after all, there were many structures and houses similar to ancient fortresses in England.
"Well, no matter how many storms you go through, I will take care of you until the end because now you are my steed."
I swear to the vehicle parked in the car space in the garden
It was an imported Mercedes Benz 540k with slight modifications to fit my size, a classic among classics. If well maintained, it will be worth millions in the future.
Artoria was a car fanatic in her previous life, and seeing the marvel she once thought would never be within her reach before her almost made her kneel to show her mercy to the goddess who sent her this gift.
"Are you planning to go out today, Miss Pendragon?"
While Artoria was admiring the wonder before her, the sweet voice of an old woman pulled her from her trance, turning her gaze and focusing her attention on the visitor.
"Mrs. Taylor, good morning, please excuse my poor posture."
I respectfully greet the elderly woman on the other side of the fence.
This was Artoria's neighbor of three years, Anastasia Brown Taylor, a kind 53 year old woman who had accompanied Artoria to some tea parties, not caring about her masculine attire and unfeminine temperament. She was a good friend of Artoria's during her stay in the district.
"I've already told you to just call me Anna, there's no need for formalities with this old woman. Are you planning to go shopping this time? Good heavens, if I didn't know, I'd wonder where your pantry disappears so quickly."
The older lady sneered slightly, causing a light blush to rise to Artoria's cheeks.
"No, it's not that... well, not exactly, I just plan to make some preparations before moving to Liverpool. I've been called in for my service and I need to get ready."
Artoria answered somewhat embarrassed, and in response the older woman expressed her concern about it.
"I see, it's truly a shame. This only confirms that the situation is much more serious than expected. If even a young woman like you has to go to the battlefield, even my husband, who was supposed to be retired, was called up to the army."
I commented sadly while asking God for safety for my relatives
"It's not something that can be avoided; the fuse is too close to the fire, and we can't hold it. We can only do what's within our power... I hope you have a good day, Mrs. Anna."
With that last thought, Artoria got into the car and quickly left the community, being seen off by the worried old woman.
Artoria's departure wasn't just for leisure; she wanted to explore the outside world a bit, but she also wanted to gather supplies. Military rations are neither good nor plentiful, and that would likely be unimaginable torture for her. Of course, she could endure and share suffering with her comrades, but as long as she can do something beforehand, then no fling, Carria.
She didn't have anything like a dimensional inventory or anything to help her hide or store whatever she wanted, but she could create an inherent barrier without a concept of time where she could place whatever she wanted. Not much discretion was needed; after all, in this era there were no security cameras or internet. You just had to pretend to put things in the trunk when...
"The riding skill is quite convenient; before, I didn't even know how to drive, much less this type of car."
Artoria commented as she skillfully drove along the lightly trafficked road.
Five minutes ago, she left the upper class community and entered the main road. There weren't many cars like in a modern city, and the safety rules were different. Often, Artoria crossed paths with horse drawn carriages.
It was a unique sight that wouldn't be found in a modern city in Artoria's previous life, but what else could one expect but the 30
She entered the London shopping center, parked in a public area, and, carrying her purchases, careful not to appear suspicious, she didn't take long to move through different food stores, buying everything she could without seeming excessive.
There was a notable food shortage in the state, so Artoria made sure to take supplies that were easy to obtain and plentiful in the market.
She didn't really have much time for sightseeing. If times weren't tough, Artoria would take things at her leisure, as long as she wanted, but that wasn't the case. After finishing her shopping, Artoria returned to her residence, giving a quick hello to Mrs. Anna and putting the items she had left in the trunk so as not to arouse suspicion.
She quickly went up to the second floor studio, preparing everything she needed to start her small project.
"Alchemy isn't my strongest specialty, even with Artoria's caster and berserker abilities at my disposal. Those two versions weren't well versed in magical research either."
What Artoria plans to do is synthesize the food she just acquired into a kind of energy bar, tasty and filling enough to survive her years in military service.
To be honest, at this point Artoria doesn't really even need to eat. Being a combination of Fairy, Dragon, and Alien, she practically doesn't even need to breathe. But this isn't something she accepted willingly. Artoria loves to eat and enjoys every bite as if it were her last. This isn't just because in her past life she led a life lacking in dietary diversity, but it also has to do with the influence of having transformed into Artoria.
So this experiment will not only allow you to disguise entire meals in a compact way, but it will also allow you to feel satisfied without much trouble.
It's not meant to be that what she does will become a magic tool or a jewel; it's just necessary to appease her need to eat.
"It shouldn't be too difficult, at least with what little I know of chemistry I should be able to manage."
With that said, Artoria has gathered the materials and weight to work with.
10 minutes later
"Noises of a creature of unknown origin "
"....."
Before Artoria, on the desk, a grotesque black and gray mass writhed continuously on the alchemy circle. Its structure resembled fermented dough left in the sun, and grotesque faces, like a tormented soul, peeped out from its surface. This almost made Artoria instinctively draw the Calibur, eager to purify the evil entity.
Without a second thought, Artoria discarded (destroyed) the strange creature and resumed with a new attempt
Several hours passed before they could reach a result, and as night fell, Artoria finally obtained a satisfactory result; she would just have to make a few improvements.
This continued until the following morning
4 days later
Currently, Artoria is waiting in one of the countless rooms in Buckingham Palace, enjoying a fine cup of tea brought by the servants. Artoria waited patiently for the little hostess she came to see.
"Miss Artoria!"
Abruptly opening the bedroom door, little Princess Elisabeth entered with her hair a little disheveled and her breathing slightly ragged.
"Good morning, princess, please excuse the intrusion."
Artoria greeted her with a polite nod, but without being overly formal. She already knew the other party, and the other party knew her too; there was no need for rigidity when they were alone.
"I apologize for the delay; I made some mistakes during my etiquette class and it ended up taking longer than it should have."
"The little girl complained as she fixed her long blonde hair," she said.
"I have no idea what Queen Elizabeth looked like as a child, so I created my own version just for the story."
The girl was only 12 years old, but she was already beginning to show a character worthy of a queen despite her youth.
The girl had long blonde hair braided in swirls, slanted blue eyes giving the impression of always being in a bad mood, and a mole located on one side of her lip giving her a unique charm. The girl also wore a blue and white dress that made her look quite charming.
"I imagine that with how excited you were, you ended up tripping at some point."
Artoria amusedly noticed the slight redness on the little queen's cheeks
"I wasn't excited! I just got a little distracted!"
The queen argued as she sank down onto one of the chairs around the coffee table where Artoria was having tea, and without asking permission, she took one of the sweets from the table that were being served as appetizers.
Artoria simply smiled knowingly at this.
"What's with that charming prince smile? Don't think for a second that I'm going to forgive you for not visiting me all this time!"
The little princess scolded Artoria, pointing at her with the cookie she was eating.
"Princess, it's not polite to point at people like that."
Artoria reprimanded her, to which Elisabeth only replied with indifference.
"What does it matter? There's nobody else here. This is my only moment of peace in several months. Don't come telling me it's rude or that I'm not going to bite you."
Having said that, I got up from the seat in front of Artoria and then sat down on her lap.
In response, Artoria could only smile with a hint of bitterness.
According to her memories of her identity in this world, the little princess was always like this with her; on the surface she was always obedient and dedicated to her duties as royalty, but when she was near Artoria she easily let go, clinging to her and acting like a spoiled brat.
She is mature for her age and knows how to give appropriate answers to appropriate questions, but in the end, she is still a child.
"Don't be rude, princess. Your father would cry if he saw you speaking ill of others."
Artoria gently caressing the head of the little queen
"Hmm! That coward can say whatever he wants, a lame horse has more courage than that man who's already taking too long to go bald!"
Isabel threw a small tantrum while Artoria smiled bitterly again
She may be a child, but she's already very aware of the country's politics and doesn't seem very happy with her father's and the minister's decision to approve the absorption of territory by Nazi Germany. In her opinion, it's like giving more meat to a lion, who finds the hand holding it more appealing.
"The Nazi persecution of the Jews is increasing, and their eyes are firmly on the Poles! And he excuses it by saying it's to appease them! As if they were some kind of wild animal that would run away if you handed them leftover food!"
The princess complained, stamping her feet on Artoria's legs.
For a while they were like that, with little Elisabeth complaining while Artoria just smiled and listened attentively, like a good knight who is willing to listen to the problems of maidens.
They continued like this for a while until they finally moved on to the problem they wanted to address.
"You'll be leaving soon, won't you?"
The little princess asked, almost in an inaudible whisper that could only be heard by someone with super developed senses like Artoria's.
"...I'll be fine. I know what you're worried about and I understand, but let me tell you, it won't happen. Even if the world falls apart, I won't disappear. Whether the enemy comes from the front or the back, in the sky or on the earth, I will always return victorious. Do you know why?"
Cutting at the last part, Artoria lowered the princess from her lap, placed her in front of her as she knelt, and with a smile looked without hesitation into the large blue eyes in front of her
"Because I am a gentleman"
Liverpool: logistics hub
Time passed, and four days before the expected date, Artoria had already taken the first train to Liverpool. The transportation infrastructure of this era was not as advanced as in the time when Artoria lived, so the train journey would be quite long; therefore, she decided to leave days in advance.
"Once I'm assigned my team, the wheels of time will begin to turn... things won't be as simple as a war makes them out to be; this world isn't just for humans."
Artoria commented, reclining in the seat of her private room on the train.
Artoria knew this world was a maelstrom of mutant chaos, ancient gods, multiversal entities, and, least worrying or most worrying, a good number of mad, warmongering, and mentally unstable scientists.
Artoria didn't know much about the Marvel universe, but she knew that once the chaos of war ended, a much greater chaos would begin to brew; times of peace wouldn't last long.
"It's best to make preparations; there are still things I wouldn't be able to handle on my own."
Artoria commented as she conjured a golden goblet in her hand.
Artoria stared at the cup with cold eyes, a detailed plan forming in her mind. She knew how to harness this miraculous object to transform it into an ultimate weapon, but she couldn't do it alone. Her abilities alone weren't enough; she would need help, and she knew how to get it.
"I know it's a bit cowardly to think about this, but when it comes to that person, my heart clenches instinctively. I just hope the goddess helps make the encounter less complicated."
Artoria commented, leaning her back wearily against the leather armchair in the room.
In theory, she was a goddess who could see beyond the superficial, but even so, she couldn't clearly see the outcome of this upcoming plan, and that worried her.
With a thousand thoughts in her head, Artoria finally arrived in Liverpool
At the station, she didn't stop to look around; he took the first nearby transport and headed to the logistics base located in the region.
They didn't make her wait long, they gave her her equipment and she was sent to Aldershot, a practically militarized city.
Upon arriving, Artoria quickly settled into her team, placing the few things she had brought with her in the designated tent. Obviously, she had brought many more things, but everything was hidden within her inherent barrier.
While there, Artoria stood out quite a bit from the others, not only for being the only woman on the entire base, but also because she was larger than most of the men around her, which made her very noticeable. Her presence, which she used to intimidate anyone who approached, gave off a rather intimidating vibe.
This avoided problems that could have arisen from her being the only woman there, and the fact that during the exercises it was quite clear that she far surpassed them in every aspect
There weren't many privileges for her. Despite previously belonging to the royal family and holding a noble title, her only privileges were a private shower and changing room. Everything else remained the same: she ate with the other recruits, slept in the same barracks, did the same exercises, and followed the same orders.
Artoria did her job properly, and her superiors didn't make it difficult for her. She excelled so much in her role as a soldier that she was even idolized as the last representation of a good knight, despite being a woman.
Time passed and Artoria went through several deployments during this time, during which she was told that tensions were increasing and that war would be at England's doorstep sooner rather than later.
The continued rescue of Jewish emigrants was becoming more frequent, as was the discovery of spies and increased border patrols; everything indicated that something big was about to happen.
November 28, 1938
Artoria is currently in a military convoy en route to an assault mission; a Nazi camp has been reported stationed south of England on the English Channel, hidden in an old, abandoned fortress.
Reports claimed they were using the canal to discreetly send captured Jews to the German borders, disguising them as refugees. This prompted a rapid deployment of forces for their elimination, and Artoria was appointed captain of the main team.
Upon arrival, the team parked 10 kilometers from the objective with extreme caution. They advanced as a united front; they couldn't be too open, after all, the other side was holding hostages.
"We'll need to secure the hostages before entering. Teams 2 and 3 will go through the supply tunnels seen on the map, seal off the escape routes, and ensure no one gets out alive. Teams 4 and 6 will position themselves to the south and disable the batteries upon deployment. The rest of you will come with me to the area where the prisoners are hidden. I'll infiltrate first to avoid raising any alarms. Everyone understood?"
""yes sir!!""
The group of armed men responded with their souls
These men, who previously scorned the idea of a woman joining their ranks, now feel only deep respect and loyalty towards Artoria, not only for her leadership skills but also for her character, her decisiveness, and her courage.
Everyone feared death; all had hesitated to move forward. Not her. She was the first to face death, the first to venture into danger, the first to risk everything to protect her companions. If that didn't earn her everyone's respect, who knows what would have.
In addition, there was also the important factor that Artoria was a very beautiful woman; that alone earned her a special place in the hearts of these men.
Artoria stood at the front, her face a mask of bitterness as she sensed the growing fighting spirit of her comrades. She knew what they were thinking and wasn't bothered by it; after all, she probably thought the same. He was a gentleman, after all!
The main team continued advancing through the forest until, not far away, they could see a long stone wall; it was the old fortress where the Nazi camp was hidden.
Without waiting for orders, the entire team split up, heading to their respective assignments, while the sniper team positioned itself at a distance.
Artoria took her own equipment and parked on one of the fortress's nearly collapsed walls.
"Behind this wall is the door that leads to the fortress's underground storeroom. Hold your position until I give you the signal. The other groups will also act accordingly. Understood?"
Artoria whispered, looking seriously at her men, to which they simply nodded. They didn't need any further explanation; they had worked together for quite some time, they already knew the procedures and understood what Artoria meant.
Without further delay, Artoria leaped the five meters over the wall, clinging to the edge to avoid being seen. She didn't care if her extraordinary physical condition was noticed by her group; they had already passed enough tests that it didn't matter. Besides, Artoria was backed by the government and the royal family. Even if they reported her as a mutant, that wouldn't go far because she wasn't one, and Artoria hadn't planned to hold back from the start. If they underestimated her as a normal human being, it would be problematic for future operations. The foundation of a team is trust; that's why they could expect Artoria to enter the fortress alone and complete her mission unharmed.
Artoria didn't need to look over the wall to know what was happening on the other side. With her magical senses, her monstrous intuition, and her presence sensing abilities, she could know how the guards were moving before they moved, where they would move, and what they would do.
She crossed the wall unseen and unheard by anyone; the basic skills of the assassin class allowed her to move around the place without worry, without anyone noticing her.
Sooner rather than later, Artoria entered the underground warehouse and killed all the guards stationed inside. Artoria felt that being an assassin didn't suit her very well. She could blow up the entire fortress in one blow if she wanted, but being too conspicuous wasn't good either, so she swallowed her dissatisfaction and continued with her mission.
After a while, Artoria arrived at the area where the hostages were being held. She knew because she could sense many signs of life on the other side of the door, and they weren't Nazis.
Without much thought, Artoria created an improvised territory with a noise canceling function. After that, he took both sides of the reinforced iron door and with one jerk ripped it from the wall along with the hinges.
On the other side, a large number were piled up against each other in a fairly small space. They looked weak, with torn and old clothes. They were scared. I looked at Artoria with extreme caution. These were the Jewish refugees captured by the Nazis.
"You are safe! I am a member of the British Army, everyone come out in order and stand behind me!"
I order Artoria without time for interrogations, using her leadership skills to control the crowd.
The refugees, affected by Artoria's kingly aura, obeyed and positioned themselves behind her as she left.
Artoria took the reinforced steel door she had torn from the wall and placed it in front of her as a sort of large, improvised shield.
This wasn't for Artoria's protection; she didn't need it. After all, unlike the other soldiers, Artoria carried little protection and equipment. She only had a standard army rifle, a couple of grenades, a shortwave radio, a hunting knife, and a longsword at her waist. That was all she needed. She wasn't even wearing a helmet. The shield door was meant to protect the hostages from any danger coming from the front.
The sword may seem useless to others, but in Artoria's hands it was a weapon a thousand times more deadly than firearms. Her superiors have seen her with it, but they didn't care; after all, she has already proven how useful it is.
Moving through the narrow corridor, Artoria quickly reached the exit door, unconcerned by the flow of people crowding on the other side.
"BAAAAAN!"
With a powerful kick, Artoria sent the heavy door flying, taking with it everyone behind it.
"Shouts in German"
Without waiting for a hail of bullets to appear, they were greeted by Artoria and the shield gate, the only barrier protecting the refugees from imminent death.
Artoria remained calm, withstanding the bullets as if they were nothing, holding the shield in one hand and firing her rifle in the other, killing a Nazi soldier with each bullet. The Archer class was not named after her.
Artoria doesn't need to kill everyone; she just needs to create enough space for the refugees to leave and for her to advance.
"It's time for others to act."
With that said, Artoria took one of the grenades from hwe raft and threw it into the space she had created, landing on one of the Nazi transport vehicles.
"BOOOOOM!!"
A great roar echoed throughout the fortress; the explosion wasn't huge, but it took out everything large enough to be affected.
This was the signal for the others to act.
"BOOOOM!" BOOOOM! "BOOOOOOM!"
"Everyone assist the captain!"
Before the enemy had time to recover from the first explosion, several more began to erupt throughout the base, accompanied by the shrill cry of one of Artoria's men.
At that moment the situation changed; the Nazis now not only had to deal with a resilient army with terrifying accuracy in killing, but also with their men reinforced with the same leadership skills. There were also the other groups that flanked two important areas for the defense of the base.
"Jone, escort the hostages! I'll cover you!"
I call Artoria one of the men who had breached the siege that previously surrounded her until he reached close to there
"yes sir!!"
With utmost dedication, Private Jones guided the refugees who slowly emerged from the underground warehouse, while Artoria defended all possible flanks.
Gradually, more team members joined the escort, advancing rapidly towards the exit created by the team that had just entered to support Artoria.
"Hostages secured! Kill them all!"
I order Artoria upon seeing the last of the refugees leaving and being escorted by the soldiers stationed outside the fortress
"BAAN!"
Without further ado, Artoria threw the shield at a group of Nazi soldiers, killing them instantly. She drew her sword and fearlessly charged into the front lines of the enemy.
"Shouts in German"
Swift, precise, elegant, and deadly, Artoria moved through the enemy ranks with almost divine grace; each cut was fatal, each cut promised never to see the light of day again.
As more soldiers from Artoria's team entered the conflict, the number of enemies to be dealt with was reduced more rapidly, systematically avoiding killing members who appeared to have a high rank; among them, these were for interrogation.
"Cursing in German"
Having eliminated the last soldier who resisted, the base finally fell silent, with the remnants of the battle that had just been fought covering every corner of the place.
"That was the last one. Do a reconnaissance and look for possible survivors. If there are still hostages, let me know."
""yes sir!!""
I ordered Artoria, to which the team responded in affirmation, dispersing in groups of 4 to 5; exploring an enemy base alone would be stupid.
"..."
Being the only one there, Artoria moved towards one of the supply crates that hadn't been destroyed by the gunfire and sat down on it, letting out an audible sigh.
Artoria wasn't tired; after all, this was less than a warm up exercise for her. She was just frustrated by the complications of the times. War hadn't even been declared yet, and already this kind of situation was happening, and it wasn't the first time. These missions were repeated often enough to be worrying.
Her Artoria side told her there was nothing to discuss, that war was like that, but the side that lived as a humble worker in her previous life kept complaining about it.
[Sir, we have a problem]
In the midst of her reflection, Artoria received a message from the experimental radio station that they had delivered this compact device, still in the development phase, and gave it to Artoria and some members of her team as proof of its effectiveness. Consequently, it proved to be quite effective at short range at least, and it was inconvenient for a team member to have to carry the heavy transistor that connected the communications.
"What happened? Did they find any problems?"
I ask, Artoria, returning the focus to the situation at hand.
"There's been a problem. We found a secret entrance behind the wall of the underground warehouse that led to an iron door with a strange symbol."
"...strange symbol"
Upon hearing that, Artoria's intuition told her that it was something extremely important.
"I'll be there right away"
Without wasting any time, Artoria hung up and headed to the place mentioned; she didn't need to know the address, she would find it out on her own.
...
"This is not good."
Artoria said, looking at the gigantic iron gates that emitted strange technological glimmers for the current era.
In fact, Artoria really wanted to use stronger words to express herself about the situation, but when she opened her mouth only a few sentences came out, but in general it could be translated as what those sons of bitches had to be like.
What's most worrying about the iron port? It's the logo painted on it.
"Is this... an octopus?"
"A soldier asked, looking at the image with confusion," he said.
"No, it isn't."
Artoria corrected herself, looking at the figure of a skull surrounded by tentacles, painted a deep red.
"It's a hydra"
Artoria answered with complete seriousness