"——————(Columbia)"
"Meunière? What's wrong, Meunière?"
"He's been waiting eagerly for the Astolfo and seems to be overjoyed, please leave him be, Director."
"He was noisy until just a moment ago. Going 'Connla-chan Hoaahh! Hoaahh!'. I think Cú Chulainn-san should just crack his skull open."
"I-I see... Meunière, submit a leave request... You can have the day off..."
"A servant that caters to my tastes just as much as d'Eon-kun-chan has arrived!! Hyuuu!!"
"Roman-sama, a boy and a girl. Which would you prefer ♥?"
"W-W-Well, let's see... I-I'm sure if they resemble you, either would be cute, I think... ah, ahahaha..."
"I wish for them to resemble you, to be wise and intelligent ♥"
"R-Really!? That, well, makes me happy, ahahaha... Uugh, interacting with a woman who has feelings for me is so nerve-wracking..."
"Just so you know, I am a woman too?"
"Marie is like a little sister! I don't see her as a girl at all, so it's fine!"
"Romani, didn't you hear? When it comes to striking, I go even further than Ricca, you know?"
"Hii!?"
Golden Leap, Mad Dog Sprint
America, the vast expanding land.
Across that vast land, difficult to even overlook, let alone hope to traverse on foot—the heroes saving the Human Order run through—!
"With Vimana's speed, it would take but an instant, but this land is so vast, trampling it in an instant would be boorish. Let us enjoy the journey through the sky for a while."
Even so, Gilgamesh pilots Vimana through the sky at speeds exceeding 300km/h.
"Macha, Sainglain! Do your best!"
"Bururau!! (Osu!!)"
"Hiiin (Gotta make sure not to lose sight of Setanta~)"
The chariot driven by the charioteer Laeg also roars, trampling the American land as it runs through.
"Amaaaazing!"
Ricca raises a voice of admiration on Vimana.
"Y-Yes...!"
Mash does the same.
What are they marveling at? It is—
"What's wrong with you guys! If you don't hurry up, I'm leaving you behind!"
They are surprised by the existence of Cú Chulainn running ahead of Macha and Sainglain's chariot.
The chariot's speed is roughly equal to Vimana, reaching 300km/h. Faster than that, even faster, he is leaving them in the dust with just his own body.
Faster than the throne soaring through the heavens, faster than the chariot dashing across the earth, Cú Chulainn's sprint tramples the American land...!
"Fuhahahaha! What good legs! Worthy of calling yourself a Dog!"
"Faster than Vimana, that's too amazing! Aniki can really do anything!"
—To think reproducing a hero's anecdotes would result in something like this in reality...!
"Truth is stranger than fiction, huh. Umu. The words of our predecessors are full of such profundity."
"As expected, you must be like that, Setanta."
With a smile on his usually taciturn face, Laeg praises his close friend's strong legs.
"That's a line for a charioteer!? Show some guts, Macha! Sainglain!"
"Hahahahahahaha! You're the only Mad Dog in this world faster than a horse! Cú Chulainn!"
Ferdiad laughs loudly while slapping his knee. He knows. The absurdity of his close friend.
"Master! Hero King! Mash-san! This is my Father—!"
How about that—! Connla thrusts a fist into the air.
—Truly amazing...! Cú Chulainn, the Great Hero representing the Ulster Cycle...!
"—Hmph. I care not for speed comparisons, but it irks me somewhat that your interest is directed at someone other than me. —Alright."
"Fuhahahaha!! You have a good father! I will acknowledge that, Connla! But you are naive! Know the folly of competing with me, vying for supremacy!"
The King stands up from his throne, his eyes shining sharply.
"Eh, what are you going to do!?"
"Understanding the location and arriving there is the march! If the one who arrives there is the conqueror! Then it can be none other than me!"
With a roar that shakes the heavens. He slams the King's words against Cú Chulainn running on the ground and those in the chariot.
"And I shall teach you one thing. Let the starting point be A, and the ending point be B. Do you know what means one should take to run through and traverse this faster, more swiftly, and in the shortest way possible? Ea."
—Umm... Run from A to B at maximum speed... perhaps?
"Fuhaha, you would think so, wouldn't you? But that is wrong. Just as well. I shall teach you the principle of the shortest path in this race. —This is the answer!"
"Watch closely! And bow your heads to the fact that I am the King of Heroes among true heroes, distinct from you lot!! Ricca, Mash! Close your eyes!"
"Y-Yeah!"
"Senpai, your hand...!"
"Now catch a glimpse! Of all creation! The truth that there is none equal to me!!"
"You bastard, what are—"
No sooner had Cú Chulainn let the words slip—
"A.U.O.!! Leap Warp!!"
The moment he snapped his fingers, Vimana turned from solid matter into light, pushing aside everything in all worlds and transferring to the destination—!
—Warp—!?
"Fuhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! This is the answer! 'Connect the starting and ending points'! Distance be damned! 'As long as you arrive, that is enough'! How is it, Ea! Have you realized my greatness! Fuhahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"
—It's amazing! But, but, isn't that incredibly immature, Hero King~!!
"I say those who cannot even warp should not compete with me! Come back when you have at least acquired the speed of light! Now Ea! Praise me! Praise me! Fuhahahaha!!"
"What!? The Hero King's ship disappeared!? Hahahahahaha! What strange things we encounter! This is astonishing! To think there was a ship with a technique like a Light God! Cú Chulainn has been beaten this time!"
Ferdiad laughs broadly on the cargo bed. Laughing at the unknown, laughing on the battlefield. That is the basic backbone of the Celts.
"No waaaaay! Th-That's cheating! Cheating, cheating! Just because he can't beat Father on foot, doing the Secret of the Salmon Leap with a ship! Unfair—!!"
"Gohohh—!!"
Connla's fist, swung around while throwing a tantrum, pierces Ferdiad's abdominal muscles.
The fist of Connla, who boasts talent equal to or surpassing Cú Chulainn, is a super punch with the strength of 100 average soldiers. If it weren't for Ferdiad's thoroughly trained body, the fist would have gone right through.
"Bururuau!! (Huh!? Where did the ship go!?)"
"Hiiiin (No way, did it go already~? So faaast)"
"...Calm down."
Laeg soothes the unrest and maintains momentum.
"Good grief. Competing in speed and yet jumping and warping. What a sore loser—Just like that fishing incident back then!!"
He steps firmly one, two, three times. The trampled earth cracks like cookies or biscuits and shatters into powder.
"I don't have time to listen to nagging or sarcasm! I'll arrive within one second of him arriving! Don't fall behind!"
With that momentum, he leaps tens of meters into the sky.
"I'm going ahead!!"
Stepping on the air wall in the sky with the Secret of the Salmon Leap, at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, Cú Chulainn runs through the sky like a comet—!
"...To think there was a hero who could match Setanta. You never know."
Kukuku, Laeg laughs.
"Macha—! Sainglain—! Faster, faster! Much faster—!"
"Bururururururua————u!! (So, where did that ship go!?)"
"Hiiiiiiiin!! (Gonna get brushed when we rest—)"
"Guoo... Even if she became a maiden, she is Cú Chulainn's son... no shadow on that talent, huh..."
Ferdiad writhes. A body blow is the agony of hell.
"Ah, Ferdiad-san, are you okay!? Um, is it a stomach ache? Do you need a diaper?"
"Hahahahahaha... I'm okay, I'm okay... there is no room for a diaper in tights!"
"Macha, Sainglain. Don't rush. You'll hurt your legs. Maintain this speed. If you try to match them, your bodies won't hold. Make getting your legs used to this land the priority. Got it?"
""(Osu!!)""
Gouging out the American earth, Laeg's chariot led by Macha and Sainglain runs through.
"...Kuku. World crisis isn't bad either. Being able to wield my skills as his charioteer to my heart's content in this new second life."
Laeg has never once responded to a summon until now. Because he intends to respond only to a summon based on his bond with Cú Chulainn.
Yet here he is, existing together, fighting together, carrying his guy's son... no, daughter, was it? on the platform and running through.
...Quite a rare experience. Laeg muses alone.
"If it's come to this, I'll dash too!"
"Wait wait wait! Good children and humanity must not imitate Cú Chulainn! You won't have enough lives!"
"I am Cú Chulainn's son—!"
"...Macha, Sainglain. Increase speed. It would be trouble if Connla committed suicide."
Crack, he whips the two strongly.
The gigantic chariot led by two gigantic horses, raising neighs, ran through the North American continent in an instant—
Camp
"Fuhaha! As expected, I am the fastest!"
—I see... Warp is a technique connecting the entrance and exit... I learned something.
"I opened my eyes and we were at the camp!? Super speed!?"
"I feel like I tasted a glimpse of something more terrifying...!"
"—Yotto. Did I keep you waiting?"
—Fast!? He caught up to us who warped this quickly!?
"Doing something so immature. Remember this, seriously."
"Hmph. It is your lack of ability that you cannot even warp. Remember that you cannot respond to Uruk Arts unless you use teleportation as well. What happened to the chariot?"
"They'll come eventually. ...So, why did we come here? Is there something?"
"Y-Yes. It said there is an 'Angel'..."
"Angel?"
"Hmm. If it's the angel I know, beautiful voices and gunshots should be echoing..."
'Treatment inducing vomiting, therapy administering zinc, or my gun; which is the latest? Do not make me say it again.'
"Gunshots! Bingo! Let's go Mash, Gil! Aniki and the others wait a bit, if it's not me it probably won't be a conversation!"
"O-Oh...?"
—An angel making gunshots roar in a refugee camp...
(Ah, I feel like I kinda get it, me.)
—I know nurses... but I don't know angels holding guns...
(Ah, by the way, I can do something like warping too. If I use Ea's Precious Power, look (Quantization))
—Fou!?
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