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The Chariot of God

「I remember now. The Throne-type was a joint creation of the original Astraea and Eirene.」

「That can only mean trouble.」

Blue’s face clouded with foreboding.

「The shields had all sorts of gimmicks built in. Rare for Astraea, who normally pursues simplicity. I remember asking her about it.」

「It’ll charge us head-on, like that thing. I’m sure of it.」

Blue, shaken by the unreasonable dual-shield armaments, immediately equated it with a certain P Silhouette, the same one that Abel himself had piloted before.

「It does not charge like that. The Throne-type was designed by my original and Eirene, so I must apologize. But it was not to my taste. The gimmick was Eirene’s idea.」

Astraea manifested to explain herself. To her, it must have felt like having an embarrassing memory dragged back into the light.

「The Throne-type, ‘Merkava’, was born to be the shield of the frontline—a heavy-armored Silhouette. You may safely assume this is the defensive line.」

「And