On board the Skycruiser Dropship where it flies toward the designated place called Narita Mountain where there will be a big mission ahead for Xavier's plan has come to pass. They have been informed that the time of secrecy is over and it is time to reveal themselves to the world. Shiro Mayu and her friends feel so excited that Salvatia is finally going to reveal themselves to the world. Something they wished to go out fighting openly without being hidden away from the world. They wish everyone to see them real fight so the world will see how actions will change for the better.

With their mighty army of Salvatia and advanced military arsenal, the Holy Britannian Empire, including two superpower nations, will have reason to terrifying their powerful might. They will see that Salvatia possess not only weapons, but supernatural powers that no humans comprehend as they are more like it's from mythical books, except it is real. The Britannians won't see it coming when they encountering Salvatian possess supernatural powers to wreck their vehicles, let fire or ice on soldiers, crushing knightmare frames using gravity magic, or anything else that turn Britannian's proud and pride into cowering in fear.

Ishiwari Mayu sat on the seat, crossing her arms on the chest thinking about this mission. She already knows the Supreme Sovereign has decided to reveal themselves to the world, making a first step of getting Japan free independence from Britannian colonial rule. She and her friends have been briefed that Princess Cornelia, Knight Nonette Enneagram, Princess Marrybell and her Glinda Knights are present to participate in the operation to wipe out JLF. But they will also order engagements against the JLF too. To Salvatia, the JLF is considered a nationalistic terrorist for the actions of Lake Kawaguchi. To her, this is insane. She may tolerate fighting some Japanese resistance groups that are involved in racism and willing to harm civilians who are Britannians. But fighting a powerful resistance group made up of former Japanese military personnel that have survived to continue to fight for independence? That is something for her mind, feeling complex to willingly fight fellow Japanese once more. She understands that JLF have been developing a xenophobic mindset for what she has heard, but she is thinking if Xavier could just convince them to join side together to free Japan. That is what JLF wanted, and it is similar to Salvatia. But Xavier makes it clear Salvatia do not associate to xenophobic groups, even if they wished to liberate their home country from foreign colonial rule. The JLF actions in Lake Kawaguchi proves that. No negotiation to the type of people who express xenophobic who believe in superior over inferior race. Moreover, there are types of people like Yakuza for instance, harming the weak just to satisfy their entertainment and commit a number of crimes able to get away with the consequence. Well, the Salvatia are here and they are going to punish them. Nonetheless, she is willing to get over it. Sometimes it is a necessary evil in order to bring Japan freedom by any means. For her people.

Her mind snapped when her sister called her out. "Sis! Come here please."

Ishiwari stood up from her seat and went over to her friends. When she got there, she looked at the front to see something humanoid beneath in the large sheet. Before everyone could say it, Bakir Lavaheart the Kobold right beside it grabs a sheet and pulls it off. Wolfram, Ishiwari, and her others look shocked and amazed at the same time to see a new model design of mecha frame so advanced and new from other different mecha frame models.

This new mecha frame model features a tall and self-assured, like a silent knight waiting for the order to move. Its frame carried an unsettling grace, the biomechanical artificial musculature beneath its armor shifting with a faint, almost organic tension, as if the machine were quietly breathing. Matte steel-gray neolaminate plates wrapped its body in clean, deliberate layers, each seam traced with sharp lines of gold that caught the light like veins of energy running just under the surface. Its head bore a proud, crown-like crest, giving the machine an air of cold nobility. Beneath the helm, a narrow red visor glowed steadily, watching the world with the patience of a seasoned predator. The faceplate was angular and disciplined, neither bulky nor delicate, but perfectly balanced for a unit built to strike fast and hit hard. From the sides, the shoulder armor extended outward in firm, aerodynamic slabs, hinting that this machine favored speed and precision over brute force. Subtle seams along the helmet concealed the head-mounted electron-phased plasma vulcan cannons, integrated so smoothly that they preserved the machine's clean, predatory silhouette. The chest was compact but powerful, layered armor hugging the artificial musculature underneath. Two small circular emitter nodes rested near the upper torso like quiet, watchful eyes. Below, the waist armor flared into segmented skirt plates that shifted easily with movement, allowing it to remain both protected and agile. Its legs were long and strongly shaped, the biomechanical structure giving them a natural, almost lifelike posture that made the machine feel less like a machine and more like a weapon given form. At its back rested the ArcRepulsor engine array, sleek and tightly integrated, with additional repulsor units built into the rear legs and hidden beneath the feet. Even at rest, the configuration suggested explosive speed like a sprinter poised on the starting line. Its forearms were equipped with heavy energy barrier gauntlets, each one broad and hexagonal, edged in bright gold with a faint green core at their center. They looked less like simple shields and more like compact fortresses mounted to its arms.

"Oh.. my... god... That is so awesome!" Furuse Kohei shouted with excitement to look at a new model.

Usui Wakumi's whistles are so impressive that the new mecha frame design is so magnificent. "I'm impressed. Salvatians make quite good designs for fighting. It even looks like it's ready to kick ass."

Bakir laughed in glee. "This new model of mecha frame–MGF-93 Maleagant–is built for the best of the best to take on elite enemy units. It has a smaller version of anti-gravity engines underneath the feet to hover on ground while main engines like arcrepulsor engines do the work of gliding through the battlefield. Those two small circular emitter nodes rested near the upper torso—designed as sensor modules for short-range battlefield radar arrays, detecting enemy movement, electromagnetic signature trackers, heat and energy discharge analyzers, and target acquisition support for the head-mounted plasma vulcans, which is over there," He pointed at the helmet where a pair of electron-plasma vulcan cannons concealed there, "Yep, this would allow to target them afar if it doesn't have a weapon needed. Finally, for the defense, we also build a pair of hexagon-like gauntlets attached on its forearms to activate heavy energy barriers. Of course, we may add an energy shield system too for extra protection." He finished explaining the details and cleared his throat for speaking long words. "Yep, this baby could take on every enemy single-handley. Only the best ace pilot you can ever pilot this one." He tapped his hand on Maleagant's left leg.

"Wow! That's so cool!" Shiro Mayu said, "So who is going to use that?"

"Well, that would be 1st Lieutenant Wolfram Blackfang, of course," Bakir said. The Japanese team exchanged surprised looks at Wolfram being chosen to pilot the new mecha frame. "According to his records, he has far more combat experience, especially from his battle against the Combine. He's the best fit for the model I designed."

"I see..." Wolfram nodded. "Thank you, Chief Bakir. This will be a valuable asset when facing Cornelia and the other top-ranked enemies on the battlefield."

"Um? who is the Combine?" Shiro Mayu asked with curiosity.

"Long story, they're bad guys. Hope they won't come to your world." Wolfram said, trying to dismiss her about the Combine that won't panic others.

"Well, would you look at that? Seems like he just scored himself a promotion, and some seriously cool stuff," Yukawa Keiki said, eyeing Wolfram's advanced mecha frame with clear admiration.

Ishiwari stepped forward and faced the group, her voice firm and professional. "Alright, listen up, everyone. This is our moment. We've already proven ourselves in the Middle East and the Saitama Ghetto. Now Salvatia is taking its first real step toward revealing itself to the world. Our world. If we succeed in defeating the two Britannian princesses and their forces, we'll finally show everyone what Salvatia is capable of. Afterwards, Japan will finally be free."

"Even the JLF?" Yukawa Keiki asked hesitantly, clearly uneasy about fighting fellow Japanese from the JLF. The major resistance group that had endured and continued the struggle for liberation since Japan surrendered.

Ishiwari sighed, understanding the uncertainty Yukawa and the others felt about fighting the JLF when they should have been working together to defeat the Britannians and free Japan from oppression. "I know, Yukawa. But by now we have to recognize that the JLF's actions at Lake Kawaguchi, regardless of whether those civilians were Britannians, show just how far they're willing to go. Their extremism only creates more danger and risks destroying any real chance at freedom." She folded her arms, her expression firm. "The JLF is a nationalist resistance group, and from Salvatia's point of view, their methods, while born from the desire to liberate Japan, have become increasingly discriminatory toward non-Japanese. Attacking civilians born in Britannia without giving them a chance to defend themselves is nothing but cowardice." Her voice hardened. "Worse, they've shown clear xenophobic tendencies. Because of that, Salvatia now considers them an enemy. So even if you feel uncomfortable about fighting JLF members, you must set those feelings aside and accept the reality before us." She looked at them steadily. "We have to accept what must be done if we, and Salvatia, are ever going to take Japan back. No matter what happens, we must push on so our people can finally be free."

Her words really shocked her sister and her friends like she is speaking in speech. Shiro and her friends look at each other's faces to decide whether they are taking a chance to free Japan from Britannia in their own ways, and not to other resistance groups in Japan like the JLF. After making a decision, they turned their faces at Ishiwari and nodded without saying a word. They are determined to make it change this world with Salvatia help and they are ready for it.

"Alright, that's all I need," Ishiwari smiling to see them accepting it and willing to make it right for everyone's sake at last. "Now move out! Ready your mecha frames! Make sure everything is ready before operation starts!"

"Aye, aye, ma'am!"

They gave her a playful salute before going to their mecha frames to prepare. Wolfram stepped closer, an impressed smile tugging at his lips.

"I see you become more of a soldier, huh Ishiwari?"

She gave a small, knowing look. "Because I was a soldier, Wolfram."

Her voice softened as old memories surfaced. "I was a corporal with my unit in Hamamatsu, Shizuoka, when we were assigned to hold the line against the Britannian invasion. We fought hard... hard enough to get the civilians out." Her gaze drifted somewhere far away. "But the first time they deployed those Knightmare Frames... we barely survived the moment they opened fire."

Her fingers curled slightly.

"I lost my unit. Our tanks were wiped out. Every advantage we had—gone."

She moved to a nearby crate and sat down heavily.

"When the news of Japan's surrender reached us..." She inhaled slowly, then exhaled the words with weight. "I saw what was left of the Japanese forces. They regrouped at some secret location to reorganize... and left the civilians they were supposed to protect."

Her jaw tightened.

"Defenseless."

For a moment, the hangar noise seemed very far away.

"So I made a choice. I led as many people as I could to safety, somewhere near Shinjuku, before it turned into a ghetto. After that, I went to my hometown in Gunma alone." She gave a faint, humorless breath. "Took me three days to get there."

Her eyes lowered.

"When I got there, there was almost nothing left. My family was gone." Silence settled between them. "I was ready to give up," she admitted quietly. "Ready to join them... if my sister hadn't stopped me from shooting myself." A small, fragile warmth touched her expression. "Seeing her alive gave me a reason to keep me living." She straightened slightly. "A few weeks later, we moved to the Shinjuku ghetto and met Ohgi and the others. After that... we joined the resistance. I've been with my sister and my friends long before your people arrive."

Ishiwari exhaled, some invisible weight finally lifting from her shoulders. Sharing it, especially with someone from another world, felt strangely relieving.

"I see..." he said gently. "I'm sorry for what you and your sister went through."

She shook her head. "It's fine. We learned to endure. To survive." Her gaze hardened with renewed resolve. "But now... after all these years of poverty and oppression, we finally have a chance to take our home back."

"And we will," Wolfram said firmly. His confident grin returned, sharp and determined. "Right after we kick those Britannian ass out of your homeland."

His tone shifted slightly, more cautious. "Though we should be ready. Not every Japanese faction out there shares the same vision we do. Some may try to take advantage."

"I know," Ishiwari replied quietly. She understood that reality all too well.

Their conversation ends there. They went to their mecha frames to get ready for operation. They are going to battle, and it takes place in Narita Mountains. This is where the first step to make Xavier's plan fulfilled.

...

Diethard Office room

Diethard slumped in his chair, steeped in a dull, gnawing boredom after he got demoted for allowing unauthorized broadcasts that give Zero advantage to make address of his initial message during the Lake Kawaguchi incident, especially of Ronin Vindicator that kidnapped an imperial princess in his grasp.

After handing over the requested information to the two Purist members, Jeremiah Gottwald and Villetta, he was finally alone. The door clicked shut behind them. Diethard leaned back and released a long, frustrated sigh. He was disgusted by this kind of work—tedious, rigid, painfully prescriptive. Still, he wasn't sad about losing his status. If anything, the position had always felt beneath him. His gaze drifted to his laptop. With practiced ease, he began digging through articles and underground forums about Zero and his growing list of exploits. Yet again and again, his attention returned to one name.

Ronin Vindicator.

The man's actions were... fascinating. Far more compelling than Zero's theatrics.

There was something almost surgical in Ronin's movements. Calculated. Intentional. Rumors even suggested he had engineered Prince Clovis's death at the hands of his own soldiers back in even to Suzaku parade in the bridge and his involvement during the Lake Kawaguchi incident. And that was only the beginning. The masked vigilante struck everywhere—dangerous criminal syndicates, corrupt Britannian officials, Japanese yakuza groups, even low-ranking dirty politicians and police officers. No pattern. No allegiance. Just results.

Yes... this was far more interesting.

Zero made speeches.

Ronin changed the board.

While others dismissed Ronin Vindicator as just another extremist, Diethard leaned forward with growing hunger in his eyes. This wasn't mere rebellion. It felt like a crusade.

But for what purpose?

Why take Princess Euphemia hostage... only to release her later?

That contradiction gnawed at him. It made the story special. It made the man special. And Diethard was already obsessed. If he could uncover the truth. If he could document something powerful enough to shake the old world to its foundations... Ah. Now that was a simple man's dream.

Suddenly, a ringtone broke the silence.

His brow furrowed. "Huh? What could this be?"

He slipped the phone from his pocket and answered. "Uh, hello? This is Diethard."

"Hello, Mr. Ried. I am sorry about your demotion as producer and journalist," a gentle woman's voice said.

Diethard straightened slightly. "Who is this?"

A soft, knowing hum came through the line. "Oh? Do you recognize my voice... or would you prefer that I introduce myself?" A brief pause. "I am Euphemia li Britannia, Third Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire. But if you would rather dismiss this as a prank, then I shall end the call—"

"No, wait!"

Diethard shot to his feet, shock flashing across his face. A princess? Calling him? He quickly composed himself, clearing his throat as professionalism snapped back into place.

"Uh, Your Highness. How may I assist you?"

"Yes... that is exactly what I hoped to hear," Euphemia replied warmly. "Tell me, is it true that you have been demoted by your news studio?"

Diethard slowly sat back down. "Indeed, Your Highness. I was demoted for continuing an unauthorized broadcast. I'm afraid I'm hardly in a position to be useful to you. Surely a proper channel would better suit your needs."

"Actually," Euphemia said softly, "you are exactly who I need. This is very important... and I would rather not have anyone ruin my surprise. You understand, don't you?"

"Of course. A surprise should remain a surprise," Diethard said smoothly. "But what value can I offer without the status I once had?"

"Mr. Diethard... how would you like to be part of something grand? Something far more interesting than anything you've seen before?"

His eyebrow lifted. "What is it?"

A brief pause followed. Then Euphemia spoke the words that made his pulse spike.

"This involves Ronin Vindicator."

Diethard's eyes widened. For a moment, his mind simply... stalled. The Third Princess of Britannia... was talking about the very masked vigilante the Empire branded a dangerous terrorist.

"...Hello? Mr. Ried? Are you still there?" Euphemia asked gently.

Slowly, a thin, eager smile spread across Diethard's face.

"So," he said, voice smooth with renewed life, "how may I be of assistance, Your Highness?"

...

JLF Headquarters, Narita Mountains

Knightmare Frame Hangar Bay

All JLF soldiers and officers assembled in the hangar after finally receiving the new model of the Japanese-custom Knightmare Frame called the Burai Kai. The massive machines loomed behind the formation like silent guardians. Tohdoh and his Four Holy Swords stood firmly before the Burai Kais, hands clasped behind their backs, posture flawless. At the front, Major General Tatewaki Katase stood atop a large rectangular crate, elevated above the gathered forces as he prepared to speak.

"Soldiers of Japan!"

At once, every JLF soldier and officer snapped to attention with crisp military discipline. Boots planted. Shoulders squared. Faces hardened with unwavering focus.

"Today is a day where our battle has reached us here! You have heard the news coming from our intelligence network. Some of our supply bases and some military base camps have been decimated by unknown forces. We believed it was Britannian dogs did it,"Katase shook his head. "But I always assume it. And it wasn't robin hood-wannabe Black Knights did it. No... We, I, believe it was none other than Ronin Vindicator himself."

The JLF soldiers struggled to catch their breath, unease spreading through their ranks as low murmurs rippled across the camp. The news had struck them hard. Several of their hidden locations had been wiped out over the past few weeks, some within the last month alone. It didn't make sense. There was no way a single masked vigilante could have done this on his own.Those bases had been carefully concealed, kept far from Britannia's watchful eye. Their coordinates were secrets known only to JLF members. And yet, Ronin Vindicator had found those places, and he destroyed them. Anger simmered quickly, feeding on confusion. To many of them, it seemed obvious. Ronin was eliminating the competition, cutting down rival factions under the guise of justice. That was the simplest explanation. But deep down, uncertainty gnawed at them. No one truly understood who—or what—he was. He had held Princess Euphemia in his grasp, the Third Princess of Britannia herself at Lake Kawaguchi hotel. By all logic, she should have been his greatest bargaining chip, or his execution statement to the world. Instead, he released her soon afterwards. That single act unsettled them more than any act of violence. Was it a coincidence? Strategy? A message? The soldiers no longer knew what to believe. And that uncertainty was far more dangerous than hatred.

"But!"

The murmuring stopped at once. Heads turned back toward him.

Katase's voice grew heavier. "That matter will not be discussed today. We have received confirmation that Princess Cornelia herself is advancing on Narita. Alongside her is Glinda Knights, and another is one of the Emperor's Knights of the Round. They have come here for one purpose: to crush the dream of liberation." A ripple of tension passed through the ranks, but no one broke formation. "This," Katase continued, his eyes burning with conviction, "is the trial destiny has placed before us. Today, we take our stand."

He swept his arm toward the Burai Kais towering behind them.

"Thanks to the Kyoto House, who placed their faith in us, we now wield these new Knightmare Frames. And with the Miracle Worker of Itsukushima, Tohdoh, and his Four Holy Swords at our side, we will not fall so easily!"

A few soldiers straightened even further at the name.

"We will defeat Princess Cornelia, the so-called Witch of Britannia. They may have power, but they do not have our spirit. They do not have Bushido. And because of that... we shall be victorious!"

Cheers erupted through the hangar, echoing against steel walls.

Katase raised his voice again.

"And if the Ronin Vindicator chooses to strike at us, as he has done elsewhere, rather than stand with us against Britannia... then we will show him the strength of the Japanese warrior spirit as well. His actions have proven he is no ally. His intentions are unclear. He hides behind shadows and cowardly tactics that do not honor the ways of Bushido."

His fist tightened.

"Regardless of who stands in our way, we will win no matter what. The Japanese Liberation Front will not bend. We will resist Britannian rule. We will reclaim our homeland!"

He thrust his fist into the air.

"Nihon Banzai!"

As one, the JLF soldiers raised their fists and roared back:

"Nihon Banzai!"

The cry thundered through the hangar like a vow carved into stone. Soon after, the formation broke. Soldiers dispersed to their stations, mechanics scrambling, pilots climbing into cockpits. Cornelia's forces would arrive soon.

Katase stepped down from the crate and approached Tohdoh.

"Major General," Tohdoh began calmly, "any word from Captain Kensei Kuroto?"

Katase shook his head with regret. "Communication lines were cut. We couldn't reach him. Before the signal died, he said he would not be joining us. He's staying behind to protect his wife and infant daughter. He cannot risk losing them much."

Tohdoh exhaled slowly, then nodded. "He is a warrior," he said quietly. "But he is also a husband and a father. No man should be forced to choose unless he wishes to."

"Even so," Katase replied, "we may be able to gather others from the remaining locations that no Britannians or Ronin Vindicator have found. Many of them are eager for revenge for what Britannia has taken from us. But anger alone won't win this battle. We must remain disciplined." He stepped closer and placed a firm hand on Tohdoh's shoulder. "And we will need your miracles again. Just as you did at Itsukushima. Help us secure victory."

For a moment, Tohdoh said nothing. The weight of past victories, and the cost behind them, settled in his mind. Finally, he nodded.

"Yes, sir. Though I pray it does not come to a direct head-on confrontation."

Katase gave a small, knowing nod. "So do I. But Japan must continue to fight. We must endure. That is the foundation we built after our cowardly government surrendered. I place my faith in you, Lieutenant Colonel. Do not let us down."

Tohdoh bowed respectfully as Katase walked away. When the general was out of earshot, Shōgo Asahina stepped closer.

"Sir... can we really pull this off?" he asked in a low voice.

Tohdoh turned and began walking toward his Burai Kai. "That," he replied evenly, "depends on whether today becomes our victory... or the beginning of our defeat."

One by one, they mounted their Burai Kais, systems humming to life. Steel giants awakened beneath the mountain sky. Narita would soon become a battlefield. This was the moment the JLF had prepared for—the day they would confront their oppressors directly to free Japan from their colonial tyranny.

But what they never know is that the Black Knights, and especially Salvatia will join in the battle too. But also, Ronin Vindicator will be joining too.