Trapped in Honkai: Integrated Strategies [16]

As the transport slowly docked onto the deck of the Hyperion, Lyra at last set foot on the battleship that had accompanied her through so many years.

Once the aircraft steadied, she followed in Himeko’s footsteps, hopping down and heading toward the bridge.

“Come on. Across the deck there’s an elevator—go up and you’ll reach the bridge of the Hyperion.”

Himeko walked ahead, half turning as she introduced things to Lyra.

“Today we’ll get you some basic treatment first, so I won’t take you around to sightsee. Once you’re healed, you can explore the ship at your own pace.”

Saying that, Himeko led Theresa and Lyra into a very familiar-looking elevator—the very same one Lyra used to see every day on her phone screen.

As the elevator rose, Lyra finally heard that line she’d heard so many times, often at four in the morning:

“Captain on the bridge.”

“We’re here. This is the bridge. You’ll probably be visiting often from now on.”

“I’ll assign the navigation orders first, then take you to the medical bay. By the time your wounds are mostly repaired, we should be just about at St. Freya.”

As she spoke, Himeko beckoned over a crew member below and whispered a few instructions. A moment later, Lyra felt the ship give a slight tremor.

“Haha, don’t be nervous. The Hyperion’s balance system is top-notch. As long as the captain doesn’t mess around, even the most motion-sick passenger won’t feel much shaking.”

The moment she said this, the operators down at the consoles let out a chorus of boos.

“Yeah, right—‘as long as the captain doesn’t mess around’? Himeko, how many times have you drag-raced through Nagazora drunk?”

Her adjutant was the first to sell her out.

“Exactly, and you’re drunk more nights than you’re sober.”

Theresa cut in mercilessly, delivering the second blow.

“Hey, hey! We’ve got a newcomer here! Can you at least let me save some face?”

Himeko coughed lightly, her cheeks tinged red, and explained to Lyra, “Drinking is just a little hobby of mine. Don’t worry—I never let it interfere with official duties.”

“Alright, alright, today’s just to get you familiar with the layout. Don’t you dare pick up bad habits from this bunch of old soldiers. And you lot, stop tearing me down and hurry to prep the med bay. Can’t you see Lyra’s wounds haven’t been treated yet?”

With that, Himeko grabbed Lyra’s hand and quickly made her escape.




The Hyperion’s medical bay was located mid-ship, to ensure even under attack, patients wouldn’t suffer secondary harm.

“Here we are.”

Himeko stepped forward, activated the screen beside the pod with a few taps, then nodded. “Parameters look fine. Lyra, take your clothes off and lie down inside.”

“M—my clothes off?” Lyra’s face flushed, her fingers nervously twisting at the edge of her uniform.

She was still wearing the default outfit of a [Reserve Caster Operator] from the system—though by now it was tattered and bloodstained from battle.

“Well, well, shy already?” Himeko chuckled.

All along the way, she had more or less gauged this girl—not only petite in figure, but probably not much older in heart.

And yet Lyra carried the air of someone with a story, her expression barely shifting throughout. Now, showing a flicker of age-appropriate embarrassment, she suddenly felt fresh and new in Himeko and Theresa’s eyes.

“I—I’m not shy.” Lyra realized that if she didn’t comply, the teasing would only intensify.

Raising her pale hands, she slowly unfastened the clasps, and piece by piece the uniform slipped away, revealing soft white skin beneath.

Under the two women’s steady gazes, Lyra instinctively covered her chest, flustered.

“Tch. I thought Lyra was just the slim, delicate type. Who’d have guessed she was
 a hidden type
” Theresa muttered, a faint note of disappointment in her tone.

“Hm
 No severe injuries. The wounds aren’t deep. If treated properly, there shouldn’t be scars or lasting marks,” Himeko assessed after a thorough glance.

“Alright, lie inside. Once the fluid fills, don’t worry. Just breathe normally. The repair solution has mild sedatives—it’s normal if you feel drowsy, don’t resist it.”

After going over the cautions, Himeko pressed a few keys. The pod slowly sealed shut, and the pale liquid began to rise.

Watching as the girl drifted into sleep inside the pod, Himeko turned toward Theresa.

Theresa shook her head gently and motioned with her eyes for Himeko to step outside.

“Now, tell me properly. What’s the deal with that child?”

Out in the hall, Himeko immediately pressed for answers.

“It’s
 a bit complicated. This little girl literally fell in front of me while I was fighting Yuna
”

Theresa sighed, then began recounting her experiences over the last two days in detail.

But inside the pod, Lyra was far from asleep. Her consciousness had slipped into the system space, watching the live broadcast with her partner.

“See? Didn’t I say Theresa would assume I came from a bubble world? My god, she’s spinning my backstory sadder than I ever imagined.”

[Lyra-sama, you really know how to play.]

“How can you put it that way? I never once lied,” Lyra replied with a sly smile. “I just didn’t tell the whole truth. That’s the beauty of language, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I let Theresa and the others misunderstand—but what’s wrong with becoming the version of Lyra they imagine?”

[Host, stop it. The Otto vibes are leaking all over the place. Keep talking like that and I’ll be sweating bullets. Just because you want to be Otto doesn’t mean I want to end up as Void Archives. What if I get tossed into the Imaginary Tree? I’d have to crawl back on my own!]

Meanwhile, outside, Theresa had finished her account.

“So basically, this child is a survivor from a bubble world—likely already destroyed—who, thanks to carrying some artifact similar to a [Divine Key], managed to drift through the Quantum Sea, and ended up here in our world.”

“Exactly. And possibly stronger than the [Second Divine Key], by a good margin.”

“And in her world, she may have known a counterpart of yours—one who perhaps died for some reason. That’s why her first instinct, upon seeing you, was to help you defeat Yuna.”

“Her true strength is uncertain. She’s weak now, but that doesn’t mean she’ll stay weak.”

“Yes, that’s about the shape of it.”

“Uh
 Theresa, don’t you think this all sounds a bit too convenient?”

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