﻿\setgamedatatitle("Minerva_02")

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Dawn breaks over the wasteland.
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Sunlight chases away the stars from the sky, wiping the
darkness from the desolate earth.
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The weather is nice today. It'll probably get hot by noon,
but for now, a dry, pleasant breeze brushes Minerva's cheek.

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\text("Minerva")
Dawn, huh... When the darkness lifts, my mood lifts with it.

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Minerva stands motionless in the wasteland. She hasn't
budged an inch since she was ordered to 'stand by.'

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But even if her body doesn't move, her mind is far from
calm.
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Humiliation and anger. And with them, anxiety and regret―
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Will she ever get another chance to take revenge on that
Diabolica? Maybe never again.

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A bird lands on Minerva's shoulder and hair as she stands,
then flies away.
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―Even in this dry, barren land, countless living things make
their home.
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Not just birds, but countless small animals, and even tinier
creatures like insects.
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It's so remote that no human has ever set foot here―so much
so that you could even call it rich with life.
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\text("Minerva")
Beautiful... I feel this world is beautiful right now.

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Since she wasn't a native of this world, the only way for
her to fulfill her mission here was to obtain a physical
body through 'Incarnation.'
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Minerva had felt bewildered and uneasy about the many
limitations of her body and being cut off from the shared
memory―
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But this world, which she can see with her eyes, hear with
her ears, and feel with her skin, seems new and vivid in
every way.
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\text("Minerva")
I thought I knew everything through the shared memory... but
in reality, I knew nothing at all.

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Even the feeling of 'beauty' was nothing more than knowledge
or theory to her.
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Now it's different―beauty comes with a thrill that shakes
both her heart and body.
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\text("Minerva")
That's right... My mission is to protect this beautiful
world.
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\text("Minerva")
―Then I'll see it through. I was too slow last time, but not
again.
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Minerva clenches her fist, grinding her back teeth together.

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\text("Minerva")
Damn Diabolica... You bring destruction and chaos to this
world, you evil bastards.
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\text("Minerva")
And that humiliation... I won't forgive it. Never!
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Even 'anger' now comes with a surge of excitement, thanks to
her physical body.
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Just as she looks up at the sky, wondering if the orders
have come yet―a 'voice' booms out.
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\text("？？？")
―I have a mission for you.
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An emotionless voice echoes from the void. Minerva kneels to
receive the command.
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\text("？？？")
Purge the army of Diabolica who call themselves the 'Demon
Lord's Army.'
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\text("？？？")
Engage them in battle and wipe them from the face of this
earth―
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\text("Minerva")
Mission―understood!
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As she answered, Minerva unleashed the power stored in both
her legs.
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Explosions of dust erupted across the wasteland, and at the
front was Minerva, sprinting at full speed.

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\text("Minerva")
Here I come! Wait for me, Demon Lord's Army. Diabolica―Demon
Lord Caym!
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the Demon Lord's labyrinth. And what she truly seeks... the
head of Demon Lord Caym, the one who violated her.

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Pushing her speed even further, Minerva tore through the air
and earth, racing straight across the wasteland―

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\text("Caym")
Is that... Minerva!?
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\text("Risbell")
She looks absolutely murderous. ...Well, considering she's
been raped twice, it's no wonder.

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The unprecedented tremors and roaring sound were a direct
reflection of Minerva's raging emotions.
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\text("Caym")
Heh heh heh... This time, I'll catch her for sure...! Let's
go, Risbell!

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