The Titans—affectionately nicknamed "Papa Titan" by the players were behemoths of war.
Their most legendary feat?
A single punch that instantly annihilated the Herrscher of Wind, whose birth had triggered a catastrophic 2000HW collapse reaction.
Titans came in various models.
At their peak, they rivaled the divine—god-tier machines capable, if pushed to their limits, of even standing against the likes of EVA's Angels.
But they came with a catch: sky-high costs.
Anti-Entropy's funding came mostly from their leader's grueling work as a manga artist or anime producer.
Naturally, this meant mass-producing top-tier Titans was out of the question.
Not even Cocolia could mobilize that level of strategic firepower alone.
The ones now blocking Nagami's path? Just standard-issue, mass-produced units.
"I've got these clunky tin cans! They're not stopping us."
Kiana leapt nimbly onto the car roof, her long white hair flowing behind her like a silken wave.
Narrowing her eyes at the Titans approaching from ahead, she flashed a confident, dashing smile.
"Alright, hang on tight!" Nagami gently placed the grimacing Mei into the passenger seat, then gripped the steering wheel with both hands.
The AE86's engine roared like a beast unleashed.
It surged forward like a wild stallion, slicing through the wind as it hugged the road, the air screaming past them like they were a speedboat cutting across stormy seas.
Balancing in a crouch, Kiana slowly rose to her feet.
From beneath her skirt, she drew two silver pistols, adopting the opening stance of her gun kata.
The barrels shimmered like they were bathed in moonlight.
Due to her limited strength, the high-tech weaponry wouldn't let her unleash their full potential.
So the heiress had gifted her a pair of basic revolvers.
Her own weapons, however, were a different story—Cecilia's gift to her: The Guardian of the Moon.
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Elsewhere…
Clad in a Russian military uniform with a fur-lined, red-and-white cape draped over her shoulders, Cocolia reclined in her high-tech command chair.
One leg crossed casually over the other, she looked at the screen before her, violet eyes glinting with a smirk.
So that boy—Nagami—had sensed someone was targeting Raiden Mei.
Impressive, perhaps.
But he was just a normal human. What could he really do?
They had thoroughly investigated him.
His records were too clean to be fake.
Luck might've brought him this far, but even with Siegfried's daughter by his side, there was no way they could match her forces.
Titans weren't even necessary.
Still, for the sake of perfection, she'd dispatched a few units from a nearby outpost.
Victory was all but certain.
The anticipation of watching her experiment unfold made Cocolia's pulse quicken.
"Begin."
As the word left her lips, the heavy hum of machinery echoed.
'BOOM. THOOM. THOOM.'
With thunderous steps that shook the ground, a blue Titan appeared, barreling straight for the AE86.
With a Herrscher onboard, firearms were too risky—what if she accidentally injured Raiden Mei?
That would ruin her plan and unleash the wrath of Raiden Ryoma, another Executor who wouldn't rest until she paid.
Not that escape was even an option for them.
Leaning back, Cocolia sipped her steaming coffee, eyes still glued to the screen.
The Titan raised its colossal fist—each as big as a basin—and swung it down toward the speeding car.
'SCREEECH.'
With a screech of tires and a trail of burning rubber, the AE86 performed a sharp, stylish drift, narrowly dodging the punch.
Kiana's long hair rippled like water.
She twisted to the side, dodging the metal fist and landing on one knee atop the car.
One hand clutched a roof handle for balance.
The punch had cratered a half-meter-deep dent into the car's roof—just inches from where she'd been standing.
Kiana's icy blue eyes narrowed slightly as she took it all in, but her expression stayed cool.
"Nice driving~" she said with a smirk.
Nagami allowed himself a small smile. "Thanks for the compliment~"
For someone who could singlehandedly keep an entire lewd art server running, top-tier driving was kind of expected.
"But from here on, we won't be able to dodge everything. It's all you now, Lady Heiress."
Two more Titans were charging at them at full speed. Nagami didn't slow down.
"Leave it to me!" Kiana's pure-white hair whipped wildly in the wind as she took a deep breath.
In her ocean-blue eyes, a golden glimmer began to rise.
[Saint's Power—Awakened.]
The roar of drifting tires and the hiss of Titan hydraulics echoed simultaneously.
The AE86 slipped past another Titan's punch with a perfect arc.
The second Titan loomed—
Kiana stepped against the direction of the drift, using her incredible physical strength to stabilize herself.
Her delicate fingers curled into a fist.
Power surged from her slender frame like an erupting volcano—immense, unstoppable.
The Titan's incoming punch roared through the air, its force enough to shake the very atmosphere.
Kiana's tiny fist looked laughably small in comparison—like a pebble challenging a boulder.
It should have been suicide.
And then—
"PUHFFFF!!!!!"
Cocolia spewed her coffee, drenching her uniform in brown stains—but she didn't even notice.
She leapt to her feet, palms slamming onto the desk, face frozen in disbelief as she stared at the screen.
"Impossible!!!"
Onscreen, the petite girl radiated an overwhelming aura.
Her punch collided directly with the Titan's.
A sonic boom tore through the air.
The atmosphere cracked at the point of impact.
The car's roof buckled slightly under her feet, even with Cecilia's taught shock-dampening technique.
The AE86 shuddered violently, thrown off balance.
The Titan's internal systems screamed as it staggered backward.
It was pushed back.
Struggling to steady the car, Nagami's mouth twitched slightly at the sight.
Not surprised, though—this was the power of a Saint that even Otto so praise about.
This was expected.
Cocolia, meanwhile, stared at the screen like she'd seen a ghost.
Her eyes locked on the smiling, white-haired girl with elegance and ease in her every move.
'This... is she Siegfried's daughter?'
Of course, Cocolia had investigated Kiana—anyone connected to Raiden Mei was scrutinized.
The information was solid. It had to be.
And yet… this?
What came next stunned even her entire operations crew.
Kiana raised her arms.
Her slender fingers squeezed the triggers.
A hail of bullets—sharp, fast, unrelenting—rained down on the Titan, striking the joints with pinpoint precision. Sparks flew as its leg connectors shattered.
With a final crash, the Titan collapsed to the ground.
Kiana brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and glanced down at Nagami inside the car, like a performer awaiting her judge's score.
"…Impressive," Nagami said honestly.