Magical Girl Raising Project, Vol. 6

The magical girl in the goggles yelled, “Please, be careful! She’s more powerful than I thought! The number of her strength hearts is unusually high, compared to when she fought Hana… How are there so many?!”

Fairies were the greatest nutrients. They brought out magical girls’ strength. If only they had tasted good, Pukin would have no complaints.

Weddin (Time remaining: forty-eight minutes)

Weddin’s magic didn’t work, and now that Tepsekemei was locked up in that rainbow ball, basically every part of their strategy had fallen apart. The exhaust duct of the fried chicken shop kept on going, rattling like it was on the edge of breaking, and Frederica and Weddin, who were hiding under the sheet they’d put up there, fell silent, gazing into the crystal ball.

Rain Pow jumped off a building with the shrunken rainbow sphere in her arms. Leaving the ruined town behind her, she raced atop the buildings along the road. The scene in the crystal ball was reflected using Tepsekemei’s hair, so it changed as her position moved.

“Where is she going…?”

“If she’s taking the sphere with her, then that must mean she intends to do something with Tepsekemei inside it. For example… Ah yes. Even Tepsekemei wouldn’t go unscathed if Rain Pow were to shove her at the barrier or something, now, would she?”

“No…! So then, please, hurry and steal that sphere from her!”

“Yes, yes, roger that.”

Frederica plunged her left hand into the crystal ball, and it came out behind Rain Pow as she ran. Frederica’s hand stopped just behind Rain Pow’s back, but the moment she was about to touch the sphere, a rainbow arced toward her fingers. Frederica instantly yanked back her hand. Blood spurted from the back of her hand, dripping a red stain onto her cheek.

“An assassin’s intuition is a frightening thing. Even with her ears plugged, this is what you get. You’re at quite a disadvantage when your opponent expects you. With things like this, even if I try to make contact with her through my crystal ball, she’ll only shoot me down.”

Rain Pow paused a moment and looked around before seemingly judging there wouldn’t be another attack, then dashed off again, hopping from building to building.

“Might I suggest something?” Frederica suggested with some reserve. Weddin couldn’t stand her courteous attitude.

“Rain Pow isn’t running at full speed. She’s telling us to pursue her, as if saying, ‘At this rate, Tepsekemei’s gonna die, so if you don’t like it, come at me.’”

Within the crystal ball, Rain Pow was running, occasionally stopping to look at thin air. She knew she was being observed through the crystal ball. Was she challenging them?

“What shall we do? Give chase? Or shall we remain here?”

Without a word, Weddin dashed off.

Skirts fluttering, Frederica followed after her. “You’re a little slow, Weddin. Couldn’t you perhaps run a little faster?”

“This is the second time today someone’s told me that.” Weddin would give everything she had to do this right. She was not going to have regrets about this. She would save Tepsekemei and the town. As the leader, she had to do that much.

Kuru-Kuru Hime (Time remaining: forty-five minutes)

7753 gave her the lecture.

Kuru-Kuru Hime could control a maximum of two hundred and sixty ribbons. She could adjust the width of each individual ribbon within a range of the smallest fraction of an inch to twenty inches. The speed of her ribbons’ release was faster than Kuru-Kuru Hime could move her own body. 7753 had explained that she’d be able to block Pukin’s attacks if she focused purely on defense alone.

And right that very moment, a fierce thrust came toward her from behind, and just as she had been told, she turned it aside with her ribbons as her feet hit the ground. Pukin landed after her, a foul expression on her face. Was she displeased her attack had been avoided by someone she’d assumed she could take down in one strike, or was she suspicious?

Pukin did a full windup and attacked again, and this time, Kuru-Kuru Hime formed a shield of her ribbons to block it. She couldn’t manage to counter. Pukin moved frighteningly fast, and Kuru-Kuru Hime had her hands full just keeping up. She signaled to the girls behind her by touching her middle and pointer fingers together and bending them twice. If it seemed she could lock Pukin down by force, then she would request their cooperation. If not, she was to tell them to stay back. She had signaled the latter instruction. If the other girls were to come help, she wouldn’t be able to defend them. If Pukin were to attack them instead, they would get hit.

Kuru-Kuru Hime guarded with her shield, and even as Pukin strung her along with a series of feints, she managed to avoid the chain of attacks and leap backward. Pukin was stronger than 7753 had anticipated. Kuru-Kuru Hime caught, blocked, and turned aside her attacks, but Pukin was so strong, even blocking just one strike rattled her to her bones. This wasn’t going to work. Her ribbons were fast enough, but her body couldn’t keep up. Eventually, she would be outpushed.

Kuru-Kuru Hime undid some of her ribbons and sent them sliding all over her body. She thinned them out and pointed their tips, stabbing every part of her body with them.

A red droplet dripped from her hand. Blood flowed from some punctured vein. Her face was wet, too, and probably not with sweat. It was blood. Not because any of Pukin’s hits had connected. She knew that if she were to get hit even once, that would be game over.

Pukin leaped from a tree, kicking off the one with the thickest trunk to go for Kuru-Kuru Hime’s back. Kuru-Kuru Hime followed that movement. Now, instead of her muscles, she used her ribbons to move every part of her body. She smacked Pukin’s thrust with a whip of ribbons and blocked with her ribbon shield. The bones of her legs made an unpleasant creaking noise. They had not yet broken.

Pain racked her body. But still, she could keep up with Pukin now. She had to resist the pain. She absolutely couldn’t stop moving. She had to do this. There was no other magical girl in their group who could keep up with Pukin’s speed.

They’d confirmed the position of the barrier beforehand. In a normal fight, leading her toward it would be an option. But they couldn’t have a normal fight, not in this situation. All Kuru-Kuru Hime was doing was just barely managing to avoid being killed.

Her vision was tinged red. Had blood gotten in her eyes, or were her eyes bleeding? Her body didn’t have what it took to keep up with the speed. Pukin paused. Her eyebrows knit together as she stared at Kuru-Kuru Hime. Was she suspicious of her for wounding herself? She said something to Kuru-Kuru Hime in English, but it was too fast, and she couldn’t understand it.

But even if she couldn’t understand it, she was grateful Pukin had spoken. It gave her a break. She gathered the ribbons on her left arm into a cone shape and made it spin at high speed. She could repel Pukin’s sword with this drill. She swung it at Pukin but then stumbled, and the drill bored into the ground.

Pukin let out a battle cry.

Kuru-Kuru Hime was on her knees with Pukin’s sword thrusting toward her. Using all her strength, Kuru-Kuru Hime yanked at the ribbon she’d tied to a tree behind her beforehand, leaping back to it to avoid the sword. But her stance was still a mess. Pukin readied her rapier for another strike, and Kuru-Kuru Hime tripled the size of her shield, swinging it hard.

Kuru-Kuru Hime wasn’t going to be the attacker here. She was the decoy and the assist.

Dug up by the drill and fanned by the giant shield, fine dirt billowed into the air.

Pythie Frederica (Time remaining: forty-one minutes)

The moment Rain Pow noticed Frederica and Weddin, she stopped running, turned around, and headed in their direction. Frederica’s prediction that she’d been running in order to make them follow had not been wrong.

Atop a building, the three magical girls clashed.

Frederica evaded several rainbows, then stuffed Weddin into her crystal ball, yanked her out again, and tossed her in one more time—all to save her from the rainbows. Weddin’s presence was preventing Frederica from fighting.

With Weddin in her arms, Frederica leaped down from the building and kicked in a window to break inside. She cut past the stunned, silent residents, passing through the room to leap out the window on the other side and slip between the rainbows that arced toward her.

Frederica had witnessed Rain Pow’s attacks a number of times now, and she was gradually starting to figure out how she operated. She manifested rainbows, sending them running through the sky with speed and force. Since their use as weapons necessitated a time lag, Rain Pow couldn’t generate them for instant attacks, and that meant Frederica could evade them. The problem was that there were just so many of them, and since they came at her from every direction, it was quite the task just to avoid all of them. On top of that was the additional burden of holding on to Weddin, which forced Frederica into a situation from which there would be no escape.

If all she had to do was flee, she could manage that. But there was no way she could attack. She’d be killed if she did. If she wanted to fight with Rain Pow, she would need Ripple-level projectiles. Frederica could only ever use one hand since she always had her crystal ball in the other—she wouldn’t last even five seconds against Rain Pow.

“I’d like to ask you something, Weddin.”

“Wh-what is it?”

“Which is your greater priority: saving your life or defeating the enemy?”

“The enemy,” Weddin answered instantly.

This was the sort of answer Frederica liked to hear. Her cheeks relaxed into a smile. “In order to defeat her, I must lead you somewhere dangerous. Are you all right with that?”

“I am.”

“In order to defeat her, you must trust me. You must surely hate me by now, don’t you?”

“I hate you, but I’ll trust you.”

“How can you trust me? I’m not the sort of person you should trust. You’re sure to suffer for it. I will not endorse that decision at all.”

“You can’t lie to me, right? You promised,” Weddin replied, grinning boldly.

Funny Trick (Time remaining: thirty-eight minutes)

For Funny Trick to activate her magic and move something, both objects had to be out of everyone’s line of sight, even if only for the slightest instant.

She had to know the positions of both items to be exchanged beforehand. I think it’s there or it should be there were not enough.

The range of her magic was about fifty yards. However, one of the items had to be close at hand, at a distance no greater than three feet.

Funny Trick had been watching the whole time. She wasn’t allowed to blink.

She followed the sword fight between Kuru-Kuru Hime and Pukin with her eyes, waiting for her cue. Underneath her cape, she hid a smoke bomb she’d received from Mana. She just had to use this at the right time. This idea for using her magic, which 7753 had instructed her on, was frankly horrific, but after having seen the destroyed town, the dead people, and Pukin looking so gleeful about it, that horror had dissipated.

Kuru-Kuru Hime was being pushed back. She couldn’t manage to counter any of Pukin’s blows. Plus, she was bleeding. She was spewing blood, even though she hadn’t taken a hit, and her ballerina costume was soiled red.

Both figures were moving so fast, it was the most Funny Trick could do just to keep up. She absolutely could not look away. Her eyes had to be fixed on Pukin’s face.

Pukin said something to Kuru-Kuru Hime, and Kuru-Kuru Hime made her ribbons into a pointed shape and spun them. She carved at the ground, and right when Pukin attacked, she used that moment to fan hard at the ground she’d dug up. Funny Trick was watching Pukin’s face. Pukin blinked reflexively to protect her eyes from the dust wafting up around her.

Now. The moment Pukin blinked, Funny Trick activated her magic.

She switched what was behind Pukin’s eyelid with the smoke bomb in her hands.

Funny Trick flipped up her cape, and Pukin’s eyeball rolled out from underneath it to the ground.

Pukin screamed and pressed her hand to her eye, and immediately, that spot on her face exploded. Smoke billowed up from her head. The white feather decoration fluttered down from Pukin’s hair, blown in the wind, and fell away.

It was just a smoke bomb, but it packed enough punch to blow off your fingers. If you were to set it off in a person’s eye socket… In other words, by the brain, it would be fatal, even for a magical girl. Even for Pukin.

“We did it… We did it!” Funny Trick cried out in exultation, and Kuru-Kuru Hime fell with a thump onto her rear, her shoulders heaving.

Arms dangling loosely at her sides, Pukin fell to her right knee—then immediately stood up, thrusting forward with her sword.

Kuru-Kuru Hime hadn’t been anticipating the attack. The rapier stabbed her in her undefended throat, and Funny Trick failed to dodge the dagger thrown at her, which ended up hitting her in the chest.

What happened? Blood—and something more important—was flowing out from where the dagger stuck in her. Pukin yanked her rapier out of Kuru-Kuru Hime’s throat, showering herself with the splatter. That was when Funny Trick saw it—Pukin’s face, the area around her right eye, was indeed blown away. It was completely gone.

—Why…? How…?!

Funny Trick grasped the dagger. The blood wouldn’t stop. She tottered on unsteady legs and, unable to regain her lost balance, fell back onto the ground.

Was this it? Would it end like this? No. It wasn’t over. Umi Shibahara would never give up. So then her partner never would, either. Clutching her chest, Funny Trick crawled along the ground.

Rain Pow (Time remaining: thirty-seven minutes)

Carelessly, flippantly, Frederica dodged Rain Pow’s attacks. Or rather than saying she dodged the rainbows, it was more like she was using the structure of buildings and the terrain to prevent Rain Pow from merging them together to make effective use of them, cutting off her waves of attacks. She was doing quite well, carrying around the burdensome Weddin. She was hardly recognizable from the last time they had fought—the presence of her crystal ball aside.

Rain Pow chased Frederica and attacked her. When she landed on the roof of a building, she found a grenade rolling toward her, pin out, and so she used a rainbow wall to shield herself, then sliced at the hand that manifested in the air to strike at her the moment the smoke grenade went off. These sorts of moves were what were keeping Rain Pow at a distance.

The two magical girls continued their chase from there to a department store, from the department store to the train station, darting past moving police cars and ambulances at a speed humans couldn’t even perceive visually.

—Two?

At some point, Weddin had vanished. Had Frederica left her behind somewhere, judging her to simply be a burden? With Frederica’s magic, she could send Weddin to escape someplace safe at any time. She was the type of person who would sacrifice Weddin to get away herself, but they had to have made some sort of contract on that point. It would have been too dangerous to make an ally of Frederica with no restrictions placed on her.

It was true that with Rain Pow’s ears plugged, Weddin would be nothing but a burden. However, even unburdened, Frederica wasn’t anything to worry about.

Rain Pow would press closer to her. She could do it slowly. Pukin’s orders were absolute. She would lead Frederica somewhere she couldn’t escape and then finish her off. Frederica went into the train station, jumping over the ticket gates, then slid through the train doors as they were closing.

Rain Pow didn’t hesitate. She would do whatever it took to fulfill Pukin’s orders. Following Frederica, she leaped into the train—and discovered it was a trap.

Weddin was on the train. Rain Pow had boarded an empty car, and Weddin alone was standing there imposingly, holding up a piece of paper about three feet wide. On it was written, Stop moving! Don’t hurt anyone! in large writing, and once Rain Pow saw that, she obeyed Weddin’s directions—her magic.

The train began to move. Rain Pow couldn’t get out. Frederica was gone. She had been lured here. Frederica had sent Weddin somewhere to go set things up, following which she had come to wait in this train, and then Frederica had run into the car to lead Rain Pow to Weddin.

Weddin tossed aside the piece of paper to reveal another. It read, Make it so you can hear and obey my orders. Rain Pow couldn’t oppose her. She dissipated the rainbows in her ears, and the sounds of the train resonated louder through her body.

“All right, so now you’re absolutely forbidden to defy me. Release Tepsekemei from that ball, and come with me out of the—” Before Weddin could finish her order, she fell. The disembodied hand that had tripped her vanished, and immediately, Weddin’s body smacked into something invisible, sending her flying. The next instant, Rain Pow hit the invisible thing, too. The impact shot through her, all the way to the crown of her head, but she couldn’t move, and she dropped the rainbow ball, then hit the invisible thing again. A heartbeat later, the rear door of the train approached them, and Rain Pow was unable to fulfill Pukin’s orders.

Pythie Frederica (Time remaining: thirty-five minutes)

Even from so far away, she could feel the rumbling and tremors coming to her through the ground. The empty can lying at her feet rattled and clattered. The train would have derailed around the point where it left the city limits, and it wasn’t difficult to imagine just what sort of wreck it had turned into.

Someone was running to the station, yelling. Were they just a rubbernecker, or were they concerned about someone? My, Frederica thought, such energy, despite everything that has happened today alone.

Frederica got on top of the vending machine standing in the alleyway, and from there, she kicked off a window frame to climb up to the roof of the building. Black smoke was rising from the direction of the train station. All the dense clusters of rainbows around faded, then disappeared.

Weddin had ordered Frederica to prioritize eliminating the enemy, and as if clicking into place, that had switched away the promises worked into Frederica. She had obeyed Weddin’s commands. The best way to defeat Rain Pow with certainty in such a situation had been for Weddin to sacrifice her life.

She’d lured Rain Pow into the narrow confines of the train car, where she’d had her confront Weddin. Frederica had instructed Weddin to flee the car quickly after that, but if Rain Pow were to chase after her, that would have pushed them further from the goal of defeating Rain Pow. So Frederica had made Weddin fall, and the train had left the city. Weddin and Rain Pow had been crushed in between the barrier and the train, and the train had gone off the rails.

Frederica had seen so many magical girls die out of this sort of sense of their own mission, that they had to do it, they had to carry this out, no matter what, causing them to misjudge their own abilities.

This is why I said not to trust someone like me.

She had killed Rain Pow. Weddin, who had been her shackles, was dead, too. One more major task remained to Frederica. She couldn’t flee the city until she got ahold of that.

“…Hmm?”

When she focused her eyes, she could see a faint figure flying through the air.

“Rather impressive to survive a thing like that,” she said, somewhat astonished.

7753 (Time remaining: thirty-three minutes)

Pukin was missing her face. Gray smoke spewed off from where the chunk had been blasted out of it. Even a magical girl couldn’t survive that. 7753 looked through her goggles at Pukin. There was something strange about her status. She was in an unusual state. Pukin had used her technique of deception on her own life.

There was a red line running across Pukin’s face. She’d cut herself with her own sword to cast her magic on herself the instant before the smoke bomb had exploded. She’d made herself believe she had taken no damage.

Her brain had to have been damaged. There was no way she could do this by the power of belief alone… No, this wasn’t just belief. In addition to the belief bestowed by her magic, Pukin’s parameters displayed unusual values. She simply had too many heart marks on her vitality.

“This is getting rather amusing! Right?!” Pukin swung her rapier, and dots of blood flicked off it. Kuru-Kuru Hime lay on the ground, her hand pressed to her throat. Funny Trick had been hit in the chest. Both of them were gushing blood through their fingers. 7753’s goggles indicated that both of them had been mortally wounded.

Even knowing it was useless, 7753 raised the staff that could shoot fire bullets and stepped forward. She wasn’t all that afraid. She felt she had to take responsibility.

Of course she wouldn’t be able to do that. She would be killed. But even so, she would fight until the end. Up until this point, she had constantly kept herself frozen with ad hoc lies. She wanted to be a proper magical girl at the end, at least.

7753 was about to take one more step forward when she was hit from behind and thrown to the ground.

“Wh-what are you doing?!”

“You’re in my way. Run. Now.” Mana smacked 7753 aside with the end of her staff. “Don’t start thinking you can take responsibility by fighting and dying here. You do the most important job you can right now—get out of here, on your own. I’ll fight. This is for Hana.”

There were three syringes stuck in the back of Mana’s neck, already emptied. Mana stuck another three syringes in, then trembled, spasming. “Come get me, you fucking fencer!”

“Insolent cad.” Pukin acquiesced to Mana’s demand, about to step forward, but Mana made the rush first. Using her staff like a spear, she showered Pukin with stabs, taking Pukin by surprise. Pukin blocked with her rapier, no lesser in speed or strength. Rapier and twisted staff struggled for domination. Just how long would Mana’s doping last? Fifteen seconds, by the calculations 7753 read from her goggles. With that much time, 7753 might indeed be able to run. She understood that she couldn’t even afford to hesitate. She dashed off.

Martyring herself was a stupid idea. It seemed like a good one up until the moment Mana had smacked her aside. But Mana was right. Even if she did die, it wasn’t as if she would earn forgiveness from it.

7753 went to leap on Pukin’s left arm and held it down. Mana was putting everything she had into it, but that was just Pukin’s right arm vying against Mana’s whole body. So 7753 restrained Pukin’s left arm from its attempt to stab Mana in the side and was rewarded with her own arm getting slashed, blood spurting from it.

“I thought I told you to run! You’re naive if you think you can take responsibility with your death! I won’t let you do this!”

“I apologize! I’m sorry! You’re right that it’s naive to try taking responsibility through death! I’ll never consider something like it ever again! Never again, I swear!”

The slice on 7753’s arm ripped wider, spraying blood. She wasn’t strong enough to resist Pukin.

“Then run! You idiot! Dumbass! Stupid! The hell are you doing?! Come on!”

“I’m taking responsibility! We just have to beat her, right?!”

Pukin strained harder. She was trying to get out of 7753’s armlock. 7753 looked up at the sky, and spitting, she yelled, “Now!”

Faster than the spittle sprayed from 7753’s mouth fell, Kuru-Kuru Hime’s ribbon moved.

The light of Kuru-Kuru Hime’s life was starting to fade. She couldn’t have been able to twitch even a fingertip, never mind her arm. But she was still conscious. In the look she gave Pukin, you could see the roiling rage and resentment toward Pukin that simmered in her stomach, her grudge and tenacity holding her on the brink of death.

Kuru-Kuru Hime’s ribbons slithered along, reaching their maximum width of twenty inches to wrap around Pukin, who was locked in this pushing match. 7753 fell backward, pulling away, and at the same time, the ribbons limply fluttered down to the ground. From within the ribbons, a stone fell to the ground with a thump, rolled, hit the thick root of a tree, and stopped.

Kuru-Kuru Hime wasn’t the only one who had remained conscious. When Pukin was wrapped in ribbon and concealed from view, Funny Trick, who had been coming toward them at a crawl, leaving a trail of blood behind her, had used her magic on her.

Her doping worn off, Mana fell, and 7753 curled in on herself, holding her arm. She couldn’t believe she was still alive. Funny Trick and Kuru-Kuru Hime… The display in her goggles told her they were already dead. With that final move, with the most modest magics, they had overcome Pukin. Even with death before their eyes, fueled by pure determination, they had struggled, and even a master as great as Pukin had failed to finish them off. She had misjudged their lives’ strength, their spirits’ strength, the strength of their resentment toward the one who’d killed their parents, their friends.

7753 looked over at the pile of lumber leaking blood. This had really and truly been their final move.

They had left a rock inside that pile of lumber, about the size of a child’s head—just a very ordinary rock. There had been no magic cast on it. That was exactly why it had been able to touch the barrier. They had placed it on the boundary line of the barrier, half in, half out.

Kuru-Kuru Hime had hidden Pukin, while Funny Trick had switched the positions of Pukin and the rock. Pukin had been transferred to the location of the barrier, and as for what had happened to her as a result—that was clear from the volume of blood that flowed out from within the pile of lumber.

This plan could only be executed if they locked Pukin in place. 7753 breathed a sigh, thinking, I suppose I was a little useful. She grimaced from the pain in her arm and was about to stand up when the lumber tumbled down.

An arm stretched out from within the toppled pile of wood, and then something crawled out, dragging itself. 7753, who had been trying to get to her feet, fell again, landing on her rear.

“My, my… What a foolish little trick you’ve pulled.”

Pukin’s face was gone. Her whole body was dyed crimson with her own blood, and she was covered in wood chips. Only her upper body moved along, dragging, sliding, sloshing along the ground, while her lower body remained on the other side of the barrier. She had been cut clean in half. Pukin crawled out, unconcerned about the innards that trailed behind her. Even with her body in this state, she kept a firm grip on the rapier in her right hand, pointing it at 7753. Just how could Pukin be enjoying this? She was smiling.

“So you’re the last one, eh? So be it. We shall finish you off now.” With her one remaining eye, she glared at 7753, frozen in place. Her determination and will to fight had evaporated, and all that remained in her heart now was terror. She looked up at the sky.

“Ah…”

Tepsekemei was coming toward them. She’d thinned out her body in order to speed up, making her literally faster than the wind. But even so, she would not make it in time to prevent Pukin, who teetered on the brink of death, from swiping her sword one last time.

However, the moment Pukin was about to stab 7753 in the face with her rapier, suddenly, a hand appeared in empty space and made a fist to smack down on Pukin’s wrist from above. There was the crack of bones breaking, and Pukin dropped her rapier. Without missing a beat, she reached out for it again in an underhanded grip, but before she could, the hand picked up the rapier and disappeared. Pukin’s left hand cut through air and Tepsekemei floated down. Pukin was immobile. Tepsekemei’s form slithered into the great hole opened in Pukin’s face. Pukin’s expression stiffened, and after not even a second, her body ruptured from the inside. Her clothes were turned to scraps, her ruff flew into the bushes, and her organs decorated every inch of their surroundings.

Amid the rain of blood, 7753 thought, I have to thank her, at least. She looked up at Tepsekemei to see her crying. Her lips were in a tiny pout, and tears fell from her eyes that seemed to say she didn’t enjoy crying.

“Um… What about Rain Pow?”

“She’s dead. And Weddin is dead, too. Everyone’s dead.”

Everyone was dead. Rain Pow and Weddin and Kuru-Kuru Hime and Funny Trick. Pukin’s and Rain Pow’s deaths would have been communicated to her boss, who may have still been in that meeting. So now there was no longer any reason for the Department of Diplomacy to bring out that weapon of mass destruction.

Was this for the best? Was this really how things should end?

“Is Mei smiling now?”

“No… You’re crying.”

“Mei can cry without practicing. Why’s that?”

“I wonder…”