Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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“Tayarouz, kill everyone you see in that document.”

"Kill him?"

"Yes, this is the commander's 'instruction' to guide you on your path in order to achieve the commander's objectives."

"Understood, will follow instructions..."

"Your sisters will do this with you, but you will act alone. You are special. You need to follow orders. Without orders, you will not be able to move forward. This is a fact you have known since you came into this world."

“I know… It’s precisely because I don’t know where I should go that I need instructions to guide me forward… I’ve forgotten, I can’t remember my past, I’ve forgotten my parents, I’ve forgotten what I like, what my real name is, I only remember a little bit…”

Tayarous...

537 Instruction 2

"This means the instruction..."

Puff...

As the last flash of light in the harbor went out, Tayarus raised his slender arm, retrieved the floating cannon, and then turned and left.

This is the fourth objective tonight: to wipe out the remnants of the Kalamesh family, violently seize the nighttime transshipment rights at the port of Diaz, and facilitate the company's subsequent drug smuggling activities.

"Go, this is an order personally given by the commander."

When her sister Morito told her this, Tayarus did just that, without asking why or what purpose it served, and carried it out perfectly without hesitation, because she could not walk in the world on her own, she needed someone to show her the way.

Thus, the instruction was born. It is simple and easy to understand, without any extended meaning. Just by executing it, one can find a trace of solace in the emptiness of time, as if one truly exists in the world.

"Next... to Peter Luger Steakhouse at 26 Cranberry Street for dinner with the sisters of the martyrs."

Tayaros raised his head slightly, puzzled: "Is this also part of the instructions? No... No need to doubt, just follow the instructions."

She quickly dismissed any thoughts of suspicion, cleaned her coat, and moved to Cranberry Street. Before leaving the port, she ran into Tiffany, who was there to clean up the mess. The two nodded to each other in greeting and then headed toward their respective destinations.

"Perhaps this is the shared fate I face with my sisters..."

Tayareus was not averse to her own emptiness, to the point that, influenced by this idea, she thought that other Nithos were much the same as her. However, this was not the case. Not every Nitho was unaware of the true meaning of life, but clearly Tayareus's cloud map could not give her such leeway.

She should have lived a life like the other Nieto under the proper guidance of Gray and Lovan, even if the process was slow like Adeline's, it wouldn't have been impossible for her to develop her own personality. However, in order to effectively implement Lovan's will, and to complete the tasks given to her by Lovan more efficiently in her own way...

Morido broke her wings herself, and Morido felt grateful for it...

This was a major mistake on Lovan's part. He was too busy with the mission and neglected to prepare Tayarous psychologically after her arrival, which resulted in the current Tayarous who "obeys orders."

But Lovan didn't know, and Tayarus couldn't understand either. She couldn't conceive of this level. She wouldn't disobey her sister. Since the time of Paradis, she had been a cheaper existence than all these high-ranking Nito, a tool that could be used and discarded at will. The way Nito were promoted was either by being valued by William from the beginning, or by proving their worth through actions.

She was proving something to another person...

......

A strange idea lingered in her mind: that powerful beings like her sisters wouldn't need commands to act; they could decide their own direction because they were powerful enough.

But as she walked through the bustling crowd, she was troubled by what she saw. People were walking in different directions. Were they following some kind of instruction, or were they passively relying on something real or imagined to guide them because they could not find their own way?

Along the way, including during her time living here, she has met all sorts of people, including ordinary people with empty eyes and no achievements, as well as "successful people" with shining eyes, clear goals, and no turning back. But what's even stranger is that if one has to be strong enough to find one's own way forward, then she could make anyone on this street disappear with a flick of her finger. Although she understands that her human appearance makes others unable to perceive the threat she poses, wouldn't they be afraid of others who might take away their direction or even their lives?

If that's the case, then how should we define this so-called strength?

Sister Morido never told her, and when Sister Gray saw her, she just shook her head. Was it because she hadn't done well enough? Or was she not strong enough? Or was the Commander not satisfied enough?

What should she do? Or rather, is it that only the strong can control themselves, or that those who control themselves are already very strong?

Perhaps we could ask the sisters of the martyrs... no, wait.

If her sisters are unwilling, she may not be able to get any answers she wants, or perhaps her sisters are completely unaware of the situation.

......

Cranberry Street, a residential area in Brooklyn Heights, is a picturesque, tree-lined street. The swaying shadows of the trees and the numerous apartments make up this "most charming street." Pedestrians come and go in an endless stream. Apart from the lucky few who can afford to buy a property here, there are also many tourists from all over the world who stop to admire it. Even with such extreme weather, it is rare to see such a desolate scene on Cranberry Street, which has earned it a place on Life magazine's list of favorites once again.

Similarly, a thriving tourism industry inevitably brings with it high-quality service industries, and the catering industry is naturally indispensable. Peter Luger Steakhouse, listed in the ZAGAT Top Restaurants Guide from 1985 to 2016, boasts a history of 135 years. Its main courses feature only one type of steak, differing only in size and doneness. Oh, and of course, formal attire is required; otherwise, you'll be asked to leave...

"Here, Tayarous."

As I hesitated in front of the entrance, a clear, cool girl's voice came to my mind. Looking in the direction of the signal, I could see several girls dressed in men's suits, as well as one unique, one-of-a-kind, stunningly beautiful girl.

Her long, black and white hair, paired with a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, was neither frivolous in its display of the body nor overly formal and aloof. The black stockings beneath the long dress shimmered faintly in the rainy night. Her unhurried smile was an unparalleled bonus. Even without the embellishment of this gorgeous dress, her temperament was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Tayarous was momentarily stunned. That was one of her sisters, the princess of the martyrs, the supporter of the henchmen, Rhine's sister...

The girls in suits surrounding her were like vicious wolves, always on guard against any unfriendly gazes. If any evil was done against the princess, they would pounce on her and tear her to shreds.

Are these her sisters...?

538 Instruction 3

It was truly exquisite; even Tayarous, who knew nothing about clothing, would be moved by it.

But when she heard Rhein-Enshe's voice in the cloud map, her first reaction was to obey. She had no time to be stunned for more than a second before she strode towards her sisters across the street.

Compared to them, his black coat looked really out of place. When the two stood together, it looked like the arrogant rich people were pitying a homeless vagrant. Just as everyone imagined, the "poor vagrant" was obsequious to the "rich people" and dared not do anything disrespectful.

"Good evening, sisters."

“Good evening, Tayarous,” Rhinenshe, a head taller than Tayarous, reached out to touch Tayarous’s slightly damp white hair. “Don’t be so formal. Let’s just consider us friends. Tonight’s dinner is specially prepared for you.”

"...?"

Tayaros hesitated to speak, but her sister said it was dinner prepared for her. Could it really be that good? Would the command grant her a period of time to enjoy herself? Would the command lead her to waste her time?

But it seems like we can eat delicious food... (PS: I'm an uneducated girl)

She stared blankly at Rhine-Enshe, feeling incredulous.

Natia, standing beside him, seemed a little impatient and said, "Grey asked us to take care of you. Morido doesn't know about this. If you don't like talking like them, well, I don't either. So relax and talk like a normal person, it's fine."

"I... I didn't learn it..."

Tayaros was about to scratch his head, but then quickly put it down because he was worried about etiquette.

The rigid formalities within Nieto always bound her, but Tayarus was unaware that the Martyrs were a Nieto squad that did not care about so-called etiquette, so apart from the two captains, there was no such thing as a hierarchy within the squad.

"You don't need to learn it, just be yourself."

After saying that, Rhein-Enshet pulled her into his arms and led her to a nearby clothing store.

No sales staff were needed to promote the clothing; Rhein-Enshet himself styled the outfits. Thanks to Dr. Pascal, the entire Metropolitan collection was used as a source of inspiration for Rhein-Enshet's activities with the White Eagles.

"Hmm... white hair, petite figure, somewhat melancholic and absent-minded. Considering the occasion we're going to, perhaps this Pamella Roland glossy black evening gown would suit you better."

When it comes to clothing recommendations, Rhinenshe is no less skilled than any of the shop assistants present. After trying on several outfits for Tayarous, who could have been featured on the cover of the monthly magazine "White Eagle Children" every time, she quickly returned to the fitting room to change before passersby could take photos. In addition, with the obstruction of Natia and the other martyr sisters, basically no one could get the picture they wanted.

"Why were they looking at us like that and taking pictures of us?"

As she fiddled with the hem of her skirt, Tayaros looked up at her sister Rhinenshe beside her, and as expected, she felt apprehensive about the situation.

“Of course it’s because Tayarous is so beautiful,” Rhinenshe said, running her fingers through her hair which she had styled herself, nodding with satisfaction, before winking at her sister behind her.

"Okay, I understand."

Natiya rolled her eyes, and then, along with her sisters, forcefully pushed away the passersby who were gathered in front of the store.

"Get out, get out, no photos allowed here."

"Get out of the way, our young lady is going out for dinner."

"Did you hear me? Put your phone away, or someone might restore it to its original state the next day!"

With Dandrei around, they really could do it...

Although passersby didn't understand why these girls were wearing men's suits, they certainly wouldn't look any worse than the two elegant girls in the store if they changed into women's dresses, but they chose a gender-neutral style, which was a real pity.

"Tsk," Natia took off her sunglasses, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them. "I'll say it one last time, get out. If I see a flash of light again, the River Watchers will personally send you to the bottom of the Hudson River tomorrow."

Having said that, no one dared to cause any more trouble. After all, the girl had brought up the name of the Thomson family, the largest Mafia family in New York. Since the last city shootout, the Quinn family and the Rothschild family had declined, and the Thomson family had become the dominant force, ruling the New York underworld. No one would dare to use their name to save face. If this girl dared to say it, they might actually have some connection with the Thomson family.

It's even possible she's the Godfather's eldest daughter, judging by how much they dote on those two girls...

......

That's understandable, since not everyone knows that the Thomson family's godfathers were women, and there were even two.

It has to be said that having a powerful family backing you up is very convenient. As long as the reputation is good enough, people will naturally give way.

The martyr's sisters surrounded the two women in the center, making them look like young ladies of a wealthy family going on a tour, accompanied by a large group of bodyguards.

Tayaruse rarely felt uncomfortable with other people's gazes; she simply carried out her orders without ever paying attention to their stares. However, when she changed into a gorgeous dress, she subconsciously began to experience these somewhat superfluous emotions.

"I don't like these people..."

She whispered in a soft, feminine voice that only she could hear, and Natia and her sisters held her even tighter.

“Don’t look at them,” Natia said, raising her left hand slightly to shield them behind her. “If you don’t know what to look at, just stare at my back and space out. Just remember not to step on my heels, they’re very expensive.”

Tayaros subconsciously looked up and saw that Sister Natiya was wearing a pair of shiny black men's leather shoes. She dressed herself up as a man from head to toe, but her neat single ponytail that swayed with her movements and her exquisite features also hinted at her true gender. From another perspective, this was also a kind of unique beauty.

She looks like the kind of older sister who could send herself flying with a single punch...

Tayareus thought so.

But this feeling was indeed very unfamiliar. She only realized a second ago that since meeting her sister Rhinenshe, all her actions had been without any instructions, and everything that was happening now was completely unexpected.

Why is it that, without any instructions, she can still find a clear path?

She didn't think so. She was just being guided by her older sisters. Ignoring the specific format of the instructions, wasn't this just another form of instruction...?

539 Instruction 4

After dressing formally, the group entered the restaurant without any hindrance. To avoid becoming the center of attention, and given the bad weather and low customer volume, the girls chose a relatively secluded window seat.

However, unlike the city center where you can overlook the New York night view from your window, this place is located in Brooklyn Heights. All you can see are swaying tree shadows and a hazy moon. There are no pedestrians around, only green leaves carrying raindrops falling on the streets. That green is proof that July has arrived, but the unusually cold makes it impossible to feel any summer atmosphere.

This was the most unusual summer in decades, and also a time of great global upheaval. But even so, we must not forget to enjoy life. When life is good, we should enjoy it to the fullest, and Nietzsche and his contemporaries were no exception.

"Eating this kind of food requires too much 'pretentiousness,' and I'm not used to it."

Natiya rested her chin on her left hand, while her right hand held a steak dipped in black pepper sauce. Apart from her appearance and clothing, it was hard to see anything else that associated her with elegance.

While Natia still paid some attention to her image while dining, Tayarós simply abandoned the knife, picked up the whole steak, and started biting into it, completely disregarding any semblance of decorum, his mouth covered in black pepper sauce.

"Ta-mei is so cute."

“Perfect timing, Mantico, sit next to her and block her view.”

As the black-haired martyr named "Mantiko" was about to wipe Tayarous's mouth, Natia ordered him to sit on the outside of Tayarous.

“It is indeed necessary,” Rhein-Enshe nodded. “Not everyone can see Little Tower like this.”

Mantico raised his hand with a wry smile, stood up and moved to the outside of Tayarous: "Alright, alright, our princess."

Tayaruse couldn't understand the purpose of her sisters' conversation; she only knew that it was a good time to enjoy the food, and etiquette was not a consideration for her—she hadn't bothered to learn about it at all.

She should just eat! She rarely has the chance to eat so heartily. Usually, the only time she gets to eat like this is when her older sisters, Gray and Ti, are taking her out alone...

Rhineenshe picked up a napkin and wiped the black pepper sauce off Tayarous's face, making his fair face look much more harmonious.

"No need to rush, no one will take it from you."

"Well, actually I'm just hungry. If you want to eat, I'll definitely give it to you right away."

"No need to use honorifics for me, just call me Sister Rhine Enshe. This isn't the company, so you can relax."

"......Um."

Is it also part of the instruction to not address Rhine-Enshet as a respectful term?

"I will follow your instructions."

......

The martyrs' smiles froze briefly for a moment before they began eating their steaks, saying very little.

As expected, this kind of imprint, like a steel mark on one's mind, is hard to erase in a short time. It has to be said that the hint that Morido gave her back then was really ruthless, making her constantly think about it and never forget it...

When the Natia sisters received Gray's request, they realized that Gray did not entirely agree with Morido's approach. She preferred a gentler way to give the current Nieto people their own status and abilities, so that they would not be suppressed and worthless as they had been in Paradis.

Morido, on the other hand, clearly has not and will not escape the shadow of the past. She still adheres to the hierarchy inherent in the existence of the Nieto. Although it has eased slightly compared to before, lower-ranking Nieto still feel fear towards higher-ranking Nieto, that is, towards the "older sisters," in formal occasions when the sisters meet.

What they have in common is that they both use any means necessary to accomplish the commander's mission and orders. However, their styles of doing things are very different. Gray will use the gentlest methods possible within the bounds of permission, while Morido prioritizes maximum efficiency and is willing to pay any price for it. As long as it does not threaten the commander's interests, she will use any means necessary.

These high-ranking Nito, or special Nito like Adeline and Eleanor, are regarded by Morido as the Commander's precious private property and will not be easily used or consumed. As for Tayarus, who just arrived here, she was obviously not noticed by the Commander, which led to her current state.

The martyrs couldn't help but wonder if their commander was as cruel and ruthless as Morido, and whether Morido acted so recklessly because the commander allowed it, while Gray, fearing the commander's presence, had to be more restrained in front of Morido.

If this is the case, then where exactly does Nieto's way out lie?

......