F-Rank Soul Eater-Chapter 75: Plan To Save Cynthia

Chapter 75: Plan To Save Cynthia
Soren felt like an archaeologist that just discovered a hidden city.
And to think the reason was just under his nose.
In the loop Cynthia died. Two major events had happened that day.
Of course, there was the death of the Soul Mecha Pilot.
But it was also the day that Cynthia got closest to ever touching Big Mama’s Crowned Jewel.
All the prisoners had watched and cheered for her.
Meaning that this person, for some reason, does not want her to harvest the Jewel.
As best as Soren knew, the harvested ore stones were mainly used as equipment in the production of Soul Mechas.
The bigger and stronger the Eldritch whale, the better the quality of ore stone harvested.
Which in turn played a huge role for the quality of the Soul Mechas produced.
It was like how the quality of his dagger was far better than the quality of the Trash Mecha that was created using Type IV soul steel.
Also, the stronger the Soul Mechas, the stronger the Soul Steel that could be harvested in the future.
Unless the person involved was a sick person involved was sick in the head, having stronger Soul Mechas was actually a good thing.
A great thing.
Even the average prisoner knew this logic. They might say how much they hated whities, but when Vera Kanta died in that loop, the blow hit everyone.
The only people Soren could think of who would not want stronger Soul Mechas would be their enemies.
Eldritch Souls.
Soren paused. It was already deep in the night, but he had to sit upright to think this through.
He believed he might be on the verge of something here.
No, sitting was not enough. He stood, pacing the room. More blood was needed in his head to think.
As far as he knew, Eldritch souls were not capable of the level of thinking that human beings possessed.
But what if they did?
After all, when he faced the parasitic Eldritch in the train, he had read that Eldritch souls take the likeness of creatures from this world.
Then was it possible that an Eldritch would take the likeness of a person too?
No... he did not want to think so. If such a thing were possible, then it would mean that Eldritch souls were far scarier opponents.
After all, human beings did not conquer the earth because of their physical prowess but because of their minds.
He suddenly remembered the pair of green eyes that appeared when Boyed killed that Eldritch in his town.
And then he remembered the first pilot’s story of meeting that soul at the lake that remembers.
That soul was definitely capable of a normal thinking process.
If a soul could think... then an Eldritch could definitely learn.
The thought made his stomach turn.
"Not now," he muttered.
"Ahhh!" He roughened his hair. Thinking this much was crashing with the norm that he knew and the possibility of a more dangerous threat.
"Soooreeennn..." Cynthia stirred in her sleep.
Soren looked her way. Because of the helmet, he couldn’t see her eyes, but his Blackfield told him her eyes were still closed.
"Of course... Cynthia was more important right now. He had to get the resin from the Crowned Jewel."
Soren sat back down.
The question was how to get the Crowned Jewel.
He needed to jot some things down. Unfortunately, no pen and paper.
He sighed.
... And so the next day came.
As expected, the prisoners had their day off in the yard. Even though they did little to nothing the previous day, this was how things had always been.
However, today, everyone’s attention was on one person.
Soren.
He kept on writing and drawing symbols in the sand.
He had fleshed out an entire corner for himself.
Even the gang that used to hang out there did not dare to disturb him.
After all, on the first day, he had dared to punch Sausage Neck in the face—a brawl that eventually ended in two people’s deaths.
And on the second day, he had punched a guard, and rumors had it that he was congratulated for it.
This was aside from the fact that there was also another rumor that the Soul Mecha Pilots of the Red Silence were interested in him after he saved one of them.
No one crossed into his space.
But to say they were not curious as to what he was doing would be a lie.
However, no one would dare approach.
Well, none except...
"What are you doing?" Vinegar asked, three bottles of a cold beverage in her hands.
Soren raised his head from the ground. "Are those for me?"
"You wish. Not like you have enough points to afford them." She replied.
Soren was not offended.
"I am..." he squatted low to add a letter, "... making a plan to get the Crowned Jewel on Big Mama."
"What!?" She froze. A lot of questions bombarded her mind.
But the first one was—
"How did you even know, Big Mama? I thought you’d never entered the..."
"That does not matter." He stood up to her. "I need your help."
Soren gave a strong gaze.
She raised a brow at him. "I don’t think you know this, but even Cynthia has not been able to reach the Crowned Jewel. And she has been trying for years now."
"Well, tomorrow... she will."
Vinegar shook her head. "You know, Ratler said you were crazy. I’m starting to believe him."
She turned to leave. But Soren spoke again.
"I know you don’t want her to die." He walked up to Vinegar. "I saw it yesterday... the thought of it. That you would have to watch another person you love die before your eyes. It eats you up from the inside."
She froze. He walked up to her. "I can’t claim to know Cynthia more than you, and I certainly can’t claim things won’t turn out bad.
But like you, I know what it’s like to lose people you love. And I know what it’s like to be useless in the face of death.
You already know what happens if you walk away," Soren said quietly.
"You’ll live. But it won’t stop hurting.
Right now, Cynthia is in the kitchen trying her best to distract her mind—baking bread."
Soren suddenly remembered that night she cried.
It must have been so painful—to be so close but watch the object of your salvation slip through your fingers.
Cynthia acted strong in front of the other prisoners, but Soren knew her.
He had sat with her, eaten with her, listened to her, smiled with her, and listened to the sorrow behind her tears.
Even now, he knew she was hurting.
"Please, help me save my cellmate." He asked.
Vinegar paused.