Explaination

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Another extraordinary meeting, it almost seemed to the witches that the more time it passed the more frequently they happened.
This time the entire 501st was present, all 11 of them.
These other girls being...

Perrine H. Clostermann: Witch of noble origins, skilled fighter but usually ready to argue over the slightest spite or unexpected event. Although her attitudes were somewhat unpleasant, she would have been willing to give her life for the good of others.

Lynette Bishop: Shy, clumsy girl, sometimes alien to the reality of things. She joined the 501st as a Sharpshooter and immediately became friend with Mijafuji Yoshika, the two helped each other very often. One thing was for sure, she rarely misses the target.

Eila Ilmatar Juutilainen: An expert witch capable of predicting the future, almost always cheerful and a well known prankster. However, she always maintained a """"protective"""" attitude towards a particular witch in the team.

That witch being Aleksandra Vladimirovna Litvyak, or simply Sanya: A 'Night Witch', with her special powers she was capable of identifying enemies even at great distances, practically a human radar. As good as she was at her job, we could say that she was far too introverted and... Alone.

The four of them, Francesca, Minna and the witches who were carrying out the drill in the morning were in the meeting room, all present to clarify the events.
Between those who slept taking advantage of the wait and those who couldn't do anything other than complain about the time, 11pm, Mio and Minna set up a projector before calling Andrea.

Andrea was waiting outside, he had been told to wait while they set up the projector. He was a little tense, he had glimpsed the large meeting room, it seemed to him that he was about to enter a court in front of the Court Martial. At least it was dark as a place, he wasn't used to such intense sunlight, his eyes still hurt. Luckily there were no burns, his skin remained as white as when he arrived.

In all honesty he liked this place, he started thinking about... Staying. Maybe he never had a platoon, maybe he was a rebel from the Second Ark and he had forgotten.
He began to think whether time in the future was moving forward as he lived in the past, he wondered if that atomic weapon that was looming over him had not stopped once he crossed that 'portal'. However, this only meant one thing: If time in the future went on anyway, then the radioactive cloud did too, and therefore... Whoever had been with him, even if he hadn't been born yet, was already dead. So there was no point in returning, his friends were already dead.
It was a strange concept, he didn't understand how to explore it, he barely knew three languages or how to shoot, all his knowledge of the world was gone, all those lies were finally exposed.
But now... He didn't even have a religion anymore... Nobody believed in the Great Omniscient Destiny, he was just in a foreign world.
It was decided that he had to learn, yes, once he had done what needed to be done he would start again, he HAD to know this world.

Mio's voice was heard through the door "Andrea, you can come in."

Andrea got up, took a deep breath of that clean air, and entered the meeting room from the left door.
Some of the witches didn't understand who he was. Maybe he was an inspector or a general but he seemed too young. Maybe she was a witch they had never heard of before, but his face now clearly spelled out "I'm a male." So was he perhaps someone's relative? Among everyone, the only ones who looked at him impassively were Mio, Gertrud and Minna.
He was definitely not Mio's relative given his European appearance while Gertrud only had one sister. So maybe he was Minna's relative?
Even if that were the case, that didn't explain the military uniform.

Charlotte still looked at him with suspicion, she didn't trust him. That bulletproof suit of his, the way he had no qualms about using hostages, his use of the knife, she deemed him dangerous.

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