085. open (3)
I picked up the pistol and aimed it at the old man.
“Give me a chance. If you want to live, run away now.”
“Oh, that can’t be!”
bang!
A bullet passed the old man’s ear and hit the opposite wall.
Blood spattered on his face, and the old man closed his eyes tightly.
Still, the old man did not back down.
“Everyone else ran away. All the money has already been collected by the main unit. Do you really need to risk your life to protect this place?”
The old man opened his eyes and said with a heavy breath.
“Hey, this is Parter’s space. I can’t see people from other organizations messing things up!”
“… … .”
I was momentarily puzzled.
Did Parterer have such a loyal subordinate?
The moment I saw the sword marks on the back of the old man’s hand, a figure related to Parter suddenly came to mind.
“He was a former fighter. Does watching Parterre grow up in the arena makes you feel like a father?”
“… … !”
The old man’s face lit up with surprise.
At the same time, I blew up a wind and stuck it in his stomach.
He fell to the floor with a suffocating sound.
“… Are you dead?”
“I just fainted for a moment.”
I picked up the old man and went out of the arena.
Estelle followed her with questionable eyes.
Gugugu-
They put the old man down nearby, and all the magic installed throughout the facility exploded all at once.
His feet vibrated with the sound of intermittent explosions.
Even if the operation of the arena was resumed, it would take a long time to restore the facility.
“Branch.”
“Are you leaving that person here?”
“When you wake up, you will do your own thing.”
We got into the car and headed to the next area.
The intention was to destroy all the arena existing in the 40th division area.
Estelle, who was looking at the scenery that was being pushed away at high speed, asked.
“Who was that person earlier? And that Parterre grew up in the arena… .”
“It’s an old story. It’s not very pleasant, and only a few know it.”
“Is this something I need to know?”
“It won’t be a problem, but it could be a long story. It’s a story before the Blue Serpent was even created.”
“it’s okay. After all, there is still time until we get to the next area.”
I was silent for a while, and then I got the luck of the story.
“Parter was born in an arena.”
Parter’s mother was a fighter.
A mercenary who has been imprisoned in the arena with a huge debt.
She took her own life after giving birth to the child of the jailer who raped her.
“They said that the other fighters risked their lives to protect what they were told to throw as food for the beast.”
At first, he grew up as an errand man doing chores inside the arena.
But soon before the main game began, he was ordered to excite the audience and was pushed into the arena.
Bare hands, no weapons.
at the young age of nine.
Together with a beast the size of his own body.
The person who gave the order may have imagined the child being torn to shreds by the claws of the beast.
However, the results were unexpected.
On the contrary, it was the child, not the beast, who tore the opponent apart with his bare hands.
The child’s fist was surrounded by mana.
It was definitely a talent.
In addition to mana handling, the ability to use body parts themselves as weapons to contain mana.
“If I had been born into a wealthy family, I might have become a famous knight or fighter.”
The audience gave a standing ovation.
That was the first expression of cheers and praise received as a child.
However, the owner of the arena had a hard face.
“I think he may have been afraid. The general public doesn’t know it well, but it’s a talent that is shocking enough for mana users.”
The arena’s owner ignored the objection of the fighter who claimed to be the child’s protector, and continued to put the child into the game.
Of course, no weapons were ever provided.
A seedling that will grow into an unbearable giant tree.
The purpose was to trample it.
The danger level of the beasts he was facing increased gradually, and in the end, even while fighting famous adult fighters, the child never lost a match.
Although he suffered minor injuries, he tore off his opponent’s neck with his bare hands.
Even though no one had ever taught him, he absorbed the fighting skills of his opponents and created his own fighting style.
As more and more spectators came to see the child, the owner of the arena had no choice but to acknowledge the child’s commercial value.
He adjusted the difficulty of his opponent and treated him better even after the battle was over.
The fear still remained, but only as much as healing the wounds and giving them the cleanest prison room.
Nearly ten years have passed like that.
The fighter who saved the infant child injured his leg and became a laborer. Although still young, the child is now a fighter that no one can touch prematurely.
“Ten years? With that level of skill, if I had tried to leave the arena before then, I think I would have been able to get out of it.”
“It was his own choice to remain in the arena.”
The owner of the arena offered to hire him as an important member of his organization.
However, he turned down the offer and chose to remain a fighter.
It was the result of complex emotions.
Growing up in an arena all his life, he was afraid of the outside world.
A sense of being alive that can only be felt when you kill someone and hear the cheers.
“The arena is a place of love and hatred for him.”
Years passed again, and a crossroads of choices appeared in front of him once again.
“Your skills are worth using. Would you like to work for me?”
An unidentified organization has taken over the arena. That was their first meeting.
Current Blue Serpent Boss.
And of Executive Parterre.
Masks and cloaks to cover the body and face.
Machine-modulated voice.
There was nothing that could guess the identity, but one thing was clear from Parter’s point of view.
The fact that the opponent has unbelievable force, and the moment the rapier is stuck in his shoulder, the next place he will stick to will be his heart.
It was a feeling of ‘fear’ that I felt for the first time in my life.
I grew up not learning the emotions I should have learned at my age.
Because of that, the unfamiliar feeling came to him even more as a shock.
He was nodding his head involuntarily.
「I plan to use the arena as it is anyway, so it would be better for someone who knows well to take over it. You can take charge of the operation of this place, or you can go out with me and do other things.”
The moment of choice made once again.
After numerous conflicts, Parter chose to remain in the arena again.
He didn’t have the courage to leave the arena.
born uterus.
The cradle from which I grew up.
It’s a jumping playground.
The arena that was his whole life.
However, he is unaware of the fact that he has ‘love and hate’ in the arena.
The emotion of ‘love-hate’ is just sinking deep in his unconscious and affecting his overall behavior.
“Is it a similar reason to keep increasing the arena?”
“You can think of it as something like an obsession to find the meaning of life.”
In the arena where he once imprisoned himself, he now imprisoned others.
Estelle was silent for a moment.
It seemed that he was somewhat shocked by the complicated and complex story than expected.
“In the original world, there are not many cases where the perpetrator and the victim are clearly separated. Everyone is both a perpetrator and a victim.”
“… So, is the old man the fighter who saved Parter’s life?”
“I’m not sure, but I think it’s probably right.”
“Couldn’t you be held hostage? If someone is meaningful to Parter… .”
I chuckled.
Seeing that, she was perplexed.
“why? Why are you laughing?”
“You went with me and you became a villain.”
“Oh no, not that! Let’s use what is available… .”
squeaky.
I stopped the car.
While we were talking, we had arrived at the next area.
“Branch.”
“So I mean… .”
I got out of the car and walked ahead.
She groaned and followed her.
His opinion made sense, but it was not usable at this time.
Obviously, the elderly are the closest to ‘family’ to Parter.
However, whether he feels the feelings of a ‘family’ to the elderly is a different matter.
‘I missed the time to learn emotions.’
Even if he threatens the old man with his life, he will not care.
The time will come when the faucet of frozen emotions will melt, but that is a later story.
Such a distant future that will never come to him, who will soon lose his life.
“Even so, he is a benefactor who is no different from raising him.”
And above all.
“I hate Shinpa-geuk.”
* * *
A dark room with the lights off.
A woman in a suit, wearing glasses and with her hair up, handed a document to a man sitting at a desk.
“A report on the wars taking place in Parter’s territory.”
The man accepted the document with a bored gesture.
The lower part of the man’s face and the writing on the document were dimly reflected in the sunlight coming through the window.
“It seems that Leica did not comply with the instructions and sent only subordinates to support, boss.”
The man was called the boss.
He did not intend to be called by any other titles, nor was he allowed to subordinates.
It has been that way since the moment I set foot in this world ten years ago.
“He’s a guy who doesn’t listen well in the first place. You can’t leash a wild beast.”
The woman in front of the boss was Jaina, one of the Blue Serpent’s executives.
Unlike when he appeared in front of other executives, the boss did not wear a mask or change his voice.
“Putiland.”
The boss rested his feet on the desk and reclined deeply in the chair.
He knew immediately where the background was and what the purpose was.
Using his own information network, it was not a problem to find out about that.
The only problem was that Parter had a hard time against Fertilland, a mercenary group that had no idea what it was.
“What do you think is the cause, Jaina?”
“From what I saw firsthand on the field, the commander on the Fertilland side was a very talented person. Not only did he use military-like tactics, but he also showed himself using magic.”
The boss pondered the word tactics several times.
Parter had never encountered such a thing.
Body-to-body, fist-to-fist clash.
Because I have lived through only rough battlefields where there are no rules.
“Did Bama say he was fighting with the Special Forces of the Security Bureau?”
“yes.”
Jaina handed him another document.
A report covering Bama’s recent actions was stamped with the seal of the Security Bureau.
This was not the first time the battle with the special task force had been fought.
During the encounter with Low Tactic, information was leaked and he was surrounded by a special task force.
According to the information, an unidentified wizard appeared at the scene and took Bama out.
Again, this is a wizard.
The wizard he knew was always like that.
Those who perform miracles with one hand and bring out things that belong to the realm of the impossible to the realm of possibility.
It was the wizards who made this world like this and who restored it.
The boss thought for a moment.
Even if Bama and Parterre were captured or killed, it didn’t matter.
After all, the security bureau will never go beyond the cadres and penetrate into itself.
Executives also have good skills, but it is not impossible to replace them with others.
‘I don’t know if it’s like a Leica.’
The important thing is money.
It doesn’t matter if you have a chimpanzee sitting there, as long as you can raise the payment in a timely manner.
As a result, the operation of the arena was shut down, and reports that the facility had been destroyed made him very uncomfortable.
Because it was no different than saying that the amount of money that would come to you would also decrease.
widely. widely.
His finger tapped the edge of the desk.
Every time a finger touched the surface of the iron edge, the surface was dented.
“… … .”
intervention is required.
However, the policy is to never reveal his appearance in person.
Because the risk of having your identity exposed has grown to a point where it can’t be compared to the past.
“And there is one thing that Parterre did not put in the report.”
“what?”
“Rumors are circulating among Parterer’s men that the commander of Putiland may be Cain.”
Cain.
It was a guy who had climbed through the ranks, from members of the lower ranks to executives, with a body that could not even handle mana.
With that extraordinary brain, it was the timber he was looking at as the next boss candidate.
He got caught up in a fight between the executives and eventually became crippled.
Even if it wasn’t, they were about to hire people to fill the vacant seats.
The boss groped for one of the information he had previously received.
There were a lot of information reported from various places and a lot of work to be processed, so there were a lot of things that I could barely remember.
Explosion at Kentrock Prison.
Still, this was pretty important information.
Inspector Javir, the next head of the security bureau, was dispatched, and an explosion occurred shortly thereafter.
It was reported that Cain was dead in the accident, and Lieutenant Xavir resigned as a guard and began acting on his own.
“… The rings fit a bit. There are some parts I don’t understand.”
He clenched his throat and made a sound.
“Jaina, go and meet the commander of Puttyland in person.”