“It is clear that he is trying to hide something, but what is that? maybe… .”
Eugene Schneider took another sip of the cigar.
“… The one who killed the terrorist chief. I don’t know why, but he probably doesn’t want to reveal his identity to me.”
The complex aroma of long filter cigars made from the finest varietal real tobacco leaves.
A remote voice resounded in the silent Gaju’s ear.
[All witnesses at the scene testified that the owner of the tavern, Sasha Dragon, subdued the Luddite gang. This person named Sasha Dragon is said to be a former Ronin, but after checking the database… .]
“You must have received a notification from the Dusk administration that it was classified as access-locked information.”
[Yes. I could get net divers to get through the firewall, but… .]
“done. You already know.”
You don’t have to go through the beehive.
He murmured and placed the cigar on the ashtray structure that was naturally attached to his outstretched arm.
“So, do you think the testimony that the tavern owner subdued the psycho gangs is true?”
[I haven’t checked everything, but… In all likelihood, it’s perjury. They are telling lies. It’s like weaving it.]
“okay.”
Eugene Schneider didn’t seem to be very impressed with Suha’s words, but he only touched his blue eyes with his hand.
I had no choice but to do so.
“Sasha Dragon was not at the tavern at the time of the incident. Someone else intervened.”
Because his eyes are looking back and reconstructing Dragon’s Rare’s past.
[Shall we investigate all the people who have records of entering the bar that day?]
“okay. Surveillance cameras and drones outside the tavern wouldn’t be affected by the electromagnetic pulse, so it wouldn’t be difficult.”
After saying that, the Cheolmyeon Gaju moved forward.
Walk a few steps in place, move your field of vision a few times, then close your eyes and raise your arms.
“Hmm.”
In this place, the visual information that only one person can see is cut, pasted, rotated… .
draw conclusions briefly
“Especially for the tavern staff to check thoroughly. Because they are winning.”
[All right.]
disconnect
Cheolmyeongaju rubbed the cigar that had been placed on the pedestal on the floor and then bit it into his mouth again.
Turn your body and move toward the back.
There was a metal staircase going down, an empty space beyond the walls of the iron man samurai.
In the center is a transparent display box.
It was a storage facility with a strict security system, one of the best in the mansion.
slurp.
It grips the inner handle over a barrier of flowing fluid that only Schneider’s blood can access.
He took out Schneider’s heirloom, a black katana that his tomboy daughter had taken out of the house.
It is terrifying to see a day when it does not rust even if it is not taken care of and the sharpness is maintained forever.
A deformed sword face that seemed to absorb light was deeply embedded in the human eye.
This is the sharpest iron that made the family it is today.
Father’s smallest and heaviest legacy.
Eugene Schneider activated a symbol of California that only he could properly handle in the world.
[Bio ID recognition complete. Nice to meet you, Eugene Elijah Schneider.]
[Comprehensive physical condition satisfaction. Confirmed to be an existing user. Do you want to activate the built-in skill?]
“no.”
Answer the hard voice of the program.
The small nuclear reactor inside, which split into this shape and revealed the void inside, stops operating at the midpoint.
The over-technology of the old Japan, which was in its heyday decades ago, which is astonishing at any time, gave off a dangerous and bewitching color for a moment and then faded away.
A black blade that captivates people… as the name suggests
Cheolmyeongaju said while holding the cigar with the other hand that did not hold the handle.
“I want to check the usage log.”
[Confirm request… . Not available with normal user rights. Administrator privileges are required.]
I knew this answer would come.
There was no need to check the affidavit.
There are only two people in history who have ever been qualified to use this sword, and the latest contents remain vivid in their own memories without having to browse the logs.
Nevertheless, Eugene Schneider opened his mouth after silence.
“Then I will browse the user list.”
A voice echoing through the cigar smoke-filled vault.
Kokuyo Auto’s artificial intelligence answered.
[There are a total of two users with suspended privileges. #1, general production rights user, Akira Shinzo. Reason for Suspension: At my request. #2, Admin User, Otto Wolfgang Schneider. Reason for suspension-]
“I will hand over the suspended users.”
That wasn’t the information he wanted.
In the present progressive tense, information of users with privileges is required.
[Request Confirmation. There is only one general authority user. You are Eugene Elijah Schneider.]
one person.
There was no change. as you know
The only Schneider maid smoked a cigar again without a change in expression.
Touch the rapper you hold with your thumb and forefinger, and place your finger on the handle of the sword.
It was time to press the power button again.
[Finally, there is only one special privileged user. User ID, Aaron ‘Jo Nakamura’ Schneider.]
“… .”
The iron face hardens. The dark pupil relaxes and enlarges.
“under.”
Schneider’s headman grabbed the handle, letting out a breath that he did not know whether it was a laugh or a moan.
The tip of the sword… stood upright
* * *
The dinner party was very noisy.
There were still no new guests as if they had chartered at Dragon’s Rare, and the topic had long since shifted from my gloomy future entangled with the Schneider family to the other side.
Because there’s nothing good about talking about a bad story that won’t change with the tabletop discussion for a long time.
Our Sasha Dragon, who is now embarrassed to put it anywhere, was drunk and sullen, and once again was arguing with sagas that were not bragging or serious.
As for how my face turned red while wearing a helmet, I can only say that I could tell.
“So why did you arrive late that day?”
I asked the dragon president, who seemed to be very upset. This is the story of the day the Luddite gang hit the chess board.
It’s a consequential story, but if the Dragon boss had been there that day, they might not have gone so far.
I thought that the reputation of a human being Sasha Dragon in the afterlife was greater than I expected.
Even the most invisible psycho gangsters would probably have folded up a number to avoid power loss.
If you think about it upside down, it’s understandable that they went crazy this time.
For the gang, the simple news that the Dragon President is absent is ‘Time-Limited Special Sale! Free Bar Pots opportunity! Deadline is imminent!’ It must have sounded like publicity.
It must have been very coveted, like a home shopping phrase.
How can these impatient terrorists stand up to this?
That’s why it’s important to have a dragon totem that suppresses the violence of all kinds of wild bastards.
Accidents happen just by leaving the seat for a while.
Of course, even if there is a totem, bad things can happen, but even in that case, if there is a boss, it is a last resort.
That was the moment when last resort was needed. To the Luddite Gang, to the Ned Rudd to the EMP… .
If there had been Hellchang Dragon, a former veteran who was completely covered in powered armor, then, as a bar manager, I wouldn’t have been able to put on a hard shit show as if I was dealing with Ned Rudd.
“Do you know?”
[Uh, the conclusion is Takara (I mean)… Am I wrong?]
“That’s it. You finally understand. The case would have been much easier if only the boss had been there. From now on, please don’t be late and go early!”
At the speed of my fire, the dragon president abruptly tried to nod his head and then stopped.
[By the way, I’m the boss… ? It’s my own shop that I run, but I can’t even leave my place at will? Something strange-.]
“As the boss, you have to be more responsible! It’s the owner’s shop, but at the same time, it’s everyone’s workplace!”
Sei nodded as he ate the tandoori chicken from the other side at the same time as my cider.
Tony, who was standing next to him, was also lying on the table, barely lifting his fingers to show his consent.
The president of Dragon, driven into a corner, acknowledged his defeat and raised a white flag.
[okay. From now on, I’ll make sure I’m not late… But was this the original topic of our conversation? I feel like I’ve gone the other way.]
“Ouch.”
Then I saw that
What was I originally going to ask?
“Oh, yes. Why did you come late that day?”
[We, Nakamura Kun, somehow seem to be getting shorter and shorter. It’s nice that we’ve become closer than when we first met… Something feels odd.]
I said scratching my cheek at the murmur of President Dragon.
“I do not know. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because of my mood.”
[Is that so? It’s not like he’s disrespectful to me, the Jettai (absolute) boss, or something like that-.]
“So, can you give me an answer? Why are you late?”
[…] .]
Sasha Dragon said, ‘The president’s authority is getting less and less… I need to get it right!’ He muttered sadly to himself, and then opened his mouth.
[That’s the point… .]