Episode 80. Persuasion Time (1)
Flags fluttering in the fog.
Hurtlocker rubbed his eyes and looked up at the flag with a sore throat.
The familiar flag was written in Trudish language:
-1 Company Siegfried
A unit flag named after an old hero.
The Hurt Locker noticed this and noticed it right away.
oh this is a dream
“Hurt Locker. I’ll be back soon, so please wait.”
soldiers on the go.
Hurtlocker patted his head with a rough hand, and realized what was going on.
That was the day.
The weather, composition, and scenes all coincided with that day.
It was the day that the 1st Company was destroyed except for one person.
had to say
don’t go
If you go, everyone will die.
“OMG······!”
But all that came out of his mouth was a strange, incomprehensible sound.
No matter how desperately he clenched his lips, the result was the same.
“Don’t worry. Aren’t we the heroes of victory? We’ll definitely come back.”
“iced coffee······!”
Even at the moment when ‘that person’ turned around and left, Hurt Locker could not hold him back.
Even his limbs and limbs were helpless to move.
I had no choice but to watch the scene where hundreds of soldiers lined up with five and entered the dead ground.
Soldiers waving to this side.
Are they trying to reassure me or the soldiers trying to make funny faces with funny faces…?
I didn’t know when I was younger.
But seeing it again in this dream seemed to make sense.
They knew where they were going.
“Ahhh······.”
Only then did I understand.
Why did the damn humans who always took me to do chores even during battles and left me for that day?
They were going to die.
according to command.
for the country.
for the nation.
It was a sacrifice for the cause.
Watching the procession getting farther away, Hurt Locker felt helpless for a long time.
Feeling powerless to do anything.
Nothing in this young body…
“Uhhhh…!”
At that very moment, the Hurt Locker woke up from the dream.
A cold sweat was forming on his forehead.
like some kind of nightmare.
Wouldn’t it be a happy dream to see ‘that person’ again?
“sh*t.”
Hurt Locker got up from the bed, took a breath and washed his face first.
It was a strange thing.
How do you dream of old dreams so vividly?
The battle of that day destroyed Siegfried’s company.
with only one person
As the last Siegfried, the Hurtlockers inherited the unit’s name as their surname.
Then, the Hurt Lockers, who awakened at an amazing speed, worked as an assassin and came to be called a one-man company.
Such a weak and helpless boy had become a tactical weapon that sweeps the battlefield in just a few years.
“It’s a dog dream.”
Giving meaning to dreams is stupid.
The Hurt Locker thought so and erased the thought of the dream.
Lots of work to do today.
Working hard on a construction site in the morning, washing dishes in a restaurant in the afternoon.
Part-time jobs were piled up.
It was because of the fact that the last time I went to the Wrist Forest, I bought a protective suit and a gas mask, and the intelligence agency’s finances were in trouble.
However, it was not possible to buy the antidote, and there were no items for sale at the time.
In the end, I had to buy the expensive equipment to cry and eat mustard, but these were no longer used, so it was a headache.
Once the magic energy shower was properly put on, the durability was also greatly reduced, so even if you tried to sell it used, it didn’t sell well.
‘But what? Because I saved Schlus Heinkel.’
Even if it cost a lot of money, maybe it was because Schlusus Heinkel was saved.
Emilia had been begging her not to kill Schlus like that, so she had to live.
‘uh? Are you suddenly angry?’
Thinking like that, I thought I shouldn’t have saved it again.
Why the hell does Emilia wrap him up like that?
Is that bastard flirting with Emilia?”
It was the moment when the heated Hurt Locker opened the door.
“···········?”
Standing in front of the door, I ran into a veiled person.
The first thing that came to my mind was whether it would be too hot to wear it like that.
“King Heart. It’s a request.”
“What······?”
Hurt Locker’s pupils dilated in an instant.
Only the crows know the name Kingheart.
Since the name had not yet been released to the public, there was no possibility that someone was impersonating a crow.
“What is the request?”
“Let’s read the request.”
A roll of paper was pushed in.
The Hurt Locker who carefully opened it and checked the contents was-
-dummy.
“what?”
I was very perplexed.
I quickly put down the paper and there was no man wrapped in a veil.
“This… what….”
That’s all.
Suddenly, the scenery of all directions began to break.
The world collapsed as if pieces of a puzzle were falling with a pulsing sound.
After all the pieces fell off, nothing was left.
A world where there is nothing, nothing but Saehyal.
The Hurt Locker, who was left in the middle, closed her eyes tightly.
It’s still a dream.
“Huh!”
The moment he realized that, Hurt Locker returned to reality.
Now it was very clear that it was real.
The magic that he had never felt before was now circling his body.
But the problem is-
“What the f*ck….”
It was said that he had a sack on his head, and his limbs were tied.
No matter how hard they tried, the restraint showed no sign of being released.
No matter what kind of trick he used, the magic inside his body did not follow his control.
How the hell did this happen?
It was the moment when the Hurt Locker was carefully examining his memories.
“Nice to meet you, Kingheart. Long time no see.”
“······································································!
A familiar voice was heard.
A bastard who wants to kill him by throwing him in a poop just hearing about it.
It was Schlus Heinkel.
***
“Shulus! Unleash this!!!”
“ha······.”
I couldn’t help but sigh.
Because of that one who struggles in front of me with his limbs tied.
To explain why this happened, I had to go back a few hours.
“Hello. It’s mail delivery~”
“············”.
It was the moment the door opened while taking a break in the mansion.
A smiling boy in uniform appeared.
As a habit, I used ‘inquiry’ to examine its identity.
Immediately, he frowned.
“Jin. What are you doing with that image?”
“oh······.”
It was Crow Jean.
Was this time disguised as a man?
Then, suddenly, I thought that Jin could try s*xual experiences regardless of one way or the other.
sh*t. what are you imagining
“How do you know right away every time?”
“It smells. A unique scent.”
“What?!”
I had to hold back my laughter as I watched Jin raise my arm and sniff it.
I guess I thought it was serious.
“I can’t smell anything…”
“Tell me the purpose or something. Before my attendant comes.”
“Ttt. Request. I’ve completed it, so please come.”
“What order.”
“Why are you pretending you forgot? Find Kingheart.”
“············”.
It’s true that I forgot
I entrusted the quest with the idea that one day I should be alone with The Hurt Locker.
I thought it would take a while, so I erased it from my mind.
But the midterm exam is just around the corner, so I’m busy right now.
“Today is hard. Try to pick it up next week.”
“No, what is that…. Then the child will become dehydrated and die.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s tied up in the basement right now. You’re going to clean up his sh*t and pee until next week and give him rice and water? Oh, I can’t. It’s too much to pay extra for that.”
“············”.
I couldn’t resist the heat.
no no
Where in the world is there a crazy bitch who asks you to meet someone and then catches them and tie them up?
Slowly, when I heard footsteps behind my back, Jin handed me a note.
“Address. Kill or live as you like. I will never go there again.”
“············”.
If the Hurt Locker was tied up, of course it would have suppressed the magic power as well.
Then he will never be able to escape on his own.
If I don’t go, he’ll die of starvation, dehydration, or dung and urine.
sh*t······.
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Jin also found out that he was a raven enough to slap Henderson in the face two or three times.
What used to be described as a mischievous s*xuality became such a boomerang, I didn’t know it would hit me.
“Is it turning into a man? You have a unique taste.”
The rest of the annoyed man spit on Jinui’s back.
But the answer that came back was speculative.
“It’s a woman. You idiot.”
“············”.
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Jin sticks out his tongue and turns around again.
No, that’s a woman…?
hey i’m glad
I thought I was a little excited to see a man again.
Ah, this is useless talk.
Anyway, back to the present-
“No matter how much you torture me, I won’t spit anything out! Destroy it to your heart’s content! There’s nothing you can get away with! Let’s try to rip through the head with some magic and turn him into a villain!”
The Hurt Locker was constantly screaming.
Soundproofing here?
It’s probably safe because it’s the house Jin prepared, but I was worried for a while.
If it were this child’s loud voice, it would be enough to break through the soundproof wall.
“Hey, my ears hurt. Stop it.”
“Do it without fuss! Schlus Heinkel you f*cking Empire minion!”
“Isn’t it hard? Eat dumplings.”
“············”.
After taking the bag off, he shoved the dumplings into him.
It was warm because I bought it on the way home.
He closed his eyes for a moment at the too bright light, and then looked at the dumplings before me.
“Are you trying to insult me! Do you think I’ll fall for the dumplings?”
“Shut up and eat.”
“Eub-Byung! I see! It’s a cold torture!”
“Sir. Then let’s drink water together.”
“This is water torture…! Whoops!”
They also feed me dumplings.
He also put a water bottle in his mouth, but he talked a lot.
Would I be able to have a conversation with this guy?
Anxiety about how it might only increase misunderstandings has crept over me.
“Are you feeling a little better now? Huh?”
“Don’t be fooled into thinking that you can win my favor with this! Schlus Heinkel!!!”
“Ugh. My ears.”
right.
This kid was originally full of energy.
It felt like my throat just got bigger.
Don’t eat dumplings.
“Shall we talk?”
“There is no conversation to talk about. Oh! But that list! What did you do with the list you obtained!”
There was no conversation to talk to, and it was very annoying to ask a question right away.
How many do you want to grab and start?
“I threw it in the sewer. Didn’t you hear that from the one who betrayed me?”
“Don’t lie!”
“I’m not lying.”
“Give me proof that I’m not lying!”
“············”.
okay. I thought the flow of the conversation would go like this.
Because he has an absolute distrust of me.
The road ahead was already bleak.
I mean, I had to bring this guy up as a colleague at the last minute.
“Did any of the agents of the Kingdom’s Intelligence Bureau get caught after that? If I had planned to keep the list, I would have handed it over to the Imperial Police earlier and received a medal. Isn’t it?”
“Hey, isn’t that… you’re leaving it there on purpose to intimidate us?!”
“hahahaha································································································································· behaves like that. Do you have to listen to me even more then? The lives of dozens of your co-workers depend on me.”
“············”.
Only then did the Hurt Locker’s mouth shut.
Did you mean to do this from the beginning?
“Are you ready to join the conversation now?”
“······okay.”
“Okay. Do you know that there was a civil war in the southern colonies? Don’t let the kingdom support the rebels.”
“What? That’s not under the jurisdiction of the intelligence service! We can’t help it either!”
“It’s your job to do it somehow. Otherwise, both Eric and Emilia will die. Just like Iskandal.”
“······································································!
The Hurt Locker’s eyes widened.
At the same time, he could see the veins appearing on his face.
“You bastard! You saw the list too! I knew Emilia was our agent! But why are you keeping Emilia close! What the hell are you going to do with Emilia!”
“I’m planning to use it as a leash to hold your hair. If you don’t want to see Emilia lying on the street with her limbs pulled out, you’d better obey me. Don’t tell anyone about today’s business. Of course, the spy who runs a cafe and bar. You shouldn’t even report to Bureau Chief Eric Faust, you know?”
“······································································!
Hurt Locker’s pupils lost their way and shook wildly.
It should have been like this from the beginning.
Why didn’t he think of taking Emilia hostage earlier?
After going through a number of times of death, did your personality become impatient?
It seemed that I was no longer choosing any means and methods.