35 – This time, it’s not too late for that special ops agent dispatched to the academy, Dee (D).
A while back, he was forced out of Rikata for investigating the terrorists caught by Karl.
“Can we really entrust this matter to student Karl Adelheit?”
“He’s just a civilian. It might not be advisable to involve him any further.”
A figure adorned with even a medal of honor. Perhaps doubting his capabilities?
On the contrary, I said it didn’t seem right to sacrifice him, especially considering he had received such a medal.
Doesn’t he prefer being called a ‘student’ rather than a ‘lieutenant’ himself?
But the higher-ups said that Hysens’s extermination unit leader had already nominated Karl and asked to seek his cooperation.
Furthermore, in the context of war, there seemed to be no one more trustworthy than him, so they conveyed.
Even the imperial decree had come down to seek help from Karl, as there was already a Karl in the academy.
It was strange. No matter how decorated he was, was this level acceptable?
The reason for the decoration was not a massive rescue of allies, was it? It was due to courageous actions, wasn’t it?
Agent Dee, feeling something odd, investigated within the limits of his access.
Karl Adelheit. Who was he, and how did he spend his time?
Why did everyone trust this person named Karl so much?
The conclusion was that it was reasonable.
“It’s unbelievable. Surviving until the unit receives a complete annihilation judgment several times?”
Karl was an original member of his unit. And he had been on the front lines for three years.
From reconnaissance for the Luzens to confronting all kinds of enemies, from the lowest soldiers to the elite.
And even in the extreme situation of facing all sorts of enemies from private soldiers to division commanders, he survived until the end.
Even when original members died or were injured, creating vacancies and new recruits rushed in.
Even while replacement troops were quickly filling in during the rush.
Karl Adelheit firmly held his ground. He continued the fight.
Was he an outstanding commander? No. Did he have extraordinary skills as a staff officer? No.
Was he a brave assault leader or a firefighter in charge of urgent places? That wasn’t appropriate either.
Because he had never held any specific position or been assigned a special mission.
Karl was simply a survivor. A non-commissioned officer who had experienced dozens of major and minor battles.
Therefore, he knew about Luzens more than anyone else. About what he called ‘Camp.’
More than the high-ranking staff officers of the fortress and any agent of the special forces.
And the ‘knowing well’ wasn’t limited to just conceptual aspects.
How to make it more painful. How to move freely as desired.
And in what manner could one fight to instill extreme fear and despair in them?
“Kkuhaak!”
“Snap! Kkeok!”
Do not interfere at all, just confirm whether there are those who are running away.
Or else, make sure if there are any other reserves aside from these.
That was all the request Agent Dee received from the knife.
Thanks to that, he could observe from a distance how the knife dealt with the kampfs.
He understood why he had said weapons were sufficient while looking at fish-shaped buns and hotteoks.
‘If it’s that effective and certain in combat.’
Of course, even in the Special Forces, there are agents with such skills if you look.
Because they’ve undergone training. They need to maximize lethality with minimal force.
But the knife is not part of the Special Forces. He was just a common soldier.
After basic training, he was immediately deployed to the battlefield and had to fight.
He learned and awakened there. All methods of combat and all skilled movements.
‘At that level, he’s probably much stronger than me in close combat.’
He relentlessly targets only vital points. If he finds a weakness, he’ll tear it apart even if he has to bite and pull it out.
Once he seizes on a weakness, he never lets go. He bites and clings until the end, gradually dealing a fatal blow.
Despite calling it a festival day, he really doesn’t like to see blood.
He aims for the respiratory system, momentarily seizing control of the opponent’s body and urinating.
He is already in a state of extreme excitement and tension due to the battle.
Fierce blood circulation makes his heart beat violently, and his breathing becomes rapid.
With just one breath control, perfect suppression is possible.
Next is the merciless and thorough joint destruction that seems downright brutal.
All the kampfs caught in the grip of the knife have their arms and legs completely shattered.
No one is unharmed. Everyone will have to roll through life.
‘Extremely simplified movements. Pursuit of simplicity while possessing powerful offense. Can an ordinary soldier really show that?’
Suddenly, he recalls a woman he saw in the lounge not long ago.
Rikata Adelheit. In fact, Agent Dee himself knew nothing about her.
Just an ordinary noble lady. He thought of her as someone who, as a peculiar trait, cherished her younger brother very much.
But soon, he could find out about her true identity in a meeting with high-ranking officials from the Special Forces.
“You just came close to death. Don’t ever speak to that woman like that again.”
“I can’t disclose the details; it’s classified. However… yes. Let’s just say it’s one of the sharpest daggers in the royal possession. It should be sufficient for someone like you.”
Listening up to that point, I could immediately deduce their identity.
Special Operations Execution Unit. The royal empire’s top military organization. Specialists in every field.
Moreover, saying ‘the sharpest’ meant they were the best among them.
I couldn’t find out more due to information restrictions, but that was enough.
Of course, Ricata probably didn’t teach him my brother’s sword.
But her talent could easily manifest in him too.
In that case, the massacre of those Rosen’s guys was an obvious outcome.
“Squeak!—”
“Aargh!”
If it were dozens at once, it might be different, but it was less than ten.
In such a situation, victory for them was never a possibility from the start.
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Even someone like Cal, who was as skilled as a sword, would be overwhelmed in a numerical disadvantage.
No matter how strong the elven affection for their kin was, this surpassed that level.
Instinct takes over. The desire to live, the urge to escape; a thirst for survival bubbles up.
“Plan B! Plan B!”
The three elves, who still had intact limbs, scattered in different directions.
Watching this, the special forces agents formed pairs and subdued them one by one.
Right then, something unexpected happened that no one could have foreseen.
Boom!—
“Thunk!”
“Cough! Cough!”
A light explosive sound was heard, and the agents jumped, coughing violently.
Their expressions clearly showed intense agony. Even though they were trained individuals, they couldn’t endure this strange smoke as human beings.
“What the—?!”
Even the elite agents were unintentionally startled by the smoke and stepped back.
It was an item that instantly paralyzed both sight and smell. This was unheard of.
Damn gnomes. What the hell have they created!
“Damn it! We lost them!”
“Hey, what’s the backup doing? Catch them!”
The two who were trying to escape managed to evade capture. However, one got away.
Although backup was hastily deployed, the agility of the elves surpassed that of humans from the start.
In the midst of this, one elf who had escaped entered a booth straight ahead.
Fate’s joke, or was it originally predetermined? It had to be the place where the four and Selena were.
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“Ugh….”
Selena sat down wearily in the chair with a tired expression. More people gathered than she had anticipated.
She had been worried that there were too many prepared ingredients, but it turned out they were insufficient.
The four, who were busy taking pictures and pressing things standing over there, were saying things like, ‘Hey, isn’t this not enough?’ ‘Wasn’t there anything left over?’ ‘What do we say if it’s not enough?’ ‘I don’t know. Knife. Help….’ and so on.
“Is this how it’s supposed to be with knives…?”
While Selena was contemplating, she found herself grinning at the unexpectedly better popularity.
Suddenly, from behind, screams and cries were heard, and a strange man burst into the tent like lightning.
Bang! Crash!—
“Ack?!”
Startled, Selena tried to step back, but from behind, a clear voice yelled, ‘Catch them!’
Looking like that, the man’s ears were strange. One side was normal, but the other was elongated. When he heard the words to catch him, he hesitated for a moment and then quickly tried to escape.
Unconsciously, Selena grabbed the legs of the mysterious man.
“Let go of this! Let go!”
Being chased, the man desperately pulled out a dagger from his chest and swung it towards Selena.
“Ah!”
Clothes tore, and flesh was cut, blood flowing. In the chaos, Selena lost her grip on him.
Just as the interference was likely removed, at the moment the man tried to flee to the opposite side where the voice commanding him to catch was heard,
The front of the booth collapsed, revealing the appearance of a lifeguard chasing him.
“….”
Through the eyes of the knife, past the dagger the elf was holding, it went towards Selena, who was bleeding.
At that moment, reason was extinguished, and the instinct that had kept him alive until now took control of his body.
Thunk—
The elf’s face was crushed as is. As he fell backward, the knife went up.
Thunk!—Thunk!—
Without rest, he swung his fist. Blood sprayed in all directions, teeth and flesh scattered.
The laughter of the mocking guy subsided, and even as his body slackened, he didn’t stop.
Someone I’ve known so far fell victim to the elf’s sword. Bleeding. Suffering.
I have to kill. I have to, to save. I can’t let him live. Otherwise, someone else will die.
“…Knife…!”
I can’t be the only one to survive. It can’t be just me. I don’t want that.
Damn it, who do I have to grab and cry with in a dream again?
I’m sorry for not finding salvation. How long do I have to shout emptily alone?
“Knife!!”
Amidst someone’s cries mixed with screams, the fist of the knife freezes in the air, stopping abruptly.
An elf lying beneath me, turned into a lifeless sword. Special forces agents trying to restrain him.
Sounds of roaring from all around. Four figures blocking the way in front of the booth.
And even Selena, sitting next to me, holding my blood-stained hand.
“Knife! Stop now…”
“Are you okay?”
It’s unmistakable that the one bearing the most terrifying burden is Knife himself.
Yet, in Knife’s questioning eyes, there was a faint fear.
“Are you okay? You’re… alive?”
“I’m fine! I’m fine, so stop. Stop!”
Only then did Knife slowly lower his fist.
Fortunately. This time, it wasn’t too late.
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