Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 155

Every road has an end.

Even the meta-conveyor belt, which constantly revolves around the military, comes a moment when it must be lowered. A wandering aimless has no destination. Maybe the road is walking in order to meet a certain moment when I can't go any further.

This is the Amittengrad stop. The most populous city in the military, and blasphemy towards the capital of the old kingdom.

When I looked up, the city I saw seemed to have stopped the moment a huge bomb exploded. Gray and black concrete is growing disorderly and large. Just to fill in the empty space everywhere. Concrete is sticking to and fro and gradually gaining weight.

In the meantime, things that cannot keep up with the military will sink and be pushed away. Buildings, people, equipment, garbage, etc. are piled up on the outskirts and piled up to look like the remains of explosives.

Actually, the wreckage is right. It's the parts that were broken and fell apart in the explosion of the military.

Ahh. military state. this f*cking country

The magician is back.

I was in the middle of being immersed in emotions once again.

After completing the formalities, the captain followed me. We got off at the stop, and drivers from the lined up wagons glanced at us. Some aggressive drivers even went straight to us.

“Captain, please come. It's quite a distance from here to Amittengrad, don't you need a carriage?”

Before the captain could say anything, I raised my finger and said.

“Four people. Can you ride?”

“Of course! Shall I prepare you?”

“hurry.”

The driver exulted and guided him to his own car. Other drivers waited for other passengers with regretful expressions, or some left to load their luggage instead of people.

The captain looked at the mother and son who got off with us and asked.

“Four people? Are you going to burn them too?”

“yes. This must be a relationship, shall we go together?”

I handed the hat to such an offer. The mother was a little wary, but after seeing the child exhausted from the long journey, she gratefully accepted my proposal.

I got into the wagon pulled by the excited driver. From the car window, I could see a large crane and the towed laborers moving in a hurry. Some of them were captured by the military and are working, while others are working to earn a day's work. Because the stopover is always short of workers.

As soon as he got into the soft and quiet carriage, he fell asleep like a son. Her mother placed her son's head on her thigh and ruffled her hair. A benevolent smile appeared on her lips, as if she had postponed all her worries and worries for a moment.

The child fell asleep, so me and the captain were left sitting side by side.

The car shakes gently. The car moves along the well-paved road. As the view of the city, which had only been seen from afar, gradually became visible at a glance, the captain glanced at me with a squint.

So when the car reached its destination.

“ah! Please get me off here!”

I raised my hand and called the driver. The carriage stopped, and the driver, who had been dropped off too soon, only stuck his head out of the driver's seat with a slightly sullen face.

“Are you okay? This is District 15, a long way from the center.”

“Does not matter. I have business to do here.”

“Then the fare is… .”

“Ah, everyone other than me will keep going. Captain Bee, please!”

The original fare is paid by the person who disembarks last. So, you need to have a good sense of noticing and then getting off early.

It was time to leave the responsibility of payment to the person behind him and return.

“Wait!”

As I was about to wave my goodbyes, the captain suddenly grabbed my sleeve. I pretended not to know.

“what. What's going on, Captain Bee?”

The captain paused for a moment and said.

“… that. You are still charged.”

“But I can’t attack the military police with my own feet, can I? Were you expecting that?”

“🏆”

“We decided to go all the way to Amittengrad together, didn’t we? Neither you nor the military may admit it, but I have faithfully completed my labor duties. If you want to keep me in custody, bring me a warrant.”

“That, but!”

“Why, or any other reason?”

'The main building has to deal with you. Or, it has to be dealt with. No one who knows the identity of the main building should be allowed to roam. However… .'

“… It is confidential.”

“uh? what. Do you want to be with me?”

“… ! denial! Why is the main building? Again, in the main building, if possible, I would like to erase all the memories of meeting you!”

“Then it would be better to break up here, wouldn’t it?”

“Ugh… !”

'But I don't want to die. I don't want to kill. I just want to live a normal life pretending not to know. Rather, like in that prison… . If only we had a relationship where we met occasionally with golems. It would have been nice.'

“… It's confidential!”

What should I do with this faithful model student?

hmmm. Can not help it.

There is a saying like this from time immemorial.

Silent black. It is said that playing with bad friends costs bad water. So, you need to make good friends.

So blame yourself for having a bad friend like me, Captain. i'll let you down

In order for both of them to live, they have no choice but to become bad enough to be able to lie casually.

“there's nothing we can do. I'm a light-ass guy, so I can't stand still even when I'm tempted like this.”

“When did the main building seduce you!”

“If the attitude of not wanting to break up is temptation, what is it? Is there a probation for a week anyway? In the meantime, enjoy a short vacation. Come on.”

I grabbed the captain's arm and led him towards the exit. All that is left is the child and the mother.

No matter how thrifty I am, I can't do it to people who don't have money. That's a scam.

He pulled out an alchemy coin from his pocket and handed it to the driver.

“mister! I’ll pay you in advance, so let them go wherever they want!”

“Gosh. Okay. Leave it to me.”

The driver who received the extra money was exultant. As I led the captain out of the wagon, her son and the rest of the mother inside bent down to say thank you.

“thank you. What should I do with this grace? .”

“Hey, what are you thankful for? it's okay.”

I waved my hand to my mother, who was happy with her luck, and smiled softly.

“Think of it as the balance you are supposed to receive. You didn’t get all the money from them, so your plan went awry.”

My mother couldn't keep up with me for a moment and asked stupidly.

“… yes?”

“Ahh. look at me You were blocking the way! We'll get off! Goodbye!”

I closed the car door. Her mother, realizing that the secret she had to carry to the tomb had been revealed, immediately tried to follow me down, but the world's heaviest pressing stone was asleep on her thigh. It is probably heavier than Jizan for her.

Mother, unable to do this or that, threw her face out the window and cried.

“for a moment… ! Please, sorry! Forgive me… !”

but anyway. The car moved mercilessly. Her mother's earnest cry fades away.

The captain, who did not understand the situation, was engulfed in doubt.

“question. What does the balance mean?”

“It’s nothing. He was actually a collaborator of the Resistance.”

I calmly told the truth. Then the captain looked at the wagon moving away in amazement.

“question. How can you prove that to be true?”

can't 'Cause I just read my mind

But you can put it together roughly. As if I had become a great detective of the century, I walked slowly and explained.

“The containers loaded on the meta-conveyor belt come in three sizes, but they all have the same design. That way you can lift it with a crane.”

“Positive. It is information that even the main building is familiar with.”

“But how did the Resistance notice the furry cargo and jump off the cliff hanging from the ropes? What if it goes wrong?”

Problem when climbing on a belt hanging from a rope from a cliff. If you ride it wrong, it's a bummer.

However, since it was not possible to perform a new concept running exercise that runs against the meta-conveyor belt, the Resistance needed to accurately identify the target cargo.

So, here's the question. How did they differentiate between targets? Did you even use a communicator? Or did it come faster than the meta conveyor belt?

No way.

The captain recognized what I meant and opened his mouth.

“… collaborator. Did that hat signal them by the cargo side?”

“Actually, only on the mother’s side. Perhaps the signal was a lamp.”

If you run the lamp in some way, it emits a red light that can be seen from afar. Perhaps the Resistance taught his mother how to do it. Use that light as a signal to attack.

The captain, having learned the truth, said in dismay.

“But, they said they lost the lamp… .”

“It’s not that I lost it, I just put a lamp on the target cargo. Originally, I was going to protect him, but it seems that the child was struggling so much that he took refuge in the windshield.”

You can borrow the lamp's warmth, but you can't get a windshield.

Even if it rots, it is called a signalman, and the link of information continued one after another in the captain's head. The captain, who was quietly organizing information, suddenly found an empty hole and asked.

“… It's nonsense. Then why did the Resistance attack our side?”

ahaha that's it

In fact, I read that mind and drove my lamp to run. And I put it a little off the windshield.

To make it visible to the Resistance who is waiting somewhere.

I never thought I would come down from the mountain!

But it was cumbersome to explain, so I said with a good-natured smile.

“It’s a secret.”

“Say it!”

“Nope. I mean, I don’t want to paint my face with gold.”

Ah, mother. It's nice to think of my son.

There's no way a lamp you just put on can stand still in the wind and vibration.

If it had passed like this, I would most likely have received retaliation from the Resistance. It's all about eating and drinking, but it's highly likely that her mother informed the military.

In hindsight, I was helping my mother.

Ten resistances were eventually killed, but that's what happened. Well, please understand. That's really your bad luck. Would it have been successful if there was no cleavage?

The captain, realizing that he had been sitting with a resistance co-worker a while ago, clenched his fists and glared at me.

“You just said it was the balance. If so, did you mean that you financed a collaborator of the Resistance?”

“Then what will you do? Even now, if you follow me in a wagon, you can catch one of the Resistance's collaborators. Are you going to do that?”

“That is the law and the rules. Rules must be followed. If you break the law, you will be punished, and if you break the rules, you will be punished.”

The captain spoke as hard as the military-international-style writing on the manual.

“So are you. Funding for collaborators. You will be punished as soon as that unwritten intention is acknowledged!”

“Then what about the child?”

For a moment, the captain paused. In her mind, the face of a sleeping child without knowing the world came to mind. A moment of pain and guilt crossed her face.

That's why I needed a windowless room. If you see me face to face… Because the signal soldiers that are close to pure white may be contaminated.

But the captain was accustomed to putting up with the pain. The captain who endured even the pain he felt in his own heart spoke coldly.

“no problem. The military is running an orphanage for unaccompanied children.”

It's a vocational education and an orphanage where you start working from the age of six. know well.

And Captain Abbie knows it. So he can't say any more and keeps his mouth shut.

Returning to my hometown, I walked along the familiar road. The contemplative captain followed me without a word.