Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 158

Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 158

It took less than a few minutes for the food to come out.

“ruler! Enjoy your meal!”

' and what Anna put in a bowl was a chunky stir-fried food that was no different from anyone else's.

Its appearance is unlike any other food in the world. A little glistening with oil only silently informs you that it is fried.

The captain stared at the bowl without saying a word.

It was a familiar reaction, so Anna laughed out loud and spoke to her.

“Isn’t that what it looks like? But this is a restaurant like this. The only thing that fills my stomach is canned beans, and eating that terrible food sometimes makes me want to cut off my tongue. That's when people come here. Take canned beans and one more ingredient to eat.”

Anna even scooped out the soup and set it down in front of us. Also, the unknown soup had all kinds of complex aromas. The ingredients entered will be at least double digits.

It's probably Anna's skill that makes this esoteric scent whet the appetite.

“Then I collect them and roughly fry or boil them to make new food. Would you say it's some kind of pumat? People help each other out, so it's a new flavor that's different from canned beans. Even if it's stir-fried japtang, the taste is still good, so don't worry… .”

“Churp. Whoa!”

But the captain is one of the people who ate the most canned beans in the world. It wasn't that I couldn't eat because of the appearance of the food. The captain's nerves were already focused on the bowl in front of him. Saliva dripped from his slightly opened mouth.

“Weren’t you eating? But why are you just watching… . ah.”

Only then did Anna realize that the Captain's hands had no dishes. She rummaged through her cupboard for her leftover dishes.

“Originally, the rule is that you bring your own tableware. A bowl can be prepared roughly by tapping cans, but it is difficult to make a spoon or fork that way.”

“Rules, you say?”

The captain, who responded to the word “rules,” refused.

“If that is the rule, the main building will go out and prepare it.”

“However, we sometimes reserve one or two for those who come to us unaware of this rule. Come on, take it.”

“Rules are rules, aren’t they?”

“It’s my rule of thumb to provide tableware to first-time visitors. My arm hurts, so get it soon. I think my arm is going to fall off from cooking a little while ago.”

The captain was startled and quickly accepted. Anna smiled kindly, and she looked warmly at the helpless captain.

“You’re a good kid.”

Hearing the praise suddenly, the captain clenched the spoon and fell into thought.

'It's not like that. The main building is deferring its mission. Not only are they hesitant to make decisions, they are breaking the rules little by little. There… If the main building is faithful to its mission. The main building… .'

Even such complex thoughts quickly disappeared from the primal human appetite. The captain let out in a word the only traces of his thoughts.

“… denial.”

It was very difficult for the spoon to go to stir-fried japtang. After hesitating a few times, the captain finally couldn't stand it and scooped out the stir-fried japtang and put it in his mouth.

Immediately after the dish touched his tongue, the captain's expression instantly stretched out as if he had been pulled.

'… Very tasty! This is a taste not found in 99 recipes of military special recipes!'

It is said that the shoes also become delicious when roasted. How good would it be to have roasted canned soybeans that were edible from the start?

In addition, Anna was a person who was exposed to all kinds of cuisine at one time, even though she looked like this. Fine tuning her taste is easy for her.

No, it would be impossible without her.

by the way.

“Anna. What about my spoon?”

“It’s not your first time coming here, so what are you looking for? If not, eat it with your hands.”

“Sheesh. Everyone is only harsh on me.”

I have no choice but to use my spoon. I was too lazy to wash it, so I tried not to take it out. I took my own spoon out of the bag and started to eat the stir-fried japtang.

Alone holding the spoon, Anna looked at me with cold eyes.

“At the same time, he was taking care of his own. What did that child eat until now?”

“Slightly crumpled the canned lid.”

“Leave that kid eat like that, are you alone? He's such a mean kid.”

“a. You don’t have to praise me.”

“It’s great for just one nucksal… .”

Anna sighed and calmly watched the captain eating the food in a hurry. As if he was starving, the captain's vessel had already run out.

Anna took off the stir-fried japtang on the iron plate in order to give her another bowl.

“You’re a kid who looks sad about something. Still, I'm glad that you believe and follow me. You seem to have been treated very well.”

“Collock! Cologne!”

Oh wait. it's gone

While I snorted, Anna looked at me with even colder eyes.

“Surely, you didn’t make fun of a child like that, did you? I believe you have enough discernment.”

“Adventure. Sure. It helped me to stay healthy.”

It's not a lie. Even if it's an unwritten intention, the captain was able to stretch thanks to me, so maybe it's because of me that I've been able to stay healthy?

“Are you really helping me? Didn't you play with it?”

“Ahaha.”

But this is a signalman, no, the military is bad. When you say Captain, you think he's living a luxurious life drinking ice-cold beer, who thinks he's locked up in a closet and just communicating?

Anna's gaze grew more suspicious. If I eat it like this, it looks like it will be on top, so I took it out of her bag to divert Anna's attention.

“Oh, Anna. this. I should have given it first, but I forgot.”

“What?”

“Well, when you come here, the rule is to bring one ingredient for stir-fried japtang or stew.”

“Again… .”

So, what I secretly brought out was one of the regressor's spices that I stole. Anna frowned, examining the spices, but she was startled, and she quickly hid it in her arms.

Anna, noticing the value of the spice, lowered her voice and asked.

“… The roots are gold dust. How do you do this?”

“It was given to me by a nobleman from far away.”

“What the hell have you been doing while I haven’t seen you for a while… .”

Anna thought for a moment, then shook her head.

“no. It's too expensive. Especially for people here.”

“Who wants to eat gold dust? Sell ​​it, pay a moderate commission, and give me the rest.”

At one time, Anna was a maid recognized by the kingdom. She said that the knight aristocrats, for whom she was a force and power, always gathered reliable vassals.

Anna is a person who is in charge of cooking and cooking under a powerful knight aristocrat. She puts everything down now and feeds everyone, but she is one of the few who knows the value of this spice.

Now that the military is holding the country tight and setting high prices on luxury goods, Anna will be able to sell it at a regular price where it can be bought.

Anna said after a lot of thought.

“I’ll take only 10%. Are you okay?”

“10%? what the. Hands are small too. Will you be able to feed your children like this?”

“… You have a natural talent for making people angry. Yes, I will take less, so you take it. I think it’s the price of taking care of that child.”

Just then, another order came in from behind. Anna turned her body towards it, and held out a bowl full of stir-fried junk food in front of the captain.

“Still, you used to pick up pitiful children one by one from somewhere. i believe in you So, take good care of that child.”

“don't worry. I'll make sure of the military back alley tour.”

After I filled my stomach. I walked down the street, greeting people who recognized me a few times.

As I have lived quite a bit in the back alleys, I have been friendly with everyone, and those who are close to me have treated me well.

The captain, who looked suspiciously at first, was puzzled as the number of people greeting him gradually increased.

'It's absurd. How can such a person be popular?'

Why don't you question your stereotypes before you question my personalities? Why are you so sure I won't be popular?

It's already 7 o'clock. It's a bit early, but we needed a break after a long journey. I led the captain to my nest.

Now, it's time for the confirmation that we've been procrastinating. What will my house look like while I'm away?

“I’m starting to get really nervous right now. Even a child who is just before opening a gift box will be less excited than me.”

“Didn't you say that I'm escorting you to your house? Why are you talking about palpitations?”

“Ahh. you don't know It’s a story you hear often in the back alleys.”

A familiar two-story house in District 15-5. An old-fashioned building that is not very tall, but no additional floors can be added due to design flaws. My home is in this building, which has greatly improved the quality of life thanks to this.

I continued my explanation as I went up the stairs.

“by mistake… Hmmm. It is said that people who were caught unfairly and returned from long-distance servitude gather their hands together and pray before even an apostate who does not believe in God enters their house. I hope no one robs my house while I am away.”

The third room in the hallway on the right on the second floor. My home, the place that has been empty for the past few months.

“In the paradise of these gangsters, an empty house is just a treasure chest that you drop by when you’re bored and take your money. So, what remains in the empty house is the conscience of this military government. An empty house is a box of conscience.”

The box of conscience in this military back alley… .

There was no need to check. Because the door was wide open.

“The conscience of the military has been stolen. After all, I've been away for a few months, and I can't seem to be okay.”

The military does not recover lost property.

Of course, this does not mean neglecting the security management. When a thief is caught as a current offender, it is usually because he or she spends his money on other things that have been stolen. Stealing is not something that can be done with the utmost determination. You risk your life for a penny stolen.

However, this does not apply to empty houses because they are being dragged to a labor camp.

Because there is no one to report.

“Hey, it’s like a new house. As for nothing.”

My house was messy and clean at the same time. Because everything else had disappeared, except for a few pieces of furniture that were too big to take away.

cubs. you pushed it clean

“It seems difficult to stay here today.”

As he was muttering while looking at the gruesome traces of the room, the captain tilted his head and asked.

“… ? Did you not hear well? What do you mean difficult?”

“yes?”

“I think I will be able to get along just fine with just one blanket. I will go out and buy one blanket.”

here? are you doing? It's not that different from homelessness, how?

'It's bigger than the windowless room in the main building. That would be unavoidable due to the professional nature of the main building, but still… There is a window. The main building is enough for that.'

Please, please stop filming a drama that is tragic when you go there occasionally. I'm so tired I can't say anything. If it wasn't for the title of captain of the military, he'd be just a neighbor in need.

I thought I was a con artist without blood or tears, and a magician with a cold heart who played tricks on people's minds. But it wasn't.

What's greater than a person who can read your heart is someone who moves your heart… .

I sighed and headed towards one wall of this messy room.

“You don’t have to buy it.”

I fiddled with the alarm clock on the wall. Once to the left, six times to the right, twice to the left again. Then, there was a click, and the sound of something engaged, and the lock was released.

When I pushed the wall in that state, the fake wall I thought was concrete slowly overturned. The hidden empty space was revealed and our real house appeared.

“This is really our home.”

“?! Is one person assigned two residences? It is beyond illegal, and it is administratively impossible!”

“But there are rooms that are not registered as residences. The building had one more room that wasn't there because of a design flaw.”

Fortunately, this is the land of miscellaneous criminals. You can steal from the empty room where the owner has disappeared, but you don't dare to tear down the house. The military doesn't catch petty thefts, but it destroys buildings or objects because it catches them with a light on their eyes.

It's not a crime to remodel things at will, unless you get caught.

When I opened the door and entered, there was a room with an armchair and a lamp. It was filled with chilly air because no one had been there for a long time, but as soon as the lamp was turned on, a bright light and warm heat enveloped the room.

It was not spacious, but it was a room full of space for living alone. There are several books on the low bookshelf, and the lamp in the middle of the room is a luxury item that cannot be easily found, and the rugs and blankets were properly laid out to gently welcome the owner who came in after a long time.

Simply put, it was a luxurious room that was hard to see in the military.

'Better than a windowless room in the main building… ! Even if you say that it is unavoidable, it looks better than the dormitory of the headquarters where the main building used to live! The main building is a level 3 captain! This is unfair! It's a luxury!'

And the captain seemed to have the same idea.

“It’s a luxury! The main building is questioning your wealth!”

“I envy you?”

“Envy… ! I don't lose! Because the main building is a soldier of the military! but! You are only questioning the items that appear to have been fraudulently hoarded by you!”

“Evidence?”

“Ah, I haven’t found it yet… ! There must be something wrong!”

I thought this

But since ancient times, it is recognition and wealth that have seduced bureaucrats. I decided to roast and boil the captain first. In a literal sense.

“I’m sorry, but the smell is so strong that it’s difficult to meet face to face. Why don't you wash up first and come out?”

“smell? I can't feel it in the main building… .”

“I can’t feel it because I smell it. Hurry up and wash up.”

I put the towel and soap in the captain's arms and pushed them into the bathroom. The captain was skeptical and sniffed himself.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, the captain screamed.

“emergency! emergency!”

“What else?”

“The water is hot! A fire is expected!”

Do you know that this captain is hot water? I sighed and shouted inward.

“I don’t die. I think of it as asceticism, and after getting water in the bathtub, I soak and wash my body.”

“Hot water in the bathtub?! Are you planning to live in the main building?”

“I was planning to live a baked life, but now that I see it, it seems like a futile idea. I also wash with hot water, so I'm going to bleed.”

Perhaps he gained courage by saying that I did too, and I heard the sound of pouring water from the inside of the bathroom. and after that.

“Hah.”

For the first time in his life, the captain's exclamation came out as he wiped his body with hot water.

“It’s hot, it’s hot. By the way… .”

“Is it worth it?”

“… Awe… .”

A long, hoarse voice rang out.

This is not the life of an ordinary military citizen, but a captain who was less fortunate than any other military citizen might have such an opportunity.

The sound of water stopped. The captain immersed himself in a bathtub full of warm water.

'… The main building should be faithful to its duties, but now I don't know.'

What she experienced today was the daily life of the citizens of District 15, but it was too intense a stimulus for the captain.

The pouring attention and favors were so unfamiliar to the signalmen who spent a long time in captivity.

'He seemed popular. I'm sure many will mourn when he dies. On the other hand, he said that the main building… . Few signalmen in the same rider. If so, wouldn't it be better for the main building to disappear? Even if there is no main building, it will be enough if another signalman fills the seat… .'

Just wait a little longer, military. I don't know how they made the communicators like this.

I will clean it thoroughly and return it to you.

'… However, it is a strange feeling. It feels like you are getting fat, your body is loosening up… .'

Uh, wait. isn't it? Really not?

'… Like this, sleep… I don't want to break… .'

“Hey, Captain Beep?”

'zzz… .'

sleep! This crazy captain!

“beep! wake up!”

“… .”

“No, the first hot water bath in my life was so stimulating?! Get up quickly!”

“… .”

“Why hey hey hey hey!”

“… .”

“No, I woke up like this and why didn’t you wake up like this!”

Damn, that's a big deal. I can't hear any thoughts. I must have really slept Maybe he's not dead?

Can not help it. I jumped out of the bathroom door and went in. In the misty water vapor that filled the bathtub, the captain was asleep softly immersed in the bathtub. Bubbles bubbled from the side of his face.

“Oh, this image!”

I pulled the limp body out of the bathtub. He draped himself over his edge, bent his knees in front of him, and pulled his arm over his shoulder and lifted him up. I can feel the soft skin on my back. The scent of grass, moist and moist, wafts over from behind.

Oh shit. It's dangerous if you can't hear it. good thoughts good thoughts.

“… hey fisherman… bar… .”

Thank you. Thanks to you, all my thoughts are gone.

He quickly laid him down on the bed, fumbled around his wrist, and put the pajama packet he had prepared. Because he could not see the sunlight, the alchemy room took shape over the pale skin, and soon it was changed into a pajamas that wrapped around his body. The captain fell asleep without knowing the world with an innocent face with no sense of crisis.

Taking a deep breath, I raised the blanket to my chest.

“Oh my, it’s really hard work. It’s like raising one of her sisters.”

Whoa. Anyway, it was fun.

Now I'm going to go do my job.

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Comment

  1. asthal says:

    Lmao now I wonder what would happen if tyr caugh them

  2. MrPojsomnoj says:

    Abbie must protect!

  3. SF009 says:

    Hugh is tired of hearing her tragic life. Poor girl.

  4. Adorable says:

    He is adorable.

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