A.B. has been wearing uniforms for a long time.
I returned the casual clothes I liked to the packet, and put the uniforms I had washed and stored in the biometric terminal. A feeling of pressure that was hard to imitate with normal clothes, so a slightly unfamiliar sensation wrapped around her whole body.
Still, it's something I've been wearing every day for years. Abby quickly got used to it.
I've been told to nurse Anna, but the military captain is not a nurse.
Abbie is a communicator. Aside from delivering information to various parts of the military with unique magic, gathering information is also the job of a signalman.
There is nothing she can do with Anna, but there are things she can do as a signal operator, Captain Ab.
“Tracking out disturbing entities.”
The captain pressed his hard hair down deeply and left the room.
“Anna said she went to the market in District 13. It is most likely going to the Citizens’ Market in District 13.”
A citizen market in District 13 that sells packets, groceries, and various props needed for low-level citizens.
It is allowed to sell up to level 2 luxury goods, so ordinary people who have money often visit once.
To that extent, there are pickpockets and robbers who are trying to get people's money, but this is a military state. When caught, the risk is enormous, so it is impossible to even try with any determination, and if it is not so precise, it is likely to be trampled on by the tail and dragged to the labor camp.
“Since the misconduct has been discovered by the main building, the main building has an obligation to gather information about this case.”
It cannot be left to the police or the military police. Even if a level 0 citizen commits a crime, they do not investigate. I just record it with the intention of overwriting criminals who will be caught later.
So, Abbie decided to move as a captain. He gathered undeniable evidence and decided to hand it over to the military police.
He can't reveal his identity as a signalman, but he's a captain. She deserved her.
“A life to die anyway… .”
As I spoke those words, my body stiffened for a moment. A.B firmly took her heart and stepped forward.
Maybe it was because I had a lot of fun things before I died.
Is it because you experience more new things?
Abby was no longer afraid of death. If she could die with these memories, she thought it would be okay.
“Before we go, I will gather information for Anna.”
With a firm resolve, Abbey walked the streets of the military.
In the middle of the night, the road is sparsely populated by workers returning from night shift work. Upon arriving at Area 13, Aby stood with his back against the wall of a large building.
He put his palms on the wall and spread his magic power in all directions. A soft magical light ran through her hand.
Partial blooming of indigenous magic, morning glory vine.
An intangible energy wraps around the walls and floor, rooting your fingers. The morning glory vine, which was looking for a place to wrap and climb, instinctively sensed the direction of the magical energy and jumped on it.
The vine that climbed up using the magic transmission metal as a support eventually reached its end. The magical energy that was searching for an empty place seeped into the gap. and.
Kick, Kick.
The 'window', which exists somewhere in the military, prepared only for signalmen, raised its head with a harsh iron sound.
It is not a remote access using a bio-terminal, but a short-distance type that spreads and synchronizes a unique magic at a close range.
AB's unique magic is morning glory. Synchronization magic specialized for short-range erosion.
The fact that she was assigned close to 50 synchro-type magic golems called 'windows' by the military was due to her unique magic characteristics.
All the windows assigned to her were broken. I haven't had a chance to open it up until now… .
“This is part of information gathering. Signal Soldiers have the authority to deal with the magic golems that are located throughout the military.”
Synchronization magic leaves no trace. Therefore, this is not an act of revealing one's identity.
In the first place, Abs dealt with golems only for information gathering. There is no way for the golem to go out on its own, nor to be seen by people.
So this is not a rule violation. Abby, who had persuaded herself like that, raised her head.
And all the golems wrapped around the vines opened their eyes at once.
“I use the authority of the main building.”
Since it's extremely principled, it's a gap that we've slipped into as a principle.
An invisible vine wrapped around a small golem contained at the top of the clock tower, a golem standing on the roof of a building looking down, and a headless golem hidden under a searchlight.
The golems placed here and there all opened their eyes at once and responded to the correspondence of the signalmen. A-B, who gained control of the golem, demonstrated his magical powers.
Windows parallel connection. Calidoscope.
And the dozens of views illuminating different places split into pieces like a broken window and came into A.B's view.
Despite the dark night, the overwhelming amount of information digging into my brain makes my head dizzy. Abby staggered and leaned more against the wall.
However, Abbie was a specialist in handling information and was one of the few operators with parallel access. The united roots greedily sucked up information from all kinds of vines. Dozens of lights shone through her blue eyes.
“Start exploring.”
The pupil moves quickly. Compare and analyze the sights that are projected throughout the field of view. The flow of people, the heterogeneous speed, the bizarre noise, the sight that shouldn't be there.
She is the eyes, ears and mouth of the military.
The signalman is the head of the military. A nerve through which fragmented information flows.
Therefore, access to information about their identity is permitted only at the level of a general, and even if it is a general, it cannot be used privately.
“Seek, explore, explore.”
There's no way to find them if they're inside an enclosed building, but Abby expects them to move around in the middle of the night. If you stole something, you want to dispose of it before the next day.
“Explore, Explore, Explore, Explore, Explore, Explore… .”
AB, who was looking around the streets of District 13 from her seat, found a man with a suspicious behavior. A man with blood dripping from his shoulder was running limp, clutching his stomach.
It seems closer to the victim than the perpetrator, but anyway, the scene is clearly suspicious of a crime.
“Navigate, exit.”
Abby cut off the connection with the other golems, and headed towards the place where the behemoth was found.
If you think of an escape route, the beggar passes the next block. After finishing the calculations, Abbie headed to the next block one step ahead.
And just then, he ran into a behemoth who was running in fear. The bearded man widened his eyes when he saw A.B's attire.
“officer?!”
If he had been a guilty robber, he would see Abbey and run away or be afraid. If you are a victim of being chased by a robber, you will seek help.
It didn't matter if it wasn't the robber Abby was looking for. There aren't many big people who commit crimes in the military, so if you follow them, you might one day find the robber who attacked Anna.
It was time for AB to come up with countermeasures for both situations.
“My, I was wrong! Catch me! I am number one!”
But the beggar's attitude was unlike anything else.
The behemoth, who called himself number one, took a deep breath and knelt in front of Ab.
“I robbed you! Like No. 1, No. 2, No. 3! No. 2 is Milsen, No. 3 is Galen! Please, get me!”
It wasn't within the predicted range, but that doesn't mean it's a signalman. Abby nodded stiffly.
“… I hope you can explain at a glance what is going on.”
“I don’t have time for that!”
The behemoth appeared to have gone insane. Or something urgent. or both. With Abby's common sense, it could not be explained otherwise.
Because he was confessing to the crime with his stomach clenched and his face engulfed in pain and fear.
“No. 2, no, that Milsen bastard informed the organization. There's gold in my ship… ! Everyone's running to cut my stomach… !”
“It is difficult to understand the full story of the case, but it is expected that you feel threatened. Are you asking for personal protection now?”
“right! right! City, protect yourself!”
The behemoth nodded frantically. Anyway, Aby asked with the intention of getting information.
“Accept. But before that, we ask you for information. To understand the full story, you need to know what things you stole from whom, and what actions you were subjected to by whom.”
“I don’t know who it is. She was some aunt trying to sell poison, no, spice in the market… . She takes it and loves it, and he, he… . put it in my mouth.”
Under the circumstances, it was obvious that he had attacked Anna. He didn't expect to find the culprit so easily.
However, finding the culprit and arresting him were another matter. Because the face of the behemoth was full of fear and pain even more than that.
“he… He was wearing a strange hat. A glass bottle with poison. to me.”
No. 1, who was muttering, suddenly grabbed his face.
Abee revised the rating. The expression he had shown before was not even a piece of fear compared to his now distorted face.
“Ahhh. magician. right. magician… ! He's clear! Why, why didn't I remember… !”
The behemoth, who had frantically turned alone, now wept and grabbed the captain's trousers. The other hand was still holding the boat, and she believed that if she did, her stomach would split in no time.
“please. I don't want to die this way. To die from being ripped apart by comrades you trusted, what is this… ! me, i for this I didn't mean to do this, heh. Ahh.”
No. 1, who was begging, suddenly opened his eyes wide. In the night air so cold that his body shudders, cold sweat splattered down his face.
As if something was grabbing his head and legs and twisting his stomach, he made a squeezing sound in his lungs with his twisted tongue.
“Ahh. I will not.”
Then at some point.
“aah! aa
Number 1 just fell to the ground. As if he had absorbed all the pain in the world alone, he swung his legs and slammed the ground hard. His fists clenched and his whole body bruised, but he didn't stop.
At one point, he rolled his eyes and collapsed. Something like soap bubbles came out of his mouth. with his life.
In the meantime, there was nothing Aby could do.
Abbey was a signal operator, not a surgeon.
“… confirmation of death. It is a murder case.”
Even the military does not neglect murder cases. Murder is a felony that removes valuable manpower to continue the labor, so the murderer pays a price for the labor.
As a result, criminals have no choice but to buy themselves. If you make a mistake, you will be caught by the military border network.
I would… .
“… Why are you chasing him in a crowd this night?”
The captain looked at the crowd approaching and said. Beyond the dim street shadows, a skinny man with cool eyes appeared with his long sword over his shoulder.