The back alleys of District 14 are always filled with smoky smoke.
The wind blows from the west and flows to the east. Even humans swimming in the air are not free from the flow. The stench, dust, or anything that is difficult to describe in words flows eastward and outward with the wind.
The large incinerator in Area 14 was the collection point for all of that waste.
When a large wagon comes in full of garbage, they run along the road and dump the garbage into a large pit. Then, the laborers who approached in a manner not much different from garbage burn what should be burned, put what should be buried in a container, and put it on a meta-conveyor belt.
Occasionally, when a mutilated corpse appears in the rubbish heap, the workers vomit and send it into the incinerator.
The reason is simple. Because the body is on fire.
About 45 minutes later, the smell of grilling meat mixed with a black stench.
A drop of transparent liquid that forms on the lips of the laborer who smells the smell, is it saliva or gastric juice?
The harsh exhalation of the heavy city, and the strong cigarette smoked by Amittengrad, exhausted from the wind.
In a building where you can see at a glance the once-splendid movies and the gleaming dreams of an incinerator that burns with fairness and cruelty.
The main shadow, Wolfen, muttered darkly as he sat on the chair.
“… Bonn has seen the real darkness.”
Wolfen Fenstein.
The evil of the past, hiding in the shadow of the military, was muttering in a more gloomy tone.
“Be humble. we are shadows Light is our enemy, and true darkness will devour even the shadows. We have to know the subject and take care of ourselves.”
At his words, the seventh half-shadow jumped up and shouted.
“Bon! How frightened you, who should lead us!”
Wolfen looked at the seventh with hazy eyes. The seventh half-shadow spoke with its ears and tail erect.
“During your absence, we have been through self-destruction. Because your heart did not stop, we lost our center of gravity and, unable to unite, hid in all directions and slowly withered to death! Now that you are back, you must reward our patience!”
“What do you want Bon to reward you with?”
“Gather the half-shadows. Make a plan, fulfill the old movie! Bonn, only you can do this, and only you can do this!”
A loud roar echoed through the empty conference room.
Is it a direct statement, an advice, or is it just a rant about the years that you have endured? The seventh who pointed out strongly at the main shadow took a deep breath.
Still, Wolfen didn't feel any anger or agitation, just staring at the seventh with gloomy, sunken eyes.
“Seventh. Have you seen Tantalus?”
“… didn't see But, at best, it is not a prison built by the military.”
“not. Tantalus is not just a prison.”
The seventh looked at Wolfen's emotionless eyes and trembled.
In the days of Shadow of the Kingdom, Wolfen was a demon without blood or tears.
Reigning as a tyrant in the back alleys, he used to annihilate his family without changing his expression. He once assassinated a raw meat creeping knight simply because he had broken a contract.
But no one stopped him.
Wolfen was a shadow. When night came and the kingdom fell into darkness, he was nowhere and at the same time everywhere. The Anti-Shadows did not dare doubt his power and obeyed him.
After being captured by the military and imprisoned in Tantalus, those fears were weathered by time… .
“that… It was truly a battleground for demons, where only beings that could not be embraced were collected without the abyss. Bon's blood was not his own, and the darkness was not on his side. No strength, no weapons, no life, no will. Even faith betrayed the pattern… It was a terrible place where common sense was violated and power was intertwined.”
He is now like a person who has attained enlightenment, and the seventh was afraid of the alienation.
It was a fear and awe of a being reborn as an unknown being, different from fear.
“Bourne was able to look back on herself there. How insignificant and insignificant this being is compared to a real monster. It’s like you got the subject right in front of real monsters.”
Clear and transparent eyes at first glance, as if all malignant and poisonous substances had been subdued during the 20 years of being trapped in Tantalus.
But it's just split up and down. Deeper in Wolfen's heart, a more viscous and dark malice swelled.
“The red-haired devil asked me to go with him. Giving you a chance to change the world. But Bourne… Rather than becoming a tiger's tail, he decided to become a cat's head. He turned down his offer and returned here… . Bonn will be content to rule this insignificant city.”
The seventh couldn't stand it any longer and hit the desk.
“Bon! watch your mouth You mean we are cats!”
“Less than that, seventh.”
The seventh was astonishing.
It was because the voice he had heard from the chair of the chief executive just before, suddenly came from his ear.
When the startled seventh raises her arm. A blade painted black ripped through the darkness.
hooked.
The blade protruding from the shadow dug into the seventh chest. It sounded dry and simple. The seventh opened his eyes.
“Seventh. It seems that many years have passed. Where does the body dry from hatred go, and there is only one fat animal left… . What do you think. Did your family welcome you?”
“Cuckoo… ! Uh, why?”
Wolfen answered towards the seventh.
“Bourne found out that you were part of the family. How were they worried? Did the bones become human, but were you afraid of attacking them? Were they really your family?”
The seventh eye widened. At the same time, his ears and tail stood taut, and a horror that transcended pain and fear was revealed throughout his body.
“Stand, please. See, you… . me… .”
“A follow up for a day is enough… .”
“no.”
“There is nothing wrong with it. There are no impossible things in the world, so the impossible is a line drawn by those with power at will. We, the shadows, have no reason to follow it.”
hooked.
The blade was dry when it went in, and it was wet when it was pulled out. Red color drenched the darkness. The seventh looked at the wound on his chest and staggered back.
The seventh, who must have lost strength, was about to stumble and collapse.
The moment he was about to fall, he suddenly rushed to Wolfen with a smirk. As if he didn't mind the blood flowing from her chest, as if fiercely.
“Kuh-huh-!”
Sharp claws ripped the Wolfen. Even that wasn't enough, the seventh, who let out a smirk, waved his arms over and over again as if he was about to shatter the Wolfen.
A chair caught on the track is smashed, and the desk splits and collapses. An overwhelming and powerful force overturned the conference room.
But.
“What is a beast? You are so stupid.”
The blade protruded from the seventh chest again.
Was it a fatal wound, or was it because the attack that had already exerted all its power went to nothing? The seventh half-shadow couldn't resist much, and only gushed blood through the hole in his chest.
A stealth technique that deceives even beasts who are rumored to be sensitive.
Wolfen drew his dagger. The seventh time, this time, he fell to his knees. Wolfen, melted in the shadows, appeared in front of the seventh again and murmured.
“It is evening, seventh. do not worry. The blade of the shadow will not harm your family… .”
Wolfen, who muttered, left the conference room without even looking at the seventh. Even as he walked on the hard concrete floor, his steps were as quiet as if a carpet had been spread under his feet.
“… This country, which has found taboos, will trample on them instead of seeing them.”
profit.
The door slammed shut as the life of the dead flowed out.
With the collapse of the kingdom and the arrival of the military, the prisoners had great expectations. The hope that all the bad habits of the old days will be gone and that the prisoners will be treated equally has pricked the ears of the prisoners.
However, it only disproved the fact that people's perceptions are more difficult to change than countries.
Even while the remnants of the kingdom were disappearing and the military was expanding its power, discrimination between men and women continued. People were still reluctant to be prisoners, and the crime rate of prisoners was higher than that of non-inmates.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Did they lose trust by committing a crime, or did they have no other alternative than crime because they were cornered for no reason?
Whatever the reason, the prisoners banded together to face persecution.
That was the background to the creation of the beastly organization called the Family.
“… The brother who sent the infiltration was found dead.”
Black hair, ears and tail that are no different. Dark circles were deeply set in one eye. Her other eye was wearing an eye patch, which harmonized with the black cat's characteristic face, emphasizing her decadent side.
A representative who inherited the characteristics of the most beast among a family of only beasts, acting as both an action leader and a face madam.
The editor-in-chief of 'Black Cat', one of the few private magazines in the military, and a paparazzi who only digs into gossip. Also a loyal informant to the military.
Nehru sat across from me in a one-piece dress and sucked the fruit juice.
“He was a brother with a bit of effort. hmmm. I'm so sorry. What do you think, babe?”
So, the power they had hidden was discovered and they died, um.
My thoughts are set.
“Wow. It's scary. I have to run away. Goodbye then.”
“Baby, where are you going?”
As soon as I showed an attitude to stand up, Nehru immediately raised her claws and grabbed the hem of my clothes. There was a hole in my sleeve above the table, and sharp claws pulled the sleeve of my pants under the table.
Is this coverage or is it a threat?
“self. If I heard the information, should I pay a price for it?”
“I never asked you to tell me.”
I read all of your thoughts the moment you sat in front of me.
They said that they belonged to the shadow of the former kingdom, but after the kingdom was destroyed, four comrades who joined the family were killed by a bad guy.
Reading his thoughts, he said that he was a strong man who even achieved that comrade, Geon-gon. Does he die without much resistance?
How strong is this guy named Wolfen, the Tantalus Jail Breaker? What kind of monster lived in Tantalus?
tt I don't want to fight. I mean, I'm weak in one-on-one fights.
For reference, one-to-many fights are outsiders, and many-to-one fights are unacceptable for pride.
So there's nothing I can do.
I was scared and tried to run away, but Nehru forcibly grabbed me and wouldn't let me go.
Nehru replied with a smile.
“I know. However, magicians don't exchange information unless they do this, right?”
“Is this an exchange? You force them to feed them and make them vomit.”
“We call it an exchange.”
These guys must have an influence on the poor perception of the beasts. especially me. Even today, hatred of water-in-a-kind fills in.
Anyway, I was in a position to use my family, so I couldn't just reject it. I sighed and sat back down.
“To be honest, I don’t know anything. It has only been three days since I returned to Amittengrad.”
I am on the 3rd day in Amittengrad. He had a level of knowledge that was not much different from that of a newborn baby born three days ago… .
He said it in this way, but Nehru showed interest with one of his eyes twinkling on the contrary.
“Ah, that’s one of our family’s common questions. Honey, how did you get dragged into the military police? Did monkeys ever fall from trees?”
“You barely know. You motherf*cker Anton betrayed you. I couldn’t even use my hands and I was caught.”
“I don’t mean that. It must not have been easy, but couldn’t it have been possible to get out of the middle if it was your own ability?”
funny sound.
Two military police stood by my side, and I usually wore a straitjacket. When I took off my straitjacket, it was usually a courtroom full of soldiers.
Even if I have mind-reading skills, even if I have some dexterity, the specs themselves are ordinary people. He can't take off his straitjacket alone, and he doesn't have the strength to knock down all those soldiers. It was natural for me to be caught.
But to tell the truth, I look shallow, and to look low is my act of sacrificing my life.
I bluffed to the brim.
“If you escape from prison, you are immediately wanted as a felon. If he became a felon, life would be hard for him, so I thought he was just bad luck and tried to work.”
“Hey. Even if magicians are different, are they different?”
'Fufu. Also, a giant is a giant. They talk as if escaping would be easy if they wanted to.'
If I make up my mind, I eat it over and over again. would that be it?
Even the escape magic is not done with both hands tied and blindfolded. Magicians are people too. It's not that I'm incompetent, it's that the military did too much.
Is it because I was too pretentious? Nehru, full of wind, lifted me up.
“I know that? There was an escape from Tantalus just when he was arrested. When I first heard the news, I thought the military had finally gone crazy and threw him into Tantalus. No one could come to mind but him who would instigate the prisoners of Tantalus to escape.”
“Don’t say nonsense. The timing is not right.”
“Fufu. right. He was arrested after the escape of Tantalus. Unfortunately, the opportunity for him to show the escape from Tantalus is gone.”
“I don’t even want it.”
This was sincere.
I tried to escape once, because I almost died. Do you know the battle where the earth is turned upside down, the sky is torn apart and the corpse mountain is collapsing? If you do it twice, you won't have a life left.
'Hmm. Also, doesn't your father get along well?'
Not flattering, but the wisdom of the experienced.
Don't enter Tantalus in the first place, please.
“therefore. Is that all you have to ask?”
“No. It was just an appetizer. The real question is… this.”
widely.
Nehru placed a short note on the table. Short words were written like embroidery on the tip of a small handkerchief.
– The taboo of the military. trying to sting. Investigation needed.
“This is the last message he left. After I lost contact with this, I checked and found him dead in a building in Area 14.”
“May the souls of the deceased refrain.”
“Thank you, but will you give me condolences? I’ll make you pay with special information.”
Sheesh, it won't go away.
“What information?”
Nehru asked with a seductive smile.
“The taboo of the military.”
“The military taboo?”
“What do you think. Do you know anything, darling?”
“Well… .”
I dragged the horse.
don't you know? No, you know too much.
There are so many taboos in this damn country, and just last night a walking taboo slept in our house. It was such a secret taboo that he was obliged to commit suicide the moment he found out his identity.
Even the abyss was part of the taboo. I think it was supposed to be used like a war trigger. So I was serious about information control.
It's hard to know too much Even if it's a taboo, you need to know what you're talking about to answer it.
Informational dilemma.
“ha. Don't you even know?”
“It’s hard to choose one.”
“I wish I could tell you everything.”
“Then it doesn’t make sense.”
“It’s soo good. Are we like that?”
“Oh right. Weren't we close to each other? Come to think of it, I didn't even need to pay the condolences. hi.”
Swipe, tuck.
This time, Nehru read the hands and feet that he was going to stretch out in advance and threw them away. She turned her arm over, pushed the back of her hand, and gently stepped on the rising top of her foot in half a beat.
In that state, I quickly got up from my seat and tried to return as it is without any regrets. It's because I read the whole thing through mind-reading and there was nothing more to see.
You said you've run out of sweets now.
“Dear, you say you’re living with an officer these days?”
before the word is heard.
Slowly turning his head, Nehru was smiling as if he had caught a weakness.