Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 178

“… deceive me?!”

“ha ha ha. You opened your eyes and cut your nose.”

“die!”

“Oh! careful! Knives are dangerous!”

“If I had known that knives were scary… ! Shouldn't have done that! profit! let it go… !”

“ah. It was Miss Sepier's hand to be careful. If you swing it like this, you cut your own finger. It is an important hand that should lead the Cheonui Mubong in the future.”

“I do not need… ! something like this… ! I'd rather have no fingers… !”

“Is that the only thing you had in mind to protect the Thousand-Yu-Mu-Bong? Her grandma is still alive, and seeing her granddaughter's finger cut off would break her bankruptcy and break her heart.”

“… .”

“… you, never I'm not going to die well.”

“It was what I expected. But how you live is more important than how you die, isn't it? Even if the world is destroyed tomorrow, I will drink a cup of tea right now… . what. It tastes weird. Have you ever poisoned this tea?”

“… Laxatives.”

“after… after. I ate it knowingly.”

“Do not lie! Shit, I should have put poison in it… !”

“I tell this story after I go to the bathroom. Oh, I'm sorry, but please don't attack when you have diarrhea. There is no way I can resist without being buried… 🥺, come out.”

“Don’t say dirty things, and human garbage like you will be sucked into the drain!”

“… Why do I have to learn how to shoot?”

“You have to take this opportunity to learn. How could a person like me learn to shoot while using bullets to the full in times like this?”

“Are you trying to learn?”

“oh! Caught!”

“You want to enjoy luxury with your grandmother’s money… !”

“Uh-huh. for a moment. Don't get excited. All you need to shoot a gun is a cold head and a slow heart. Cool your head, aim over there, pull the trigger and shoot. No, not this way!”

“Die, scum! … uh? Flower?”

“Voila. In fact, it is a fake bullet that has been processed to make flowers protrude. Haha, I'm surprised… . ah! ah! If it's fake, it hurts! I told you not to hit me even with flowers!”

“hey. what's this?”

“Today is an alchemy class.”

“alchemy? class? you? To me?”

“Ah, you’re going to teach me alchemy, the successor of Cheonuimubong? like you?… Did you think?”

“That’s correct. Then I thought, 'Get out of hell, idiot'. You didn't know that?”

“Fufu. So, would you like to try it? Whether I can teach alchemy or not.”

“how?”

“Let’s see what the problem is. I'll put it all together.”

“Just wait.”

“… ruler.”

“Hey. When I asked him to give me a problem, he brought me a test paper. I haven't done anything like this since the last evaluation of the secondary military school.”

“It’s all my own problems. It was based on what she learned from her grandmother.”

“It’s difficult. hmmm. This, this, that and that.”

“Heh, Grandma was no different from sewing and alchemy. She possessed the formidable ability to create clothes by exquisitely sequencing the formation of each alchemist. It's thanks to her skill that her grandmother developed with all her might, the amazing idea of ​​her clothing packet is possible! Will you be able to understand even the fragments of that technology? .”

“It’s all over.”

“lie! how?!”

“Because I don’t know anything. If she knows anything, I know everything.”

“huh. Obviously, I got the wrong answer… . Uh, right… . how?”

“It’s because I know.”

“word… design… okay Then I… . why me… .”

“Oh right. Miss Sepi.”

“… why.”

“Coming to think of it, I am a teacher and the young lady is a student, so my name is a bit rude. Now that the ranking is complete, let’s sort out the titles a little bit, shall we?”

“… with what.”

“Call me teacher. I'll call her Sephi. Okay, Sepy?”

“uh… . uh, stand, bird… .”

“Uh-huh! The momentum is weak. Yes, teacher! It should be!”

“I do not need!”

“Seppy. A guest is supposed to come today, right?”

“… Are you a guest of the teacher?”

“We are all guests.”

“who. Are you an ally or an enemy?”

“I’ll explain later, so can you take off your clothes?”

“How far?”

“… how far This puzzles me a bit too. Of course, you're talking about a coat, aren't you?”

“Ah, that, yes… . By the way, in this weather?”

“It’s this weather, so please.”

“okay… Ouch, Etch. cold.”

“Be patient. I'm sorry.”

The teacher opened the door and went out. In the cold room that had not yet turned on the light, Sepiere was shivering in the cold alone. Only one of the two went out, but it seemed that winter had come once more in the cold winter room.

Sepier trembled in a room that was a little too large for one person.

“… Rather, why am I following the teacher? .”

The teacher was surprisingly aware of many things. Sé Pierre felt like she was learning by being with him, which hurt her self-esteem.

Even when Sepierre, who had a gag, studied a much more difficult subject, he answered without hesitation. The only thing the teacher didn't know was a problem that was so difficult that even Sefi couldn't find the relevant content.

After quite some time, Sepier recognized Hughes as a teacher and began to study seriously. She was honest about what she would prepare this time, half anticipation and half worry.

How I shivered in the cold Then a voice came from the other side of the door.

“You bastard! No matter how you tempt me, I will never cooperate with Bakia who makes rags!”

“Oh, Mr. Smen. You just have to look.”

Bump. The door opened, and an old man with a scruffy beard stepped in. He grumbled as he looked around the room with a displeased face.

“huh. Even if it's a workroom, there's nothing wrong with it! This is a factory, where's the clothes! What's in front of me is the artistry… .”

The old man was wearing old clothes, but he was neatly dressed. The old man frowned, and found Sepier shivering, crouching in a corner. The old man snorted.

“under! Those who make clothes don't even care about the cloth they give the kid! Are you a user here? Does the owner not give you clothes?”

“This is Miss Sepier Bacchia.”

“… what? Cheonuimubong's granddaughter?”

Smen changed his complexion.

“Why is Cheonuimubong’s granddaughter not wearing a coat in this kind of weather… ? Are there clothes lying around?”

“I am being punished. The lady’s godfather, Alexei, is a strict person, so if there is a disruption in the production of Aki Avatar, he often punishes the girl severely.”

“I heard that Cheonuimubong was lying down… . Even though.”

“Oh, of course, I’m not savagely hitting. It's just a way of taking one thing you need in life and giving it back. It pisses me off. of, eclipse, week… I guess it was the turn of clothes today.”

'The teacher told me to take it off… .'

Smen did not hear the truth that Sepier was muttering in his heart. Smen exclaimed in anger that his beard trembled.

“How… Even so, isn't he the only heir to that Thousand Obligations? How can you… !”

“What afresh. Mr. Smen used to make clothes that were thin and airy like that, right? In colder weather than this.”

Smen, who was stabbed in the corner of his heart, exclaimed as if making an excuse.

“It was a ball!”

“If I call it a prom, will it be okay for similar abuse?”

At Smen whose wrinkled eyes were trembling, the teacher smiled again with an ominous smile.

A little more familiar now, so the more creepy laughter. While three Pierre shut her mouth and turned her head, the teacher whispered in the old man's ear.

“Did Smen say it? The clothes packet made by cheonuimubong, which cut out only the functional aspects of clothes and attached them, is an apostle who doesn’t know anything about aesthetics.”

“that.”

“But, in pursuit of aesthetics, who made girls of that age dance in thin clothes? Girls trembling in your own clothes and dancing to their feet to increase their self-worth. What is the difference between them and the girl who is now being abused under her uncle?”

“Abuse, not… As far as I am concerned, by request.”

“Did you ask for a dress that didn’t cover half of your body? Doesn't it protect anything from the cold air of the winter wind and the colder eyes of the world? ha. Now let's talk about clothing packets. All the functions of the clothes you dug out went into the clothes packets.”

“That’s how the culture of the kingdom is.”

bang. The teacher slammed it hard on his desk. Smen, who must have been three times older than him, shut his mouth tightly and couldn't move.

“Funny! Those of you who search for fashion without forgetting the meaning of clothes cannot say that they make clothes. What you were building was vanity and luxury! It is the blood and sweat of the people, and it was made by stealing the precious warmth that will survive the day! Clothes that kill people!”

'ah. Another one passed.'

Even the tailor of the old kingdom, who was engulfed in regret and remorse, had to agree with the teacher's words.

I don't know if I should call it a cowardice rumor or a sweet potato, but in any case, Smen completely broke his heart and bowed his head.

“… What can I do to help?”

“First, teach Ms. Sepiere all the secrets of Mr. Smen. Then you will gain something.”

In the end, Sepierre's studies increased, but now Sepierre did not rebel unnecessarily. He believed that all this would help, and he studied steadily.

Days of continuous learning continued. Build one, climb on top of it, and build the other. So, step by step, step by step, I gradually climbed onto the shoulders of giants.

Sepier dressed neatly and waited for the teacher. The teacher, who had just arrived in front of her, who was sitting quietly with her hands clasped together while pouring tea in advance, came into her room, wiping her coat.

Sepier spoke softly to him.

“teacher. They say Alexei is expanding his business.”

The teacher said, returning the coat to the packet.

“Oh, did you hear that? yes that's right.”

“I heard that Smen is helping Alexei.”

“yes. He is someone who has worked with leather accessories before. He has technicians with skills and experience, so Mr. Alexei seems to like him a lot.”

With the carefree teacher in front of him, Sepier clenched his teeth.

How could you betray me with such a carefree face?

Sepier said, full of anger, disappointment and sadness.

“… Leather cannot alchemy. Because animal skins are dirty and complicated in structure. The only way to make a better product is to use the skins of animals that are inherently powerful.”

“yes. That's right. It is said that it is mainly used as an accessory or some high-quality leather.”

“So… If Alexei touches the leather, I can't do anything. It's out of my realm.”

“I think so.”

bang. Sepier hit the desk hard. The alchemist, the fabric, the scissors, and the Aki avatar diagram soared into the air and then sank.

Sepier's voice was also quieter than ever. The purple eyes had a texture similar to that of dew.

“The teacher… Aren't you on my side?”

“If you look closely, you can say that it is the closest to the Sepi side.”

“But why, did you help Alexei?”

“Aren’t you even Alexei’s enemy?”

“When Alexei fills my pockets… . I can't use my hands anymore. I'm just a machine that makes Aki's avatars.”

“Well, it could be.”

It's such an important thing. Sepier lost his pulse at the insignificant reply.

In fact, I was looking forward to it. It was a camouflage that was on Alexei's side, and he expected that he might be trying to betray him at the decisive moment by distracting him.

But it wasn't. He helped Alexei both physically and mentally. Heartily.

The moment Alexei kicks his pocket, Sepierre's influence rapidly diminishes. Now, three Pierre cannot stop unless he is prepared to destroy the Thousand Duty Rod itself… .

No, I couldn't stop already. The Thousand Duty Rod is Sepierre's everything and dream. Because it was something I had to keep.

“Go away, sir.”

Sepier said with a feeling of splitting his body. The teacher, who had been quietly sipping tea for a moment, nodded his head as he picked up the coat he had taken off.

“If that’s a girl’s wish.”

There was no poison in the tea. Although she was long into her tears mixed in.

Sepier cried for the first time that day.

A few weeks later, someone from the military came to see Sepier. The man in the uniform with his collar pulled up to the corner of his mouth handed the letter without a word.

Ministry of Public Safety.

A secret department that makes even a crying child stop. A special operations department that oversees secret operations inside and outside the military, which are all top secret from existence to investigation.

A company, an individual, or even an officer loyal to the military. The heartless gardeners in the concrete country who brutally cut out and cut them off when necessary.

In the letter of the head of the military, Oh Jangseong Yeong-gwe, who had been cultivating this country since the early days of the military, there were a lot of things that were hard to believe.

“… uh?”

[Dear 3rd generation Cheonuimubong.

My country expresses deep regret for the sad story of the two extant Cheonuimubongs. I want you to know that all the military people are feeling the great grace from the hard work and devotion of Cheonuimubong.

However, although Cheonuimubong bears the name of the company, its predecessor was a seamstress who reached the highest level. The great will that came down from the first Cheonuimubong has been passed down through the generations, but recently some incompetent people are trying to tarnish his high will and name… .]

It was a well-written letter that was hard to see in the military, but on the contrary, it was terrifying, as if a monster was covered in human skin.

Sepier finished reading the letter with trembling hands.

After that, all sorts of inappropriate rhetoric were written, but the main point was in the last line.

[…] So. In our home country, we plan to carry out a sweeping operation against such people.]

Cheonuimubong was on the verge of extinction.

“I taught you for a year, Sefi. Now you have to choose.”

The teacher, who probably had planned all this, forced Sepi to make a choice.

“Seppy. You wanted to get the perfect cloth duty stick. At Cheonuimubong, I wanted to cleanly cut only Alexei and his entourage who dared not know the subject and rebelled against the second and third generations of Cheonuimubong.”

What was placed in front of Sefi was Cheonuimubong's wealth and life list. Sepi grabbed the pen with trembling hands.

This is a list of those who will die. Sepi now becomes the great king of Cheonuimubong and decides their lives or death.

“But, would that be okay? Isn't Alexei, who has devoted his life to the company so far, a thousand and one duty? Relatives who supported a coup d'état and managed to support a company that almost ran out of money, don't you have the right to enter the beautiful Thousand Duty Peaks you draw?”

If Alexei had no ability and resourcefulness, could he have become the president even temporarily?

He undertook all kinds of miscellaneous work under the second generation Cheonuimubong for a long time. He must have spent most of his youthful days dedicating himself to Cheonuimubong.

“In a position where he could be replaced at any time if he couldn’t make an avatar for Aki, Alexei was just trying to keep his place. I would say that he is the struggle of those who were not chosen by Cheonuimubong.”

When the second generation Cheonuimubong collapses, Alexei takes on the role of the president instead of the young successor. No one questioned the treatment.

Because Alexei, who had gone through everything before birth, was much more reliable than just a 17-year-old child.

“However, while struggling, I even kicked an orphanage child. It's called vocational training, and they bring you to work. No matter how much the military is not interested in the laborers, it does not neglect the children who have to go to school. From the military's point of view, children are a lottery ticket that has not been scratched yet. If a man who can scrape everything and throw it away is doing that… . uhh.”

But Alexei has crossed the line, and the military does not tolerate dishonest wealth. I don't know if 'infidelity' is more of a problem or 'buying wealth' is more of a problem, but anyway, there was no reason to leave Alexei behind.

“Alexei's wish ended here. I can't help it. I did my best to help, but he has proven himself to be incompetent.”

Sepierre trembled for some reason in a sad lament, as if seeing a disciple passing away.

“Even if the military can easily defeat the Thousand-Mu-Bong, Aki Avatar cannot be lost. The overly cautious approach to the arrogant and arrogant Alexei and Cheon Yimu-bong is to tame the young lady who is currently the only Aki avatar maker.”

Aki Avatar is a human pattern.

Arms, legs, chest, hands, stomach, knees, feet, neck.

A conceptual figure of the human body that collects each component and makes it look like a 'human'. Only with this, it is possible to create a clothing packet that automatically adjusts the size in conjunction with the biometric terminal.

If Aki didn't have an avatar, a clothing packet would be just like a folded piece of clothing.

The military is also moving to cut off all the side branches and leave only Sepier.

“Anyway, it's a little late, but now it's my turn to listen to your wishes.”

Now, the teacher looked entirely at Sephi. If it were true, Sepi felt the anxiety as if she was standing in front of a beast.

“Seppy. Sepi's wish is to make the cloth rods you desire. But if you don't break it, you can't fix it. If you don't destroy it, you can't build it up again. The Cheonui Mubong, which Sefi cherishes, is not simple.”

Surely it will. The more I learned, the more I learned, and the more my horizons broadened, the more I learned. She knew what she was trying to get and what she had to deal with, and she understood to some extent Alexei's position and her feelings.

But I never imagined it would end like this. In fact, no one would have expected it.

Except for the teacher who is in front of you.

The teacher smiled brightly.

“But Sepi seemed hesitant, so I broke the Cheonuimu Bong instead.”

Alexei, who wanted to create his own company, forcedly expanded the leather business. In the process, he also attracted tailors from the kingdom, and called orphanage children to work for the labor force.

The people's feelings became ferocious, and the military drew its sword. The slight respite that exists now is only thanks to the 3rd generation Cheonui Mubong.

If Sepier nodded, the military would rip all the Thousand Duty Rods apart except for her.

“Now choose what Sepi wants. I put things in my shopping cart that will survive with Sepi and make up the next thousand milestones.”

Even though he drove the military's best holding company to ruin at once, he still has a pure, clear, eye-catching smile.

The teacher started the last practice.

“It’s time to make the cloth duty stick you want.”