Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 186

As the captain said, the situation is not over yet.

“This unrest is being dealt with appropriately due to resistance from various places… . The shadows are not the success of this uprising, but their purpose in creating this uprising.”

I know.

After all, the purpose of the shadows is to clean the back alleys. The personnel were split and sent to spread the fire and smoke more widely.

Although they were individually defeated by reading ahead, their purpose itself has already been achieved.

“Already, their military taboos must have been scattered everywhere. If the military authorities get a clue about the taboo, even if there is not a lot of commotion, they will not ignore this case. It was late. I should have stopped it before it happened… .”

The bad thing about war and strife is that it is done by two people, but the other can cause it unilaterally.

No matter how you respond, the fact that a fight happened itself cannot be denied. If the military gets information about Hameln in the process, it will try to erase everything related to it.

“The shadow… . Success. The main building did not stop them. If the main building had moved a little earlier… .”

The captain felt a sense of despair and discouragement. Maybe it contains a bit of resentment towards me for doing things my way.

But you can't blame me. From the captain's point of view, the one who resented the most was the captain himself.

'It took too much time. The main building did not even use my life in time… .'

Shadow operation. After making a commotion to get the military's attention, let's spray the taboo and have the military clean it up.

The captain went against him and risked his life to stop them. He tried to summon the gendarmerie by stopping by a nearby government office, sending a warning to the communications headquarters, and having to kill himself as bait.

If a signal soldier has a mysterious accident, the communication headquarters unconditionally dispatches an investigation team.

It might have been a good plan. If the operation was successful, even if the shadows could not be wiped out, the military would at least contain them.

But my plan was a little different.

“it's okay! For times like this, we have a communicator!”

The captain rolled his eyes, not knowing English. To her, I said with an infinitely bright smile.

Pretending to be pure and innocent.

“The captain told me to keep it a secret, so I stayed still, but the truth is, the captain is a signalman! Able to convey opinions directly to those with high military status!”

“… No, the main building.”

When the negative answer came, I opened my eyes like a child who had been taken away from a gift and asked.

“yes? Can't you even contact the upper level? Are you a communicator? Are you that signalman who keeps in touch with all directions as a golem?”

Words that pretended to be infinitely innocent, as if they didn't know what was going on behind the scenes. The captain was bewildered, but spoke only the truth again and again.

“If I'm just stating a simple fact, it's positive. The main building may contact the superior. one.”

“Okay then!”

I smiled broadly.

They say you can't spit on a smiling face. The captain was speechless at my innocent smile.

“Captain Aby, who has been with me for a few days in the back alley, doesn’t know what happened, who and what he’s aiming for, and who the shadow knows who knows the taboo! If Captain Abbie puts in a little more effort, there's no chance of getting hit by mistake thanks to the 'misunderstanding' that doesn't need an army!”

At my words full of anticipation, the captain was perplexed and restless.

that's natural This is because the captain, whose identity is discovered by me, cannot return as a signal operator. She had no intention of returning to her headquarters alive, and she could not.

“Wait. that.”

But it's confidential, and I pretended not to know it.

“yes? Doesn't that mean you can't? The lives of the people in the back alley depend on this?”

I asked again with a look that I didn't understand at all.

“The life of 300,000, the back alley 300,000 depends on it. Today, there are 300,000 people involved in this case, big or small! If the family collapses, most of the prisoners will shrink, and if the market is robbed, the back alley economy will be paralyzed. Not to mention the shelter. Someone's family, friends, or lover can disappear overnight. If the captain doesn't help!”

In an instant, a shadow fell on the captain's face. What immediately came to mind in the captain's mind was an ugly door that was firmly closed in an alley.

There are not only comedies in the world. For the captain, who loved people's lives, the lonely death flowing from the closed door was hard to turn away from.

No matter how much I knocked and shouted, the door wouldn't open.

A cold death barely remembered by two friends and a captain who happened to witness it, even in this rough and difficult back alley.

After leaving the windowless room, the captain learned joy and sorrow. He hoped for pleasure and avoided sorrow.

So he tried to come forward for the people in the back alleys.

“The military could easily abandon them. But, Captain Abbie. The captain I've been with isn't that hard-hearted, right? He enjoyed Anna's rice, liked the citizens he shared with him, and enjoyed the labor and the rewards. Are you a kind person who affirms the difficult but rewarding life itself?”

Because he is kind, he has no choice but to suffer.

Excessive empathy suppressed under the shackles of principles and principles.

The virtues of saints and saints that are given to others by cutting themselves off.

The reason why the military had no choice but to lock the signalmen in a windowless room was now revealed by the captain.

“Even if the military abandoned them, the captain wouldn't abandon them, would he? Anna too, Semendo, or manager Krin or the paparazzi Nehru. Or the veterans at the shelter and the orphans they care for. Will you do your best for everyone?”

“… Bonn, the coffin.”

“yes? Aren't you going to help?”

If you work hard, maybe you can save it. A signalman has the power to control information. The ranks of the signalists are not high, but they can certainly move the military.

However, if there is one problem.

“… Do it, stand. no.”

The signalman must be objective.

If subjectivity is mixed with information, if intention is ingrained in it. The poison will linger throughout the military and corrode the country. It flows through the nerves and will cause dysfunction in the body made of iron blood.

A signalman, he is also a taboo of the military. One of the greatest secrets the military tried to hide.

“The main building, it shouldn’t be.”

So the signalman had to confine himself in loneliness, even with such a character. The ability to empathize had to be expressed only in limited places through unique magic.

“why? Why the hell can't you?”

“… It is confidential.”

'The main building should never reveal its identity… Because he's a communicator. Because he has to die because he has to reveal his identity to survive. Because that's the principle.'

Okay, the time has come.

It's time to break the principles created by the military.

“Captain Abbie. Do I look stupid?”

'part… Positive.'

this is a bit I don't want to attack the messenger for the message, but I don't want to hear from you.

“Captain Abbie, when we first met in the metal box, did you bite the self-determination dog?”

“… .”

“After that, I will get married, so I ask him to receive death compensation, and he walks the streets alone without any power. Abnormal behaviors are inevitable when they come together one by one. Do I look stupid? Or are you pampering yourself knowingly?”

There is no answer. Because both were partly positive. I'm really just a regular idiot… Or, it was expected.

If I'm nimble and smart enough to use a correspondent to steal confidential information, I've been threatening the military from the moment my identity is discovered.

“Well, let's say you're the best suicidal aspirant in the world. But is your lust for self-destruction more precious than the lives of people in the back alleys? If only one of you died and you became happy, can you afford to ignore so many unhappiness?”

“Why is the main building so happy!”

The captain, furious at my baseless accusations, answered.

“Even the main building doesn’t want to die! Who in the world wants to die! If the main building can continue to live… !”

“Then can we live? If you live as a signalman and help the people in the back alleys here a little.”

“However! It is a principle to be followed no matter what, so the main building is to do it!”

“If you do, what about the rest? The market, the family, the shelter. People associated with the various groups. Are you going to just give up? Are they also part of the military?”

The captain now realized the nature of the dilemma he was facing.

To keep the principle, you must die yourself. As I was dying, I tried to uncover the conspiracy surrounding this back alley. with his own life.

But now the situation.

“If you don’t break the rules, everyone you know will be in trouble.”

for yourself.

for others.

For more.

The signalman followed the ideal. For the sake of principle, he easily gave up his life. In the meantime, I even decided to write it for others when I could write it.

The mind was confirmed.

“Communicator. you can live No, I have to live. Otherwise, everyone you meet today will be in danger.”

Okay, okay, that's it. Now then.

Can a captain who can give up his principles for the sake of principles, can he give up his principles for the sake of others?

“How are you, Captain Abbie? Can you do it? Can you leave all of these people and go alone?”

I asked, and the captain did not answer. No, he didn't answer.

The most useful tool the military has created is the answer to this. However, the tool was imperfect in its birth, causing errors over and over again.

The emotion that came out at the end was a feeling of anxiety.

“… There is no guarantee, right?”

“What guarantee?”

Okay, now the mask is peeling off a bit.

There is no guarantee that the military will not be caught.

Perhaps there is a more terrifying death that reaches the end of torture and interrogation than a clean death.

As he was about to prepare a rebuttal, the captain lowered his head and spoke anxiously.

“The guarantee that the non-observance of duty would be better . . . . Whether my actions are worth breaking the rules… There is no such guarantee.”

Tears were dripping from the captain's eyes. On the other hand, the expression on his face is drier than anything I've ever seen. It was like watching a golem cry.

It was the moment when the most powerful machine that the military had created, regained the human heart.

“The main building was taught the iron rule of a signalman, and he did it. A signalman has a certain amount of responsibility, a signalman has a certain amount of responsibility… . So, if the deviation of the main building is made into a greater tragedy. If you break the rules and end up with even more dire consequences… ? What should I do?”

Anxiety about whether what you are doing is right rather than what you will become. Maybe she was ruining everything because of her own greed, she was afraid.

It was similar to the heart of a believer who seeks God by longing for faith.

Perhaps, for the signalman, that little box was a temple and the military was faith.

So am I the devil who wants to free the signal operator?

Laughing anew, I declared to the captain.