Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 195

It's easy to mess up, but hard to organize… is, surprisingly, only an illusion.

It takes a long time and steady effort to clutter up something, but tidying up is instantaneous. It's just because it's annoying, and it's clear which has the advantage in that even a room that's been cluttered for a long time can be cleaned in just half a day of cleaning.

The military was an efficient idler. Procrastinate cleaning the room until you can, cleaning all the trash inside at once.

It took a long time to prepare and the determination to die to cause such a commotion, but half a day was enough for the military to sort it out.

The military police unit led by Historia quickly and simply cleared the back alleys as if they were cleaning up messy things. Garbage that continued to riot without knowing when to end was disposed of or arrested, and those involved were also taken to the military police and subjected to severe investigation.

Those involved were terrified and questioned.

The military's way of dealing with garbage is firewood. The human waste collected in this way is filled and used as a resource to run the military nation.

And when you organize your room, things that can be used usually are thrown away as well.

An innocent person was not relieved. They entered the military police, prepared to face all kinds of hardships.

And I was puzzled as I walked out with all my limbs intact. Unexpected luck gradually turned embarrassment into joy.

Something to know about the truth. they are safe

He was relieved to know that the things that were not thrown away like that remained, and he enjoyed his daily life.

“… Did you even calculate this? Dense bastard.”

Historia muttered as she pulled out a magic weed cigarette from her cigarette pack.

The piped man. Even in the case of Hameln, the taboo of the military, the most veiled being. Since he revealed his identity, it was only behind the scenes to reveal the truth of the commotion that took place in the back alley of the military.

Rather, while investigating the case, information about the piper can be exposed in reverse. Asking ordinary citizens for information about Huey, Hughes, or the magician is itself exposing clues.

Therefore, the military government stopped the investigation in the line of punishing the outward criminals. Instead, he did his best to track down the piped man.

“no. That bastard must have been entangled in the truth from the beginning. As long as you catch him, you can hear the bells and whistles.”

Historia, who was muttering with her long legs on the desk, put a cigarette into her mouth. He chewed on the tip of her as is her habit, while at the same time bringing the ball of her pistol to the tip of the cigarette. She and she pulled the ball high.

ahhh

The ball collided and created a large spark. Taking a deep breath in her as she made the cigarette, Historia closed her eyes for a moment, she said.

“Carrier.”

“This is the Signal Sergeant, Captain Ab. Did you call?”

The golem next to Historia responded. Historia exhaled the air she had sucked in without even looking at her. pooh. A long sigh went up, wrapped around it with color.

Historia, who took time to enjoy a cigarette amidst her busy schedule, asked blankly.

“Why did you stop guiding?”

“question. What issue are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Why did you stop guiding me right after I was engulfed in darkness?”

Abi, who had guessed that she was being questioned, answered with her arms raised behind her back.

“I will rectify any disobedience to orders. However, when the signal corps including the main building decides. Pursuing more than that was unreasonable.”

bang. Historia suddenly struck the desk. Her fist marks appeared on her steel top.

Historia was still expressionless, but there was a muffled sound from her mouth, probably because she was smoking a cigarette.

“Why do you decide that?”

Despite Historia's gloomy look, the Golem was calm.

『The opponent includes two strong men of the 6th rank, except for the two kings of the beasts. On the other hand, the commander is unarmed. If we fight against it like this, there will be great losses.”

“I said I was fine.”

“To the commander-in-chief, it is one of the military’s most powerful forces. We cannot send such power without any support.”

“Very simply, the signalman is the boss.”

“I will correct it.”

Golem nodded his head. Historia, no longer blaming her, kicked her tongue and leaned her body against the back of her chair.

The reason why I don't blame the Signal Soldier any more is that it was impossible to pursue him on my own, even in Historia's opinion.

“Ts. How did that bastard get into Tantalus? He probably wouldn't have been involved in the Pied Piper case.”

“I was arrested on charges of illegal gambling.”

“It’s illegal gambling, but you’re trapped in Tantalus?”

“denial. It is a labor type.”

“It’s the same thing.”

“At that time, Tantalus was just after a large-scale escape by Colonel Lancart. It was not as dangerous as I expected.”

“Heng. Is risk important? It's important that I'm in a position I'll never be able to come up again.”

Each time Historia grumbled, the embers flickered. She used to catch her breath as the bright red light flashed, and she repeated her stinging.

Historia murmured as she finished thinking while she had finished burning a cigarette.

“I thought you had some doubts. I'll have a look at the case log later.”

“Are you ready?”

“no. later. Hugh, if you catch him, everything will be resolved.”

For smokers who get pleasure from smoking, are cigarettes an object of hatred or love? First of all, it is clear that cigarettes do not love smokers. When she has finished serving her length, she will leave her without her greeting, leaving only her white smoke behind.

Eventually, the cigarette was completely burned out. Since we had a short meeting, it's time to wait for a long parting.

Historia said, rubbing a cigarette into the ashtray.

“So, what’s going on at Command?”

It was smoky, but the non-breathing golem didn't mind. The golem spoke without croaking or holding his breath.

“I will pass it on. I accepted the warden's plan and decided to pursue the piper and other 4 people.”

“Have you got permission? It’s surprising.”

“Incredulous. The Piper Man is the main figure holding the secrets of Hameln, and he has been deeply involved in various incidents in Tantalus, and the risk soared as he became friends with the founders and others. Also, the technique is similar to that of Rank 5, a dangerous person of level 5, so the military authorities spur the arrest of him. This is the command’s decision.”

The cigarette is gone, but the good news has come. Historia grinned.

“It’s okay. Even so, it must have been daunting to search alone in this vast land. It will be a little better if there is control of the signalmen.”

A remark with the meaning that if permission had not been granted, he would have left his seat and visited him directly. Abby pretended not to understand what he said. Instead, he delivered only the clear facts, as always.

“After today, the main building will be closed for verification. After this, signalman Yuel will assist you.”

“Are you free? why?”

“warning. This fact is confidential. Do you want to read with general authority?”

Even if the opponent is a general, access to orders related to signal soldiers is restricted. Had Historia been an ordinary officer, he would never have heard an answer from the golem.

However, Historia was supreme. He was also a person who spared no respect for his authority.

“I’ll listen.”

“Request Approval. If so, I will explain.”

Golem straightened his posture and said.

“The main building was the signalman in charge of Tantalus. Shortly after the abyss collapse, he lost contact and returned on his own, and he witnessed this incident while he was staying in Amittengrad.

“Well.”

“However, in the process of returning, the possibility has been raised that he had come into contact with the piped man. The main building denied that fact, but in the case of the Piper, his identity and abilities are unknown. Therefore, the main building will go to the headquarters, and the treatment will be decided after being investigated for mental contamination.”

It was a golem who told the truth as if it was not my job, but Historia kept her mouth shut. It was clear that the future of a signal soldier was not going to be smooth as the decision was made after her words were investigated, and the fact that she was taken to the headquarters.

In the best case, it will act as an exchange that forwards orders from the command center to other places, and in the worst case it will just be disposed of.

“That bastard ability is nothing like mind contamination. You don't even hear what I'm saying.”

Historia, who knew even a little of the truth about the Signal Soldier, sympathized with A.B.

Officers despise signalmen. Capt. Water, who obtained the title of captain as a natural magician for a subject that did not even appear in the military academy. At the same time, regardless of rank and rank, being stiff, officers felt all sorts of unpleasant feelings when dealing with signalmen.

“You are suffering too. Taking on the hated role.”

But the signalman is, after all, only a messenger. If we see them as voices or letters of the Command rather than as individuals, such contempt is futile.

After all, officers are no different than resolving their complaints about unwanted orders to a signalman.

Historia spoke with a very, very slight consideration.

“Did you say you ran into that bastard? If so, it would be useful in this pursuit operation. Wouldn't it be better for me to mobilize you?”

“Impossible. A signalman's mental contamination test takes precedence over anything else. If there is noise in communication, it will affect the overall operation. There are many beings that can replace the main building, so please mobilize them.”

“… okay? Well, suffer.”

It is unavoidable Historia had no desire to do anything more, and now there were more important things than that. Historia lost interest in Abby.

Is that so?

“thank you. The main building will surely survive to the best of its ability.”

Historia did not notice the slight heat felt in the golem's words.

Avi has stopped cooperating.

Ab, who got up from an isolated communication room inside the Communications Headquarters, smiled bitterly, recalling the conversation with Historia.

Whether mental contamination.

Unfortunately, that was true. Because there was a big problem with Ab's spirit, which should always be calm as a signalman.

I was full of passion for life.

Whenever I recall the happy memories, a smile comes to my lips.

I wanted to let everyone know and share this exhilarating feeling, the joy that I feel sorry for being alone.

The happy times remain as an indelible mark. As such, A.B was afraid of her death and full of regrets about her life.

What would you call this mental contamination?

It's definitely different from before.

But once you know, you can't go back. At that time, in the midst of people who had a rather happy time, they lived with joy and fulfillment. There was a time when I was picking up happiness from the laughter of people who were chattering.

Thanks to that memory, she changed.

Not only his attitude, but also his own magic… .

Recalling the happy times, Avi put her hands on her chest. And she unleashed her own magic.

Native magic, morning glory.

The morning glory, which had taken root in her chest, spread out in all directions. The leaves flew alternately from the vines wound to the left along her arms and legs, chest and neck. It seems to be tied to a thorn vine. A flower grows from a morning glory vine that wraps around its body.

Synchronization arose from the purple flower that ate Ab's magic power.

It is the vine that is responsible for holding her, and the role she has to play is the flower.

That's why AB's unique magic was morning glory.

It was a little different now.

From the tip of the stem that climbed up the neck and face, a small straight stem rose freshly. Its stem, which sticks out its head pretending to be a morning glory vine, formed a large bud.

And bloomed at the end… A small, single sunflower.

A single sunflower in love with the warm light with her face turned to one side. On the stem of the morning glory, I gazed at something endlessly.

He will be at the end of where this sunflower looks. Abbie instinctively knew that.

So, Abbie was always happy.

Knowing that the sun still exists.

Abi, who had a sunflower in her heart, spoke to the morning glory towards the headquarters.

“Commander, this is Signal Sergeant Captain Abbey. We will depart for the headquarters at this time.”